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viandclintbarton-supremacy · 7 months

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All Star (Millie Bright x GN Reader) Featuring WSL + BPL players

Warning: Swearing, Mature content

Sam Kerr XL VS Erling Haaland XL

A massive day in English football that was arriving. The Women's Super League and The Premier League were in a agreement to have a All Star match. Both teams made up from Stars of the WSL and the PL and the week would draw a lot of inspiration from the NBA all star week, Contests, Celebrity match, etc

Even though their was some concerns about the players playing too much, the game would be in off season and players had a choice to play if they wanted too. The idea of playing with some of the best in the country and friends was a exciting idea so when where contacted to be apart of Pep's side you jumped at the chance

Much Excitement was gathering for the event, especially since you was contacted to be apart of the Haaland XL and would take on the Kerr XL. The days following up to the event was press, media and training with the teammates for the match. The likes of Haaland, Mead, Foden, Son, TAA, Leah Williamson, Walker and more. Whilst the other team would have Sam Kerr, KDB, Russo, Millie Bright, Daly, Ederson and more.

During training camp you met with friends like Mead, Leah and Heung Min Son and new like Haaland, Lauren Hemp, Thiago Silva just to name a few.

Training camp was filled with banter, fun and energy. You loved being around the league's top stars that sometimes it you had to pinch yourself to see if this was real.

"Ok team, this will be the line up for the game. everyone will have time on the pitch. Even though this is a game of fun, I'm sure we all don't like to lose" Pep said in a light hearted tone which was responded with smiles and head nods. The slide would show the line up and you study it.

GK - Mary Earps

DEF- Walker, McCabe, Le Tissier, Sliva

MID - Williamson, Son, Foden

ATT - Y/N, Haaland, Hemp

You smiled at the line up, This team looked good and the bench was good too. You felt a nudge behind you to see Haaland and received a high five turned into a fist pump. Hemp who was sitting next to you also did the same. Leah, Son and Foden would just be magic. the back 4 screamed hard work and aggression and Mary had that passion to motivate the entire team. You, Hemp and Haaland is a dangerous trio. Hemp with her pace and quick thinking, Haaland is well Erling Haaland and you were the Top Goal scorer in the F.A cup and Champions league last season. This Team was powerful.

The meeting went on as Pep gave game plans and who would most likely deal with who. Like the defence and Mary having to hold off Sam Kerr and Salah. Midfield up against Rice, KDB, Cuthbert and Toone.

"Y/N, Hemp,Haaland. You will most likely be up against Trippier" You rubbed your chin, he can be a challenge "Steph Houghton" You lean forward excitement filled you as you go up against a lioness legend "Harry Maguire" You smirked at the easy challenge "And Millie Bright" Your smirked turned into a full blown evil smile, Not only would you a Arsenal Striker go up against a Chelsea captain but you LOVED challenges and Millie fitted that category. You looked at your attacking teammates who also looked intrigued and ready untill "I got a tenner on F/N making one of them break" you hear McCabe say from the back who made the room laugh, you turned to her with you smile on show. What did McCabe mean by her bet? Well you had a reputation..............for being one of the biggest shit talkers there is.

Whenever you were marked by a defender you just talked...and talked.... and talked until you were in their head or made them so irritated that they would try and two foot you and not be able to focus most of the time you catching them off guard and finding yourself through on goal

One thing that everyone knew about you when playing

No one could shut you up.

"I SAY TWENTY!" Hemp shouts taking the bet on you gave an eye roll

"THIRTY AND A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME IF IM WRONG!" You had to double take as Son jumped in on it which threw you off "SONNY!" you said flabbergasted as the rest of the team were taking that bet

"HUNDRED!" You turned to Pep and gave him a really look

"I HAVE ONE FOR YOU F/N!" you turned back to Leah " Millie is a tough one and won't be easily broken" You tilted your head a little bit, interest building "If you can get Bright to break, I will be your assistant for a 24 hours" The room filled with oohs as you crossed your arms leaning back, biting your tongue, feeling a nudge from Hemp as Son put his hands on your shoulders and shock you "Go on!" Son said "Yeah you can make her suffer" Hemp said You smiled at your friends

"And if I don't?"

"You would my assistant for a full day" You smirked and leaned forward "And then McCabe's for another 24 hours" Your smirk dropped god knows what Katie would make you do. The Team were enjoying every moment of this after the brief thought, You knew you were the best at it when it came to cracking people. You turned to Katie who had the most terrifying smile you have ever seen in your life and past lifes. Leah walked over to you with a smug and extended her hand "do we have an accord" she said in a posh accent

"I Accept" You stood up and shock to the team clapping and voicing excitement. As Leah back to her seat you gently pulled her towards you with a evil smirk "Sonny!" You said gaining the Korean's attention "Yes?" "You don't happen to have a spare Tottenham shirt i can borrow right?" You asked in a innocent voice to which Leah's grin dropped and the blood drained from her face as the room started to giggle. "Yes i do, Why would you need one" He said smiling innocently "Just thinking Leah suits white and black clothing" Leah gave you a glare before returning to her seat.

The bet was on!!!!!

After many training sessions, interviews, social media posts, recordings for tv and youtube

The day was here, The team arrived at a sold out Wembley Stadium. Fans were on a high to watch football, see interactions they thought they would never see. The whole team was excited and determined to have a great match.

The team would go out for the last training session on the field before the game, it was there you would see the other team on the other side of the pitch and there she was. Your challenge Millie Bright, you looked at the Lioness she was quite the looker and you shamelessly checked her out. But then had an idea that hopefully would work, It was simple. She just needed to look at you. and thankfully she did.

She caught you looking at her and she nodded at you but frowned at little when you didn't nod back. She waved but all you did was smirk and went back to warm up. You were all ready trying to get inside the Chelsea captain's head.

The match was about to start, you walked out to the field with your team and waiting to shake the enemy teams hand and say good games and such. As you looked around you had to admit. Being in Wembley, on the pitch in front of that crowd was something.

You felt like a immortal everytime you played there, the cheers, the atmosphere. To you Wembley was the stage where legends made. And you know that after you scored the last minute goal for arsenal in the F.A Cup final against West Ham last season. You loved it here.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as you saw Sam Kerr approach you, clasping your hand and both winking at each other before saying "Have a good game" and this would continue down the line until you held Millies hand and gave a smirk which made frown a little bit.

As the match kicked off, you went to your position and found yourself marked by Millie. You glanced at Hemp who gave you a smile and raised her eyebrows at you

"This gonna be a great match" you said to Mille "Yeah it's crazy it's happening" She said in a happy voice

"Too bad i didnt get the male chelsea captain to deal with"

"Ooh is that How's it gonna be?" Millie replied in a amused voice as she glanced at you as you just gave a smirked.

A couple minutes later, you would find yourself running through on goal and was heading towards goal as you feel Millie trying to push you off the ball as Eddison was ready to challenge you. As Millie tried to kick the ball away she ended up dragging you down but you got a kick out of it but Eddison's fingers tip skimmed the ball enough to divert it to the post.

Next thing you knew you hit the ground hard as you felt someone fall on you. You looked at who was on top of you and was Millie "Sorry if that was a bit rough, you ok?" She said with her own smirk trying to get back at you. You couldn't help but get hot under the collar feeling her hot breath fall on you as she was on top of you but you remained composed

"Nah I'm good. I like it Rough, especially in the postion" you said in a flirty voice as you looked Millie up and down who responded with a flabbergasted face before she quickly got up and brushed herself off. You evilly cackle to yourself loud enough to hear.

Later as your team received a corner you would take your postion and felt a strong presence behind you. You glance to see Millie. She stood next to you as she got ready to fight in the air. You felt her hand on your waist.

"Oh Millie" You said in a fake shock but flirty voice. To which Millie give you a seconed look and glared at you. But heard McCabe cackle and you saw Kerr in front of you starting to chuckle. And a friendly bump on the arm by walker. But at that moment you heard the whistle and the ball was kicked in by Hemp and you locked on to the ball and was about to jumped but saw Haaland jump into the air for the header. You would jocky agaisnt Millie and you managed to throw off balanced so she couldn't challenge Haaland who buried it into the net.

Thr crowd cheered as the team chased Haaland but before you ran, you looked to Millie who was in the ground.

"That wasn't the brightest idea, Brighty!" You said before running off. Not noticing Rachel Daly heard the pun and couldn't help but feel proud at the pun. "It'd beginning to look like you gonna be wearing that spurs shirt Leah" Daly said as he walked past a worried Leah. Millie was being broken down slowly.

The game was 1-1 and you weren't slowing down with the jabs either, you tell Millie irratation was rising. "You seem to not be enjoying the match Millie. What could be wrong?" Nothing. You were standing behind her and couldn't see her face as you started to walk in front of her getting ready to make a run for the ball as the counter attack was coming "It's a nice view by the way Millie"

"What?"

"You backside"

"E-excuse me!" You heard her say in a shock voice as she stuttered the sentence out. In that moment before she could register you sprinted off towards the goal as Son lobbed the ball towards the goal as the chased it. "LITTLE SHIT!" You heard Millie shout trying to chase you down. The sentence threw her off long enough for you acceleration to get distance on her. You saw Maguire coming in for a tackle to which you did a Ronaldo chop to the left sending Maguire sliding in embarrassment. The crowd rained oohh and cheers, as you continued but the slight delay of the move let Millie catch up and you then would pull off a Cruyff turn which resulted in something the world rarely saw with Millie Bright. You sent Millie falling face first onto the ground, you didn't looked back as you ran towards the goal you were one on one with Eddison. Calm and collected to curled the ball past the Brazilian into the goal which led to cheers and claps as you ran off to find Son to thank him for the assist. "LETS GO SONNY BOY!" As you embraced each other and felt others join the bundle. Not knowing Bright was at her limit

Half time would come along and you would walk back to the locker room not before noticing a glare from Millie

You sat down waiting for Pep to talk about the game plan and you felt hands on your shoulders "I can't see much from my postion but I think you winning this bet L/N" you hear Mary Earps say. You turn to her "yeah I feel bad though, hopefullyshe doesn't kill me" you grimaced "Oh she is gunning for you. I saw her face and know what that face means. Whatever happens Just apologise after the game. Hopefully you haven't pushed her too far that we never see you again" She said patting you in the back. Rest of the team walked in over the next couple minutes.

After the talk about the game plan and getting ready to go back out, you see Leah "You seem quiet Leah" Leah sighed

"Cause she bit off more then she could chew" Foden cheekly said as he grabbed a drink "Are you really gonna make her wear a Tottenham shirt? Couldn't be me" Declan Rice said giving you a friendly punch on the arm Leah groaned in annoyance "I'm getting annoyed here" She voiced in the room "So is Bright, You gonna be a good assistant" hear McCabe say as you and her step put of the locker room "ATLEAST I DIDN'T GET BOOKED A YELLOW!" You hear Leah shout at Katie before the door shut behind you, leaving you and Katie laugh as you walk back to the field

You were running into the box as a counter attack was on and Rice lobbed the ball into the box and you went to for the ball but felt a pain in your back sending flying as you jumped and just narrowly missing the goal post and falling to the ground. You gasped the wind was knocked out of you and winced "Jesus" you said sat up and saw Millie staring at you "Oh are you ok? I didn't break you did i?" She said in a sarcastic tone. You smirked "Yeah I deserve that one" you winched as you sat up "Yeah ya did brat" as she walked towards to you and extended her hand. You accepted her hand "Though I must say, You hit me so hard I started to angels. Then one helped me up" You winked at her "Oh for the love of"

*Whistle blows*

You notice the sub board

You run off to the sideline not before clapping and sending love to the crowd, high fiving the team and the enemy team

You glanced at Leah and wiggled your eyebrows. You won the bet and she looked miserable and fearful for that 24 hours

You approached your replacement Bethany England who became a close friend of yours during the All star team training.

You doubled high fived her "She all weared down for ya Bethy" She smiled and shook her head "GO GET ONE" You shouted to the the Tottenham captain

The match ended 5-3 to your team. You would shake hands and show respects

"Oi Millie!" You saw her coming towards you, You put your hands up as a sign of meaning no harm "You really a tough defend-Oof" She shoulder barged you into a stagger and walked to her team. You looked at her leave and then glanced at Daly who gave you, you are in trouble and I fear for your life look. You were shaken from your thoughts by two Tottenham players calling you. You turned with a smile and jogged to Son and Bethany for the trophy lift.

You be lying if you said you didn't feel bad about Millie. You admit you did a bit much especially in efforts for a bet. You found yourself in a secluded area of the hotel both teams would away for the night. You asked Leah if you could have Millies contact details in efforts to apologise. To which she did even after the endless teasing from the team after losing the bet. The team all agreed that Millie cleary let you in her head. You messaged the lioness

"Hey Millie, it's Y/N. Leah gave me your number. I wanted to apologise for my actions I got carried away and went to far in my shit talking today and I am at the hotel and I wanted to apologise in person. If you want nothing to do with me I understand"

"What door number and I will you at 11 pm"

You responded with the door and was left on read thus leading to you waiting outside your door with it open with anxiety building

"OI L/N!" You eyes snapped to the voice and there she was a furious lion that was Millie Bright marching towards you that you would say was murderous intent. Oh she gonna kill you. You put your arms up in defence

"Ok Millie, I'm sorry I really messed and you are very right to be piss-" You were cut off by Millie shoving into your room sending you stumbling. You hear the door slam and felt Millie grabbed you and put you agaisnt the door. You breath quicken as her face was inches away from yours as her breath was heavy and her eye were starring into your soul.

You gulped

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She grabbed both your wrist pining them above you head as she aggressively captured your lips with hers, shocking you, you tried to fight out of it. but couldnt help kiss back. She put her hand under your shirt rubbing your abs and grinded against you. You couldn't help but submit to this lioness. The frustration you gave her today made her lose it

You started to moan as she controlled you like her own toy. You could feel Millie smirk before slipping her tongue in your mouth. You were in bliss, Millie was pushing all the right buttons like you pushed hers on the field.

She stopped for a breather "Holy-"

She then kissing your neck lightly making you shut up tried to fight back moans.

"Such a brat" her kissing became harsher and harder making you curl your toes and move you hands against Millies hold but she was freakishly strong.

Millie stopped and locked eyes with you

"You are going to make up for today" you looked at her helpless as you felt her hand move from your waist to your backside and she grouped. "I can't wait to see that view." She said in a devilous voice as she grouped your backside You were in a trance, you couldn't look away from her and you were still trying to control your breathing.

"But since I didn't get a trophy today, I'm going to take another one and mark it" She said lickling her lips before biting down on your neck and sucked on it. Making your wide eyed. Squeezing you fists and your voice caught in your throat. You let herself submit under her control as she continued to grope and pull you towards her grinding movements. "F-fuck M-millie" you said as you felt her mark your neck

"We will" She said grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed and pinned you down. You were still trying to process what was happening.

"What's wrong? I thought you like it rough?" She said in a seductive voice lifted up your shirt to your neck. "And this postion" you placed kisses from the top of your abs and went lower

Making you feel scared but filled with excitement

She went Iower

You moaned as you closed your eyes

She went lower

It was at this moment you was Millies trophy for the rest of the night

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You eyes fluttered open as you felt a hand play with your hair and stroke your head. You turned into the body you were intangled with and pressed your face into thier chest.

"Morning my Trophy" you heard the voice of Millie as you felt the vibrations of her speaking and looked up to her still half asleep. You felt her move strays of hair out of your face "You look cute when your all tuckered out" she said teasing you giving you pleasant flashbacks of the events of last night. "You say it like I didn't enjoy it" you gave a weak smile "Oh I know you enjoyed" She sat up slightly and drew you closer to her as she pecked your lips "I heard you enjoy it" You started to sheepishly smile, she pecked you again "I felt you enjoy it" you hid your face in her neck, pecking her neck and ribbing you face trying to hide

"Looks like I figured out how to finally shut you up"

The End

Well that was a different type of story I'm used to writing well the end part. I hope you guys enjoyed it and got a laugh and a gasp out of it.

I really wanted to write a story involving male and female footballers and I tried to make it work. Please let me know if you liked that idea btw

Please send feedback, If you want more Millie imagines request them 😁

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barcalover86 · 10 months

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Can u do a pedri angst where him and reader finally make it official after months of him chasing after her but the next day the paparazzi find him getting cozy with a girl qnd its all over the media and she feels embarrassed but he doesnt think its a big deal so they get into a fight but make up in the end

Breaking News- Pedri Gonzalez

S, f, a

I saw that you also asked someone else and they did it, but I am gonna still answer you, so I hope you will like this as well. Enjoy!

So here is Pedri's version:

Pedri fell in love with you months ago, and he knew that he wasn't your type. His schedule was always busy, and he didn't have time to be in a relationship, and you wanted something serious. That hurt him a lot, but he didn't want to give up on you. For weeks, he did everything to show you that he loves you and that he wants something serious, too.

After a lot of work, you agreed to be his girlfriend and it was the best decision. He was a sweetheart, always made time to be with you. You would go to his games to support him and he would always be there when you needed.

People knew that you were together, but it was not a secret, but a private kind of relationship. He tried to keep you away from all the social media, knowing how they could destroy couples. He tried so hard to be yours, and he didn't want to lose you.

Now, Pedri was coming home after a hard day. It was really late and he was tired, especially that people were all over him. He barely could drive, so he decided to open the window and to sign some things and make some photos for the fans.

He stayed there a lot, and right when he wanted to leave to come home to see you, a girl shouted his name to make a video of her. Pedri sweared in his mind before smiling at her phone. When he thought that she was done, the girl went over and kissed his cheek. People started to scream in surprise. Everyone was with cameras, and Pedri felt so bad.

He couldn't say much thing, especially to shout at her, knowing that this was going to be on all super media. He only said that what she did was rude and his face was really angry.

He left the place and went home to see you on the couch, waiting for him, sleepy.

He smiled at you and kissed you. The kiss started to become more hard and after some time you were both naked on the couch.

"If you are too tired we can-"

"No, no, please" Pedri interrupted you. "I really want it"

You smiled at his words and then continued what you were doing.

Next morning, you woke up in his bed, naked. The blanket being the only thing that was covering you.

Pedri was already awake, and you went to sit on his lap while he was playing with your hair. He put the blanket over your shoulders and kissed your neck slowly. The night you two had was magic. He made sure to make you feel good, and today, being his off day, made it even more perfect. You could be all day together and that made you both happy.

After he told you that he's going to take a quick shower, you went through your phone to see if are some news.

You were on ig and saw a lot of videos and photos of Pedri and some girl the night before. You knew it meant nothing, but the way he acted made you sad.

She was way prettier than you and you were afraid that he enjoyed her kiss.

When he came back from his shower and saw your uncomfortable face, he asked you what happened.

"Nothing"

"C'mon, Y/n, please tell me!"

"I said nothing, Pedri!"

He stayed silent for some seconds before speaking again.

"Did I do something wrong..?"

"Oh, really? I don't know, did you?"

"That's why I asked you!"

He was getting on your nerves now.

"I-" he tried to speak after you showed him the videos.

"I'm not mad"

He seemed to calm down at your words a bit.

"No?"

"I..I'm just...sad? Disappointed? Embarrassed?"

"Why!? Y/n, look, I'm really sorry, but I don't think it's a big deal..?"

You were shocked by his words. Not a big deal?

"Ok" you replied simply before dressing up and wanting to leave the house.

"Where are you going?!"

"Not a big deal, Pedro."

"No, no, don't go. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please stop. Let's talk about it, please."

"What is it to talk? You already made a conclusion. Exactly as you said 'not a big deal', right?"

"Y/n-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"Please, don't leave me. Let me at least explain!"

"What to explain, Pedro, if for you it's not a big deal!?"

"I'm sorry I said that! It was so stupid, but I promise to you that I only said it to not talk about it because I felt horrible when it happened!"

"Oh, and you decided to not tell me, but sleep with me! How mature, Pedro!"

"No, no, please-!"

"Please, what?"

"Let me explain what exactly happened"

"Go on, then. Make it quick."

He explained everything that happened. Ehy he didn't want to make a scandal and just left without going into a fight. How he didn't want it to affect your relationship and how he is really sorry.

You also explained that you weren't angry with him or mad. You just felt insecure and embarrassed that he chose you out of everyone.

"For me, you're perfect, and I only love you, amorcito. Trust me, you have all my attention"

You smiled at his words and kissed him. That day, he did exactly what you told him, in a way to be forgiven. You were laughing at his silliness, but were so happy that you were spending time with him.

All day, he made sure to tell you how pretty you are and how important you are for him. He also promised that if something like that is going to happen again, he would make clear again that he has a girl home that he truly loves.

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The Rare Bookseller Part 12: Oliver's Grade

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Mind control, captivity, vampiric blood drinking, hypnotic language

Oliver slept well and woke up refreshed, and that worried him.

First, he wouldn't have expected it to be so easy for him to fall asleep after the long nap he'd had in Lily's "care." Yet the second the vampires turned the lights out and his head hit the pillow, he found that he felt incredibly drowsy, impossible to stay awake.

Secondly, his half-remembered dreams had been filled with servitude, with Lily's words echoing through his mind. Some residual effect that Lily had left in his head had been hypnotizing his vulnerable brain while he slept. He could tell that his mind was still fuzzy from it, that he wasn't all himself. Would he ever truly be himself again, or would this wear off?

He suspected it would never wear off if his vampire captors had their say.

"You were talking in your sleep," said Emily, as they ate breakfast.

He'd been served a heaping helping of eggs, toast, and bacon, in contrast to everyone else's oatmeal. "I suppose I can guess what about."

"You're still hypnotized."

No sense pretending otherwise. "I'm afraid so. I don't know how to undo it."

Emily didn't seem very much up for talking after that, and he couldn't blame her. He'd been compromised. Even he knew he couldn't fully be trusted.

How long did they have before the auction? He wasn't sure. Would they completely break him before it happened?

He watched in silence as others were taken from their cells and dragged away. Lily smiled at him as she passed, followed by a young woman screaming for help as vampires dragged her. He shook his head and tried to clear the fog.

The young woman came back holding Lily's hand and trailing behind her, smiling, mumbling something incoherent in her daze.

He could hear cells opening up down the hallway, a few shouts. He didn't pay much attention to it until they were at Emily's cell.

"I haven't conditioned her yet, so take caution," Lily was saying. "I'm hoping to get to her later tonight."

"Understood," said a man's voice. "May I?"

He saw them unlock Emily's cell and go in.

"Stay away! Stay back!" Emily was shouting.

"Just calm down," said Lily. "We're grading your blood for the auction."

"You're going to drink my blood? Right here?"

"Just a small sample from the fingertip," said the man. "Drinking from the neck will be reserved for your owner. Now relax and hold still."

"You're sick," said Emily. "Ow, shit! That hurts!"

"If you would've relaxed... I would give it a low B."

"Not bad, better than I expected," said Lily.

"So that's all I'm worth now?" said Emily. "Barely passing blood?"

"That's about the size of it. But really, it's my fault for not getting to you sooner. You'll feel better about all of this I've helped you."

"I don't care what kind of mind control magic you have. You are not going to turn me into some mindless drone."

"Of course I won't, dear. See you soon."

The cell door creaked shut with Emily cursing up a storm at Lily's back. Next, Lily was in front of Oliver's cell, and when she turned her gaze on him, he could feel his mind starting to cloud. "This one has been an absolute dream to work with. Naturally submissive," she said. "His word is 'quiet.'"

Oliver felt so strange, like his mind was disconnecting from his body. "What do you --"

"Quiet now, Oliver."

A deep sense of calm and relaxation washed over him. "...Yes, sir," he said, softly and respectfully. He wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he was oh so quiet -- better not to ask questions.

"Sit down on the cot so this man can sample and grade your blood."

He sat down, staring at his knees. He couldn't help the twinge of fear at having his blood sampled. He couldn't help but think of one of the things he'd been dreading most: a vampire sinking their fangs into his tender neck, warm blood dripping down his shoulder, trying to keep himself awake and alive as a monster consumed his very life --

"Oliver, focus."

There were fingers fluttering in front of his eyes, traveling back and forth, catching his gaze.

"There we are, dear, this will quiet your mind down. Just watch and listen."

It shouldn't be that simple, but he couldn't look away, slipping back into Miss Lily's mesmerism like a marble rolling into a groove. His doubt and fear evaporated.

"Are you frightened of a vampire drinking from you?"

Of course he was, he wanted to say, anyone in their right mind would be. But he was too far under her spell now. Docile. Quiet. "Yes, sir. I know I'm meant to be obedient, but --"

"Hush, you don't need to explain now. There's nothing for you to worry about. I'll take that fear from you before you're sold," she said. "Now keep watching. Eyes on me."

Her fingers fluttered back and forth, moving in smooth patterns, impossible to ignore. Oliver could feel his eyes lidding, succumbing. Someone with rough fingers took his hand.

"Relax. It'll only be a pinprick of pain."

"Pain, sir?" he said, a second before he felt it, a sharp pinprick on his middle finger. He dimly remembered that a vampire was sampling his blood for sale. And he was helpless to stop it from happening.

That realization only made his mind slip further.

"Unquestionably triple-A. Finest I've had in some time," said the man.

"High praise, coming from you!" said Miss Lily.

"And he takes to the conditioning so well. A top-notch thrall all around. He could sell for a fortune to the right buyer."

They were talking about selling him, and there was nothing Oliver could do to respond, too captivated by Miss Lily.

"I think I might have just the buyer." Miss Lily sounded so pleased with herself. "A certain lord who has recently lost a thrall."

"Oh, of course." The man chuckled. "Just his type, too. Good luck trying to get him to accept a new one so soon, though."

"That's why I'm molding Oliver here into a thrall impossible to refuse," she said. "And if not him, there would be plenty of prospective buyers, I'm sure. It's been so long since we've been in the city that the upper crust is chomping at the bit for fresh blood."

"I hope that's the case. I could use a new car. Anyway, we better move on to the next lot."

"Right." Miss Lily stopped the hypnotic movement of her fingers and snapped in front of Oliver's face, startling him out of his daze. "You were very good. I'll see you soon, Oliver."

Oliver blinked, trying to get his thoughts back. "Hey, wait -- !" he said as Lily shut the cell door, already moving on. He sat back onto the cot, trying to process what he'd heard. She was molding him to sell to some vampire lord. His first thought was that it was a relief, that he might have a better life with someone rich and powerful than with any old vampire -- and he hated himself for thinking that, for having accepted his fate so much that he was pondering who would be a better master for him.

As if any vampire master could be "better," when every one of them was a monster who purchased kidnapped humans at auction!

But that thought was perhaps too idealistic for his situation. Even among these monsters, there would surely be some that were worse prospects than others. If he had to choose between being a hypnotized servant or being chained up like cattle...

Not that he even got a choice in that.

"Now, then!" Lily was standing near his cell, clapping her hands. "Now that the blood grading is done, I have time to take someone for a session! Should I take Oliver or Emily? What do you two think?"

"Take me," said Oliver immediately. After all, he'd already been through this and knew what to expect. Emily hadn't been conditioned yet, still had her full faculties, and was scared. Better him than her.

"Ooh, how noble! Do you agree, Emily?"

"...Yes," she said, after some hesitation. "I'm sorry, Oliver, but you're already under their spell..."

"Then it's settled!" Lily opened his cell. "Come with me, then. I trust there's no need for restraints."

"No."

He could try to flee. He could, perhaps, get away from Lily fast enough that she couldn't stop him. There were guards at the ends of the hallway, but maybe he could slip past them. It was only the most fleeting of fancies before he followed Lily down the hall. He glanced into Emily's cell. She didn't look at him.

"Does it upset you, that you were trying to protect Emily when she wouldn't do the same for you?" she said. "Or maybe this was never about that. Maybe you secretly long to spend some time with me and this was just a convenient excuse. Hm?"

Oliver didn't answer, not trusting his own reasons.

Part Eleven >> Masterlist >> Part Thirteen

Thank you for reading this story of a man with excellent blood.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 5 months

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𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 (𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

i think this fic is one of the longest ive ever written before, but i couldnt stop, i love every single thing about this fic. WARNINGS: lot of angst, mentions of d3ath, fluff, suicid3 mention

you didn't know what had happened in your apartment four decades ago. the feeling that someone lived there was present since you moved in, but you didn't believe in ghosts, or in heaven and hell. You didn't believe in the paranormal, but that feeling was still there. like now.

you notice a look penetrating every pore of your skin. little by little you open your eyes and look at the foot of your bed to discover that there is no one there, however the window that you know you left closed before going to bed was now open, and the air moved the curtains creating a dance. You get out of bed and close the window, the smell of fire, iron and winter sunrise permeates the room slightly. with that aroma that aroma, you get back into bed, hoping that the aroma has faded.

weeks go by and strange things continue to happen. open closets and drawers, clothes in places where they don't belong... one day you decide to try something you had never thought you were going to do, a Ouija board. Sitting on the floor of your living room, you had everything ready to start. You rest one hand on the pointer.

"anyone here?"

anything.

“if there is someone, give me some sign.”

anything.

you wait a few more minutes and nothing happens. you blow out the candles, pick up everything and go to your room. you enter it and find a letter on the bed.

hi little girl

your hands start to shake and some hands cover your mouth so you can't scream and a mouth approaches your ear from behind and tells you to shut up.

“don’t shout”

trembling with fear, you turn little by little to see what or who it was that had entered your house. when you turn around you find the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. her golden brown hair fell down her back like a golden waterfall. with defined features, taller than you, with a slim build and blue-gray eyes, she was the personification of a goddess.

with a trembling voice you ask. “who…who are you?”

a grim smile appears on his lips. “in my world they call me nesta archeron. but you humans know me as hecate."

hecate the goddess of magic, night, ghosts and death.

you hear a noise in the kitchen and nesta tells you to shut up by putting a finger on your lips. with a movement of your hand, you notice a wave heading towards the kitchen and a high-pitched scream is heard. you start to shake more and nesta takes your face with her thin hands so you can look at her, with a kiss on your forehead, you melt back into a deep sleep.

when you open your eyes again it has already dawned and nesta is still in your room. it hasn't been a dream. sitting in a chair next to your bed, it seems that she has slept in the chair, although you doubt if goddesses sleep.

“i'm going to be concise with you. when you decided to do that stupid ouija board, you opened a breach that was already in this apartment, but that made more spirits enter here, that last night i appeared before you, it was only because things had gotten worse and it's still bad. as the goddess of ghosts and death i must make everyone cross to the other side, but it is never that easy and now i must protect you because you were stupid.”

and she is fulfilling it. nesta hardly sleeps, and she hardly eats either, and you don't know how she keeps her skin and hair clean, the only thing you know is that you are falling for the goddess.

at first nesta slept in a chair and although you knew she didn't need it, you managed to get her to at least lie down in your bed, and one morning when you woke up you saw her sleeping next to you. her usual tense face was relaxed, making him look younger than he looked. everything changed for you that morning.

you walked through your favorite neighborhood while nesta was behind you protecting you. although paranormal things were no longer happening, you knew that this was not over. you stand in the window of a bookstore and see the fifth edition of your favorite book. “that's my favorite book. it tells the story of two lovers and one of them dies. lost in pain, he decides to commit suicide to meet her, but he is left in limbo and has to find a way to find himself.”

you turn to look at nesta and find that she is already looking at you.

“and they meet at the end?”

you nod your head. “but he falls in love with the goddess who helps him and she finds herself in the afterlife with her old and only love.”

she narrows her eyes and turns to face you and look directly at you.

“you understand that ours cannot be, right?”

"why not? what's wrong with falling in love with nesta? i already know that you are a goddess, that you are immortal, that when your work with me is finished you will leave and i will stay here, but we do not choose who we fall in love with. and i have fallen in love with you, nesta archeron.”

nesta shakes her head. “ you can't be with me."

“why nesta? tell me, why can't we be together?” you raise your voice without caring about the people around you.

“because if we are ever together, if i ever decide that i want you to be by my side, you will die, it's the price I have to pay for my idiocy, seeing the person i want die and i can't see you die y/n. ”

you notice the tears falling down your cheeks but you make no attempt to wipe them away.

“so, is that it? this is the end? aren’t you even going to try?”

“there is nothing to try, nothing that can be done”

you cover your eyes with your hands trying to calm down and stop crying. you notice a hand caress your hair. you move your hands away and look at n7esta's smile, one you've never seen on her before.

“we will meet again, love”

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2 years later you find yourself walking through the same neighborhood where Nesta left, leaving you heartbroken.

you stop in the window that brings back so many memories. the tenth edition of the book exhibited to celebrate it. you sigh to calm yourself and the aroma of fire, iron and winter sunrise reaches you from behind you.

you can't turn back. you fear that everything is a product of your imagination. you notice how someone approaches you, and nesta's hand rests on your shoulder to turn you around. and there it is. it's her. her blue-gray eyes have lost that shine that characterized her, but a different shine is reflected in them. her features, her hair, everything has changed and now she seems a little more natural... more human, as if everything that made her a divinity had vanished.

you open your mouth to speak but nesta's lips are faster and rest on yours. you had always thought about how her lips would feel on yours, and you still think that this is all a dream, but her lips are real, her body is real, she is real. you separate and his forehead rests against yours.

"how?..."

her finger rests on your lips to silence you, and that same finger gently runs over the shape of your mouth.

“not now, let me enjoy the moment. now that i have you, i'm never going to let you go again."

"never?"

“never, love”

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The Malfoy sister (Part 2)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 4771

Summary: You and Harry meet up again after the events of the previous night, and you begin the events of your sixth year after a turbulent summer.

Part 1 , Part 3 and my masterlist

Trigger warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of public humiliation, smidge of anxiety, kissing, threats, hickeys, slight choking, grinding, oral sex, hair pulling, cum eating, mentions of Azkaban and Umbridge, jealousy, slapping (not the sexy kind).

Requests are open

The next day, you woke up with someone shaking your shoulders and screaming, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” That shout was enough to make you wake up. You rubbed your eyes as your vision focused on Draco with a furious look on his face. You yawned as you stretched your arms above your body. You looked at him angrily for disrupting your sleep, you were about to punch his nose when he added, “You kissed Potter!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and you questioned “How do you know that? I told Peeves I’d give him as much pranking equipment he wanted to shut him up.” Draco rolled his eyes and he finally dropped your shoulders. He sat on your bed as he looked at you like you were the dumbest person alive. It was five am, your exam still hasn’t started. You looked around the room and you noticed that none of your dorm mates were there and you noted the mug filled with energizing potion on your night stand.

“Of course that wouldn’t shut him you idiot! He can make equipment out of thin air, you think that would shut him up!” He screamed in your face, and you wondered what was up with all these boys screaming in your face. You started drinking from your cup as you processed what Draco was saying. “How did you find out about that?” You asked cautiously.

“He spray painted it on the doors of the great hall-” He put his hands in the air to motion a big sign and he added “Potter and Female Malfoy kissing in the astronomy tower!” You gaped at his words as a wide gasp left your mouth. You put your head in your hands. You could barely think of anything but this mess. Will your parents find out? Of course they will! What will they do when they find out? How will Theo react ? What will Draco say? How will Slytherin house treat you now? How is Harry reacting?

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort things out.” He said and he put a hand on your shoulder. You hugged him. This was a rare occurrence, you never showed any affection ever. You sometimes gave your mother hugs but you almost never did with anyone besides her, Draco and Theo. He hugged you back after a few moments and you mumbled a thank you. He replied, “Don’t mention it, just act as if nothing happened. Okay?”

You nodded as you slipped away from his embrace. He left the room and you were sure that he was going to fix this mess. You knew that if it had to lead to that, he would obliviate every student in Hogwarts. You trusted him and you felt a little relieved. You got ready, making sure that you brought your History of Magic notes to revise.

You entered the Great Hall and everything was the same. No one said anything besides the usual and you sat between Draco and Theo as you did almost everyday. You whispered good morning to both of them as if Draco wasn’t just shaking the life out of you a few minutes ago and you pecked Theo’s lips, just like every morning. Nothing was different, and you acted that way. Draco patted you on your shoulder to say good job. You started eating and then Theo whispered in your ear “If the entire school wasn’t terrified of Draco, they sure are now.”

You looked at him, confused. He smirked and then explained, “He came down here and he screamed at everyone that if they uttered a word about you and Potter, he’d twist their body inside out. Then he ordered Carbbe and Goyle to clean up the paint on the wall. Then he told every Slythein that if a single thing was uttered to your parents, he’d kill them.”

You were shocked and you turned to Draco. He had the biggest smirk on his face, he was so proud of what he had done; and honestly, why shouldn’t he be? You turned back to your breakfast and then Theo asked you “Is it true?” You didn’t need any clarification, so you just nodded. You didn’t know what Theo would do or say.

“Was he a better kisser than me?” He asked, skeptically. You snapped your head towards him and you said “That’s the first thing you ask me! You’ve got to be kidding me!” He chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist. He started planting kisses on your neck towards your lips. “Come on, love. I just have to know if I need to up my game or not.”

You melted against his touch as you put your arms on his chest. “You’re both great-” He pushed his lips against yours roughly, he wanted an answer. “He’s just shy, and you’re anything but that.” You kissed him back and you could tell that he was trying so hard for you to tell him he’s better. You pulled back and you whispered “Theo, I’m not going to say anything other than that.”

He pulled away and he looked at you sternly, you couldn’t help but have a fond smile on your lips. You knew he wasn’t actually angry. He looped his arm around your waist and then you heard loud clattering. You lifted your head up and saw Harry walked out of the Great Hall. He was really angry. After years of taunting him, you knew how to read his body very well; and after yesterday you knew how to read him well in other situations.

Theo looked at you with sympathy and you just shrugged your shoulders indifferently. Some people looked at you and you tried to look stoic, they didn’t get enough time to look at you with Draco glaring at them and almost taking his wand out of his pocket. Theo knew better, he knew that you were hurt. He was the only one who listened to you while you kept going on and on about how much you love Harry. You knew he wouldn’t judge so you never held back about your feelings.

You finished your breakfast and you tried to keep Harry out of your thoughts as much as possible. It didn’t work, but you had to focus on the exam you had. So, you asked Theo to quiz you on some of the facts that you still weren’t very good at, and also to keep you in check whenever your thoughts drifted. You truly didn’t know what you’d do without him. He’s the only reason why you weren’t mad at your parents about how they arranged a marriage for you without your consent. You were four when it happened, but they still could’ve asked you. Theo gave you a thumbs up and you were sure that if you didn’t think about Harry the entire exam, you’d have a guaranteed Outstanding.

You walked out the Great Hall earlier than everyone else, you wanted to make sure you entered class early before the exam to ask Professor Binns about some random stuff. Almost no one was out in the hallways, and you smirked at how dumb they all were. The hallways were going to get crowded, so they’re guaranteed to come to class late. Not to mention that it’s very early in the morning, so they’ll already be walking slowly.

You had just excited the Great Hall when you were pulled against a wall. You gasped as you saw Harry standing in front of you. His hands were next to your head, caging you to the wall. “Pathetic! You really are just pathetic. Kissing two guys in less than eight fucking hours!”

You looked at him like he grew two heads, and you just decided to annoy him, so you said, “Did you wait for me all this time outside the hall?” You added a pout and you feigned an innocent look. He hated it when you did that. You could see his cheeks redden so you tilted your head to the side slightly and you added, “doing nothing, you just waited; for little 'ol me.”

He was radiating anger and he leaned his head closer to yours as he whispered venomously, “I bet you had so much fun, didn’t you? Kissing him while you knew you had me watching. For the first time in five years you didn’t look at me once during breakfast, and you snogged me for an hour last night; but then-” He trailed off as his hands went to your neck and tapped on the places where Theo was kissing you. He left hickeys and you didn’t notice. He was very subtle, even Draco didn’t notice. “You let Nott leave those on your neck.”

He tightened his grip on your neck and you repeated from yesterday, “You’re just jealous that it was Theo and not you.” He could’ve denied it, but it was painfully obvious. He knew he wasn’t that good with feelings, but it was clear. He burst out of the Great Hall, now everyone knows that he’s jealous of Nott. He hated that nickname, he hated that Nott had one and he didn’t. He had some like scar head but he could just picture how Nott felt whenever your pretty lips uttered that nickname. Theo, Theo, Theo. The name kept going through his head again and again and again. His blood continued to boil as he whispered “Damn, right.”

He crashed his lips against yours, and it was feverish and angry. You could tell that he was seeing red and he wanted you to feel it. He moved his lips against yours quickly and roughly. It was as if he was trying to get Theo off you. You remembered how you called him a shy kisser but this was anything but shy. He had his hand on your neck, not as tight as you wanted so you said, “He asked me who was a better kisser.”

He let out a sound that almost sounded like a growl and you smirked. You didn’t have time to let him see it because he had his lips on yours and it was even rougher. In a few seconds of kissing, you could already feel your lips start to bruise. He pushed your body against the wall again with his other hand and he tightened his grip on your neck. That’s it, you thought. He silently asked what you replied, and you replied “I’m not telling you.”

Harry looked at his watch and there was still forty five minutes till your exam. He pulled you over his shoulder and he led you to an abandoned class room near professor Binns’ class. He ignored the way you kept hitting his back and asking loudly “where are we going?” “Where the hell are you taking me Potter?” “Put me down right now!” “I swear Potter, if you don’t put me down right now, I will hex you!” All of which he replied with a strong and stern “Shut up.”

He closed the door and placed you on the ground in front of him. Your hair was messy and your lips were bruised. He saw the bruises on your neck again and he pressed his lips to your neck. He started sucking on the exact spots that had the bruises. Your skin was sensitive in those areas from the already existing hickeys. You were a whimpering mess. The sounds were heaven to Harry. He licked the bruises and bit them, replacing them with darker ones. He added more to your jaw and your neck.

He pulled away to admire his creations. He hummed, satisfied at how your lips were red and hickeys were littered all across your neck and jaw, without mentioning your messy hair. He was very hard, and he was even harder when you whimpered “Harry-” as you pulled him closer by his collar to kiss him. The first time you ever said his first name to him and he was spiraling.

“Say it again.” He whispered. He put his hands on your waist and you asked “What?” he pulled you by your neck and he pressed your lips against his. “My name, say it again.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion so you said, questioningly, “Harry?”

He shook his head and grinded his hips against yours, making sure that your heat was directly over his cock. “Not like that.” He huffed, roughly. He wanted it to come out as a sigh, as a pleading moan, as a helpless whimper. He kept putting your entrance on him, so that any word that comes out of you can’t sound normal. “Harry-” You repeated, and it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

“Again.” He ordered, and he picked up the pace of his grinding. You held onto his shoulders as you kept saying his name. After hearing it several times, he seemingly became satisfied; so he silenced you with his lips. He looped his hand under your thigh and wrapped your leg on his hips. He pressed his cock onto you harder and you let out a moan, he added at the same time “I love the way you say my name.”

“What? Scarhead wasn’t sexy enough for you.” He didn’t even let you finish as he grinded onto you. You were sure that reply with ‘I love you’ wouldn’t have done you any good. You couldn’t get over the fact that you were dry humping the boy you’ve liked for the past three years in an abandoned classroom, and that you were almost going to cum from just that. You were very turned on and very wet, and you knew if he kept this up, you’d cum very soon. You put your hand on his chin and you ran it up in a straight line to the bridge of his nose, and till his forehead. He was very confused, you knew that. So, you flattened your palm and hooked the hair that had fallen on his forehead with your fingers. You quickly, and roughly pulled his hair to the back. “I love your hair.”

He groaned at the force and your words. He kissed you again and again and again. He wondered how he didn’t kiss you earlier. If he knew you’d feel like this, make him feel like this; he wouldn’t have waited a second regardless of everyone else. He loves your lips and your taste. He heard your breath hitch and your legs shake so he held one of your legs up for you. You were close, he acknowledged.

You pulled away from him and took off your underwear. It was lace, and green. You resumed back to your original position. The pleasure had increased because of the lost fabric that was between you two. You were moaning loudly and when you were just on the edge of release, he stopped his motions. You sucked in a breath, and you didn’t even give him a reaction as you started to trail your hand to your clit. He grasped your wrist tightly and he went down on his knees. Your eyes widened.

He put your leg on his shoulder and he started kissing and licking you. He licked the trail of wetness that had run down your thighs. You threaded your fingers through his hair again and you kept pulling on it. You released with a loud moan, and he didn’t waste one drop. He ate you out through your release, and you kept moaning. Once you were finished, he stood up and continued to grind on you. You were whimpering this time because of how sensitive you are. He had to hold you up tighter. You could faintly hear him whisper “You tasted like heaven.”

You replied, “Let me taste then.” You knew how you tasted, you just wanted to kiss him. He kissed you and explored your mouth with his tongue. He grinded against you and you kept whimpering. His breaths were heavier so you fiddled with his belt, since he was about to cum. “Wouldn’t want you going back to the common room with your pants soaked, now do we?” You said as you finally unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor.

You took off his boxers and you sucked in a breath at his size. You felt that he was big but without the materials constricting him, he was just…wow. You heard him chuckle at your expression, and you pulled his hair. He groaned and his head fell on your shoulder. You started to stroke him with your hand. “You like that huh?” You chuckled and you felt him twitch.

“Oh-” You said and you added, “You like me talking to you like the pathetic needy boy you are.” He groaned. Merlin! You were so infuriating. “You can’t even reply to me.” He was close again, and he was getting loud so he bit your shoulder. He cummed all over your hand, and you kept stroking him. His moans turned into whimpers. When he finished, his cum was all over the floor and some of it was on your fingers. He pulled away from you and he looked at you. You took that chance to insert your fingers into his mouth.

“Suck on it. It’s only fair if you taste yourself too.” He sucked your fingers, and he tried as hard as he could not to turn exactly that, hard again. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and he started to pull you to kiss you, but then he looked at his watch. “Your exam!” He said and you were brought back to earth.

Your eyes widened and you started to fix your hair and straighten your clothes. You started to look around for your underwear, and Harry was handing it to you. You saw this as an opportunity and you said “Keep it. Maybe then you’ll actually touch yourself thinking about me better.” He flushed and you winked at him as you left the classroom. Once you left and Harry could no longer see you, you started running towards your exam.

***

Brilliant. That was one way to describe their exit. You weren’t clapping but you wanted to. Draco and the rest of the inquisitorial squad were standing furiously. They were far away from you trying to help Umbridge recover from the shock. You were pulled quickly and kissed, you pulled away to find Harry looking distressed. You looked at him questioningly, you looked around and no one was looking at you due to the chaos of the Weasley twins’ exit. Granger and Weasley, however, looking at you two from a far enough distance. “I’m leaving.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and you asked, “What do you mean? There’s still twelve days until school ends.” He cupped your face and he shook his head. You understood that he was leaving now. He pressed his lips to yours and you wondered when he became so in touch with his feelings, let alone his feelings for you. “I want to see you in summer.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words but you rolled your eyes at his stupidity. “Yeah right.” You scoffed. He leaned closer to you and he started stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to see you.” You really wanted that, but honestly when, where and was he actually thinking that it could happen. “My place or yours.” you laughed slightly, once again using humor as a coping mechanism.

“I like you and I like you a lot. So much that I can’t stay one summer without seeing you.” Harry was shocked by what he was saying and by your expression he was sure that you were too. How could he be so certain of his feelings that changed in less than 48 hours. In hindsight Hermione and Ron knew it was coming for a long time. Last night, while he was laying in his bed, he realized that he’s liked you for a long time. Honestly, her stupidly perfect smile! He was an idiot for not seeing it before. Hermione called out his name and motioned for him to come, and he remembered Sirius. “I’ll find a way!” He pecked your lips and he ran off. The next day, you read the daily profit and you read what happened.

***

This summer was the worst one yet. Since your father was put in Azkaban, the dark lord wanted someone to have the mark to assure the Malfoy family’s loyalty to him. It was either you or Draco. He wouldn’t have let you get the mark, so he got it himself. He cried that night, and you held him tightly. You helped him with the mark, it burned him and it stinged. Despite Draco’s efforts the dark lord found out about Harry’s affections for you, but not yours for Harry. You still don’t know if it’s better this way than the other way around or not. To make it clear, the information that reached the Dark Lord was that you and Harry kissed, not other news. Just what all of Hogwarts knows. Some Slytherin told their parents about it and because of the Dark Lord’s ability to read minds, he found out.

So you had a task as well, distract him; and if you can get information. You hated it. What you hated even more, is the amount of letters that Harry’s sent to the manor; but what really stung is how all of them were unanswered. He put your father into Azkaban and he expected you to reply to his letters like you were pen pals or something.

What you didn’t know is that Harry was told by Dumbledore to do the exact same thing. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to do what Dumbledore told him. No one knows that. He couldn’t tell anyone, everyone else thought it was a brilliant idea. What was he going to say? Oh, I can’t do that because I think I’m starting to fall in love with her! He was waiting in his compartment along with Ron and Hermione.

When he saw you walk outside their compartment. His heart leaped from his chest, and Hermione said “Don’t Harry.” His eyes only flickered back to them quickly, he stood up and he said “I’m just going to do what Dumbledore said to do.” Hermione knew better than to think that it was the only reason.

He opened the door and looked for you. He saw you walking quickly towards the Slytherin compartments, but he also noticed you were near the toilets. They were unoccupied. He picked up the pace of his walking and he grabbed your waist. He swiftly pulled you into the toilet with the door shut behind him. As soon as the door closed your wand was at his throat and he was stiff. He saw you register who pulled you into the toilet and you dropped your wand.

He had the goofiest smile on his face and you didn’t like how it made butterflies shoot all over your stomach. “Hi.” He said, as if he did nothing. As if you had actually replied to his sixty two letters all summer. You folded your arms and you looked at the floor. His smile dropped, you couldn’t see it; but you knew it did. He put both his hands on your shoulders and he added, “I missed you.”

You didn’t reply. “I don’t know why you’re mad, but I know you are. I sort of picked up on that after the first thirty letters. I just want to say that whatever I did, I didn’t mean to-” You scoffed and he noticed that but he continued, “Just talk to me we’ll sort this out. Did you forget that I like you? Just give me a reaction, say something.”

You slapped him across his face.

He was gawking at you as he gently massaged his cheek. “You have some nerve saying all that shit Potter! First of all, sixty two letters, are you bloody insane? Did you forget that I like you-” You said the last part in a poor imitation of his voice and you continued, “Oh, and you didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to put my father in Azkaban?-” You watched as his face changed in understanding, “Tell how does someone accidentally put another person, let alone the girl-” You added air quotes as you said in a high pitched teasing tone, “you like so much that you can’t spend a summer without seeing her-”

“I lost your underwear.”

You blinked at him quickly and you said “What?” He started fiddling with his fingers, he was nervous. It was cute and you hated it because you were mad at him. “The one you gave me, before I left. I had it in my trunk and I made sure it was safe and everything. Then one night back in summer, I was um-” A red tint covered his cheeks, and he added, “I was using it to touch myself and I know you’re going to make fun of me for that, but I did. Then it got messy and I tried to put in the laundry, but Aunt Petunia found it. She didn’t let me have it back, because how filthy it is for me to have your underwear. Dudley annoyed me all summer because of that. I’m sorry about that and about your father. I wasn’t the one to put him behind bars and I didn’t do it willingly, I promise. I was just trying to save my godfather. You’re also the first girl I’ve ever really really liked and I don’t want to mess it up, so will you forgive me?” He sucked in a deep breath, and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

He added a please for good measure and you rolled your eyes as you said, “Fine. I forgive you.” He had a bright smile on his face and he puckered his lips and started to lean towards you. You put your hand up and he ended up kissing your palm. He furrowed his eyebrows and his lips turned to a cute pout. “But I can’t be with you.”

The sadness you saw in his eyes is something you’ll never be able to erase. He knew why so he didn’t bother asking. Draco was still a death eater and a monologue in the train toilet wasn’t going to change that. He didn’t know this, but there were still plenty of other reasons why you two couldn’t be together. He nodded his head and he whispered looking at the ground. “Can I at least kiss you, just this once?”

Once wouldn’t hurt, right? You stepped towards him and you tiled his chin towards you and you pressed your lips against his. It felt even better than the last time. He pulled you closer and your head was lost because you couldn’t stop kissing him and he couldn’t stop kissing you. You pulled away for the third time to catch your breath, you tapped his shoulder twice; and he understood. He pulled away from you and looked at you with a look you couldn’t quite understand. He quickly pecked your lips and he then added, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”

You stepped away from him because you knew that if you didn’t, you’d steal a kiss from him. “You should get out, I’m here might as well change into my robes.” He nodded and excited the toilet. No one saw him. He leaned against the door and he sighed. He loves you, he realized that because it wouldn’t hurt this much if he just liked you. He didn’t know why but to contradict his new revelation, he entered the Slytherin compartment looking for the other Malfoy.

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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Would u do a yandere mysterio/quentin beck from mcu?

Tony/Mysterio x Reader

(my requests are closed but I actually have one from a year or two back!)

"I know it's a long time darling but we all have to go. I've got a good friend coming to look after the tower with you, I trust you and him." Tony said as you sighed.

You had worked for Tony for three years now, and worked for the Avengers. You were close to all of them, they had taken you in from one of the biggest villains in town. You had been a slave to the villain for a long time, Tony rescued you and gave you a home and purpose. They never managed to capture the villain, his name was Mysterio. They didn't know who he was or where he went.

"You have my number if anything happens, you have all of our numbers. I'll call to check in every few weeks." He said as he continued to pack his clothes.

"Of course Sir, I'll call you if anything happens." You said as he nodded and kissed your forehead.

"Come down and say goodbye to everyone." He muttered, you followed him out of the room and down the stairs seeing the team ready to go.

"Y/N, we're gonna miss you!" Clint shouted as he hugged you making you chuckle.

"I'll miss all of you too. When's your friend coming?" You asked Tony as the elevator dinged. You looked up as you paled.

"Everyone this is Quintin Beck." Tony said as you stepped back. It was Mysterio, your old master.

"T-Tony." You whimpered quietly.

"Ah ah ah pet, I wouldn't do that if I was you. If you say one thing I'll kill everyone here." Beck said in your head as you shut your mouth.

"What is it dear?" Tony asked as Beck smiled and you.

"N-Nothing, don't worry." You whispered as he nodded.

"Well, you both have your orders from me and my number. If anything happens just let me know." Tony said as they all got into the elevator.

"Bye Y/N!" Everyone said as you smiled and said your goodbyes. The elevator doors closed as Beck smiled.

"I've been looking for you for a long time darling." He said as a tear escaped your eye.

"Jarvis!" You screamed out making him laugh.

"Oh darling, I disabled him. No ones helping you." He said as he hand trailed over your hip. This was your worst nightmare.

"Tony!" You screamed as you ran for the elevator but he trapped you in his magic.

"Tony!" You screamed again before something wrapped around your mouth to stop you from screaming. Tears ran down your face as you tried to break free.

"Took me a very long time to realise it as Tony who took you from me. So naturally, I befriended him, made him trust me and now I can easily get you back pet." He said as he stalked up to you, you couldn't help the tears stream down your face.

"Shh darling, you're very lucky I rescued you. But I'm very angry with you, you never even called." He mocked you, you tried and tried to break free but it was no use. He released you from him magic as you fell to the ground.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He said as you looked up at him in fear.

"F-Fuck you." You growled as he kicked you in the stomach making you gasp.

"You've spent far too long with Stark dear." He said before slapping you across the face. You jumped up and shoved him away as he chuckled.

"Little pet has gotten brave has she?" He said, you ran for the kitchen to grabbed a knife but he was far too fast for you.

"Don't worry dear, I'll get you back to your old self."

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It had been a week since Beck came to the tower. You had tried so many times to escape or to call Tony. But he put his magic on you again, he knew where you were at all times and what you were doing. He was starting to break you again, you dreamt of the day the team returned. But what would Beck do to you then?

You were laying next to Beck in his bed as you slowly got up. You just wanted some time alone, just a shower without him watching your every move. You snuck into the shower and stripped off your clothes and got into the shower letting the warm wet run over your skin.

"Where the fuck did that bitch go?" You heard Beck hiss.

"J-Just having a shower." You called out hearing him sigh. The door opened and you quickly turned the water off.

"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't want to wake you." You muttered as he smiled and began stripping off his clothes.

"S-Sorry, I'll get out." You whispered before he got in with you trapping you from leaving.

"Don't you miss the showers we used to have together?" He asked as you looked away from him.

"Why don't you let me take care of you hmm?" He whispered as he ran his hand over your side making you shiver. He turned the water back on and let it run over you as he ran his hand over your body.

"Poor little thing, remember those times when you were so useless I had to wash you?" He said as you glared at him.

"Don't give me that look." He warned making you sigh and look away from him.

"I-I just want to be alone." You whispered not meeting his eyes. He lifted your chin up to meet his eyes.

"You have also seem to forgot that you don't have a choice with me darling. Maybe I need to teach you again." He growled lowly as you shoved him away from you and ran out of the bathroom.

"Leave me alone!" You screamed before he tackled you to the ground and pinned you down.

"You just don't learn do you."

—

It had been a month now. You'd soon fallen back into your previous self. Quiet, obedient, tortured. And he loved every minute of it.

"Look at that, a call from Stark. Don't say a word." Beck said as he snapped his fingers and suddenly your voice was gone. You nodded and busied yourself in the kitchen.

"Stark! It's good to hear from you." You heard Tony's voice as your heart leapt. You couldn't help but tear up at his voice.

"Beck! I hope you're taking care of my tower and especially my girl." Tony said as you covered your mouth and tried your best to not sob.

"I'm taking very good care of both of them." Beck replied.

"Can I talk to her?" Tony asked through the phone.

"No, she's just gone out to go for a walk you just missed her." He said as you ran upstairs, you couldn't stand hearing Tony's voice when he wasn't here to rescue you.

"Can you get her to call me when she get's back? I need to talk to her." Tony asked just in ear shot of you.

"Yeah, I'll get her to call you."

—

An hour past and Beck handed you the phone.

"Keep it on speaker and if you say one thing I will slit your throat right here." Quintin growled as you nodded and dialled Tony's number.

"Y/N, hey darling. How are you?" Tony asked as you shut your eyes and listened to his voice.

"I-I'm good Mr. Stark. H-How's the mission going?" You asked quietly.

"It's been a success so far. Are you ok you sound different?" He asked as you tried your best to not cry.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just tired. I-I might be coming down with something that's all." You whispered.

"Alright, well I just wanted to hear your voice again and make sure you were ok. Any nightmares of Mysterio?" He asked as you looked up at Beck to see him smiling.

"N-No, I've been fine. I-I should get going, goodbye Tony." You muttered before hanging up the phone.

Tony was sitting in the jet when you hung up on him. Something wasn't right.

"Friday, show me footage of Y/N in the tower." Tony said as he looked down at him tablet.

"Jarvis has been disabled sir, so have all the cameras." The A.I replied as his brows furrowed.

"Overwrite code 4739, reboot cameras password America's Ass." Tony said as the cameras rebooted. He saw you in the living room with Beck.

"Aww is the little dear missing Tony?" Beck said as Tony looked at the camera in confusion, what was he doing?

"I-I'm sorry sir." You whispered in a small voice, you looked so broken. Suddenly Beck slapped you across the face as Tony gasped.

"Get up, you know how this goes." He growled as he began undoing his belt.

"Shit! Loki!" Tony screamed as he quickly found Loki.

"Loki, teleport back to the tower and get Y/N right now." He demanded as Loki nodded.

Beck had you pinned up against the wall when you heard a noise.

"Get off her!" A voice shouted as you saw Loki.

"L-Loki." You stuttered as Loki shoved Beck off you and grabbed you. You held onto him tightly and suddenly you were in front of Tony.

"Y/N thank god." Tony said as he wrapped his arms around you. You couldn't help but break down in tears as you held onto him tightly.

"What just happened? Why was he attacking Y/N?" Loki asked as you sobbed in Tony's arms.

"B-Beck is Mysterio." You whispered as their eyes widened.

"What? Oh my god, Y/N I left you alone with him. What did he do to you?" Tony asked as you cried even more.

"Sorry darling, we can talk later for now just focus on me. Loki, get Stephen, Wanda, Bucky and Steve and go to the tower to take down Beck. I'll let shield know." Tony commanded, Loki nodded and quickly left swinging into action.

"P-Please don't go." You whispered as Tony ran a hand through your hair.

"I'm not going anywhere darling, I'm right here."

—

You had fallen asleep on the couch in the jet as Tony looked down at you sadly.

"Shield is dealing with Beck. How is she?" He heard a voice say as he looked behind him to see Loki.

"I can't believe I left her with him." Tony whispered with guilt.

"Tony, none of us had any idea, you can't blame yourself for this. Blame Mysterio." Loki said as Tony sighed and nodded.

"I know, I just care about her so much. And she was finally starting to not have nightmares of him and now this happens." He whispered as you began to wake up.

"T-Tony." You muttered out as he was instantly at your side.

"I'm right here darling." He whispered and kissed your forehead.

"Beck is with shield, they've arrested him. I'm so sorry I left you with him." Tony said as you slowly sat up and wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm just glad I'm back with you. Please don't ever leave." You whispered as Tony wrapped his arms around you in return.

"I won't darling, never again."

#Tony Stark #Tony x reader #Tony Stark x reader #Mysterio #Yandere #quentin beck #Mcu #Marvel #Avengers

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twistedoverbloat · 2 years

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OKAY NOW THAT I SENT IN A LIGHT REQUEST LETS DO SOME ANGSTTT

IMAGINE IF YUU WAS THE ORIGINAL PUPPET BUT WAS THROWN AWAY FOR BEING TOO 'sensitive' SINCE THE GOF WANTED A HEARTLESS ONE TO DO EVERYTHING PERFECTLY

THIS IS BASED ON SCARAMOUCHE🤧

Worthless.

The God scoff as they watched the low mortal they used as a puppet frantically explaining why they were controlled not alive. Ugh this is such a headache, the God reached out and grabbed their lifeline. It's better to get rid of weeds right?

The boys watched in horror as Yuu was lifted and their soul was ripped out of their body. Yuu screamed and begged for forgiveness to a figure they couldn't see. But Idia knew, he knew of the Gods that would pick random mortals to use as puppets to see what we are doing. He shield Ortho's eyes and looked away. This isn't first time Ida has saw this happen before, he doesn't want Ortho to see.

When the God was done they held the puppet's lifeline "Oh poor thing....If only you kept your pathetic mouth shut like I commanded." They watched as Malleus cradled Yuu's body and roared with grief. Idia rushed Ortho out of there as chaos unraveled. Riddle was sobbing, Kalim joined after. Leona ran away not wanting to see the lifeless body of the one who saw him, Ruggie ran after him. Azul was shouting saying he'd make a deal, but the God didn't need this sad octopus. They needed a soldier who will obey. Jade tried to calm him, Floyd began to shack not knowing how to deal with this.

Jamil and Trey tried to calm their housewardens. Deuce and Ace were laughing telling the lifeless body that this wasn't funny. Cater was holding them back with his unique magic.

Get up come'on.

Yuu....Get up!

GET!!

UP!!

YUU!!

Epel screamed as Rook tried to calm him with silky words, Vil was just blankly staring at the perfect's body. Jack was standing there in shock, not knowing what to do and he began to sob. Sebek watched as Malleus scream, thrash, any thing to get out of Lilia's grip, he couldn't move. Silver knew to stay back. This happened before with Malleus, it didn't end good. Lilia comanded everyone to leave or they will die as Malleus's grief turned into ink.

They tried and got out as the staff rushed in.

There's a rumor that the powerful, Malleus Draconia, the Fae King fell in love with a human that was a mere puppet. He grieved to this day still. The Fae King never did recover from a broken heart. People say that's why he is so cold hearted, the one to warm him was snuff out in a instant. The nobility say it's just a rumor, but everyone knows not to get close to his heart.

NRC had a grave for the puppet that connected with so many of them. Ramshackle is a sacred ground and is to never be touched unless welcomed by Grim the gave keeper. The puppet was said to be cold all the time. So the hell beast Grim Matchstick (Last name) spouted hellfire to warm them. The fire he made was a symbol that he will always warm them. Even in death.

Powerful figures made such this ground was never touched. And some even taught the younger generations of how to keep and touch up on the grounds. Never speak with them, they wear black while the King wears white. The puppet was with Malleus before they died, he told them they shall rule beside him. But now the seat is empty, other's say, but the one's who knows. Knows the puppet sits there with a smile and knowing eyes. They say the ghost of the Puppet lingers around the powerful people and the King.

Some say when they are lost or about to overbloat a soft voice comes and a person sits next to them, the person talks about everything till they sleep. No one knows who it is. Idia does, he knows it's Yuu. They always looked out for everyone. Even in death shall they help those who needs it. They were too kind for their own good.

As he layed a Iris flower, they always reminded him of this flower. Ortho calls for him and he walks to the others. There's a giggle, he froze "Idia, eat you didn't eat this morning again." He nods "Of course Yuu." and with that he walked away.

#twst angst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #god puppet yuu

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Good job Constantine. I'm glad you got out of that unharmed. I know things have been rocky up until this point and I can't promise they'll be smooth going forward either, but it's an honor to fight besides you.

You and the others should find time to reward yourselves with a drink. Bond via the power of alcohol. We'd join you, but no body. So, take a shot for us.

CONSTANTINE: "Thank you, but… what's a 'Doordash'?" MUSASHI: "Oh, I second the party! With plenty of udon!"

PRETENDER: "I'll see what I can do. Our faction will probably be getting pulled out of the city to regroup because of... well, everything that's happened recently, but I'll pull the strings I can to get him to talk."

KUKULKAN: "And I second getting a good rest. I can keep going, of course, but I know everyone else might be getting a bit tired!"

...Truly, it seemed like despite being depleted of Magical Energy, KUKULKAN was still raring to go. Luckily, despite her energy, it seemed like she was at least trying to be aware of the limits of her allies.

PRIEST: "I'm glad you asked. I was going to ask for a formal conversation with you regardless, so..."

Before he could speak any further, a shout echoed as a shadow dropped down from the massive hole in the ceiling made by KUKULKAN's attack.

???: "Yahoo! Jaguar Maaaaail! The Jaguar always arrives on time!"

A form landed between the Priest and your Servants- a mighty(?) feline form... or feline-adjacent... graceful, and powerful, and... a third thing, probably... the air did become dense with mana, the signal of a Divine Spirit making itself known, and the overwhelming presence of a War Monitor, and... okay. Listen.

...It was JAGUAR MAN.

JAGUAR MAN showed up.

JAGUAR MAN's here now.

JAGUAR MAN's arrived.

Frankly, similarly to the PRIEST's arrival, if she hadn't screamed out her approach- she'd probably be able to get the drop on you and your Servants. This was a dangerous Servant and a War Monitor... despite how she looked.

CONSTANTINE: "Ah… Miss 'Jaguar Man', right? It's certainly been some time. Invader, Musashi… this is Jaguar Man, one of the War Monitors. I met her when our Masters gained our first Trigger Key."

JAGUAR MAN: "Long time nya-o see, Rider! Paw-some work out there, Musashi! Nice to meow-t you, K-- I mean, Invader! And of course- hello, Interlopers! It's been two whole chapters since we last saw each other! Hope you didn't forget about me!"

KUKULKAN: "Eh? You know who I am?"

JAGUAR MAN: "Of course! That brightness, those winds, that heat--! And you being here with Rider-- of course you're part of her legacy! But we can talk about that later!"

There was the 'Wisdom Feather' item from QUETZALCOATL that you had lost upon summoning KUKULKAN... or maybe this JAGUAR MAN had an affinity for South American Servants? Perhaps it was a mix of both?

PRIEST: "…Miss Fujimura, I wasn't aware that the Interlopers had any former association with one of the assigned Lair Servants. Next time, would you please share that information rather than keeping it to yourself?"

JAGUAR MAN: "Eh? It wasn't obvious to you? As soon as I looked at the records from the Hamlet, I was like 'THAT'S HER'! So I thought you knew! Oh man, I thought you were the smartypants A.I, Father Kotomine!"

FATHER KOTOMINE: "...Truly your presence and wisdom is a unique blessing upon the Solar Cell." JAGUAR MAN: "Aw, thanks! You'll make me blush! But no time for compliments-- my job right now is to deliver important Jaguar Mail!

She turned to your Servants, beaming.

JAGUAR MAN: "As things are fixing themselves, it seems like Sigurd wants to have a formal meeting with you while you celebrate your victory! Both to thank you for helping his city, and He'll give you guys a place to rest up too beforehand, so you can relax, party, chat, and then talk about the future of your time here on the Solar Cell! Plus it'll give you a chance to breathe easy!"

PRETENDER: "And would any particular Servants who helped against this Beast alongside these 'Interlopers' be welcome as well, or…" JAGUAR MAN: "Nope!" PRETENDER: "Ah. Okay."

JAGUAR MAN: "Anyways, when you're all set, just click the 'Ready' prompt and then we'll cut to the next scene!"

It seemed like you were being invited to actually talk, for once.

#thgw story #thgw: chapter 4 #main post

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Here is the next part of my Revenge Series! I'm interested to see what people have to say about it, as this part begins to open up the magic system within the world. So, if you have any questions or are curious how specific things will work, please feel free to ask! I hope you enjoy it and, as always, thanks for reading. :)

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It's…his… blood…,” Ragnar said through shuddering breaths. Nicolas was looming over him and all Ragnar could think of was that he was now under the headsman’s ax. Nicolas took a minute to process that piece of information and was frustrated. Why doesn't anyone ever give him a straight answer? He was stonewalled when he used reason and here he was, stonewalled again, when he had acted on a violent impulse.

Nicolas stood to his full height and the band of light in his hand pulsed outward. Ragnar screamed again as he watched the light pass over and through him. Suddenly, Nicolas knew what the light pulse did and he laughed. It was a deep, long belly laugh. The involuntary action shattered whatever remnant of fight that remained to Ragnar. A dark stain spread across the lower part of his cloak.

Holding up his left hand to show the colorless light to the terrorized priest he asked in between laughs, “Do you know what this is?”

It was a monumental effort for Ragnar, but he managed to barely shake his head.

“Animadverte. Marking of the Soul. Astral magic is intensive on the casters' mana for two reasons. One, it requires a ritual to be performed in order to map out the target's soul. The other reason is having to overcome the target's soul defenses.” Nicolas looked at the light, mesmerized.

“This spell takes the first part of that problem and negates it almost completely. This was something that was only ever even theorized. With the mana consumption alone, I should be dead from casting it so many times, and yet here I am using it as a torch. I've ripped away the left arm of your soul, Ragnar, and it was consumed. It's gone. Forever. There is no growing it back.”

At that, a pulse of light passed through the cowering man. His soul was marked once again. Nicolas pushed through the astral plane, using the power of Animadverte to guide himself. With an understanding of the spell structure, Nicolas realized just how crudely he had used it. He saw the look on Ragnar's face the moment he closed the hand on the first finger of Ragnar's remaining hand.

“You've got one more chance before I start taking chunks,” Nicolas said. Some part deep within him wanted to do it, to rip and tear Ragnar apart, to go and rip everyone apart. In the darkest depths of his labyrinth of a soul, The Voice stirred. The violent impulse intensified. The only reason he didn't act on it was his wanting of answers. Answers he might be able to get out of someone else.

“P-p-p…” Ragnar stuttered.

“Use your big boy words, Priest,” Nicolas said, icy coldness swept through every syllable. He tightened his grip on Ragnar's soul and began to pu-

“PACT! PACT! PACT!” Ragnar shouted the words. A sickly purple light radiated off Ragnar's upper chest, as he threw himself into the floor.

Nicolas knew very little about Pact and Sealing magic. It was the only discipline of magic that required the use of crystals as an external mana source. Due to this, it it's utilized primarily in the security of information.

Glyphs will always follow three simple rules, regardless of their complexity. The first is the same rule that applies to all magic theory. Simple does not mean easy. The strength of the seal is relative to the mana infused within it, not the seal lines themselves. Finally, do not attempt to break a seal without adequate knowledge of who, what, and why. Who created it? What is it sealing? Why would this need to be sealed or unsealed?

A relatively good thing about seals is that they won't kill those who break a pact. It will make those who break them wish it did though. Nicolas thought on the last bit of information.

“Who, what, and why?” He asked out loud. The intensity of the purple hue was dimming. It was at a snail's pace, but it was dimming. Nicolas was starting to pace, the purple light of Ragnar's Pact Seal faded into darkness, the only light in the room was from Nicolas's spell.

“You're a priest of, uh, something. You're wearing the symbol of The Brood,” Nicolas said. The only sounds in the room were his boots scraping the rocky ground and Ragnar's whimpers. “Show me the seal again.” Ragnar hesitated, but complied.

The seal itself was about the size of Nicolas's hand. It looked like it had been carved directly into his skin and left a scar. Surprisingly, none of the scar tissue felt raised. It was two circles, one was smaller and inside the other. At the very top of the inner circle was a triangle, equal on all sides, stretching down until it was spitting the circle into equal halves. At what would be the center of both our circles, was the tip of the second triangle as it copied the same pattern. Inside the ring created by the two circles were fuzzy symbols that Nicolas couldn't make out. He let out a slow whistle. Simple does not mean easy.

“I don't even understand how they even made this. There's no marks from an etching tool, it's not burned on, nor tattooed. It's not even ink. There's nothing you can tell me?” Nicolas asked, caught between a feeling of frustration and excitement. It's not on the skin, maybe the muscle or bone?

“I… I can't. It goes against..” Ragnar said, pointing at his chest. This was the first time he had spoken in a while. Nicolas watched as the light grew in intensity again, but stopped and slowly died down.

The old man looked ancient now, his wrinkly skin was torn up and down his only working arm. He looked like shit.

Ragnar took a breath in and steeled himself before saying, “He's testing you.” The purple light grew but fizzled out a second later.

“So he is involved with the whatever-the-fuck blood that was in the chalice?” Nicolas asked. Frustration was steadily winning in the race against his excitement. He felt an urge to send the pulse out again. Ragnar said nothing. Nicolas let the urge win. The Animadverte Spell swept across the entirety of the room.

That's when Nicolas noted two big things. There were no scars to be felt from Ragnar's seal because it wasn't carved into the skin. If Nicolas hadn't been touching it, he doubted he'd even believe what he was seeing. He couldn't make out the letters because they weren't on the material plane, they were on the astral. Ragnar's seal was carved directly into the man's soul. That's when the other thing happened.

“Greetings, child. It's time we talked.” The Voice said.

#fantasy #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fantasy writing #writing

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UNTITLED WIP

This is just something that randomly popped in my head. I'm thinking I might continue this & make it a full story. Idk yet though. I'm posting it on a few platforms to see if there's any interest before I spend the time writing the rest.

Sweat ran down her face mixing with blood and tears. For once, the blood wasn't Kagomes. But that didn't make things any better. Naraku had finally made his move and she only managed to get through the toughest battle of her life by the skin of her teeth.

Her riki mixed with both Inuyasha and Sesshoumarus combined strength had managed to bring down the vile hanyu once and for all.

It should have been perfect. They should have been safe at last! But even though the world hadn't ended...the victorious group wasn't so lucky. Looking around the battlefield Kagome became distraught. The mangled and broken bodies of her friends littered the ground.

Sango and Miroku were huddled next to each other with a sword skewering them together. Kirara was torn in two while Jaken was a mere green smear on the ground. Ah-Un had been beheaded, and his body was torn to pieces. Kikyo was nowhere to be found and Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru lay with gaping holes in their chests, a final 'fuck you' from Naraku she supposed. Even the children weren't spared as Shippo, Rin, and Kohaku lay piled together in the bushes.

Unconsciously she wished with all her heart and soul for everyone to get another chance because none of them.deserved this. They fought too hard for too long to just end in their demise.

She watched as the jewels light slowly faded to nothingness leaving behind an empty shell, like the hollow eyes of her group staring back at her accusingly. There was no way that its magic could return to the land of the living after it left the physical realm.

But it just didn't feel right. Everything about this situation felt wrong. The smell of burnt flesh filled her nose. It reminded her too much of how she lost control over her powers.

'I did this' a voice in the back of her mind whispered. Her breathing became shallow and uneven. This couldn't be real! Tears began streaming down her face mixing with the blood trickling out from underneath her ear and down her neck. Kagome wanted to scream but found that she couldn't produce enough air to let loose.

They were dead, the jewel wasn't showing signs of magic, and she didn't know what to do.

All Kagome knew is the feeling of helplessness. She felt hopeless, like she was going to break down if she tried to speak and everything went black. A sharp pain ripped through her head making her fall to her knees as her vision blurred and then turned completely white.

xxx

She woke up hours later near the bone eaters well disoriented and confused. "What's going on? How did I get here?"

"I brought you here." The cold voice of kikyo broke through Kagomes daze and she stared in wonder at what she was seeing. Kikyo was now alive. Truly alive. She could sense her living spirit and aura, unfortunately they were both tainted with jealousy and bitterness.

"You don't belong here copy. It's time you returned to your era once and for all."

She said her voice filled with hatred.

"How are you still alive? I watched Naraku kill you!" Kagome replied. The question felt more desperate than anything else she'd said in quite some time.

She needed answers. The truth.

If she was alive, that meant something must have happened. Something that changed everything.

"You can't continue living in my time if i am.to live my life beside Inuyasha." Kikyo spat. "But, he's dead. Everyone is!"

"Foolish copy! The power of the shikon has brought them back, stronger than before. The battle has been won and your quest is done. You are no longer needed. Go home."

"No! I'm not going anywhere until I know what happened!" Kagome shouted, standing up abruptly. Despite her injuries she remained defiant and stood tall, despite shrinking under her previous incarnations narrow gaze.

"Don't be so foolish! If you remain here, I'll have no choice but to kill you. You'll just die alone and unwanted! Leave!"

"No! Why should I leave jist because you dont want me here?!"

But instead if replying Kikyo physically retaliated instead. With a shove and a scream, Kagome felt herself falling backwards into darkness. Once again, she was plunged into oblivion.

xxx

When she opened her eyes once more it was bright and noisy. She groaned as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. Slowly, she lifted her hand to shield her face. As she moved her hand away, however, a gasp left her lips when she saw someone standing over her. She was surprised when she recognized who it was but before she could say anything, the figure leaned closer towards her. Her breath caught in her throat. "Kagome? When did you get home?"

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ismelinor · 10 months

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A Dustland Fairytale (1/12)

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Chapter 1: The Starting Line

The castle was stunning – teeming with life. She could see why Missy had come here; she always cared about the ‘energy’ of a place, or the aura, or something. Scully was more focused on tangible things, like whether everyone wanted her dead.

It was, admittedly, odd for her – a magic user – to come looking for sanctuary in Camelot, but after the…incident back home, she didn’t have much of a choice. The only place her mother could think of to send her was Camelot, where she might find a home with an old family friend, Walter Skinner, and pursue her dream of becoming a physician under his guidance.

There were, of course, two tiny issues with this plan: first off, magic was banned in Camelot – and Scully practically breathed magic. She knew her magic was made to heal, and sometimes it got a little over-eager. That was how she’d gotten herself into trouble in Ealdor – a few bones set or aches eased could be explained away easily enough: the townspeople knew she read every apothecary’s book she could get her hands on. But then she’d seen the little Turner boy – being born blind was a death sentence in a farming town like theirs – and her heart just broke. She so wanted him to be healthy and safe that her magic let loose. She had no idea how she did it – no idea if she could do it again – but everyone saw the light leave her and wrap itself around the babe like a blanket. When the light faded, the boy’s eyes opened, blue and bright where they had been glassy and…well, Scully didn’t get to see what happened next because she’d been tackled to the floor by Farmer Andrews screaming bloody murder.

Her parents had managed to talk the villagers down from handing her over to King Cenred, but only on the condition that she’d stay far away. And though she was sad to say goodbye to her family, she’d always yearned for more – more than collecting the eggs every morning; more than sitting around waiting until some farmer ten years her senior decided she was good enough to marry; more than a woman in a small village could ever hope for.

That led on to the second tiny problem. She was a woman, and this world was not kind to women. She did not believe what her brother Bill said, that women were made to stay at home, to look after children and mend socks. Nor did she subscribe to her father’s belief, that she had a man’s mind in the body of a woman. Women were just as capable as men of being great thinkers, great fighters, and great leaders. But that didn’t change the fact that it wasn’t safe for a woman to travel alone, or that nobody would agree to train a woman to be a physician.

So, in true Scully fashion, she combined her two problems to come up with a solution: she’d use her magic to disguise herself as a man – that should be enough to get her safely to Camelot, and there she’d convince Skinner to take her on as an apprentice and do her best to hide her magic.

That might, she thought as she looked between her outstretched hand and the man levitating six feet above the ground, be easier said than done.

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She hadn’t meant to startle the man, but when she’d entered the apothecary, she hadn’t even realised anyone was in there. Scully was looking around curiously – or, rather, nosily. She’d never seen so many instruments or strange plants, and she’d been leaning over to get a closer look at an oddly shaped vial over the fire when she’d knocked into a chair. There was a loud scraping sound, followed by a shout of surprise, and then a man she hadn’t spotted before was falling backwards from the top of a ladder – and she’d flung her arm out without a moment’s hesitation to stop his fall.

She lowered him to the ground carefully, and he turned to look at her, eyes wide with surprise. He was bald, a little younger than her mother perhaps, and his expression of shock was already morphing into one of exasperation. Yes, this must be Skinner.

“Er…I apologise, sir. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Scully tried after a long moment.

The man stared at her in disbelief. “What in the name of the gods were you thinking, boy? Don’t you know sorcery is punishable by death in Camelot? They executed a boy your age just this morning for conjuring a flower for a girl. If anyone had seen you-”

“Nobody saw me except for you, sir, and my mother has sent me to you because she remembers you as a friend to magic.”

Skinner rubbed his forehead. “I will not turn you in, since you may well have saved my life, but there are no friends to magic in Camelot – or if there are, they don’t live long. Do I make myself clear?”

Scully nodded.

“Your mother sent you to me? Why?”

“I want to train to be a physician, sir. I’ve learnt the basics: wound dressing, collecting herbs, a few poultices…but I’d like to learn it all. Anything you can teach me.”

Skinner squinted at her. “What’s your name, child?”

“Scully, sir. My mother is Margaret and my father is William.”

“Scully is the family name. What is your given name?”

Scully shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. “Danyl, sir.”

“Lying does not make for a good first impression, boy. Margaret and William have two sons: one named for his father, and one for his uncle, who is my brother by marriage. Neither, I imagine I need not tell you, is named Danyl. So who are you really?”

Scully sighed; this was not going particularly well. She dropped the glamour and heard Skinner’s sharp intake of breath. “Dana, sir. I am their youngest daughter. But please, sir, I know I’ll make a good physician – I’m a fast learner and a hard worker.”

She saw his expression soften a little. “You’ll not cause me any trouble? I get enough of that from the prince.”

She nodded eagerly.

“Fine. I’ll clear out the storage room for you to sleep in, and in the meantime, you can make yourself useful. Take this. It’s a sleeping draught for the princess; I’ll show you how to make it later. Go down the steps, across the courtyard, and up the stairs directly opposite. And no trouble. Understand?”

“Down the steps, across the courtyard, up again. Got it.”

~~~

Scully made it at least twenty paces out of the apothecary before finding trouble, and she figured she should get some credit for that.

But as she stepped out into the courtyard, she heard a cry of distress. It came from a boy cowering behind a shield, running along one side of the square as a group of knights jeered at him. One of them was throwing daggers at the shield; his aim was good, Scully could admit, but it was an absurdly dangerous game, and the poor boy was shaking. She strode over and stood in front of him, glaring at the knights.

“You’ve had your fun; leave the boy alone.”

The knight who had been throwing the daggers walked over to stand in front of her, laughing. She felt the anger rising in her chest – she couldn’t stand bullies. The man was tall; Scully suspected that he was one of those men who used his size to intimidate others. Well, she wouldn’t be intimidated.

“We were only having fun,” the man said, grinning obnoxiously.

“I don’t think he was having fun,” Scully replied, jerking her head at the boy behind her.

“C’mon, they’re only training daggers! They’re not sharp enough to hurt anyone, are they, Tommy?” he sneered at the boy, who Scully could now see was actually a man – older than her, certainly.

The man, Tommy presumably, mumbled something under his breath and scurried away. Well, a thank you would have been nice.

Scully turned her glare back to the man in front of her. “Training daggers or not, you could have hurt him. Grow up.”

The man looked down at her sardonically and said, “That’s rich, coming from you.”

Scully stepped closer, returning his stare. “Only a small man uses his size to intimidate. Besides, I dare say I could take you down a peg.”

The man leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “I could have you in the stocks for that.”

Scully scoffed. She may not have been from these parts, but even she knew that squires didn’t have that sort of sway, no matter how highly they thought of themselves. “Who do you think you are, the king?”

The man grinned. “No, I’m the prince. Mulder.” He stuck out his hand, as if they were making polite introductions.

Now, there were two sides to Dana Scully. One was a woman who followed the rules – didn’t like people who broke the rules – who did as she was told, and who bowed to authority (at least, when she believed in the integrity of that authority). She was a logical young woman, and she saw the logic in keeping out of trouble. But she hadn’t yet grown out of the righteous fire of adolescence, and she had another side to her: a reckless side. It’s what had led her, more than once, to do something she shouldn’t on a dare from one of her brothers. It’s what led her to stand up for this squire, when it would have been wiser to avert her eyes.

As she stood in front of the prince, staring at his proffered hand, the two sides of her were at odds. She knew, logically, that he could well have her put in the stocks for what she’d said. She knew, logically, that her best bet was to apologise. She knew, logically, that rejecting a handshake from a prince was not a good start to her career in his court.

But her whole spirit rebelled against it. This man was grinning – laughing at her – and, prince or no, he’d been tormenting a boy barely out of the schoolroom.

She put her hands on her hips, glared up at him, and said, “Respect is not a birth right, and I do not shake the hands of men I do not respect.”

Two of the knights who’d been egging the prince on made to grab her, but the prince waved them off, still with that infuriating smile on his face.

“No, no, let the boy go. I’ve rather enjoyed not being respected. It’s always educational to experience something new.” He winked and led the knights away, leaving her flushed with anger.

~~~

Scully was still fuming by the time she reached the royal quarters. She wondered if the princess would be as arrogant as her brother – though she was starting to worry she’d never find out. There had to be thirty rooms in the royal quarters, which were build like a maze besides, and Skinner had given no indication of which belonged to the princess.

She caught sight of a blond head, barely visible behind a pile of sheets.

“Excuse me!” she called out.

The boy blinked and scurried over. He reminded Scully of a puppy, somehow – over-eager and panting a little.

“Hello, I’m new to Camelot, and I’m looking for the princess’ chambers. I have something for her from the court physician.”

The boy smiled. “Of course, I’ll take you there. My name’s Pendrell, by the way. I’m the king’s manservant. If you need any help settling in, or, or, directions around the castle, I’m your boy – man!”

Scully smiled and followed him down the corridor. “Thank you, Pendrell, that’s very kind of you. I’m Scully; I’m training to be the physician’s assistant.”

Pendrell chattered on eagerly, and seemed almost disappointed when they reached the princess’ chambers. “Here you are, then. I hope I’ll see you around soon.”

Scully gave him a wave, which he tried to return before remembering that he was carrying a load of laundry.

She looked at the princess’ door and sighed. Frankly, she’d had enough of stuck-up nobles for the day. She’d never been one to cower from a task that needed doing, though, so she stepped up and knocked firmly.

“Enter.”

She did so, and looked around the room in awe. She’d never seen a bed so large, or so many fine things in one place: books, candles, jewellery, beautiful dresses, a maid arranging flowers by the window. And standing in a shaft of sunlight, as handsome as any of her fine things, was the princess. She had a pretty face and a kindly smile which put Scully at ease immediately.

She curtsied. “My lady, I have a tincture for you from the court physician.”

“Danes?” Was that-?

The maid in the corner span around – and, yes, it really was her! Missy, in the princess’ chambers, wearing a maidservant’s dress far finer than anything either of them had worn back home.

“Missy!” Scully forgot the princess entirely as she wrapped her arms around her sister. She clung on desperately, feeling Missy’s tears on her shoulder.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Melissa?” Scully jumped back at the princess’ voice.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, my lady. Here,” Scully said quickly, handing over the tincture. She’d only left Skinner’s quarters three candle-marks ago and she’d already made a scene in front of two royals. This was probably not what he meant when he told her to stay out of trouble.

Missy brushed a tear from her eye and said, “Oh no, it’s my fault – only I was so surprised to see you. Samantha, this is my-” she cut herself off, looking at Scully’s apparel uncertainly. Of course – Missy could see through the glamour, but she was still dressed in Charlie’s tunic and slacks.

“I am Melissa’s brother, my lady. My name is Scully, and I’m training under Skinner to be a physician.”

The princess looked over at Missy with an affectionate smile. “Well, any relation of Melissa’s must be a friend of mine. She’s an angel, as I’m sure you know. I must go and speak to my father, but please make yourself at home here, Scully. I’m sure the two of you have lots of catching up to do."

Scully curtsied as she swept out of the room, and then Missy’s arms were around her again.

“Oh, Danes, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. But what are you doing here? Why are you pretending to be a boy?”

Scully told her tale – from healing the Turner boy to seeking out Skinner – but when she got to her run-in with that awful prince, Melissa only laughed fondly.

“This squire, was he brown-haired, broad? A little thuggish?”

“How did you know?”

“His name’s Tom. He’s Sir Colton’s son, and he’s a real piece of work. Mulder saw him hassling me this morning – telling me how good he is with his sword – ugh. You know the type. The other maids and I are used to that sort of thing – there’s nothing we can do. But the prince always puts them in their place. He makes sure they know they’ll pay, even if the king wouldn’t do anything.”

Scully had to begrudgingly admit that the prince might not be all that bad.

Missy grinned. “And he’s cute too, don’t you think?”

Scully sniffed. “I didn’t notice. I was distracted by his arrogance. His sister is much nicer. Prettier, too.”

“Oh, she’s not his sister. She is very pretty, though.”

“She’s not? I thought she was the princess.”

“Well, she is. Her father’s the king. He married Prince Mulder’s mother after the last king died, maybe ten years ago now.”

“So which one of them will take the throne when their parents die?”

“Samantha. It’s a strange story, actually. Back when Mulder’s parents were king and queen, they tried for years to have a child, but couldn’t. Spender was royal advisor back then, and a close friend of the king, so they agreed to name his daughter heir. Samantha was only two years old then. But almost as soon as she was named crown princess, the queen found out she was pregnant. Of course, it was too late to reverse the process, so they couldn’t have their son as heir.

“Is he bitter? Prince Mulder, I mean?”

“No, I think he’s glad, really. Court politics wouldn’t suit him at all. Mulder is…not like the princess. He’s too fiery to sit on a throne and mediate land disputes all day long. Mulder’s always running off on some odd quest or other – it drives the king mad.”

“Does he get along with the princess?”

“Oh, yes. They’ve always been close – partners in crime. Like Charlie and me.”

“Perhaps they’ll marry, then. The whole heir business wouldn’t matter in that case.”

Missy looked thoroughly put off by the idea. “Oh no, I don’t think so. They’re practically siblings. No, I hope not. I hope not.” She was emphatic, and Scully wondered if her sister might have a personal interest in the question. She had called Mulder cute, after all. Well, prince or no, Scully would kill him if he messed Missy around. Or castrate him, at the very least.

“Enough about these nobles. How did you end up here? Last I heard, you were living with Ellen out in the lower town selling charms. Look, I’ve kept mine all these years,” she said, pulling it out from under the collar of her tunic.

Missy smiled. “Now, I know you don’t believe in destiny, Danes, but that’s the only explanation. Ellen had just had her baby, and coin was short, so I said I’d bring my charms to the citadel where some wealthy merchants would be sure to buy some for their wives and mistresses. But along the way I was attacked by bandits – they didn’t hurt me, but they took all my charms – months of work. I couldn’t go back to Ellen empty-handed, and give her another mouth to feed. I was totally distraught, thinking I’d have to get back to Ealdor, somehow, when the princess came across me crying. I had no idea who she was, but she had the sweetest aura I’d ever seen, and I told her everything. She said it would be alright, took me by the hand, and brought me to the castle. She let me sleep on the pallet in her antechamber, and in the morning she told me she’d spoken to the queen, and I could be her maidservant if I liked. I’ve been here ever since, and I’ve never had a cruel word from her, or from the prince.”

Scully looked at her shrewdly. “But you have from the other nobles? The king and queen?”

“The queen is…not a cruel woman, but she is cold. She chooses not to see how her people suffer under the rule of her husband. Her own son, even. But, Dana,” here, she lowered her voice, “The king is a bad man. Ruthless. He will kill you if he discovers your…talents. You cannot be safe here. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I’m sure, Missy. And I’ve always wanted to be a physician: now I can. Wouldn’t you call that destiny?”

Missy smiled, a little teary-eyed. “Oh, well you’re still my baby sister. I’m glad I can at least look out for you here. Why don’t you come with me to the feast tonight, and I’ll tell you who everyone is, and who to avoid.”

~~~

That was how Scully found herself standing rather awkwardly against the wall of Camelot’s banquet hall. If she’d ever taken the trouble to imagine what a feast fit for nobles would look like, which she hadn’t, she would have been pretty close: enormous piles of food, freely flowing ale, ruddy-cheeked lords pinching at panicked serving girls – Camelot had it all.

The only aspect that didn’t quite fit her vision was a travelling bard, welcomed as a special guest by King Spender. Scully had imagined bards to be young, energetic and spritely men – surely the job demanded such – but this bard was greying and tired-looking. His song was slow and soporific, and Scully found herself leaning more and more heavily against the wall.

And then she realised she wasn’t the only one: there was Prince Mulder, struggling to keep his eyes open, and Skinner resting his head on a hand, and Missy falling against the princess’ shoulder. Scully clamped her hands against her ears the second she realised what was happening. This was bad. The entire court of Camelot was drifting to sleep before her eyes. She had to stop that song.

She looked over at the bard, who was staring right at her. The first thing she noticed was his sad, sad eyes. He stopped his song and the silence in the hall was suffocating.

“You must be Scully,” the man said slowly.

Scully stared at him. “How do you know my name?”

He smiled sadly. “I’m sorry to cut your destiny short, child.”

At the front of the hall, the royal family were blinking awake. The king was muttering something about magic and the dungeons. Scully took a step closer to them, though she had no idea what the bard intended, or what he meant by her destiny.

The bard moved to the centre of the room, followed by a whirlwind of tablecloths and papers. “King Spender, you are a tyrant and a madman. You sentence men, women and children to death with a wave of your hand, but no understanding of what death means. I will teach you what death means.”

King Spender stood and slammed his hands on the table. “Guards! Arrest him!”

The bard flicked his hand and the guards struggled against invisible restraints. “You cannot hurt me more than you already have, you foolish man. You killed my son. My only child. Do you remember his crime?”

Spender twisted his mouth distastefully. “If I had him killed, he must have been a magic-user. All magic-users are corrupt. He deserved to die, just like you.”

The bard laughed hollowly. “He had no magic. He pulled a flower from his sleeve – a sleight of hand, to impress his sweetheart. One of your knights saw and cried magic because you have created an empire of fear and mistrust. But your empire is built on legs of sand and I will bring them down. A life for a life. A son for a son.”

It all happened so quickly. Barely a second, in which the future hung in the balance: Scully saw the flash of silver as the bard plucked a carving knife from the air whipping around his head, and before she knew what she was about, she was diving across the hall to knock Prince Mulder flat. As they hit the floor, she heard the impact of the knife burying itself in the wall behind the prince’s chair.

She looked down into the prince’s wide eyes, an inch below her own, and for one moment – despite herself, despite everything she believed in, and everything she didn’t – she saw her destiny in his eyes. And then she heard the bard being tackled to the floor and remembered herself; she rolled off Prince Mulder’s body and scrambled to her feet.

The hall was in chaos. Lords and ladies were clinging to one another, the king was yelling, and the bard had been knocked out on the floor. The uproar only subsided when the guards dragged the bard out of the hall.

The king looked over at her, eyes narrowed and mouth twisted. She tried not to flinch. “You saved the prince’s life,” he stated.

Scully glanced over at Skinner, unsure if she was expected to respond.

“This warrants a reward,” he declared in the same imperious tone. “You are trustworthy, I suppose.”

Scully opened her mouth but couldn’t think of what to say. Skinner replied for her: “The boy is trustworthy, sire. I can vouch for him; he’s my nephew.”

She’d won Skinner’s loyalty, at least, if he was willing to lie for her.

“Then you will be rewarded with a position in the royal household. You will be Prince Mulder’s manservant.”

Scully and Mulder had matching expressions of horrified disbelief.

“Sire,” said Mulder stiffly, “I have no need of a manservant.”

The king waved his hand dismissively. “You are a prince, and it’s time you started acting like one. You will have a manservant.”

Mulder clenched his jaw but said nothing.

Scully looked over at Skinner, who only shook his head.

The remainder of the meal was strange, to say the least: the king announced that the sorcerer would be executed the following day, which was followed by raucous applause, as if a grieving father’s death were a cause for celebration. Mulder and Samantha, to their credit, sat through it stone-faced – though in the prince’s case, that could have been lingering moodiness from the dreadful affliction of being given a personal servant. The life of a prince must truly be a trial.

As for her, Scully stood by Missy’s side in silence, wondering how on earth she was going to survive as manservant to the prince of Camelot. Beyond the fact that she knew nothing about serving, she couldn’t exactly keep a low profile, tending to the whims of a royal. And Prince Mulder, whatever his faults may be, did not seem to be a stupid man – how long could it possibly be until he figured out she was a woman – or, worse, a magic-user? Yes, she’d be the next execution ordered and these pot-bellied, wine-addled nobles would cheer her away to the pyre.

It was with that comforting thought that she drifted off to sleep on her first – and perhaps last – night in Camelot.

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❛ Command me to disappear, and I’ll disappear. ❜ (from Trey)

NO LONGER ACCEPTING ━ BOOK STARTERS VOL.11 ANNA KARENINA.

“I could never.”

A small sigh; exhaustion weighed heavily on Riddle’s shoulders, eating away at any new semblance of energy that threatened to bloom. It upset him a little bit sometimes, how much Trey knew him. How he knew the grisly details of Riddle’s childhood, how he’d witnessed more than once the way he lived when he was home. How every bit of who he was had been a result of having it forced into him. Trey had also seen him at his most vulnerable. In tears, gripping mother’s skirt, or filthy on the ground after his Overblot…it made him want to scream, every so often. To shout, and throw things, to shake him because he needed to realize that Riddle wasn’t enough, that he wasn’t worth loving this much because all that would happen in the end was that he would drag Trey down with him.

And yet. He could never quite say it. He could never bear to let him go.

Compared to Riddle, Trey was everything good in the world. He was warmth, and comfort - hands used to support others, or to bake the sweetest treats, and a smile that could convey any amount of his endless empathy. He was friendly, gentle, social: everyone liked him, and deservedly so. How could he be the one to ruin that? He didn’t want to. He hated himself for it. But it was inevitable. He’d already gone through one Overblot, and even now, his levels of blot accumulation were high, and they were risky. Like ouroboros, he was forever stuck in a cycle of brutality, constantly consuming himself and destroying his body and mind.

Anyone who got too close was bound to get caught in the crossfire sooner or later…

“I don’t want you to disappear. You know that.”

But. Riddle was a selfish person. Mother had always said it, and now he knew it to be true. All those nightmares he always had of Trey’s hands around his neck, or being mauled by his magic, and then that simulation of being attacked by him on the Island of Woe…and he still couldn’t let him go. In fact, it only made him want to cling even more desperately. Trey was what he feared losing the most, the person he was most terrified would come to hate him. Could he even handle that? Trey’s disdain, directed towards him? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps it would kill him. Perhaps that would be a mercy.

Another sigh.

“…Do you want to sit? I’m just finishing going over proposals for our next multi-school event.”

#decayedhearts #*♕ ‣ with one foot in a fairytale & the other in the abyss — ( v. main. )#*♕ ‣ heavy is the head that wears the crown — ( answered. )#IM CRYIN THX

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abysskeeper · 1 year

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Found this while searching for other things. I’ll develop it eventually, in the meanwhile...have it.

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“Oscar, are you alright?”

Here was where he lied. Here was where he denied the tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Here was where he didn’t recognize the tremble in his hands, where he swallowed back the lump in his throat making it hard to talk. Hard to breathe. Where he pretended he didn’t hear the cries from everyone around him, where he didn’t hear the screeching of the Grimm or the wails of a Winter Maiden in agony. Here was where he refused to acknowledge the thoughts circling in his own mind and the feelings rolling in his gut.

“I don’t know.”

He couldn’t lie.

With trembling hands, he clicked the lever of the cane and held onto it in a white-knuckled grip as it unfurled. He stared at it for a moment, forcing the hitches in his breath to cease before he turned on his heel and launched himself at the nearest Grimm to him. He unleashed all that he had in himself, jabbing his cane into the beast again and again until it fell to the ground and stopped moving. Only then did he back away and release the breath that he was holding in.

“Oscar!”

His eyes slipped closed for a few moments as he forced out another couple of breaths, in and out and in and out, just enough to regulate his breathing back into a normal rhythm. Just enough to calm the rampaging beat of his heart. Just enough to quell the storm of emotions he knew would only attract more trouble than they could handle. His eyes opened again when he felt the familiar sensation of someone else beside him, of a guiding hand and magic slipping over his skin like water, and he shook his head violently.

“Oz, please,” he begged.

He felt the feeling tentatively back off and his attention returned to the crowd around him, the terrified faces of countless civilians they saved from Atlas’s fall, only to herd them into even more danger in Vacuo. He saw Ren hunched over next to Nora, still on her knees in front of the spot the portal once was, and his heart clenched. He understood the pain she was in, the desperation she felt at having left them behind with no way to go back. What the portal disappearing before their eyes had to mean.

As if feeling eyes on him, Ren turned back and caught his gaze. He stared at Oscar before nodding once and getting up, returning to Nora and trying to coax her as well. Oscar may have understood her pain, but he also understood what needed to be done right now.

He wasn’t alright, no one was alright. Every muscle in his body was screaming out in exhaustion and pain, his Aura was dangerously low and not recovering at the rate it should’ve been. Every movement he made felt weighed down by the stones that sat in his chest, the thoughts that pressed into his mind with the force of a hurricane. The knowledge that they needed to do something, that they had done so much and still failed and still needed to do more.

They still needed to press onward.

His attention turned to the Happy Huntresses and he locked eyes with Joanna. “The sooner we clear out these Grimm, the sooner Winter can stop this storm!” he shouted, hoping to be heard over the howling winds and countless cries of the terrified civilians around him.

Civilians. Oscar would’ve considered himself one of those not a month ago.

Joanna seemed to hear him though, as she nodded and took up her weapon, pushing the other Huntresses to do the same and keep fighting. Oscar sighed, something that would’ve felt like relief if they weren’t in the situation they currently were in, and turned back to the oncoming horde, cane twisting in his hand. He still felt the presence next to him, hesitant and concerned, waiting for the sign he was allowed to take over, to alleviate the burden Oscar felt crushing him.

He was exhausted, but he wouldn’t give in. They had to do something. He had to do something.

”Please, Oz,” he whispered, as much to Ozpin as it was to himself. As much as it was to any God he knew wasn’t listening. “Let me do this.”

#don't mind me #rwby #rwby fanfic #rwby fanfiction #oscar pine #ozpin #rwby8 #rwby9 maybe but just because some of us are going to go feral over what team vacuo is doing right now #this'll be part of v8's trust piece eventually #which I do still intend to do I'm just...slow #my writing

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Book Two of Hexed - The Fury of Zaun (Vi/POC!Reader) - Ch. 11

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Act 1: Chapter Eleven - A Magicborn and a Magic Borne

Summary: You finally learn the secret that your mentor has been keeping before you’re offered an unbelievable deal. You and Sevika learn what Renni has planned.

“HEADS UP!” You hear Fue scream followed by the sound of multiple explosions. You chuckle to yourself knowing that they kept training today regardless of your absence. You step out of the way as Ekko and the others come through the Gateway. Ekko walks straight to the entrance while the professor and Dawn immediately observe the area they arrived in. You patiently wait for them to turn to you and give them a smile when they do.

“This is the Gateway. All arrivals through my rifts come here.” You motion for them to walk with you, “This makes it easier to monitor who comes and goes from the Grotto. The only other ways out are up or through the flight tunnel. For either of those, you need a pair of wings.” You wink and gesture to the view before you. Sevika and Auvern come whirling past the opening of the cave with their weapons interlocked and smirks on their faces. Cheers sound as the cracking of crystal can be heard and you see some raining down.

“This is your home?” The professor questions, awestruck. A handful of people walk back and forth on the bridges, reminding you that the place is more filled than it used to be. Sevika’s gang joined once their leader went to get them, along with Fue’s and Landon’s gangs. ‘The Chem-Barons can’t find Sevika because everyone who knows her whereabouts are here. I need to tell her what happened before the day ends.’ You pat the place you tucked the letters away.

“It is.” You smile proudly, “Come on, there’s more to see once you’re outside the cave.”

“I never knew a place like this existed within the Undercity. The atmosphere is completely different here and even the tree is glowing with health.” Professor Uley observes. You giggle to yourself. ‘Sevika had said something similar when she arrived.’

“The water is untainted as well.” The professor gasps. You blink in shock and turn to look at him. The two of you meet eyes and he gives you a secretive smile. Something stirs in your mind at the odd swirls in his irises.

“How do you know that? I haven’t mentioned it.” You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“I haven’t mentioned it yet, but it is what we’re going to discuss today.” The Professor gives you a disarming smile. You huff and cross your arms. He was the only person who could talk circles around you.

“My Lady!” Landon waves at you from the other end of the bridge, “You’ve returned earlier than expected!”

“We cut our tour short.” You tell her, “How long have you guys been practicing?” You catch a glimpse of Jinx in the corner of your eye. She dodges something and shoots it causing the item to explode. ‘Ah, one of Fue’s throwing stars.’

“Since you left, My Lady. They should be wrapping up within the hour. Torx and I were fighting until she had to finish her chemical compound.” Landon chuckles, “You know how she is about those.”

“Mm, I do.” You nod, “I’ll cut the training short for today. I’d like to introduce everyone to our guests.” You nudge your head in the professor’s direction. You raise your hand to your face and let out a piercing whistle that makes everyone freeze.

“That’s enough training for today!” You wave at them, “Meet me down in the pavilion!” You get shouts of confirmation back as they all start cleaning up. While they do that, you take your guests where they’ll be staying. Ekko separates from the group to head to his room, promising to meet back up after he sketches out an idea that popped into his head. After dropping off their things and explaining how the rooms work, you were making your way to the pavilion.

The pavilion is a lounge area suspended over the lake. The leaves from the tree kept it from getting wet when it rained, so it was safe to use at any time. It could comfortably seat over twenty people, so it was your chosen area. One thing you enjoyed was hanging out everywhere you could in the base, just like you did in the Grotto.

“So, that’s the big man?” Sevika smirks as Fue plops herself on her lap. Everyone is still dressed in their mission clothes, but their wings have been put away. You chuckle and nod your head as Jinx pulls you down into the space next to her.

“Everyone, I’d like for you to meet my teacher and dearest friend, Professor Uley.” You introduce him, “The beautiful woman accompanying him is Captain Dawn, his guard.”

“How did you know?” Dawn chuckles as she sits with the professor, “Was it my spear that gave it away?”

“Something like that.” You give her a mischievous smile.

“Ooh, you have a spear?” Jinx leans forward in interest, “Will you show it to me sometime?”

“If you’d like to be on the opposing end of my spear, then yes, I’ll show you.” Dawn says in amusement.

“Yes!” Jinx cheers and gives you the widest grin. You shake your head with a fond smile while the other girls laugh.

“Hey, everyone!” Ekko chirps as he approaches, “Have I missed anything?” He takes the seat on Jinx’s other side. With an unspoken cue, you both squish Jinx between you two which makes her squeak in protest.

“No, you haven’t missed anything.” You say casually while Jinx wriggles to escape, “I just started introductions… Professor, Dawn. I’d like for you to meet the main team of the Furies. Sevika, Fue, Landon, Jinx, Zara, Torx and Auvern.” You point them out as you say their names.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. I’ve heard briefly about each of you in Hexxit’s letters. You’re quite the reliable team is what I’ve heard.” The professor smiles and glances at Dawn, “Truthfully, I was thinking of this conversation being private, but I think this should be said to all of you.”

“Are you sure, Sir?” Dawn furrows her brows.

“I’m sure, Dawn. I’ve been meaning to tell Hexxit the truth, and it will save her the trouble of repeating it for the others to hear.” The professor turns back to you and clears his throat. You shuffle your feet as the nerves set back in, knowing that he’s about to explain himself. ‘I’ve waited a while to hear what he’s been keeping a secret. I can’t believe I’m finally going to hear it.’ You feel a hand slip into yours and you exchange a glance with Sevika who gives you a reassuring smile.

“Nine years ago, I came to Piltover when I heard that they were looking for a trial professor to teach a class on combat. The University was struggling to find someone to fill the role, so I took it as the perfect chance to visit my old home… except that my last name is very well known in certain circles.” The professor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocket watch with a crest on it, “After my sister’s death, I fled Zaun and was taken in by a family in Noxus. To my surprise, that family was none other than House Pyre. The House is a part of Noxian Aristocracy and one of the oldest remaining from their tribal times… The House still holds its tribal roots but has become more advanced. My full name is Cassius Pyre or you may recognize my title as Warlord Pyre, the Depraved.” He chuckles at this and the pocket watch is passed around. You recognized the crest in it as the same one you wore earlier when you welcomed the professor.

“I’ve heard of you.” Auvern speaks up, “The assassin clan likes to stay up to date on all Noxian Warlords. Although, I’m interested in how you earned “the Depraved” as your honorary title. That implies you’re morally corrupt.” She raises an eyebrow.

“Ah, we’ll get there. That’s a story for another time!” The professor laughs joyously, “So, I took on the last name of one of our employees and snuck to Piltover. I didn’t expect much out of teaching the Pilties, but I wished to do something interesting. Turns out that something interesting had come to me instead… Imagine my surprise when I realize that someone is trying to pick my lock while I’m setting up my office.” He chuckles and you hide your face in your hand. That was one of the few mistakes in your life that made you feel embarrassed. ‘Don’t get caught. A basic rule I failed at majorly.’

“I still stand by the fact that Pilties don’t work that late!” You defend your childhood actions, “And I was right you sneaky Zaunite!” You playfully huff and cross your arms.

“You were right, kiddo, but your mistake allowed me to be in your life. I took Hexxit under my wing and trained her along with my other students. I did train her properly compared to my other students. I saw myself in her and selfishly wanted to make sure she survived this world.” He looks down at scarred hands, “My only regret was not being able to tell her the truth or meet Ekko before I had to leave.”

“But, please, all of you are free to call me Cassius. Those loyal to my niece are friends of mine… Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to Hexxit and Ekko privately.”

“We don’t mind.” Torx nudges Ekko, “It’ll give us a chance to get to know Dawn!” Dawn startles at her name being mentioned and blushes.

“Please, she needs some friends.” Cassius teases his companion who scowls at him. You get up and take them to your office, which is a much more private place to talk.

“I can’t believe you’re a Warlord.” Ekko falls into his chair with a slightly dazed look, “Like, an actual Warlord.”

“Imagine how I felt thirty-seven years ago when the Pyre’s adopted me. A child from the underground being taken in by an influential family? That was unheard of for our people.” Cassius sighs and rubs his thumb over the crest on his watch.

“Something unheard of, but one of the greatest gifts life gave you.” You smile at him. He nods and tucks his pocket watch away.

“I wanted to talk privately because what I have to say is meant for only the two of you… Are you two aware of who we call Magicborn?” Cassius leans back in his chair. You hesitate and share a glance with Ekko.

“Yes, we’re aware of Magicborn. Ekko and I kept up with our studies over the years, even though we left school for the Firelights.” You nod, “What about them?”

“We don’t know how they come about, but we know that it can be any child. From a young age, I could see colorful rings around people and living nature. Not only that, but as I got older, I could use those rings to predict what movement people would make before they did it.” Your pause and think back to your training days. ‘Now that I think about it, he was very good at catching my moves.’ You wince remembering the welts from the wooden staff.

“I thought this was normal. It wasn’t until I went to Noxus that I learned I am a Magicborn. What I was seeing is historically called auras by the tribes. My parents taught me to mask it but trained me to use it properly in combat. My father liked to fondly call my eyes the “Haloed Rings of Jade” due to the mystical swirls in them if you looked closely.”

“Wouldn’t that have given away that you have magic?” Ekko questions. You nod in agreement. ‘So I was right that those swirls in his eyes seemed off. I don’t remember seeing them before.’

“You would think, but no. What it did do was unsettle people, and my parents were thankful for it. In Noxus, magic is seen as something to be exploited, to be used. There’s even a school to train people with it. So, I’m grateful to my parents that they’re the ones who took me in. They encouraged me to use my abilities for myself and let me choose the path I desired.”

“This is… not what I expected to hear.” Shocked, you slump back in your chair. ‘From what I know, Magicborn are born with the ability to access a piece of the Arcane. Created by the Arcane… but why?’ You rub the back of your neck, “But I’m relieved to hear it after what I need to tell you.” That piques the man’s interest from the way he straightens in his seat.

“From your letters, you’ve implied that there was more to be said than the civil war.” Cassius was using his professor voice, “Seeing your aura now, something has clearly changed with you. You’re not human anymore. You have an aura I’ve never seen.” You blink before chuckling and nod your head.

“To put it simply, I died and was reborn six years ago. The Arcane gifted me with magic, but the truth is that I’m no longer human. I am the first of a whole new species.” You tap your fingers against your desk, your eyes shifting. The awed look on Cassius’ face pulls a soft giggle out of you.

“Y/n… you were brought back to life by the Arcane? Do you know how-”

“-crazy it sounds? Yes, but it’s the truth. My truth. If someone had told me years ago that a little crystal would be my death, I wouldn’t have believed them.” You snort, “There's a lot I need to tell you, but that can be done another day. I’m sure you want to get settled in after a few days of traveling.”

“I do, yes, but I have one last question.” Cassius reaches into his jacket and pulls out a messenger’s tube.

“Oh, you’re totally a Zaunite!” Ekko laughs, “We’re the only ones who add secret pockets to everything!”

“It’s always handy to have a hidden weapon.” Cassius chuckles as he opens the tube. He tips the paper into his hand and breaks the seal on it. ‘That’s an official document. What could that have to do with us? What is it about?’ You pull yourself closer to the desk, Ekko doing the same thing out of interest.

The documents are laid out on the desk and you grab a few paperweights to hold them down. The white parchment stood out against the doodles from Jinx.

“These documents are adoption papers. One for you, Y/n, and one for you, Ekko. As I said earlier, you two are like family to me and I’d like to make that official.” You recoil at his words. He hands you your document and you take it with shaky hands. ‘Adoption? Official adoption.’ Your breath catches as you examine the page. ‘It has all of my important information like my birthday, place of birth and our parents’ information. It even mentions Ekko being my biological brother.’ Adoption was nothing new. It was very common in Zaun for orphans to be taken in by others if they could afford it. But, you felt a little dizzy seeing a last name behind yours. Last names were not common in the Undercity. Everyone referred to each other by their given or chosen name. The only family you knew to have a last name were the Glascs.

“A-A last name?” You stutter out, “We would… have a last name? Why…?” Your voice dies out as you look at Cassius with wide eyes. The soft, tender melody coming from his soul only made you more confused.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say to this.” Ekko’s voice rattles in your mind, “You would adopt us? We’re just-”

“-Please, don’t finish that sentence.” Cassius sighs heavily, “I know you’re thinking that you’re just a Zaunite, that you don’t deserve it… but you’re wrong. You two have reminded me why I became a Warlord, and that’s to keep families together.”

“This isn’t a regular adoption, Cassius!” You hiss, mind whirling, “This would be giving us last names! Not to mention we’d be-!”

“-nobles.” Ekko breathes out, tears in his eyes, “We’d be a part of Noxus’ aristocracy. How do two sumpsnipes go from being orphans to… basically royalty?”

“I understand how you must be feeling. Which is why I’m giving you as much time as you need to think about it.” Cassius stands up, “If you accept, Y/n will become the Heiress of House Pyre. Ekko, you’ll become the Heir of House Pyre. This isn’t an easy decision, so please don’t think you have to accept. I will still continue to care for you if you don’t.” He bows before exiting the room. You watch him go in disbelief, the paper clutched in your hands like a lifeline.

“Sis…” Ekko whispers and you turn to him. He is shaking, clutching the paper like you, but tears are sliding down his face. You place your paper down, get up and embrace him in a tight hug when he stands. You can feel yourself trembling in his arms as you try to choke back the tears. Ekko is your only family left, and here you were being welcomed to another one.

“A last name.” You whisper to him, “We’d have a last name.”

“Yeah...” Ekko whispers back, his voice full of wonder.

After some time discussing the proposition from Cassius, Ekko said he needed to head back to the Firelights. He left the document with you and you tucked it into your locked drawer. You had asked him to send Sevika your way, and he promised he would. Your fingers tap rhythmically against the desk as you stare down the adoption paper.

‘You’ve been doing this for five minutes now. Have you even blinked?’

“I can’t wrap my head around it, Umbra. He wants to adopt us and it isn’t some… fake ploy. His soul sang true.” You rub your face in aggravation.

‘If his soul sang true, then why do you hesitate? Why not jump at the chance to have a new family?’

“I’ve lost so many family members. My parents died and Benzo got murdered. I-I don’t know if I’m ready to accept a new family.”

‘That’s a silly thought, child. You have a family. The Firelights. The Furies. They are your family. You’re simply adding to it. You can’t be afraid to have something you already have and haven’t lost.’ Umbra scolds you. You blink and sigh. She always had a way of giving advice and making you feel like a child at the same time.

A knock sounds at the door before it opens. You casually roll up the document and stick it in your drawer. Sevika walks in and closes the door behind her with a heavy sigh. She takes a moment before sitting down in front of you.

“Are you alright?” You ask softly.

“I’m fine. I’ve been having issues with my memories, that’s all. I haven’t been drowning things out like I usually do.�� Sevika shrugs and you frown. You noticed that she wasn’t drinking or smoking as much, but you thought it was from being busy.

“If you need anything, you know I’m always available. Sex is still on the table.” You joke which makes Sevika crack a smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now, why did you want me? I’m sure it wasn’t to ask about my mental health.”

“Maybe I should.” You shrug, “I called you here because there’s been a new development. While I was working in the brothel this morning, there was an attack on one of the girls - Layla.” Sevika snaps to awareness.

“What happened? Is she okay?” Sevika asks worriedly.

“Layla’s okay. She was stabbed but with Digitalis on hand, she was healed within minutes.” You shift in your chair, “She was targeted because of you. The person who attacked her is one of Renni’s informants. The Chem-Barons are out for your blood, Vika. They want you dead. They think you’re too dangerous to keep alive.” You say seriously.

“Of course.” Sevika scoffs, her annoyance ringing clear, “So, these spoiled pigs want me dead because I’m not scared of them? How mature. Did you kill the attacker?”

“No, Layla told me not to… but he won’t be able to use his arms for a while. I broke one of his shoulders and dislocated the other one before stabbing him.” You smile darkly, “I had him relay a message to Renni, saying that you’re part of my crew so she has to respect the Code. I was given a letter addressed to the both of us, so I thought you’d like to read it first.” You take out the letter and hand it to her. She tears into the envelope and you wait as she reads it. Sevika clicks her tongue and lets out an angered growl.

“She’s respecting the Code all right. She called for a Blood Feud!” Sevika snarls and slams the letter on the counter, “Not only is she planning to kill me, but my gang too!” She clenches her fist. You pick up the paper and slowly read it over. ‘To Zaun’s new “Leader”, I fully intend on following the Code. This is my right, as Chem-Baron Finn’s main associate, to call for a Blood Feud. Due to his wrongful death, Sevika must present with her people on the 3rd of May in the Pits. The rules are that only melee weapons are allowed. They will be pre-checked by Jir for any tampering.’

“I can respect that she’s following the Code, but a Blood Feud is unnecessary. A personal Body Feud would have sufficed, but she wants to get rid of all of you. Less of a chance of someone striking back.” You click your tongue in annoyance.

“I know my gang will fight with me, but…” Sevika hesitates, rubbing her jaw, “I don’t want them to. Not all of them are melee fighters. They would be more of an obstacle than an asset.”

“You really care about them, huh?” You walk over to her and place a hand on her shoulder, “Why don’t you ask them what they want to do?”

“They’ll go for it. We swore a blood pact. We’re together until death.” Sevika shakes her head, “Since I’ve been called out, they’ll take it personally, too. If it was just me, I wouldn’t give a fuck! But, not all of them are orphans like me. They have families. Hell, you know Jean’s wife is pregnant.” She puts her head in her hands. You bite your lip and look back over the paper. ‘There has to be something here. Something we can exploit. Renni doesn’t know the full rules. She wouldn’t know how to properly-’

“Sev, Sev!” You excitedly hit her shoulder, “Renni messed up! She didn’t specify that it had to be your gang! She said your people!” You grin mischievously and shove the paper in front of her face. Sevika takes it from you as you practically jump in place.

“Since I pledged to you, the Furies are my people as well.” Sevika smirks, the despair she was feeling vanished, “And we’ve got a handful of nasty melee fighters.”

“That only leaves us with two days to prepare! And we have a Warlord living with us for three weeks.” You giggle and nudge her. Sevika grins at you and tugs you into a tight hug. You yelp in surprise as you’re squeezed against her.

“I could kiss you for that.” Sevika mutters happily. You laugh and pull yourself out of the hug.

“Don’t let Ran hear you say that.” You tease her, grinning widely when the faintest of blushes appear on her cheeks.

“I take that back, I’ll punch you instead.” Sevika grumbles.

“Aaand, she’s back.” You snicker.

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