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zorelle · 2 years
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ghosts-of-love · 10 months
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happy pride month, time to reread Stone Butch Blues <3
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suddencolds · 1 month
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#not snz and not a vent... just passive musing#had a dream two nights ago where someone who i used to know (and love a little) wished me goodbye with a#kiss to the hand before i flew away from them forever on a magic chair#which is very stud//io g//hi//bli-esque and frankly very unserious but#the feeling of grief i felt saying goodbye to a friendship which i had once held so close to me - and which i know can probably never#be as close as it was at that point in my life - stuck with me for a long time even after i woke up#it's been something i've been thinking about for awhile... but the dream felt like such a concrete and painful severance#i think that like a childish part of me wants to hold the people i'm close to at#the same distance and trust that they will stay there forever#but logically i know it's natural that the people i met under certain circumstances might drift apart once those circumstances change#for one or both of us... i guess friendship really is just a lucky convergence at one point in time where everything aligns#like i know this and i have known this for awhile but god does it hurt#especially those kinds of goodbyes that feel so gradual... not like a clear severing of ties but just a gradual disappearance#i think i probably have to not feel so hung up over what i used to have. and for the most part i am not; life goes on#but for those people?#i sometimes just miss them#there's a special kind of hurt knowing that i could reach out to them and say hello and that they would probably respond but that it might#never be quite the same again
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yuridovewing · 9 months
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hollyleaf is a character that i still really love but also makes me go "oh cmon you couldnt have made a better ending for her?
#i can fix her. in my rewrite i can fix her#the concept of a character who was so devoted to the code (which has very horrifying rules included in it)#suddenly discovering that her very existence is violation to the code on not just one but two major accounts#and like before then she'd enforced it on other people and lectured about it and held it so close to how she lived her life#only to have it fall apart and with it goes her mental stability#and not only that she kills a guy. her own clanmate. sheerly to save her and her brothers' skins#not honorably or in battle or anything. and she does this before she even learns who her parents are?#so thats the real start of it. what if she like... HEAVILY regret killing ashfur after she learned#because ''he was right to expose us. we are a sin that must be corrected. he was only looking out for the clan and i killed him for it''#and it just makes her spiral worse and worse and worse#and she tries to kill leafpool because shes so far gone at that point that whats one more death? at least this codebreaker would deserve it#buuuut sadly most of this is not in the actual text. which suuuuuuuucks bc its so interestinggggg in the context of their societyyyyyy#in my au she lives but i would absolutely have her reconcile with leafpool#her time away in the tunnels would be her being forced to reflect on everything#and specifically being away from clan life just shifts her perspective#and itd take a second but she would reconcile with her bio mom#i think leafpool would forgive her because it's in her nature but like we gotta SEE that happen#idk. hollyleaf. shes fucked up. shes interesting to me#i can fix her.
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perenlop · 11 months
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kudos to the xy anime at least for a) using zygarde in a genuinely really interesting and fun way and b) not trying to be like “ohhhhh lysandre has a point thoughhhhhh hes just extreme about itttttt”
#the world if we got pokemon z#which ig the anime did give us in a way so.#xy hurts me personally bc like its so close to being fantastic and a really good expansion of the games w a darker tone#but its held back by the fact that the anime will never really get as dark as it wants to its ''dark'' moments come across as forced#the time it felt the most natural was during the flare arc which felt appropriate bc they finally set up that people were going to die#and there were massive stakes at hand instead of. ''oh boo hoo ash lost a battle''#quoting dante but like just read pokespe xy it does a much better job at being a darker adaptation of the game and expanding on it#also personally just dont like it when media is like ''oh!!! oh!!! we're ADULT actually!!!!!! look at us reference porn!!! and DEATH!!!!''#and it puts no effort into actually being a more mature take. especially when we're talking about a kids show#like. gravity falls is mature in a way thats palatable to kids still while still being enjoyable and tense for adults#because it does talk about death and family estrangement and drama and focuses on that stuff#it takes the time to dedicate itself to those moments#and thats why the flare arc is so good to me and not the rest of xy. flare arc is able to focus all of its energy into the emotional stuff#bonnie's song is hands down my favorite xy moment tbh like the buildup for that througout xyz was phenomenal#its just that to get to that i had to sit through ''ha ha this scene looks like ash is begging serena for sex'' and ''ha ha snake kink!''#echoed voice
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consultingzoologist · 11 months
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Having a normal one thinking about ecology and the interconnected nature of life and death and how no species lasts forever and "bless me anyway I want more life" and "you cannot kill me in a way that matters" and how change is the only constant
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afieldinengland · 1 year
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blessed solstice 🌞
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pussy-ache · 9 months
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i probably should have checked the weather before attempting to be cute today lmao
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laterdawns · 2 years
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[ID: a section of the book 'Stone Butch Blues' by Leslie Feinburg:
"Caw, caw!" A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.
"Crow, are you a boy or a girl?"
"Caw, caw!"
I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the white cotton clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun waz hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me. /end ID]
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sharkieboi · 2 months
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had a call with my dad earlier about money/loan stuff which is already very stressful for me cause Money and especially cause the loan person wasn’t being straightforward so we had to ask a lot of clarifying questions to get a straight answer
and then when they were off the line dad tried to ask me how my personal life is going and this week has just been such a unique shit show and literally an hour before he called I had been telling my therapist that this issue was something I don’t feel like I can tell my parents about
and I was welling up with tears over the phone trying to tell him everything was okay and he got worried like “are you sure you’re okay? it sounds like you’re about to cry?” and I just managed to eek out that it was some kind of thing with a “friend I used to work with” and that everything was okay but that either way I wasn’t ready to talk with him about it. and now I know I’ve definitely just made him more worried for me and not less worried.
I just have this pit in my chest right now and it was good to talk with my doctor and address it’s presence but i’m just. empty. i feel helpless and i need a fucking hug.
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windrunner · 6 months
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Last night I had a dream about meeting someone outside of a local market (one of the ones with a section for fishing goods, a deli, and a small grocery; no gas pumps in the tiny parking lot) and while I don't remember the exact words they said to me, I woke up feeling content with the fact that I don't owe anything "love" that I can't or don't want to feel.
I can still have an incredible passion for things, I can still feel emotion the way I do, but I need to stop subconsciously forcing myself to be something I'm not anymore. I can still be part of the world and have deep bonds with other people, but I have to let myself just exist as I am and I have to let those bonds just be what they are naturally.
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sirenserendipity · 8 months
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🥾 Ahh so adding to that weight on your shoulders and showing your incredible strength. Sounds like not only do you love them and are proud of them but you're proud of what you've been able to help them to achieve. Your reflection is partly showing the success of others you've supported, coming from that role as a parent as a youngster. - that's beautiful.
Currently - only myself and my own depression. I'm doing my masters next year but focusing on the now is super hard. I prioritise my work over me and then have nothing left. It's just me that's in the way.
Okay new Q : if you could have dinner with any famous person who would it be?
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immaterial-girl · 9 months
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i would like to sincerely apologize to everyone on the internet who ever told me to “go outside”. i scorned you then but you were right. i’ve been going on walks in the woods by my house and i am convinced it has made me at least 30% more brain-normal.
if you are a person who goes on the internet, i recommend finding some trees or maybe even birds to look at for a bit. i am not kidding
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kingkonoha · 2 months
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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊!
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♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your first time having sex & becoming friends with benefits with the jjk men — nanami, geto, & gojo.
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — smut, penetration, unprotected, oral, geto is mean, jealousy, masturbation, reader gets walked in on, 69 position, brief spanking, fem reader, reader wears a skirt.
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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
Eating out his old classmate wasn’t something Kento had ever imagined himself doing.
He had grown up with you, a fellow sorcerer whom he met as a first-year eleven years ago. You did everything together back then — fought curses, shared lunches, trained until your bodies ached from exhaustion — so, perhaps, it was only natural that you would both end up sleeping together now.
Nanami had invited you over to his spacious house one starry night. The plan was to go over the tedious details regarding your next mission as first-grade sorcerers, and after a while of sitting at his dining table and discussing battle plans, it was time to take a break.
Expensive wine was poured into two glasses. After a couple of sips — and moving from his dining room to his living room couch, wanting a change of scenery — you smiled at your long-time friend.
“Remember when you used to dress like an emo kid?” Chuckling softly, you sat your glass of wine down on his coffee table.
“Don’t remind me,” Kento smiled a bit, taking a sip of his beverage as he tossed his arm over the back of the couch. “Why’d you bring that up?”
“I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed. You’re all buff and attractive now. It’s impressive.”
Kento’s eyes darted down to your legs. Your skirt had risen more than you had intended, and while Kento was a gentleman who would have pretended not to notice, he wasn’t in the mood to be on his best behavior right now.
Blame the alcohol.
Those brown eyes of his scanned your legs and thighs.
He leaned forward and placed his glass of wine on a nearby coaster.
“So, legs are your weakness, huh?”
Your bold words caught him by surprise.
When he made eye contact with you, you flickered your seductive gaze down to his noticeable bulge.
The stretched cloth of his nice pants had told you just how badly he wanted to leave wet kisses over those gorgeous legs of yours and mark your thighs with hickeys that would peek out from underneath your short skirt.
“I guess they are,” Kento softly bit his lip for a brief second. “I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on our work with this . . . problem of mine.”
“I can fix it, then.”
Despite your words, Kento didn’t wait for you to make the first move. He was a patient man when it came to being put on hold during business calls or waiting in line at the grocery store, but not when it came to fucking you.
Kento lifted you off of the couch, his hands gripping your ass as you giggled a bit, and he took you to his bedroom.
Your old classmate tossed you onto his bed and lowered his head between your thighs.
With his hands, he held your legs open, and his callused fingertips rubbed your soft skin as he kissed your clit through your underwear.
Your little gasp was all the encouragement he needed. Pushing your underwear to the side, Kento sucked and rapidly licked at your delicious clit, moaning softly as he did so.
All he wanted was for you to cum in his mouth. He had to taste it on his tongue and cherish the flavor of you.
And when your juices flooded his mouth, he felt like a fool for waiting this long to taste his best friend.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
You were angry with him — that’s how the fucking started.
After a frustrating trip to the grocery store, you stepped into your apartment with Suguru following closely behind. He sat down the three bags of groceries on your kitchen island, and shut your front door.
“I can’t believe you, Suguru.” You turned to face him, frowning up at the dark-haired man. “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, alright? You had no right to scare off that guy I was talking to.”
Suguru’s eyes darted down to your pouty lips.
You were right.
He wasn’t your boyfriend.
But he couldn’t stand the sight of that guy making you laugh, and Suguru could tell that the stranger was building up the courage to ask you for your phone number.
So, Suguru approached you. Your best friend calmly cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a public-friendly kiss, either. It was a steamy one. He moaned softly, swirling his tongue around yours, and he didn’t pull away until the man walked off, stammering out some sort of awkward apology.
You were stunned, to say the least.
After all, the most physical contact that ever occurred between you and Suguru was a brief hug now and then.
But, even so, your best friend managed to dampen your panties, and he could easily tell.
“I’m not about to argue with you,” Suguru replied calmly. He walked away from you and stepped into the kitchen, opening a bag as he started to put your groceries away.
“Don’t just walk away. Your little prank or whatever scared off someone who might have been interested in me. I can’t believe you’d do something like that and think it’s okay,” you paused, as he was completely unbothered until you muttered something under your breath: “You’re such an asshole.”
Suguru instantly froze. He put your butter in the fridge, closed it, and looked at you.
“Come here, Y/N.”
That tone. Your legs were moving as if they had a mind of their own — despite how badly you wanted to ignore him and have an attitude.
Suddenly, Suguru grabbed your waist, turned you around, and leaned you over the kitchen island. When he pressed his hard bulge against your ass, you gasped softly.
Suguru leaned across your back, pressing his lips against your ear.
“Don’t speak to me like that again. I’ll scare off whoever I need to because you’re mine. Think you can tease me with your slutty outfits for years and then find some other guy?”
A small yelp erupted from your throat when Suguru suddenly slapped your ass — and he did it twice.
“Suguru,” you whined pathetically. “Just fuck me already.”
“Nuh-uh, don’t rush me.”
You whined once again, and Suguru grinned.
Slowly, moving at a painfully teasing pace, he unbuckled his belt.
Then, he lifted your skirt.
He massaged your ass.
He ran his fingers over your pussy.
For a while, he did everything except fuck you.
And when he finally gave in — his rock-hard cock becoming much too painful to continue without some sort of relief — he moved your panties to the side and slid into your awaiting hole.
He roughly pushed you over the kitchen island even more until your feet couldn’t touch the ground, knocking over some groceries as he did so.
Thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace, he moaned over the feeling of your tight pussy.
“Suguru!” You shouted, the feeling of his cock stuffing your pussy was starting to drive you crazy.
“Shut up,” Suguru gripped your hips. “I don’t wanna hear anything from you. Just shut up and take my cock.”
It was only a matter of time before you came all over his dick. He continued to fuck your creamy cunt until his own cum shot out of him and poured inside of you, and he moaned your name like it was a sinful prayer.
He pulled out of you slowly. You got off the island and faced him.
“I’m a great friend, aren’t I?” He asked, but giving you no time to respond, he kissed you deeply once again, moaning into your mouth.
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
Satoru Gojo has wanted to fuck you since the moment he first saw you.
For five years straight, he had to pacify his desires by jerking his cock to whatever scenarios his imagination could cook up, but it wasn’t enough. As he came into his fist, he wished that he could cum inside of your tight hole instead.
But, little did he know, you felt the same way.
In fact, you had simply forgotten that your dear friend was coming over to hang out with you one day.
Being as Satoru had his own set of keys to your home, he walked into your apartment without announcing himself.
That was when he heard the soft moans.
He approached your bedroom cautiously, and with your door wide open, you saw him instantly and froze.
Your legs were spread apart with your hand in your panties. And, along with that, he saw your phone screen, which displayed a shirtless photo of him.
You took that picture yourself when you both went to the beach a few months ago.
“Don’t stop on my account, you little pervert,” he teased, unable to fight off the urge to grin.
“I-“
“Ya know,” Satoru interrupted, stepping into your room and getting on your bed. “You’ve been getting off to a picture of me instead of just fucking me in real life, and that kinda ticks me off.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, unable to hide your embarrassment. “This is so . . .”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Satoru eyed your hand, which was still inside of your underwear. “Why don’t you sit on my face to make it up to me?”
It was a daring request, and your shocked facial expression made Satoru smirk a bit.
He didn’t just want to eat your pussy, he wanted to be smothered by it.
And he was sick of waiting.
When you slowly lowered yourself over his face, your cautiousness frustrating him, he grabbed you and shoved you down onto his mouth.
Instantly, his tongue started to lap at your pussy.
He was already in heaven, close to cumming untouched based on the taste of your pussy and the sound of your moans alone, but when you suddenly leaned over and pulled his cock out of his pants, he had to fight the urge to cum into your mouth right then.
He swirled his tongue around your clit, and you circled yours around his tip.
But you wouldn’t fully take him down your throat just yet. How could you treat a friend that way?
Satoru started to squirm around — wrapping his hands around your thighs so you couldn’t lift yourself off of his face — and he tried to buck his hips and thrust himself into your mouth.
You got the hint, but teasing him was fun.
At least, it was until he stopped licking your clit, and instead started to swirl his tongue around it, purposely missing your sensitive button.
You whined, and finally, you sucked your friend��s big cock properly.
He moaned against your clit before attaching his lips to it and sucking on it, eager to taste you.
As friends, you and Satoru often had unofficial competitions with each other.
It was an unspoken conversation, but you and Satoru knew well that you were both trying to see who could make the other person cum first.
He ate you out more messily, holding on to your ass cheeks as he dragged his tongue across every inch of your sweet pussy.
You started to bop your head faster, massaging your tongue against his veins.
However, you couldn’t fight against the pleasure starting to overwhelm you, and you came first.
He shot his load into your mouth shortly after, but you could feel him grinning in victory as he slurped down your juices.
He didn’t let you off of his face until he was finished cleaning you up.
Defeatedly, you raised yourself off of him.
“You cheated,” you said jokingly.
“I won fair and square, baby.” Satoru looked up at you, and he said, “Since I won, why don’t you be a good friend and ride my cock?”
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🏷️: @sad-darksoul
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sgrplumditz · 2 months
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You had his baby and he didn't know.
She sat with the 3-month-old baby girl. Every time she looked at her she saw His eyes, the eyes of the father of her child that had no idea she existed. A perfect blend of the two, but like her father the most recognizable feature was her eyes. Carrying her mother's soft and feminine features, while having her father's gaze.
She was standing in the kitchen of her two-bedroom apartment preparing to pump her full, plump breasts as her daughter slept soundly in a playpen nearby. Thinking of her daughter had become second nature to her, which meant that her thoughts only revolved around her daughter from the moment she found out she was pregnant. Although she was struggling as a single mother, she did not hold any resentment toward Simon. After all, he had no idea their daughter existed.
Simon was forced to leave for his work responsibilities. He knew he would be gone for a long time, it was a no-brainer that they would go their own separate paths. When her thoughts were not consumed by her daughter they were consumed by Him, she craved the closure, or support, or comfort that she knew he could bring her.
Interrupted. Her thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. Her protective nature took over as she walked to the front door while holding a bottle in her right hand. Her heart sank the moment she looked through the peephole. "What is He doing here?" she thought before slowly swinging the door open.
His gaze immediately dropped to the pink bottle in her hand, "Why didn't you tell me?" he spoke, his voice was soft, yet it still held a slight tone of hostility. His accent was prominent, something she noticed would happen whenever he was emotional. His eyes looked drained, tired, and confused, but physically he looked as good as ever. His tall stature and wide frame cast a shadow over her significantly smaller build.
"Tell you what?" she said as her face flushed red and her heart pounded in her ears. Her ears also burning.
Simon walked into her apartment closing the door behind him, "You have never been a good liar". There it was, the exact gaze she saw in her daughter staring back at her in His body. That same gaze turned to his sleeping daughter in the pink playpen that was littered with stuffed animals and pink accents.
She couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. Anger, frustration, joy, sadness -- it was evident that he was on a roller coaster.
"Why didn't you tell me?", he sighed running his hand through his thick blonde hair. She was stunned, but she didn't know if it was because he actually showed up, or if she was stunned because this was their first time standing in a room together as a family. "Who told you?" her voice came out soft, timid almost.
"Price, but that is beside the matter" he paused to take in the sight of his daughter. "Why didn't you contact me? I gave you my cell for emergencies... th-this is an appropriate reason to contact me." he now sounded frustrated with her. She was gripping the bottle in her hand still, unable to relax and let it go. Was he mad?
He wasn't. He approached her and gently took the bottle out of her hand -- he knew her better than anyone meaning that he knew that she reacted poorly to confrontation. "You're okay, Love" he spoke gently as he held her small hands in his, "Talk to me, please." he pleaded as he guided them to the nearby couch, making her take a seat. There was new sense of gentleness when he spoke. The shift came naturally to him as now he was fixated on protecting the mother of his child in all aspects. His thumbs massaged her wrists gently while he waited for her to find her words. Simon has always been patient, a quality she loved about him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only audible noise coming from the cooing sounds of their daughter. "Whenever you're ready, Love. I'm here to stay," he said with his warm hands still on her.
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ozzgin · 1 month
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Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.
-Doll
This is giving me Dragon Quest vibes, haha. Not a trope I'm too familiar with, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. I shall do my best! Sorry for the delay, I hope it's close to what you imagined. :)
Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader
As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes?
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)
[Part 2]
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You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.
A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.
Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.
This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.
You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.
"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.
He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.
Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naive faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.
The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.
You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.
His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."
Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.
What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.
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