#him wanting to be closer with other puppets but unable to bring himself to try bc of the Guilt

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everybody stay with me im shifting back into speculation & analyzing mode, this time about everybody's favorite pair of besties. ill put this under the cut for everyone's sakes

and please, take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt.

so ive been... thinking about a thing. a maybe-possibility. which if this has some merit, the part of me that loves characters having a good time and feeling good feels is screaming in fear. but the louder part of me that loves angst and hurting characters is rubbing its little fly hands together.

short version: i think Barnaby is going to emotionally distance from Wally, if not outright grow to resent him. maybe temporarily, maybe not.

full version: *cracks knuckles* strap in folks. so.

first of all, an entire chunk of Barnaby's bio is dedicated to his character relation to Wally. everyone else only has one-off lines dedicated to their relationships to other neighbors - even Frank & Julie just have single sentences about each other (note that they're described as "partnered with" and "depicted with" respectively. more on that soon). even Wally's bio has his Barnaby mention tacked onto the end of his first paragraph instead of being its own dedicated section

and then there's their character designs - their bios explicitly point out that they share characteristics; color schemes, hearts on their soles, similar outfits.

they were made to be best friends. literally. this quote is what made me start turning this theory over in my mind (sourced from @ /theneighborhoodwatch's collected & absolutely fascinating livestream trivia)

it appears that Barnaby literally did not have a say in whether or not he and Wally are friends. their bios even say "illustrated pages note that they were best friends multiple times." they have to be best friends.

which brings us back to Frank & Julie. they briefly reference each other in their bios, but they aren't described as best friends. it's incredibly likely that they were meant to be a romantic couple - i briefly covered that theory in this post (dont read the first one i was going insane) but they managed to avoid that. Frank and Julie defied the script and chose to be best friends instead.

and then in the trivia document a few more character relationships are briefly touched on, like how Howdy considers Barnaby a close friend, and Sally considers either Barnaby or Poppy as her closest friend, etc.

everyone else seems to be choosing who they're close with. they're forming their own opinions and dynamics and relationships. & its interesting that Barnaby is stated for both of these - as if implying that he may return the friendship feelings, or at the very least he's developed enough of a relationship with them to earn their affection

Barnaby and Wally... i doubt they ever got that. they were best friends from the start, no development, no choice. it's written into them.

and then there's how their relationship has been portrayed so far. i believe i saw an ask where Clown stated that Barnaby is very polite to Wally, which struck me as odd. have you ever had a polite relationship to your best friend? have you ever seen best friends be polite? i'd be surprised!

best friends mess with each other! they tease and rib and roast! what is a best friend for if not mutual tomfuckery?! jesting around? playfully pushing boundaries? a Polite best friendship... that's a straight up oxymoron. no such thing. that sounds boring and exhausting.

not only that, but the fact that Barnaby is often used for Wally's painting segments, and is the go-to guy for teaching Wally something new, is kind of concerning. it gives me the vibe that a big part of Barnaby's literal reason for existing is to be Wally's friend & guide.

which would make the fact of him being described as polite to Wally make sense. of course he's not going to push their relationship or try to deepen it - he's forming his own dynamics with the other neighbors. with Wally... it's already established. that is how they are with each other. that is what they are to each other.

and it's not like Wally can be the one to introduce nuances. i don't mean that as a slight or anything - he's just the way he's been described and the things stated about him that make me think that he wouldn't really... know how to? it just wouldn't occur to him. he probably thinks his and Barnaby's relationship is what a best friendship is and is how it should be.

but they have to hang out. they have to refer to each other as best friends. and while i believe that Wally does wholeheartedly think that they're best friends, close as can be... i doubt Barnaby feels the same. like - yes, he probably does care about Wally. everybody likes Wally.

but it's gotta be frustrating for Barnaby, especially as time goes on and he becomes more himself as a person over just being a character playing a part. it probably stunts his relationship growth with others, since his ~best friend spot~ is already taken and who would want to encroach on that? especially since its taken by Wally mcfuckin Darling?

their friendship might become less of a role and more of a responsibility. Barnaby might grow to feel obligated to stick with Wally as his "best friend". someone invites Barnaby to hang out and/or help with something? sorry, he has to pose for Wally's painting. Barnaby is trying to do his own thing? sorry, Wally is knocking on the door and asking for help with something.

i wonder if Barnaby ever hopes that Wally will go to someone else, or feels relief when he does. and then does he feel irritation/guilt over that denied hope or that granted relief? then does he get angry at himself for those emotions?

how would this effect how he treats Wally and acts around him? this confusing muddle of emotions and this strange growing resentment for his painfully earnest friend who only ever means well, if he means at all.

it makes me curious whether or not this theory has merit. and how this could come to a head. what would Barnaby, in this situation, do if/when he discovers that they're puppets on a set, and he's literally written to be Wally's bestie while everyone else changed their scripts and chose their own relationships.

personally, i don't think he'd be happy, and i doubt he'd handle it well.

#holy Shit this was tough to translate from my brain #i literally wrote it all out in my head while in the shower #and then i went to get it down on 'paper' and it was Tangled To Hell And Back #*taking a break from art* #brain: soooooo we're bored now. lets overthink and share these thinkings #welcome home theory #welcome home speculation #SERIOUSLY THOUGH IM SCARED FOR BARNABY AND WALLY #mainly for wally bc Ouch it would hurt him to have their relationship sour #barnaby getting resentful and wally not understanding why his best friend is acting differently towards him #and PLEASE keep in mind that im mostly talking outta my ass here #but like.... ugh #barnaby looking at wally walking over one day and feeling the urge to turn away or groan in irritation/exasperation #him posing for a painting and wishing he were anywhere else. #him wanting to be closer with other puppets but unable to bring himself to try bc of the Guilt #everywhere he turns hes called 'wallys best friend' and asked 'wheres wally? hes usually with you' when hes alone #and hearing 'if you want to find wally/barnaby go look for barnaby/wally. if you see one the other isnt far away' #that has GOT to get on his nerves over time #this constant stagnation of their relationship while everyone else is evolving and growing. hes Stuck. #even julie & frank who were written to be together find a way to circumvent that and add so much depth and uniqueness to their relationship #if you want a happy side of this. it could lead to barnaby & wally being really truly besties #barnaby could have an arc about thinking 'holy shit it was all fabricated. Fuck that and Fuck you[wally]' #and then going 'holy shit i Do actually love and care about him[wally] and i want us to develop a real meaningful friendship' #BUT WHO KNOWS who knows not me! #also it must be tiring to constantly have to explain his jokes and so many other things #bc wally Is a curious guy! he wants to learn! #but maybe barnaby just wants to have an uninterrupted conversation but he Cant bc wallys just built different #not said as a bad thing At All. #just... people are complicated. sometimes we have mean thoughts/emotions that conflict with what we really think/feel and our morals #we're only human. everyone is mean sometimes if only in our heads.& yeah theyre technically Puppets but lets not get caught up on semantics

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Gemini’s Big Adventure (Fanfic)

One shot 💛

In hindsight, it should have been obvious it was a trap.

Pinocchio had gone back to Elysion Boulevard for an errand, finding the apparent by the location shown in the cryptic vessel, a few slight things had happened since he was last here, looks like some stalkers must have come since there were many puppets destroyed around the streets, Pinocchio checked upon his lady friend at the window, she cannot see any more but she did tell him that she overheard stalkers walking by, she also gushed about how beautiful her baby is, Pinocchio lied again saying that it was indeed a beautiful baby.

He walked around to see what else had changed, maybe if people were nearby he could make friends, like his friends the Red Fox and the Black Cat.

“Are you sure they are your friends pal?” Gemini chirped from his cage, “They were pretty rude last time we saw them”

Pinocchio the innocent boy he is wants to see the best in everyone, so he believes that they were only stressed because of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood. They were pretty intimidating.

And mean, they stole that painting that belonged to his father, he almost cried when he got it back yet… it made Pinocchio feel uneasy, seeing that boy, no one ever says his name, yet he knows that’s supposed to be his brother.

To distract himself from such thoughts, he looked around the rooftops, there was something odd, a plank that wasn’t the before connecting to another rooftop, on the other side was a figure, he got a little closer and started hearing frantic meowing as he approached the silhouette of a cat, worried that the animal was in danger or hurt.

He rushed to save it, but as soon as he was in the middle the plank broke, Pinocchio fell but not to the floor, he fell into a cage that locked itself as soon as he landed inside, the cage was the same as the one the parade puppet master had, the cage being lifted by a tight rope, with a mechanism to hold the weight.

Pinocchio was now in that cage dangling in the air, his weapon had fallen to the floor so there was no way to break the lock, his bag had also fallen so Sophia’s pocket watch was lost, as well as any item that could help him.

Pinocchio could barely fit inside that cramped cage, trying to break it with his arms yet he was unable to. He was low enough that the cage could be grabbed by someone easily, yet high enough that he couldn’t try to use his force to reach the floor.

He looked at the floor again to see that the “Cat” was a toy that would constantly meow. Worse is that he saw something else on the floor, a wanted poster sign, the alchemists had a reward for whoever caught him.

“It’s okay buddy, I’m sure we will think of something” Gemini tried reassuring him, “No need to panic”

Yet as minutes passed it was obvious that there was no true way out, Pinocchio desperately shook the cage frantically. He couldn't even shout for help, what if the stalkers came back?

Did the Black Rabbit Brotherhood? Or other stalkers? Whoever did it, it was only a matter of time before they showed up, and no doubt they would hurt him to the point he couldn’t fight back or kill him before opening the cage.

“No pal don’t say things like that!” Gemini said, “You are not a dumbass as they called you and they aren’t your real friends”

Pinocchio could feel his heart pounding loudly. What can he do?

He gets an idea and starts calling for Sophia, she always seems to know where he is.

“Unfortunately, I cannot help” Sophia can only help to bring him back, she is powerless in this situation.

They were all at a loss when Gemini had a plan.

“I’ll save you!” Gemini opened his cage, the tiny puppet cricket ready to save his best friend, “I know where the nearest stargazer is”

Getting to the roofs to go to the one in the abandoned house would be impossible, but Pinocchio had opened that shortcut, he can get to the one in Krat City Hall as Pinocchio is trapped near the bridge.

Pinocchio smiled, Gemini was his only hope but he could do it, his friend is smart and guides him just as Sophia does.

Speaking of Sophia she is going to focus her efforts on trying to keep Gemini safe, the clock is ticking to save Pinocchio.

First Gemini jumped out of the cage, he does work like a real cricket, being able to jump to high places. Although obviously not high enough that he can get back to the roof.

“Gemini, perhaps you should see if Pinocchio’s bag has something helpful” Sophia suggested as he shouldn’t go all alone.

Gemini got inside the bag, then Pinocchio shouted something at him from above.

“That’s true!“ Gemini was so glad Pinocchio picked that up as a souvenir, he looked around to find the miniature sword.

Now he was all set and ready to go, he could totally do this no problem, he was going to save Pinocchio.

——

This is the 34th time Sophia has had to bring Gemini back to life.

It’s impressive how anything can kill poor Gemini, although he mainly dies by being stepped on by puppets.

He might jump high but he can’t run fast, that’s his biggest issue.

This time it seemed like it was the lucky one, Gemini had avoided all enemies and was already at the Alchemist Bridge entrance, singing about his victory and his ingenuity, since he wasn’t aware how many times Sophia had to save him, hyping himself up at how brave he is.

Then Gemini can hear something approaching him, he sees from the distance what it looks to be a… soldier toy?

As it turns out, that cat toy was grabbed from a looted store, the storefront being left open, a lot of toys are puppets, however small they are, they are still frenzied and they had made their way out to attack.

“Oh dear” Gemini braced himself.

—-

This is the 56th time Gemini has been revived.

Gemini is facing the soldier who charges at him, Gemini dodges and stabs it several times before taking a few steps back the the soldier toy charges again at him. Gemini blocks the attack and then hits it one last time before it falls defeated.

The cricket is jumping up and down celebrating his win, he takes a few more steps, his eyes growing wide and his antennas clashing together in shock.

Making his way towards him are a dozen miniature toy puppets, a flier almost hits Gemini, landing next to him. Gemini begins to read it out loud.

“Get for your precious child the finest, newest most special miniature toy kit in all of Krat!

It contains soldier puppets, a collection of dolls of different ages and professions; puppet pets such as dogs, cats, and even horses, and most importantly-”

Gemini looked up to see a girl doll punching him with all her force, then again and again and again until…

——

Attempt 115th! Give it up for attempt 115th!

Gemini was smarter now, he realized what he was doing wrong subconsciously (kinda how Pinocchio does after so many tries, his mind associating his previous mistakes that he isn't fully aware of)

First, he switched weapons, grabbing a different sword from one of the soldiers, then he needed to have more stamina so he took the micro-ship of one of the toy horses to have himself run faster.

He also grabbed a nice suit from one of the male dolls, it looked nice on him.

Lastly, he needed a way to cure himself, sure enough, a doctor doll had tiny pulse cells as a health kit, three of them to be exact, Gemini had them in his mini purse he grabbed, inside of it he also held gears from his broken foes to throw at more enemies.

Gemini could see the stargazer, he passed the gate, and he was almost there when a giant toy appeared, the main event, the reason that damn kit was even more ridiculously expensive.

A toy recreating the one-winged angel that graced Krat all those years ago.

Gemini dropped his sword in shock, as the angelic puppet, grabbed him and threw him across the air, the sound of the poor cricket breaking in half before he could even react.

——

“Come on Gemini come on” Sophia mumbled to herself.

She still believes in him, despite her losing count after 200 and something, after she briefly checked how Pinocchio was doing.

He was doing badly, Sophia could tell he was trying his hardest to not lose it. Pinocchio is filled with anxiety, any movement makes him think those who laid the trap had come for him.

Because, unlike Pinocchio, Sophia can only bring Gemini back, she can’t exactly rewind time when it comes to him. Her powers have limits and she needs to save that for Pinocchio, not to mention the agonizing pain that is lying in that chair being forced to absorb Ergo, she has to save her strength. By now it’s the middle of the night, the stars shining brightly in the dark sky.

Gemini has started to suspect that Sophia is doing something since it makes no sense that he started doing this when the moon was barely rising. He stopped questioning it because he needed to focus on beating this damn angel.

Gemini grabbed his sword, he made even more adjustments by using the handle of a sword and the blade of a spear.

He proceeded to use a chip he grabbed from another toy, overheating it so he could set his weapon on fire. Discharging a pulse cell to heal himself before attacking.

One slash to the left, then the right, then the left again, before Gemini jumped in the air and stabbed that sword directly into the angel’s chest, his special fable attack.

The Puppet Angel fell, Gemini taking the advantage, using a fatal attack, killing the thing once and for all.

Gemini had no time to celebrate, he could hear people speaking; those stalkers were back.

“Should we check ok the cage now?”

“Nah, let's wait a little longer, we should restock on supplies first”

Gemini rushed towards the stargazer, touching it to teleport himself to Hotel Krat.

There was no one in the lobby.

Makes sense, it’s the middle of the night, even if Polendina doesn’t sleep he stays next to Antonia, the same goes for Pulcinella with Venigni.

Gemini was panicking, not knowing what to do, he didn’t know what rooms they sleep in, how would he get their attention if he found them? How-

“Mmm, son are you there?” Geppetto could hear loud chirping and went to investigate, he was still awake working, and he had started to wonder where his son was.

Gemini could barely catch his breath as he rushed towards Geppetto’s side.

“What? Where is my son Gemini?” Geppetto knew something was wrong.

“Elysion… Boulevard…” Gemini was exhausted from the battles, the running, the jumping, “…Trapped”

“Where?! Where is he trapped?” Geppetto picked up Gemini and grabbed a tool he had in his pocket, he made a slight adjustment to Gemini that had him back in full strength.

Gemini wasted no time in explaining, he had assumed Geppetto would call the others for help but he put him inside the front pocket of his shirt and rushed towards the stargazer to go to Elysion Boulevard.

—-

Pinocchio heard rapid footsteps approaching, he had resigned himself when he was greeted by the best thing a boy could see, his father, his father had come all the way here to rescue him.

Geppetto grabbed Pinocchio’s weapon that was on the floor and broke the lock, Pinocchio was finally free from that damn cage. His father grabbed his shoulders asking him if he was okay.

He nodded, everything was okay now, although that was a little strange, there were some puppets nearby, how come they didn’t attack his-

Pinocchio suddenly is hugged tightly by Geppetto, he then starts to hear small sobs, his father is crying.

“I can’t lose you” Geppetto cried.

Pinocchio hugged his father back.

“I can’t lose you too”, Geppetto didn’t want to let go of his son.

He didn’t want to let go of Pinocchio. Why is he only realizing that his son isn’t Carlo?

What the hell was he thinking? Why is he sending him to all this pointless danger? The danger he caused. He was so blind, he is so selfish.

Pinocchio started crying too, this was the first time his father had ever hugged him.

Geppetto can’t believe how awful he was acting, did it really have to take him for his son to almost die to truly appreciate what he had? Like how Carlo died and he realized how he never appreciated his poor son like he should have?

Reluctantly Geppetto let go of his son, “We should go before those stalkers come back”

Pinocchio nodded, he was ready to defend his father from danger when the streets became suddenly empty, with no puppets, no humans, no one but them nearby.

As they walked together, Pinocchio grabbed his father’s hand, his heart started pounding again, not out of fear this time, he was spending time with his father, short as it was they were walking together back to the stargazer.

“Thank you, Gemini” Geppetto broke the silence, “For saving him”

This was all thanks to him, the small cricket was so brave, maybe he should give him special adjustments in case this sort of issue happened again.

Gemini was beaming with joy, everything turning out perfectly in the end.

Once back at Hotel Krat, Pinocchio convinced his father to go to bed, pouting that his father works too much and needs to rest, it’s the middle of the night what else can he even do?

Geppetto goes to bed, Pinocchio accompanying him, lying down next to him even if he can’t sleep.

“You are so precious to me” Geppetto faintly smiled, “I’m sorry for not giving you the love you truly deserved”

That stops now, he will be a better father to his son.

Shortly after that, Geppetto fell asleep, Pinocchio can’t sleep. Even then, just being by his father’s side makes him feel warmth.

——

“I’m surprised you asked for a legion arm but I suppose you are taking this more seriously than I thought” Geppetto had Gemini sitting in a small chair as he made adjustments, he carefully removed his left arm and implanted a new one.

“Pinocchio is a little naive, who knows when this will happen again” Gemini teased his friend.

Pinocchio had looked away for a moment, Geppetto laughed, Pinocchio looks rather cute when he gets angry.

“Come on, I’m just joking pal, no need to get all angry with me”

Gemini’s legion arm was all set, a miniature version of puppet springs suited him perfectly, now he can jump up and down and do even greater air maneuvers.

Gemini got inside his cage, Pinocchio attached him to his belt, they were ready to leave.

Geppetto hugged Pinocchio again before leaving, telling both of them to be very careful.

Pinocchio decided to make a stop at Cerasani Alley since by deciphering another cryptic vessel he knew he had to go to the view that showed Hotel Krat’s location to find what he was looking for.

Pinocchio noticed something off when he arrived, where is the merchant that’s always here?

It only took him a few steps to fall into another trap, this one more deathly, as whoever laid it electrocuted Pinocchio so hard it ended up killing him. They must be offering a good amount if stalkers are coming up with these sorts of traps to get him.

“Oh well” Sophia used her power to bring him back, rewind time, and then gave him a vague warning about danger so that he wouldn’t fall for it again, “Here we go again”

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p gemini #lies of p sophia #lies of p geppetto

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Would really like to see a more serious take on that 'Aerith haunting Sephiroth' ask. Maybe her spirit haunts him after she gets killed?

Can do! I been doing a lot of shitposting today so I'm in the mood for some serious angst. Also this may be canon in the fic world of A Monster's Threads lol.

-For starters, in most versions of the Altoverse, Sephiroth and Aerith knew each other in the lab as children, with specific plans in place to breed them once they reached adulthood. Sephiroth was also completely infatuated with Ifalna and desperately wanted her as his surrogate mother.

-After Sephiroth--or Jenova piloted by Sephiroth's will--kills Aerith, he's completely smug and satisfied. The last Cetra eliminated. The last threat in his way. Gone. He's won. He only needs to wait for his good little puppet to reach him and then it's over for the humans.

-That's when Sephiroth begins...seeing things. Wherever his consciousness drifts, another entity follows him. A tiny girl in green clinic pajamas, her torso stained with blood, her eyes sad and accusing. Why did you do this? You were supposed to protect me. Why, Sephy?

-At first, he's irritated. Go join the other lower creatures in the Lifestream. He has no idea what you're talking about. You can't save them. He continues on with his scheming, waiting for Cloud's arrival, watching the chaos unfold. But the girl keeps... appearing. Here. There. All around him. Always so small and frail, bloodied and crying. I trusted you. You were my friend.

-He doesn't understand. What does she MEAN? Is she seriously trying to make him feel regret? Feel anything at all beyond his own divine machinations? He wishes he could just block her out, make her go away. But she just. Keeps. Coming.

-That's when the flashes come. She brings them every time she gets closer. Feelings. Sensations. A cold tile floor. The scent of fragrant summer apples. A waterfall. A smoky rooftop. She brings them all in little stinging pockets, his mind recoiling, reeling in rage. And still she pleads with him. This has to stop. This has to end.

-But he can't let it end. He WON'T let it end. He's a god. A God beyond all recognition and imagination. She needs to be quiet. She needs to stay away.

-When she brings the woman to him, their hands linked together, he nearly feels himself spiraling. He can't see the woman's face. It's too hazy. He can only stare at her beautiful copper brown hair, her delicate skin and long red skirt. Those linked hands. Oh gods. He's going to be sick. He needs Jenova. He needs her to take it away.

-More flashes. More faces. All imposed on each other. Aerith's. The woman's. Jenova's. And a fourth, this one hazier than all the others, flashing, hands unable to reach him. In his mind, his Masamune shoots into them all again and again and again, severing them, ripping them apart, ripping HIMSELF apart.

-Bu the time he receives the Black Materia, Sephiroth is possibly more deranged than ever. And with Meteor's steady approach, the visits begin to die down. Less visions. No more pain. He doesn't care anymore, can no longer feel them, or anything else. It will all burn. All of it will be consumed by the fire. He will absorb everything and nothing will ever touch him again.

-And Aerith knows, through grief and regret and love and hate, that it's over. It's too late for him now. Far too late.

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core #asks #final fantasy 7 #Aeriseph #aeris gainsborough #Ifalna #Jenova #Lucrecia Crescent #A Monster's Threads #Angst

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Chapter 13: Fidelity

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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           In sun and clouds, the church spire reached into that every stretching blue. It was as if it spoke of the love of the community towards their god, that it too lasted in any weather and called on them to join and put their faith in him.

           When Aether and Paimon walked along the nave, the church choir was different compared to the other choirs that didn’t sing hymns. Their voice was almost like angels, high notes soaring over the clouds, graceful notes dancing on the staves, and they sang for the Anemo Archon only.

           The two waited to finish their practice before looking for a certain deaconess that might help them gather more information they needed. It wasn’t long before Barbara noticed them and approached the two with a welcoming smile.

           “Hello, Honorary Knight. What brings you here today?” 

           Paimon flew over her and leaned closer for a much better closeness to ask. 

           “We would like to ask you something about Barbatos!” She exclaimed fervently whilst she placed her small arms in front of her chest. A bright smile was then donned on the deaconess’s face, her blue eyes sparkling in delight at her words.

           “Oh! Are you two perhaps interested in serving Mondstadt’s very own Anemo archon as well?” Her tone had an obvious enthusiasm in it. Aether already felt bad that’s not what they were here for, and be that as it may, he still has to prioritize in searching for his lost sibling.

           “That’s not the case. We wanted to ask if by any chance the Anemo archon has a lover.”

           Barbara’s small pink lips parted trying to utter a single word however a short chuckle was what came from her mouth. It surprised them and was confused if they said something odd. Her delicate hands were now placed on her mouth to stifle her laughs, apologizing in between them, as small tears form from the corner of her eyes.

           “Sorry for suddenly laughing. I wasn’t expecting that’ll be your question. But to answer that, there are no stories or mentions if Barbatos had a lover or not in the past. If he did, it would’ve already been written in the books and be sung by the bards everywhere. You celebrated the Windblume Festival, right?" 

        The two gestured their heads as a yes. "Since you already know it's a festival about love and freedom, wouldn't the Windblume Festival be celebrated for both of them instead of Barbatos only? But just as I have said before, there were no tales about the God of Freedom having a lover.”

           Something clicked inside his head though it didn’t last for long as it suddenly fades away like a speckle of dust. 

           “That’s true…” He turned to look at Paimon who was all troubled and disturbed.

           He continued to listen further if there’ll be more clues but it seems like that’s the only information he’ll get for now. His companion looked at him then held her aching head to alleviate the small ringing echoing in her ears.

           “Paimon’s running out of brain juice and my head is hurting the more Paimon thinks about this…” The throbbing in her head told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the pile of confusion within her brain.

           Aether nodded and massaged his forehead in hopes to ease the pain. Why does he suddenly feel so lightheaded? He shook his head and pushed himself forward to carry out his plan on giving the pendant back to you. Words of gratitude were what Barbara received from the blonde and she waved them a goodbye to continue her choir practice with the other members of the Favonius Church.

           “Are we going back to the lair?” Paimon asked. Aether hummed in affirmation as they stepped outside of the parish. The harsh sunlight caused him to squint his eyes and cover his face with his arm. Was it always this hot for this season? The sudden change of the climate made him so lightheaded than ever. 

           Paimon detected how pale he looks as if he’d been painted with white-wash— even his lips were barely there. It was as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into his boots. He swayed just for a moment, then with one step backward, he crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings.

—

  Birds trill, sweetly high, the chorus as playful as the birds themselves. With closed eyes, Venti imagined their music to color, painting stairs in the same way grapevines grow - this way and that, in a beautiful harmony that isn't quite random. 

           Along with your soft humming, it made the ambiance much more relaxing and calm for him. In the calm of the day, his heartbeat is the steady drum to your melody and he seeps into the moment, allowing himself to drown in your beautiful voice.

           You rubbed the petals of the red flower between your fingers, watching your skin take on the sunny hue. Venti had spent the entire afternoon lying down on your lap and listening to your canorous tunes that made him forget about everything— as if you two were the only ones in this world with no one to intervene in such a peaceful moment he has with you.

           You watched the petal rotate and awed in admiration as a flower’s petal is able to spin like wind wheels. 

           “Hey, Venti,” You called out to him and peered down to peek at his sleeping face. Your lover hummed in drowsiness before opening one of his eyes to look at you. Dragging the flower close to him, he shifted to get a proper look at what you’re holding.

           “What flower is this?”

           You’ve always been a curious one. Even before you were in a coma. It’s like you have a passion in you to know every single thing about this world. From small creatures to rare species of beings in the wildlife, anything that catches your interest and you're eager to know more about it.

           Your drive to find answers is one of your unique traits he’s grown to love the more he’s with you. You create yourself in that fire of ongoing need that focuses everything that you are. And you do it because it feels as if the finding of the answer is your personal mission, your reason for being, your way of belonging and giving.

           It came to him if your curiosity will cross the line. Will it come to you that he’s been hiding his identity from you? Or will you still continue to live life with him in pure denseness? Either way, if you managed to find out he’ll find a way to have you forget what you witness. 

           For now, he has to be cautious and prevent you from exploring the outside world. Especially if that traveler is around in his land. It’s no good if you meet him. With the help of the humming winds to let him know what’s happening, it occurred to him that he has to just patiently wait and prevent you and Aether from crossing paths.

           Venti held your soft hands in his palms and took the flower from you. A small and gentle smile appeared on his face as he leaned forward and pressed his temple against yours, placing the plant close to your chest.

           “It’s Windwheel Asters.” He answered and observed how your eyes sparkled in joy when you watched the petals continue to spin.

           “I haven’t seen these before.” 

           Venti lightly chuckled and placed the flower between your hands as he returned to resting himself against you, but this time his head was now on your shoulder. “Windwheel Asters cannot grow in places with no wind nor plagued by strong storms, only where the wind is gentle and nourishing.” 

           “Really?” You laid your head against his and fiddled with the stem. If these floras are really unable to grow in harsh winds, then it means Old Mondstadt’s storms have truly vanished without any traces left. 

           Peace and harmony at last. 

           Freedom is finally with you.

           You lifted your hand up against the sunlight and marvel at how simple it is. It may not look as fancy as the cecilias nor does it resemble feathered wings of a dandelion when blown away, but you found yourself liking this more than what Venti had given you.

           It’s not like you don’t appreciate his efforts for collecting every cecilias and dandelions in this region to create a wonderful garden for your eyes to fancy with, you still are grateful for it though you do wonder why did he not include these asters in the collection?

           “I kind of like this. It reminds me of you.”

           Now that made him fully awake.

           “Me?”

           The color-infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile, your eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring. It was the blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. Nodding your head to him, you brought the flower close to your face to cover your flushing features.

           “You were always fighting for freedom. If it weren’t for you, we won’t be able to see the skies and birds you’ve always wished for. I really admire your perseverance and passion to fight against my father to have the city liberated from his hands. Thank you. Thank you for revolting against him. Thank you for giving everyone freedom they’ve longed for.”

           You suddenly felt your throat tightened and your breath hitching every now and then. With your shoulders shaking and chin trembling, you fear he might see you in such a vulnerable state. You lowered your head even more and let your hair cover your face. Even if you hide it from him, Venti can still see small drops of liquid falling from you until it turns into a small puddle on the back of your hand.

           “[Name]…?”

           “Even though I’m Decarabian’s daughter, you never looked or treated me differently. Even after the war has ended, you never leave me. And now father, mother, and the knight… they’re all gone and y-you survived. You still stayed with me until I woke up…  I… I was so scared that once I awoke, I won’t be able to see you.”

           You were wiping your cheeks every few seconds and gulping down the lump sitting on your throat. Sniffling quietly, the tears still threatened to spill from your eyes. Your lover gently clutched your hand and used his other hand to lift your chin up to look at him.

           Your eyes were red and swollen. It shatters his heart seeing you like this as your tears split over and flowed down your face like a river escaping a dam. Using his finger to dry your damp face, he brushed his lips on your temple and laced your fingers together.

           “I should be the one thanking you.” He muttered and brought your intertwined fingers up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. “Without your support, I don’t know how things would end up. If he— if I hadn’t saved you back then, you’d be locked up in that tower. Things would go differently, wouldn’t they? I can’t bring myself the idea of leaving you there when they were chasing after you.”

           He pushed you until your back was leaning against the rough trunk of the tree. His other arm was propped beside your face before he rested his head on your shoulder and nuzzled closely.

           “Thank you. Thank you for always being here with me.” Even though his voice was muffled, you can hear him loud and clear through your teary state. A shaky smile came from you as you caressed his hair lovingly before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him.

           “I love you. I love you so much, Venti.”

           He has lived long enough to know that what you share he can’t replicate it with another. This love, this feeling, is just you and him. He could travel the world and the seven regions to create new ballads; he’d still come right back at you if he wanted true love. 

           He has protected you for years, he’s your confidant, a true friend, and even a lover. The trust he gave you, you gave him, is what keeps both of you safe in this world, in this life. So whether his heart beats another day or another hundred years— it’s always yours.

           Meeting Venti was more of a coincidence than a fate. Yet it was the first time in your life you felt like you could be yourself around him. Memories of meeting him have become the same as the dream you play time and time again. You felt good with him in a way you haven’t been before or since.

           Hearing those three eternal words from you is surreal for him. His heart would beat madly and his stomach churn in such a way excitement and happiness is filling his entire system. He wants to hear from you again.

           Just once more so he can finally have you all to himself.

           His chest was burning hot and so was his heart that rapidly beats in great euphoria. He can sense your emotions when you cry but this feeling… it’s much more different than he had felt before. A burning desire. He’s so smitten of your entire existence. All words coming from you were all his, he grasps each phrase and corresponds with his own loving and affectionate words.

           He was brought out from his trance when he felt how warm his palm is, and it’s when he became aware his hand was now placed on your cheek just like how he brings your hand to cup his face. 

           Venti felt his face heat up at such a simple gesture and when you give a short and quick chaste kiss on his lips, he recognized the first brightest and sweet smile for this day was painted on your graceful visage.

           “I love you.”

           His wish was heard when you repeated your confession at him. Is it finally working? Were his efforts finally paid off? Before Ludi Harpastum was the Windblume, a festival where they offer windblumes to their loved ones and to the Anemo Archon. Every year, every time Mondstadt celebrates Windblume, his first priority is to give you cecilias.

           He collected them for you every year. He tends them very well until they bloom— until your eyes opened. For him, windblumes are the cecilias. A symbol of elegance, purity, and just as ethereal as your gentle heart. It may be different from what that really means as interpreted by the people of Mond, but for Venti, he feels freedom when he’s with you, he feels loved when he’s with you and it’s the reason why he gathered so many flowers for you while you were asleep.

           The arrangement given to him by the former Dendro Archon— she proposed the idea to him to gather flowers for you every time they feast Windblume. He can still clearly remember her words, her voice echoing in his head saying that even she may part from this world. 

           Her predictions for her own life were accurate. As if she already expected this to happen to her and that’s why she’s planning ahead to list all the preconditions to him to keep you safe and harmless. Barbatos can’t keep relying on her on everything and that is why he put a lot of effort into maintaining the garden.

           Yesterday night was the time of the ceremony. Venti prepped everything to make it perfect, he wanted it to be successful. A mimic of a dance he once saw when he and you were together ages ago, it was a secret you both hid but he knows this. Barbatos knows what happened during that time and pretended as if he weren't there.

           But now that he was able to dance it with you, one would call him shameless for stealing you from him. The heavy weight on his shoulder was now lifted away, finally free from the guilt he’s been feeling for centuries. His inner battle with himself is fully resolved, inner conflicts vanished, a conflict between his love and longing for you.

           Your words eased Venti and made him assured you love him back as well. If you haven’t said a single word about your own feelings, he’d be living in an illusory fantasy that you were only shy to tell him you love him very much. But ever since the bond has been created, all he hears is I love you’s from you for his ears to delight in.

           “I love you,”

           You repeated once, a faint brush of your lips against his made him shudder. Soft, gentle, and shy just like your personality. Twice when you parted away, grasping how he tastes like apples before meekly leaning on him once more for a kiss but with more vigor. Your hand clutched the front of his shirt when you felt him hold you the small of your waist to pull you against him.

           “I love you.”

           Thrice was words of tenderness and desire from you to him. At that moment, you felt your body flushed warm. This was a person you wanted to be with than you’d ever felt before. 

           Venti has always been the one you could love forever.

@trust-the-oxygen​

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[sombreboy]

Descend | demon!knj

⇣18+ nsfw ⇣pairing: demon knj x female Y/N ⇣genre: pwp smut, supernatural ⇣word count: 2.6k ⇣warnings: smut, profanity, dubcon esque themes, degrading dirty talk, mouthfucking, knj fucks y/n against a bookshelf lmao, demon creampie, he’s got a forked tongue idk if that’s a warning but at this point I’m too afraid to ask. 

A/N: Request by anon who wanted demon knj smut. I hope you love it! Please praise me I spent all night on this xoxo

‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

‘’What the fuck…’’

Out of all things she could say, that was the one and only thing that she could muster. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, ogling up at the man standing in front of her. 

Y/N was on her knees. A large, worn out book placed in front of her with several lit candles surrounding it. She didn’t think much, having no intentions in mind when she had found the crappy old book in the shelves of the grand library other than to see if it worked.. Of course it wouldn’t work. Curiosity always got her, for better or for worse.

She wasn’t sure which side of the spectrum this would become.

‘’What the fuck, it worked…’’ She repeated, this time a little louder. It wasn’t until the tall man crouched in front of her that she could get a proper closeup of his flawless visuals. 

Handsome, plush lips. His eyes were intense, the dark irises swirling like red wine, the shape of them comparable to that of a dragon.

She wasn’t sure whether he was actually a demon, how could he be? He’s beautiful.

An angel would suit him better.. Well, disregarding the fact that his eyes are glowing red.

‘’Such a filthy mouth.’’ The man tsk’d as his hand reached out to cup her jaw in his large hand, moving her face from side to side. He inched in closer, as if inspecting her features.

‘’Too pretty to use such language.’’

He didn’t seem to even question why she’d summoned him in the first place, as if it was already a given on his end. And it was, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and the shit eating smirk on his face was the proof of it.

Y/N shoved his hand away, to which his response was to immediately stand up on his feet in front of her, kicking the book away. He growled lowly, the candles suddenly bursting into larger flames, as if his annoyance fueled the fire. He stepped closer, now towering over her smaller frame on her knees. Bending forward slightly, he tugged the hair at the back of her head, pulling back to force her to look up at his wicked smile.

‘’You’re a daring girl,’’ he snickered menacingly, ‘’Do you even know who I am?’’

‘’No.’’ Y/N swallowed tightly, wincing when the grip in her hair tightened. Her eyes quickly moved down when she noticed that his hand was slowly undoing his pants, each tooth of his zipper coming undone as his eyes remained hyper fixated on her face.

‘’I’m Kim Namjoon. The demon overlord.’’ His voice dropped, the baritone rumbling in his chest.

‘’You have summoned me, for what reason?’’

He didn’t care for the answer.

‘’I don’t.. know…I didn’t think it would work.’’ Y/N muttered meekly, unable to rip her eyes off of his long fingers taking way too long to pull that damn zipper down.

Why was it so mesmerizing?

‘’Ah, too bad…’’ Namjoon chuckled, small dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled.

‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention.

‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

‘’What are yo-mmph!” She was unable to finish her sentence when the grasp around her jaw tightened, forcing her mouth open only to shove his thumb inside, smoothing the pad of it against the surface of her tongue.

‘’Silence.’’ Namjoon’s command echoed in the grand room. The very second those words left his mouth, it was as if her throat tightened, unable to squeak out anything but a whimper.

Y/N’s eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance, the bratty attitude not faltering even whilst knowing he’s supposedly a demon lord. She huffed through her nose, instinctively biting down on his thumb as hard as she could. She winced, his skin was soft-- but impenetrable. He definitely wasn’t human, or he would’ve been bleeding.

And the sound erupting from his throat was not that of pain, but a dark snicker.

“Cute.’’ he roughly let go of her jaw to shove two fingers inside of her mouth, deep enough to prod the back of her throat, causing it to constrict around his digits. Tears formed in her eyes, the restricted airflow making her squirm and fall backwards on her behind to get away. She coughs, covering her mouth as she stared up at the smirking demon.

‘’Hm?’’ Namjoon cooed mockingly, however not moving from his spot as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking her spit off of them while maintaining his piercing gaze on her.

‘’Playful, aren’t you?’’ he played with the waistband of his pants, tugging at them as he cocked an eyebrow at her, slowly sauntering forward to her sitting form. Once again, he stood above her, completely disregarding the fact that she initially had attempted to back off. However, he grew impatient. And she was wasting his time.

‘’Get back on your knees, angel.’’ Namjoon put emphasis on the pet name, as if it had a degrading nature coming from him. Y/N’s body moved like it had a mind of its own, quickly getting back into her original position on her knees, hands neatly placed in her lap.

Her body was no longer controlled by her, every command rolling off his tongue springing her body into action as if he was pulling her strings like a puppeteer.

Namjoon’s tongue poked out to wet his lips at the sight below him, finally peeling the caging fabrics down his thighs. It was a slow, tortuous few seconds that felt like an eternity for the two of them.

Y/N’s doe eyes widened, her face flushed red when she saw his length as it sprung free, tip already glazed with precum. He craned his neck to stare down at her, the fire in his irises swirling with desire.

‘’Show me your tongue.’’

Y/N obliged, doe eyes mirroring the fiery gaze he brought upon her as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Saliva dripped down the tip of her fleshy muscle, Namjoon’s eyes quivered at the sight.

‘’My fallen angel.’’ He smiles, hand now stroking himself with intent. His free grasp reaches for her hair once again, bringing her mouth closer, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her warm tongue. He bit back a low groan, immediately driving his hips forward to sink his length down her throat. He relished in the way her insides constricted around him as a reflex, ignoring any sign of her body rejecting his girth. 

‘’So pretty with your mouth stuffed. Don’t you dare try to bite, though….’’ He smirked. ‘’Not that it’d do anything, except bring punishment upon yourself.’’

He started to thrust into her mouth, the slick sounds of his cock gliding against her tongue was heavenly, ‘’But perhaps that is what you desire, angel.’’

Y/N’s only response was the way she swallowed his cock, drool dribbling down her chin to pool at the floor below. The skin of his cock was like velvet, smoothly brushing against her tongue with every stroke that gradually grew rougher, deeper, and faster.

‘’Fuck yeah, you’re such a well behaved, pretty little angel.’’ Namjoon praised, and it made her feel...  excited. Never did he think his words would make her want to please, but with every second spent with him; his aura, his voice, his taste-- it drew her in like a sailor towards a siren’s song. He was addictive.

Namjoon continued to fuck her throat as he pleased, low grunts and curses slipping through his teeth, eyes focused on the way his cock disappeared into her mouth with every forward thrust. It was mesmerizing to him, watching her take it so well, muscles relaxed. He could feel her desires grow, smell.. Fuck, even taste her arousal on his tongue. It had him greedy for more.

‘’Enough.’’ He growled as he pulled her back by her hair, drawing a whine from her sweet, swollen lips. He felt something stir in his body, and whether it was his cock, or his chest-- he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t important at the moment. All he knew was that he craved her fleshy insides wrapped around his cock. Y/N wiped her chin with the back of her hand, yelping when Namjoon pulled her up by her upper arm like she weighed nothing, dragging her along with him only to push her back up towards the bookshelf. She gasped, the hard surface pressing against her back wasn’t comfortable. However, she quickly forgot about the discomfort the moment the demon’s lips suddenly crashed against hers in a hungry, devouring kiss. His tongue was longer than she expected, slipping through her lips to find her own, a low guttural moan vibrating in their mouths as he tasted her. She was so, so sweet, and he found himself just as addicted to her, as she was to him.

‘’You’re making it very well worth my time, angel.’’ Namjoon’s praises became more frequent the more he got to feel, taste, and smell her. His hands roamed down the curve of her ass before roughly ripping the fabrics off her body. He hated them, more than anything at this moment; daring to cover the thing he’d decided by now, to claim as his own.

Y/N belonged to him.

‘’Speak.’’ He suddenly said, his rumbling voice loud and powerful yet again when it was an order. Y/N felt the sudden wall that had previously blocked her ability to talk to crumble down.

‘’I-I…’’ She wasn’t sure what to say, only a moan replacing her attempt to speak when Namjoon lifted her up to firmly push her against the shelf, locking her legs around his waist. His body was strong, oozing intimidation and dominance.

‘’I want to fuck you.’’ Namjoon bluntly stated, tilting his head to the side as those endearing dimples reappeared. He inched closer, his fiery breath hot, the scent laced with something comparable to burnt wood. ‘’Tell me, do you want my fat cock? I will give it all to you, pump you full of my cum.’’

He huffed against her lips as he rubbed the bulbous, slick head of his cock back and forth between her soppy folds, teasing her hole by prodding it lightly, gathering the wetness before resuming to rub her clit with his tip. ‘’I said, speak!’’

‘’Please, I want---fuck..’’ Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, body already trembling. His cock was scorching hot against her cunt, teasing her swollen clit until she felt her arousal trickle and drip to the floor. ‘’Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…’’ She repeated as if in trance, completely enchanted by the demon’s spell.

Funny thing is, he wasn’t using any spell on her all along. She wanted this just as bad as he did.

‘’Angel…’’ Namjoon groaned as he didn’t waste time in pushing himself into her cunt, buried as deep as physically possible. It was the sweetest, most delicious sensation he’s ever experienced.

‘’Holy, fuck, such a sweet little hole. Hear that?’’ He chuckles eerily as he immediately pulls back, only to roughly thrust back inside, the wet sounds of her juices like music to his ears.

‘’Hear how needy your body is for me?’’ He asks again, hissing out more curses every time he thrusts back into her, drawing louder and louder moans and cries.

‘’Yes, oh my god..’’ Y/N whines, wrapping her arms around his neck, digging her nose into his skin. Her sweet canary voice was something he wishes he could hear for all of eternity, and by now he already knew...  He was going to make her his own little plaything.

‘’God?’’ Namjoon laughs as he speeds up, pounding her squelching cunt harder and harder at the mention of ‘god’. It was hilarious, how she could mention such a name at a time like this. ‘’No, my angel. The only name you should utter is Namjoon.’’ He snarled, digging his nails into the flesh of her hips, every thrust earning a sweet cry from her mouth. Skin to skin, harshly smacking together, the way her body bounced sinfully against his own. It was nothing but extraordinary.

‘’N-namjoon! Namjoon, oh fuck, please,’’ Her words were choked by her moans, shaky from the powerful momentum of his rocking hips. She felt the heat build in her lower stomach, his scorching cock rubbing and prodding her insides, not leaving a single inch of her untouched. ‘’Gonna cum!’’

‘’A filthy, fallen angel,’’ Namjoon moaned, pistoning his hips into her, the bookshelf rocking harshly every single time he crashed her body against it, books falling off to pile at the floor.

‘’You’re gonna cum for a demon, you’re gonna cum because of the cock of a creature of hell. You’re such a whore, my whore-- for eternity. That’s what you want to be, isn’t it?’’ He felt his own climax building gradually, kissing and biting at her collarbone.

‘’Beg to be my whore in hell, and I will bring you with me.’’

Y/N didn’t think it through. She didn’t have to. At this point, she had already given her entire being over to him, he wanted nothing else than to remain by his side for eternity-- even if it meant hell.

‘’I want to be yours, forever.. Use me everyday, me only, nobody else!’’ Y/N yells into his neck, placing kisses and possessive bites on his hot skin, ‘’Fill me up, claim me as your whore. Take me with you, Namjoon.’’

‘’Fuck, ohh fuck..!’’ Namjoon thrived in hearing her say exactly what he wished for, the verbal confirmation enough for him to drive his hips into her at an animalistic speed, forcing her own orgasm to erupt around his length. A silent cry that didn’t leave her throat, choked on a sob as she bit down on his shoulder as hard as she could muster, cunt spasming around his slick cock.

‘’My perfect little angel, my oh--’’ Namjoon’s words choked intro a strained moan, guttural and inhuman as his hips stuttered. He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her body tightly against his own while his cock throbbed desperately inside, ropes of cum gushing out to fill her up to the brim until some of it was forced to drip out and pool at the floor beneath.

His cum was hot-- too hot, it burned like the fires of hell itself inside of her womb. He’d claimed her as his personal cocksleeve, and her body would no longer know any other man than Namjoon, the demon lord.

Namjoon remained still as he allowed his cock to rest inside of her for a long moment, the scorching sensation no longer painful-- but welcomed. He dropped down to his knees with a thud, Y/N still in his lap as he pulled back to look at her fucked out, blissed expression. She had nothing but awe in her eyes, and saw nobody but the demon in front of her.

‘’Y/N.’’ He said softly, brushing her  hair away from her face. ‘’Come with me.’’

‘’Yes.’’ Y/N didn’t hesitate in her reply, nodding once. Her body trembled in his embrace, to which he simply smiled. Those damned, beautiful dimples once again pressing on his cheeks.

‘’I’m yours.’’

Namjoon’s smile grew wider, this time genuine. He almost didn’t look like he was a demon, but instead.. An angel.

But the swirling fire of red in his eyes reminded you that he was anything but holy.

He cupped your face in his heated hands, drawing you in for a deep kiss, his long forked tongue brushing and tasting every corner of your mouth.

A kiss to seal the deal.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not edit, repost or translate.

#fic: Descend #Namjoon smut #Kim Namjoon smut #Namjoon x reader #Namjoon x yn #Namjoon x y/n #Namjoon x female #bts smut #dom namjoon #demon namjoon #bts demon au #bts supernatural au #bangtanarmynet #sombreboy

[twstoric]

primal instincts

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: Can I request headcannons for the Savanaclaw boys being in heat while dating m!reader? Preferably with breeding kink and primal play please, though no actual preg. Thank you in advance!!!!

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: leona kingscholar x m!reader, ruggie bucchi x m!reader, jack howl x m!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: an instinct running deeper than simple desires, you’re the drug to satiate these carnal cravings 

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): heat cycles, breeding kink, face fucking, minor cock warming, minor overstimulation 

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [Headcanon]

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: i’ve never written primal play so that was interesting! though i hope i was able to capture it correctly ( ╥﹏╥)ノ nontheless! i hope you enjoy!

Leona Kingscholar

You’ve discovered many things about Leona since dating him. He likes to sleep a lot (as everyone else knows) but what you’ve discovered is that he likes to use you as a personal pillow. His head nudges your palm when you caress his head and his ears twitch against your fingers; even in a state of sleep, he seeks your touch (though he denies it when you bring it up…)

So when he avoids you like the plague one day—you’re more than sceptical. You haven’t… done anything to upset him? You even bought him lunch the other day! Though his avoidance isn’t because he’s upset with you like you originally thought. Now you just get excited whenever he holes himself up in his room

Leona is such a prideful person—sometimes bordering in A-hole levels—but during this period of time, when he’s in heat, he’s so docile. Complying with every one of your wishes and allowing you to indulge him for once! 

His mind is clouded over in a lustful haze, body telling him to breed but he’s truthfully never experienced heat with a proper partner before so his mind isn’t sure how to function properly but that’s fine... you’re there to take care of him after all

Once your fingers brush his hand just the slightest bit, something snaps in Leona’s mind and he’s pouncing on you. He’ll pin you down, hands hooked under your legs, and pushes your knees to your chest. You’re bent in half like this, face flushing as Leona’s cock, hard and heavy pushes into you so easily, his mind is screaming at him how you’re so perfect, made perfectly for him—the perfect mate

He fucks like a crazed man. His desires are so strong that he knows nothing else except to push in deeper, thrust in harder, breed you until you’re full. A shudder runs down his spine when he realises this position is optimal for breeding; he’s got you in a mating press

Leona growls, voice rough in his throat and every moan that spills from your mouth just drives him deeper to fuck you stupid. His skin burns, sweat dripping down your bodies as he drives into you harder. Leona will lean in closer, testing the limits of your flexibility, and he’ll whisper to you with a handsome smirk: “You’ll take all my cum, right, herbivore?”

He’s always honest during his heats. Face losing its composure when reaches his peak, coming deep into you with a final thrust; his cum painting your walls in heavy spurts. After that, Leona’s touch is gentle. His fingers will skim over every little bruise and he’ll lick your neck; cleaning you and marking you with his scent. His cock will stay plugged in your hole and his hands will gently curl around your cock if you haven’t cumed yet; bringing you to completion. Even as your body is spent, bordering on overstimulation, you can feel Leona’s cock twitch in you. That was just the first wave after all~ 

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is a bright and confident person. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him without that easy-going persona but when his heat kicks in, it’s a different story. The stark difference is baffling the first time you’ve witnessed it but you’re always more than willing to help out

His face is painted with a permanent blush, ears flinching here and there; restless as he clutches at his clothes. He’s told you before that staying clothed when he's in heat makes him uncomfortable—the material of his shirt always clinging to his burning skin like a layer of dead skin. So you always take it upon yourself to undress him slowly, small whines leaving his lips at how sensitive his skin gets

Ruggie complains a lot when he’s in heat—something he rarely does on a normal occasion but his complaints are always about how his heats are the worst and he’s not acting like himself and how he wants to touch you so bad. Of course you always try to keep his mind off the negatives—you’re here now; he’s allowed to indulge in you all he wants

You try to keep him relaxed by offering to blow him; Ruggie’s ears pressing against his head in embarrassment but he mumbles a fine and you’re in position. You fist yourself when you take him in your mouth, Ruggie’s cock already leaking precum heavily into your throat and Ruggie grabs the back of your head, slamming himself deeper into your inviting mouth

He fucks your throat in wild abandon, as if he’ll die if he doesn’t and you take him the best you could but before Ruggie cums, he pulls your head away roughly, mumbling a small s’ory, and pushes you down. His breathing is ragged as he potions his cock to your hole and he’s frantically mumbling about how he has to fuck you, fill you up with his cum, make you full

His hips are so flexible; fucking you hard and fast. His fingers curl against your cock and your mind blanks, unable to do anything but take what he’s giving you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air; moans spill without shame and Ruggie slams with all his strength, cumming with a heavy shudder. He falls on top of you like he’s lost all his strength, instantly pressing kisses on every inch of your face he can reach

His tail swishes happily after he’s done. His mind no longer as clouded during the first wave, Ruggie finally realises that he’s still inside you. He’ll flush brightly (somehow deepening the red colour already on his face) and he splutters out a few words before a thought strikes him that… he came inside you. His cum is still inside you and like a perfect mate, you’ve taken everything from him so well that..

Ruggie gets up and you think he’ll pull out but instead he starts to grind his cock into your ass. Of course he can’t really impregnate you but the thought is..  A lopsided smile settles on his face and he presses a kiss to your lips, hips bucking into you.  “Let’s go again, yeah? Juuust to make sure~”

Jack Howl

When you started dating, Jack had pulled you to the side one day; ears twitching and turning from side to side to make sure no one is around before he tells you with an embarrassed voice: he’ll want to spend his heats with you. You may or may not have popped a nosebleed in that instance but you also remember feeling so touched that he would trust you in his moment of weakness. Now you’re determined to always make everything perfect when his schedule rolls by

Jack doesn’t always let the hazy feeling of lust cloud his judgement—he’s had perfect control over his composure; of course that’s before you enter the room, the air filling with your scent, Jack’s perfect composure crumbles. He touches in with his inner animal and ravage you until you can’t walk let alone stand properly

His tail sways in uncontained excitement, held high in the air as his arms snake around your stomach and he positions you on your knees. When he’s in heat, Jack doesn’t waste any time. His pace is brutal; mind only telling him to take, take take. Anything and everything you can give him. His hands will press against your stomach, teeth scraping against your ear and his voice is rough when he grunts: “You’re so full of me…”

And you are—filled to the brim and stretched to your limit by his cock always hitting your prostate. Your cock uselessly bounce against your stomach with every thrust, pushing you harder against the bed until your elbows give in and Jack still fucks you with vigour; holding your ass up as your cum spurts weakly over your stomach

When Jack finally cums, grinding down against your ass, it’s in heavy globs, making you feel absolutely full. He’ll slowly pull out of you and without his hands supporting him, your body collapses to the bed like a puppet losing its strings. But it’s not over yet

Jack will gently roll you on your back, his face flushing and you can see the desire in his eyes when he looks at you. Just when his cum would trickle down your thigh, Jack’s fingers would circle against your hole and he’ll plunge two fingers in; stuffing his cum back in your asshole

He’ll fuck his fingers into you—with the intentions of making sure his cum stays deep inside and you’re so sensitive you cum quickly just after a few seconds of him plugging your hole. Jack has this small smile on his lips as he watches you take his cum so well and you momentarily forget about the overstimulation

When his first wave of heat subsides, Jack will nuzzle his cheek against yours, nose burying in your neck to take in your scent. He becomes so domestic like this; arms secured over your waist and marking your neck with gentle bites. It doesn’t go past you the way his hand is always placed atop your stomach; rubbing the skin there with gentle caresses

#leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #savanaclaw #twst x reader #twst n/sfw #twst scenarios #twst imagines #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #jack x reader #twisted wonderland #m!reader #request #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst jack

[firerose]

Dark Leo -Dark  seven au part2

@reading0mens Hope you enjoy it, I put a bit under read more because it’s kinda long XD

Leo‘s world is shattered after Jason‘s death

He knows it was a storm or fire

He knows that his cheating death caused the fates to take Jason away

At Jason‘s funereal he cries into Piper‘s shoulder

The boy that told him he was important, that made him believe he was worth something was gone

His sorrow makes him burst into flames and as Piper lets go he sinks over his friends grave

Things only got worse from there

He can‘t look at Calypso anymore

She was the reason he cheated death after all

He thinks about how she always complains about him, never truly helped him as Jason did

He goes back to Camp half-blood not caring that there is a battle coming for the Romans

He couldn‘t help them anyway

He locks himself in Bunker 9 building machines to distract himself from the cruel reality

Jason Grace was dead and he was alive

Calypso tries to get through to him but he yells at her that he regrets having saved her

He doesn‘t mean because of her of course but it is still her that he cheated death for

Calypso leaves in tears

Leo continues building and as his hands work on inventions his mind goes to Hera

Why didn‘t she save Jason?

He was her hero, wasn‘t he?

The bridge between greeks and Romans

So what kept her from saving him?

Anger begins to rage in him

Maybe Jason was just a tool for her

A weapon she could use and then forget

A scream breaks out of him and flames start floating over everything

He begins to despise the queen of Olympus just like he once hated Gea

At least Gea never acted like she wanted to protect them

He feels a desire to make Hera pay, to play with her just like she did with him

He knows that he can't take revenge on Hera all by himself Isn't there an emperor in new york

A plan starts to form in his head

Nyssa brings him the news

Camp Jupiter beat Caligula and Commodus now only Nero is left

The only change for Leo to take revenge on Hera

He leaves in the early morning

He is not nervous only strangely excited

Finding the emperor was not hard he could oversee the whole city on his metal dragon

„What do you want demigod?“, Nero asks coldly sitting on his throne arrogant as always

Leo only smiles darkly „I want to treat Hera just like she treated me and my friends.“

Nero has picked up many demigods from the streets but this one is special

He has an almost feral look in his eyes like he would be ready to burn the world

„And how exactly do plan to do that? Nero asks his voice full of curiosity

After hearing the plan Nero allows Leo to stay

He has a big room full of machines, engines automatons

Leo loves it

He builds robots small ones at first but his anger makes his talents grow

Somehow he manages to equip them with laser eyes ten arms that shoot fire canons, their fingers made of blades

He makes other inventions to ones that he prays to one day use on a certain goddess

A part of him is terrified of his work but another screams justice for Jason so he continues

Two weeks later Leo gives Hazel and Frank a surprise visit

They are happy to see him, they are his friends after all

Leo laughs with them, jokes as if everything was normal

One night he and Frank even mourn Jason together

When he feels real tears form in his eyes he is grateful for Franks hug

He can tell that Frank wants him to feel loved just like Jason once did

He is thankful and when Frank leaves his firewood feels heavy in Leo‘s hand

The next day horns are blowing, demigods scream in terror

A huge robot army is threatening to enter new Rome

The Legion is horrified but they swore to protect the city so they get ready for battle

None of them is showing their fear when they stand between the robots and their city

Reyna and Frank stand before their cohorts but Frank is not too worried

Those robots are made of metal and he sees in Hazel‘s smile that she knows this too

The daughter of Pluto raises her hand to save those she loves

But then a voice close to her speaks up coldly

„Hazel stop “, She almost did not recognize it

Leo stands a few feet away eyes gleaming darkly, Franks stick lays in his hand

Franks feels a cold dread in his stomach

„Leo…...what are you doing? Frank asks unable to hide his fear

Leo lets out a pained humourless laugh, I‘m destroying the god's ego by crashing their glorious temples.“ he explains and Hazel feels her heartbreak at his words

How is this the same boy who made her smile with his jokes

Reyna curses“ How dare you betray us? After Jason-“

Leo interrupts her with a mad shout

„That's exactly my point! Jason died because Hera for some reason refused to save him. We are all just puppets for the gods don‘t you see that!“I'm trying to save us from them but if you don‘t surrender now I will be forced to let you suffer for the god's crimes.“, Leo explains his tone almost hysteric

There is silence for a moment

The robots stand like dead status, new Rome's citizens glance towards them from behind the barrier, the roman soldiers are glaring at Leo

„Romans don‘t surrender.“, Frank finally responds his voice brave, his eyes full of pain

Leo smirks like he expected that answer

His whole body bursts into flame

Frank falls to the ground as his stick is swallowed by fire

Pain ignites in his heart, he hears Hazel‘s scream

He looks at his girlfriend a hand stretched towards her as if to hold her one last time

She stretches her hand towards him as well, her mouth moving as she sobs

A weak scream leaves his lips when a Robots blade impales her neck the blade coming out bloody at her throat

Her hand sinks, her body collapses into a puddle of her blood and Frank‘s world goes black

Leo stares at their unmoving bodies

The stick in his hands is now only ashes

He knows he should feel something

He should feel remorse

Instead, he just feels empty

The gods could have saved them but they didn‘t

If the gods would just be better he would not have done this

The gods are to blame not him

So he joins the massager

The demigods are fighting bravely but nothing prepared them to fight eight feet high machines

Blades are piercing through their bodies, the fire burns their flesh, dozens get trampled

Leo is in the middle of it all shooting fireballs burning everyone who gets too close

A fireball hits Reyna‘s hair and the Praetor is doomed to a firey cruel death

Soon the city falls, Terminus  barrier is not strong enough to hold the metal beasts off

New Romes citizens are slaughtered in their streets, their buildings, temples destroyed

Their screams ring in Leo‘s ears but he continues to fight

This is for Jason. This is for Jason

He keeps using this excuse even though a part of him tells him that Jason wouldn‘t have wanted this

When Leo the last screams finally have died new Rome is in ruins

On Olympus, the gods are raging

Their pride has never been attacked like this

Hera looks at Leo wandering through the dead city with worry

He was her hero once just like Jason but now he seems …..changed

Maybe somehow she could convince him to come back to her

She is his grandmother after all

So she goes down to him in the form of his old babysitter

Leo growls when he sees he sees her

„Now you decide to show up? After I slaughtered thousands of People? Wow you are a horrible patron goddess!“, He snarls

Hera looks at him in pity

„Leo I know you are angry but this is madness. Jasons death was in the hand of the fates and I couldn‘t do anything sometimes even we gods are powerless. Don‘t go down this road my hero it will only bring you to suffering.“ Hera warns but that only makes Leo more furious.

They are standing in the smouldering ruins of her city and yet all she can do is makeup excuses

„You ……..you are so arrogant Hera! First, you act like my protector, my babysitter for years and then you don‘t even save my mother, then you give me fake memories about my best friend and then when I‘m finally growing closer to him you watch him die too. I bet if I hadn‘t killed Frank today you would have done it! Jason Frank and I were just pawns whose lives you controlled and that you now don‘t need anymore!“, Leo yells his hands balled into fists.

Hera listens to her face showing guilty embarrassment

She is too lost in thought, that is why she sees the net that Leo throws over her too late

The strings are made of celestial bronze but when she tries to escape the net only grows tighter cutting into her skin

Leo smiles at her in amusement.

„I hope you enjoy your new home your high majesty., He mocks

Hera realized that this was all part of his plan

Destroying new Rome to get her attention, louring her here so he could capture her

„Let me go immediately demigod or my wrath-“. She is cut off when Leo gags her

He has enough to listen of listening to her

He just wants to visit Jason's grave one last time

Leo returns to Nero with his army and with Hera

She is carried by one of the Robots trapped in metal strings

Nero welcome Leo with open arms

This child is a blessing even better than Meg Mc Caffrey

He tells Leo that he wants to wait with his attack on the greeks

He wants the news about camp Jupiter to reach them first

Leo agrees and grins at Hera

The goddess tries to change from even her real one but the strings only golden

„They drain your godly essence. The emperors are no strangers to dark magic Hera. You won‘t get out of here unless I allow it.“, Leo mocks once he has taken her to his room

The image of Her lying helpless and restrained on the ground gives him chills of joy

He picks out a knife from his toolbelt, Heras's eyes widen

„Now let's see how you like being hurt without someone there to help.“ Leo muses and drives the blade into the goddess's arm.

He smiles at the golden blood and Heras agonized groan

He is going to have so much fun with her

Leo almost feels disappointed when Nero tells him that it‘s time for the attack

By now all demigods know what happened

Chiron evacuated Camp half-blood taking the younger Campers to safety

Nero knows it‘s only a matter of time until the rest disappears to

So Leo and the emperor fly to  Long island alone with Festus who hold Hera in his claws

The robots are deactivated until Leo's command, Nero wants to give his enemies hope of winning

A handful of Campers is already waiting for them at the top of Half-blood hill

Leo winces when he sees Percy and Nico

He had forgotten the people close to Frank and Hazel

„Surrender or face the same end as your roman friends!“, Nero demands

Percy spits to the ground

Nico gets out his sword his eyes piercing into Leo soul

„Do you think Jason still loves you after what you did Leo?“, Nico asks coldly

Leo‘s heart feels like it‘s torn apart

Nico‘s words are the truth in the back of his mind. The truth that his lust for revenge drowned out

Jason, sweet kind Jason would never love someone who killed his friends

Leo feels panic, he has to move forward he has to distract himself from his thoughts

„Let that be my concern.“, Leo spats and drops Hera to the ground

Her body is covered in deep cuts, golden blood covers the strings

The attack begins

Leo decides to take out Percy first

He shoots fire but Percy uses the lake to his advantage

Water and fire clash together in the air squishing as they meet

Leo gets more furious

He creates big flames that lit the threes next to Percy on fire, tiny flames to grasp Percy‘s hair

Percy seems to be prepared for everything

He protects himself with shields of water and creates tentacles in an attempt to drag Leo to the ground

Their fight is hard, full of hatred and so none of them notices Nico‘s fight against Nero

Until the emperor screams while he's being sucked into the earth

Neros household, all young brainwashed demigods panic and run

Leo yells in frustration

Why did he choose such bad allies?

Nico collapses from the uses of his underworld powers, the grass around him black

Leo wants to take his chance and flames flicker from his hand#

But then a big hand of water grabs him and lifts him off his dragon

Leo is taken by surprise but soon blind rage follows

„Now!“, He hears Percx yell and when he turns his head he sees Annabeth cutting Heras net with Nico‘s stygian sword

Desperation and fear will Leo

„No please!“, He Beggs but Percy drops him on the ground without mercy

Hera although wounded immediately grows to full size her eyes blazing with fury

„I WARNED YOU MY HERO NOW FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS.“Hera yells her form glowing

„No wait!“, Percy says his eyes widened in shock

Leo knows what is coming, he has seen it once before

Tears of sorrow, of fear, of anger stream down his cheeks

He wonders if Hades will let him see Jason again after he murdered his daughter

In a last attempt to turn his fate he reaches for his toolbelt

But then he stops

How can he destroy the greeks after they took him in after they tried to make him belong somewhere?

His thoughts wander to Piper and his heart is split by deep guilt

Leo Valdez opens his eyes and stares right into the godly flames that even he can‘t survive

His last thought is a prayer of forgiveness to all he has killed in his path for revenge

Leo is buried at Camp half-blood

There are a lot of discussions about it but no one can think of a better place

Hera assures the Campers that in a few years there will be new roman demigods

This does not help the losses though

Percy and Annabeth spend many nights crying with each other about their lost friends, their lost future

Will has to hold Nico for countless nights too, Has to remind him that he always will be there for him

Apollo becomes a god again

And in California Piper Mclean cries out her prayers to the gods

She prays for them to free her out of these new fake mist reality

She prays for them to let her wake up in a world where her best friends are still alive

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Honestly I wished Hoo went more into the fact that frank Jasons and Leos lives were all controlled by Hera! That would have been such an interesting dynamic!

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #dark!leo #dark seven #valgrace #leo valdez #jason grace #piper mclean #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #trials of apollo #the burning maze

[butwhatifidothis]

r/Edelgard seems to have completely turned against Claude now. But the weirdest part is that they keep calling him an imperialist, while at the same time denying Edelgard is one.

It was only a matter of time before they did honestly. While Dimitri and Edelgard more directly oppose each other ideologically, even if it’s merely stated as so by the game Claude and Edelgard are presented as being “closer aligned” in terms of ideals, and any character shown to be a potential ally to Edelgard is seen in a good light in their eyes and any character that is shown to be unable to be an ally is a villain/bad person, so he was given some leeway until recently. 

Look at how they bend themselves trying to make AM the villain route, how they sometimes completely discard Rhea’s words in favor of Edelgard’s despite the former literally being present when history was happening and the latter having Imperial Telephone tell her the totes fer reel correct version that happens to paint humanity as pure good, at how Edelgard’s treatment of Seteth and Flayn is excused and sometimes justified, at how Dimitri defending his land against an invading force that has the explicit goal of conquering them is painted in the worst possible light. It’s a consistent tendency to put down every character that could even potentially make Edelgard look bad... so Claude was never going to escape this treatment forever, since he arguably makes Edelgard look the worst. Not because of what she did to him - that trophy is being valiantly fought by Dimitri and Rhea - but because of his actions and goals and accomplishments compared to hers.

Remember Edelgard’s supposed goals, according to her stans? Claude does them, with far more peaceful results. 

“Reform the Church” - Edelgard gets rid of it entirely in the majority of her endings and has it state-sanctioned if she does allow it to stay all the while actively persecuting the faithful in the Empire during the war, Claude always has the Church around and it is stated to be going through more natural reforms under Byleth and Seteth’s guidance and like the rest of the non-CF routes gives refuge to the said persecuted faithful. 

“Unify Fodlan” - Edelgard forcefully unites Leicester and Faerghus back under Adrestia’s banner and erases their cultures while doing so, Claude unites Leicester, Faerghus, and Adrestia under a new banner (the United Kingdom of Fodlan) with no explicit mention of the erasure of the former nations (unlike “the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and the Church of Seiros both vanished from the people’s memories” like in CF’s ending narration). 

“Reveal the truth of Fodlan’s history” - Edelgard only tells a “truth” that goes directly against everything established by the game’s foreshadowing and never looks farther into what she assumes to be true, Claude finds the actual truth and does so by asking Rhea, someone who would for sure know the truth of what happened (all while risking the chance of her blowing away his previous assumptions of what’s been happening)

“Reveal the truth of Fodlan part 2″ - Edelgard/CF has multiple instances that reveal that portions of history are being deliberately covered up (Dorothea/Edelgard endings revealing censorship, Ferdinand/Byleth endings revealing certain battles not being recorded “ History books extol Ferdinand's success as a lord of his territories, but they do not make mention of the hard-fought battles he endured alongside his wife. Thus, half of his life's work is lost to time”), no mention of such things happening in Claude/VW’s endings

“Better relations with Almyra” - this is a throwaway line in Edelgard’s story that is completely optional and easy to miss as well as never appearing in any of her endings whatsoever (as well as any mention of bettering foreign relations), this is Claude’s entire goal which he is stated and even somewhat shown to have accomplished in the course of his story

“Looking out for the weak” - Edelgard intentionally strips the weak of support by taking away most any semblance of a church and explicitly states that the weak will inevitably learn how to grow strong by themselves, Claude acknowledges the Church’s importance to the people even if he personally doesn’t like religion and explicitly believes that strength is found by relying on, opening up to, and believing in friends and close ones

“Looking out for the weak, part 2″ - Edelgard explicitly states that she is completely willing to sacrifice her men as well as the people of Fodlan as a whole in order to achieve a greater good and then goes on to endanger her people, Claude explicitly states that such methods are too bloody and goes on to go out of his way to protect the people through evacuation or by placing himself in front of them or keeping them out of the fighting entirely

“Achieving a peaceful Fodlan” - The majority of Hubert’s endings reveal the need to constantly spy on the populace and/or put down rebellions/assassination attempts, the only mention of something similar occurring in VW is putting down Imperial loyalists + TWS’ attempts to disrupt the peace

“Wanting help from others” - Edelgard never attempts to reach out a hand in friendship to anyone at any point of the game, Claude tries multiple times to do so with Dimitri and actually succeeds in doing so in AM (not to mention him giving his help to and asking for help from the Church in non-CF routes)

This is just what I can readily think of off the top of my head, but we see that Claude manages to accomplish much of what Edelstans say Edelgard wants to do with better results, and that’s not even getting into how Claude needs no “softening” from Byleth in order to be a more approachable person, how he never initiates fighting towards Faerghus (as in, not the Kingdom army but the nation itself, unlike Edelgard) and never tries to conquer it whatsoever (again, unlike Edelgard), how he keeps his word and assists in helping Rhea despite not liking or trusting her unlike how Edelgard claims to want to make peace with Rhea despite thinking that her and her kind need destruction, how Claude mourns the deaths of his friends and allies while Edelgard says nothing if any of her friends and allies die (even Hubert, someone she’s known for close to 20 years, one of the longest relationships of the academy students’ circle. she says nothing of his passing) save for Bernadetta whom she can set on fire, and, again, other things that aren’t coming to my right off the cuff. He makes her look horrible

And, well, ya know what that means. Claude’s actions can’t be actually good, because they make Edelgard, the hero of 3H, look bad, so there has to be some kind of catch everywhere. 

Claude bringing in Almyran reinforcements, with the approval of the Alliance’s most renown general, to help secure Fort Merceus in a more secure way (and is actually shown to have possibly actually helped in pulling off the ruse, seeing how SS tried the same thing without them and failed)? Him doing the same in some of his endings, where he sends Almyran forces to help settle the Imperial revolts that are happening? This is actually him trying to invade Fodlan, sending Almyran forces as a show of force and establish Almyra’s superiority over Fodlan, not him showing that Almyra wishes to help Fodlan reform so that their centuries long feud can finally begin to be properly set aside and allow for positive change to occur between the two countries.

Claude keeping the Alliance out of the war? This is actually him biding his time to strike back against both countries so that he can win the war and he only succeeds if he manages to trick Byleth and the Church (and Dimitri, in AM) into helping him, not him recognizing that the Alliance is weak even if fully united (let alone in the divided state they’re in) and wanting to keep his people as far away from the war as possible.

Claude giving the leadership of Fodlan to Byleth? This is actually him giving an ambitionless puppet rulership so that he can control Fodlan through them (even though even pre ts he doesn’t believe Byleth has no ambitions and will full on deny the belief that they don’t) and not him putting his faith in Byleth that they will be able to rule Fodlan justly

Claude showing concern over his friends’ wellbeing? This is actually him only trying to make sure his “tools” are kept up nicely, not him genuinely caring about those around him.

Claude coming across as insensitive in his Jeralt’s diary scene? This is actually proof/a hint of Claude’s true persona as a manipulative sociopath, not a genuine fuck up on his end (or, if you want to be nicer, a look into how he himself deals with traumatic events, though that’s up for interpretation so not the main point)

Claude saying that he wants to be supreme ruler of the world to Edelgard? This is actually him outright revealing his plans and showing regret that Edelgard managed to thwart him.

Oh, and we can’t forget how Claude actually wanted to wage war himself and was only stopped by Edelgard, and how he stole all of the progress Edelgard was making in changing Fodlan’s society, and how he never would have been able to do anything without Edelgard, and how him not siding with Edelgard is proof that he never wanted the best for Fodlan, and how the warmongering Almyrans would never want to make peace with Fodlan with that being more proof of Claude’s “true” ill intentions since he’d totally know that’d be the case

The second to last point being, of course, the only time you should take Claude at face value. And again, these are just the points that readily come to my mind as of right now. 

Like I said, there was no chance in hell Claude was going to stay in r/Edelgard’s good graces, given how so much of his character directly shits on Edelgard’s. Friendship ended with r/Edelgard, now Dimitri and Rhea are Claude’s best friends.

#ask #anti edelgard #Anti-edelgard #Edelgard discourse #edelgard critical #just to be safe #like yeah I'm surprised Claude went this long without being shat on

[wntrsnat]

࿐Another Autumn Night

✧ Pairing: BuckyNat/Winterwidow

✧ Warnings: Depressive thoughts, low self-esteem and lots of self-blame, basically Spoiler-free.

✧ Word count: 1.5k words

✧ A/n: following one-shot takes place somewhere around Ed Brubaker’s Captain America comics, where Bucky took the that mantle. It was originally published a few months ago by me on Marvel Amino, so this is basically a late repost!

The night sky was full of stars but no moon. Skyscrapers shone bright, spilling the color upon dark night. The city came alive when noises had filled the streets. The lights and sounds of the big city have always delighted Bucky. Although the lifetime passed since his youth, he still heard the gunshots; bombs dropping everywhere; the desperate, angry screams; the lifeless bodies falling down, staining the earth with the blood – sounds of the war. The lively, loud streets reminded him that people were living their normal life without the war, without deaths and tortures.

Well, at least most of them lived it that way, normal way. For others, the war had never stopped. Instead, it mutated. There was no black and white anymore. The spectrum was all grey. And people? People just played along with it all. They were puppets who’s master always changed. Bucky knew it better than anyone.

It felt like he had been a puppet his whole life. Yet, he still blamed himself for everything. After all, blood was on his hands. He was the one victims remembered and hated. He destroyed their lives. They were deep down in the ground, dead. Their families grieved and cried, burying the dreams of happy life while he stood here as national hero, symbol of the country. He didn’t deserve to be here, walking down the street with his girlfriend, cherished by people.

“You need to stop thinking so much” Natasha remarked, wrapping her slender fingers around his waist. She hated when James brooded over his thoughts. It was easy to guess what they were. It felt like it was only thing on his mind ever since he took up the mantle of Captain America.

She was concerned about him. She couldn’t recall last time James properly slept. She always found him awake in the middle of the night, absent from their bed. Winter Soldier, murders, survival and Captain America- They always had same conversation each night. Tonight was no different. Except that Natalia convinced him to go for the walk. New York was quite a sight at night, especially during autumn. She hoped that it’d help him to get out of his head for a while.

Bucky sighed out, turning his head to her. He said nothing. Instead, his gaze lingered on Natalia, noticing the worry in her emerald eyes. At moments like this, he couldn’t help but wonder what did he do be loved by a woman like her. He had her right next to himself, walking down a park painted with orange, red and yellow leaves. Her fiery red hair sprawled on her shoulders, cold breeze brushed past her brown coat as street’s warm lights fell on her face, cooling down her dark red lipstick – she matched the autumn, looking better than mother nature herself. And Bucky, a complete idiot, phased out in his thoughts instead of enjoying their moment.

He didn’t deserve her either but here she was, unconditionally loving him. He didn’t understand what she saw in him. Natalia deserved the best and he certainly wasn’t it. Nevertheless, he was grateful for her. She made it all little easier for him. She was the reason James lived and fought. If not her, he would have put bullet through his brain to quiet the ghosts.

“It’s just” Bucky mumbled under his breath. He moved away his gaze, unable to look into her eyes. He didn’t want her to be worried about him. Natalia already had enough on her plate, he didn’t want to add on. Still, he knew that it was impossible to avoid “There’s too much rattling around in my head, lately” he said and rubbed nape of his neck.

“I know” Natasha faintly nodded, pressing her lips together. She knew it wasn’t just lately. At one point or another, there was always rattling around in his head. She could relate to that feeling. She wouldn’t even be worried if it wasn’t James who would beat up himself for his past, put himself in danger and damage his health all because he thought he deserved it. “That’s why you should stop thinking, милый мой (my dear)” she said, referring to what she had told him earlier.

“Well, you do have a point there” Bucky quietly commented. He for sure couldn’t say she was wrong; thinking so much, in such state of the mind, wouldn’t bring any good to him. Yet, how could any of his thoughts do him good. They just kept dragging him back to old, torn pages which he couldn’t fix. Bucky’s eyes moved back to Natalia, trying to hold on the moment. He caught himself almost zoning back out. Stop thinking, stop thinking – he told himself, breathing in cold air.

“Don’t I always?” She said with a small smile. She saw how James looked at her; she knew that he tried hard for her. She knew he tried hard to put away all negativity when he was with her. But that’s not what she wanted. She wanted him to try hard for himself. She wanted him to ignore negative thoughts for *himself*.

“Hmm… do you?” James hummed out, a faint chuckle left his lips. God, he loved that smile of hers – confident and self-assured in the best way possible. There was nothing arrogant about it, about her. Natalia knew herself, her skills and abilities; he adored it about her. He thought that it was what made her as strong as she was. That was quite important trait for agent or assassin; Exaggerating or underestimating your competence could lead to fatal outcome. And that is not what anyone wanted “you *can’t* be always right” He jokingly said, truth present in his words.

“I have never said I am always right” Natasha defended herself, throwing hands in the air as the sign of innocence. Indeed, no one could always be right, even Captain America himself. No matter who you were, you’d anyway manage to make a mistake “I meant that I always have a *point*. There’s big difference” she said and raised eyebrows, giving him a small look. More than often there was a bit of truth in everything; more or less, at least. Even villains themselves had some truth in their motivation, but it still didn’t make them right. That was difference between being right and having a point; you had truth in your words yet you were wrong in many ways as well.

“What’s the difference exactly?” Bucky asked and got closer. His flesh arm had been wrapped around Natalia. He hid the other one in the pocket of his jacket; the streets were filled with lights; he didn’t want metal to reflect them. It would cause unnecessary attention. Tonight, all he wanted was to relax with his girlfriend. Everything was rather beautiful and he didn’t want to miss out on that anymore. He didn’t know if it was only him or the autumn really did make everything so mesmerizing; except for Natalia, she always looked stunning.

Autumn reminded him of her in the way. It was odd enough to compare season and person but they really did match quite well. He thought they had similar temperament; one minute it could have been like this – calm and soothing, just a faint, cold breeze brushing past them and another minute, you could find yourself in home-wrecking storm or incredible rainfall; you never knew what you’d wake up to. You only knew one thing for sure, no matter what it’d be, it would still be amazing.

“I mean I can explain it on lots examples” Natasha exclaimed and got on her tip toes. She let silence fall between them as she thought what to say. She had lots of examples on her mind, for instance his thoughts: James thought it was his fault that people died – it was impossible to deny that there was bit of truth in that, he had a *point* but at the same time, he was very wrong. Or second example of this phenomenon was Tony Stark, the man was walking definition of ‘having a point’ himself. “But I’m too tired for that” She whispered against his lips, softly locking them together. Natasha decided to stay quiet. She didn’t want to remind him about either of those things. She didn’t want him to start thinking about it all and again lose himself in the thoughts. She’d rather appear defeated in James’ eyes than make him upset him.

“I bet you are” he ironically replied right before they kissed. A flush crept up his face, cheeks redder than leaves that hung on the trees. Bucky had been with lots of girls but none of them were quite like Natalia. She was only one who he could open up to. She was only one who would understand. There was something about her that touch his soul, his humanity. Neither of them made him feel the way she did.

They stood like this for quite a time, kissing under the weak, lamp lights - the only thing that lit up an empty park, showing them path to unknown. It felt like time had stopped around them. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; not even his worries, the cold breeze or the beautiful surroundings that autumn itself had painted. He didn’t deserve this happiness, not after everything he had done but damn, he was thankful to have her with him.

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Episode 12

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(Spoilers for the whole show ahead!)

Even when Wen Chao asks for their swords, Wei Ying is trying desperately to make Lan Zhan look him in the eye to telepathically understand what his soulmate is feeling. Lan Zhan hates it but he has no choice but to cooperate with the enemy. He has withdrawn to himself after the multiple losses he’s faced and being a puppet at the hands of the Wens must be rattling him some more. Even if he wanted to tell Wei Ying everything that’s on his mind, he wouldn’t have been able to find the words to. 

Lucky for him, Wei Ying has an inkling that his Lan Zhan has faced an inexplicable disaster and that’s why he’s behaving this way with him. He knows it doesn’t mean he should stop reaching out. His concern for him leads him to repeatedly seek Lan Zhan’s face, looking for anything that might suggest how he can alleviate his plight.

One of the perks of having Wei Wuxian as your boyfriend is that he was born ready to make a clown out of the most dastardly villains.

Wei Ying Says “Fuck You” In The Name Of Love

Wei Ying has a brilliant idea to talk to Lan Zhan or at least let him know he is not alone.

There is something powerfully impressive and quietly romantic about Wei Ying insulting the Wen clan by reciting the Lan clan’s rules to Wen Chao’s face, on the heels of the former decimating and annexing the latter. Of course Wei Ying is the first one in a room to stand up to a bully and protect the others but Wei Ying knows Lan Zhan’s hands are tied right now, even if he doesn’t know what exactly happened. But that’s okay, because Wei Ying will defend his honor and become Lan Zhan’s hands, his mouth, his everything that delivers the unmistakable “fuck you” on behalf of his family. And he does it in an act of rebellion that originates in the sanctum of love. Understandably, Lan Zhan falls more in love with him.

Wei Ying’s Plan Misfires 

His happiness is short-lived, but honestly who could predict his plan would go like this?

We see that Lan Zhan does want to confide in his soulmate the pain and pressure he’s been dealing with alone the whole time, but it’s too dangerous for them to talk right now. 

Wen Chao carries the same kind of smugness as a prick who’s been waiting to out a gay couple. I mean how awful do you have to be to physically abuse Wangxian for.. being Wangxian? Blatant homophobia right there.

Wei Ying has had enough of Wen Chao’s bullshit and is unafraid to clap back with his signature cheekiness.

When Wei Ying is captured, Lan Zhan blocks the whip coming his way and ends up taking a hit to his injured leg. Wei Ying then wants Wen Chao to come for him instead of Lan Zhan, and we can honestly expect nothing less from Wangxian at this point.

Lan Zhan conquers his silent grieving and mute seething to stand in defiance against Wen Chao. It is worth mentioning that his patience and tolerance can even bear the brunt of a fallen world, but cease to exist the second someone mistreats Wei Ying before his eyes. You know what they say about love being a vicious motivator. His protective stance here screams..

Lan Zhan Holds On To Wei Ying For A Short Span Of Eternity

Wen Chao sure is very curious about the nature of their relationship and unable to fathom what Wei Ying could possibly want with Lan Zhan. He’s already safe and sound with him in Qishan, so if they’re not talking about the Yin Iron, what the hell is it? This inquisition is a bit ridiculous, as if the writer specifically gave him these lines to point out to the audience that Wangxian are being soulmates in love once again.

What Lan Zhan does not say, he makes up for with the million times he reaches for Wei Ying instinctively; spontaneous skinship is one of the ways through which his love for Wei Ying finds expression. It is phenomenal that He Who Does Not Touch People firmly holds on to his lover through this whole monologue that follows.

There are few things in the world that can inspire Lan Zhan’s wrath and protection right now, and Wei Ying commands both so effortlessly. Defeated as he is, for Wei Ying, Lan Zhan is always a man of action. And this action particularly proves his willingness to send packing to hell whoever dares to come close to his lover. I wonder what would’ve happened if Wei Ying hadn’t gone to the dungeon on his own volition.

Wangxian Are Once Again Ready To Risk It All For Each Other

It would’ve been nice to see them get their alone time, but what’s one more complication on the path of true love, right?

If you thought about it, Wangxian’s universe truly conspires to bring them together sometimes. Wen Ning tells Wei Ying everything Lan Zhan wasn’t able to, and Wen Qing does everything in her power to ensure they’re both out of harm’s way. Even when our heroes aren’t able to spend time together, they are being assisted by outside forces that work to ensure their love has a future. There are always people left in the world who are rooting for Wangxian because they’re the good gays guys! 

We are well aware of how deeply and madly Wei Ying loves Lan Zhan, but it is startling all the same that even when he is in physical agony, what infuriates him to the point of madness is the news of Lan Zhan being hurt and his home being burnt down. Wei Ying is also more than willing to endure his pain a while longer if it means Lan Zhan has a shot at getting better.

Wangxian at any given point of time are ready to sacrifice themselves for the other and wage a war against the entire world for wronging the love of their life. That’s what makes these soulmates more unique than most, if not all lovers in fiction. Throughout the story, their romance is subjected to a billion tests and every choice they make is bound to make the viewers cry and highlight the unfairness of the impossible stakes they go through to be with each other. This is no ordinary romance, and that’s why it is all the more fantastic they are able to survive these unthinkable odds and come out shining in the end.

Lan Zhan’s concern and affection for Wei Ying is so open that it bleeds all over our screens. It’s like he looks at the rest of the world with aloof objectivity but the minute his lover comes into his sight, his eyes can bloom only warmth and emotion. Even the vision that touches Wei Ying from afar should be gentle and reverent, fit for holding in sight something precious beyond measure. This can be said about the both of them.

It is when NHS mentions their halcyon days at Cloud Recesses that we realize how their lives have changed irreversibly. Both Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are visibly sadder, like they’re wishing to return to simpler times when courting Lan Zhan was the biggest problem in Wei Ying’s life and fighting his feelings for Wei Ying was Lan Zhan’s. They’ve grown closer since then but the impediments on their road have also grown bigger.

Wei Ying Asks Jiang Cheng To Stay Out Of His Love Life

Lan Zhan keeps walking like #conceal don’t feel but the sad version of WuJi reveals all.

Wei Ying has been growing tired of Jiang Cheng trying to dictate what he should and should not feel or do about things that do not concern him and he rightfully puts him in his place in this scene. Jiang Cheng tells Wei Ying to not choose “someone else” as “we” already have a lot to deal with. He implies Wei Ying shouldn’t help Lan Zhan because he isn’t family and is clearly underplaying his injury despite Wei Ying emphasising its urgency. And Wei Ying is so done with putting up with that kind of negative energy in his love life.

He is quick to silence anyone who thinks they can hold him back from his heart or overstep the boundaries of his relationship with Lan Zhan. And his logic is very sound, for who on earth is capable of stopping Wei Ying from helping him? Not even Lan Zhan! 

Wei Ying breaks free of Jiang Cheng's grip and leaves in Lan Zhan's direction after patronizingly patting his arm. And that is his answer. To him, Lan Zhan isn’t just another person and there is certainly no choice he has to make when it comes to him. It will always be Lan Zhan who is his foremost priority and the rest of the world has to simply get used to being left behind.

We see that he knows Lan Zhan would never ask for help but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t need it. His soulmate will hence always offer it, and if rejected, simply throw him on his back and continue while Lan Zhan informs him once again of how “boring” it is. He doesn’t get to do that, but his sentiment is romantic enough to stay in Lan Zhan’s memory for sixteen years and become an action he boldly reciprocates when Wei Ying comes back.

Wangxian’s Love Story is Truly “Epic”

Episodes 11 and 12 trace the beginnings of the turmoil that will forge Wangxian’s path (and make us weep). Every romance starts from the idyllic state of undisturbed happiness but it seldom remains there through the whole story. And let’s be honest, calamities bring emotional depth and complexity to a plot, exposing that our favorite characters are human, flawed and a lot closer to reality than we imagined. Both the heroes stay loyal to their core values, with the conviction to be fearless in the face of unforeseen adversities in life and love.

And we hope like the hopeless romantics who are in love with the greatest love story ever told, that maybe all the tragedies that are about to befall Wei Ying and Lan Zhan won’t matter one day because their happy ending will heal all wounds. Obstacles will continue to strew our heroes apart and push them towards the other on a loop, but Wangxian are like magnets destined to snap back together. They will ascend beyond the stratosphere of romance, straight to the heavens, because their love’s greatest virtue is that they have each other and know each other more than any two people ever did in all of history. They are devoted to the other unconditionally in soul, mind and body. 

It’s just that our idiot-soulmates take the long way round to realize that their own joint force is capable of annihilating and birthing entire universes, and nothing that ever dared to stand on their path ever stood a chance. And when they do realize that their love is an infinite, impossible force that can bend the laws of nature and be a harbinger of greatness to a world that is doomed to fail, their story is exalted to an epic that doubles as a romance, effectively displacing all the bland, straight examples of love that have infiltrated our past and perpetuated heteronormativity. Because it boasts a love that all of humankind should vie to fashion their lives after and is a true sight to behold - a sight we will rewatch for as long as we live, and bequeath to posterity so they can grow up looking up to Wangxian. Because their love story is the big budget live action fantasy that queer people have been deprived of for so long and is now here to tell us : You should dare to love because it will become your greatest strength. Just like it became Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s.

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Kryptic ↟ Deimos

thirty-seven - puppet strings

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But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.

Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction.

They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

“STAY YOUR HAND, Barnabas,” Lesya whispers, her hand resting over the old captain’s as they peer across the street at the Athenian prison. She glances back at Sokrates, the mouthy philosopher who insisted on coming too —she hadn’t wanted to argue with him or Barnabas. Tundareos or Timotheus would be better suited to aid her in a prison break, but they had yet to reach Athens after having been caught in a maelstrom off the Lakonian coast. “I’ll go first.” It would not take long for her to dispatch the guards and give the signal for Barnabas and Sokrates to join her.

Raising the hood of her pale chlamys, she blends into the bustling street, moving toward the back wall of the prison. A guard notices her, moving closer, slipping in and out of the crowd. In a heartbeat, Lesya appears naught but a few feet from the guard. “Move along,” he says, grip tightening on the wooden shaft of his spear. “Civilians are not perm–” the words die on his lips with a tight slash of a dagger across his throat. 

Lesya steps over the corpse, carving a path through the guard barracks, moving silently until there is a shout. “Call for reinforcements!” One of the guards shouts, only no one aside from the prisoners are there to hear it. She emerges from the shadows between cells with blood dripping from her blades and hands. The guard’s eyes widen, and he turns, meaning to run. Lesya tests the weight of the sword in her hand, draws in a slow breath, then tosses it into the air. The sword hangs in the air for a breath before finding the back of the guard, both falling to the flagstone. 

“Kassandra!” Lesya calls; a moment later, she hears her name and sees Kass standing at the bars of her cell. 

The Eagle Bearer reaches through the metal lattice and grasps onto her bloody hands with a large grin. Despite the terms on which they parted in Boeotia, she’s gladdened to see Lesya after the countless weeks that have passed since Pylos. “By the gods, am I happy to see you,” she admits. Lesya smiles, then steps back, looking at the hinges of the cell door —she hadn’t been able to find a key anywhere— but with the correct leverage, a key wouldn’t be needed. 

Reaching for one of her daggers to wedge beneath the hinge pin, she moves forward again but stops upon feeling the cold bite of iron at her neck. “Not so fast.” She knows the voice, and the knife’s edge now poised at her neck is familiar, too. Lesya leans her head back, staring up at Deimos —presenting her throat to him. A challenge. She knows he won’t do it. He can’t do it. But while Lesya smiles at the threat, Kassandra’s eyes are wide and worried. 

“Alexios,” Kassandra warns, instinct has her reach for the broken spear of Leonidas, no longer on her back or at her side. She stares into her brother’s wild eyes, seeing the message there clearly without him saying a word. That is not my name. The lull breaks when Lesya smiles, laughing. “You won’t do it,” she tells him, and she’s right. Deimos lowers the dagger, then sheaths it, looking away when Lesya spins to face him. 

“Go,” he says, dark eyes flitting to Lesya and then his sister. “I need to speak with her.” Hesitant to part, she looks to Kassandra —who gives a curt nod. She needs to speak to her brother too. Lesya lifts the hood of her chlamys and slides back into the shadows. 

SHE LEANS AGAINST a marble pillar, knowing Deimos will look for her after their encounter at the prison. His thoughts clouded with anger as he storms through the street. Lesya seizes his arm as he walks past her, pushing back the hood covering her copper hair when he spins —nostrils flared, hand reaching for the sword on his hip. “You’re sure you aren’t a puppet?” She asks, having lingered around the prison long enough to hear whispers. His eyes are burning embers —the rage yet to die down after Kleon’s arrival and dismissal. He still had questions for Kassandra, questions which would remain unanswered. Deimos does not answer, nor can he look at Lesya. “Alexios.” His face twists at the use of his birth name. “The Cult wants your bloodline extinguished,” she hisses. They claim he is descended from gods, just as she is —they are tools to be used then discarded, and Deimos has long been a blunted spear to them. “Do you think they won’t put you down too?”

Gritting his teeth, Deimos rips himself from her hold. “They can try,” he growls, chest heaving like a caged beast about to strike. She stares at him, her resolve iron. I will pry him from the Cult, Lesya repeats to herself, a prayer and a mantra. Something flares in Deimos’ eyes, burning brighter than his anger. He grips Lesya’s shoulders, pressing her against the temple wall, trapping her between the stone and his body. “What game are you playing at, Enyo?” He hisses, tired of the web of lies and all the secrets. 

Lesya tilts her chin up, feeling her heart stall at the sound of her old name on his lips —but defiance rises in her laurel gaze. “You know that’s not my name,” she tells him unwavering. Enyo is the past, and she will not succumb to the torments of that name again. The venomous bite in her tone melts away Deimos’ anger, his shoulders falling forward, and the hands pressed on the smooth stone on either side of her head sliding down to her waist as he breathes her true name —a tired sigh. “I’m playing whichever game brings the Cult to their knees.”

Deimos lifts a hand, caressing her scarred cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Does that include me?” He asks, twining his fingers into her copper hair as he leans toward her. 

“I don’t know yet,” she answers, hardly a whisper. There’s a pause, where their eyes meet then flit downward —they shouldn’t, but the tension is unbearable, and there is too much left unspoken. Both she and Deimos move at the same time, falling into each other’s warm embrace, lips colliding.

WHEN LESYA WAKES, it’s to the rustle of metal and leather as Deimos pulls on his black-and-gold cuirass. Sighing, she wraps the linen bedsheet around her —a makeshift peplos— and goes to him, replacing his hands on the ties and clasps of the armor. He keeps quiet, watching her with heated tawny-gold eyes as she moves. Years parted, and Lesya can still ready him for battle and war quicker than his own hands. Deimos frowns when she will not lift her laurel eyes to look upon him —fearing he may see the weakness and unshed tears arising from knowing they must part from one another again. He cups her chin, thumb running across her lips, still pink and half-swollen from his rough kisses. Lesya blinks away the tears as he lifts her gaze. “Where are you going?” She finally asks, feeling her chest tighten. 

“Amphipolis,” he answers. Kleon would be leading the Athenian forces himself after Aristophanes' mockery of a play shat on his image and turned many of the polis against him. He believes if he returns a war hero, having smote down the Spartans, his reputation will be untarnished once again. Amphipolis is set to be the next war theater. It will be a fortnight’s journey by sea if the gods grant them smooth passage. 

The promise of battle and blood brightens Lesya’s eyes, a fleeting smile twisting her lips. “I’m coming with you,” she tells Deimos, stepping away from him to gather up her discarded chiton and armor. He lifts his brow. Unsure if she should sail with the men who will call her enemy when the battle breaks. “What does it matter?” She asks, shaking her head. “No one can stop us.” He’s heard the words before from her lips, and now they ring just as true. Athens and Sparta be damned —all that mattered was each other when they were together. 

Deimos wants to share in her sanguinity but feels a heavy weight has settled on his chest. He takes her wrist, straightening the laces of the dark leather vambrace, and his eyes flick upward. “We won’t be fighting on the same side,” he reminds her. He still wears the colors of the Cult of Kosmos, unable to shake them with Kleon at the helm. 

“No, we won’t be,” Lesya smiles. Brasidas sent word requesting aid from her and the Eagle Bearer. She will answer the Spartan call, and if fate will have it, leave Kleon’s corpse on the battlefield. It feels like the die has finally been cast in her favor. Kleon is the last pillar of the Cult, and should he fall, it would be easier to break their sway over Deimos, easier to purge the minor servants from the Greek world.

Turning from her, Deimos steps to the table where his blade rest —the silver of its edge gleaming in the early sun filtering through sheer curtains. “Stay out of my way,” he warns, sliding the Damoklean sword into the leather loop of his baldric. 

“Only if you stay out of mine,” she bites back, placing her twin blades into the sheaths on her back. 

“Gods,” Deimos breathes, looking up at the plaster ceiling, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips. Years gone by and everything has changed, and yet, in moments like this, everything is the same. “Of all the women in Hellas, I’ve been cursed with you.” It’s meant to be a gripe, but the affection for her in his voice is undeniable, as is the smile on his lips. Lesya takes his face into her hands, pulling his gaze back to her before she pushes up and drags him down —their lips meeting in the middle, an echo of the nights shared under an Athenian moon. And when he kisses her back, it is with a whisper of I love you on his lips. 

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The Cruelty of the Beast - Part 5

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Characters: c!Dream, c!Ranboo Word count: 1872 words Content: mild manipulation, dark!fic, vomiting, pending apocalypse, manipulation, puppet!ranboo, puppetmaster!dream, mild bonding, mild mind control, mention of abuse

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“Ranboo, come with me.”

Dream’s voice is curt, almost with an annoyed undertone to it. Ranboo doesn’t hesitate, not wanting to cause trouble. With a glance over in Tommy’s direction, Ranboo gets to his feet and follows Dream out the front door. He glances back toward their cabin, trying to familiarize himself with the surroundings.

They’re in what looks like a taiga, and the cabin they’re in blends in with the trees and even the cobblestone surrounding the area. It’s not a bad cabin inside, nor outside. There’s a sense of comfort here, but Ranboo is on edge all the same.

“What are we doing?”

“I want to get to know you.” Dream leads him further away from the cabin. “We’re going to give Tommy some time to get to know Wilbur all over again, but you and I need to speak.”

“I don’t know what you want with me,” Ranboo admits. He falls in step next to Dream, trying to watch him without tripping over anything. Dream had cleaned up since exiting the prison, no longer looking so disheveled and broken. His hair is pulled back in a small ponytail, and his mask is sitting on the side of his head, instead of on his face. His clothes are the same as they’d been, except washed and sewed back together. Dream looks intimidating all over again.

“I don’t want anything from you,” Dream counters. He shoots Ranboo a grin. “I’m not as awful as Tommy’d been saying about me, you know.”

“You hurt him,” Ranboo points out bluntly. “You abused him. Don’t bother lying about it either, because we can all see how petrified he is of you.”

“Yeah, and Wilbur about ripped my head off for it.” Dream’s voice is far too casual for this conversation. There’s something not right about him. That much is obvious, but now that he’s free and cleaned up, he seems to exude a raw sort of power that scares Ranboo.

It’s also intriguing.

“Ranboo, I’m not trying to be a villain,” Dream continues. “I once had everything, and I lost it all. I made some wrong choices and went down a stupid path that led to my imprisonment, but we’ve all done some stupid things.”

Dream stops walking then, waving his arm out. “We’re here.”

“Where is here?” Ranboo looks around the area they’re in. They’re still in a taiga, but there’s what looks like a campsite. There’s a fireplace, a couple of tents, and...

...and there’s a hole in the ground.

Ranboo glances at Dream nervously, before hedging toward the opening. “Dream, what’s this?”

“You tell me,” Dream says. He gives a grin that’s too wide for his face. “You’re the one who dug it.”

“I don’t remember.” Ranboo stops moving, now staring fully at Dream. “I haven’t done anything, especially not for you.”

“I’m not controlling you, if that’s what you’re getting at. I don’t have that kind of power. Wilbur, maybe, but he’s not interested in you, he’s interested in Tommy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ranboo moves away from the hole. Whatever’s at the bottom, he doesn’t want to know. He wants to go back to Snowchester and be safe with Tubbo and Michael. Hell, he’ll drag Tommy back with him if it means Tommy’s safe too.

“Of course you do. We’ve been communicating for months, Ran. We’ve been working together for a lot longer than you realize.” Dream laughs. Ranboo expects it to sound sinister, but Dream’s laugh sounds normal, like he’s laughing at a random joke instead of Ranboo’s missing memories. “Look inside it, Ranboo. You’ll believe me then.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You trust Tommy, don’t you?” Dream waves his arm toward the hole. “I’m serious, look inside. It’s nothing bad, I’m not going to do anything to you. We’re past this point.”

“I do trust Tommy. It’s only because of him that I’m still here.” He still doesn’t move.

“I know.” Dream sighs and moves toward one of the tents. Ranboo watches him carefully, trying to figure out what he’s doing now.

“I was manipulated into coming here,” Ranboo offers. “I didn’t come here of my own free will. You have me under some kind of spell.”

“Like I said, I don’t have that kind of power. I didn’t swing a watch and hypnotize you, I didn’t plant subliminal messages into your head.”

“Yeah, but you can trigger it somehow. You can use some sort of... of code or keyword to use me. I don’t remember coming here, but I woke up with a sword aimed at Tommy. What did you do to me?”

“Nothing you didn’t agree to beforehand.” Dream finally exits the tent, holding out a book. Ranboo refuses to touch it, though his gaze is locked on the leather. “Take it and read it,” Dream insists. “I’m serious, you’ll understand.”

Hesitantly, Ranboo reaches for the book, grabbing at it as if it’s tainted. With another suspicious glance toward Dream, he opens the book and reads the signature.

It’s his handwriting.

But it’s not in a language he understands.

Frowning, Ranboo turns the page. There’s more writing, but again, in a language he doesn’t understand. It’s all unmistakably his handwriting though.

“This is useless,” Ranboo says. “I don’t understand any of it.”

“Read the last page,” Dream says. “I’d recite it out loud but you wouldn’t believe me.”

Licking his lips, he does as asked. Flipping to the final page of the book, Ranboo’s breath hitches when he sees what’s written there.

“Once the four of us are united, everything will start falling into place. I just need to keep trusting Dream, he knows what he’s doing more than any of us know. I just hope Tommy isn’t too hurt in the crossfire, he’s still fragile. Maybe seeing Wilbur again will help. I’ll remain by his side as long as he needs us. It’ll all be okay, I hope it’ll be okay. It’s us against the world.”

He doesn’t remember sitting down. Ranboo drops the book to the ground as he lands hard, scrambling back away from it. No wonder he’d been afraid to touch it, it really is tainted.

“I didn’t write that, I didn’t have anything to do with this, I’m-”

Dream crouches down in front of him. He takes the mask off, tossing it to the side, and reaches out for Ranboo, grabbing at his wrists. “You’re shaking,” Dream says quietly.

Why does he sound so comforting?

“Ranboo, look at me, please.”

“You’re crazy,” Ranboo mutters with a laugh. “You’re all off your rocker. I’m not a part of this.”

“Ranboo, it was never my intention to hurt you, or use you. Like I said, I made mistakes that I shouldn’t have made.”

“You...but Tommy...”

“I tried to mold Tommy. I made the mistake of thinking I could replace Wilbur, but Tommy will only ever listen to him, never anyone else. His exile was just one mistake after another, and believe me, Wilbur was pissed at me for that. Almost backed out of our deal for that alone.”

“How...” Ranboo’s voice cracks. “How long have I been working for you?”

“I don’t think you should ask questions you’re not ready to hear answers for.” There’s a warning note there, and Ranboo heeds it. Dream’s right in this instance, Ranboo really doesn’t want to know. He feels disgusted, almost sick.

No, he really is sick. He’s leaning over and dry heaving against the ground, leaves and dirt and bits of stone getting all over his clothes and face. He wishes he could actually vomit something up, but nothing’s coming out easily. Even worse is the fact that Dream is rubbing his back and whispering soothing words to him.

He remembers the question he’d asked Tommy the other night. ‘Have we just lost our free will?’ At the time he hadn’t put much weight into it. But looking back, Ranboo realizes he hadn’t had his free will in a very long time.

“Hey hey hey.” Dream finally pulls him upright. Unable to move, Ranboo leans heavily against Dream, fighting back the urge to cry. Crying hurts, and he doesn’t want to hurt. “Ranboo, listen to me. It’s okay. I’ll make it okay for you. I won’t hurt you, I won’t use you. Just... look in the hole please?”

He nods this time. Weakly, he pushes away from Dream, shifting closer to the giant hole in the ground. The surface seems to be made out of blackstone, so when Ranboo reaches the edge, he peers down.

There’s an end portal down below.

He can see the shimmering galaxy that makes up the portal, the endless nothing. It doesn’t make any sense, why would there be an end portal? Why would it be activated? Why...

When he speaks, his voice is still broken. “Are we going there?”

“Yes, eventually.” Dream pulls him upright. “You know what lies in the end, right?”

“I heard....I heard rumors.” Ranboo’s drooling all over himself. He wipes his mouth as he leans against Dream again. “It’s not good. We shouldn’t-”

“I want to release the dragon,” Dream continues, as if Ranboo hadn’t even spoken at all. “Wilbur and I both want to bring it here. It would do a lot more than withers and TNT. You agreed to it once, telling me you wanted things to go back to simpler times. A dragon could do that.”

There’s no comeback this time. The enderman hybrid has no words to say. He’s horrified, he’s sick to his stomach, and knows this is the worst plan. But...

Dream is pushing him away gently and picking the book back up. He dusts it off and hands it back to Ranboo. “You’re scared,” Dream says bluntly. “I know you’re putting up a resistance, but in your other state, you wanted this. You agreed to it, you willingly helped put all the plans in motion. So reach into that part of you and remember something, for once. If not for me or yourself, then do it for Tommy.”

“Tommy’s going to be heartbroken,” Ranboo whispers.

“Tommy will be fine.” Dream is grinning brightly. He moves closer, hair almost reminiscent of gold in the sunlight. “We’re all going to be fine. He has Wilbur, it’s all he’s ever wanted. What’s holding you back?”

Ranboo thinks of Tubbo and Michael. He doesn’t want to give Dream any leverage, so he slumps his shoulders forward, letting himself give in. Memories aren’t coming back, but whatever makes Dream happy, right?

“Nothing,” Ranboo whispers. “Nothing’s holding me back.”

“So you’ll let yourself remember?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Let’s go back home, alright?” Dream begins walking again. Ranboo watches him for a moment, glancing back down at the portal. With a shiver, he jogs to catch back up with Dream, trying to push the conversation out of his mind.

This time, his mind isn’t letting him forget anything. No memory book is needed, because the image of a lit end portal is forever burned into his mind, and Ranboo knows that if a dragon were to be released, it’d be entirely his fault.

Did we just lose our free will?

Can’t lose what you never had to begin with, can you?

#dream smp #dream smp fanfiction #canon divergence #dark!fic #ranboo #dreamwastaken #c!dream #c!ranboo #manipulation #vomit mention #emetophobia #mind control #sort of #pending apocalypse #puppet!ranboo #puppetmaster!dream #mention of abuse #long post #miishae writes

[tenmillionwhumperflies]

Cloudwalker Series Part 29

Alright, part 29 is done, and you can have some cheeky Rhix whump.

Warnings: Mentions/brief descriptions of murder, brief part on previous eye whump and descriptions of it, mentions of nsfw and a non-con assumption, but it does not happen.

Approx WC: 3500

Taglist: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @thegreathowdini Seeing the castle of Everblood come into view, the enormous towers and mighty walls, the ragged eerie flags that hung lifelessly in the cold air, seeing the old battle scars where the castle had survived attack after attack didn't quite give Avizon the comfort he'd expected it to have despite longing to return- and it wasn't because he was out in the open. He didn't feel like he could be safe anymore. He feared an attack from unseen enemies at any moment. He willed the metal gates to open until he was through and then slam shut behind him. He doubted it would be enough anymore. Maybe Orrien was right; he'd become too dependent on walls and stone despite his claims he was the most powerful in the land.

He set to work on unloading the supplies and tending to Secret, brushing her coat, feeding her and getting her settled for the evening. He smiled at his birds once the work was done and let them do as they wished for a while until dinner. He'd hunted some rabbit along the way so their dinners were sorted. He didn't really feel like eating after killing that man. He'd deserved it for causing such pain, but Avizon still felt like a monster, he still felt out of control. He did wish he could give up his power, but he just didn't have the courage. He knew what he was with that power, but what would he be without it...

He sighed, thinking back to the time where he'd returned to this castle years ago after his wounds eventually healed, after he'd lost Ro and been found after weeks of torture. He'd kidnapped the king with ease, teleporting in, grabbing him from his bed, and teleporting out. It had been that simple. He'd forced him down on the stone altar despite his cowardly begging and pleading.

Oh, the riches and powers he had promised him, wealth beyond measure, the ability to pick any man in the land to replace Ro and Halve would make sure he was able to have him as he wished, fine steeds, castles and servants to command. As if Ro was some cheap toy! As if everything he'd suffered through was so quickly washed away. He'd stared him in the eyes and stabbed him clean through the heart, giving him the sacrifice he'd needed to be able to inherit the dark powers that had soon controlled him.

That had been the easy part, but the sacrifice he had to personally give in exchange had been his eye. That pain had been unlike anything he'd ever felt, the heavy rotting, burning sensation. He didn't like taking off his patch. He hated seeing his eye, how it was black as coal, weepy and so painful whenever light reached it. It did nothing to stop him feeling like a monster. Sometimes it still hurt, the heavy burning withering feeling returned and nothing could ease the pain…

He'd taken over the palace in a rage after that. He'd given the innocents the chance to leave, Orrien helped see to that. Avizon had been left with the scum, and their screams still echoed in his mind. He didn't fully regret what he'd done. Especially to the princess. Eriona had deserved it and so much more. Not just because of what she did to him, but to her two cloudwalkers. Fluffy and Flutter had suffered just as much as he had, perhaps worse at times.

He wanted to find them as soon as he could. Now he was finding himself again, he wanted to give them a chance at happiness. He should have remembered them, he should have cared more. He'd remembered to save Rhix before he drowned in darkness, but he hadn't been able to remember the birds. Back then he was a different man and didn't view them as well as he should have. He'd hated their suffering of course, but he hadn't considered them to be so human… but things were different now.

If they were out there. He would find them and give them the chance to be safe from harm.

Avizon sighed, thoughts wandering to Rhix. Rhix had been a good friend before he'd taken over the castle. Avizon had been the only one Rhix had dared tell about how the King, Kellis, treated him, how he suffered and was constantly being humiliated, treated like some common entertainer. His castle had been almost as bad as Avizon's. Avizon had saved him from that, giving him the chance to grow into a more confident young man. He'd saved him, and it hurt to think all the circle saw him as a truly evil. But Orrien's words gave him hope. Maybe Rhix hadn't completely given up on him…

-----

Avizon struggled within his own skin as he sat on the throne in the gallery. Sometimes twirling a small parchment around in his fingers, other times scrunching it up, waiting impatiently for his 'guests' to arrive. He'd sent a message days ago, a message to the neighboring kingdom where Rhix 'served'. In his hand he held their cowardly answer.

Surrender your sorcerer, Rhixius, to me, alive and well. If you do not bring him, your kingdom will be next to fall. It is my one and only demand.

It was no surprise when a message had been returned quickly. They'd given him up, without even thinking about the possibilities of what Avizon could do with dark magic and a sorcerer with containment talent. Fortunately for them he wasn't interested in that, though the darkness inside certainly was. For now Avizon could only wait for them to bring him. He'd managed to fight the dark part of him that wanted to tell the king he knew his secrets, how they treated Rhix, and send all his rage at him. But he feared that they would harm him for telling someone. Avizon wanted Rhix alive and well and there was no point in risking that.

He felt the presence of men in his domain. He could feel Rhix was with them, but his powers were… weak, incredibly so. As if he'd been sapped of all his energy. He crushed the paper in his hand. If they'd leeched him then so help him…

The men carefully made their way to the throne room. Avizon barely managed to tuck away his shock. He'd expected for Rhix to have resisted, to be bound, but this was different.

Rhixius had been a pitiful sight, his hands were bound in front of him with rough ropes and he was shirtless, covered with shining jewelry and silky baggy pants. His body was littered in bruises and scratches. Avizon wondered how much he'd struggled on the way here. They really thought he wanted Rhix as a partner. No doubt Rhix was terrified. He didn't suppress the growl that rose in his throat, seeing Rhix's pale skin, the old scars and signs of torment, new and old.

He'd been gagged and blindfolded, and was so unaware of what was going on around him. He swayed, but Avizon wasn't sure if that was because of the blindfold or not. Rhix whimpered when they forced him to a halt and shoved him down on his knees. He groaned and struggled not to fall forward. A hand in his hair ensured he couldn't.

"We brought your whore," one man sneered. Avizon brought fire to his hands and glared. "Repeat those words." The man gulped and let go of Rhix, backing away and bowing. "I… I.I thought that you- I didn't- I beg your forgiveness-"

Avizon had already hurdled a ball of fire at him, hitting him hard in the shoulder. The man screamed and rolled around the floor, trying to put out the flames. The flames tore through the clothes quickly and chewed at his skin until he managed to put the last if it out, panting, sobbing. Avizon didn't care.

Rhix tensed up, bracing for pain. Avizon saw how he ducked his head down, trying to seem as small as possible. Avizon didn't want to scare him too. He'd clearly been through enough. The others deserved to suffer. He clenched his fists.

"Do not speak of this man as though he were nothing," Avizon snarled. "One word from him seeking revenge and I will destroy every last brick of your kingdom!” "B.but we have your word you will not attack our kingdom or any other?" The leader spoke up carefully.

"It's true I have what I wanted. But I will not deny Rhixius the chance of revenge if his heart desires. You'd best pray he is far more forgiving than I. If I am left alone and Rhixius chooses peace, then you've nothing to fear. But if I ever hear-" Avizon summoned a wave of dark magic, the deepest he could feel at the time which engulfed the room in darkness.

From the shadows, hands reached out and grabbed all the men, restraining them. He brought fire to his hands and approached the leader slowly, bringing the fire closer and closer to his sweating face. "-that the king is using another man and hurts him as he did Rhix I will not hesitate." Avizon clenched his fists again to put the fire out, ignoring how his hands went numb for now.

"I… I will inform him of your conditions, my Lord." The men bowed, fear radiated off their bodies. Avizon stood and snatched the rope from him that was connected to a collar around Rhix's neck. He let the magic disappear in the blink of an eye and his body felt so heavy from it. His eye throbbed, but he let the pain fuel his anger for now.

"Out."

That had been enough for them to flee, as if they'd never even been there.

Avizon's attention turned to Rhixius. He struggled with his dark side, he could feel it churning inside him. He circled his trembling form. Part of him wanted to savour the sight, but the rest of him was appalled at the thought, yet unable to stop himself. He felt like a puppet. He grabbed Rhix by the chin and made him look up. Rhixius whimpered. Avizon groaned trying to beat his urges back. He let go and Rhix's head dropped forward limply.

He wanted him. He wanted a pet, a servant, something to be dependent on him and to have complete control over. Rhix would be perfect- He was able to break out of it when he saw Rhix sway badly. He slumped forward with a groan and Avizon's body acted without his mind. He caught him and pulled him close to his chest protectively. No. Rhix was a friend. He would not hurt him! He had to protect him, even from himself.

Avizon was stunned at just how cold he was. He reached for his blindfold. Rhix yelped and flinched away. "Shhh, be at ease." Avizon continued, sliding the white material up, revealing what really were beautiful iridescent eyes. Rhix blinked hard to adjust before he stared up in shock. Avizon ignored him and carefully eased the gag out of his mouth. He cupped his cheek to support his jaw.

"There… I always swore to you that I would save you from that place. I have done so."

"A.Avizon… why…" tears shone in his eyes. "Why did you turn to the shadows… y.you were free…" "Because I wasn't strong enough," his voice harsh like sandpaper. "I couldn't protect him."

"Ro? Avizon, that wasn't your fault…" Avizon shook his head. "I don't expect you to understand. I'm not important. Where is your power?.. Did they use a leech?" "N.No… I. I breathed in powder… they found a way of blocking it for hours at a time… I… I don't know how it's made."

Avizon took a deep breath. He felt better, being closer to him, closer to light magic. It was easier to think clearly, but it made his eye hurt more. Avizon hissed and covered it with a hand.

"Let's get you a bath, a meal, and bed," he managed.

Avizon started to free his hands but Rhix whimpered "Is that why I'm here? What the other man said, what they've all been saying…"

"No." His voice was firm. Solid. "I swore I would free you and I found a way of doing so. It's true that I… I want you to stay, as a friend, so I can protect you but… I already know you wouldn't want that. I'm dangerous now, and the best way to keep you safe would be if you weren't here. Once your powers have returned, I can only beg of you to go to the spire. They should be able to do what I cannot."

Rhix's expression was hard to read. Relief, worry, shock. Avizon gave up trying to understand it. He sighed. "Can you walk?" Rhixius nodded hesitantly. "I think so?"

Avizon managed to put his own pain aside and carefully helped him up, teleporting him upstairs. Using his powers, keeping the darkness flowing, made it easier to control the urges. He sat Rhix down on the side of a bed for now. Rhix only frowned and reached up slowly for Avizon's face. "What happened to your eye?"

Avizon turned his face away. "It… was sacrificed, let's say. It's not a pretty sight. Hopefully time will ease the pain." "May I see? Perhaps I can help?" "I doubt it…"

He let Rhix reach up with trembling fingers and ease the eyepatch away. He winced at the sight. It was dark magic for sure. The eye was pitch black, weepy, and looked almost like stone or charred wood. The surrounding skin was practically purple as the darkness had made its way into the surrounding capillaries. It was a terrible mess, and Avizon despised it.

"Avizon…" but words would not come to him. "Please let go of this magic before it's too late. Let go of it a.and I'll stay. I swear it. You'll have enough power to stay safe with me. You don't need it."

Avizon shook his head and moved Rhix's hands away, feeling another wave of darkness. "I can't. I am sorry…" "But it could kill-"

Avizon's mind slipped. He grabbed Rhix by the throat before he could stop himself. Rhix tried to bring magic to his hands on instinct, but nothing happened. Fear glowed in his eyes. 

"The magic stays," Avizon hissed. "Unless you care for a share of it too? We could rule together, be unstoppable, and reshape the world in our image."

Rhix brought his elbow down hard to force Avizon to let go. He coughed hard and shook his head. "I. I don't want that. Take a look at yourself! You can't control it! It's not meant to be controlled. Avizon, please do not go down this path, I'll do anything. Let me help you, let me at least stop it from destroying my friend!" Tears pooled in his eyes.

Avizon groaned and fell back against the wall, clutching his head. He looked up at him and whimpered. "I am so sorry. I.I'll go before I really hurt you… I'm sorry, Rhix. I never wanted this." Avizon rushed away, keeping his hands close to his body. What had he done?!

---

Avizon wished he'd taken Rhix up on that offer. Maybe he'd have been happy with a friend by his side, but there was no point thinking about it. He'd made his decision and had been miserable and alone.

Avizon finished up at the stables and found Dyan's dreamcatcher still hanging up in the cart where he'd first stored it. He'd have to put it up for him before night fell. He sighed, took it down, and went to the birds' room.

He found Dyan laying glumly in bed. He sighed softly. "What's wrong, Dyan?" "Nothing really. Just… I miss Blue. This place is so big that it makes me feel more lonely…" "I understand that feeling all too well. You can stay in the tower today with me if you like?"

Dyan nodded and rubbed his eyes. He watched Avizon put the dreamcatcher up in the window. "There, that ought to help you," Avizon smiled.

"Thank you, master, for doing so much for me a.and buying me nice things. I'm the luckiest cloudwalker in the world to be by your side." That caught Avizon off guard a little. He smiled softly and ruffled his hair. "Thank you, Dyan. Now let's get going. I need to study the venom I collected from Tashka."

Dyan sat sleepily beside Avizon, resting against his knee, drifting off to sleep with his head against him. Avizon smiled and left him to rest, for now focusing on his work. He needed to know what had happened, to know just what Borgurk was planning. Tashka had certainly been right. The magic he could feel in the venom certainly belonged to Borgurk. That scum had lingered in the shadows unsupervised for far too long, ever since Avizon had fought him. In truth, Avizon wished and had even thought him dead. It scared him to know he could come back. He had loved ones he could lose again…

He was still working when Dyan woke up from his rather long nap. He startled awake with a loud cheep before flopping back down against his master's leg. "It's alright, little bird. Bad dream?" "I'm not sure.. I think I was being chased."

"Are you well enough for me to ask for a little of your venom, for comparison?"

Dyan gulped but nodded and got up on his knees. He opened his mouth and waited. Avizon was patient as he massaged behind his ear, sometimes a little rougher than what was relaxing, but it worked. Venom dripped and Avizon collected it. Avizon had what he needed. He patted Dyan's hair and invited him to lie down again.

Dyan peeked over the top of the table to see what his master was doing. He was surprised by all the bottles and tools and devices.

"I don't like this at all…" Avizon mumbled. "Borgurk's up to something terrible… Dyan, I don't want you or Ihuka leaving the magic circle that surrounds this castle, you understand? Something dark and dangerous is afoot."

"Yes, master."

Avizon wished he knew what but until Borgurk played his hand he feared he wouldn't know. Of course he realised Borgurk was interfering with cloudwalker magic, probably to make himself stronger but… Then what? Did he have a target in mind? A goal? That's where he was less sure. He needed to prepare, take measures to protect everyone…

"Master?" Dyan said softly, breaking Avizon out of his thoughts. "Are… are you alright? Can I help?..." Avizon looked down and smiled at him. He stroked his hair lovingly. "You already are helping. Good bird. Are you feeling better?"

Dyan nodded and decided to hug Avizon's leg.

"I wonder where Ihuka wandered off to… its almost dinner time. This can wait a little while, I need time to think. Come, let's go find him." Dyan let go and waited for his master to stand before he rose up off the floor. "Maybe he's at his favourite window?"

"You go search there and then your room. I'll wander until I can sense him."

And so he wandered, Dyan returned without Ihuka and Avizon frowned in mild confusion. He knew Ihuka was still in the grounds. He wasn't worried, just curious.

He didn't expect to find him sitting at the top of one of the towers, looking out at the immense view, hugging his knees with the stuffed toy Avizon had bought him.

Avizon approached noisily so as to not startle him. Ihuka turned quickly, likely not sure if he was in trouble or not. "Good bird," Avizon said softly, hoping to ease that anxiety as soon as he could. Ihuka visibly relaxed and went back to looking at the view.

"It's dinner time… Ihuka? Anyone in there?" Ihuka seemed lost in thought, in emotion. He stared out into the world and… longed? Grieved perhaps?

Ihuka flinched when Avizon carefully touched his shoulder. "You miss your brother?" "Sorry, master," Ihuka said quickly. Avizon hushed him softly. "We'll find him. Let's get you fed now, alright? Dinner time."

Avizon ruffled his hair gently and then made his way down for a meal. Ihuka hugged Dyan when he saw him sitting at the table. Avizon was glad they had each other since they couldn't find much comfort with him. He really did wish he could do more, but as Orrien said, they needed time.

He hoped giving them some time back home away from everything would help all three of them. He knew fate was in motion, conflict was nearing and they needed the time to rest. If it didn't work, he didn't know what else he could do. 

#Cloudwalker series #whump #my writing #whump writing #Avizon #Rhix #Dyan #Ihuka #note to self #whump Rhix more

[diaco1968]

Sidechicks

Oikawa Toru x f!Reader

Warnings! Nsfw/smut, bj, unprotected, a little bit of choking and hair pulling, but mostly manipulation and angst!

Note: Oikawa is a mean manipulative player in this and reader sadly gets attached to him. And I just had to get this idea out of my head >_<

"You what?"

It was probably the first time you saw concern in his face. Even if it was just a tiny fleeting moment. Was it concern or was it something else?

"You heard me."

Your voice was as stern as you had planned but you just couldn't bring yourself to close the door in his face. As much of a jerk as he was, you had missed seeing him. He was indeed a nice catch. If anyone could actually hold on to him.

"I did, I was just giving you a chance to try and not sound so dumb."

"Excuse you?"

He took the moment of hesitation to slip inside through the door way as if he was actually invited and insisted to go in.

"Who goes back to their ex!"

He exclaimed exaggerating as he looked around the room, almost same as he had left it months ago. Much cleaner though. What he really meant was 'who leaves ME to go back to their ex' but of course eventhough his pride was striked he was not dumb enough to not know he was on thin ice here.

"Well someone who might've made a mistak in leaving him in the first place, Oikawa."

Ouch not off to a good start so far.

"Whatever happened to Toru?..."

"Same thing that happened to I promise I'll call you this time sweetheart."

He didn't know exactly what you were referring to, only 'when'. But he was glad you reminded him of what your personal pet name was, cause as usual he had forgotten. But... were you perhaps just trying to get on his nerve by saying you'd go back to your ex? Cause if you did and he actually fell for it... he would be even more pissed.

"I know... I'm so sorry! I was just hit by some heavy work load and tight schedule, deadlines... I wanted to call so many times but something always popped up... if you only knew how much I've been thinking of you."

Whatever your plan was, you were not going to win this. He was the player here. And lying was fair game for his side bitches.

"... right."

You rolled your eyes but the deep sorry tone of his voice got to you, making you subconsciously close the door behind him anyway. You knew he couldn't have meant it. You knew. But you also knew this was just a game. And even though you were hurting, you couldn't help but want to pretend he was being truthful. Thst he actually cared about you like you had come to care about him...Just for a moment or two.

"You don't believe me?"

His sharp eyes had noticed the fresh flowers on the kitchen counter. You were moving on, this was not a drill.

"That I've been thinking about you every moment of every day,"

"I um-..."

He had turned around and was in your personal space with 2 long steps before you knew it, staring into your eyes with deadly eyecontact as he grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his lips as he leaned down, placing a warm open mouthed kiss on your knuckles that had you reddening immediately.

"These beutiful elegant hands,"

When he came back up he had already his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to him.

"Your beautiful (e/c) eyes,"

His thumb ran over your cheek as his long fingers moved to rest on your neck, creeping to the back of your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Your delicate skin,"

His voice dropped ever so slowly that you almost didn't notice as his eyes moved down your face stopping at your lips, his own parting as his tongue sweeped over his bottom lip before he captured it between his teeth, pupils going wide like a cat staring at his favourite toy.

"Those delicious, soft lips..."

He was whispering on your lips now and you were so flustered by the compliments the little touches and the hot breath in your face that you couldn't take it anymore as you closed the distance between you two and crashed your lips onto his.

'Got you now.'

He was not at all suprised by this outcome but he let out a soft hum and slwoly wrapped his arm around your waist, his other hand slipping into your hair and cupping the back of your head to hold you in place as he moulded your lips together hungrily. His tongue swiping at your lips and you denied his entrance with a tiny moan.

Now one thing you probably didn't understand was that he was indeed hungry for this kiss, but not quite the way you wanted him to be. He had definitely thought about you and all he mentionded and desired you accordingly, but right before he had decided to change his way and come pay you a visit cause he was in the area and had nothing else to do. As in, just about 15 minutes ago. He did think about your elegant hands, desperately grabbing onto him. Your beautiful eyes, glazed over and looking up at him dripping with need.

Your delicate skin as it reddened under his hands.

And your soft abused lips, wrapping around his cock.

He had indeed thought about those, and had shivered in delight.

But that was all this was. You were a good fuck. One of his carefully picked out side bitches. But just because you were his side bitch didn't mean you were allowed to move on from him. He owned you. What the fuck were you thinking? Annoying.

His fingers tightened in your hair harshly positioning your head so you were craning your neck up towards him, lips parting and he rudely took his chance to push his tongue into your mouth, and his other hand placed heavily over your hip pulling you against himself.

Your hands shot up against his chest to try and steady yourself, feeling as if you were drowning in his scent and his heat, his touches, every where.

You hummed softly, hands moving down his torso, over his abdomen and to his button, tugging and pulling at it till it was undond and loosely hanging on his hips making him hum back to you in approval.

His hand moved from your neck to grab your jaw and firmly press your lips together one last time before he let go and press down on your shoulders. Complying he made you bend down and kneel in front of him, pressing your face to his still covered crotch giving you time to nuzzle onto his clothed dick as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Fuck sweetheart, the things you do to me with those eyes..."

'Makes me want to fuck you raw right now'

You batted your lashes at him as you pulled down his underwear, his cock springing free. You grabbed onto it, fingers wrapping around the base as you licked it up to the head, leaving a kiss at the tip before sucking him in your mouth slowly, a little at a time.

He was watching you so intensely as his fingers raked through your hair, gently gathering the strands out of your face while you reached the back of your throat and swallowed around the head trying to get used to the length in your mouth.

"And you're always such a good girl for me~ you deserve much better than that lousy bastard."

He hissed looking down at you with half lidded eyes, wrapping all the strands he was previously so gently collecting, tightly around his fist, using it to pull your mouth off of his cock before slamming you back onto it and setting a rough rhythm of you slurping around his shaft trying to suck him off faster as he fucked your throat, watching your eyes tear up as you tried to suppress your gag reflex.You hated it. He knew. But you never protested. He knew that too.

"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm, sucking me off so so good, ngh, god you're so amazing..."

Little praises and groans rolled off his lips as he watched you whimper before pulling you away completely this time, grabbing his dick with his other hand.

"That's enough sweetheart. Now let me take care of you."

"Toru..."

As he lowered you back on the couch, standing between your legs and pulling your clothes off slowly, your hesitation was visible in your eyes.

"Yes, baby? Oh my god I missed hearing you say my name like that..."

"I just... maybe we shouldn't... I mean..."

Your voice was understandably hoarse and your eyes were still watery. He placed his lips over your bare ankle as he gently moved your legs over his shoulders. Your tense posture was making him have no other choice but to throw in his ultimate lowest card.

"Am I going too fast for you, baby? I'm sorry... it's just..."

"What's wrong Toru?"

You watched him curiosity pouring in and mixing with the worry in your eyes.

"I love you so much I find it hard to hold back... but it's okay... I know I can be pushy, I'll stop..."

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened in shock watching his face for confirmation of what he just said. He looked genuine. Ignoring your common sense completely, And as your heart swelled with happiness to your horror he was already pulling away. Your reached out and grabbed his collar pulling him back to you.

"No! Fuck are you... a-are you serious?"

He blinked a few times in confusion before pouting a little.

"What do you mean? Of course I am."

"I l-love you too!"

He smiled and cupped your cheek.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. you don't have to go through with this to show me."

This time he went to remove your legs from his shoulders but you pulled him closer again.

"No, no! I want to... I... uh... I need you Toru~"

His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips a few times opening his mouth to say something but unable to find the words and closed it again.

"Fuck... you have me wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

He smiled as you giggled and nestled between your legs, thumb slowly rubbing your clit through your soaked through panties, making you jerk with a quiet moan. If only you knew what narcissistic pleasure he was hiding behind his seemingly innocent smile. He fed off of the fact that you thought you were in charge while you were just a puppet in his games.

His fingers slipped past the hem and gathered up your running moisture, smearing it back onto your entrance before pushing it back in with his fingers.

You whined and gripped his forearm, melting under his intense gaze as his fingers found their way deep inside you the discomfort slowly replaced by sharp jolts of pleasure as he kept grinding them against your sweet spot, switching between thrusting them or just keeping them inside as far as they'd go and bending them around. As soon as you started clenching around them he pulled them out though, causing a protesting whine.

"No baby girl, not without me."

You felt his tip rub between your folds a few time before he slipped it right in unceremoniously making you gasp and arch your back. He was quick to press you back down into the couch with his body as he layed it over yours, cupping your cheek.

"Sorry, love... my bad. I just can't wait to feel your hot pussy wrap around my dick. So fucking wet for me."

You nodded unable to form proper words with the depth of his thrusts trying to force you to accomodate to his size, as his thumb was running over your lips, pulling it out before letting it pop back in place.

"Oh but you don't need to forgive me. I know you like it like that."

You looked up at him gulping.

"You fucking love it when I go wild with you. You love me when I'm a fucking animal."

His hand wrapped around your neck as his hips snapped up into you, silencing your loud moan.

"You just love being manhandled like this. Such a naughty dirty girl. Hm?"

He started pounding into you, his hand on your throat preventing you from bouncing away from him so you were taking in the full force of his thrusts, only able to mewl and whimper. And sure enough it wasn't long before your eyes were rolling back inside your head from the pleasure.

"You are mine, baby, aren't you?"

He let go of your neck letting you breathe as he slowed to help you come down from your high. Gently laying back over your body running his fingers through your hair.

"Only mine. You know that loser isn't for you... he'll just won't know how to treat you right... he'll screw up again."

It did run through your hazy mind why he was bringing up your ex now but you were too caught up for the moment so you ignored it.

"Do you love me, baby?"

You nodded your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"And you're only mine, aren't you?"

"Yes Toru, only yours."

'That's right little bitch-chan.'

With a fist full of your hair he tilted your head up, exposing your neck to him as his hips started pivoting into you again, deep slow thrusts mixed with his pelvis rubbing against your throbbing clit. He started nibbling and sucking roughly on your neck but with all the other stimulation that was going on you really didn't care as you came a second time, scratching down his back.

He hated it. He hated it when you left marks on him. But it was strangely arousing to him this time.

'One last trophy.'

He had to pull away from you and pull out quickly only to spill his load over your belly only seconds after. He lazily stroked his shaft over your panting sweaty body a few more times before cleaning and tucking himself back in his pants.

"Wow... stay put, love, I got you."

The gentleman he was, he came back with some warm wet tissues, cleaning you up before picking you and taking you to your bed.

"Do you have any idea?"

"What?..."

You looked up at him questioningly as you lay there catching your breath.

'Do you have any idea how easy you are?'

"Do you have any idea how amazing you are? I love you so much."

He smiled kissing you in the top of your head making you smile with a blush but before you could reply his phone buzzed and he glanced at the text before pulling away from you.

"Sorry, I need to take this, sweetheart."

He dialed a number and walked out of the room, leaving you to your own mess of thoughts.

In reality he didn't call anyone, he just left the room to take a breath and think of a plan how to slip out not to be too suspicious. All that was left of his plan was a grand exit. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

He came back in the room a few minuted later already dressed back up neatly, ready to go. Seeing your pout he smiled and cupped your cheek.

"I'll be in touch this time."

"... you said that last time..."

"You know what? I left my number on the table. How about you call me instead then?"

You perked up grinning and stood up to hug him and give him a goodbye kiss. Which he returned before saying goodbye and leaving.

The sound of the door shutting had you remembering the last times and you sat there in silence for a long time before you remembered that you didn't tell him that you loved him back.

Sure enough there was a neatly folded paper on the coffee table next to the couch, you grabbed and unfolded it once finding the number, not wasting a second to dial it.

With the phone between your ear and your shoulder you unfolded the paper one last time.

'We are over, sweetheart. XOXO'

"The number you are trying to reach, does not exist-..."

"Fucking asshole...."

You crumbled the paper in your hand as angry tears started to pool in your eyes, grabbing and staring at your phone screen and the message the operator kept repeating.

Words could not describe how used and how dumb you felt. But your clenching heart and quivering lips could. You wanted to disappear into thin air as the realisation hit you like a train. He was playing you and you sat there doing everything he wanted you to, while he was probably laughing at you the whole time.

You were a good fuck to him. That was all you would ever be. No less but never more either.

The screen had shut off as your phone hung up automatically and in the reflection you could see the dark hickeys running all over the length of your neck.

Of course... it was Toru's parting gift. After all, no one was allowed to move on from him.

The screen turned on as the phone vibrated in your hands with a notification.

'Hey, I hope you liked the flowers. Thanks for giving me a second chance. I swear I'll make it up to you. Are you free tomorrow dinner? I'll come after you :D '

"You fucking asshole!!!"

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