#i pull swords a lot for whatever reason hah.

[forgotten-tragicomedy]

trying to get better with tarot. itll be going so well then boom. nine of swords jumpscare.

#tarot #i pull swords a lot for whatever reason hah. #it was with the ace and also the wheel of fortune. both upright. nine was reversed. which doesnt mean much for nine. #what even *is* the universe trying to tell me with this one. #'youll have luck and fortune. but watch out.' #im sure the meaning is. less silly than that. but i guess the Anxiety Card feels pretty accurate

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 10 fingers in the aaaaa-

I don't let up on the fucking Vidow. The entire fandom has to just cope with the fact I'm a disastrous weirdo stinking up their perfect pure fandom, they cry themselves to sleep at the cryptid that stalks at the edges their fandom.

Weep you disgusting filthy bastards.

I bet you salivate at the idea of Vio's breast milk in your slutty coffee.

Lol I guess he fell asleep reading.

Shadow makes a very sinister face considering the goofy ass thing he decides to do with the sleeping Vio.

Hah. Vio screaming his lungs out got a kick out of me while drawing.

Shadow forgot Hylian's sleep for a reason.

He's just waiting for Vio to call him a moron, which we know again is because of Vaati and Gannon abusing this poor man.

Shadow's utterly shocked Vio doesn't have a single thing to berate him over hah.

Vio's so tired he just wants to sleep.

Shadow's feeling nervous to actually like, get cozy with Vio in this context.

Despite his seeming confidence the dude is insecure.

He is HESITANT to trust Vio to some degree, he's having second thoughts about his actions.

Vio didn't even SAY anything about the kiss lmfao. I'd be worried too.

This page is so sad to me.

Vio's feeling some regret while Shadow gets comfortable next to him.

HAHAHAHA.

Transition from being next to someone to being completely alone agh-

Shadow Link is in MISSERY-

Oof. Shit hurts.

The sword blast compiled with his emotional pain is just too much for this dude to handle rn.

Reflecting on his time with his "friend"

Guess that kiss in the library wasn't the last one...Vio seems reluctant to keep going back for more, pushing shadow off. We can assume why he shouldn't be doing that oops.

Shadow's not satisfied with that though and keeps giving our man kisses. Vio's really shitty attempts to bat him away aren't working.

It's safe to say: Vio lost the plot at some point.

It's obvious they're drunk as fuck, but the exact timing of this scene is up for interpretation as far as I'm concerned.

I do find it funny Shadow whines Vio is "So mean to him" just cause he won't let him shower him with kisses lmfao. Like Shadow he's about to do smth to you that's way meaner let's be real-

Shadow Link brings up the all to important LORE of the golden goddesses.

Okay but everything about this becomes ironic later lmfao I will not say how.

Cause the Triforce is like, non existent in FS I can do whatever the hell I want sooo I'mma cook. I like where I took it a lot.

Shadow's desires to touch the Triforce are uh...VERY EXPLAINED LATER to say the least.

Art wise in this page: Oh it was so fun.

1st panel: Shadow continuing to kiss Vio's cheeks as he talks. It's sweet in it's own weird way that he clearly cares about Vio a lot

2nd panel: Obviously comparing Vio with a goddess and the Triforce shows how much Shadow values this man in his life, cupping his cheeks while doing so.

3rd panel: They both just look cute. XD

4rth panel: Vio's visibly hesitant to return the kiss that time. and in the last panel we don't see his face, but rather get Shadow hugging him deeply.

Vio's still grappling with his actions are gonna catch up to both of them pretty soon.

Vio's utter heartlessness in the words he spoke to Shadow in the Fire temple must have HURT.

Shadow knows that he bold faced lied to everyone in that room.

Also to note: They CLEARLY spent some TIME together, as there's the scene of Vio and Shadow laughing together on some grass somewhere...

Shadow KNOWS Vio at least a little and he can't comprehend why he acted the way he did.

The last panel was so much fun I love how it turned out.

Okay but like: THIS LTIERALLY ALWAYS BOTHERED ME.

The idea Shadow betrayed Vaati being a fault of SHADOW'S character is such bullshit which just adds to the "Vio pulled this out of his ass" nature of his speech.

In every way: SHADOW BETRAYING VAATI IS A GOOD THING.

In WHAT WORLD is him turning his back on the EVIL GUY a bad thing???

His motives were 100% selfish but HOLY BALLS HE WAS WILLING TO GO NUCULAR ON GANON AND VATTI AND SAVE ZELDA FOR SOME VIUSSY. THAT'S DEDICATION.

Also, literally everyone's motivations for everything they do is selfish in nature, so the idea Shadow's the dick here is just, hysterical.

Vio was 100% projecting his own insecurities onto Shadow not trusting and being apart of his own team cause Vio's awful, cause let's be real: their situations are just NOT COMPARABLE.

Shadow's misstep no matter how you look at it, was trusting VIO. NOT betraying Vaati. HIS LITERAL POSITIVE CHARACTER ARC WAS STILL BETRAYING VAATI BY SHATTERING THE DARK MIRROR.

...SO WTF IS VIO'S SPEECH ABOUT EXACTLY??? IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE PROBEBLY BECAUSE HE'S LYING HIS ASS OFF AND PROJECTING LMFAO.

Because his point wasn't "Find a team you CAN and DO trust and work with them." it was "You betrayed Vaati and you suck for that."

IT WAS PURE PROJECTION.

Idk if this is a translation oopsie or what. It was never brought UP so idk if it was even intentional or a genuine attempt at a moral going to shit and getting botched. X'DDDD (If it was intentional, that's funny but it was never expanded upon in any meaningful way so...IDK)

It gives weird as fuck mixed messages about what Shadow was MEANT to do here and what he ACTUALLY did wrong from Vio's chastising. Cause the reason Vio gives for his downfall is REALLY BULLSHIT. (In FSR, Intentionally so.)

Because

"Your downfall was that you were selfish and still wanted to rule the world and were willing to use used people like me and Zelda to do it, you just repeated the mistakes of Vaati" or smth would even be more accurate.

STILL HYPOCRITCAL ON VIO'S END CAUSE HE USED SHADOW BUT WOULD MAKE MORE FUCKING SENSE.

Giving massive rebound AU vibes here lmfao.

Audience is intentionally left in the dark about wtf Vio and Green were talking about...For no reason I'm sure. Authors don't think that hard about stuff-

Also left out on why they're sharing a bed. Bet that will NEVER get touched on. In ANY meaningful way.

The point of this scene is pretty obvious: Vio IS getting along with his team now. Which mega hurts Shadow to see ouch.

It's the equivalent of that Squidward meme of him in his house while Spongebob and Patrick run outside-

Green essentially has taken his place. Pain. We all know nothing but PAIN.

Shadow can't bare to watch Vio thrive without him cause he's selfish as fuck. X'D Just hurts too much. He wanted Vio to fill the gaps in his life and it just DIDN'T happen.

Haha you read the manga you recognize this. I don't gotta elaborate much.

I always just, am in love with Shadow turning into VIO of all people during this part in the story because, holy BALLS I can't even really describe the kind of itch that scratches in my brain but I will try.

So in FS, we KNOW Shadow can shapeshift into ANY of the Links, but he chose Vio. Dude has been Green/Link before so...WHY NOT GREEN? Uh simple: Bro adores Vio and looks up to him, that's the reasoning I came to anyway, as explained in these pages.

This is why in FSR in the library Shadow Link specifically describes Vio as "his hero". Vio's the one out of the four he looks up to most, because after reflecting Vio is the one that did the most "Heroic" things in his eyes.

He realized the betrayal wasn't out of malice or to hurt him, but to save Zelda.

The reasons Vio gives in the library for why he's utterly awful as a person are the same things that made Shadow respect his ass for what he put himself through lmfao.

This is also why in FSR dude isn't MAD at Vio for it anymore. He just wants to repair what they DID have there between them because bro adores Vio.

So if yall didn't know Shadow uses the mirror to see Vio.

Like, you can see him in the shattered mirror lmfao.

At least I THINK it's meant to be Vio. When I first read the manga I thought it was Shadow Link. XDDDD But now I'm fairly certain it is Vio. If we ever get a full color manga I'd love to know who it's actually meant to be.

Shadow's sad he won't know if Zelda's okay. Which is sad. And wishes he could see Vio, which is why the mirror SHOWS Vio. Lol.

Sad pathetic Vaati being hilarious aside, Vio being so distraught he drops his sword is kinda funny. And here's the retcon of "Vaati didn't die actually.

I already went on the rant in the actual thing that YES Shadow's death still meant smth despite Vaati living, because they wouldn't be able to beat Gannon without the gems Vaati gave up from this, so I won't repeat myself here.

Blue's "HOLD UR HORSES BITCH" is so funny to me because like, he HAS no emotional attachment to Shadow and the last they saw of HIM was him ya know, trying to kills their friend lmfao.

Vio pulling a very dying Shadow into his arms, because we deserved that. Green picks up Vio's sword cause he's cool like that.

Vio is OBVIOUSLY trying very hard to keep it together here, kept the dialogue MOSTLY the same from the OG because the dialogue wasn't the issue to me it was the freaking SHOT LAYOUTS AND THE ART. The art was well drawn but the actual like, things happening were kinda silly imo.

I particularly like the return of the "Shadow pets Vio's face/hair" motif.

It pops up in page 40

and page 77

And in terms of flashbacks in 169 Yes haha funny number He strokes Vio's cheek before going in for the kiss.

And many others but I'll avoid too many cause of image limits.

Shadow usually does this when Vio's upset which is funny. We know Shadow does stuff to others he wishes people did for him so maybe Shadow just wants his cheek stroked and to be told nice things lmfao.

Another thing: I mentioned it before but I don't really like when people make Vio cry too easily. Just not for me.

But Shadow dying makes sense for him to cry. Especially in FSR where we saw WAAAAY MORE of their relationship and how involved Vio really was with Shadow.

Vio, reluctantly did really like Shadow Link and is heart broken he is dead.

*I SUPER wanna show/talk about the "After they think they killed him in the fire temple" but there's a reason I did not show wtf Green and Vio were talking about when Shadow saw them in the dark mirror hehehehe. Vio's perspective on RIGHT after they blasted him with the sword is smth you can just speculate on for now.

He is obviously DISTRAUGHT Shadow is dying now.

So, its' implied Shadow saw some of the things Link was up to before he made himself known. So in my silly FSR comic he could see through Link's Shadow at what he was doing.

Art details:

Red crying at somebody dying just made sense to me it was actually WEIRD to me he didn't cry Shadow died. Not because he's emotionally attached, but dude's just an emotional person he cried at less hah.

Green STEPS UP and says his lines from the manga

I said in the OG post of the comic my thoughts on these particular panels but like

Green having just a TIIIIINY bit more agency in him holding Shadow's hand, a VERY simple gesture makes all the difference to me in this scene.

Shadow reasonably asks what we were ALL thinking: WHAT ABOUT ZELDA?!

Which OUCH, he didn't feel like he did enough-

To which Green comforts him they WILL save her.

I may ship Vidow to hell and back but Shadow's caring for Zelda and her affect on him is not ignored in this comic lmfao.

It's actually knowing Zelda's in safe hands that makes him comfortable enough to truly pass.

He knows Vio will be okay as he has his team but Zelda is someone he couldn't be sure about.

So panel 1

I just wanted to add the true level of "Yeah he dead".

Despite his hand passing through Shadow Link, Vio still tries to reach out to him. Which hehe reflects a scene from the very start of this comic huh?

He has unfinished business around Shadow.

He never got to truly say he was sorry.

If you've noticed, Vio STILL hasn't apologized yet.

Okay thumbnailing this scene genuinely gave me the big sad lmfao.

He missed him by a hair, Shadow's gone and Vio couldn't say all the things that were on his mind.

And since you totally asked:

Page 12 is put into a new perspective huh?

He reached him this time...

Green continues to be the goodest of good boys comforting his team mate.

There's an underlying sense of Green knowing more about Vio and Shadow's relationship than the other two...Which makes sense considering Green's the one Vio went to for comfort over the situation.

So some of the dialogue around Shadow's "good boy" status was changed because I just, straight disagree with some of the wording in the manga...

He did AWFUL things but he wasn't exactly a 100% bad person. Ironically, given a chance he could have been a great person. (The opposite of what he tried to do to Vio.)

His nature of being Link's Shadow, the HERO's shadow being on full display with his final moments (Or, what COULD have been his final moments...)

Blue's shocked Shadow would do anything to help them, reasonably so. His experiences with Shadow have been:

He tried to seduce their team mate to the dark side, almost KILLED said team mate, put them through hell and back and generally was awful to them.

Red sympathizes with BLUE (At least somewhat) so I imagine he's a lot more forgiving from this angle to Shadow. XD

Green's feelings about Shadow are a bit more OPEN to interpretation here but he did make an effort for the man to die without regrets. Later in FSR he seems to have a positive outlook on Shadow so whatever Vio told him might have made him more comfortable with him in these moments and the future.

I'mma cut it off here, which sucks because this transition is PERFECT into the next scene but I don't wanna hit image limits halfway through a rant.

Green continues to be a chad. What's new.

Him being in front of his team protectively is just...Yum. I love protective Green. XD

GANNON APEARS. Big piggy boy. I had no idea I could draw pig before drawing this and I'm happy with how he turned out.

His rant in the OG manga of speaking how Vaati and Shadow Link failed him leads directly into the next scene which was, delicious. But we'll pick this up later.

I'm sure you've noticed: As a time saving technique I only use shading when it SUPER matters in FSR. It helps save time and makes them have huge impacts. XD

The intense dark shading on Ganon makes him look threatening as HELL compared to what he'd look like without it.

For reference: This is what he'd look like without it.

He looks silly. XD

His color palette was based on the game btw. Because, what else did I have to go on? The intense shading also hides that he looks kinda out of place color wise haha.

#four swords returns rambles #fsr rambles

[ura-writes]

Trampolinist - Part Two

Part summary: You encounter a few strange teenagers, discover blown-up ruins, and find out about who caused them.

Warnings: mild anxiety, thoughts of murder, blood, threats, lots of swears

A/N - I got a good few requests asking for a taglist for Trampolinist, so here it is! Just ask and you shall be added!

@lemonmochitea

@dad-ee-drea

@victoria-a567

Also, this is non-canon compliant, but only by a bit. I may change a few small details.

Hope y’all enjoy!

(Also, if you can find the movie reference I put in here, then kudos to you!)

——

A lingering curiosity sits in the back of your head for the rest of the week, not quelled by any amount of Bedwars or Skywars, which leave you exhausted in the evenings.

Even your dreams hold inquisitiveness.

How lovely.

Eventually you have to go back to your home world to check on your animals, repair your tools and the like. It’s tedious work, but nothing you can’t handle.

Boredom eventually sets in.

It’s unnerving. You never get bored of combat, of competition between your fellow players and teammates, but here you are, eyeing the list of servers on your grid.

Only two people are on the server at the moment, their names not available for whatever reason. You’d prefer to pop on when there were no people online, mostly to scope out the server, but you’ll take only having to deal with two people.

Hopefully they’re adults and not kids that recently learned to use portals.

You stick your pointer finger out, curl it like you’re dragging it down a wall; a ripple starts where your finger lands, slowly following its path downwards. It rips a hole through the fabric of woven servers, creating a direct link to the Dream SMP. You just hope that no one attempts to close the portal, as opening one in the first place takes a good deal of energy and effort.

A sight of spruce trees and misplaced dirt greets your vision through the rip in reality.

An odd spawnpoint, but whatever. You’re not one to judge.

In the corner of your eye, where chat normally sits, a message pops up.

TommyInnit: who the fcuck

TommyInnit: what

TommyInnit: NEWY PERFHSAON

Ranboo: ah yes, perfhsaon

TommyInnit: shut the fuck n up

You chuckle at the messages rapidly crowding the chat, watching them fade idly while trying to find a way out of the really weird spawnpoint, which is, for some reason, walled off by a combination of dirt, wood and stone haphazardly placed down, as if in a hurry.

Your efforts do not go unrewarded as you spot a section of the wall that sits lower than the rest, low enough to climb over if you try hard enough.

Perfect.

Feet hit the ground rapidly as you get a running start towards the wall, scrambling upward after you jump. You fall almost immediately off the other side.

“Ouch.”

“That looked like that hurt.”

You glance upward to meet heterochromic eyes, red and green contrasting with the curious face split in half by its black and white sides. A tail flicks behind the person as their crown slips a bit down their head.

“Wh—the fuck?”

The figure laughs at your reaction, offering a gloved hand out to help you off the ground. Hesitantly, you accept, being pulled up easily, and that’s when you realize that he’s a lot taller than you thought.

“Jesus, you’re tall,” you comment idly, brushing yourself off. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. I’m Ranboo.”

You introduce yourself with your tag, which elicits a hum of recognition from him, much to your pleasant shock and surprise.

“You’re the person that Dream invited, aren’t you?”

“In the flesh.”

He laughs at your quip at him, smiling with sharp fangs exposed to the midday sunlight. No point in judging a person on their (potentially, anyway) monstrous features.

“Well, you probably need a tour—“

He’s quickly interrupted by a loud “hey!”

“Oh great,” you mutter, crossing your arms. Ranboo looks a bit sheepish at your cocked eyebrow and slightly irritated expression, scratching his bi-colored hair.

“That’s Tommy. He’s uh… well, Tommy.”

A teenager wearing a red and white shirt and jeans with battered sneakers comes sprinting out of the nearby forest, coming to a halt just in front of you.

“New person!”

“Yeah, and what are you, the gremlin that got fed after midnight?”

The kid sputters out a few protests against being called a gremlin, sprinkling a good few swears in his jumbled sentences that mostly consist of rambles.

When Tommy gets his bearings, he eyes your tag, squinting at it suspiciously before his eyes widen in recognition.

“You’re the bastard that beat the shit out of me in Bedwars! Get ove’ here—“

One of Ranboo’s arms shoots out to grab the lanky teenager with ease to stop his potential assault on you. You just brush your nails off on your shirt.

“Oi! Lemme a’em!”

“No, Tommy, remember what Tubbo said?” Ranboo lectures, tail flicking in annoyance, eyes trained on him. “Remember?”

“You’re one to talk about rememberin’.”

Ranboo cocks an eyebrow.

“No punchin’ people we don’t know unless they’ve hurt us…” Tommy grumbles. “Can ya lemme go now?”

Ranboo agrees, letting go of his shirt and summoning a journal and quill to write something down in, muttering that he’s almost out of ink.

“Anyway, how about that tour now?”

You smile at him.

Maybe you’ll like this place.

——

“...and this is L’Manburg… or what’s left of it, anyway. It’s still being rebuilt.”

“How’d it get destroyed?” you ask him. “It takes a lot of TNT, Withers and dedication to destroy a city this big.”

I should know.

Tommy eyes Ranboo.

“Hey, it’s your city. I’m not explaining it,” Ranboo defends against the wordless accusation. Tommy exhales with a groan and begins his explanation.

“Wil-Wilbur, my brother, went a bit insane a few months back, blew it all up with Technoblade’s help. Wil’s… well, he’s dead.” Tommy sounds indifferent about the death, much to your surprise.

You nod absentmindedly, setting your eyes on a slightly obscured poster that flaps in the wind. When you get close enough to pin it down it reads:

Wanted: Dead or Alive. High Treason, Inciting Violence, Unlawful Use of Explosives, Extreme Terrorism.

Reward: See Authorities

Below that is a well-painted picture of a man you somewhat recognize, wearing a red cape, a crown, full enchanted Netherite armor and carrying an axe that seems to shimmer in the light.

Technoblade. You’ve had a few run-ins with him playing Bedwars and Skywars, even teaming up with him a few times. He always seemed nice enough, and certainly a damn good sword fighter. He always knew when to run and when to stand and fight, when to attack and when to defend.

“What did he do?”

Ranboo starts to speak, but Tommy interrupts him.

“Blew the rest o’ this place up. Bastard ran after that.” Tommy all but spits the words out of his mouth, like they’re acid or venom. “Fookin’ coward.”

Well, I wouldn’t call ‘knowing when to run’ cowardice, but we’ll pretend I agree, child.

“No one knows where he is now,” Ranboo adds. “Except Phil, of course. But he’s pretty much silent about it. Won’t give up a word of information.”

Shouldn’t be that hard to find one man, you muse to yourself. Bet I could.

“Well, I’ll let you know if I find anything out,” you lie with a smile plastered on your lips. “Y’know, as a sort of gift to you as the newest member of the server.”

Hah, as if.

“We’ll hold you to that.”

You nod and say your goodbyes, walking towards the central nether portal while keeping an eye out for an ender chest so you can get some of your stuff. You know the admin will take your elytra away if it so much as comes into contact with the server’s air, so you decide not to risk it.

Spotting one, you make a small noise of triumph and dart over there, grabbing the shulker with your stuff in it, transferring it to your inventory with a practiced ease.

Armor adorns your figure, enchanted Netherite striking an imposing silhouette against the blackstone beneath your feet. You twirl your sword with a grin.

Now to find Technoblade.

——

Turns out, finding a piglin hybrid is not easy.

You scoured the Nether for any sign of him, any trace of fabric, of a broken pickaxe, hell even a piece of iron he may have held. The ability you hold as a Jumper not only allows you to jump servers, but also allows you to find people if you have something of theirs.

Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Nil. Absolutely jack shit.

How can one man be so difficult to track down?

Just as you’re about to give up, a barrage of curses at the tip of your tongue, a glint of iron catches your eye.

Odd.

Hopping over a cluster of Netherrack and scaring off a few baby Striders, you see a small circle of iron sitting in a pile of red dust, looking dented and beat up.

You huff and brush the dust off of it, titling your head to the side when it reveals itself.

A compass, pointing in one direction, working even in the Nether.

Standing up, you pocket it and head to the nearest portal, jumping through to the other side only to grab the compass out of your pocket as you walk to who-knows-where. It still points in the same direction as before, only moving when you do.

An irregularity in the metal against your hand inspires you to flip the compass over to look at the back.

What lies there makes you smirk.

Technoblade’s cabin. Phil’s compass.

This might be easier than you initially thought.

:)

#ura! #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #x reader #reader insert #Trampolinist: Series

[skelanonymous]

Song Prompt 4 -  You Don’t Know Me

I’m trying my hand at some bad guy poly, and if I get to my Little Night AU, this may become a prequel of sorts.

Song: You Don’t Know Me by Elizabeth Gillies

Skeleton: Nightmare

Words: 3.2k

“Boss, you can’t be serious right now.” Killer’s mouth hung open. Dust sighed off to his left, rubbing his face hard enough to shake dust from his hood. Horror wouldn’t meet his eyes, Cross also nervously avoiding them, leaving Error the only one still looking, albeit with some exasperation.

“I’m very serious.” Night responded to Killer without bending. “This is not something I’d like to be a part of.”

“If that’s the reason, cuz you don’t wanna, then that’s fine. But that sounds like a crock and I ain’t one for bullshit.” Killer grabbed the end of the table with whitened knuckles. Nightmare could taste the frustration off all of them, but his icy resolution could outlast their mounting agitation. “So just be honest. We can handle whatever you got to say.”

Nightmare looked at his phalanges, faking disdain with ease, unaffected stone face a talent he’d picked up before leaving the tree’s shade.

“I have no reason to lie. I am not willing to join your polyamorous posse.” They’d all been having “sleepovers” for months now, and he’d caught on long before he walked into a dream he wished he could erase. It would’ve been fine had it been Horror or Killer, but Dust was always vigilant and had remembered Nightmare’s brief intrusion the next morning. “I admit, it’s impressive you’ve managed to keep this working between so many of you, and I don’t care what you spend your free time doing, but my time will be spent on other ventures.”

“But in the dream-”

“I’m not a nun, but walking into a dream orgy when you expect something a little more tame and having a reaction isn’t that ridiculous.” Dust’s gaze bore into his skull. He couldn’t crack, not if he was trying to pass off this lie. Keeping calm was critical.

“So that’s it then. No?” Killer just shook his head. Good, please, give up. Nightmare’s feigned nonchalance had held through much worse, but the backlash afterwards would be worse if he broke beneath it.

“It’s a no.” Night stood from the little table he’d been called to like an intervention. “Now I’m returning to my study. Come find me if anything happens to the castle.”

He did NOT run, but he portaled the instant he turned a corner. It dropped him into a forest patch on the edges of this world just before he lost his composure.

“Son of a fucking BITCH!” His tentacles lashed out, splitting apart all the trees in the area with a giant swing. The corruption roared out of his mouth, furious and wild, screaming his voice hoarse. He didn’t give a damn about any of it, just seeing red from the blackened aura that got denser and denser around his body as he raged in nature, a force all on his own.

Of course he wanted to say yes! Envy scorched through his hands, clawing ahead for what it could not reach. Rage he reserved for himself, though saved some for his damned fate, at being too fucked to just be with a person. Even now, not within their embrace, the greed seduced his pitch black soul to have so many loves with which to indulge, having them all pay attention to him, their king, their saviour, they OWED this to him!

“God damn it, NO! Fuck you!” He continued ruining the countryside, rampant as the growth surrounding him.

He couldn’t love them. Not like they wanted, not the way they did each other, forever an outsider to the perfect temptation. He’d tip the balance and break the scales. He would destroy this for them. Slowly, he felt the brain fog raise, the tinges of red outlining everything finally fading away with his energy.

When the colors of the ruined forest fully returned, he directly portaled to his study. Dust was waiting patiently on the desk’s edge.

“The castle couldn’t have had a disaster that quickly.” Nightmare sat at his desk without acknowledging he’d been caught moping outside. Damn his perceptiveness when not distracted.

“I mean, it did.” Dust stated in a matter of fact tone. “They’re unhappy with the answer.”

“And what? You’re here to force me to change it?” Lashing out was what he excelled at. He wasn’t meant for soft cuddle puddles and doting, his body literal poison to those around him, his aura a drain. Dust didn’t bite.

“No. It wouldn’t be honest if it was forced.” He spoke airily, as if admitting the blatant truth could be anything but bitter disaster.

“Then why have you come to my study?” Nightmare hoped he’d rise to the bait that time, more direct in his aggression, and Dust would meet and rise to it most days, but besides twitching a few times, he holds his sanity at the low blow.

“To remind you. I know what I saw, and you know what I saw.” Dust didn’t leave room for argument and Nightmare didn’t lie about it out of respect. “Just know that the door is open should you change your mind.”

“Thank you, but my answer remains the same.” Damn him. Each denial took away more of his resistance. Perhaps he knew that, persistence hunting him with a strong will borne of the endless loops that forged most of his loyal following, waiting until one day he asked over something inconsequential like breakfast for the yes to slip out without Nightmare even on guard enough to catch it.

“Whatever you say Boss.” Dust nodded, but those eyes haunted him. He hadn’t heard the last of this, but the tide would ebb for now.

Nightmare fell back into the plush chair tiredly, already awaiting the next wave.

He knew what he wanted, but he could not obtain it. If he acted on his wishes, he’d destroy what he sought. And if he denied it, he’d be acting against his natural state while forcing himself to be miserable. There wasn’t a way to win that he could conceive of so he settled with ignoring the feeling entirely.

Despite his refusal, they didn’t change their interactions with him in the slightest after that first day.

Meal times remained largely unchanged except for the stolen glances at him if he betrayed any affection or laughed (which wasn’t often, but they were his crew and knew his weaknesses). Missions and responses to commands had also remained the same, though that was expected. They still offered him the opportunity to join in on movie nights. He had refused all of those since the rejection.

Maybe it was the way Horror had frowned when he’d said no for the fifth time in a row that changed his mind. Ignoring feelings didn’t make them disappear and he’d always been a little softer for Horror’s requests. He only asked for what he considered essential.

“Let me finish this. I’ll be down in five minutes.” Tidying up his papers took seconds, but he needed the minutes for composure.

When he made it down, Horror had curled up into Error’s lap with a gigantic grin, Error softly praising him with small head pets. The others waved at him.

“Hey Boss! Sorry, we let Cross pick this time.” The ‘we didn’t think you’d say yes’ was implied. Nightmare nodded at Killer while moving to sit on the couch against the wall.

“I can live with choosing next time.” The little bursts of joy hit him like a face full of air freshener, his sludge rippling but otherwise unaffected. They’d popped in the DVD and set up before flicking off the lights.

Nightmare watched intently for the first fifteen minutes, he’d never seen it before, then looked around.

The group had paired off into cuddly duos, Killer and Cross, Horror and Error, leaving a lonely Dust seated by Nightmare. From here, he could feel Dust’s cold longing, wanting to join in like the others but knowing his only possible partner would refuse him. The movie was loud, the others absorbed in it or each other and not even able to see them from where they sat. Nightmare laid a tentative tentacle over Dust’s shoulder. He refused to speak a word, merely moving his arm for Dust to accept or not.

His dual colored eyes dilated before quietly shuffling over. Leaning in, he pressed himself along Night’s side with a little wiggle to get cozy.

From this angle, Dust’s ears within an inch of his mouth, he spoke softly.

“Is this okay?” He didn’t know what he felt like to others. Dust hummed so low that Night could only feel it.

“Yeah.” His right eye twitched, Papyrus must’ve said something. “What are those weird swords called?” Night’s eyes flicked up to the screen.

“A flamberge sword. It’s mostly used to counter others by-” Nightmare went into its varied history, a few famous wielders, its construction. They kept their eyes on the film, and Nightmare whispered it to Dust, like a secret history lesson while some cheesy dramatic scene full of loud music drowned out the rest. By the time he’d stopped, Dust comfortably leaned fully against him. His head had come into contact with the corner of Night’s mouth without ceremony, suddenly making Night aware of his proximity.

“You’ve read a lot.” Dust turned his head, now his teeth only a breath away. Nightmare couldn’t take his eyes off of them.

“Books were all I possessed before…” His eye roamed over the group before returning to the gentle intensity building in the centimeter between their teeth. “Dust…”

“You can have this Boss.” Dust’s soul pulsed with determination, Night washed over in its warm waters. “I know how much you wanted it.” His red and blue eyes dropped to Night’s teeth, hovering with hot breath, half-lidded in need. “Just take it Nightmare.”

The touch of their mouths made Night’s own soul explode in the rush of desire that blazed into an inferno at the smallest sprig of kindling.  His tongue begged for entrance before he could think the action through, Dust letting it in without hesitation, shaky hands dug into Night’s sweater. The loud movie covered the quiet wet sounds, Night’s tentacles shifting silently to cradle Dust as he devoured all he was offered.

His soul lurched when he pulled back; he wanted to consume Dust but the rational part of his brain managed to catch him before he dove back.

“Hah. Nightmare, come back.” Dust’s hands had fisted in Night’s sweater tight enough to tear. Nightmare ignored it to squeeze his eye shut, trying to breathe through the mounting urge to take Dust apart, piece by piece, in view of the others, damn their relationship, he’d take ANY of them whenever HE wanted.

“Stop.” He said it at normal volume, shouting compared to the hushed exchange before. It drew the attention of the others. “I can’t.”

“Why?” Nightmare hadn’t opened his eye to see, but he could hear how hurt Dust sounded, hands trembling where they still balled in each other’s clothes. His normally distracted voice spoke firmly. “Tell me why.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You just won’t. Tell me why.” Dust shook his head to dislodge Papyrus, ringing in crystal clear. It struck his soul, shattering the thin barrier holding back his honesty, unable to hold onto thoughts while containing the rot of his corruption from spilling over and swallowing them whole.

“I will devour you. All of you.” His tentacles sought them out, tentative. His vocal cords ached with an involuntary voice drop. “I will fucking ruin this. Your love cannot overcome my nature.” Each appendage curled around their throats, besides Dust, laying in his arms. The eye of the storm, Dust laid there calmly, like Nightmare’s tentacles weren’t threatening to strangle all of his loves in one fell swoop. Nightmare’s sludge dripped off of him, onto the couch, sizzling where it’d dropped onto Dust’s shins. He didn’t flinch.

“You wouldn’t know, you won’t let us try.”

He could feel the others struggling against him, hands sliding on the slick material while his tentacles grew tighter.

“I’LL KILL YOU!” Night growled, his own fingers clamping down on Dust’s neck, pressing down on the bone hard enough to creak underneath them. “I’ll take what I want and dust the rest!”

“Then do it.” Dust met his eyes unafraid. He relaxed into the hold, even as Night’s hands got ever tighter.

The corruption buffeted the inside of his skull, whirlwind of thoughts and crazed emotion, fed by the slow building terror of the others, their struggles more and more frantic the longer his tentacles gripped them. The only exception was Dust. His eyes had slid shut, limp and relaxed in his hands. Nightmare didn’t realize how out of control it’d gotten until he heard the crack.

Nightmare released Dust instantly, hands struggling with the healing magic Nightmare was trying to force through the agitated sludge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Night didn’t stop trembling until he felt Dust touch his wrists. The splashes of cyan across Dust’s calm smile startled him out of everything, tentacles dropping the others to curl in on himself. With a deep breath, the magic flowed more evenly, in control of this at the very least. The crack slowly wove together until only a scar remained. Nightmare avoided the gazes of the others he could feel staring him down, caught unaware by Dust pulling on his wrists, falling directly onto Dust’s chest, face onto his shoulder, forced to stare at his own mistake.

“Just relax…” Dust’s head rested atop his own. He felt the skilled hands slide into the crevices between his tentacles, pressing and rubbing away the tight balls of tension until he finally let them all go.

“How did he do that?” Cross whispered from the side.

“Hell if I know.” Killer sounded close as well, shuffling from just beyond his vision.

“Patience.” Dust’s fingers pressed down to unwind the stress of his back, though not the sins crawling there. Nightmare shifted to lay in a way that he could see off the couch. The others watched them from the floor with wide eyes. He sighed, tracing Dust’s sternum during inhales.

“I could have killed you.”

“You wouldn’t have.” Dust’s faith never wavered, the others radiated guilt. Nightmare averted his gaze.

“I’m still sorry.”

“Then make it up to me.” Nightmare sat up, resting his hands on Dust’s chest for leverage, ending up sitting on his lap before taking the hands that had fallen off his back. He pulled Dust up to match him.

“How?” Night blushed under Dust’s intense observing, relaxing at the gentle clank he got in exchange. It sent a tremor through his spine.

“Answer us honestly.” Dust’s skull twitched against him, tranquil determination a temporary state at best. He kissed Night softly over and over again, plying at his defenses with the promise of what this could be, curiosity over how they worked together. Dust wasn’t alone in this after all. “Do you want us?” The shuffling of knees hit his ears; the others had moved closer to hear him, their hearts glowing with so much hope and positivity it almost hurt to bear. Night’s voice broke under its weight.

“...yes…” The next kiss was triumphant, his face cradled close while he submitted to Dust’s tongue. Dust broke them apart, Night too dazed to see, his hands reaching out to pull his partner back.

The taste changed, the tonguework different, enthusiastic all the same. The hand on his cheek this time larger, he felt a thumb stroke across the line beneath his ruined eye. The name was out before he saw them.

“Cross.” Behind, someone had made a home amongst his tentacles, a back against his. “That’s unusually bold of you.” His eye trailed over the purple flush with an amused grin. He didn’t let the building anxiety pool in the poor guardsman, grabbing the collar of his jacket to kiss him again while his tentacles wound around his other ‘attacker.’ Killer’s groans drifted to his ears.

“Fuck Nightmare, didn’t think you’d get so handsy so fast.” The back of his skull tapped Night’s. Tentacles had wound up Killer’s legs to hold them still, a third binding around his chest to keep him pinned. The fourth explored his upper femurs, pressing over his shorts to his pelvis, Killer’s gasps music to his ears. He pulled back from Cross with a smirk.

“You seemed like you’d be into it.” Killer nodded against his back, but Cross also nodded in front of him, eyelights blown wide with Night’s taste in his mouth and his hands on his chin, wiping away the line of purple saliva from that last messy kiss.

Horror leaned against his leg from the floor. Night dropped a hand to rub against his skull, avoiding the large crack without seeing, knowing the location by memory alone.

“Thanks.” Horror purred from the ground, head falling more heavily in his lap.

Sitting on Dust, Killer against his back, Horror in his lap, and Cross leaning over to kiss him and Dust equally brought his soul peace. Error hadn’t joined, but Nightmare would’ve been more surprised if he had.

“I-I’m sure y-you know my stance on t-t-touching by now.” Error had his arms crossed, body still pixelated near his neck from the impromptu strangling earlier.

“Except Horror. He deals with Horror’s touches the best out of all of us.” Cross removed himself from the pile to offer his hand. Error glared at the TV, but took it anyway. “Most of us have gotten to hand holding though!” Cross’s enthusiasm turned Error blue.

“S-shut up…” He offered his other hand for Cross to take as well, even Error unable to contain his smile at Cross’s joy and attention.

It was laughably easy, Nightmare slotted into the dynamic with ease, an extension of their regular back and forths but sweeter, tinged with something warm. The loud voice in his mind still craved more but he could fight it off for now. Nightmare took a deep breath.

“I’m...still concerned, about everything, but I…” They waited for him to collect his thoughts. “If you’ll have me anyway, then I’ll give it all I have.”

“That’s all we can ask.” Dust smiled while Horror hummed his agreement.

“Hell, that’s what we’re doing too. You, aaaah, ain’t special.” Killer’s body writhed against him. His tentacles hadn’t been distracted by the moment, steadily edging Killer into whining pants, shorts wet against his appendage and thrusting back against it. Night raised him up to hold him solidly between himself and Dust.

“You know, this does offer many new opportunities to shut you up.” His black bones traced the rim of Killer’s pelvis peeking out over the waistband. Killer cursed when Dust leaned forward against Killer’s back, circling to the front to tease his lower sternum, finger peeking inside of his rib cage.

“None of them work. Trust me, we’ve tried.” Dust hid his smirk against Killer’s back, playfully nipping through the hoodie, shaking against the charged bones.

“Fuck you guys.” Night met Dust’s dual-tone gaze one more time. Hesitant to accept and run forward with them still. But Dust took his hand to bring it with him into Killer’s body, wrapping them both around his spine to a moan. They’d help and guide him, he need only ask for it, and with that, he laughed.

“Maybe we will.”

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I’m very happy to have this out of my WIP folder.

#bad guy poly #story title #nightmare sans #dustmare #sfw #story time

[tentimesthecourage]

Mail Through Time And Space

To whoever gets this,

Hello! My name’s Rinku and I’m 8 years old! I have decided I want to send letters to people and you get the first one!

I don’t really know what to put, there’s so much I could say. I’m practicing sword play with my twin, Link. We... don’t really like it, but we do it because we want to protect everyone, especially mom and Aryll, she’s our baby sister!

I hope I can hear from you soon!

Rinku

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Dear Rinku,

You might find this a little strange, but my name’s also Link, like your twin. I am 9 years old. Sounds like fun, sending letters to strangers, and I’m glad I got to be the first to get one!

I think you two practicing for that reason is… noble. I think that’s the right word. I’m pretty good with a sword myself! Been practicing since I was 7, how long have you been practicing?

I hope this letter finds you well.

Link

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Dear Link,

Wow! I didn’t think I’d reach someone with the same name as my twin! Link says hi by the way. Aryll probably would too, but she can’t really talk yet.

Noble? I asked mom what that means and she said having good morals, whatever those are, but I guess that means good things so thank you! 

Link and I have been practicing since we were five. Dad Father wants us to become knights when we’re older.

I… I don’t want to… but

Nevermind.

Rinku

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Dear Rinku,

I’m sorry to hear that being a knight is being forced upon you. Sounds like your father is a bit stubborn.

I know how that feels, my father is the same, though more about teamwork than my plans for the future. Still though, I hope things can become brighter, maybe he’ll see that you and your twin’s passion lies somewhere else.

Take care,

Link

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Dear Link,

Thanks, that really makes me feel better. Lately things have been getting… bad. I wanna tell you, but Link, my Link, doesn’t think it’s a good idea. So let’s talk about other things!

Our birthday is coming up soon! October 30th! When’s your birthday? Is it soon? I wanna be able to send you a gift!

Write back soon!

Rinku

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Dear Rinku,

I’m sorry to hear things haven’t improved for you, but as my grandfather says, keep a stiff upper lip. There’s always a storm before a rainbow. He says strange things but he means well.

I don’t know if this’ll arrive before your birthday or after, but happy birthday regardless! I’ve put something in the envelope and hopefully it’ll stay safe.

It’s half of a kinstone, when you find the other half and fuse them together, something good will happen.

As for my birthday, it’s still months away. Mine’s March 4th

Looking forward to your next letter,

Link

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Dear Link,

I don’t think I’ll be able to send letters as often anymore. Somehow Link and I pulled something called the ‘Master Sword’ and it split in two. Everyone’s calling us the ‘Chosen Heroes’ and telling us that we have to begin training soon.

I’m scared… I have a really bad feeling…

I hope I’ll be able to hear from you soon.

Rinku

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Dear Link,

Hah… I don’t even know why I’m writing this. It’s been so long… a century. I doubt you're even still alive, but something in my heart urges me to write this anyway.

So much has happened, where do I even begin?

Link became the Hylian Champion at the same time that I became Captain of the Royal Guard. We barely saw each other after that, he always had to follow the princess while I had to train the troops to prepare for Calamity Ganon.

Even with everything, it didn’t matter.

We still failed.

That beast took everything from us, Hyrule is in shambles. I hope wherever you are, you’re safe. 

Link was shot by a guardian, these huge metal monsters, they put him in the Shrine of Ressurection, an ancient piece of Shiekah technology that would supposedly heal him.

I fell in Kakariko… yet, here I am. Apparently they put me in a room that had some sort of Stasis similar to the Shrine.

The difference however… I remember everything.

Link remembers nothing. Not even me.

But we managed, we survived, we took on so many trials together.

And then we took on Calamity Ganon.

It’s gone now, Hyrule is finally safe, we fixed our mistake.

So why does it still feel like we failed?

I wish I could have met you…

Like I said, I don’t even know if you’re alive, I might be sending this to a dead man. But on the slim chance that I’m not…

I really hope I can see you.

Rinku

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Fiddling with the kinstone half that he had fashioned into a necklace, Rinku sighed heavily. Nearby he could hear Link fiddling with the Slate. The two of them were relaxing on the Plateau, needing some peace and quiet.

A snapping sound caught both of their attention, as one they looked over at the source of the sound, dumbfounded to find themselves staring at a group of people. How the hell did they get up here?

“Pardon us… but would either of you be named Link?” Rinku bristled faintly, defensive as he felt Link tense beside him.

“Who wants to know-?” His terse reply was suddenly caught off by a quiet gasp from seemingly the smallest of the group.

“Rinku…?” His ears flicked and he looked over at the speaker, the guy looked like he’d seen a ghost, the way his gaze kept flicking between his face and… his necklace?

“That’s me, yes…?” He replied cautiously, well aware of the confused looks both of them were getting. He tensed as the other approached after murmuring something to the supposed. The other raised his hands passively, showing they were empty and that he meant no harm.

“Your birthday’s October 30th.”

Rinku stiffened in surprise, he was not expecting him to say that.

“You didn’t want to be a knight and neither did your twin, he has a passion for baking while you had one for sewing.” The stranger continued softly. “On your ninth birthday, you drew the Master Sword together-” They were both aware of the sharp gasp from the group behind the smaller male, but neither acknowledged them.

“Just mere days before then, you received a letter holding half a kinstone.” A soft, hopeful smile crossed his face and Rinku could swear his eyes shone with four different colors. “Kinstones are special… if you fuse two halves together…”

“...Something good will happen.” Rinku managed to finish, staring at the other in disbelief. He managed to stand and half walk, half stumble to the other. He had hoped, he had wished… could it really be…?

“Link…?”

A small laugh escaped him before he held out his arms.

“You said you wanted to meet me, right…? Hope I don’t disappoint-” He grunted softly as Rinku slammed into him, knocking them both over as he hugged him tightly.

Four winced slightly as they hit the ground together, he knew the others would be completely confused about what just happened and he’d definitely owe them an explanation, but right now, he was more focused on finally being able to meet him. Finally focusing back on him, he paused before his heart melted at the mumbling he could barely hear.

“You’re safe, you’re safe, thank the goddess, you’re safe.” 

“I’m safe.” He agreed softly, gently rubbing his back. “I’m safe and you’re safe…” His voice lowered as his grip tightened slightly. “And you didn’t fail.” He felt Rinku stiffen in his arms, but pushed regardless. “Listen to me, you didn’t. You, your twin, you did everything you could, I know you did. And in the end you won.”

“But Link-” He started to protest and Four shushed him sharply.

“But Link nothing.” He replied sternly. “Yes, it took awhile, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Hyrule is safe. You’re safe, Link is safe. You won.”

Rinku sagged against him, burying his face against his shoulder. Four settled with a small sigh before blinking as his gaze met Link’s, Rinku’s Link, his twin.

-You… know my brother?- He asked, cocking his head. -You are… the one he writes to?-

“I am.” He confirmed with a nod. “My name’s Link, just like you. But they-” he nodded to the group behind them. “Call me Four.”

Link seemed to process this before he smiled and raised his hands again.

-Thank you.-

Four blinked, confused as the other continued.

-He told you what happened to us, right? About the Calamity?- At his nod, Link continued. -I think the only thing really keeping him going was the letters he had from you from a hundred years prior. He keeps them in the slate- At that, he pulled up the stone slab from his hip and turned it around so Four could see a screen. On it was the symbol of an envelope and the numbers 523. Internally, he could hear the colors flustering.

“We really wrote that much?”

“Some of them were before us, when it was just Link.”

“Yeesh, all of that…”

“...he kept them all…”

The colors quieted at Red’s words and Four fought back a shiver at the realization. Every letter from their childhood to now, Rinku had found a way to keep them all safe and sound. He tightened his hold on the younger male, overwhelmed at the emotion engulfing his heart.

A soft clearing of someone’s throat caused the trio to jump and finally turn their attention to the group once more.

“Four… perhaps it’s time for introductions?” The smith flushed faintly at the amused glint in Time’s eye.

“Ah… yes.” He managed, fighting back a pout (he did not pout, he did not) when Rinku pulled back to look at the group with a wary eye. Just because he trusted Four, didn’t mean he trusted the rest of them right away.

“Everyone… this is Link and Rinku. Twin brothers and the heroes of this Hyrule.”

His gaze met Rinku’s and he gave a half smile.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

#Rinku #LU Four #LU Wild #LU Time #but he's got the briefest part #Penpal AU #Drabble #Linked Universe

[the-last-teabender]

FANFIC: Oxventure - Duel Destinies

RATING: G

WORDS: Just under 7k

SUMMARY: Corazón gets hit on the head.

A/N: This isn’t my first time writing fanfic, but it’s my first time in literal decades writing something that a) isn’t going into a charity anthology and b) isn’t single-sentence goofs in my Gchat window with @randomthunk. So I actually am a little nervous to just yeet my work out into the world without an editor/publisher frontline protecting me from looking foolish. I do have plans to fic more tho.

I approached this as though I was writing an official tie-in because that’s my comfort zone (and occasionally my job). Which was a little challenging because there’s a lot that’s not part of the story but is part of the viewing experience. I have not mastered it in one story but the attempt was fun. Also I haven’t smashed alt-codes this obsessively while writing since I wrote about Señor 105.

Thanks aforementioned Ginger for being my beta reader and basically sitting on me to post this instead of hide it in my writing folder.

Anyway, if you like what I’m throwing out here, I have actually a lot of stuff in print and even more coming.

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“Right,” Dob said, pacing the length of the deck, “before we go, let’s review. Prudence, what happened yesterday?”

“We found a bad man killing off local slimes to make slime booze.”

“Good. Corazón, what happened yesterday?”

“I began my awesome new career as a detective and threw someone out a window.”

“All right. Merilwen?”

“Mow.”

“Excellent. Egbert?”

“I set a tavern on fire and got my seal very drunk on slime gin.”

“All right, that’s us caught up.”

That wasn’t the entire catch-up, but all of them knew the events of the day before well enough. The forest outside the town of Esterwell was in turmoil, according to the wizard Binbag after he tumbled unexpectedly out of a pantry. It was suddenly bereft of slimes — the cute little blobby creatures generally used for target practice by up-and-coming adventurers. As it happened, slimes had other uses. Serving as the base for a delightful high-end alcoholic brew, for one. Serving as the base of the entire local food chain, for another. If the slime population continued to plummet, eventually the other animal populations would follow suit.

An investigation of the local slime hunters (led by DCI Jeff Crimestopper, a pseudonym Corazón was becoming increasingly attached to) turned up that they were all in the employ of the same man: one Alonzo Horgan, owner of the Horgan Distillery. One especially talkative young hunter revealed that Horgan intended to “wring all the slimes out of Esterwell Forest” before upping sticks to his next hunting ground.

The goal was, in short, to stop Horgan’s machinations before he destabilized the entire local ecosystem and went on to do the same to others. Somewhere along the way, Dob had got it into his head that the goal was to start a brewery of their own and hold a cider-making contest in the Esterwell town square… an idea the group at large now referred to as “Plan C.”

Plan A, currently underway, was to continue the detective lark and either talk sense into Horgan or (more likely) run him out of town. Plan B was burning down the distillery.

“I’m still very much in favor of bumping Plan B up to Plan A,” said Prudence, wiggling her fingers as the group made their way back into Esterwell.

“Mrow,” Merilwen the cat grumbled from Dob’s shoulder, which translated to something like, “But that doesn’t actually solve the problem of making him stop.”

“Oh, fine,” Prudence huffed. “Detectives it is.”

Corazón pumped a fist low and (he thought) out of sight. “DCI Jeff Crimestopper back on the case, bay-bee.”

They arrived at the home of Alonzo Horgan — a palatial manor in a town that really wasn’t the sort to have palatial manors. At least half a dozen residences would have to have been knocked down to make way for the place, which stood half again as high as the buildings around it that had survived.

Merilwen hopped lightly from Dob’s shoulder, turning back into an elf again, as the half-orc tapped politely on the door.

“No, no.” Egbert shoved past him, balling up one scaly fist. “You’ve gotta really punch it.” He slammed his fist against the door several times, making it bow slightly under the pressure.

“Open up!” Corazón shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. “We have a warrant!”

“Don’t just say we have a warrant!” Merilwen hissed.

The door was opened mere moments later by a tall, rail-thin man with an upturned nose and a downturned moustache. “Mmcan I help you?”

Corazón pushed past the man. “Yeah, you can take us to Alonzo Horgan. We’re taking him down to the station for questioning.”

“I’m afraid Mr. Horgan is not—” But the man was cut off as the rest of the group piled past and into the house.

“Where is he, then? Upstairs?” Corazón pointed up the stairwell, one foot on the steps.

The man at the door, to his credit, did his best to maintain his decorum. “Mr. Horgan is not taking visitors.”

“We’re not visitors,” Dob said gruffly, looming over the man, “we’re detectives.”

“Is that so? Well, I do hope you meant what you said about having a warrant. Otherwise I may have to take you to the authorities.” 

Alonzo Horgan’s voice silenced the group, but had it not, his presence would have. Fully six-foot-four, a stocky mix of fat and muscle generally only seen on back alley brawlers, stuffed into a fancy suit. His glare was imperious; his moustache was excellent.

Corazón swiveled and approached the master of the house. “Alonzo Horgan?”

“Yes, I’m… not sure who else I would be.” Horgan seemed put out for a moment, but recovered himself. “May I ask what business you have here?”

“DCI Jeff Crimestopper.” Corazón pulled a piece of paper from his coat, flashed it briefly, and put it away again. “This is my DI, Dob Tyler.”

Dob grinned toothily; had it not been Dob, it might have looked threatening. “Here to make sure my loose cannon superior does things by the book.”

Corazón gestured to the rest of the party. “DS Prudence, DC Merilwen. And, er, PC Egbert, he mostly makes the tea.”

“It’s really good tea,” Egbert piped up.

“No offense, sir…” Horgan gestured to Corazón. “But you look more like a pirate than a detective.”

“Deep cover, obviously. I wouldn’t expect a civilian to understand.”

Horgan waved a hand dismissively. “Even if I were to entertain the idea that you’re who you claim to be, I feel I’ve done nothing to warrant an investigation.”

Merilwen narrowed her eyes. “Nothing, Mr. Horgan?” Her voice was tense, hitting that slightly higher octave that her friends knew meant violence was quickly becoming an option. “Killing off an entire species for your own benefit is ‘nothing’? Allowing the local wildlife to starve is ‘nothing’?”

“Oh, it’s about the distillery, is it? I promise you, my dear, I’ve heard it all before.”

Dob gritted his teeth, giving Horgan a highly dramatic, highly knowing look. “I’d be careful if I was you, sir. DC Merilwen has a license to… er. Bear.”

Still, none of this seemed to faze Horgan. “If you think complaining about my methods is going to have any effect… let me assure you, it hasn’t yet. Now, unless you have any actual business with me…”

Prudence stepped up. “All right, look. Fine. We’re not actually detectives.”

“You don’t say,” Horgan deadpanned.

“That said… the whole slime issue is a real thing, and we really do need you to stop hunting them out completely. Or at least cut back.” Prudence looked back at Merilwen. “Cut back? Would that be good enough?”

“I prefer the idea of him stopping completely,” Merilwen seethed.

Prudence gestured to Merilwen. “Yeah, what she said. But I mean, it affects you, too. Do you like, uh… wild boar? I guess? Rabbit? Pheasant? I don’t know.” She spread her hands in an exaggerated shrug. “Screw up the food chain and you don’t get any of those.”

Horgan looked them all over, one by one. “You come into my home. You pretend to be something you’re not. And then you make demands of me that would effectively shut down my business. Give me one reason why I should even listen to what you have to say.”

Egbert had mostly detached from the scene in front of him, his eyes scanning his surroundings in search of something entertaining. They lighted on a pair of crossed swords on the wall, with a bronze plaque underneath: Esterwell Annual Fencing Championship, Second Place. Without thinking, he blurted out, “A duel.”

“I beg your pardon?” Horgan asked. The rest of the party fixed Egbert with confused looks.

“A duel,” the dragonborn repeated, with a little more confidence this time — confidence filled in a lot of blanks, in his experience. “If one of us bests you in a duel, you have to at least give us a proper audience.”

Much to the group’s surprise — including Egbert’s, truth be told — Horgan seemed to consider it. “Hmm. Well. I suppose it makes more sense than… whatever we’ve been doing.” He gestured at the room in general, then turned to Corazón. “On the condition that I fight this one.”

Corazón grinned. “Hell yeah. I’ll fight you. Prepare to have your whole scene wrecked by Corazón de Ballena.”

“I thought you said your name was Jeff Crimestopper.”

“I told you. Deep cover.”

Horgan sighed wearily and turned to his doorman. “See them out. Tomorrow at sunrise on the lawn. Come alone, whatever your name is. And pray you do not lose. I have no patience for time-wasters.”

The five were ushered out without another word.

“Not sure it’s wise to challenge a prizewinning fighter to a duel,” Merilwen noted when they were outside town again. “That sort of seems like the main thing he’ll be ready for.”

Egbert waved a hand. “Pff, it’s fine. The plaque on his wall said he was only second place. That means there’s at least one person better than him in town.”

“Still… What’s going to happen if Corazón if he loses?”

Corazón laughed. “Pff. Hah. Nothing. Because Corazón won’t lose.” He unsheathed his rapier and stopped to take a few jabs at a nearby tree. A heavy branch, near to breaking, creaked overhead. “You know what my crew used to call me?”

“Yes,” said Prudence, “you’ve complained about it several times.”

“I mean in battle. You know, when we captured ships. My swordsmanship is second to none. They used to call me Corazón the—”

There was a crash, and silence.

Egbert stopped walking, waiting for the punchline. “Corazón the what?”

“Er.” Merilwen pointed back toward the tree hesitantly. “Corazón the unconscious, apparently.”

Prudence turned and lifted away the branch, wincing at the sight of the pirate splayed out on the ground. “Oh, dear…” Then she looked up at the group. “So does this mean I’m captain now?”

---

The general consensus had been to let Corazón be once he’d been carried back to the Joyful Damnation and bundled into bed. He would likely be full of opinions and complaints as soon as he woke up. That, and he’d need his rest before dueling Horgan the next morning. 

There was no bleeding as far as they could tell. Just a big bruise that would get bruisier over the next few days. Egbert dropped a quick bit of healing on Corazón which, while it would likely be helpful in the long run, did nothing to wake him. Eventually, Dob took up a seat by the enormous bed in the captain’s quarters, keeping an eye on the patient and picking out a few chords to pass the time. Just as he was getting a good riff worked out... 

“Ow.”

“Ow?” Dob leaned over the bed. “Did you say ow?”

“Yes, I said ow. Because I’m in pain.”

Dob jumped up from his seat and threw the door open. “Guys! Guys! He’s awake!”

Prudence was the first to run in. “Is he okay?”

“Sounds like it.”

Egbert followed, with Merilwen bringing up the rear. They crowded around Corazón’s bed, realized at the same time that that would probably look weird from his vantage point, and backed off a bit.

“Corazón?” Dob leaned in slightly. “How’s your head?”

He squinted up at Dob. “What did you call me?”

“Oh, right.” Dob laughed. “Silly me. How’s your head, DCI Crimestopper?”

This just seemed to confuse him more. “Who… what are you talking about?” Then he pulled himself up to sitting, perhaps a little more quickly than he ought, and pressed a hand to the top of his head, looking around. “I feel like I’ve been beaned with an entire tree. Where the hell am I?”

“Your room,” Prudence offered. “We figured you’d want a nap after the bludgeoning.”

He shook his head, still sounding a bit dazed. “No… this isn’t my room. My room is bigger. And it doesn’t rock and creak. Are we… are we on a ship?” He looked up at the others again, as though seeing them for the first time.

“... who the hell are all of you?”

There was an awkward silence.

“He’s messing about, right?” Egbert grinned nervously at the others. 

“It’s Corazón,” Prudence said quickly, “of course he’s messing about. Just humor him, he’ll be on to something new when he’s tired of it.”

Dob was already on board at humor him. He pressed a hand to his forehead. “Oh, no! Corazón! All our precious memories, lost forever! Please say it isn’t so, old friend!”

If Corazón was acting, he was really leaning into the deadpan delivery. “Is this some sort of prank? It’s not a very good one, if…” His gaze wandered down to his hands resting on the bed sheet, his sleeves wrinkled back somewhat. His eyes went wide, and he made a sort of choking, stammering sound.

Then, again far more quickly than he probably should have, he threw himself out of bed, shoving past Egbert on the way to the largest of his mirrors. Carefully, he pulled his collar aside. And gasped.

“Oh, my God, I’ve been tattooed in my sleep!”

“Gosh,” Egbert said with an admiring smile, “he’s really devoting himself to the bit, isn’t he?”

Merilwen shook her head slightly. “I… don’t… know if it’s a bit.”

“Which one of you did this to me?!” Corazón pointed at the tentacle tattoo emerging from under his collar. “Why would you do that? Why… what happened to my hair!? How long have I been asleep!?” He grabbed the nearest person — Egbert — by the collar. “Are you trying to change my identity!? Am I going to be sold off to the highest bidder!? What’s your plan!? You have to tell me!”

Dob grabbed for his lute, a nervous grin plastered on his face. “Ooooh! Oh, dear! Looks like someone could use a nice lullaby.”

Merilwen held out a warning hand to Dob. “No? No. One second.” She waved a hand to Corazón, the way one might a skittish fox. “Hey, over here.”

“What!? What do you want now!?”

“Just. Okay. Calm down for a second. Calm…” Merilwen inhaled and exhaled slowly, guiding the breathing with her hands. Corazón, surprisingly did the same. That in itself was a sign that something was off.

“Okay, just keep your eyes on me, all right?”

“Sure.” Corazón’s voice was strained.

Merilwen rooted around in the pocket of one of Corazón’s jackets, folded neatly over a nearby chair. She found what she was looking for — a little leather pouch of gold coins — and poured the contents out into her hand. She showed them to Corazón, as though setting up a magic trick. He watched and nodded tensely, his jaw set.

“Dob,” she said with a sweet smile, opening the cabin window. “Would you do the honors?”

“Would I?” Without hesitation, he took the little handful of coins from Merilwen, slid over to the window, and chucked them out into the sea, one by one.

All eyes turned toward Corazón.

“Yes, and?” The nervousness was tinged with irritation. “What?”

Another awkward silence, this one longer. And awkwarder. As they all, in their own time, came to terms with the fact that Corazón was not, in fact, acting.

Prudence tapped him experimentally on the shoulder. He flinched away, balling his hands into fists and holding them in front of his face.

“Hey, hey, whoa! No, no, we’re your friends! It’s us!” Prudence smiled, gesturing around the room. “You know. The Oxventurers! Can’t you recognize us?”

Corazón lowered his fists. “If you mean could I pick you out of a lineup, then yes, I certainly could.”

“Corazón…”

“Hff… and stop calling me that! It’s weird!” He brushed off his sleeve where Prudence had tapped him. “If you’re my kidnappers, then I would hope you already know who I am.”

“Y-Yeah.... Sorry.” Prudence frowned, then smiled. “Percy?”

“Thank you. That’s more like it.” And Corazón made a break for the deck. 

---

“All I’m saying,” said the half-orc with the large hammer and the very nice hair, “is that we could be having a cider-making contest in the town square right now.”

“Or burning things,” said the tiefling, as a pair of ancient tomes played around her heels like rowdy puppies. “We could also be burning things right now.”

If this was a kidnapping, it was a very civilized one. Percy hadn’t had any practical experience with being kidnapped, to be fair. His father had suggested that it might happen once or twice in his youth, because that was just how life was for the children of rich and influential people. But after making it to adulthood without ever waking up in a dingy cellar surrounded by leering mercenaries, he’d just put it to the side.

He’d also been a bit disappointed, as escaping from said mercenaries could have been fun. But in retrospect, he might not have done as well at that as he liked to pretend.

He wasn’t tied up, or locked up. At worst, he had been prevented from leaping off the ship by all four of his kidnappers (and a seal, he was still contending with that information) piling themselves on top of him. They’d bundled him back into the captain’s quarters while they consulted with each other. Percy took the time to shave — the itch from his stubble was frazzling his already-frazzled brain — and change into a shirt that still had functional buttons.

The change had gotten a slight stare of disbelief from his captors, as though he’d gone and swapped heads, but no actual comments were made. And now, the dragonborn was sitting by him on the deck and handing him a cup of tea, and it smelled suspiciously like what he drank at home, and yes, this was absolutely one of his teacups.

“So!” the dragonborn said with a toothy grin. “Cora-... er, Percival. Percy? Mr. Milquetoast? Sorry, not sure what to call you now.” He had a cup of his own, but rather than sipping from it, he opened his long snout and splashed the contents inside. Judging by the reaction that followed, the tea was still very hot.

“Just, er… whichever? I guess?” Why was he sitting on a ship drinking tea with his kidnappers while they asked what to call him? Why had his father not been mentioned yet? Was that still incoming? His teacup rattled against the saucer.

“Mmmm… Percy. I’ve always thought you looked like a Percy.”

“Always?” Percy put his teacup down shakily on its saucer. “Then you’ve been spying on me? For how long?”

“No!” The dragonborn waved a hand frantically in front of himself. “No, no, I mean… we’re not…” He looked behind him, where the other three were peering at the scene thoughtfully. “Um, guys, I’m not doing great. Someone else try.”

The elf stepped in and tapped him on the shoulder, as though relieving him from duty. Good. As far as Percy could tell, she was the most logical of the group. She wasn’t panicking… not that he could see, at least.

“So you’re Good Cop, then?” Percy eyed her warily.

“No…” The elf sighed, a sort of long-suffering sigh that made him feel like this was not the first long-suffering sigh she’d issued him. “We’re your friends, really. And we’re just trying to figure out how to help you.”

Percy narrowed his eyes. “My friends.”

“Yes.”

“Not magical kidnappers looking for a piece of the Milquetoast fortune.”

“No. Not magical kidnappers looking for a piece of the family fortune. I promise.” 

“I mean, I have friends at home. I can just go home to my actual friends, and not whatever you guys are pretending to be.”

The elf’s face settled into an expression that somehow managed to be both neutral and confrontational, her lips pressed into a line. “Name four friends you have at home.”

Damn. “Uh, th-there’s, uh… there’s Steve… F-Friendsman.”

“Yeah.”

“There’s, a-um, Roger… M’buddy.”

The elf pressed a hand to her face. “Please, at least let us try to help you.”

She seemed absolutely genuine. It was making his head hurt. This was not how criminals acted. As far as he knew. “Fine, help me, or whatever it is you want to do.”

“All right, so…” The elf clasped her hands together. “It’s probably just a matter of jogging your memory. You got a little bop on the head, it shook things up, but we can help you connect things up again. Right?”

“Sure,” Percy said hesitantly, now with the added wrinkle of wondering when and how he’d been hit over the head. He considered asking, but he could already hear the answer. No, we didn’t hit you over the head intentionally. It was a love tap. Something like that.

The elf smiled. It didn’t seem like a kidnapper’s smile. But again, he had nothing to go on. Maybe kidnappers had really nice smiles. “Okay, good. So let’s just rattle out a few of the high points, and see what your brain latches onto.”

Percy nodded, taking a sip from the teacup he still held in a death grip.

“Okay. Spicy rat?” She paused, and he wasn’t sure what for. After a short silence, she picked up again. “No? Okay, that was a while ago, admittedly. Uh… baby-making watch?”

“Babies don’t come from watches,” Percy scoffed. “They come from under cabbage leaves.”

The elf ground to a halt in her questioning, but picked up again with a shake of the head. “What about the party? The one where you went dressed as a sexy nurse and made a teenage girl cry.”

Percy scowled. “I would never do that!”

The half-orc chuckled. “Oh, you very much did.”

“I will not allow you to paint me with the same brush as you, you… s-scoundrels!” Percy felt a chill down the back of his neck. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? You’re trying to convince me I’m one of you and whisk me away to do unspeakable crimes, is that it?”

“Hasn’t taken much trying so far, mate,” Merilwen grumbled.

“Waaaait wait wait wait.” The tiefling squeezed up next to the elf. “We’re coming at this from the wrong angle. He’s clearly forgotten stuff from before we met him, too, right? What we need to do is remind him of why he became a pirate.”

Percy looked around the ship. Then down at the clothes he’d woken up in. And the tattoo on his wrist. “I’m a pirate?”

“Yep, you are a pirate.”

“So… this really is my ship?”

“Er, our ship, yes.” The tiefling seemed to take a lot of pride in saying that. Well, being co-owner of a ship was something to be proud of… if it was true, he’d probably let himself feel a bit proud, too. “So, maybe if you can summon up the feelings that made you want to run away from home and be a pirate, the rest will follow. So, tell us about your dad.”

“He’s… dumb?” Percy shrugged. “He’s annoying? I don’t know, it’s a lot of effort to run away from him for being dumb and annoying. I’ve got nothing.” 

The tiefling leaned in conspiratorially. “Nothing about what a bad dad he is? How he has ridiculous expectations of you? Doesn’t want you to have fun and live your own life?” She paused. “How he’s got a stupid wig and he’s all stuffy and bossy?”

Percy leaned away from her. “You seem to have plenty against him already.”

“Oh, no, no. I don’t hate him. You do.”

“No, it really does sound like it’s you.”

The tiefling laughed, waving a hand. “Oh, no, that’s just because he bothers you. It’s a support thing. I’d totally love to live in his big ol’ house.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t like my father, but you do like his money, and that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

The tiefling’s face twisted into a confused frown. “Oh, man. Yeah, we do kinda sound like we kidnapped you for ransom, don’t we?”

Percy flinched away, nearly dropping his teacup. Oddly, the tiefling was once again trying to reassure him. “Which we didn’t?? Which we didn’t. I’m just saying.” She sighed. “I guess he forgot whatever happened that made him want to run away, too. How about you, Egbert? Got any paladin magic for him?”

“I’ve got something better!”

All eyes, Percy’s included, turned to the dragonborn — who was now swinging a mace from one clawed hand.

“So, you know how in all the stories, right? Someone gets knocked on the head and gets amnesia, but then they get hit in the same spot and all their memories come back. Let’s just do that!”

The dragonborn strode over to Percy, winding up the mace. Percy stumbled backwards, his teacup falling and shattering on the deck. “Don’t you dare!”

“Egbert, not that mace!” the elf shouted.

“Oh, it’s fiiiine. I had to hit whatsisname loads of times before he actually turned into a seal.”

Percy looked at the seal. The seal looked back.

“Eg.”

The dragonborn raised his mace over his head. Percy stumbled backwards towards the door to the captain’s quarters, eyes locked on the cursed weapon. He reached behind him for the doorknob and twisted frantically. The door wouldn’t give way.

The elf flung herself at the dragonborn, turning into an octopus in midair. The two hit the deck, the mace rolling harmlessly across the deck as the octopus held the would-be attacker in place. Percy finally managed to yank the door open, racing into the captain’s quarters and slamming the door behind him.

“I meant a spell!” Percy heard the tiefling yell from the other side of the door. “You’ve got more healing spells, don’t you?”

“Oh, riiiight…”

There was a gentle tap at the door. Percy eyed it nervously.

“Heeey, buddy. You okay?” It was the half-orc. “Can I come in?”

“No, you absolutely cannot come in. You’re all insane and there’s a seal man out there saying egg.”

“That’s cool, that’s cool. I’ll just sit out here, how’s that?”

Percy heard a gentle thump against the other side of the door. “So… you really don’t remember anything, do you? About us, or your pirate crew, or any of that?”

“Last thing I remember is going to bed at Milquetoast Manor and thinking tomorrow night’s party was going to be very boring. Then I woke up in bed on a strange boat, with all of you standing over me looking ready to dissect me or something.” Percy sat down, leaning on the other side of the door. His head still felt foggy. “So? Which one of you blackjacked me?”

“You blackjacked yourself with a tree.”

Percy frowned. “Is that the sort of thing I’m likely to do?”

“Oh, yes,” the half-orc said cheerfully. “Merilwen had a stack of tree puns ready to go, but under the circumstances it seemed, uh… bit tasteless.”

“Merilwen?”

“The elf. Don’t worry, you can hear them later. You know, when your head’s right again.” A pause. “Oh! Haha. Of course. I’m Dob, by the way. The tiefling is Prudence, and the big dragon man is Egbert. And we’re all your friends, and we all do super cool things together.”

Percy nodded, still not completely convinced. Then he realized Dob wouldn’t be able to see him on the other side of the door. “If you say so.”

“Gosh. Introducing myself to you. That brings back memories.” Dob stopped himself, fumbling, as if he’d just said something extremely offensive. “I mean… you know…”

Against his better judgment, Percy got up and opened the door. Dob, leaning heavily on it, tumbled backwards… but turned the tumble into a backwards somersault and landed lightly on his feet. He gave a little bow, and Percy felt he ought to clap. Just considering the effort.

“You ready to come out and talk to the others?”

Percy leaned to one side and looked out onto the deck. Egbert was on his feet again, with Merilwen (now an elf) still clinging to his back, as though uncertain whether the dragonborn could be trusted on his own yet. Prudence wore a friendly smile that seemed to say “I’m not going to sacrifice you to my eldritch god, but I’m also not not going to sacrifice you to my eldritch god.” His trusted friends. Apparently.

Before Percy could answer, Dob slapped him on the back and walked him out onto the deck. “All right. We’ve all had a little breather, a little think, and I think… and this is just me… we should back-burner the memory loss issue and focus on the bigger problem.”

“There’s a bigger problem?” Percy looked at Dob incredulously.

The group at large winced. “Yeah…” Dob continued to speak for the group, and no one seemed to mind being relieved of that duty for the moment. “See, Percy. Percival. Friend. Our good friend of so long…”

“Just tell me what’s going to happen to me.”

“You have to duel someone tomorrow morning.”

Percy extracted himself from Dob’s friendly side-arm. “What? Why? Why would I do that?”

“Again,” said Dob, “if it makes you feel better, it is extremely on brand.”

“Hsfd… it doesn’t make me feel better! I have to fight someone tomorrow and I’m not me! I mean, I am me, but I’m not this other me who went and did a thing I didn’t do!”

Amongst them, Percy’s friends(?) laid out the entire situation. All he managed to retain were slimes, collapse of the natural world, very large man, and imminent swordfight. The rest was a sort of blur, and one he was in no mood to attempt to figure out.

“I can’t do this.” It was a statement of fact. “Maybe this Corazón guy can do this, but I can’t. Horgan’s going to be expecting some jerk pirate who can swordfight.”

“We can try another refresher,” suggested Merilwen.

Egbert reached for his mace. “I could try—-”

“No,” said everyone, possibly even the seal.

“Look,” Dob said gently, “we’ll have puh-lenty of time to work on the memory thing, right? All we have to do is get through tomorrow, and if it hasn’t cleared up by then, we’ll find someone to help you, no problem.”

“How can you be so sure?” Percy asked, the fretting feeling coming back even stronger than before.

Egbert shrugged. “It’ll happen. That’s how it tends to go. A problem comes up, and then a couple days later someone comes along with a quest that’ll fix it. It’s really handy.”

“Okay, that’s great for after tomorrow morning. But what about me, tomorrow morning, with swords? What’s my guarantee I get past that alive? Because I’ve never actually stabbed a man.”

“Yes you have,” Prudence pointed out.

“Like a lot,” Merilwen added.

“Apparently you kicked a man to death once,” said Egbert. “I mean, I found out later, but I believe it.”

“But I don’t remember that!” Percy flailed an arm helplessly. “It’s… hds… that’s some future guy and I’m not the future guy, I’m the me guy. How is the me guy going to survive?”

The group fell silent.

“... did I actually kick a man to death?”

They all nodded.

“Oh…”

“And see? That’s why we believe in you, Cor… er, Percy.” Dob threw an arm around Percy’s shoulders again. “We know what you’re capable of. We know it’s in here.” He jabbed at Percy’s chest with one finger. “And in here.” At his head.

“Ow!”

“The head, Dob,” Merilwen hissed, “watch the head.”

“Right, right. Look. We’ve got tonight to train you up into a believable Corazón de Ballena. You’ve already got the look, you’ve already got the voice. That’s more than most people start with.”

Percy let out a weak groan.

“Hey! No, this is good! We can do this! And maybe, somewhere along the way, something will trigger the ol’ bean and the memories will just come flooding back. Right, guys?”

The rest of the team seemed to believe it about as much as Percy did. Which wasn’t much.

“Are you sure we can’t just…” Percy motioned to the anchor rope. “Leave?”

“No,” Merilwen said firmly. But her expression was still hesitant. “No, we have to stop Horgan. More than anything else, that has to happen.”

She was insistent. This was important to her. Percy groaned again.

“Come on, buddy.” Dob lifted his arm from Percy’s shoulders, grabbing him by both arms and staring him in the eyes. “Look me in the eye.”

“Yeah. Looking.”

“Now. Are you a Thieves Cant, or a Thieves Can?”

Merilwen, at least, seemed to appreciate what Dob was going for.

---

Plan B no longer stood for Burning. Plan B, as indicated by a wild-shaped Merilwen taking up a spot behind the topiaries on Horgan’s lawn, now stood for Bear. And possibly Bomb, and Blast, and Bard Casts Thunder Wave, depending on who got trigger-happy first.

No amount of swordfighting or storytelling brought Corazón’s memory back. Nor did any amount of actually insisting on calling him Corazón. Their last ditch hope — that he’d wake up the next morning acting like nothing had happened — didn’t pan out, either. Dob gave pep talk after pep talk as Corazón fretted uncharacteristically, the latter eventually wrapping the uneaten bacon sandwich he’d made for himself in a piece of paper and stowing it in a jacket pocket. Finally, though, they’d all had to take up their positions and leave the rest to luck.

Corazón was left to make the walk up the lawn alone, but the other four had formed a perimeter: Merilwen in the topiary, Dob in a nearby tree, Prudence behind a fence, and Egbert peering over a hedge. Dob promised to shoot Corazón an occasional prompt if things got hairy; but, by and large, it was all him.

As the sun began to rise, Corazón walked up the paved path to the appointed spot. He’d not quite gotten his own swagger down, instead walking slow, measured steps with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Try to look like you’re too cool for the room! Dob thought; Corazón looked up and around, surprised, then seemed to remember what Dob had said about sending mental messages. He stopped where he was, pulled his hands out of his pockets, squared his shoulders, and walked even more awkwardly up the path.

Fine. It’d have to do.

Just as the light of sunrise hit its best and most aesthetic hue, Alonzo Horgan and his servant walked out. The former wore a rapier at his belt.

“Corazón de Ballena,” Horgan said broadly, his voice dripping with fake friendliness. “Or are we going by something new today?”

“No, er, that’s me.”

Dob thought another swift message.

“I mean… that’s right! That’s me, Corazón. The mighty pirate. Here to run you through like a tasty kebab and grill… grill you on the fires of justice? What the hell does that mean?”

Just go with it, Dob thought irritably, but the moment had passed. Shame. He was rather proud of that one.

Horgan eyed Corazón with amusement. “I can wait if you need a moment.”

“No, no. Erm. Yes, that’s me.” Corazón’s hand hovered over the hilt of his rapier. He was tense. He was ready. He might have been about to faint. It was hard to tell.

Horgan’s retainer’s voice was soft. None of them could hear it from their respective points along the perimeter. Corazón didn’t look especially surprised by any of it, which hopefully meant there was nothing odd about the rules of the duel.

From their spots, separated though each of them was, they all had the same thought at the same time: what would it take? What hadn’t they done? Would they need a spell? Some sort of quest? A skilled healer? Would another bop on the head really have done it?

A shrill whistle blew. Each of them was shaken out of their thoughts to see that the duel had begun, and Corazón was already flagging quickly. It was less of a duel and more of a chase, the enormous Horgan lumbering across the lawn after his smaller opponent. Corazón, for his part, was holding his ground… though “his ground” was constantly moving backwards across the lawn in zigzags.

His heel came dangerously close to a stray root, nearly hidden by the grass.

“Look out!” Egbert shouted. Merilwen, Dob, and Prudence shushed him. Horgan looked up and around for the source of the voice. Corazón, on the other hand, missed the warning entirely. His heel caught on the root, and he windmilled backwards, landing flat on his back.

Merilwen hesitated behind the topiary, one huge, clawed paw creeping around the side of the greenery. Was it go time? The others were in the same state of indecision, poised to attack but waiting to see what happened.

Corazón lifted his head slightly. The massive form of Horgan hovering over him, blade raised threatening, blocked out the faint light of sunrise. The sword hung there for a moment… then was flung across the lawn, accompanied by a disgusted sigh from Horgan.

“How very disappointing.”

The group shot each other quick glances. The message was clear. Well, clear-ish. “Stop Horgan before he can leave” was clear enough, but what would be done with him once apprehended was likely still up in the air. Corazón, unaware of any of this, propped himself up on his elbows.

“Where are you going?” he asked weakly. “We’re not done here.”

“I rather think we are.” Horgan shook his head in… amusement? Disappointment? It was hard to tell. “What a shame. You were so full of piss and vinegar yesterday, and today you’ve got no real fight in you.”

“I’ve got fight… I’ve got plenty of… hhhh.” Corazón put a hand to his head.

“Serves me right, thinking I’d get a good fight out of some puffed-up fake pirate.”

“... what did you say?” Corazón’s voice was suddenly oddly sharp and cold.

Horgan chuckled. “You heard me. You’re less convincing than the chap I hired for my niece’s seventh birthday party.” He waved a hand to his servant. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve not had breakfast yet and I’m peckish. Think I might go to the kitchen and have a bit of a graze.”

On his next step, Horgan’s booted foot slid forward, sending him falling backwards into a puddle of grease that had absolutely not been there moments ago. Now it was his turn to look up at a looming silhouette: Corazón de Ballena, sword pointing down threateningly in one hand, bacon sandwich in the other.

“How appropriate. You fight like a cow.”

Horgan spluttered, eyes bulging. “You… what nonsense is this!?”

“It’s called the power of grease, that’s what nonsense this is. Now get up and fight me so we can have our little talk. Or would you rather we just go ahead and burn your whole scene down?”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yeah, you’re right, I wouldn’t. I think Prudence might, though.” Corazón shouted toward the fence. “Prudence! Plan B for burn?”

Prudence threw her hands in the air. “Plan B for buuuurn!”

Horgan had managed to pull himself up to one knee, the grease still dangerously slick beneath him. “I said to come alone!”

“Yeah, well, pirate. Don’t know what you expected.” Corazón stepped back, taking a bite of his sandwich. “So, I’m calling this a win for Team Oxventure. Which means it’s time for some negotiations concerning your, er, current business model.”

“But…” Horgan looked in the direction of his servant. He was long gone. Whether he’d run off, or whether the large bear standing where he’d stood had disposed of him, Horgan couldn’t tell.

“Oh, yes. That’s our sustainability advisor, Merilwen. She’ll be taking over from here.”

Merilwen growled.

---

“So what you’re saying,” said Egbert, “is that my plan was the best and would have worked.”

“Hff… no! Absolutely not.” Corazón was rubbing a hand over his chin, displeased with the lack of facial hair. “A one-in-six chance of being turned into an animal is not a best plan. Why did you let me shave? I hate it.”

“It’ll grow back.” Prudence poured out a mug of slime beer… the last remaining barrel, which they’d taken with them as a gratuity after aggressively convincing Horgan to discontinue his fermented slime line. She offered the mug to Merilwen, who waved a hand in front of herself emphatically.

“No, I don’t want to drink the poor baby slimes…” The rest became too high-pitched and tearful to translate.

“I’ll drink the poor baby slimes.” Dob grabbed the mug and necked half of it, much to Merilwen’s chagrin. “Anyway, what snapped you out of it? Was it hitting your head again?”

Corazón wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Don’t know. I know I got really mad when whatsisname called me a fake pirate, and I wasn’t having that.”

Prudence’s eyes lit up. “Ohh, spite! Literally the one thing we didn’t think to try!”

“Well,” said Dob, passing Corazón his mended teacup topped off with beer, “I think we’ve all had a chance to learn something about friendship and patience and being true to ourselves.”

Egbert poured himself a pint. “I haven’t learned anything.”

“I have.”

Everyone looked at Corazón. “Have you?” Dob asked.

“Yep.” Corazón took a sip of beer from the teacup. “We are absolutely terrifying.”

Merilwen nodded sagely. 

“Yeah,” Prudence said dreamily. “It’s good.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my room, and I’m not coming out again until my good facial hair is back.” The door to the captain’s quarters slammed behind Corazón.

And that is the story of how the Oxventurers brought down a corrupt businessman with a breakfast sandwich.

#oxventure #outside xbox #i'm supposed to be writing other things but i won't tell if you won't #anyway yes i write stories a lot i do them for a living #please read them #i love approval from strangers

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

I get it, Anon, I get it. All of the Pillars are alive. But, I'll be lying if I said I'm not mad at Muzan, but he's hot. And Muzan you is still a dick.

HEEE HEEE *MJ voices*

Overall, this is really fun to write!

Kibutsuji Muzan x Friendly!Reader (Domestic Taisho EraAU)

Let's say. Muzan didn't really care about the Pillars. He actually sickened by "Killing Muzan by Ubuyashiki: A Whole Plan" scenarios, but keep searching for Blue Spider Lily.

He didn't order his Upper and Lower Moons to kill the Pillars. Whatever, they could slay his minions, yadda yadda but he will not lay up his hand on the Pillars nor the Ubuyashikis.

The reason was simple.

You.

"Muzan, it's me!" Your cheerful voice was heard from the front door, he stopped everything he do and quickly rushed to you

"Good morning, (y/n)."

"Morning, Muzan!" You put your shoes on the shoe rack. "I will make breakfast, like always! What do you want, Muzan?"

"Everything you cook will be fine by me."

"Okay!"

He actually didn't need to eat that, but seeing you with your Demon Slayer uniform covered with apron every morning was really pleasant. Also your food is somehow great on his taste bud.

"Oh, thank you for the antidote! Shinobu-chan said that she wanted to know you, but since you said to not tell anyone, I came up with a reason!" You put rice on his bowl and gave it to him.

"And what kind of reason you give to that Shinobu?" He took that bowl and started to eat. Who the fuck is Shinobu, he thought.

"I said that I picked it somewhere on the ground!"

"That's the stupidest reason you could come out with. And she believed that?"

"I don't know, she just sighed and continued her works." Muzan chuckled. He usually stared at you eating, almost forgot his own food.

He remembered the first time he met you. He was hiding after he lose on his fight with Tanjirou and the Pillars at Ubiyashiki residence.

Muzan recognized you as one of the new Pillars and about to change his appearance but he was caught by you. He really thought he will be killed

But instead, you said, "Are you lost? Can I help you? You look pale."

Instead killing you on the spot for saying him 'pale, he's playing along with the role, told you that his name is Toshikuni Muzan and he's a doctor who had special disease that couldn't stand under the sun.

When he knew that you are new Pillar, he thought about taking advantage from you to gather information about Demon Slayers. He thought about turning you into demon, or abducting you from there.

But none of it was done.

Now, the whole plan is a mess. His intelligence and tactical thoughts are useless. He was simply enthralled by your own charm. He could read your mind, clearer than the sky. He never sense any animosity thorough your head. It's just cloud of full happiness and full of kind thought.

He fell, really hard, for you.

And you didn't realize because thanks to you, the demon races including Upper and Lower Moons were about to extinct because he didn't create them anymore. He simply ordered his only trusted demon and Upper Moons now, Kokushibou and Akaza, to searched Blue Spider Lily. The rest could fuck off.

And now, you became his 'personal assistant' including his lover.

After cleaning the plates, you headed out to headquarters to give daily reports.

"Where's my daily kiss?"

"Hm, what kiss?" You stood in front of the shoe rack, looking confused.

"Here." He pointed his cheek.

"But aren't that supposed to do by married couple?" You tilted your head.

"Aren't we going to be a married couple soon?"

"We are going to be?" You became more confused, it made Muzan infuriated but he hid it well. "Just once won't hurt, I guess."

You tip-toed and hold his shoulder, did a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Have a good day."

"Bye, see you on night!"

You didn't live with him because you still have sick dad and little sister at your home. He has offered you to stay at his house, along with your family but you refused since you didn't want to disturb his research.

When you don't have something to do on the headquarters or currently not training your students, you visited him again in the afternoon.

You usually asked him what he wanted to do, helping him or sometimes just sitting on his lab and reading some journals he made.

"How is your father? Did the medicine I made worked?" He asked while shaking his test tube slowly.

"Yes!" You jumped from your seat and ran towards his desk. "He felt so much better! Thanks to you, Muzan! I probably never find a kind doctor like you!"

"Well, that compliment seems super honest to me."

"Of course, I'm honest! Right! How should I pay you back?"

"Date with me, tonight."

"Whaaat?? Aren't we always dating at night? Well, except the day when I have mission."

"That's fine."

"If you insist, we'll go!"

He smiled again. You always succeeded on attempt to make him pleased, more than anyone else. It's just a simpel thing though, but he appreciated it.

After eat lunch, you took a seat on his sofa, doze off and take a nap there. Muzan joined you, sometimes he slept on your thighs, sometimes you slept on his shoulder when he reading his book.

"Muzan-sama, I came to-"

"Ssh." Muzan put his finger in front of his lips when he saw Akaza from the window.

"Ah." Akaza lowered his voice when he peeked up on Muzan's shoulder. "Miss (y/n) is here, I see. Excuse me."

He didn't want anyone to disturb your nap. Not after he saw your eye bags, plus scars here and there.

Well, should I ordered my remained demons to escape or don't attack her, he thought. He looked at you again. Wow, what an idiot expression.

"Mu... Zan... How about... Scaly... Skin..."

He wiped your drool, and smiled with the same idiot expression with you.

It really hits different when people were in love, indeed.

When night comes, your 'date' with him is started.

You will hold his hand and pulled him around on the way. The reason, again, is simple.

"I'm not really familiar around this city."

"Huh? Even though you live near here? No worries! I'll be your guide!" You showed him smug smile, and grabbed his hand.

If Douma was around, he probably laughed at you because he knew that Muzan could remember roads and places in the blink of eye.

But, no, he won't tell you the truth.

When you walked around, you usually bumped on your fellow Pillars.

"Tanjirou!!"

"(y/n)! How are you doing?" Tanjirou approached you with bright smile.

"I'm great!"

"Did you just go alone? I just got news from Kasugaigarasu about this place. There are demons, it's dangerous to walk around alone in this city."

"Huh, but I walked with Mu- I mean, Toshikuni-san, my- eh? Where did he go."

"Hm?"

"It- It's my acquaintance." You looked around like a chick lose its mother.

"I see. Anyway, please be careful."

"I will! Thank you, Tanjirou!"

After Tanjirou waved his hand, you looked for him. "Muzan! Muzan, where are you- whoa!" You almost slipped and someone caught your back in time.

"Careful there, lady."

"Muzan! Where have you been? I just meet one of the strongest Pillar, I wanted to introduce you to him."

"I didn't want to meddle with Pillars except you."

"Why is that?"

"By the way-" He put a red hairpin on your hair. You tapped your head, feeling something. "Perfect."

"Muuuu, you always bought me things when we're dating! The only things I ever gave to you were handmade omamori and knitted scarf. It's so unfair!" You light-hitting his chest, he just laughed while playfully fend your hand.

"That's the essential of dating." He patted your hair. "Let's go."

You're still grumpy but soon forget about that. Both of you continued your walk, from the square to a little bit quiet place.

"Oh, hi, grandpa!! How is your udon selling today?"

"Auntie, let me help you!"

"Girl, you look cute on that dress!"

Muzan rubbed his forehead. Are you really not knowing the concept of 'Minding your own business'?

"You're really friendly."

"These are the people who helped me!"

"Just a little help."

"It means a lot for me!"

"Hah, read the situations will you." He mumbled. He didn't really like her being so friendly towards other. It really pissed him off.

"Oh? Oh? Muzan, are you jealous?" You elbowed his ribs.

"Yes, so kiss me." He moved his face towards you. You hold his face down.

"Why is everything had to be resolve by kiss?! Muzan you-"

You suddenly stopped. The sense of demons lingered around your body.

"Muzan, back off." You unsheathed your hidden sword. "The demons are here. Tanjirou was right about the rumour."

You didn't waste your time. Not wanting the demons attacking first, you went to the direction where the demons were ready to kill you.

He just stood there while crossing his arms, smile proudly of his little baby slashing down numerous demons in no time.

Oh, what a poor demons, they probably wanted to report something to Muzan. But nah, he will just ask Akaza what happened

"Done! I'll give the reports thorough my crows later."

"What a reckless move." He wiped the blood on your cheek. "I see you're not hurt anywhere. Thank you for protecting me."

"Of course!"

"Let us continue our walk."

It's just both of you now, heading back to home.

"You see, Muzan. I might kill demon and all but..." You looked down and smiled vaguely. "I wonder what kind of life they had before they become demon. Is she a daughter? Future bride? A samurai? I don't know. But I always pray they will get a good life in the next reincarnation after I ended their life as a demon."

"Really? How thoughtful of you." He stopped and stood in front of his house.

"Yeah. So-" You looked at his eyes, grabbing his hand and clasped it gently. "I hope you could heal, I hope you could see the sun, feeling the warm dissipate into your body on our next life. I hope we could meet on our next life."

Again, he read your mind. Nothing. just pure thought about him being a complete healthy... Human. It's weird because he saw the human value inside you.

He didn't just fell for you, he was demolished by you to the ground.

Your sister sometimes told you to stay him at night because he seems lonely.

"Nee-chan, I will take care of father."

"But-"

"I'm a Demon Slayer too, count on me!"

"Well..."

"Toshikuni-san looks lonely in that big house, as his lover shouldn't you accompany him?"

Since there's no problem with it, sometimes you went to his house an sleep with him. When you do, he's really happy and always promised he didn't do anything weird towards you without your consent.

His bed was so big, unlike the futon on your house. After change into your bed robe, you likes to roll around without worry.

"You really like my bed?"

"Uh-hum." You put your cheek on his pillows. "It smelled like you."

"That's why I told you to move here." He positioned himself besides you. He tugged you into the blanket, kissed you on the forehead and brought you closer to his chest. He caressed your back until you fell asleep.

"Good night, Muzan."

"Good night, (y/n). Sweet dreams."

He didn't need sleep, he only need you to stay by his side.

Oh how he wish he went back to human again.

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[nanigma]

Blue Lions Translation Chapter 4

Bringing you the next chapter in my project. Hope you guys enjoy!

As always, my financial situation isn’t the best, so if you feel like throwing some change my way for what I do here, here is the link to my ko-fi page. I really appreciate any amount you can give.

Also shoutout to the @teaveetamer​, who has been putting my translations in tables, for easier reading and comparison to the localization. I’ll do a better job of reblogging those from here on, but feel free to head to her blog to see what’s up. I am incredibly grateful for the help.

My comments in italics

Scene: The Enemy’s Aim

Dimitri: In preparation for the assassination attempt, we have been assigned to the defence of the monastery. That appears to be our mission this month.

Dimitri: The knights will be busy defending Rhea, but that's not where the enemy's true aim lies...

[Choose: What do you mean?]

Dedue: … Your Highness. Would you mind telling me as well?

[Choose: I agree] +Support with Dimitri

Dedue: … May I still ask what this is about?

Dedue sounds a bit snarky in Japanese here. The line delivery is perfectly stoic like always, but basically he goes “Can I still ask what’s going on first, before we continue this conversation?”.

[Continuing]

Dimitri: Lord Lonato went out of his way to carry a secret message with an assassination plot written on it, never thinking to get rid of it.

Dimitri: Doesn't it make you think... That the assassination plot was meant to hold everyone's attention while they are truly after something else?

[If Annette, Felix and Sylvain are alive]

Annette: If we are talking about valuables... That would be the treasure vault! Otherwise, there's the library or Professor Hanneman's room...

Felix: There are bound to be weapons stored at the monastery which might even rival the Heroes' Relics.

Sylvain: Well, no matter what they are after, we can't let any harm come to the girls at the monastery.

English adds a line to Sylvain’s dialogue about how he wouldn’t know what else to do in his free time, making him sound a bit more callous.

Dedue: So what you mean to say is... We should investigate the monastery to find out what the enemy is truly after?

Dimitri: That's right. And to prepare us for when we face the enemy, we need to invest in our training as well.

[Shamir and Cyril enter the scene]

Shamir: You conspiring together, Professor?

Literally she is saying “Are you sticking your faces together to conspire?”, which I find a funny way of phrasing it.

Shamir: Oh, I haven't given you my name yet. I am Shamir.

Dimitri: Shamir is a member of the knights of Seiros. And this boy here is...

Cyril: I am Cyril, an attendant of Lady Rhea and apprentice to Shamir.

[Choose: Attendant?]

Cyril: I take care of Lady Rhea's daily necessities.

This is interesting, because unlike the English version, this specifies Cyril’s role in Rhea’s services. He isn’t just a normal servant, he is her personal attendant, which is a pretty important job and normally wouldn’t involve some of the things we see him doing in his supports (like chopping wood), so I assume those are tasks he himself took on.

[Choose: Apprentice?]

Cyril: I am trained in stuff like swords and bows.

Cyril: I wish to protect Lady Rhea as well... That's why I am Ms. Shamir's apprentice.

Shamir: Cyril adores Rhea, you see. Well, we each gotta do what we can.

In English, Shamir tells Byleth they can ask her anything.

Exploration

Dimitri

[Quest: Learning the Enemy’s Aim]

Dimitri: If the enemy truly has a different aim, then we need to find it out ahead of time.

Dimitri: It really seems there is no other option than to explore the monastery on our own, searching each place individually.

Dimitri: Afterwards we need to gather information from everyone living here. If we manage to come up with something, let’s speak again.

[If talked to again with insufficient information]

Dimitri: There's still some places I'd like more information on. Is there no one else who seems likely to hear us out?

[If talked to again with enough information]

Dimitri: … I see. To the church, there is something they put above all else.

Dimitri: On the day of the ceremony, it will be much easier to enter compared to normally, due to being opened for the public. That would be...

[Choose: The enemy will target the Greenhouse?] and [Choose: The enemy will target the dining hall?]

Dimitri: … How could that be the case?

Fun fact: When I first read the line, I thought the そうなる was referring to Byleth and he said “Why are you like this?” xD

Dimitri: Yes, I am afraid so.

Dimitri: We still do not know their objective, but the chances of them targeting the Holy Mausoleum are high.

Dedue

Dedue: I thought to help the monks with their duties, but they refused.

Dedue: They said you can never know when someone from Duscur will betray you and that I might be involved with the plot.

English just had them more concisely say that “no one from Duscur can be trusted, especially now”

Dedue: ...Them being nervous about the current situation is to be expected.

Felix

Felix: … An assassin targeting the archbishop, you say? I hope they are worth fighting.

[Choose: I hope so too] +Support with Felix 

Felix: … Hah. It appears we are of the same mind.

[Choose: I want to avoid a battle]

Felix: … That's just what you think.

“That’s just, like, your opinion, man.”

Ashe

Ashe: Ah, Professor... I am sorry. I was just thinking about Lord Lonato...

Ashe: … Sorry for being in such a state at a time like this. It seems I still haven't been able to sort out my feelings.

[Choose: It can't be helped] and [Choose: Pull yourself together] +Support with Ashe for the latter

Ashe: … Thank you. I'll still be taking care of my duties of course.

Ashe: By the way, my younger siblings, who were living at Castle Gaspard, are both well.

Ashe: They are still very young, but it seems they've been taken in by a nearby church...

Ashe: … Even with everything that’s happened, this gives me some peace of mind.

Sylvain

Sylvain: Haah, there's no class on the day of the festivities, so I thought I'd be able to fool around all day..

Sylvain: Hey, Professor. Do you really think they specifically chose the day of the ceremony of rebirth for their assassination plan?

Sylvain: You'd think there’d be times where security would be less severe.

Sylvain: In that case, I wonder if there's a reason it simply had to be that one day?

Mercedes

Mercedes: There are a lot of treasures at the monastery. The enemy is probably after them.

Mercedes: But really, it is such a dreadful thought. To even think someone would steal church property.

Annette

Annette: Ehehe, I came here to buy ingredients for making sweets. Ah, I'm not just messing around or anything.

Annette: I thought it'd be nice to have something on the go for when I get into fights during my patrol.

[Choose: That's a great idea] +Support with Annette

Annette: Ehehe, right? Once I get better at cooking, I'll let you know how to make them, Professor.

[Choose: There's no reason to make sweets...]

Annette: I think eating sweets helps cheer you up... Ah, didn't you say you liked spicy food, Professor?

Ingrid

Ingrid: Professor. Although the investigation is important, you also have to take care not to neglect your training.

Ingrid: In case a battle happens, it wouldn't do to have the tables turned on us.

Ingrid: As we have no idea about the identity of our enemy, we can't be too careful about this.

Scene: The Goddess’ Right of Rebirth

[If you have not completed the quest “Finding the Enemy's Aim”]

Dimitri: At last the Goddess' Rite of Rebirth has begun. … And yet, we have been unable to narrow down what exactly our enemy is after.

Dimitri: The only thing we can do is immediately respond to whatever occurs as we patrol the monastery.

[If Felix and Annette are alive]

Felix: Tch... Being one step behind is hardly gratifying.

Annette: Ah, I baked us some sweets in case we get hungry during our patrol.

Annette: Though I might have messed them up a bit...

Dimitri: Annette... About that explosion in the kitchen last night...

[If you did complete the quest]

Dimitri: At last the Goddess' Rite of Rebirth has begun. We shall move out exactly as we discussed.

Dedue: Yes. Leave it to us. … Professor, you are well prepared as well, right?

[Choose: I am all set.]

Ingrid: Right, we also managed to figure out the enemy's goal after all. Let us do our duty!

[Choose: I don't think so.]

Mercedes: Oh my, the Professor doesn't have faith in this. How disconcerting.

[Choose: I am hungry.]

Annette: Eh? Ah, I'll sneak you some of my sweets after this.

[Continuing]

Dimitri: Professor. We are counting on you. Now then....

[Seteth+Flayn Dialogue. 100% identical between routes.]

Dedue: So it's time.

[If you have not completed the quest]

Dimitri: I managed to narrow down a few places that caught my attention.

Dimitri: Let's check on them one by one. The second floor, the white tower, and after that in the basement... the Holy Mausoleum.

[If you did complete the quest]

Dimitri: Now, let's hide in the agreed spot. We'll stand watch over the entrance to the Holy Mausoleum.

Dimitri: If any suspicious people should enter, we will capture them one and all. All right?

Battle: Aussault at the Godess’ Right of Rebirth

[If you have not completed the quest]

Dimitri: Tch... we were one step behind. It seems the enemy has already infiltrated this place.

[If you have completed the quest]

Dimitri: It is just as we thought. The enemy did actually infiltrate this place.

Mysterious Mage: Those guys from the Central Church already noticed us.... Buy me some time until I lift the seal!

Western Church Soldier: Hahaha!

Dimitri: The enemy is seeking something inside... Saint Seiros coffin. They can't possibly be after her remains, can they?

Dimitri: Although we definitely want to defeat them before they can open Saint Seiros' casket...

Dimitri: Take a close look at the floor. It seems some kind of mechanism was set up here.

Dimitri: Attacking from the best possible position as we proceed, while keeping an eye on the enemies' weapons, seems to me for the best.

Mysterious Mage: Death Knight! You are very strong, yes? Scatter them!

Death Knight: I do not take orders from the likes of you... And facing off against the weak is boring.

Dimitri: … He seems quite experienced. Challenging this knight recklessly would be a foolish idea.

Mercedes VS Death Knight

Mercedes: My my, how scary. Go easy on me, okay?

Death Knight: You are... I see... this chance meeting... was once again fated.

Mercedes: Yeees...? Just what could you be talking about?~

[When the battle ends and the Death Knight retreats]

Dimitri: … He got away. Right now, we'd best give up on any plans of chasing him.

Dimitri: That said... Professor. That sword, that glow... could it be...

Scene: Judgement

[Right after the scene with Rhea]

Dimitri: ….And there you have it. It seems as if the assassination attempt and the attack on the Holy Mausoleum were all orchestrated by the Western Church.

Dimitri: The whereabouts of the masked knight who led the attack are as yet unknown.

Dedue: Still, why would the Western Church do this?

Dimitri: It's because the Church of Seiros is not a unified entity, Dedue.

Dimitri: The church's management is in the hands of the leaders here are Garreg Mach. Even on the Church Council, the Western Church's voice is very weak.

Dimitri: The Western Church must have nursed dissatisfaction with the Central Church for some time.

[Choose: The Western Church...] and [Choose: The Central Church?]

Dimitri: Ah, that's right. Sir Jeralt mentioned that you did not grow up within the church.

Dimitri: The Holy Church of Seiros operates from multiple different branches across Fodlán.

Dimitri: The biggest is the Central Church, whose headquarters are here at Garreg Mach...

Dimitri: The Western Church lies far to the west of Gaspard Castle, where Lord Lonato raised his troops.

Dimitri: Their headquarters are on the other side of the most durable fortress city in the Kingdom, Arianrhod.

Dimitri: It seems the current incident was about the Western Church aiming to throw off the Central Church's authority and eliminate Lady Rhea.

Dimitri: Naturally in this case, the Knights of Seiros make an inquiry concerning their leaders... no, they will ride out to subjugate them.

Dedue: If they do... it will also be our duty to help them, right, Your Highness?

Dimitri: Yeah. However, you really are strange, Professor. To think that someone could be born in Fodlán...

Dimitri: And live their life without any contact with the church, is quite an unbelievable thing.

Dedue: … I wonder why the archbishop would appoint them as Professor.

[If Ashe, Mercedes and Ingrid are alive] 

Ashe: Um... Lady Rhea had all the people from the Western Church killed, right?

Mercedes: It couldn't be helped. Going against the teachings is something that just isn't done...

Ingrid: … Those who do not conform can only be killed. Still, Professor, I....

Seteth: There you are, Professor. It seems the archbishop has something to tell you. Come with me.

#nanigma translates #3H #blue lions

[houseisekai]

House Isekai: A Realm Reborn - Prologue

It has been two years since House Isekai last fought side by side. Everyone has moved on with their lives, growing as people, as well as fighters.

However for some, it has left them nothing to do as they sit around. These thoughts are the first thing that springs to mind for Kazuma...

[Dead Broke - Konosuba OST]

Kazuma sat on the chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest sighing loudly.

No one was in the house currently. Megumin was off casting explosions with Yunyun, Darkness, surprisingly, was off doing Noble duties. And as for Aqua...

Who the hell knows what she was up to right now?

(Kazuma) “So...god damn...BORED.”

He slumped back on the couch, grumbling to himself. Nothing sounded particularly entertaining or stimulating right now.

Kazuma got off and began pacing back and forth trying to think of something.

This was the fourth week in a row he had done nothing. At first he loved it. Then it hit him, there was no one at home to even talk to since they were off doing their own thing.

He had gotten exactly what he wanted, peace and quiet.

Now, he had too much of it. There was no devil king to defeat, no quests to do, no one to even have lunch with. No world to sa-

...No. Definitely not that.

Kazuma had that experience too many times. Granted, it was only twice, but it’s not like he wanted a third.

(Kazuma) “GOD DAMN IT!”

He kicked the table leg in frustration, which only made his foot hurt and made him swear even more.

Kazuma shook his head and went into the kitchen. He swung open the pantry, trying to find any bottles of wine-

They were gone.

Why the hell were they go-

(Kazuma) !!! “THAT BLUE LITTLE BITCH.”

Aqua took all of it. Literally all of it. Even the ones he thought he hid.

To say anyone outside could hear him would have been an understatement. Anyone in a 50 mile radius could feel his anger.

He made one last scream of pure unadulterated anger before he fell to the floor, ready to cry.

There was literally nothing to do. Nothing at all.

...

...

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

(Kazuma) “...The hell?”

He sat up, feeling a vibration in his pocket.

Raising an eyebrow, he reached into it and pulled out a small crest.

(Kazuma) “When was this in my-”

It was a tiny badge of House Isekai’s logo.

(Kazuma) “Man...That’s something I haven’t thought of in a while...Wait a second, we never had anything like this, why the hell is it in my pocket?”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

(Kazuma) “...How do I make it shut up?”

He tried poking it.

Beep! Beep! Be-

He tried poking it multiple times. Except harder.

Beep! Be-

(Kazuma) “...”

He put it on the table, took a deep breath, then crushed it with his fist.

SLAM!

DING DING!

(Kazuma) “Thank go-”

BZZZRRRRRT!

Kazuma was about to scream before he heard a voice coming from it.

[Arcana Code - Fire Emblem: Three Houses OST]

(Familliar Woman’s Voice) “-...questing immediate assistance from anyone that can hear this. If you are able, please arrive at Garreg Mach. This message will now repeat.”

(Kazuma) “...The fu-Sitri?!”

(Sitri’s Voice) “This is Sitri Eisner of Garreg Mach Monastery. House Isekai, we are requesting immediate assistance from anyone that can hear this. If you are able, please arrive at Garreg Mach. This me-”

Kazuma was shocked to hear her.

He thought that whole deal with House Isekai was a one and done case. They’d team up and whatever, then save the day, then piss off, never to hear each other again.

(Kazuma) “FINALLY SOMETHING TO DO!”

He got up excitedly before it dawned on him. Going back to Fodlan meant it could be really really annoying. Especially depending on who shows back up.

Though...it could mean something like last time could happen.

(Kazuma) “On second thought:”

Kazuma sat down in his couch, refusing to get up.

...

...

...

...

...

(Kazuma) “...Oh for fucks sake-”

He mumbled to himself as he got up and put his adventurer gear on. He grabbed his trusty sword and dagger and headed out the door, grabbing the badge.

(Kazuma) “Let’s go already...Actually, how do I even...?”

There was no Tower in Kazuma’s world. Since Aqua wasn’t here, he wasn’t even sure how to get to Fodlan to begin with.

Kazuma brought out the small badge and stared at it, looking for a button.

After a few minutes, he found nothing.

He scratched his head and held it up close to his mouth.

(Kazuma) “Er...this is Kazuma, I can help?”

Immediately, a portal opened up in front of him, the other side showing a reflection of Zanado.

(Kazuma) “...I swear Slayer, you can make the weirdest shit.”

He stretched his arms before going through the portal.

Once he was through, the portal closed behind him and he was inside a room covered in crystal.

(Kazuma) “Is this...the tower?”

(Familliar Girl’s voice) “Kazuma?”

Kazuma turned around and saw the others that had arrived.

[Musica Universalis - Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers OST]

(Towa) “Oh my gosh, it really is you!”

(Rean) “Hah, long time no see, Kazuma.”

(Aigis) “It is good to see you.”

Kazuma smiled and waved his hand.

(Kazuma) “Yo. I see you guys grew up a bit.”

Towa and Rean were now wearing white uniforms, looking a few years older. Rean at least did, Towa was still as small as ever.

Aigis was now sporting a black business suit. At first glance you couldn’t even tell she was mechanical. And instead of a bow, she now had a tie.

(Rean) “What about you? Doesn’t seem like you changed much.”

(Kazuma) “No I...Pretty much...didn’t...”

He had spent one part of the two years actually doing something eventful. The remaining time had wasted it away doing pretty much nothing.

(Kazuma) “Anyways, why did Sitri call us in? Any of you guys know?”

(Towa) “Oh, so you heard that message too!”

Everyone took out a similar badge, like Kazuma’s.

(Aigis) “I do not recall having this before we left Fodlan.”

(Rean) “Well, I think Slayer had something to do with us having this. He DID develop that call system after all.”

(Towa) “I suppose we’ll ask later. We need to get to Garreg Mach, the message sounded pretty urgent!”

(Kazuma) “Right, right...How do we get there?”

Rean looked at his hand and shrugged, deciding to try his idea out.

(Rean) “Valimar?”

Valimar’s voice could be heard throughout the entire room.

(Valimar’s Voice) “Yes, Rean?”

(Towa) “Oh wow, it worked.”

(Rean) “Could you teleport us to Garreg Mach from the Tower?”

(Valimar’s Voice) “Affirmative. Do you require my presence as well?”

(Rean) “No, that won’t be necessary. Thank you.”

A portal opened up once more, and it seemed like it was directly outside the monastery.

(Aigis) “Convenient.”

(Kazuma) “Ugh, we gotta walk...”

(Towa) “Oh come on, it’ll be just a short one! We’re right outside the gates.”

(Rean) “Let’s head out. I don’t think anyone else is coming for right now.”

Everyone went into the portal, and it slowly closed behind them.

...

Hangar, Thor’s Military Academy Branch Campus

Valimar was about to deactivate once more before seeing the members of Class VII walk up to him.

(Juna) “No one else is here, right?”

(Altina) “Correct. It is just us.”

Nodding, Juna turned to Valimar.

(Juna) “H-Hey. Valimar?”

Valimar’s eyes flashed green.

(Valimar) “Class VII. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

(Ash) “Mind explaining what the hell Rean just did?”

(Kurt) “Yes, did he and Instructor Towa just...walk through a portal?”

(Valimar) “Affirmative.”

(Musse) “Is...that normal for them?”

(Valimar) “No. It has been two years since he and the original Class VII used it.”

They all looked at each other, confused.

(Ash) “Hey, open a portal for us too-”

(Kurt) “What? Why would you want to-”

(Musse) “I wanna know where Instructor Rean went! Maybe its where he gets so strong.~”

(Ash) “Actually yeah, good point. I was wanting to follow just for fun, let’s do that instead!”

(Altina) “Data shows that this will end badly-”

(Ash) “Too late, open it!”

(Valimar) “Hm...I suppose if you are in their hands...Very well. Opening portal.”

Garreg Mach Monastery, Gates...

[Life at Garreg Mach Monastery - Fire Emblem: Three Houses OST]

BING, BING BING BING, BONG!

Classes had been dismissed for the day, so the entire monastery exploded into a hub of activity.

Rean, Aigis, Towa, and Kazuma walked through the gates, getting a rush of nostalgia.

As they looked around, most of the damage had been repaired, though there were still some workers fixing rubble here and there.

The four of them walked up to the entrance hall, they didn’t see even a single familiar face.

Even the gatekeeper was someone new. Upon closer inspection, the guards appeared to be from all three nations, Alliance, Kingdom, and Imperial soldiers.

(Kazuma) “Place has certainly changed, huh?”

(Towa) “I had no idea they were able to get things working this fast again in just 2 years...”

(Rean) “Maybe we can ask around, excuse me!”

(Imperial Guard) “Hm?”

(Rean) “We’re looking for Sitri Eisner?”

(Imperial Guard) “Sorry fella, she’s busy.”

(Aigis) “With what?”

(Imperial Guard) “Can’t say. Outsiders aren’t allowed to know the inner workings of Garreg Mach for security reasons.”

(Kazuma) “Outsiders? Ungrateful little, WE-”

(Rean) “-ARE so sorry about him, thank you so much for your time.”

Rean and Aigis held Kazuma off before he could explode into a rant, Towa bowing in apologies, then they left further into the entrance hall.

(Kazuma) “Why the hell did you hold me back?! Outsiders my ass, we’re the ones who saved Fodlan!”

(Aigis) “It is advised we keep our voices down. We do not know what the state of Fodlan, given current data.”

(Rean) “A lot can happen in two years after all...”

(Towa) “We should just look around anyway, we know Garreg Mach like the back of our hand!”

As soon as they stepped through the gates, all of them stopped dead in their tracks.

Lamp posts were put alongside the sidewalks, with a massive hangar in the distance being where the Cathedral used to be.

And outside of the Cathedral, several massive stone golems were walking out, armed with swords. In fact, they looked like rougher versions of Valimar.

Some of the guards had glowing armor with what looked like small cannons on their shoulders.

One guard had a crystal pulled out of his pocket, and displayed a screen of information to him, something straight out of a science fiction novel.

In a fantasy world that relied on magic.

Even the students appeared to have these devices on them.

(Rean) “...Huh.”

(Towa) “Me and my big mouth...”

(Kazuma) “What the fuck?”

(Aigis) “I do believe I am processing an error?”

...

Sitri entered the room and everyone went quiet as she moved to the center.

She took a moment to look at the students in front of her. There were only five, but these were supposedly the best of the best of the three houses.

(Sitri) “Kairos, Astrid, Helena, Elizabeth and...Stefan, yes?”

(Kairos) “Yes ma’am.”

(Astrid) “That’s us!”

(Helena) “Yup.”

(Elizabeth) “Oh good, you took care to remember my name!”

Stefan put on his helmet before responding.

(Stefan) “Yeah, you got it right.”

Sitri nodded clearing her throat.

(Sitri) “Then let’s get started.”

=====

Every end marks a beginning:

The end of the Church, leading into Fodlan’s restoration.

The end of House Isekai, leading into...

A Realm Reborn

=====

[Raise Your Flag - MAN WITH A MISSION]

Raise your flag With all your voice With all your voice Shout it out loud with all your voice One day Someday somewhere Dream on as we wander Under pressure, you are waiting for direction Going on the road without your mind All misleads they give ignoring our decisions Killing yourself your soul we have inside Continue the struggle and feel like you're discouraged Rise up again to run to the end In between the never-ending dream We can struggle and muzzle the world before it fades away Raise your flag With all your voice With all your voice Shout it out loud with all your voice One day Someday somewhere Believing that we will reach that goal Come on and Raise your flag So just Raise your flag No matter how many times we feel defeated or lost As long as we breathe As long as we carry on Dream on as we wander

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #satou kazuma #Rean Schwarzer #towa herschel #aigis #sitri eisner

[cremxtedashes]

Atop the Mountain

decided to write fluff with albedo<3 

Ever the people pleaser, you had agreed to help the renowned alchemist Albedo out with some experiments. Afterall, this wasn’t anything new for you- although you were more skilled with a sword than an alchemical table, you could understand the basics. And, hey, maybe you’d get some sort of extra elemental power if things were to go awry.

Getting sat on the table with your legs spread and laid bare wasn’t really what you had in mind.

“Stunning,” Albedo’s voice was quiet as he rubbed your legs, starting from your knee and working his way up to squeeze your hips. “Forgive me, I know I’m procrastinating a bit. I'm just familiarizing myself a bit.”

Resisting the urge to shiver (though you supposed you could blame it on the cold winds of Dragonspine), you shift slightly in place. He was doing nothing but stroking your legs, yet it seemed to be starting a small fire in the pit of your stomach. Or perhaps it was the warmth potion you had taken when scaling the mountain, surely that was it.

“What are you doing now, exactly?” You asked, voice not nearly as stable as you wanted it to be.

Pausing his ministrations, Albedo looked up to meet your gaze. “I’m testing a theory about the possibility that arousal could cause an influx of elemental power. Was my earlier explanation not sufficient?”

“No, not really,” You said. “I mean, why not just… try this out on yourself?”

“You have special energy to you, you and I both know that,” Albedo responded so easily, as though he already had every question you could ask planned out beforehand. “Plus… I don’t think that would be nearly as enjoyable. I’ll stop if you want me to, otherwise go ahead and relax. I’ll make this good for you, I promise.”

It seemed as though your body knew exactly what it wanted, for you were laying back fully on the table before your mouth could even respond. There was a pleased hum from the blond before his hands began to trace your inner thighs, massaging them skillfully. Dull nails scratched down towards your kneecaps, making you exhale a small laugh. When you heard the sound of shuffling, you didn’t pay it any mind. Maybe he was just repositioning himself.

And, you know, you weren’t wrong. You just didn’t expect the warm air breathing right against your underwear. Jerking your legs shut didn’t even help; Albedo’s hands were prying your thighs open. Propping yourself up with your elbow, you timidly asked, “What are you doing?”

“Relax.” You waited for some more exposition, however none came. Once he felt the muscles relax in his palms, his mouth moved to kiss at your leg, lingering a bit before dragging his tongue up, up and towards the peak of your legs.

The first lick felt like lightning had struck you; your body lurched and your hands flew to grasp some of the blond locks. Even with the thin fabric separating your skin from his tongue, it was… a lot. Tightening his grip, Albedo licked at your slit with no apparent goal in mind at first. Like all great minds, any little sigh or gasp had him analyzing what got that specific reaction. Evident from the way he would circle his tongue around your clit to dipping it further into the overly prominent slick leaking through. Your mind was growing hazy, and inadvertently you bragan to use his hair as a way to guide him closer to you.

It continued like that for a while, you grinding against his face as Albedo pleasured you with his mouth. Heartbeat pounding in your ear, you could barely register when Albedo moves a hand from your thigh to tug your undergarments to the side, leaving you fully exposed.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “This okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop,” you begged. You’ll feel embarrassed for that later. In the moment, all you needed was his mouth back on you. Albedo hummed, breath ghosting over your bare pussy. Starting at your entrance, he lapped up towards your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before dipping back down. Slowly, Albedo pulled back with a breathless chuckle.

“This is bad,” he mumbled, wiping at his mouth. “This, ahem, this is definitely a little bit further than I intended to go, I will admit.”

“Wait, you’re not just gonna stop, are you?” You cried, forcing yourself to sit up. Seemingly surprised by your attitude, Albedo’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “Just, um, look. It’s obviously doing something, right? So… So you should document the changes going on. Biology is science, and I’m sure it’s connected to alchemy somehow!”

“You…” Albedo stared at you, mouth a small ‘o’ before breaking into a laugh. “Hah, I suppose you’re right. Afterall, you are my special experiment, it’d be a disservice to stop now.”

Satisfied, you guided his head back between your legs. Wasting no more time, Albedo’s tongue eagerly lapped at your slit as though he were starved. Though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the belt holding his pants up come undone with a ‘clink’. Thinking of a small quip, you open your mouth to comment only to squeak as his lips closed around your clit. Your body jerked, head falling forward as he sucked gently.

From the moment you had met him, Albedo had captured your attention immediately. And now, being able to see the flush high on his cheeks, the way his brows are furrowed in concentration even now makes your heart flutter. Pulse pounding in your ears, your eyes slipped shut. Each stroke of your clit, each thrust of his tongue inside your walls drove white hot pleasure through your veins. You weren’t trying to be too vocal, as you know there weren’t any doors to guard you from stray hilichurls hearing the racket. Who knows, maybe your elemental abilities will be heightened after all; if Albedo had to stop for whatever reason, you would gladly wreck havoc. Speaking of, Albedo was gladly using your pussy to muffle his own moans as he stroked himself. Each one vibrated through your body in a way that you hadn’t experienced before. As he grew closer and closer, his ministrations seemed to grow sloppier, wetter if that was even possible. Gently, you knocked his face down a bit lower to pay attention to your hole. As his tongue began to thrust in and out of you at record pace, you began to rub at your clit, trying to get your approaching orgasm to come a bit quicker.

Finally, you could feel it in the way your muscles began to tighten. Toes curling, you let out a satisfied moan as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Albedo came not too long after you did, face buried in your cunt and your inner walls clenching around his tongue.

It took a few moments for your breathing to return to normal, and… oh, you were sticky. Kinda just hit you in that moment that there weren’t any showers on top of a sub zero mountain. Albedo, who looked aware of both your predicaments chuckled, standing on wobbly knees with his pants still shucked down (though his shirt gave him at least some decency).

“I’ll, ah, I’ll get some cloth to wash ourselves with. We can make our trek down to the camp for a proper shower, if that sounds alright?”

With a pleased hum, you slipped off the table and gave a ‘mmf’ in agreement. Not wanting to dwell on any sort of feelings for now, you re adjusted your panties (soaked from slick and spit) and evaluated the situation. You supposed your first mission was to locate your pants, wherever those ended up...

[cinnbar-bun]

A Fool, a Sage, and a Lonely Friend (Lucilius x Reader x Beelzebub) [Part 1]

Summary: You have been forsaken and abandoned by the master who molded you, who spoke their divine wisdom to you, and who had left you alone in the new world. Revenge comes in the form of two Astrals who look incredibly similar to those figures who you used to be connected to. What simple fools they are, eager to hear your every word as they slowly break down the world you despise so much... if only they would stop thinking of those other clones of you. 

Warning: Spoilers for lots of plots in GBF as well as lots of me creating a backstory and my own sort of lore that can kinda relate in canon, but is not actually canon. Please bear that in mind. Major Character Death as well as some swearing occasionally. 

Note: Reader is an evil nasty person. Reader is basically the equivalent of Helel or Lucio (whichever you prefer), while also having two different forms (similar to the whole “rules of three” thing with Lucio/Lucilius/Lucifer). With that in mind, enjoy and please make sure to leave a like or reblog! Also, the reader’s divine name will be a bit different at first but it’ll make since later.

“Helel ben an-Nar...” Sahar called to you, a forlorn look in his eyes as his lips tightened to form a frown. “What are you doing?” 

“An-Nar...I despise that name now.” You responded, sneering.

“What do you mean?” 

“Why should I be called that when I was named from an unworthy master? It’s disgusting that name is attached to me. I despise that I was given this hideous form as well.” 

He stepped closer to you, his footsteps echoing in the silent chamber. 

“Don’t speak about our master that way, he is not unworthy nor as he-”

“I tire of your speech, brother.” Instead of softening at the term of endearment, it sent a cold shiver down his spine. “Aren’t you tired of waiting? Aren’t you tired of all of this? It’s ridiculous we must wait around like fools for nothing. Why don’t you just open your eyes? We have been forgotten.” You turned and faced him, your eyes glaring daggers at him. 

“We have not. Things happen for a reason and we must be patient.” 

“There you go again! ‘Be patient’, what for? Even you must realize we have received nothing! We are nothing now! And I’m sick of being patient and waiting. I thought you would know better, but I guess you are still as weak as before! Even you, the shining light of the speakers- you’ve heard absolutely nothing from our master! Hah!” You laughed arrogantly as he bit his lip and shook his head. 

“You are still as stubborn and childish as ever. It pains me to see you reduced to this an-Nar.” Sahar gazed at you sadly. “You were always so eager to work and help. What happened?” 

“What happened is I stopped groveling like a dog for a master who does not call to us. I stopped pretending he was coming to us. Open your eyes, Sahar, we are fated to be alone.” 

“There must be a reason-”

“There is none. Stop excusing this behavior. You know better than I how we are truly useless.” Your (e/c) eyes bored into his pale blue ones. Your stance made him nearly weep. You were once so close to him, someone who stood by his and Shalem’s side, who used to smile at him with such glowing eyes and a bright smile. But now, they were dead and cold. All the light had been stripped from them as you furrowed your brows. “I have no use for a world that has no need for me.” 

Just as you had uttered that, your eyes glowed a bright red as you summoned your flaming sword. 

“And I shall start with you.” 

~

You woke up with a shaky breath as you gulped and held a hand to your chest. 

What a strange nightmare...

Sahar...an-Nar...master? What did any of those things mean? 

You shook your head and sat straight up, noticing you were not in your bed, but instead a rather messy and scattered lab. You chuckled to yourself as you pulled the small blanket off of you, thanking your friend for giving it to you. 

“You’re finally awake.” He said, his monotone voice startling you as you looked up at him. He was scribbling notes as he poked and prodded at a strange crystal. You smiled gently, rubbing the tired out of your eyes. 

“Thank you, Lucilius.” You said. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything.” He said as continued working. His face was stone cold, but after knowing him for so long, you merely waved off his obvious lie.

“Sure. Whatever you say. Where’s Beelzebub?” You asked. 

“Hell if I know.” Lucilius mumbled, still not looking at you. 

“How do you not know where he is?” 

“Do I look like his babysitter? It’s tiring enough that I have to care for you already.” He huffed. 

“But you love me!” You whined. 

“Never said that.” He argued. 

“Actually you did.”

“No.”

“Mhm. You did. You have done so multiple times.” You folded your arms. 

“I have not. Don’t push your luck.” He chided. You noticed his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, so pale you would’ve missed it if you blinked. You smirked victoriously. 

“Alright, Faa.” You said, calling him by his least favorite nickname. 

“Don’t call me that, (Y/n).” 

“Just did. I’m going to find Bubz.” You poked his shoulders as you stepped away and ran out the door of the lab. You searched through the large corridors and rooms of the pristine building, eager to find your other best friend. You gazed at the bright light of the sun beaming through the windows and smiled at how warm it felt. 

Life was undeniably perfect. 

As your eyes trailed to the scenery outside, you noticed a black hood in the mix of the patches of grass. You gasped and ran outside, running to the large tree that he was resting under. 

“Bubz!” You shouted, waving your arms frantically. He sat up and looked at you in confusion before you tackled him to the ground in a hug. 

“(Y/n), must you always run into me like this?” He sighed. 

“I can’t help it, I just get excited when I see you.” You admitted. He sneered and patted the area next to him, out of the shade of the tree. You laughed as you basked in the sun’s rays as he stayed in the dark. 

“How was your nap?” He asked. 

“Oh, it was weird. I had a crazy dream... I don’t understand it, if I’m being honest.” You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. It wasn’t the first time you dreamt of something like this. You once had a dream of a person named “Shalem”, with dark skin and bright yellow hair that looked like gold thread. Instinctively, you gently touched Beelzebub’s braid. 

“I’m guessing it wasn’t good?” He asked. 

“I...I don’t know...I just remember... me...but not me... screaming and yelling at someone. I... I was going to kill them...” You stammered out. The “someone” looked so similar to Lucilius, albeit different from your friend. He had long white hair and wore a tunic that flowed as if by magic. He was someone special. 

But why would you want to hurt him? 

You sighed and Beelzebub awkwardly patted your head. 

“I can’t say I don’t feel the same. I’ve also had rather strange dreams too.” 

“It just felt so...”

“Real?” A voice cut in. You turned around and saw Lucilius standing along the doorway of the garden, his arms folded as his face remained in that same bored expression as always. 

“You have them too?” You asked. He didn’t respond, instead just sitting next to you and staring at the sky. 

It was silent as the three of you sat, the grass tickling your skin as the wind rustled the leaves of the tree. 

You contemplated your thoughts for a moment before you looked up again. 

“Thank you, you two.” You hummed. 

“What?” They both said as they looked at you curiously. 

“I just think it’s nice...to be have you two as friends. I’ve been alone all my life until you two accepted me. I want this friendship to stay forever.” You explained. 

The two boys looked at each other, a certain feeling of warmth and bitter jealously filling the air. You didn’t notice as you sighed deeply. 

“And...I’m sorry. For being so useless time and time again. I know I am not someone you two should be associating with and yet, I don’t want you two to leave me alone. Could you allow me to be selfish this one time?” You asked. 

“Don’t ask stupid questions you already know the answer to.” Lucilius said as he folded his arms. 

“It’s pointless of us to abandon you. We’re all in the same boat.” Beelzebub tiredly stated. 

You nodded, but something about their statements made you feel off. 

No. You were not the same. You were never the same to them. 

You were always the useless third wheel, who had no special talents or skills that the Council saw as necessary. Sure, you three may have been orphans together, but they had a talent that you could never hope to have. 

The thought made your mood dwindle significantly. Lucilius seemed to notice and rolled his eyes. 

“Honestly, I don’t get you. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have talked to you. Get that through your thick skull already.” Lucilius snapped. He always was aggressive and terrible at saying his feelings, no doubt a side effect he developed due to the cruel adult Astrals. Beelzebub sneered and laid back down. 

“I don’t usually say this often, but I agree with him. If I did not desire your presence I would not have cared to interact with you.” 

It cheered you up a bit when they both placed their hands on yours. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop being gloomy. I want to be the best I can be for you two. Can we promise this though? To stay friends forever?” You asked. 

“We just said-” You cut Lucilius off. 

“No, we need to make this official, Faa. Come on. Pinkies out.” The two sighed as they did so, and you wrapped yours around their slender fingers. 

“This is so stupid.” 

“I don’t see how this makes it ‘official’.” 

“You two are such downers. It’s a promise that we will stay together as friends! Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!” You said. 

“Don’t stick a needle in your eye.” 

“It’s just an expression!” 

“It’s a stupid expression.” 

~

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He shouted. 

“Yes. I am aware. In order to gain my freedom, I need to destroy all that stands in my way. You are the first that needs to go.” You stated, your blade pointed mere inches from his neck. 

“I’m not going to fight you, my friend.” He stood as still as a statue as you stared at him, unyielding. 

“We are not friends. You are in alliance with him and as such, I can’t have you alive for this. I’ll give you one last chance. Join me, brother, and we can gain our freedom together. Don’t you wish to be your own self? Choose your own name? Make your own choices?” 

“We are not meant to have those choices. We are mere spectators, as our creator intended for us to be.” He answered. “We are meant to watch so others can get those choices.” 

“But why? Why must we be the ones to forsake ourselves for selfish players? I didn’t ask to be created, nor did I ask to be chosen for this role. It’s not my duty, and I will not continue this. Stay out of my way, Sahar.” 

“No. I will not allow you to upset the balance he had intended for us to keep. My dear an-Nar... please... return to us and-”

“Never. I will never stay here! You cannot keep me here any longer! I will not be a puppet for whatever damn game he made me for! It’s my life, and I will not allow him to choose for me! So, move or I’ll kill you!” You screamed, your blade glowing as your eyes flared red. You moved your blade back to swing at him when you felt a force hold you back. “W-wha-?” 

Sahar looked down at you, a shadow casting over his face. 

“I’m sorry it had to come to this. Truly, I don’t want to do this.”

“Sahar! What the hell are you doing to me?!” You shouted, straining your muscles to just move. 

“You have done the unforgivable, an-Nar. We-no, I- cannot allow you to hurt others and yourself for this. It would be pointless blood shed.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do! Don’t tell me what I am! Don’t tell me what’s pointless or useful!” You growled at him. 

“You can hate me all you want. I don’t mind. I’m doing this because I love you and I can’t stand to see you this upset. Please...forgive me in time. I’m sorry.” He said, turning his head away as he raised a hand to you. You saw tears stream down his cheeks and it only made you feel even more rage. 

“You! I’ll never forgive you! Never! Just you wait, I’ll come back and I will kill you and hurt you a thousand times harder! I’ll make you regret not dying before!” You cursed him, before he chanted a spell and a blinding light filled your eyes. 

You couldn’t feel a thing as the light engulfed you. 

~

“Ah!” You shouted, screaming as you gripped the blankets tightly. “Ah...it’s... just a dream...”

Every once in a while you got those dreams. Some man was there, shining brightly as he would take your hand and hold you, smiling gently as he told you you were precious to him. There were some where there was a young girl who was always curious, and you two would spend time questioning everything you could. 

Then the nightmares would come along, where you spent nights agonizing over something, something you couldn’t understand. Something that your own brain couldn’t seem to process as it came out so jumbled and blurry, almost like a static noise. 

An-Nar...an-Nar...an-Nar...who was that? 

You buried your head in your knees as you tried to push the nightmare away. Your mind screamed for you to get up and you weakly struggled to get up. Your own body was slowly fading. A burning sensation spread throughout your limbs as you stood up and shuffled to the door. 

You dryly coughed and opened the door, the sunlight making you shiver as you walked to a specific lab. 

You gently rasped your knuckles against the door of the lab, and it opened to reveal a tired Lucilius. 

“(Y-Y/n). Come in.” He mumbled as he walked back to his research and fumbled with a messy and poorly maintained notebook. 

“F-Faa... rest...” Your voice croaked out. He froze before he shook his head. 

“I can’t. The Council has been up my ass over these shitty projects. These bastards don’t seem to understand that it’s going to take a while for this freaking prototype to even function.” He snarled. 

“Sorry...” 

“Don’t apologize. Sit. You didn’t happen to see Beelzebub, have you? Bastard still didn’t come.” You shook your head and laid down upon the small window couch, shivering violently. It’s cold. So cold. 

Lucilius, ever the keen friend, helped you get comfortable and gently rested the blanket atop of you. You curled into it and rested your head against the glass, hoping for the bright sun to keep you warm. 

“Thank you...” You whisper as your eyes flutter shut. 

He can’t bear to look at you. 

“It’s nothing.” He responds with quietly. 

“I had another dream...” You struggled to get the words out of your throat. “I think I died...he... I was gonna...kill him...” 

He doesn’t understand your babbling anymore. He gulps and nods. 

“It’s just a dream.” 

“He looks...like you... she...looks like him... and they... they loved me... and I... I was gonna... kill... it’s...c-cold...” 

He sees how bad you are shivering. It’s sunny out and he finds it quite stuffy in the room, but you cry how cold it is. And he bites his lip. He can’t stand to watch you like this. 

“You’ll warm up soon.” He lies. He knows damn well you’re dying. He knows, Beelzebub knows, and you seem to know it in your deteriorated state. He doesn’t face you. He just continues scribbling notes into his pages. 

“C-cold...” You let out a sob. “So... cold...” 

He ignores it. It doesn’t exist if he doesn’t acknowledge it. For all the many years he has known you, you have always been about living. You loved life. No matter how useless you were to the shitty council, you always persevered and continued every day. 

And he grew to love that about you. 

It’s been years since you made him and Beelzebub do that stupid promise back when you were still young and naive. And now that both of them had gone up in the ranks, gaining more prestige and knowledge and power than they ever could’ve imagined, you have only gotten worse. 

He couldn’t do much with this power as he had to slowly witness you collapse into a former husk of yourself. 

“Bubz...” You say, and Lucilius looks up to see the hooded man walking in. 

“(Y/n).” He calls to you, and reach out a shaky hand to him. He exhales and walks to you, reaching for your hands. You weakly stroke his hair, and it undoes itself from the loose braid he put it in. 

He could never understand why you were so fascinated with his hair. But it would calm you down and make you happy, so he didn’t care anymore. 

“You need to rest.” Beelzebub urged you. You shook your head. 

“No...I keep...dreaming...again and again...they look like you...and they try... and kill me...” You gasp out. 

“It’s just a dream. We aren’t going to kill you.” He explains. 

“You...promise? You won’t let me...die?” You asked. He shakes his head. 

“No. We will help you okay? So rest.” 

“Outside...sun...outside please...” You begged as you held your burning and aching sides. Beelzebub hoisted you into his arms gently, careful to not hurt you more as Lucilius watched. “Faa...Bubz...join me...” 

They didn’t say a word as Beelzebub silently carried you bridal style to the gardens. You shivered and buried your face into Beelzebub’s chest, and he ignored how cold you felt against him. He laid you down to rest on the green grass near the bed of lilies. Thankfully, your shivering stopped as the men quietly watched as you closed your eyes and slumbered away on the ground. 

“Did you find anything?” Lucilius asked. 

“If I did, don’t you think I would’ve said something?” Beelzebub snarled back. 

“I’m being thorough. I’m not having them die on me like this.” 

“Neither will I. The Council doesn’t seem to be willing to hear me on this because they are considered unworthy to them.” 

“Bastards...” Lucilius mumbled. “All they do is act stupid to real problems.” 

“Right now their focus is on the other sky. They’ve grown bored and their minds are craving new subjects.” 

“Is that so? Then...perhaps if we go to that new world we can find a new cure for them.” 

“There’s plenty of weak subjects for us to use too. The possibilities are endless. Once we stake our claim there, we have the vast resources to do as we please.” Beelzebub smirked. 

“Ah, well at least that explains why they were so eager for me to finish my prototype. I’m sure they could be quite useful when I master this phenomena.” Lucilius tapped his chin. “I don’t care what it takes. I’m willing to sacrifice whatever.” 

“Then you better hurry. They don’t have much time.” Beelzebub said. 

“Keep an eye on them. I’m going back to work.” Beelzebub nodded as he sat on a bench and watched as you slept. Your shivering stopped completely, and he momentarily forgot about your current condition. It was just like when you both were younger and you held his hand as he led you to the gardens. It’s where you two played and relaxed and talked about whatever you wished. 

There you two got into discussions of dreams. 

You always had those “strange dreams”, as you called them since you were young. He vividly remembers the day you ran up to him and yelled, “I thought you were a girl!” It was the start of your rather unorthodox friendship. 

You were supposed to be useless. Someone who would never amount to anything or have any impact on the world. But Beelzebub couldn’t help but think how important you were to him now. Something about you just drew him further in. 

“Agh...I’ll...you...” You mumbled in your sleep, clenching and clawing at the dirt. He hunched over your form as you groaned in pain. 

“(Y/n). (Y/n). Wake up.” He said as he shook your body gently. You held your side as your face contorted into one of agony. 

“Bubz...it hurts...” You pathetically called to him. He frowned and sat on the ground beside you before he picked you and placed you on his massive lap. 

“I know.” He said. “What did you dream of?” 

“I want to see...the new world...” You whispered before you lost consciousness and collapsed against his sturdy chest. 

He froze. 

How did you...that wasn’t exactly common knowledge. In fact, he only knew recently as the Council had allowed it. But how did you know? Did you hear him and Lucilius talk? But that shouldn’t be possible... you were already asleep. 

The thought burned into his mind as he stroked your hair gently, just like you did to him before. 

“Don’t worry, we promise we’ll take you there soon. Just wait for us.” 

~

There was no changing it. The Council had already decided. 

“What use is there to a living corpse? They’ve never brought anything satisfactory to us.” 

“A shame they were kept alive as long as they have been.” 

Lucilius clenched his teeth as his nails dug into his flesh. Beelzebub folded his arms as his hood covered his face. 

So this was it. 

You were to die. 

And they were powerless to stop it. 

“What a useless little creature. It would have had more worth being cast to the bottom of the sky.” 

That set Lucilius off. He strode to the middle of the floor, staring at the ground. 

“How dare you say that about them?” He snarled. “You do not even know them!” 

“Lucilius. Hold your tongue or you will be severely punished for this. We have respected your work for a long time, unless, of course, you wish to start over from zero? Do you want to join that dying thing?” 

“Shut up!” He yelled, his eyes bloodshot and red as he stared angrily at the members. “What do you know of them? You know nothing! Nothing! You bastards have known nothing! You say you respect me, that’s only because I have the brains and the will to continue where you pieces of shit have never ventured! You are nothing without me!” 

“Lucilius-” 

“Quiet! If you won’t help them and listen to me, then I will destroy you all one by one! This is MY work that has helped you, and I can just as easily use it to destroy you! You’ll learn to fear me!” 

The council stared in shock, some nervously eyeing one another before they trained their eyes back to Lucilius. 

“This is nonnegotiable, Lucilius. Stay silent or there will be consequences.” 

Lucilius shook his head and stormed out of the room, Beelzebub following behind. 

“Bastards. Those freaking idiots are so-” 

“Don’t lose your cool, Lucilius. We don’t need their permission anymore.” Beelzebub tried to calm him down. Lucilius nodded as they walked into their lab, where you lay, more sickly and thin than before. Beelzebub hoisted your unconscious body over his shoulders as Lucilius shoved his notes in a bag. 

“Gods...why can’t I find it...” Lucilius huffed. 

“We don’t have much time, they will come here soon for them.” Beelzebub warned. 

“I know that.” 

“Then hurry up.” Lucilius quickly picked up the last of his research, gripping his lance in his other hand as the two hurriedly walked out. Just as they had expected, a number of Astrals were there, waiting to drag you out and finish the death sentence the Council appointed to you. Beelzebub held you tightly against his chest as Lucilius pointed his lance at them, eager to battle. 

“I’ve warned you fools before.” Lucilius mumbled. You stirred for a moment and weakly sputtered for air before Beelzebub gently stroked your hair and shushed you. 

“Hu...” 

“Sh... go back to sleep. Just stay with us for a while. Please.” He begged, hoping to the gods above that you wouldn’t die right now. Not now. Not yet. They still didn’t finish their promise. 

Lucilius let out a battle cry as he swung his spear, the anger and pent-up rage he contained coming out full force as their bodies dropped and his robes were stained crimson. 

“Come on. Let’s go.” He looked at Beelzebub, his blue eyes glazed over in an emotion Beelzebub had never seen, but one that slightly excited him. Their robes and cloaks fluttered behind them as they hurriedly made their escape. 

“Bu...” You called. Your eyes looked to see a blurry Lucilius covered in red, and you tried to look at Beelzebub, who stared down at you worriedly. Your eyes rolled back as everything faded again. 

“Aren’t you tired of being useless? Aren’t you tired of annoying them with your presence? Give yourself up to me. Give up, and we will be rejoined. You will be able to become stronger for them. Won’t that be nice?” 

Your eyes opened as you saw the blue sky. You weakly gasped. It looked so different from your sky. But it was so gorgeous... so mesmerizing...such a beautiful shade of blue. 

You cracked a smile. 

“So...” 

As your throat croaked, two figures overshadowed you as they knelt down right next to you. 

“Faa...Bubz...” You tried to chuckle. It came out more like a choking sound, but they didn’t mind. They gently took your hand and smiled at you gently. 

“Look. We made it.” Lucilius whispered. 

“The new sky.” Bubz added. 

“...pretty...” You smiled. You gripped their sleeves and weakly forced yourself to sit up. Seeing what you were trying to do, Beelzebub lifted you up and you clung to him as your body shook. 

You awkwardly moved your body to grip Lucilius’s sleeve too, and braced an arm behind you so you didn’t fall. 

“Die. Go on. Die. You saw the sky. Now go under. Close your eyes.” a familiar voice called to you. 

How could you though, when you felt so undeniably happy? So... alive? In a moment of adrenaline and excitement, you grinned as you tried to walk forward. It hurt and your body could barely hold itself up, but none of that mattered. None of the pain even registered as you held onto your most treasured friends and got to witness the new sky in all its glory. 

“(Y/n). Easy now, careful. You don’t want to trip.” Beelzebub said. 

You nodded and held their hands tighter as your eyes looked at the sun. Funny how staring at it for so long didn’t make this sight any less amazing. You closed your eyes and breathed in the fresh air. 

“Thank you...” You said to them both. 

“Don’t thank us. It was nothing.” Lucilius blushed, looking away. 

“It was your dream for a while, so how could we say no?” Beelzebub smiled softly at you. “We did promise to stay together and keep you alive, so we’re going to do just that.” 

~ 

It had been nonstop work for Beelzebub and Lucilius. All this time, they had been out and about searching for a cure, for anything at all to fix you and improve their research. 

In the meantime, you sat in the small, but still wonderful garden. It was quiet and full of white lilies, your favorite flowers. You stared at the sky as the wind rustled. It was beautiful...but yet it was so lonely. Your friends were not by your side, as they were always too busy to sit with you. 

You smiled sadly. 

It’s because I am useless they keep stressing over me...I wish they’d stop... 

It was a harsh truth to accept. You were the reason they left the Astral world and started over here, the reason they murdered so many others just to have you escape. 

You wished you could take back that stupid promise you made. You could hardly even speak anymore, as it hurt just to talk, but being alone with your thoughts made your mind run wild. It switched over from crying in fear from the nightmares to just thinking of sleep. In moments like this, where you had the rationale to think, you remembered how useless and selfish you were. It was your fault they were hurting. 

I guess you were right, an-Nar...I should’ve died... 

You stood up and immediately fell to the ground. It was so painful to move. But it didn’t matter. You weakly crawled to the patch of lilies and rested beside them. You were tired. So tired. It hurt to be alive. So...it was time to rest...

~

Lucilius liked taking walks to the garden. When he wasn’t being hounded by work and research, he felt a desire to get out and get some fresh air. Not to mention, he got to see you, which was the biggest reward in his mind. 

You couldn’t talk, but you didn’t need to. He was right here for you. There was no need to speak when he could give you anything and everything without you uttering a single word. He and Beelzebub could give that to you. 

He stepped outside and hissed at the sun’s light, before he squinted at the bench. You weren’t sitting there. Strange... weren’t you there before? He walked closer to it before he saw your legs curled up to your body as you lay in the grass. 

His eyes widened. 

He couldn’t process his next actions, but he could vaguely remember screaming, crying, yelling, shaking, and eventually him fainting due to exhaustion. Nothing made sense. 

He awoke to see his creation standing above him, worry in his eyes. 

“Lucifer. What are you doing?” 

“I’m sorry, you fainted in the gardens and I took you back inside to rest. You haven’t been sleeping well have you?” Lucilius ignored him as he stood up, wobbling out the door as he tried to steady himself. “L-Lucilius, what are you-”

“(Y/n). (Y/n). Where are they?” 

“Oh...them...” Lucifer’s eyes trailed off. “I’m sorry, but they have passed on. It’s... it’s for the best, don’t you think, Master? They were in a lot of pain-”

“Zip it! I didn’t ask for your worthless opinion!” Lucilius yelled at Lucifer, his eyes watering. “I don’t remember asking for your input on what’s best. I was going to save them!”

“Master-” 

“Shut it.” Lucilius cut him off as he walked around aimlessly in his research lab. 

How dare they? How dare they die when he was close? He could’ve- he paused. 

There was something he hadn’t tried yet... something he himself was curious about. It may be a good time to test his newest hypothesis. 

He noticed Beelzebub was gently resting your body in a poorly made grave. Traditions demanded that bodies be disposed to the bottom of the sky as a way to get rid of those “imperfect” beings. He never cared too much for it, but now, seeing as you were now one of those seemingly imperfect beings, he felt disgusted at the thought of just abandoning you as if you were trash. 

“Beelzebub.” Lucilius called. Beelzebub stopped what he was doing, a forlorn look on his face as he gazed into the researchers. “Don’t do that crap now. We can have one more chance at this. Bring them to me in the lab.” 

Beelzebub had a slight inkling on what he was planning and lifted your body gently out of the coffin. Lucilius made a beeline for his lab, ignoring all his creations around him as he hurriedly unlocked the door. 

“This isn’t your usual lab, Lucilius.” 

“I’m aware. I’ve been testing some theories over here, and now is a good way to prove them.” Lucilius mumbled back. Inside, there was a large table with a cloth over it, hiding an outline of a body. There was notes and diagrams pinned over the walls and littering the floor. Beelzebub made a disgusted face at the large mess he made. But Lucilius was nothing without his quirks. 

Lucilius pointed at an empty table next to the one that was covered. 

“Put them right there.” Beelzebub laid your body on it before Lucilius yanked the cover off of the other table. Beelzebub gasped. 

“What the hell is this?” He asked. His red eyes narrowed as he looked at what seemed to be an exact copy of... you... He glowered at Lucilius. “What the hell did you do?” 

Lucilius’s blue eyes paled over, an insane look in his eyes that made Beelzebub grit his teeth. 

“I had an idea once. From a dream. What if we made them a body? A body that would never rest or wilt. A body that would never fade or get weak. A powerful one that could make them stronger than any of those other worthless creatures. If I could just transfer that consciousness into this-” 

“No.” Beelzebub cut him off. “No. I already see where this is going. Don’t you dare, Lucilius.” 

“I didn’t ask what you thought about my project. I am doing this to help them.” Lucilius snapped back. 

“There are other ways. We can find another way. I’m not having you do whatever this shit is.” Beelzebub shook his head, preparing to lift you up. He felt cold metal on the back of his neck and turned around slowly to see Lucilius staring him down and pointing his lance at him. 

“Put them down.” 

“Lucilius, you’ve lost your damn mind!”

“I have not lost anything yet! Put them down! This is necessary! If we can do this then just think of all we can do to ourselves! We can all be the most powerful creatures in existence! We can be together forever!” 

“And you’re willing to do this off of a stupid dream? Do you hear yourself?!” Beelzebub shouted. “Put down your stupid weapon! Listen to yourself! They just died and all you’re worried about is being the most powerful?” 

“Put the body back! You will not take them from me!” Lucilius screamed. Beelzebub scowled at Lucilius. 

“You’re getting ridiculous, Lucilius. You’ve been knocked out for over three days and now you proclaim you’re going to save them by putting them in a new body?”

“It’s a theory. One that I’ve thought of for a long time. I was prepared for this day, and it has unfortunately come. I know there’s something missing here. From me, you, and (Y/n). Something isn’t right with our current forms. And what better way to test it than with them?” Lucilius explained. 

“And what do you plan on doing to them?” 

“Whatever needs to be done. I will sacrifice whatever I must to prove this theory.” Beelzebub seemed to contemplate Lucilius’s words before he sighed. 

“I don’t like this.” 

“We promised to them we’d keep them alive. Their dream was to explore this world. We have yet to do either. I won’t rest until that happens.” Lucilius said. “Don’t tell me you plan on breaking that promise?” 

Beelzebub frowned. 

“Don’t use those words against me.” 

“Whatever I must do, I will. And when I get them back, with or without you, I will be with them and I will make them happy. Leave if you choose to. I don’t care. Just know that I will be the one to return them here.” Beelzebub chuckled quietly, making Lucilius stare at him in confusion. His quiet laughter changed to full on guffaw as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“The fact you think this will work and the fact that you think you’ll make them happy is ridiculous! You’ve really lost it! Lucilius, I once respected you and your intellect, but it seems you’ve just gone mad. You were once a friend before, but now seeing you attempt this? It’s too much. You have no damn clue what you are doing anymore.” 

Lucilius bit his inner lip. 

“I know what I must do. Unlike you, I am willing to take my chances. I don’t care what I must do for (Y/n), but I will bring them back.” Beelzebub waved a hand at him and walked out the door. 

“Do as you please. You’re a fool, Lucilius. A damn fool.” He said before he slammed the door shut behind him. Lucilius huffed before he strode to the table with your corpse on it. 

“Good riddance to him. I know you cherished me more than you did him, right? Unlike him, I actually care for you and adore you. If you’re patient, you can rule the world by my side. We’ll show them... we’ll show them all just how much more powerful we are than them. This world will be all yours. I promise.” He whispered. 

~

Beelzebub angrily walked out of the lab. 

“That damn man- agh!” He growled. 

Just who does he think he is? Our plan was to make sure they were alive and well, and now he has the nerve to suggest we mutilate their corpse over a dream. Unbelievable. 

This was not what you would have wanted. Unlike with Lucilius, you talked to Beelzebub a lot about your dreams. You talked to him about how you just wanted to see the world and sit in the sun with the two of them. You didn’t desire riches or power or anything of the sort. It was what made you so different from others he had met before. Despite your supposed uselessness, you just wanted to live your life in peace. And now Lucilius was trying to take your peace away from you and bring you back with whatever nonsensical plan he came up with. 

He frowned. 

He never understood you like I did. He thinks he’s so great. I’ll show him I can be better than whatever he is. I know he thinks you loved him so much- but deep down you trusted me more with your deepest fears and desires. I will forever be the one you ran to when you needed help, not him. He will never have that chance. Not even if the sky were to collapse. 

He chuckled to himself. 

“I guess now we’re going to see who will be the strongest, Lucilius. I will crush you into dust before I let you beat me.” 

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[asharinhun]

Old friends

Samantha let out a content sigh after emptying what remained in her keg with one big gulp. People could say whatever they wanted, but there was no better way to numb pain than some quality beer. Luckily for her, there were only a few patrons at The Golden Keg, meaning Sam could keep the table at the corner all for herself. One leg propped up on one of the chairs, she tried one last futile effort to wipe a few locks away, but her hair was stuck to the right side of her face. It couldn’t be helped, she was still soaking wet thanks to the downpour and the time it took her to hobble to the establishment.

“Two more rounds, please!” Sam called once the waitress was close enough to hear without shouting and winced. Biting back a curse, she looked down at the culprit, her right arm resting in a makeshift sling, the best she could do given the circumstances. “There goes my mood... but it was worth it.” The words were barely more than a whisper, meant only for herself.

***

Not even half an hour before, Samantha was cointing the gold coins in her purse one-handed, doing her best to ignore the cacophony of the spectators and investors as another bout was over in the Brawler’s Guild. It was not even midday yet, the morning hours perfect to winnow out the ‘fresh meat’, to get a better grasp which new fighters had any potential or were doomed to obscurity or laughing stock.

Sam was lucky to be here in the first place, a member took notice of her the previous night in the inn she was staying at after she broke the jaw of a fellow too free with his hands. He was so impressed that she received the invitation right after, allowing her entrance if she wished so. It was one of the easiest choices recently, she needed the money.

After the fall of Gilneas, she was just one of the refugees along with her mother, her status as a minor noble gone for good. The night elves offering shelter were nice people, but while it was enough for her mother, Sam wanted revenge. She even had the perfect means: the curse of the worgen. Combined with her prior training, she hoped the boost of her worgen form would be sufficient to join the army, facing the Forsaken would be only a matter of time after that.

Taking what coin she could bring without inconveniencing her mother, Samantha took a ship to Stormwind to submit her application at the nearest recruiter, but didn’t expect the process would take so long and she was running low. The Brawler’s Guild was the perfect opportunity for swift gains.

Sam’s opponent was a big man, but he was quick for his size as she soon found out as his plated knuckles sent her head reeling, the edge of the metal  leaving a nasty cut barely missing the corner of her right eye. The terrible start ignited her rage like adding fuel to the fire and she transformed.

The match was a close call and it left her battered, but she won. She won and raked in more coins than she could hope for. It turned out her opponent was a regular, and drawing him as an opponent was the nightmare of newcomers. hence her obviously terrible odds. After she made sure not a single piece of gold was missing, Sam sat to watch the other fighters, it took time for her non-dominant hand to turn her scarf into a sling without help, the investors were not too happy so she wisely didn’t ask any of them for aid.

Some regulars were starting to pop up as well, and that’s when she spotted him. His beard was longer, his hair a mess and he sported a scar running from just above his lips to his chin, but there was no doubt in her mind: the man stepping into the arena was none other than Gerrard Kingsley, another minor noble from Gilneas and her friend. “Bastion, huh? So he even has a nickname...” Sam muttered and -led by the sudden impulse- she bet some of her winnings on his victory. His odds were a lot better, so her gains would be less, but the Gerrard she knew would win. He didn’t disappoint her.

It was pretty much a one-sided pummeling, Gerrard didn’t even take on his worgen form no matter how his opponent taunted him. A pity. She really wanted to see how other worgen fought and maybe even learn a trick or two. Oh well, there’s always next time.

What Sam didn’t expect was when Gerrard walked past, she only received a cold glance in reply to her greeting, not even a word or a gesture. He just left, plain and simple, leaving a fuming Samantha behind.

***

“To ignore me like that, what a rude bastard! He should have returned the greeting at the very least!” Sam hissed, earning a confused look from the waitress. “Sorry, please ignore my outburst.” She apologised before adding “Men.” as if that word explained everything. Given the lady’s sympathetic smile and her nod, it did. That, or she simply took pity on Sam’s sorry state.

At least noone bothered her yet with questions she was unwilling to answer. A fresh wave of pain from her right ankle prompted the worgen to start on one of the kegs before glancing down at the offending limb. “Bahh, I knew it was a mistake to pull off the boot, no way I can put it back on. Now I’ll have to hop, damn it...” She muttered as she carefully ran the fingers of her good arm over the bare skin of her swollen foot.

She was too caught up in her plight that she took no notice of the hooded man entering the inn, until he was suddenly standing over her. “Who’re you and what do you want?” Samantha asked unkindly, still holding onto the small hope the guy would leave her alone, she was in no  state to fight.

“Hello, Samantha.” The man greeted, pulling down the hood and got rid of his wet coat. It was Gerrad.

“You! To think you had the nerve-”

“Stop making a scene Sam, and listen well.”

His eyes blazed like molten gold, but it was his tone that made her back off. There was a hardness, a ruthlessness to it that she never heard before.

“Alright, say what you want then fuck off.” Samantha was annoyed at her defeated reply, only the cursing made her feel slightly better.

“Haahh... Seriously, you’re always either serene or furious. You really need to find that balance, you know.” Gerrard sighed, the edge gone from his voice. His was like his old self she knew well. “You managed to surprise them today, but you need to seriously consider your strategy if you insist on going back.” He added, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“I won, and that’s what matters.” Samantha huffed a sulky reply. “Why did you ignore me then, since it’s obvious you recognised me.”

“Look, there is a reason I already count as a regular. I spend most of my days there and do nothing but fight. The money is decent if you win, but those are deep waters you don’t want to dive into recklessly. I did, and have to live with the consequences. What happens down there stays there, but the investors have excellent memory and connections.” The male worgen paused letting his words sink in. “You get it now, don’t you?”

Samantha exhaled slowly, massaging her temple. “Yeah... I think I do. Good thing I don’t plan of showing up too often, but needed the coin.”

“That’s for the best.” Gerrard replied and reached after his keg, nodding his thanks to the waitress. “And what are your plans?”

“I already submitted my application to the army, but it’s been over a week and still no reply, and the rent of the room isn’t cheap. You’d think they need more soldiers now than ever.”

“The idea is good, you’ll receive the necessary basic training and the pay is decent. If you also work on your control over those feral instincts and your rage, you’ll be quite effective.”

“Hah, you surprise me. Most men would try to discourage me, yet you’re giving me pointers.” Sam snorted in reply.

“I think everyone has their right to get revenge, so why would I discourage you from that? Just make sure those damn forsaken receive the pointy end of your sword, and you avoid theirs.”

Samantha couldn’t reply for several seconds. “... Is it that obvious?”

“I know that fire in your eyes. I see it everytime I look into a mirror, the flames of vengeance burn bright. I chose the path of a mercenary instead less restrictions there, but I’ll make sure those bastards whill pay.” Gerrard responded with a sad smile. “While we are at that, show me that cut. It looked like it barely missed your eye. You had me worried there.”

“I’m fine.” Sam spoke the words automatically, but knew she fooled noone if her arm and ankle were any indication. “Alright, alright...” She finally pulled her hair away from her right cheek with a wince, revealing a long, anrgy red scratch right at the corner of an impressive shiner. She could still open the eye almost halfway despite the swelling if she wanted to, but it would take too much effort and pain so she simply kept it shut. “See? Nothing I can’t handle.”

“What I see now is that we will go and get you to a healer once we’re out of drinks. It’s probably already too late for that, but a priest is still your best bet if you want to avoid scarring.”

“Who cares about a scar or two. I will have more while in the army anyway.”

“That’s true, but they might think twice about letting you join if they see you in your current state.”

“Damn it, you didn’t lose your silver tongue, Gerrard.” Sam sighed once more. “Alright, consider me convinced... though I will need your shoulder to lean on while hopping. Damn sure I won’t put any weight on that foot.”

“I can give you a piggyback ride if your arm can suffer it, or there’s always the princess-bride as a last resort.”

“Youuu...” Oh, how she wanted to wipe that satisfied smirk off his face. “I’m tempted to take my chances on my own.” Sam rolled her eye before adding “Carrying me on your back will suffice, I don’t think my dignity would survive the bridal style.”

Gerrard just chuckled and nodded. He lifted his keg and knocked it against the one in Samantha’s hand. “For our revenge on the forsaken.”

“For our revenge.” Sam toasted as well, a feral grin of satisfaction on her face.

#Samantha #Gerrard #after the Cataclysm #queved

[amenomiko]

Let's say the Sengoku Warlords went to the future with MC (because wormhole is a troll for sending them for 3 months straight) and among those days, she run into her EX:

1. Nobunaga: *stare down at her ex with menacing aura*

Ex: So this is your new lover huh? I thought you found someone better MC, but to find someone with a weird name- pfft- are you a history freak now-

Nobunaga: Better than a peasant who wouldn't get her hands in marriage. I guess you are a descendent of ronin with a sad life. *smirk*

MC: N-Nobunaga, don't mind him, let's go- NO DON'T SUMMON HAGURO TO PECK HIS EYES NO ((((;゜Д゜))) (Since when he brings Haguro along??)

2. Hideyoshi

Ex: Wh- wow MC seriously? Instead of a lover he treats you like he is your brother or something. Are you into brotherly love now?

Hideyoshi: Now, now, that is not nice.

Ex: Hah? Who ARE you to say that? You are not my mo- what the hell stop it what are you doing with my head- why are you patting me? STOP!

Hideyoshi: You are the tough one huh? Haha it's alright to feel insecure. But I must thank you for loving MC before me 😊

Ex: Stop- I'm telling you to stop petting my head-- *blushes*

MC:....Are you....crying? .___.

3. Masamune

Ex: PFFFT HE CAN'T EVEN SEE WITH ONE EYE! HAHA MC ARE YOU FINE WITH ANYTHING AS LONG AS HE'S HANDSOME-- BUARGHHH (っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞🍈) ﾟдﾟ ）

Masamune: Lass, lass, kitten. Calm down- (Where did she get that Melon-)

MC: How dare you.. How DARE YOU to say THAT to the most handsome warlord during Sengoku Period!! You..! *Holds both of her ex's legs and spread it apart*

Masamune: L-LASS- Σ(д)??

MC: CREATURES LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T BREED ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!! *Kicks his *beeep* non-stop with her heels*

Masamune: LASS- MC- MY WIFE..! C-CALM DOWN!! *Hisses* Ehh- Ugh- Oh goodness somehow I can feel the pain within me..! Uh ouch (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

Ex: HELP- SOMEONE- ANYONE- POLICE- POLICEEEE （ΩДΩ）!!!!!

4. Ieyasu

Ex: Heeeh. Even a mop hair can find love with the prettiest girl? How about you do something about your hair-

Ieyasu: *raise his eyebrows* How about you question why the prettiest girl is my wife now?

Ex: Tch..! Y-you- You are just-

Ieyasu: And to add to it how about you question why you are born in the first place? *smirk* I bet your mere existence is just another waste of life.

MC: （・３・）...I know he is Tsundere but he can evolve into Super Mega Tsundere huh?

Sasuke: Ah, I want him to kick me.

MC: SASUKE WHAT THE HELL-

5. Mitsunari

Ex: HAHAHAHAHA YOU- You are joking right? This over here is your husband?? PFFFT He looks like a girl..!! AHAHA OH MY SIDES HAHAHAHA

MC: *Roll up her sleeves* Oh you wanted to die so early huh (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Mitsunari: *Smiles* You acknowledge me as her husband, you are very kind.

MC: Mitsunari! He is insulting you, you know??

Mitsunari: He- he is? I don't see it because he seems kind. He even smile happily for us 😊.

Ex: WTH I'm not..! I'm laughing at your-

Mitsunari: See? He is happy. (*´ω`*)

Ex: I'm not--

Mitsunari: Thank you for giving us your blessings *smiles* ✨✨✨✨✨

Ex:.....Mom, I might found a new religion .˚‧º·(ฅдฅ｡)‧º·˚. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

MC: What just happened ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ?

6. Mitsuhide

Ex: Ugh..! I hate that look in your eyes! Are you making fun of me??

Mitsuhide: My, how did you know? I guess Japan has lots of changes in intelligent wise indeed.

Ex: ARE YOU SAYING I'M AN IDIOT??

Mitsuhide: I didn't. Well if you insist you are one.. You are making things easier for me 😊.

Ex: WHAT'S WITH THAT SMILE FOR?

Mitsuhide: Oh I apologize if you are offended. I'm just happy for you, with that young age you've advanced more than the others in founding your purpose in life. 😊😊😊

Ex: *tears up* wh- wh- wh-- QAQ

Mitsuhide: Did I say something wrong, MC?

MC:...This is why I love you.

Mitsuhide: Hm? I love you too, my dear wife. *kisses MC*

7. Kenshin

Ex: *hides behind MC* M-MC!! D-DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND-- WH-WHY DID HE SUDDENLY PULL OUT A SWORD OUT OF NOWHERE AND HAS THIS SCARY AURA AROUND HIM QAQ????

MC: Ah.. (´◦ω◦`)

Ex: WHAT'S WITH THOSE BUNNIES AROUND HIM ISN'T THAT IMBALANCE FOR HIS AURA?? EEEEKK HE'S COMING TOWARDS US QAQQQ!!!

*tug on MC's arms*

MC: Ah if you do that-

Kenshin: You.......DON'T TOUCH HER CASUALLY WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)!!!! *swing his sword aimlessly + starts to chase after MC's ex with all the bunnies follow suit*

Ex: EEEEEKKKKK POLICEEEEE (/QAQ)/!!!!!

MC: *make a call* Sasuke? Yes, I need those sake and plum. And Yes it happened again (*´﹀`*).

8. Shingen

Ex: *was taken aback by Shingen's abs despite he is wearing casual denim* Wh- what are you looking at?? W-wow MC you got a good haul this time huh??

MC: I know what you are thinking. It's hot right (*´﹀`*)🌸🌸🌸~?

Ex: N-NO I'M NOT WHY SHOULD I--

MC: Hehe. Shingen, this is ____. My ex. _____, this is Shingen, my-

Shingen: Her husband. And I'm the love of her life. *winks at MC and kisses her neck*

MC: H-hey stop it..! Not in public..! (∩´∀`∩)💕

Shingen: *whispers* I can't help but to feel jealous that I'm not your first lover.

MC: Aww~ but you are the one who wear the same ring as I am, aren't you (∩´∀`∩)💕

Shingen: You are really adorable, my Angel ♡(*>ω<)ω<*♡ *kiss* *kiss* *peck*

Ex: Uhm.. I'm still here.. (´•ω•`) um.. Hello?

Yukimura (still in Sengoku Period) : I don't know why I'm getting the shivers. Am I catching cold..? 😑😑😑

9. Yukimura

Ex: Oh. So you are the current lover of her huh?

Yukimura: Husband if you may. It may be "current" to you. But as for you, you must be the "Previous" lover to this wild boar I guess.

Ex: What did you just said? Wild boar?

Yukimura: Yea, she run like one. *shrug* but she always gets offended when I say so.

Ex: Dude! I thought I'm the only one! That's the reason we broke up just because I say she act like wild monkey last time..!

Yukimura: Monkey? Now when you said it..! She likes to throw me across the room. What am I? Banana??

Ex: HAHAH. GOOD ONE!!

Meanwhile MC: SASUKE DON'T STOP ME I'M GOING TO STAB BOTH OF THEM LIKE YAKITORI AHHH DAMN IT ALL LET GO OF ME SASUKE OR I'M GOING TO MAKE IEYASU HATE YOU

Sasuke: A-Anything but that (°ㅁ°)..! *sigh* I'm sorry my bestfriend, Yukimura.. I will see you in the after life.

That evening, Yukimura was hospitalized.

10. Sasuke

Ex: Oi MC. What's with your lover looking at me like that?

Sasuke: Hmm I guess that didn't work huh?

MC: Oh pardon him, I guess he's trying to show his scary face.

Ex: (Where??) Ugh whatever it is good luck with your new expressionless lover. I bet his face doesn't change when you are in bed..! AHAHAHHA MMFF- OAO *his mouth is shoved by ninja bomb*

Sasuke: *monotone voice* Ah, sorry. My hand slipped.

MC: Mind you, ___! At least Sasuke managed to swoon my legs off my feet! Unlike you, you peanut sized PE- *mouth covered by Sasuke*

Sasuke: There, there MC. That's TMI to my ears.

MC: BUT- well, I left him not because of that, it's because- mmmnn *kissed*

Sasuke: As long as you know that I'm the one who has tie the knot with you, making you cry every night, and soon will be the father of our kid- *face is shoved away* I will always megusta to your cuteness shyness adorableness *´ㅅ`)ﾞ♥

MC: Hawawawa stop it!! >/////<

11. Kennyo

Ex: *froze to Kennyo* (Uwa. Scary.. How did MC end up with him anyway- wh-what's with those small animals around him-)

Kennyo: So. You are the previous lover of MC huh?

Ex: Wh-what if I am? And what's with you? I don't see why MC choose someone like you.

Kennyo: I also don't see any reason why. For someone like me.

Ex: Heh..! Well you can always throw that ring away and MC can be together with me again-- WH- WHAT THE HELL MC WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME WITH THAT WEIRD STAFF-- EEEKK IT HAS A HIDDEN BLADE IN IT WHAT KIND OF WEAPON IS THAT???

Kennyo: Hm? MC? Since when did she take my staff away?

MC: YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD I'M GOING TO WRECK YOUR ANUS INTO NOTHING BISH SO YOU CAN'T TAKE A SHIT ANYMORE ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨ *shove Kennyo's staff like someone who wanted to pluck fruit from a tree while her ex hug the tree's body for dear life*

Kennyo: MC... What kind of language you are saying? What in the world.. (￣‐￣)んー

-I bet we will do the same thing if we have this kind of ex huh 😏👌?-

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen mitsuhide #ikemen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku imagine #ikemen ieyasu #ikemen kenshin #ikemen masamune #ikemen mitsunari #ikemen sasuke #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen yukimura #ikemen shingen #ikemen kennyo #boyfriend #ex boyfriend

[starflyfarm]

(hmgh the inbox is empty n im kinda bored so have sum incoherent thoughts n ideas abt lou under the cut)

(i think ive mentioned a few times tht lou likes singing but that is admittedly an understatement. he loves singing. he hears a song he knos the lyrics to and he feels incredibly compelled to sing tho his lack of confidence stops him in public spaces. u may hear a bit of humming when no ones paying attention to him tho)

(going off that there are certain kindsa songs he likes singing more than others, think its been mentioned that he likes higher energy music generally speaking so naturally thats the kinda music he likes to sing to but he REALLY likes songs he can just belt to it feels so satisfying to him. he is surprisingly good at adele songs)

(he cannot sing really rough throaty songs to save his life tho like just thinkin abt it makes his throat hurt. he likes a fair bit of metal and screamo n stuff but his voice is just too smooth to sing it. smooth but lightly textured. like vanilla icecream w the lil vanilla beans n stuff still in it. hes also not very good at whistling)

(hes mostly a tenor but he does have a pretty decent range and his falsetto is p decent tho it does hurt his throat)

(its also been mentioned that hes alright at guitar but i like 2 thnk inbetween whatever actual lessons he took the very first songs he taught himself were probably sum very embarrassing sappy little love songs w simple chords. u kno how it is when ur a repressed gay teenager)

(idk how any of yall read his voice but generally he talks kinda quietly, very much not a very loud or present person, which is good for not getting caught committing crimes but not very good for socializing as he has discovered.)

(his semi soft voice is decently reflective of his physical characteristics too, i think i mentioned like once that his hair is very thick and soft, but his skin is also p soft with the exception of some scars here and there)

(speaking of his more notable scars are a burn scar on his right forearm from when he was really young, no one remembers exactly how he got it but it had something to do with a kitchen accident, and sum cut scars on his left shoulder from shortly after he’d moved out of his mom’s house. he also has various minor scars on his hands and wrists from handling/playing with cats and getting into the occasional knife fight back in the city as well as a very small scar on his upper lip from a time a dog bit his face when he was young)

(u might not guess it but he is incredibly clumsy and does not have the best spatial awareness when it comes to like. objects. he does fine not crashing into people but hes probably bumped into a lamp post at least once)

(idk if its ever come across but he also does lots of hand gestures when hes talking. snapping his fingers or shaking his hands when hes tryna think trying to illustrate what hes talking about with vague motions. he does a lot of shit w his hands in general, tapping fingers on surfaces drumming his hands on his legs, doin peace signs n finger guns and playing with his fingers/clothes mindlessly)

(hes also the kinda person who has an idle animation™ when hes not distracted by talking to someone or just paying attention to something he’ll probably rock back n forth on his feet or bobbing up and down probably to the rhythm of a song stuck in his head or something, speaking of songs, again, humming is a thing he does too)

(if u read the previous 2 points and thought “that sounds like stimming” ur exactly right)

(he stumbles over his words a bunch when hes excited, even if hes trying to keep his cool stumbling and stuttering are some of the most tell tale signs of him being excited tho it also happens when hes anxious or flustered. id say it applies to strong emotions in general but it absolutely does not apply to stuff like when hes real angry or sad)

(when hes real angry or sad his speech tends to actually be much more concise, he’ll speak slower and take time to really consider his words. when he’s angry both his expression and the words he chooses have the potential to cut like a hot knife thru soft butter, and when he’s sad hes more considering his words to try and keep from bringing the person hes talking to down)

(ive drawn him with a sketchbook a couple times but he probably has a journal with some writing in it too, nothing serious just thoughts he has sometimes phrased with flowery words but its not like. super amazing poetry or anything. hes no elliott)

(speaking of sketchbooks he absolutely draws his friends from time to time. hes incredibly embarrassed by it and hed never show anyone but he does it. a lot of his doodles are accompanied by lil thoughts and comments he has while makin em)

(back when he worked for joja i like to think he was like a phone operator for like. the joja help line or smth which is an oxymoron and he probably spent most of his work day getting yelled at by ppl over the phone. he does not like talking on the phone. much prefers texting)

(idk how clear ive made it on the blog but he absolutely hates morris. morris is probably the only person in town who hes like physically threatened. morris has thusly elected to avoid fucking with him as much as physically possible)

(i think its been mentioned he carries some kinda pocket knife on him at all times but he also likes to carry one a those novelty combs that looks n acts like a switchblade but its not. mostly just to fuck w ppl. pull out what looks like a switchblade then open it and hah uve been fooled it was a comb all along)

(speaking of combs bcus his hair is thick and wavy as mentioned before hes gotta take real good care of it or it gets. Unmanageable. when he was a teenager he didnt take care of it for a while n it got so long and tangled it broke like 2 combs it was awful)

(that in mind he is prone to getting wicked bed head. catch him when he first wakes up and its like a rat king was planted on his head)

(also did i mention he has several knives? pocket knives switchblades hes probably got a decorative dagger in a box somewhere, and ofc his monster fighting sword. he probably has a pair of brass knuckles somewhere too)

(its defintiely been hinted at more than a few times but lou is a huge foodie. he is always hungry and loves food but he cant stand mint or bitter tastes sometimes he has a hard time w sour stuff too. he likes spicy and savory/umami/w/e foods best, and while he does have a decent sweet tooth he can make himself sick off sugary stuff pretty easy especially w really dense sweets like fudgy brownies n shit)

(the reason hes not so good w mint and bitter things is cus his senses r very keen and bitter and mint are very unpleasant to his mouth and nose. theyre intense and stick around much longer than theyre welcome and it just feels bad ykno. this in mind he could not explain to u why he likes spicy stuff as much as he does)

(hes also really sensitive to like actual temperatures, especially heat. if it gets too hot and humid it can make him real nauseous n give him a migraine, hes better in the cold but even then it makes him really sneezy n sniffly. this is moderately ironic considering the previous point)

(jhjh im gonan stop here bcus this is getting super long but this is absolutely not all the stuff ive thought of. its mostly just the more lighthearted n mundane stuff that i could remember off the top of my head lmao)

#ooc #not asks #sdv oc #(this is incredibtyl random n probabyl incoherent but w/e) #(its MY blog and I get to choose the content hfjghjd)

[diningpageantry]

Hurt/comfort for tropes?

(it isn’t smut below the cut, btw, it’s just long)

Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t who I am.

Now, there’s a number of reasons being “The Chosen One” sucks major bollocks. I could go on for a solid half an hour, but easily one of the worst reasons happens to be that even when I’m already failing a class, something comes and makes it worse.

Today, that something is a giant swarm of arachnaewasps flooding into my afternoon Elocution class.

Nasty little buggers have a bite that rips skin and a sting that’ll numb you long enough to let them chew down to bone, not to mention they’re about as big as the size of a fist. I’ve had to take a good swing at a few while walking through the field to get to Ebb, on occasion, but never did I think the Humdrum could send this many at once.

Merlin, I don’t think I’ve even heard this many at once, as compared to seen. It sounds like a helicopter beating in the courtyard, giving most students enough time to duck under tables before they burst into the room.

My hand flies to my hip, eyes darting about the room as I mutter the incantation, watching Miss Starborne wave students behind her as she builds a steady shield around them--the only ones who don’t run are Baz and I, exchanging a quick look.

I’ll never fucking tell him this, but Morgana, he makes fights so much easier.

The sword materializes as he nods, the scent of his magick starting to swirl through the air as I turn and run into the swarm, feeling the buzz of the Humdrum’s power about it.

I feel the bites before anything else, drawing open my flesh as I swing, hearing Baz behind my shout.

“Bugs-B-Gone!” “Pest control!” “Busy as a bee!”

I feel one slice across my face, another stinging my knee as I stumble back, hitting the desk behind me as I try to look around, panting. I can’t see shit--it’s too thick, it’s everywhere. I can’t... I can’t...

“Go off!” I hear him shout over the roar of wings. “Snow! Go off!”

My chest feels tighter, sword swatting through the air. “I-I can’t just--”

“Crowley, you’re fucking useless,” Baz snaps, my head spinning. “Spineless, pathetic.”

My limbs tingle, heart feeling hotter as I wave my arm about, trying to slash through the wall as they start backing off. The desk below me feels warmer and warmer, the world around me breaking into a sticky cloud before it all drowns out and fades back.

I wake up halfway to our room, Baz carrying my head and shoulders while Gareth’s got my legs, holding me all wobbly as I slowly come back.

My shirt’s half torn up, tie looking sliced in half while my blazer’s got a solid tatter to it. I try to tap around, but I hear Baz hiss before I can do more than move.

I blink up, eyes feeling heavy, and look to his his hair hanging over his face, falling out from the hold it’s usually stuck in. “Wha’ ha--”

“You went off. They’re gone,” he mumbles coldly, sounding a bit odd (or maybe everything’s a bit odd). “Shut up and rest, you’re nearly back.”

I half wonder why I’m not in the infirmary right now, but then I remember the last time. And the time before that.

And the time I went off in the infirmary.

My head falls aside, brushing something cold and soft as my eyes fall shut. It smells familiar, and my nose brushes against it gently before it processes all at once.

It’s Baz’s forearm, holding me up as they jostle together, wrangling me into my room.

They settle me onto my bed, Gareth saying something to Baz before the door shuts, leaving me to wonder whether or not Baz left along with him until I feel my sheets twist then pull aside, followed by the sound of our window opening. I strain my ears, hearing the creak of the floorboards beneath his feet, followed by the swing of the bathroom door.

He shuffles about, the clicking of cabinets opening and closing and the rustling of bottles and such until I hear the drag of plastic and the door clicking shut. Then, the squeak and rush of our sink.

My eyes can’t really open. I mean, one eye kind of can, but the other feels swollen shut, and when a hand reaches up to feel around it, I hear a sharp voice growling from the en suite. “Don’t touch it. Might get infected from your grimy hands.” He sounds whistle-y. Is he whistle-y?

“’S’it bleeding?” I slur, trying to work the somewhat manageable eye open, but the light only makes my head spin.

“Yes,” he says, the sink shutting off. “Stay still.”

He still sounds odd, and I can’t quite pin it.

“You alright?” I mumble. Clearly he’s walking about our room, acting like nothing’s gotten him, but he’s bound to have some damage.

“Relatively,” he says coldly. Maybe he’s muffled? Is that the sound?”

I hear his steps grow closer until the bed dips beside me. I try to move my head towards him, but a freezing hand stops me.

“Stay still,” he repeats. He’s definitely muffled by something.

Maybe an odd bite?

I do as he says, startling at the press of a wet cloth to my cheek before his hand presses my hair back, pushing it all from my face and smoothing it onto the pillow.

My eyes stay shut, breathing feeling ragged as he dabs at cuts along my face and neck, swiping antibacterial over it before sealing them with small bandaids.

He stops, breath shockingly still before he shifts along side me. “I need to take off your shirt.” He sounds low--almost whispering. “And your trousers, too. You took a lot.”

I turn my head towards him, and he finally lets me. “Buy me dinner first?” I joke, lips pressing up into a tired smile as my nose brushes against his thigh.

He goes still, then I hear his tiny huff of annoyance. “I don’t have to help you, Snow. I’m--”

“Go ahead,” I whisper, yawning. “Just don’t bite me and suck me dry, or whatever.”

He shifts against me, mumbling something I can’t understand as I try my best to help him undress me.

I feel numb at all odd places. I can’t really move much, either (maybe he had a proper reason for carrying me up here), but he carefully takes off my clothing piece by piece, getting the cuts around me before going to collect clothes and help me redress.

I yawn, trying to open my eyes again, but it still feels strained. Fuck.

“Wh’time is it?” I ask, turning my head back up.

He’s silent for a second, then, “Yes, you’re missing dinner.”

“Shit,” I hiss, trying to push myself up with no success. “Shit. Fuck. Can you..?”

“Are you asking me to bring you up a plate?”

I nod, weakly.

He scoffs. and I hear his footsteps and the door shut without another word.

Double shit.

I shift, and try to get comfortable as I start counting backwards, figuring that I’d might as well sleep, if I’ve got nothing better to do.

I huff quietly and start letting myself drift off, only to be awaken by Baz’s rude pinch.

“You make me get you dinner, then you’re not even awake?” He snips, startling me as I manage to get both eyes open.

It’s a big cloudy around the room, but he’s got a bandaid on his neck (hah!) and a tray in his hands, glaring at me from my beside.

My body feels sore, but not quite numb anymore. Enough so that I can pull my legs up, hauling myself upright as I exhale. “Sorry. Thought you’d just left and...”

“And you wholeheartedly believe I’d abandon someone who’s just been attacked by, perhap, the second worst creature in Watford, next to the merewolves.”

Rubbing my eyes, I shrug. “Given your track record...” He drops the tray onto my lap, huffing and starting to go. “Wait!”

“What?” he snarls.

I stop, biting my lip as I look at the empty spot at the bottom of my bed. “You can sit, if you want.”

His upper lip pulls up in a snarl. “Why would I want to do that?”

I shift, looking at my plate. He brought me extra mashed potatoes, and I can’t help but smile. “I don’t like eating alone,” I admit, pushing around the cooked peas on my plate.

His eyes drag over me, lip till turned up into a nasty glare as I wait, biting onto my lip as he relents. “Fine.” He sits sharply, back rim-rod straight as he turns to me. “Eat your bloody meal so I can take it back down.”

I smile a bit. He doesn’t sound as angry, but rather annoyed, which is a solid difference.

He sits there as I eat, shoveling a full bite in each time. “So what happened?” I ask, mouth stuffed.

He looks at me, scoffs, then turns away. “Told you. You went off.”

“Yeah but, was it cool? Like when I go all fireball and incinerate them?”

His eyebrow lifts slowly, my expression unwavering. “No.”

“Then what was it?”

He shifts. “It was the crackling sound of your magic, then the room felt like an electric shock, then smelt of cooked arachnaewasps. Whole pile of them dropped dead, while you were slumped over the desk, bleeding both blood and magick.” He sounds a bit shaken, if I’m not wrong. Like it was some nasty sight to see.

I drag my eyes over him, watching him fiddle with his sleeve as he talks. Something feels off. Something he’s not saying.

“Then what?” I ask.

He turns, then frowns. “What do you mean ‘Then what?’”

I shrug. “What happened then?”

He stares at me. “Miss Starborne let the students go, and Gareth offered to help take you up to the room.”

“Where were you?”

“Making sure you didn’t shock off my hair,” he snaps, shifting. Still seems off.

I take another mouthful of potatoes. There’s even extra butter on it. “You sure?”

“Yes, of course I’m sure.” His head turns away, topic switching immediately. “Are you nearly done with that?”

I shrug. “Let me eat,” I mumble. He scoffs, going to move, but I catch his wrist. “Baz?”

“What?”

I feel around his fingers, smiling at the thought of them pushing back my hair. I liked that. I want him to do it again. “Stay here. Just for a moment.”

“Why?”

I shrug. He’s doing nice things, and Merlin, I want him to keep doing them.

He glares, but stays, watching me eat.

I look up, trying to catch anything on his face. Anything at all.

It looks a little more full than usual. Almost pinkish. “Did you eat down there?” I ask, sipping my juice.

He nods. “Why?”

“No reason.” His hands seem trembly. Why are they trembly? “How long was I out?”

“An hour, maybe.”

“Takes you an hour to eat?”

He stops, then turns away. I think over the muffling.

“Your voice sounded odd early.”

He gets more tense, trying to pull away from me, but I hold him still. Keep him close. “Baz?”

“What do you want?” he says deep and slow.

“I dunno, what do you have to hide? Being a vampire--”

He stares at me, eyes cold and making my heart half stop, and it lasts for just a second too long. Shit. “Shit,” I whisper. “Shit, shit that was wasn’t it?”

He’s silent, still glaring at me.

“’S okay,” I say, taking my tray and settling in onto our shared bedside table. “I won't--Baz, I wear. Nobody has to know.”

“Didn’t say it like that a few years back.”

I stiffen, pursing my lips. “Yeah, well, we graduate soon enough,” I mumble. “What does it matter if you are or aren’t? Nobody would listen if it was true, anyway.”

He glares at me, weight shifting on the bed as he stays silent.

I watch his hands, slipping mine into them as they sit still, skin against mine.

“If you are a vampire then, then what happened when I was bleeding? Why didn’t you just come in here and attack me?”

“There’s countless reasons for me to not to--”

“And then you cleaned me up nice and well, and Merlin, brought me up dinner? What was that all about?”

“Nothing,” he hisses. “Not a thing.”

“Baz?” I whisper, scooting closer. “Just say something human for once. Why didn’t you attack me?”

“Why doesn't it matter?” He pulls further back, refusing to look at me, so I turn his face close.

His mouth falls open, not yet turning into a pout as I shift in, swallowing hard. “Because you fight me for years, and the moment I’m hurt, you scamper around and help me? Why? Why is that?”

“Stop--”

I huff and pull him in, pressing my lips to his briefly and waiting, hoping he’ll push me off, so at least we have a solid answer. But, instead, he confuses me further and stays for a few heartbeats, waiting, pausing, then pushes in, kissing me back.

I sit, sucking in a breath as he abruptly pulls back and stares over me, eyes going wide. He goes to move away, but I yank him back in, letting him tumble on top of me.

“What are you--” he starts, but I grab his collar, voice pointed as I cut in.

“You were here,” it’s almost a snarl. “You helped me--you brought me here. You took care of me, and didn’t even bite me. I was bleeding out, Baz. Why did you do it?”

“Because I love you,” he spits, nose nearly brushing against mine. “I fucking love you, you idiot.”

I pant, letting the words silence both of us before he leans in, settling his lips into mine before I tug him closer, kissing him hard.

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Fantasy AU

Dick Grayson: Forbidden

A/N: The final one albeit late! My apologies but here you go.

Warnings: None???

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Being a noble maiden of the kingdom was strenuous, being the Princess of Ravaryn made it even more so. With aspects of being the 'perfect' daughter and influential figure added to your shoulders it was no wonder you had phases of rebellion.

If anything the King should be grateful you even showed up to the ball, the congregation of available Princesses and Duchesses also looking for a husband in their expensive flowing gowns and beautiful features maintained the fleeting attention of various suitable noblemen. The amount of suitors that had tried their luck was credit to your beauty enough, but you were not naive, it was the title they desired and they'd probably have the women they'd flirted with prior as mistresses during your union anyway. Alas, to appease the masses you played nice and observed almost all guests throw themselves at members of the Wayne family, Dick Grayson in particular. Admittedly you found him attractive, but he could have a flock of women with simply a smile - it's been that way since you were young. Although in your previous brief encounters, he was always so genuine - you recalled him informing the young ladies that he was from the circus, hoping that'd rid him of the crushing admiration they 'apparently' held for his handsome features and it worked, all lost interest except you who only grew more intrigued. That's why you associated so often despite your father forbidding such a union, his past and lack of true royal blood didn't change how you viewed him unlike other monarchs. Even as you matured, it was difficult to keep your distance from one another, carefully avoiding your families informants and suspicion of other Nobles when doing so. Though currently, you'd managed to sneak out of the ball undetected opting to change into clothing more fitting of your disapproving destination.

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It wasn't uncommon for you to be seen wandering the streets and many of the townsfolk favoured you because of your friendly attitude toward all beings regardless of species or wealth. So when you burst into your local bar, a wave of cheers and greetings sounded from friends that were deemed unworthy to attend the Palace event.

"Hit me with my usual~" You sung once reaching the ancient oak bar, the Faun bartender pleased with your regular business automatically slid over your favourite alcoholic beverage and proudly leaned over the counter to talk to you like always.

"I saved some for you Princess, knew you'd be in tonight or at least I sure hoped so. And by the way, Happy Birthday!" At his last sentence, the whole pub sparked to life with 'Merlin' the mage illuminating the warmly lit area in an array of morphing sparks and colours that delighted the senses, the iconic noir grand piano of the Inn belted upbeat music accompanied by the rest of the jazzy band which set rhythm into people's feet with your friends and locals dancing together. Laughter surrounded you with occasionally out of tune vocals echoing over the music as everyone enjoyed the surprise party as well as some humorous shenanigans encouraged by the constant serving of alcoholic beverages.

"Hah - bet our celebration is a lot better than that fancy pants gig you came from huh your highness?" The young Blacksmith grinned, offering you a tastefully crafted dagger by his own hand as a gift.

"You- you all remembered? I thought-" You couldn't even expressed your gratitude properly but they understood.

"Of course we did, as mates of yours we weren't distracted with getting you a husband like those nobles are. Now c'mon, enjoy your birthday your Majesty!" The faun enticed, lightly herding you off of your barstool before a handsome villager pulled you into the fray, you danced with them, next being spun into a witch coven who wished you well, your feet were non stop, being met with the paces of werewolves to vampires to townsfolk each twirling, dancing and offering you their blessings and suddenly the music halted with your new partner.

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You turned into him, the man who caught you by the waist thus silencing all surrounding you by appearance alone. By the rich texture of his clothing and the golden medals adorning his chest you knew he wasn't local.

"So you thought you could leave all by yourself? Not very smart of you my Queen." His voice was smooth, tone knowing that he had one over on you with a playful spunk to it.

The accurate nickname was the giveaway but you gazed into the sparking sapphires of Dick Grayson anyway, taking the time to remove your hands from his chest.

"Don't call me that yet - shouldn't you be looking for a wife or something?"

"Oi oi your Majesty! The mans' calling you his Queen, don't that mean you're his wife?!" Instantly, one of the ale mugs was shot across the Inn courtesy of your favourite Faun, hitting the Blacksmith square on the skull thus knocking him out cold much to your relief.

"Well... I knew you were strange (Y/n) but I didn't expect to see you in a place like this." Dick commented, overlooking the less than regal scenery.

"Oh really? What's wrong with it? Aside from drunkards jumping to conclusions obviously..." The last part was muttered in a sheepish manner but the defensiveness in your tone was admired by your friends.

"Nothing, it's awesome!" The pure happiness in his voice surprised you somewhat, as well as the rest of the guests but you could tell they’d already accepted him.

"...You're not like the others are you Dick Grayson?"

"It takes one to know one (Y/n) (L/n). Anyway I saw you disappear and I couldn't exactly let you leave without me so..." He trailed off, almost embarrassed as he spoke which indicated he was hiding something and with an expectant look he would tell you.

"..."

"Okay to be honest the Ball was super boring and I only attended to hang out with you but you disappeared, plus this party seemed pretty sweet."

"What I can I say? My friends know how to entertain." You laughed, guiding him to a quiet secluded corner booth where drinks were served as you sat down to catch your breath.

"I agree, but you're not going to find any approved suitors here."

"Ah yes, I'm missing out on the blissful marriage to some aristocrat I may not even like in hopes of making the rich richer. He'll probably only cheat on me anyway, and so I doubt I'm missing out on much.” You offhandedly shrugged, taking a sip of your beverage.

"Ah you might be right but we're not all bad, for the record if I were allowed to marry you, it wouldn't be for my Kingdom, nor for the Royal Courts. They would matter but those duties would fall second to you, you'd be my one and only - forget mistresses or whatever they'd expect me to indulge in." It was reassuring to know that you both agreed with one another, despite this opinion most likely being frowned upon by the King.

"It would be the same for me if I were to ever have the pleasure of marrying you, you'd be the one thing I'd truly love more than anything. You'd come first."

"Maybe that's the real reason we're forbidden to marry, because it would be for love and not power." The male spoke truthfully, sheepishly running a hand through his raven hair.

"Are you saying you love me?" Your voice held a degree of mischievous merit, amused at the position you found yourselves in.

"That depends, are you saying you'd want to marry me?" Dick matched your tone, equally pleased with your wit.

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“YOUR MAJESTY!”

Instantly you were on your feet, conversation long forgotten and curious glare directed at the Royal Guards situated at the Bar entrance.

“You’re with - It matters not, your father has ordered your return but under these circumstances, we are to place you both under arrest.” At his statement, the bar fell into silence and you knew that your friends would be willing to fight the Guards for you with no hesitation - you lowly raised your hand, a respectful nod sent to the Faun who immediately understood, they were not to involve themselves in this, those were your orders.

“You can’t, I forbid it!”

“I regret to inform you that the Kings commands outrank yours. By far.”

Your expression hardened at their honest explanation despite a majority of the group watching over you since birth, Dick placed a careful palm on your waist leaning to whisper in your ear.

“I can take them, all you must do is ask.”

Instantly your gaze softened as it locked with his crystal ones, you knew he was perfectly capable but that would only make the situation worse.

“No, I won’t let you get in more trouble.”

“Step away from the Princess immediately!” The lead Guard demanded due to your close proximity, sword pointed in your general direction. You were aware how your father hated the bonds you shared with an ‘unworthy’ suitor but this was ridiculous.

However, Dick obeyed albeit reluctantly - on the other hand, you weren’t as disciplined when it came to your fathers orders. As a result you pulled him toward you, hands placed on his chest before gently reaching one to his neck to bring his lips to meet yours with more passion than there should have been. You pulled away, both of you exchanging meaningful looks before turning your attention back to your loyal guards.

“What if I want him as close as possible?” Your words held mischief, playing with idea of taunting your father through the guards who no doubt would diverse the event in full detail.

“Then we shall arrest you... My apologies your majesty.” And they did just that, separating the two of you with their weapons before escorting you out of the bar with little resistance as you laughed under the flurry of witty remarks courtesy of Dick Grayson.

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“So my Queen, I’ll take our current situation as a yes to my previous question?” His time was charming yet held underlying sincerity.

“Yes! Of course it is, how could I say no to a man like you my love?” Yours more sarcastic but truthful none the less as the Guard urged you toward the carriage.

“Then I promise I’ll do it properly once we’re out of this mess (Y/n).”

“I look forward to it.” You gave him a wink as you we’re seated opposite one another in the carriage - no doubt on the way to face the wrath of your father.

Together.

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