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s0apmactav1sh · 1 month

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Part 2 of Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Knight!You who suddenly finds yourself wandering the castle during the night after your conversation with Price unable to stop the words that were constantly repeating within your mind. Why had the king seemed so interested on why you hadnt any body? Did he not appreciate your willingness to deprive yourself of the love and touch of another so you wouldnt worry more about them than him?

Of course you were constantly distracted now, letting guards you sparred with take you down so easily all over being stuck inside your own head. And this wasnt sitting right with King!Price who was wondering why his prized knight now suddenly couldnt beat the other royal guards like you used to.

King!Price who ends up calling you to a meeting in his chambers. Forget the throne room or his royal office. His chambers were where he'd like to speak to you. And like the loyal soldier you were, you were there on the dot entering in after he gave you permission. Other guards and servants around the castle certainly found this strange but it was by the request of your king.

King!Price who doesnt even allow you to speak your reasons. He's just so disappointed that youve lowered your standards. Thats not what a knights meant to do and he makes sure you know that in the most humilating way possible. By having you on your knees looking up at him while he smiles down at you, your head tilted up by the grasp he has on your hair. And its not to be mean, no Price could never. Your his prized knight after all.

"Wheres that devotion gone? Have you suddenly lost it. Is that why your letting those pathetic guards beat you down?"

At that he can see the shame that washes over your face. He wasnt meant to see or hear about your faults. You were meant to be perfect in his eyes no matter the cost. Didnt he understand that the only reason you were acting the way you were was because of him. Your loyalty and devotion for your king ran as deep as the oceans and nothing could change that. So how could you make it up to him? How could you get rid of that disappointed look in his eyes that was practically like the devils glare to you. By offering yourself to him.

"No. My king. Please my devotion and loyalty still lays in your palms. Take what you need of me. Leave me as nothing more than filth if you please, just dont be disappointed in me."

And as those words came tumbling from your lips King!Price knew he had you. He would always have you. Even if any others came along and tried having you for themselves he knew your eyes would always stray back to him because he was your god. You worshipped the ground he walked on, took in his words like water and kept the sight of him embeeded in your brain just for a reminder that he was your king.

Plus who was to blame him when he accepted your offer of yourself? He had already been without a warm body in his bed for a few months because of his late husbands death. What did it matter that he filled that empty spot beside him with your body instead. What did it matter that he filled himself with your cock at the end of every day to make up for the months without any relief.

And like the devoted knight you were, you complied with his ever ask. If he needed you youd remove yourself from your duties, replacing yourself with a capable knight to continue them to rush to him and give him exactly what he wanted. Which more than likely was your cock in his hole while he worked, relaxed or even when he was "napping". You would always come running and he knew it.

Am have this Ig? Does it tie in with the last part not at all. I literally need to sleep 😭 its been nearly 3 days without and im barely able to register whag I wrote. Ill make a part 3 in a few days thats just smut for this.

@rodolfoparras

#fjords rambles #call of duty #price imagine #male reader #king price #knight reader #price x male reader #part 2 of ??#goodnight #i need to sleep

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yanderambling · 1 year

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Ahhh love your writing!! Can we get something for yan!ruler and their willing darling who's also their knight? Reader is pining towards their totally sweet and kind ruler and when the ball comes they're very sad cause now their Highness will dance with some noble and ofc fall in love and reader have never had a chance with the royalty anyway :((

But they didn't know those concerns were in vain🙂🙂

i'm so happy to hear that! and what a wonderful idea, thanks so much for sending it!! i may have taken it in a slightly different direction, but i hope you enjoy <3

concept: Submissive Monarch!Yandere(gn) x Pining Knight!Reader(gn)

words: ~1.1k

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, slight manipulation, this one's actually p tame lol

You hadn't been working for Aschanti very long when they promoted you to their personal guard.

You were honored by the trust your noble ruler had in you, and you still work tirelessly to ensure that trust was not misplaced; the last thing you'd want to do is disappoint your dear sovereign.

Aschanti is a righteous and just power, they're clever and virtuous and surprisingly kind, to boot. You admire them immensely, and you're grateful every day for the privilege of being in their royal majesty's presence while you keep them safe and secure.

You couldn't be happier to be by your ruler's side all the time now.

Well... almost all the time.

You struggle at times like these, these high-class social gatherings where you have to watch them dazzle and charm (more so than usual), where they play nice and rub shoulders with the elites.

It just makes the divide between you two so much more prominent in your mind; you feel terribly out of place as a working hand among all these elegant nobles- and watching half of them squabble for Aschanti's attention is just the icing on the bitter cake.

They could have anyone they want, any of those beautiful scions that look so natural in all their fineries, that move with unfaltering grace and poise, that hold high status and social connections.

Why would they ever choose you?

You were meant for the sidelines, a lowborn made to stand in the shadows and keep your divine ruler safe while they live out their life before you.

You’ve known this for ages, and remind yourself often. But, unfortunately, this knowledge cannot seem to stop you from dreaming.

If only you stood a chance with them…

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Aschanti has desired you since the first day you reported for duty.

You were so earnest, so absolute in your dedication to the crown, to them. And they could tell, they've seen countless knights pull the "happy hardworking hero" act to get in their good graces, but not you. You were real. You truly just wanted to protect them, to pledge your life to their rule, to defend their body and name alike based on only your ideals and instinct (you seem to rely on those for most decisions, and you’re very often right).

They put you on their personal guard almost immediately (which is lodged within the castle, naturally), terrified now at the idea of being so far from you after having been blessed by your glorious presence.

They always feel so comforted when they see your silhouette standing in their periphery, they lose their breath when they watch you scrutinize new persons for potential threats, their chest sets alight when they hear you shifting outside their bedroom door on your night guard (how they long for you to just come in one night and sweep them away...).

You make them feel safe, down in their very bones, until their head gets fuzzy and they just want to collapse into you and let you move and manipulate them however you desire.

They want nothing more than to be with you, to let you protect and take care of them forever, to let you have them, utterly and completely.

But they could never lay themself bare like that, especially not in front of you.

How disgraceful, for a monarch to want such perverted things from their guard, to yearn to be dominated by their own knight. They can't begin to imagine what the world might think- the council, their allies, the social elite- but that's absolutely nothing compared to their fears about you.

God, they wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye if you knew what they thought every time they see your muscles flex while you train, or when you place a gentle hand on the shoulder before walking ahead, or when your eyes get that thrilling, stony look when you focus on a task- they would cede their entire empire for you to look at them like that for just a minute while they knelt at your feet.

But then you would never look at them the same. You'd never respect them again. You’d likely be so disgusted that you would resign, and then where would they be?

They’d have to detain you somehow, of course, make up a collusion or the like; they know they would simply waste away in your absence, so leaving is just not an option.

But then still, you would never again gaze at them with those sparkling, idolizing eyes. You would never again toss them that encouraging grin that near blinds them every time they see it. You would never again see them as the honorable ruler you've looked up to since the beginning.

You would never love them.

No, it’s too risky.

At least they can still be with you like this, choking on their desire to melt into you at any given moment, desperately trying to maintain the illusion of respectability when all they can think about is your fingers around their throat.

It gets especially hard during the balls and what all; how can they even pretend to care about any of these highborn frivolities when you're standing mere feet away, watching them with those sharp, intoxicating eyes?

Funnily enough, you’re also the only thing that gets them through these circus acts.

Aschanti is always subtly watching you during these social events; they’ve perfected the art of staring as soon as your gaze shifts and looking away right before they're caught, it's kind of thrilling.

They entertain petty conversation as they recall the water that dripped down your neck when you chugged it after training yesterday, they laugh at bland jokes and picture your enchanting smile, they allow the occasional noble’s heir to place a flirtatious hand on their shoulder and imagine it’s your calloused fingers stroking their collar (they notice how you stiffen at the sight, how your lips purse and your hand tightens around your staff- it makes their blood pound just thinking you might be… oh, god, jealous over them. Maybe they lean into it a little, just to see your gaze harden. Oh, to think of all the ways you could punish them for their impertinence!)

It's still incredibly difficult for them, though.

They yearn for you every waking second.

They curse the inches between you when you stand in your place at their shoulder, they bask in the heat of your hand when you place it on their back to guide them, they imagine falling into your reassuring arms at the end of the day and try their best not to lose their composure each time.

Being with you is such sweet torture, one that they could never relinquish, because being without you would be closer akin to death.

If only you knew what they'd have you do to them...

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

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writeshite · 4 months

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“I can't give you a castle,” you remind Rhaenyra, “or wealth, or expensive dresses. I doubt I can give you more than the flowers I pick along the grounds.”

Rhaenyra smiles a little bumping her head softly against yours, “You give me loyalty; it is a rare enough commodity.”

“But how far will loyalty get me? I can't compete with the Lannisters or Tyrells or Freys.” You say, and she places her hand on your cheek in response.

“If I wanted any of them I would have them,” Rhaenyra huffs, “I want you, that's why I have you.” She affirms, pulling you in for a kiss.

#shitedrabbles #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x male reader #knight reader #i know how the dance ends but I'm choosing to ignore that #delulu is the solulu here and I'm running with it #i couldn't find any male readers for rhaenyra at most I found male rhaenyra so now imma just do what I do best and fill in the void

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imababblekat · 1 year

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Botw Champions X Knight Reader; HC’s

Anon Request, “Hey can I get the BOTW champions with a bad ass, sorta like link knight. Like they don't really have any affiliation with anyone they just somehow started helping Zelda after she said they should. Also Love your writing and thanks!”

~Characters Chosen For Request:

Link, Revali, Urbosa

~xXx~

Link:

Link doesn’t question where or how you were knighted, but he is curious to know your skill set

at the end of the day, as long as you’re not an enemy he’s pretty chill with you and actually appreciates the extra support in helping protect Hyrule

definitely becomes your personal trainer and in turn real enjoys learning moves from you he doesn’t know

likes having someone who can understand him, and when the two of you become closer he’ll often confide in you about things he often keeps to himself since becoming Zelda’s appointed Knight and Hyrules Champion

understands how skilled you are in combat but can’t help still feeling worried or fearful of you being put in danger

has to do a self reboot when he sees you trying on his armor for shits and giggles, you not realizing that you basically made his brain go haywire

Revali:

first impression is somewhere along the lines of “Oh great. Another one.”

absolutely picks on you like he does with Link; like how can you be a Knight if you’re not part of any army?

only difference is that his rivalry with you vs with Link starts to turn into something more of the fun sort, like a friendly competition of who’s the better warrior

the more time passes, the more he finds himself impressed by not just your skills but your personality as well

he quite enjoys having someone who can quip back at him and finds the fire in your eyes somewhat adorable, not that he’d ever admit aloud

100% teaches you how to use a bow instead of just a sword; tells you he only does this because it would make your fights more even, totally not because he actually likes spending time with you or anything, don’t be ridiculous!

Urbosa:

finds it very charming your dedication to protect others despite not being apart of any corpse

she finds your skills admirable and after some time of observing, ask if you’d like to join her army

it’s a huge honor, no matter your gender, and she promises to make you an even more skilled knight under her wing than before

don’t expect her to go easy on you though just because she likes you, if anything she might even train you harder than others

it’s not to be an ass, it’s because she can see the potential that you possess as well as wanting to make sure you’re always safe incase she’s not there to help fight alongside you

Urbosa would absolutely craft you personal armor with different gems to aid you in your adventures

she thinks it’s very adorable when you offer to show her some of your own moves, ya know being an extremely skilled girl boss and all, but would never turn down spending such time with you at the end of the day

~xXx~

#botw link x reader #link x reader #botw link imagine #botw revali x reader #revali x reader #revali imagine #botw urbosa x reader #urbosa x reader #urbosa imagine #botw x reader #botw imagine #botw #loz #hylian reader #knight reader #anonymous #anon request #anonoymous #imababblekat’s writing

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serena-babes · 6 days

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Royal Knight Reader x Lucifer Morningstar + Charlie Morningstar

Part TWO!!

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gender neutral!!

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Sorry for the long wait everybody! school really kicked my butt but I am back! and super excited to write! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

just wanna say rq that my requests are open! I will say though I can be a little picky but if you have something in mind I would love to hear it! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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“And so then I look over and this bitch is halfway down the street!” Angel gestured enthusiastically to the rest of the large table continuous chatter continues from everybody, especially for Lucifer and Charlie. It has been a while since this has happened.

Dinner was, nice. Maybe not the nicest dinner, food-wise. But “family” dinners aren't very common when you're always on the move or working. Listening to the laughter and plates clinking y/n looks down at their plate. Shiny fork in hand, clean warm plate. It's been a while since it's been like this, everything is so clean and shiny, a semblance of normal in this hellhole.

Too long they realize more like a couple of thousand years long, back when Lucifer was Samuel. It feels like a millennium ago, hell, at this point, it could be a millennium ago.

Heaven was a lot stricter back then, everyone was made for a purpose and whoever stepped out of line posed a threat. That was why Y/n was the perfect example. And the reason they were assigned to keep a certain someone in line.

“But, heavenly father you must understand I don't.. I'm not made to work on something… with all due respect. Frivolous and unimportant.” Y/n said sternly adverting their gaze from the man himself. But even with their protests, they were still whisked away to take care of the “problem child”

Messy, is how Y/n would describe it. A workshop with haphazardly thrown-around tools, discarded projects, various writings, and plans. And the messiest part, the Man himself.

“Samuel” he introduced himself reluctantly

“I'm not happy with this arrangement either I hope you know that. I don't wish to be a babysitter, even though you're older than me.” Y/n deadpanned, Samuel not amused by this remark went to whatever he was working on. Looking over his shoulder observing his work, not quite sure whatever the hell he was working on.

Y/n whistled out a long note making Samuels eye twitch. “Whatcha.. Watcha working on..” Y/n clasped their hands in front of them. Friendly unprofessional conversation wasn't their forte.

“I thought you said you didn't want to babysit” Samuel mocked you

��Well yeah, but that doesn't mean we both have to be COMPLETLY miserable” y/n quipped back “Trust me this will feel a little more like a babysitting shift if I just stand here and watch you…so?” Y/n gestured to the various mechanical and clay pieces Samuel was arranging.

Now, not so reluctant. Samuel shows them, and that's how it all started. He would share almost everything with Y/n and soon Y/n couldn't see what was so horrible and troublesome about him. He was sharp and witty but also, a dreamer, a chaser, and stubborn.

Everything was peaceful for a while, days spent with Lucifer, well Samuel. tinkering away or writing while Y/n trained or did whatever their heart desired. Days spent in the sun streaming through the wide windows of the laboratory some days all they would do was lie on the floor and talk

“So… why do you follow that code, what's it called again? Chivalry? “ Samuel asked laying straight on his back wings outstretched gazing at the laboratory ceiling.

“Yeah... Chivalry.” Y/n responded opting to stop training and laying down next to Samuel feeling their bones and soul decompress from the strenuous work.

“I'll remember that,” Samuel said cheekily flicking Y/N's shoulder plyfully.

“Well, I would hope you would I mean it's kinda my whole schtick” retorted Y/n.

“Why do you follow it anywho? I mean… in the end, what's stopping you from... I don't know, not?” He turned to watch Y/N's expressions.

“You shouldn't... You shouldn't be questioning the heavenly father Sammie. It's dangerous.” Y/n looked over to Lucifer, sometimes Y/n worried his thinking was the thing that would kill him.

“But, if you want to know, it's because I'm scared, I'm scared of what would happen if I chose something else. you know, what would happen to me. I'm too used to the security it provides.” y/n said honestly opting to look at the ceiling instead of straight at Lucifer. What Y/n didn't know was the saddened knowing expression Lucifer had on.

He was always the odd one out, believing more in himself than in the “higher being” that was his father. If only people could see the fear they had of the man was... Wrong.

“Hm… I understand”

“I think that's what I like about you, you're not afraid.” Y/n smiled, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a quick shake.

And that's how life was for a while, truly all rainbow and sunshine.

Wasent until Lucifer started going to Eden. Slowly but surely changes in Samuels now Lucifer's demeanor changed. And Y/n couldn't keep up.

“Sam- Lucifer. What. are. You. doing. You're going to get yourself killed.” Y/n pleaded. Grasping his shoulders hoping to shock him back to reality. But all he did was stare at the floor in silence.

“She's just a woman Lucifer .” Y/n took their hands off his shoulders and he started drifting.

“No, she's not..” Lucifer said meekly turning away from Y/n no longer wishing to feel their sharp gaze.

“Oh? So what are you telling me? That this” Y/n gestured to all the papers heavens sent over giving him warnings. “THIS. was all worth it because you found the love of your life. and that this is the woman for you?”

“I don't know… she could be.”Finally, Lucifer turned to face them.

Silence enveloped the room

“I just… Were both fucked. Things are changing, and I don't. I don't know what's gonna happen.” Y/n sat down on a nearby chair their head in their hands pulling and scratching at their scalp.

Lucifer moved silently across the room moving to observe Y/n.

It was odd he thought, on the outside, they were the epitome of resilience, class, and discipline. If one of them would be the scared one it sure as hell wouldn't be Y/n. but seeing a strong being such as Y/n clam up. Made Lucifer see them better, no longer was Y/n their “noble babysitter” or another Angel following orders. They were someone who had such complexity as him.

“Hey… whatever happens, we um.” he eyed the various papers demanding his meeting with his father.

“We will do it together, they always say new beginnings are good… right?”

And so, off to the races they went. Building disdain in heaven for the “heavenly father” advocating for more rights, changing life on earth. Creating people and new creations. Letting all ingenuity seep out of heaven's angels and onto the earth below, Showering the planet in green. Lucifer and Lilith fall in love. New ideologies are building, and new tempting offers are being given to heaven-curious Angels.

But, going up against an actual god. You're doomed for failure eventually.

Always an Angel, never a god.

If you told Y/n thousands of years before that they would be kicked out of heaven with two lovers in toe they would call you mad. Crazy even. Why would you say something so ridiculous?

“Hey! Y/n you looked a little zoned out over there you okay?” Charlie turned to you and asked

“Yeah! Everything is pretty great right now. I was just thinking.” Y/n got up from the table and went to help Charlie with collecting dishes

“Oh really? About what?” Charlie said collecting various plates and cups

“Oh, just about how, proud I am, and how good the hotel is.” Y/n smiles warmly putting a hand on Charlie's shoulder and shaking it a little. “Oh… oh Charlie... Okay, well don't cry! You know I'm not good with TEA-” Y/n said suddenly being engulfed in a bone-crushing hug and a waterfall of salty tears.

After some time, Vaggie has to take a spatula to separate you two. Charlie's tears ceased, and now you three were lounging on the couch. Very reminiscent of what Y/n and Lucifer would do in their youth… They are so scarily similar sometimes, if Y/n squinted they swore they saw Lucifer.

“When I was a kid I used to be like… SUPER scared of you for a little bit.” Charlie said smiling slightly and laughing to herself

“Really-”

“Yes.” Charlie and Vaggie both said cutting Y/N's words off. But all Y/n can do is laugh.

“Am I that intimidating? Me? I haven't won a single game of Hellopoly in my life, or uno… or I guess any card or board game. I don't see how that's intimidating.”

“You'd be surprised” Charlie quipped back a small smile gracing her features.

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments the only sound in the room being the ticking grandfather clock which Charlie eyed suspiciously.

“Hey.. so crazy idea, haha! But. I don't know, I mean you can say no! Of course! But I was just kinda wondering if you would… like to stay at the hotel? I mean protection isn't a bad thing. And it wouldn't interfere with like your actual job… but I don't know I feel like you feel better here, and I know dad feels better when you're here too.”

Y/n listened to Charlie go on silencing her with her hand

“That sounds great Charlie,” Y/n said softly getting up to put their now empty glass of wine away.

As Y/n enters the kitchen, all they see is Lucifer's pajama-clad form rummaging around in the fridge.

“Now what, are you up to? Didn't we eat like hmm..” Y/n puts their hand up to their chin mocking a thinking pose “like an hour ago?” they quip as they move to wash their empty wine glass.

“Haha!” lucifer says sarcastically pulling something out to eat.

Soft chatter filters between the two, the kitchen light pretty dark the only luminary being the fridge and the oven light.

“So… guess who is the newest resident,” Y/n said staring expectantly at Lucifer

And they swear they have never seen such a bright smile grace his face.

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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months

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Karlach X Male Reader when the party finds out their might be something that could help karlach being able to touch Reader and not get hurt they turn to speak to Reader but find his not with them he left the moment he heard about it

Shadowheart: has anyone seen Y/N?

Gale: i saw him booking it out of the area as soon as you mentioned the artifact-oh

Lae'zel: he went out on his own?!

Shadowheart: Love knows no bounds.

Karlach: where's my Y/N?

Gale: heading out on a quest to touch you

Karlach: what?

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate imagine #karlach #karlach x reader #karlach imagine #tiefling #knight reader #male reader #x male reader

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬/𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warning: scars, talking about scars and how reader got them, self harm, battle wounds, getting naked - not smut, keeping it PG and sfw.

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・It was one of the first few times that you went home to Legolas’ kingdom

・Sharing his chambers, you had stripped off to bathe

・The candlelight was dim. Slow flickering on every surface, lighting up the room with a warm glow.

・The bath was warm, not scalding but the temperature that you desired.

・Legolas had put in lavender oils and sprigs of thyme, and rose petals

・He liked to do small things like that for you

・The white haired-elf was sitting at his wide oak desk, polishing his blade. His eyes flickered upwards and watched as you climbed in

・But his eyes didn’t cast downwards, instead, they kept on staring at the many scars along your naked form

・He had seen a few in your months of courting. But you never showed him the large red and white scars on your sides, back and arms

・“ Nin mel, hin scars, how did cin get hain?” (My love, these scars, how did you get them?)

・”Ha's a an sinnarn.” (It’s a long tale) you replied, sinking into the depths of the water.

・You scarcely heard his footsteps.

・”Man nad im mel na vedui” (it’s a good thing I love to listen.)

・He came behind you and took the washcloth from your hands, gently moving it across your back, shoulders and neck

・ “War can leave both mental and physical scars,” you started to talk and Legolas sat and listened. He never interrupted, only made small noises of encouragement.

・Legolas was attentive. He memorised every word you said, while tracing the risen healed skin.

・He asked you about every single one, where you got it, how you got it, which weapon was used. Some weren’t given by another being. The mind was a battle-field, and sometimes it was too overwhelming

・Legolas didn’t judge you, not once did you feel ashamed or guilty

・When the bath grew colder, Legolas helped you from your sitting position, with a towel ready

・He wrapped you up tight and walked with you to the bed.

・Legolas treated you so tenderly. Brushing your hair, drying and dressing you. He even laid down beside you and kept on listening

・You didn’t even know you were clinging onto memories. That you needed to tell someone about what happened to you, and what you did to yourself

・You fell asleep in the Elve’s arms, and he wrapped himself protectively around you

・Legolas felt closer to you then, like he saw more of you, and now understood you better

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animatorweirdo · 6 months

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Imagine being a knight from Lordran and helping Luthien on her journey

(Another Dark Souls piece I wrote and left to gather dust in the storage. It might seem a less edited, but I hope you like it)

Warnings: mentions of dying, fighting, blood, violence, imprisonment, escaping, the C & C are the regular jerks, muteness, reader somehow ends up as that one therapist.

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- Imagine after Luthien escapes, she wanders through the outer borders of Doriath. She ends up encountering you, a person wearing strange armor, battling a terrifying creature she had never seen in her immortal life.

-It was so horrifying – she hid in the shadows and watched the battle between you and the monster.

-You skillfully evade the attacks, rolling away and using your shield to block.

-However, you were getting exhausted. The injuries had started to take their toll on you, and you had no estus flasks left. You were going to die soon if you didn't finish the creature, and you couldn’t let that happen.

-There was something wrong. You couldn't feel the connection to the flame. It vanished ever since you fell into that mist with the creature.

-For the first time in years, you were afraid of what was going to happen if you died. Even as an undead, something bad might happen.

-You found your chance to attack when the creature left itself open and quickly plunged your sword into its chest, finishing it off and letting its blood dress the grass beneath you.

-The creature screamed in pain as its body turned into dust, and you were left standing, victorious and alive.

-But, your victory was short-lived as your body began to collapse from all the wounds and exhaustion.

-You fell on your knees, your vision going dark.

-As a last resort to stay alive, you tried to dig through your bag and find the black sprite of humanity.

-You found the sprite, but you fell before you could crush it. Your body refused to move, and your mind was falling into the darkness. Unable to save yourself, you accepted your fate.

-You stared at the blue sky in wonder as you did not remember Lordran to possess such beauty before succumbing to the darkness and letting the fangs of death take you once more.

-Luthien came out from hiding after witnessing your victory and battle. She was quick to come to your side and feel the life inside you vanishing.

-She took the strange sprite that lay by your side and with her own magic, used it to heal you, unknowingly reviving you from death itself.

-You were surprised to awake from the darkness and even more surprised to find a beautiful maiden kneeling by your side.

-Luthien was glad and spoke to you, speaking about the battle between you and the monster and how she managed to save your life.

-You were amazed by her beauty and even more amazed that she was not an undead like most people you have encountered so far.

-Luthien asked for your assistance to help her travel outside and find her lover, Beren, who she sensed was in grave danger. Your sword skills had impressed her, and in return for saving you, you decided to swear your blade to her.

-You did not speak, but Luthien understood your gesture, and that is how you two set forth to find her lover.

- You never spoke or said anything, barely made any sound, so Luthien took you for mute. It did not bother her since your bodily gestures, like nods and shaking your head, were obvious enough for her questions.

-In truth, you had no idea about Middle Earth, elves, orcs, Sauron, or even Morgoth.

- However, since phantoms from other worlds were possible in Lordran, you guessed you had somehow traveled to another world, which would explain the disconnection to the flame and the fire link shrines.

-You did not have much of an opinion about the elven princess. Luthien was quite talkative, talking about the plans and sometimes ranting about the situation with her lover and her father’s pride price, which could get her lover killed.

-You did not know how to offer comfort when she was having these moments since you were rather closed off from feeling emotions and empathy, so the best you could do was lend your ear and a hand to hold for comfort.

-Luthien did not know how to feel by your silence, but she found comfort in your company and in the small gestures you did. You provided odd companionship, but it was enough.

-You did everything she asked, but one thing you refused to do was show your face beneath your helmet. It was a bit odd, but she stopped asking when you gestured that wearing the helmet was a personal choice.

- When you two were found by Huan, you reacted with aggression as you didn’t have great experiences with undead dogs from Lordran. You took out your sword, ready to kill the beast.

-Luthien was lucky to calm you down and prove Huan meant no harm.

-You wanted to trust her intuition, but still, you kept a careful watch on the hound as he led you two to his two masters.

-You were skeptical of the two Noldor princes, Celegorm and Curufin. There was something odd about them, especially how they looked at Luthien when she revealed herself and spoke to them.

-You have met a fair amount of people with tongues like snakes, so you knew something was off when they denied meeting Beren or him ever coming to Nargothrond to seek aid from its king, Finrod Felagund.

-They promised to give their aid if you came to Nargothrond, but when Celegorm offered to give Luthien a ride on his horse, you grabbed her shoulder and shook your head.

-An uneasy feeling rose within Luthien when you gestured for her not to accept the ride. You knew there was something else about the princess that she should be cautious about, so she declined Celegorm’s offer. She claimed she wanted to walk with you since there weren’t enough horses, and she did not want to make it unfair for you.

-Celegorm sent you a glare that did not go unnoticed, and it was now more clear to you that the elven prince had something else in his mind than aiding Luthien.

-Despite his insistence, Luthien declined and walked with you to Nargothrond, becoming more suspicious of their words.

-You faithfully defended her when beasts ambushed from the shadows, resulting in your sword losing its durability and breaking after the fight.

- When you reached Nargothrond, Curufin offered to have your sword patched by the kingdom’s blacksmiths, and despite your reluctance to leave Luthien alone with the princess, you complied when she insisted and convinced you to have your gear fixed.

-If you had found a bonfire, you could have repaired your sword and gear with its flames, but since you were in another world. You were unable to do so.

-You met Curufin’s son, Celebrimbor, who seemed intimidated by your presence but agreed to repair your sword and some of your gear.

-You concluded Celebrimbor was not bad like his father after watching him repair your gear and listening to him talk about things. He seemed to be rather naive to his father’s secretive nature.

-Celebrimbor was intimidated by your silence and how you watched him but then found an odd pleasant time talking with you.

-He was impressed by your gear and fascinated with your weapons since they seemed to be enchanted with ores he was not familiar with.

-He took you for mute since you only answered with nods and shakes, but you gave a different answer by drawing the name of the blacksmith who enchanted your weapons to the ground.

-The uneasy feeling about you within him vanished, and he even talked about personal things such as the ongoing thing with his family and how his life seemed to go so far.

-You didn’t know how to feel, but you offered comfort by awkwardly patting him on the back.

-However, when he mentioned a mortal man named Beren recently arriving in Nargothrond to seek the aid of King Finrod, who had left Nargothrond in charge of Orodreth — you became alerted.

- The realization that the two princes had indeed lied about Beren ever coming to Nargothrond sparked a flame of anger and fear since it meant Luthien was in danger.

-Celebrimbor was startled when you suddenly grabbed your repaired gear and weapons and marched out of the forge.

-You walked through the stone halls but hid and carefully listened in the shadows when the two Noldor princes came to your sight.

-They talked about having Luthien’s hand in marriage and gaining her father’s alliance for their war against Morgoth.

-Celegorm was certain he could gain her affection even though she had greatly refused. He would even do it by force, but in the meantime, he would allow time to soften her up while keeping her locked.

-They had however one problem, which was you. They had to find out how to get rid of you since you would no doubt help Luthien escape if you found out.

-You were infuriated by their plans to force Luthien into an unwanted marriage and the realization that they had tricked you into separating from her by having your gear fixed.

-You wanted to spill their blood and see their pathetic life leave their very eyes, but you knew that you needed to be smarter and free Luthien first from her captivity. It will be difficult since you can’t kill like you could in Lordran. The elves were living, not undead.

-Not only that, you needed to find out where Luthien was kept while not alerting the princess since you had already left the forges.

-You became cautious when Huan appeared to you from the shadows. You were ready to kill the creature, but when the dog laid down in submission – you hesitated. There was something in its eyes that told you not to kill it, not yet, at least.

-You had an odd feeling that the beast was on your side instead of its master. However, since dogs can’t talk — you decided to break your silence and ask where his masters had hidden Luthien.

-The dog stood up and motioned you to follow him. Reluctant but in haste, you decided to trust the dog— after making it clear what you would do to him if he betrayed you and Luthien.

-You guessed the beast took your warning seriously as he then led you through secret paths to the room where Luthien was kept.

-You knocked on the door to confirm her presence and were slightly relieved to hear her voice.

-Luthien was glad to know you were behind the door and worried since the door was locked and said you had to find a key, which was most likely with Celegorm. But little did she know that you possessed a set of keys to everything.

-You grabbed your master key from your bag and opened the door without a hitch, surprising Luthien and Huan on the go.

-Luthien did not expect you to open the door quickly but was glad to see you, and you three then made your escape.

-Huan decided to come along despite your obvious dislike toward him, but then you were found by the two princes, who quickly learned about your disappearance and Luthien’s escape. You picked Luthien up and set her on Huan’s back so you could run.

-your high endurance made it easy for you to keep up with the dog’s speed, and you nearly made it through the front entrance only to be stopped when the two princes alarmed the guards and claimed you were kidnapping the princess.

-You got surrounded, and you had the attention of all who were in the main entrance, including King Orodreth.

-Celegorm boldly claimed you had done something to his hound and his guest, claiming you were doing evil’s work because why else would his own hound assist you.

-Luthien was infuriated and told the truth about how he and his traitorous brother had lied and locked her up, intending to force her hand into marriage, sprouting everything that happened. Why else would his hound betray him instead of helping him with his evil?

-King Orodreth and all the other bystanders shared mixed looks, uncertain of which side to take.

-Celegorm claimed she was confused, and when you saw one of his servants approach her from behind – you acted, taking out your sword and cutting his hand.

-The elves were frightened when the servant screamed at his severed hand.

-Luthien pleaded you not to kill them, but you acted when the other guards came at you.

-You fought all of them furiously, avoiding their attacks and striking back with force powerful enough to send them flying. You did not give them a chance to lay a single wound on you.

-You heeded Luthien’s plea and did not kill any of them, so you only struck them down, too injured to fight you.

-Celegorm and his brother grew pale, and the elves of Nargothrond grew frightful as you fought like an undefeatable warrior in their eyes with the strength and speed of a beast. They could not tell if you were either an elf or a man beneath the helmet.

-You turned your gaze upon the brothers after defeating all of the guards, making them prepare for a fight.

-Celegorm said he had never lost a swordfight even though there was uncertainty in his voice.

-You grabbed something out of your bag, a pouch of paper that seemed to contain dust made out of charcoal.

-They watched as you held your sword before you, wrapping the paper and the charcoal around the metal, before gripping and pulling the pouch across your sword, igniting the blade in flames.

-The brothers were startled as you held your flaming sword, ready to fight. For the first time, they were uncertain if they could win a fight as they had never witnessed such a thing before.

-However, Celegorm had his pride, and despite the odds – he was ready to fight you, unwilling to lose and have Luthien escape his grasp.

- King Orodreth quickly ordered the fight to be ceased, wanting no blood to be shed on Nargothrond.

-He turned toward Luthien and told her he believed her since you had heeded her order and not killed any of the guards.

-He did ask her and you to leave and continue your journey alone since you had severely wounded his and Celegorm’s people.

-Luthien agreed even though she demanded Celegorm and Curufin pay the price for the crime against her.

-You felt disappointed by the outcome as you would have loved to set the two on fire but faithfully followed Luthien along with Huan out of Nargothrond, leaving a forever frightful expression upon the brothers and the elves that witnessed your terrifying might.

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Pairing: Dragon!Wednesday Addams x Knight!Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After a dragon attack leaves a village on edge, a wandering knight is tasked with slaying the great beast. When the knight enters the dragon's lair, however, they find something quite different from the winged horror they'd expected...

A/N: This is an alternate, high fantasy universe where Wednesday Addams is a shapeshifting dragon. This is also my first ever fic on this site and my first time ever writing from this PoV (it's also barely proofread, lol). I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to leave feedback. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

When you’d entered through the mouth of a cave near the summit and made your descent into the hollows of the mountain, you’d expected that your journey would eventually bring you face-to-face with a dragon. You wouldn’t have come to this godsforsaken place otherwise — navigating winding, uneven stone corridors and ducking under stalactites that looked to have been polished to razor perfection. After a recent incident in which a great black dragon had sundered much of the fertile fields surrounding a nearby village, the leaders of said village had called for the monster’s head. You, a traveling knight errant, were the only one brave enough to rise to the occasion. You’d been tasked with searching the mountain where it supposedly dwelled and slaying it without mercy. The reward? A handsome sum of gold and a great accolade under your belt, both of which were invaluable to you.

Work had not come by easily as of late. More often than not, you were forced to set up meager camps in the woods due to being unable to afford a room at an inn. You slept on a rough bedroll on the grass, your throat parched and stomach aching with hunger most nights before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Assuming, of course, that the surrounding wildlife allowed you to rest without fear, or that highwaymen wouldn’t happen upon your position. Both had occurred on numerous occasions, and your armor still bore the scuffs and dings from each encounter.

This mission was an opportunity to change all of that, for good. Either you’d claim the dragon’s head and be eating like a king for a good while, you’d meet your end in a hellish blaze, or — if you’d refused the mission — you’d be a week or two away from living in squalor. The first two possibilities were largely preferable to the third.

The air grew colder the lower you descended through the cave, A deep silence filled the cavern, broken only by the clang of your iron boots against stone. The noise wasn’t ideal. You’d hoped to approach the monster quietly, perhaps finding it curled up in its chamber, fast asleep. The way your footfalls were sounding, however, you’d be lucky if it weren’t wide awake and lying in wait for you. You half expected it to come racing up the cavern any moment now, its maw opened wide with anticipation, purple flames waiting to erupt from its throat.

Your heart hammered beneath your beige tunic and iron cuirass. You kept your sword raised at all times, taking what little comfort you could from behind the slim protection it offered. In your other hand you carried a lantern, creating a cone of light in what would’ve otherwise been pitch darkness.

After what felt like an eternity of wandering through the semidark, you finally spotted an incandescent light pouring out from the vaulted entryway at the end of the passage. This was it! The dragon’s lair. Excitement and apprehension knotted up in your chest as you made your approach. You weren’t sure when you started running. Your boots pounded against the ground, the lantern swinging wildly in your grasp at your side. Your breath hitched, and then, you emerged—

—into a long, rectangular chamber that looked less like the vast, bone-littered lair of a dragon, and more like an eccentric aristocrat’s dreary getaway. To say you were baffled would be an understatement.

Flaming sconces and dark tapestries lined the smooth, limestone walls. A chair and table, both looking to be hewn from slate, were set up in a corner. Upon the table sat a large stack of parchment and a black-feathered quill beside it. A viol and its bow were leaned against the far wall.

What stood out most, however, was the coffin-shaped bed in the middle of the chamber — and the human shape resting atop it.

You inched closer, sword at the ready. Laying on a black pillow and linen sheet, arms crossed over her chest like a corpse before burial, was a girl that looked to be your age. She was almost porcelain pale, with merlot lips and raven hair styled in a parted fringe and two tightly wound braids that hung at opposite sides of her head.

Despite the confusion welling up in you and the strained atmosphere that came with hunting a dragon, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skitter upon seeing her. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the thought nearly revolted you because you weren’t yet sure if she was fast asleep, or if you were looking upon a well-preserved corpse.

Who was she, even? A captive of the monster? She looked to be a noblewoman of some sort, if the fine, pitch-black kirtle and white chemise adorning her were any indication. And yet you hadn’t heard anything about the dragon kidnapping anyone, let alone someone of nobility. And what was up with the furnishings in here? Since when did dragons care about those?

None of this made sense. Had you scaled the wrong mountain, stumbled through the wrong cave, and trespassed on a particularly refined hermit’s home? No, this was definitely the mountain you’d been directed to. The dragon had last been seen prowling around the summit before disappearing into its depth, not that you could for the life of you figure out how such a large creature managed to squeeze through this narrow, rocky deathtrap of a cave system.

Her eyes shot open.

“How long are you going to stand there staring? I’d like to continue sleeping without a loud, toy soldier in tin plate hovering over me.”

A yelp almost escaped you. You startled back, sword almost slipping from your grasp.

The girl abruptly sat up and pinned you with a searching gaze. You froze. The way she studied you — through dark brown eyes that seemed as though they could dissect you with naught but a look - was unnerving. Yet, you could not bring yourself to look away. Your skin flushed with heat and your heart raced.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her voice perfectly even.

“Uh, I’m, er—” Damn it, why were you stuttering? “I’m looking for the….dragon?”

You felt silly saying it aloud, even more so under the gaze of this stranger. You must’ve been given bad information, because there was no logical way a fully-fledged dragon could dwell in a cramped place like this.

She didn’t react at all to your statement. In fact, her angular face remained clear of any emotion. Not how most would react to news of a winged, firebreathing beast in the area.

“And why have you come looking for me?”

For me.

Your brows drew into a frown. Had she misspoken?

You soon got your answer as she slid out of the oddly shaped bed, her right hand raised. Suddenly, her black-painted nails started to elongate, curving into razor talons. You watched in horror as a layer of obsidian black scales sprouted across her hand. Her stare never left you.

Your blood ran cold. You raised your sword reflexively, leveling the tip to her throat.

She moved like a streak of lightning, crossing the chamber in the space of a breath and swiping the sword from your hand. The blade shattered beneath the force of her clawed strike, littering the ground with iron shards. All that remained in your grasp was a leather-bound hilt, wholly useless in the face of the girl you now took to be the very dragon you were hunting. Somehow, she’d transformed into a human, or at least wore the guise of one.

You swallowed thickly. Despite the fact that she was shorter than you, her presence loomed higher than anyone you’d ever met.

Anyone else would’ve shrunk away from her, to cower and hope mercy fell upon them. You remained rooted where you stood. Out of fear? Perhaps. But also, up close, you noticed the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Could start to make out the microexpressions beneath the mask of aloofness. The way her eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance at the fact that you hadn’t answered her question.

“I’m not fond of repeating myself. Why are you here?” she said, drawing out the last question slightly, every word laced with cold menace.

You pondered the question for a moment longer. Saying you’d been sent there to kill her was a great way to get yourself disemboweled by her fearsome claws, but it seemed if you didn’t loosen your tongue soon, that would be the fate that awaited you anyway.

“Well…. I’m a knight—”

“Yes, because your sword and armor weren’t clear giveaways.”

“---and a local village tasked me with handling their dragon problem, after said dragon torched their crops,” you continued as though you hadn’t been interrupted.

She scoffed. “I burned half of their crops. What remains of their fields remains perfectly fertile. They’re lucky I spared even that much.”

“Well, despite your generosity, they still want you dead. But I’m very much open to this ending a different way,” you quickly added. Given your predicament — weaponless and more or less at her complete mercy — it was best you didn’t make it out as though you were still intent on killing her. Besides, you weren’t altogether sure you wanted her dead now. You’d embarked on a journey to slay a mindless, rampaging beast, not a person.

She didn’t say anything. She neither moved nor blinked. Maybe she was waiting for you to explain your alternative solution. Whatever was going on in that head of hers, the fact that you were still alive was favorable. But before you divulged anything more, you needed some answers yourself.

“Why did you attack their field?”

“Why does that matter?” she retorted.

“Knowing the context behind would probably go a long way with winning me over.”

“I’m not concerned with winning you over.”

“Then humor me. Come on, whatever your motive was, it’s not like I’m really a threat to you at this point, so my reaction doesn’t matter.”

“You were never a threat to me. You came here completely unprepared, with all the subtlety of a trebuchet, and apparently lacking even the most basic knowledge that dragons are capable of adopting humanoid forms.” She tilted her head slightly. “You’re not a very good knight, are you?”

Ouch. That… actually stung a bit. And wait, was that really common knowledge? Why the hell hadn’t you heard about it?

Sighing, you pressed on. “My failings as a knight aside, look, maybe there’s a way this ends with you getting that village off your back and me walking out of your lair with my life. You know as well as I do that I won’t be the last person they send after you.”

“If it came to that, I’d incinerate every intruder and decorate the cavern with their charred bones.”

Gruesome. “We haven’t known each other long, but I get the sense that you’ve got better things to do than killing a new challenger everyday. Besides, if one doesn’t work, they’ll send two. Then they’ll send whole teams. Soon enough, they’ll have a mage join the hunt, and badass dragon or not, you probably don’t want to fight one of those.”

She exhaled sharply, exasperation flashing across her eyes. You wondered for a moment if you’d said too much.

Then, she turned away from you and wandered back over to her bed. You noticed the scales on her hand fade, and her talons retract. She sat down, facing you.

“My brother was attacked in that village,” she began. “He was in his mortal guise. He thought to go fishing in the stream, but apparently the villagers don’t take well to outsiders poaching from their waters, and he was taken and flogged in the street.”

Your heart sank. To think such an innocent mistake had been punished so harshly. Even though her face remained impassive, you noticed the way her jaw tightened as she recounted the tale.

“Though a dragon, my brother is a whelp, and didn’t retaliate. He is weak and shies away from exacting retribution.”

Harsh words for her own brother, but it was clear she cared deeply about him.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d done worse,” you said, gently.

Her brows raised slightly. She looked a touch surprised, the first real expression you’d seen from her.

“I considered it strongly,” she said, bluntly.

“I’m sure they’re thanking the gods you didn’t go through with it. You’re a lot more merciful than I would’ve been.”

“There’s no need to insult me.”

You snorted. “Wasn’t intending to. What you did was smarter, actually. Slaughtering them would’ve prompted a much harsher response from the survivors and neighboring towns. Thanks to your choice, you only have to deal with one woefully unprepared knight.”

A smile tugged at your lips.

She stared at you, considering your words carefully. After a pensive beat of silence, she spoke. “I assume, to sate their desire for vengeance and prevent them from sending more idiots after me, you’ll need to return with proof that I’ve been slain.”

You nodded, giving an uneasy shrug. “Yeah. I don’t suppose you have a way around that?”

She didn’t respond immediately. She lifted her hand and snapped twice. You heard a gentle whoosh and something came flying past you. It was a sheet of parchment, one of those you’d seen stacked on the corner table.

You watched curiously as she balled the parchment up whilst muttering something quickly under her breath. From what little you could make out of what she was saying, it didn’t seem she was speaking in any language you understood.

Your lips parted in amazement as a black whirl of smoke enveloped the crumpled parchment. The gathering of smoke increased in size, taking on some sort of long, slightly curved shape. After several seconds, it dissipated. The girl now held a large, faded white tooth, no doubt one that could be found in the maw of a dragon.

Her gaze flickered up to yours, taking in your awe. “Those wizards you mentioned earlier? They wouldn’t have stood a chance either.”

“You’re a mage,” you breathed out.

“Obviously. How else would I have paved this chamber?”

She stood up and walked over to you, massive tooth in hand. She deposited it in your outstretched arms. Your arms sagged slightly under its weight, but that did little to deter you from marveling at her creation, your eyes wide.

“It’s an illusion. It should be convincing enough for your village, but the spell will last a couple of days at most. Show them your ‘proof’ and then get rid of it before the illusion fades.”

She sighed. “I will be leaving this cave soon. It seems my little respite from home has been compromised.”

Your chest prickled with guilt. “I’m sorry. Is there anything else I can do before I go? Anything at all?”

The girl looked fixedly at you. Her features softened. The two of you were standing close enough for you to notice something flicker behind her brown, doe eyes. Gratitude? Fondness? Whatever it was, it made your heart flutter.

“I’m not used to a mortal engaging with me,” she said, quietly. “And certainly not one who knew what I was.

“You’ve done enough.”

You nodded, resigning yourself to this. At least you could offer her this much, getting an angry village off her back.

You shuffled around and made your way back towards the vaulted passage you’d entered through. Your footfalls clanged against the stone floor, and with every step you took, a small pang of sadness shot through your chest. Would you ever see her again? It was highly unlikely, given the circumstances, but you hoped you would.

Stopping in front of the passageway, you peered back at her. “I never got your name,” you said, meeting her eyes.

When she didn’t respond, you almost turned back around, assuming she didn’t plan on giving you a name.

Then—

“Wednesday.”

You paused, lips parting slightly. A smile spread across your face. It was certainly a unique name, and you found you liked it quite a lot.

“Wednesday,” you repeated, softly. As her name rolled off your tongue, you thought you saw her cheeks go the slightest shade of pink.

With a final nod, you turned back around and made your way out of the chamber. You felt her stare on your back the entire time. The feeling made you chuckle. As you set off through the perilous cavern, you hoped it wouldn’t be the last time you were caught in this dragon’s gaze.

A/N: I want to give a special mention to these three users: @i984, @robiin-buckley, and @captain-lessship. They are incredible writers and even better people, and I absolutely implore you to check out their works! They inspired me to write a fic of my own and gave me excellent advice when I sought it from them. I appreciate them immensely.

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Hoiiii :3 can i ask for yan! Prince where he became sick and instead of the maids taking care of him, he insist that he rather wants knight! Reader to take care of them 0:

You use the bedroom door as a shield as a bowl flies into it, shattering into a million pieces and exploding a burst of hot broth against the wall. The prince's hoarse voice drowns his screams as he violently throws his head away from the cupful of medicine.

"Let me go! I don't want it! I. Want. Y/n! Bringing them to me now!"

Your kingdom is doomed. The prince never took being sick well. In youth, having the boy sit still was like a death penalty. He'd slip out of the servant's care and infect half the castle during his daily routine of greeting everyone who worked under his father's command. The one thing that brought an end to his reign of terror was a knight in training exhausted from practice and taking refuge in his comfortable bed. The two would end up sick as dogs the following morning, but for one night they both knew peace.

You fix the blanket on your arm back to your shoulder and step inside the room. The prince tries to leap out of bed, but is stopped by the strongest of the maids tossing him into the mattress; pushing his head into the pillow like she was attempting to suffocate him the wrong way.

"Y/n!" He breaks into a coughing fit, the hands restraining him quickly darting away. "you came."

"I was taking care of more important tasks." You spread the blanket over the empty half of the bed. The prince sighs dreamily.

"Your sheet..."

He runs his cheek against its corner as you turn to the maids. "Apologies for the trouble. If one of you could bring me some more soup, you all are free to good."

The servants race for the door, tripping over each other as they shout for the elixir likes it's a blood sacrifice. You sit down on the bed, placing the back of your hand to the prince's forehead - recoiling like you've touched coals.

"You're burning up. Keep this stubbornness up and your father may outlive you."

"I'll live a thousand years longer than that living corpse long as I have you~"

"You are delirious. Drink." Lifting his chin, you shovel the lukewarm warm tea down his throat. He gags from the temperature and flavor, but forces it all down in hopes you'll comply to his commands for being good. He sticks out his tongue once you set the cup down.

"Ahhh. All gone."

"You're not a child, and it's a fluid."

The prince clings to the tail end of your armor, voice meek and pleading as he begs. "Y/n, lay with me like you did when we were kids. I've been good."

"I missed a week's worth of training because of that."

"But it was time that you spent with your favorite person in the kindgom. Please, Y/n? Everything hurts.."

He pokes out his bottom lips; quivering, as his eyes go wide. You roll your eyes and remove the binds of your chest plate, setting it aside as you swing your legs onto the bed. The prince throws his arms and one leg over you, pressing his nose and lips to your collar; falling asleep almost instantaneously. You swear to the gods if you get sick he'll be your training dummy for everyday you're off the force.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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You Left Your Diary At My House

Tags: Oneshot, Kaeya x Knight!Reader, Lots Of Flirting

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive (Diary Contents)

Based on the song ‘Wait a Minute!’ by Willow Smith. You’ve lost your precious diary, only to have it returned to you by your one and only crush; Kaeya Alberich. He said he read it by accident, but did he really?

Just so y’all know, I had a dream about this HEHEHAUAH

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [19/04/23] ❞

Picture this; you possessed a diary that you carried with you everywhere, compacted with your deepest, darkest secrets. One of many, encompassed your romantic feelings for your Cavalry Captain, Kaeya Alberich.

Now imagine your distress when you found you'd misplaced your diary on your way to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. You were entirely and utterly distraught.

How could you have lost it? This is really bad, and at the headquarters of all places?!

Because you were colleagues with Kaeya, the headquarters were arguably the most disastrous spot to discover your diary was missing, as you were a knight. Except for one thing; that he's your boss. If he was aware of what you were writing concerned him...

Your job? Gone.

However, there was not much you could do about it right now.

You were stuck in perhaps the most dreary meeting imaginable with the Acting Grand Master, Jean, and an assortment of other knights. You sat there while Jean droned on about security reinforcements and city updates, and when your thoughts drifted to your poor diary, you couldn't help but feel like you were being scrutinized.

You cocked your head to see who it could be, and your heart sank instantaneously.

Kaeya was smirking at you.

You were sweating profusely. You were practically agonising over the time as the clock on the wall painstakingly ticked, hoping that this conference would conclude soon and you would be able to escape Kaeya's inspecting gaze. There's no way he was aware that something was amiss with you.

Unless... he knew about the diary.

He winked at you.

Fuck, he knows.

When Jean closed the meeting and dismissed everyone, you hurriedly stood up and surged to the door to make your way out. Unfortunately, you were too slow. In the corridor, Kaeya seized your bicep and dragged you aside into an empty room.

When you regained your composure, you realised he had cornered you against the wall, one arm besides your head and the other around your waist. It required a strenuous effort for your knees to not buckle from the close proximity of Kaeya’s body; from this vantage point, you were able to pick out the minor nuances about his facial features.

And Barbatos, did he smell phenomenal. It was reminiscent of a warm musk aroma, with a floral undertone. Whatever cologne he's wearing, it was absolutely divine.

You pinched yourself mentally. You shouldn't be thinking about how great he smelled; remembering where you were, you arched an eyebrow at him and pressed yourself harder against the wall in a vain attempt to get away from him.

“Uh, Kaeya. Did you need something...?” You hoped he couldn’t see the blush coloring your cheeks.

He did nothing except give you a once over and smirked at you, before abruptly moving away and reaching behind him. You sported a perplexed frown as he held out your diary in that lazy, complacent attitude he's continually in, and all the colour drained from your face.

He smiled jocularly at you. “You know, I read these pages... you must really love me.”

You attempted to wrestle your diary from his hands right away, but he was sharp enough to raise the book high over your head, beyond your reach. He took pleasure in seeing you flustered.

He tutted at you, clearly teasing you on purpose now. “You’re quite the naughty one, writing all these fantasies about me.”

You blushed profusely, unable to respond. Kaeya stepped closer, his arm now dropped and his words murmured by the shell of your ear.

“Tell me, do you fantasize about me at work, too?” He declared this while smiling inches from from your lips, his nose brushing against yours just barely.

You were deafeningly silent. He got you there, but you'd never confess it.

Even though you were still a sputtering mess, you had the foresight to take your diary and find it within yourself to be at least a little bit upset. “How the hell did you even get it? You shouldn’t invade other people’s privacy!”

Kaeya shrugged, as if he hadn't just blatantly asked you a humiliating question. “You dropped it on my doorstep last night. When you were helping me home from Angel’s Share?”

Your eyes shone with recognition. He was drunk, and you offered to take him home. You were beginning to rue your decision.

The words rolled off his tongue silkily. “I was going to return it to you this morning, but I couldn’t help but accidentally read your innermost thoughts.”

Damn him. You both knew that was bullshit.

Some of the tension in your shoulders poured out in ragged breaths as you tried to relax. “Are you satisfied now?”

You could still feel your cheeks flush with shame as he taunted you.

He pretended to look in thought. “Hmm... No.”

You felt the embrace of dexterous hands finding traction on your waist and velvety lips coming into contact with your own, before you could object or ask what he wanted from you. You melted in his touch, moving your lips against his in a slow rhythm.

It was relaxed, dulcet and completely unanticipated.

Kaeya pulled away from you, flashing you a teasing smile again. “You should really give me a step by step on everything you wrote about me in that little diary of yours. Perhaps I’ll make those fantasies come true.”

You felt your heart soar with delight, and you were utterly frazzled. What was he implying here? Kaeya had never made sense to you. Regardless, you wished Teyvat would devour you whole.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard Kaeya's footsteps clicking away from you, and then he was casually strolling out the door, as if he hadn't just offered you the proposition of a lifetime.

He left your conscience scrambled.

“Wait a minute!”

#↳˳🖤;; ❝ oneshot ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#oneshot #oneshot genshin #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #genshin impact #genshin #genshin oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #kaeya oneshots #kaeya alberich oneshot #flirting #kaeya being kaeya #knight reader

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yanderambling · 10 months

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OMG IM SO GLAD YOUR DOING THESSE!!!!! Can I please please get Aschanti (submissive royal) with F I M and S??❤️❤️Thank you so much for writing!!!

yandere alphabet ~ Aschanti

(submissive monarch!yan x pining knight!reader)

full alphabet here <3

Fight [How would they feel if their darling fought back?]:

Aschanti would immediately cave to any resistance you showed them, unless they felt they were at some risk of losing you completely. In the event that they were forced to keep you against your will, Aschanti would never raise a hand back to you in violence- they probably wouldn’t even try to defend themself. Even if you hit, kicked, and spat insults at them, Aschanti is certain that you’ll come to understand in time, and so they will meet all of your offenses with nothing but gentle placations and a patient smile. They would keep you away from any deadly weapons out of necessity, and if you proved persistent then they would reluctantly promote a temporary personal guard, just to keep them alive long enough for you to realize how you really feel for them. It would break their heart to see you so upset, but Aschanti would gladly let you take out your frustration on them as much as you needed.

Ideals [What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?]:

Aschanti rarely lets themself dream that far into the future, so certain are they that you could never return their affections the same way. But, when they allow their mind to wander, Aschanti fantasizes about leaving it all behind with you, just abandoning the courts and royal obligations and taking to the country with just your hand in theirs. They find guilty pleasure in the thought of becoming your housewife, taking care of you and your shared home by serving you, and letting you care for them in turn by telling them what to do, how to be. Maybe, one day, Aschanti could cook your meals (and pretend they’re your live-in servant), do you laundry (and get to sniff and taste your clothes whenever they want), and even help you wash your magnificent body (need they go on?)<3

Mask [Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?]:

Aschanti wears a couple of masks, even around you. In public, they are remarkably composed and confident, they are widely renowned for their poise and natural leadership. But, when it’s just them and you, they find it harder to keep their cool, they become notably more uncertain and deferential, more open about looking to you for direction- but they still try to maintain a regal air about them so as to not lose your respect. On their own, however, Aschanti is nearly unrecognizable from the esteemed ruler known throughout the land. They spend most of their alone time thinking about you, taking stock of their collection of your things, touching themself to the scent of you lingering on the clothes they practically smother themself with- they’re really just a needy mess when there’s nobody around to impress, and they feel no small amount of shame from their desire to show themself to you like this and let you do as you like with them…

Stigma [What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?]:

Aschanti has always felt they were forced to take positions of authority because of their royal status, but they’d always really wanted to just let go and leave the control to someone else; you’re the first person they ever felt safe enough to even entertain the idea with. Before you, they never let themself dream of giving up their control as they so deeply wished, but once they’d been in your capable hands it became impossible to stop. Really, you’re the reason they’re like this, so obsessed with retaining the stability and comfort you provide them. You just make them feel so safe and secure, so wholly taken care of- it’s a feeling they’ve always craved, and you’re the only thing in the world that has ever sated them~

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

check my pinned post~

#yandere alphabet #yandere x reader #yandere x you #soft yandere #sub yandere #dom reader #yandere king #yandere queen #knight reader #gn yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere requests

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aerkame · 5 months

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Okay, hear me out, I know this is cheesy, but I just love this 2am thought (yes, it is actually 2am rn and I'm not exactly thinking straight)...do not take this seriously. Maybe. IDK if it sounds nice enough I might write it

But imagine a combination of fairytale tropes and a happy-ish ending (depending on how the villain wants things to go). There's a dark and evil lord taking over the lands in this medieval fantasy world. His army is growing by the day and no matter how hard other kingdoms try, their best knights never return when sent out to destroy him. Everything is seemingly over for the world...that is until an unknown knight in white armor, riding a strong and noble unicorn shows up and begins to unravel each plan that the dark lord has made, saving hundreds of lives.(I love the idea of old medieval unicorns, they sound kind of badass, also unicorns only let themselves be ridden by pure maidens with kind hearts apparently).

The white knight is often seen helping those that are vulnerable and defeating the generals of the dark lord but never killing them. Not a single drop of blood is shed when the white knight is around, infuriating the dark lord so much that he goes out in his own black armor to put a stop to this white knight.

The dark lord then pulls a Bowser move and kidnaps princess Peach the white knight after discovering who she really is inside. He kinda likes it, this is a nice feeling that will totally not cause him issues in the future... :)

Anyways, white knight escapes, dark lord goes oh snap I just lost my queen, and chaos happens.

They then end up fighting, the white knight not really wanting to do this, but hey, what can do you about this situation y'know? Another antagonist suddenly appears, it's some jealous and zealous golden knight that's upset the white knight is doing a good job at preventing death for everyone and he stabs the white knight fatally in hopes of fighting the dark lord himself but he gets got by the dark lord's pet dragon instead.

Cut to a Snow White or Disney princess-esc scene of the white knight without the helmet laying in a cozy bed and the dark lord kisses her to bring her back to life somehow because love works like that.

IDK how it would go after that though, depends how evil the dark lord actually is. His greatest enemy is bed-ridden and unable to fight and there's no one to stop him or his army now. So really, he could do what he wants at that point.

#2am thoughts #writing prompt #knight reader #yandere #reader insert #crack fic #I am half asleep typing this.#x reader #dark lord

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imcherrycola · 1 year

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Female Knight/Guard Reader references

Images aren't mine

From this imagine/scenario

Ima probably do more of female guard! reader scenarios/ imagines with other characters 👀

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd thoughts #refrences #female guard reader #guard reader #knight reader #fem reader #hotd x reader #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #female guard #female knight

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serena-babes · 1 month

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Knight Reader x Lucifer Morningstar x Charlie Morningstar

platonic!

This is a little teaser for what I'm cooking up right now! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

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Ever Since Lucifer and Lilith's fall from grace, protection has always been a necessary resource. Y/ns has been there since the beginning pledging allegiance to both the king, queen, and the then young princess serving them for centuries. Y/n and the rest of the knightage fought to make sure to keep hell orderly, or as orderly as hell can get.

Y/n was much more serious compared to their fellow knights being a Grand Cross comes with its different sets of responsibilities that in their mind “allow for no error.” due to their seemingly frigid exterior outsiders would think Y/n was only following the chivalry code nothing more. But, on the contrary, Y/n did truly care for Morningstars.

This is why Y/n's heart dropped hearing about the extermination coming earlier than expected, it was always busier during this time of year. The number of casualties just from the royal guard was always a hard gap to fill after the massacre was over. But at least, the Morning Stars were spared. This time, however? Y/n wasn't sure everyone was going to come back alive, a direct attack from heaven? Some of their most skilled knights have fallen to the hands of exorcists. How in hell would Charlie ever come out alive?

But, Y/n takes orders, and Lucifer stops her from interfering.

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“I don't understand why you won't let me do this,” Y/n exclaimed curtly, brows pulled tightly together. The confusion was evident in their tone, their body rigid like a sword. A still silence blankets the room after no response. Y/n, Moving forward through Lucifer's study smoothly dodging various piles of ducks. Continued.

“I am loyal to this family, eternally. And the one chance I am needed…you, tell me to stay?.. Why? She is your daughter. Do you want her blood to spill across the pavement? Because that is what will happen if you let this continue.” Anger started to bubble to the surface as they pointed an accusatory finger at Lucifer.

The silenced followed them

“You must let me go I have-” Y/n pleading began

“Stop, I order you to stop,” Lucifer said weakly, looking away unsure. It was obvious he was going through his own anxiety and turmoil due to the extermination and the safety of his daughter.

“She has to do this, you.” he looked to Y/n glassy-eyed

“Cannot face heaven” he continued “I don't think anyone here really can… Charlie can hold her own. I mean if anything this could I don't know, um.. steer her away from heaven!” he said, his charismatic exterior seemingly returning to his body.

“Yes…but what do we do if she cannot handle it.” y/n said quietly, mouth pulled into a deep frown.

“Well, who better than me? King of hell! Eh! Eh!” lucifer exclaimed loudly elbowing y/n's rib cage

“This is not a time for humor,” she responded coldly. Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully.

“ Y/n I'm worried about her too, but this is something she needs to do. If I need to I will step in. You have enough to worry about with everybody else looking to you for guidance, have faith in her. So! I order you to stay here!…. Please.” Lucifer exclaimed albeit a little awkwardly since he was not used to giving many orders directly to Y/n's face

Y/n Sighed bending down to kneel “As you wish my king.”

“Okay okay, you don't have to do all of that! I mean, come on! You're practically family.” Lucifer exclaimed in surprise.

And so, Y/n trusting Lucifer they went back to their duties. Making preparations for extermination day preoccupied their mind most days. but silently anxiety seeped in. Truthfully, Y/n is terrified of losing Charlie and Lucifer they're the only family they've ever had. Even in life, Y/n wasn't close to anyone as much as they were with the MorningStars, which is why relief flooded Y/n's whole body hearing that both Charlie and Lucifer were safe in the end.

#charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #knight reader #lucifer morning star x knight reader #lucifermorningstar #lucifer magne #charlie magne #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanart #Charlie Morningstar x reader #hazbin

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