#ready to stomp on your army

[dranka]

The Betrayer ✨

#dark heir #dark rise #cs Pacat #Anharion #james st clair #the betrayer #in his cunt-serving yass slay 💅 era #all collared up and fancy #ready to stomp on your army #for his One Master #such a tease #my art #dranka art

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Harem in Reverse

"You're soon to be 26, Your Royal Highness. You must put together your harem soon or risk being married off to whomever the regent chooses for you." You sigh, nodding in agreement. Choosing a direct husband would be against the rules, and frankly, you weren't interested in interviewing for the perfect man. Choosing many for their adherence to various qualities, though. That would be a good choice. "Shall I put forth a call for certain attributes? Strong arms? Large chest? Impressive intellect?"

"No, I want to review the troops this week. I will find my consorts among the best our nation has to offer." The advisor looks stunned.

"Your Royal Highness, those are rough men. They do not have the breeding or training to handle you gently as a consort should. They are-."

"Advisor Williams, I know what attributes I am looking for. Schedule me to review the best of the troops, then. If none catch my eye, then I will consider others." The advisor nods, frustrated at not being heeded, but knowing they must follow a direct order.

The following week, you are almost nervous while getting ready, the beginning of butterflies in your stomach. If you weren't so tired, you're sure it would be worse, but the night before was yet another attempt on your life. They are becoming more frequent and more violent now.

Sighing, you hurry to the courtyard where your mount, Rosebud, is waiting. A gift that you feel had been meant to be another threat on your life. The mount was no ordinary horse or pony. Instead, it was the largest draft mule you had ever seen. If you had treated him like a horse, you're sure the thing would have stomped within minutes. He was a vain creature who had to be sweet-talked and treated with utmost respect before he would agree to do much of anything. He was covered in whip and spur scars, telling anyone that he was difficult to force submission from, despite their best efforts. Not that you thought anyone could force an animal born of a mammoth jack donkey and a Shire horse to submit physically. You loved each and every scar, the signs of his stubborn nature on display for all to see.

"Hello, sweet boy." You greet him and let him snuffle you over, waving off the over eager stable hand. "May I ride you today? I am to inspect the troops." He blows a huff of air and turns his head away. You slide your hand along his proud neck and across his withers to the saddle. Checking it over, you deem it done well enough and climb on his back. Your legs spread wide across his broad barrel. Your advisors turn away, knowing that you will refuse their most strident pleas to ride sidesaddle.

"Let us inspect the troops." With that, the company is off at a quick walk to the parade grounds. Your group of advisors and the personal guard that you only marginally trust join the General and his entourage at the front of the formation. You strongly dislike the General. He is somehow the worst mix of ass kissing and condescending.

"The army is excited to be inspected this morning, Your Royal Highness." You barely manage to cover your snort. There is no way they are happy to be here standing in the sun to be inspected on your whim. You move from company to company, looking over the men and pointing out individuals to be inspected, but seeing none you would consider as consort. Reaching the special forces, the rabid dogs as your advisors refer to them, the General is incensed to see that the leader of one is missing.

"Where is the Captain? This is not an optional inspection!"

A man steps forward, "He was injured in a skirmish this week and is still confined to the hospital, General Argus." Looking over the group, you see several still sport bandages and healing abrasions. You nudge your mount closer, his ears perked forward in a match to your curiosity. The General apologizes to you for the disrespect of the men for not appearing but is cut off.

"Your Royal Highness. Escaping the hospital took longer than predicted. For that, I sincerely apologize." You turn, seeing a man limping toward the formation at a quick pace. This must be the Captain. As he falls in, you dismount your mule, resting your hand on his broad neck. Your personal guard hurriedly surrounds you, standing much too close. Rosebud takes exception to being crowded, ears flattening against his head. He strikes out like a snake. His teeth click just shy of the nearest man, who stumbles back yelling and unsheathes a sword. Without a thought, you draw your own ceremonial dagger.

"Touch one hair on Rosebud, and I will gut you." Everyone around you freezes before slowly backing away. "I will not be crowded by your incompetent forms when I am here to inspect the troops." They retreat from your anger, not wanting to risk you calling for their death. Rosebud drops his head, relaxing, and you absentmindedly rub his long ear the way he loves. His lip twitches and his eyes half close for a moment before he pulls away. You step forward, and Rosebud matches your pace, keeping his shoulder just behind yours. It took months to build up a relationship with him, and now he is putty in your hands most days.

An advisor tries to signal you to stay back, but you ignore them, your eyes on the men, looking for the best of them. You memorize the name of the Captain and another likely candidate, signaling Advisor Williams to your side. He groans but carefully walks to you, eyes locked on the increased alertness of Rosebud.

"I will have an audience with this Captain Price and Colonel König. As soon as the men are dismissed. In private." You walk forward and give a cursory inspection to the man who had spoken on the Captain's behalf. His uniform is impeccable, you are happy to see. You don't want them punished on your behalf. The smirk on his face beneath his mask sends a thrill through you. Another man who is not cowed by your station. That is important in advisors. Lieutenant Riley, his uniform says. You nod and mount Rosebud again, rejoining the pack of advisors to inspect the remaining troops. No others catch your eye.

Walking into your State room, you signal for everyone except the two soldiers to leave. While unusual, they are compelled to do so by your haughty glares and Advisor Williams guiding them away, barring the doors behind him and standing guard. Sitting in your throne, you drag your eyes over the men. Colonel König is wearing his customary face covering, and Captain Price has the cover he is well-known for in his hands.

"I have a proposal for you both that I want you to carefully consider. This proposal will not be spoken of again if you decline and it will not leave this room." The men perk up, and you see heat in their eyes as they consider one of the possibilities of your words. "I need advisors who are not advisors." That throws them off, and you see the Colonel shift uneasily. "These advisors would be the closest of any man or woman to me. They would teach and protect me with their very lives. My life is under threat and has been since the King and Queen died, my uncle taking over as Regent. I need advisors who will help me oust him and take my rightful place on the throne without contest and without raising his suspicions. Thus, I need men who will join my harem." You pause, savoring the way their faces change as they process this.

"Your Royal Highness, are you asking us to find you men to join your harem? That is most unusual, but we will do our best." You shake your head at Captain Price.

"Yes, but not in the way you are thinking. I am asking the two of you to join my harem and to advise me on the best men to round out such a harem. To be advisors and leaders in removing the despot from his fake throne. To be my lovers, spoiled in every way and to guard me from all attempts on my life. I want you both, and I trust you to choose others and to bring them to me for approval. If you decline this position, we shall never speak on it again."

"Yes, I would be honored to be chosen for your harem, Your Royal Highness." Colonel König does not hesitate to agree. He feels he has loved you from afar for years, and this is an opportunity he will not squander.

"I would be as well, Your Royal Highness." Captain Price is confident that declining now would be a mistake, and he is not a man prone to mistakes. "I have a few men in mind that would be good additions. They are a bit of a package deal." You nod, expecting as much.

"Their names?"

"John MacTavish, Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick, Your Royal Highness."

"I have two in mind that would be good choices as well. Hiro Watanabe and Kim Hong-jin. They are foreign, but good, loyal and strong men, Your Royal Highness."

The smile you bestow them with is almost a surprise to the men. "Then, I wish for you to gather your men and their belongings. You will join me tonight, my consorts."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." The men bow and leave, stunned at the way this meeting has gone. You order Advisor Williams to prepare the harem quarters and pack your own belongings secretly. It would be folly to live apart from the men who will be your new private guard and you would be lying if you weren't excited to see under those perfectly done uniforms.

#konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #cod smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #captain john price #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #hiro watanabe #kim hong jin #simon riley x reader

[ramp-it-up]

That Face

Summary: You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to that face.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: You can read this as a companion piece to Red Wings.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. More angst on the part of the reader. Sweet Bucky fluff. Jealousy, excessive drinking, intoxication, drunken confessions, face riding, fingering, extreme oral sex (f receiving) anal play, praise kink, allusion to anal sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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Bucky was holding you close to him, and it should have been romantic, but it wasn’t.

You were shit faced, and practically falling down with every step.

“Careful Doll, I’m gonna have to carry you home.”

After just six months of dating, you’d moved in with him, your relationship barreling along with breakneck speed, but who wouldn’t fall in love with Bucky?

Who wasn’t still in love with Bucky?

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, half a block from your brownstone.

“That sounds hot, Bucky, but I’m pissed…”

“Yeah, I know…”

“No, I’m mad.”

You stomped your foot and wobbled, until Bucky’s hands steadied you again. Bucky bent down and looked you in the eyes.

“You good, Doll?”

His sky blue eyes looked sincere, but jealousy and alcohol wouldn’t let you accept that.

“No! This was supposed to be our night to fuck and have a romantic dinner. You’ve been gone for three weeks. Three weeks, James!”

Bucky looked contrite, but then again there were four of him weaving in front of you right now, so you couldn’t be sure.

“Sorry, Baby. Didn’t know the guys would be in town. It’s my crew.”

“I can take your army buddies, but her. She’s a bitch!”

“Wow. Whoa whoa whoa. You know I don’t like anyone calling women bitches. Even you.”

Bucky straightened up and the stern look he gave you sent a thrill through you, but you weren’t done.

“She still wants you, Bucky. Sharon is a slut. And you always say you love when I’m a slut for your cock.”

Bucky looked around as you started crying and people walking by avoided the scene.

“I don’t want Sharon, Doll. I want you.”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement at your jealousy. Even his voice was smiling. It made you madder and you stumbled as you advanced on him, bucking up to the man who was a foot taller than you.

“Look at that fucking face.”

You reached up and took his chin between your fingers.

“No one gets to ride this dimple but me!”

This time Bucky didn’t care about who heard, you’d peaked his interest. His eyebrow shot up.

Even though drunk, you read his expression.

“Yep!”

You nodded and it threw you off balance, but luckily Bucky was there.

“Betcha didn’t know that I touch myself to the memories of the feeling of that chin between my legs. Did it the entire time you were gone. That cock is something else Bucky, but that face. I just want to ride it into the sunset….”

This was new information to Bucky. You seemed to love when he ate you out, but you were always hesitant to ride his face. He licked his lips as he thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of his face.

Then he grinned.

You read him again.

“Oh no! No no no. You think you got me. But you said you were mine…”

Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I am yours, Doll.”

“So she can’t ride your face?”

Bucky slowly shook his head.

“No, only you.”

You sighed and sagged into his arm.

“Good, because I-“

And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

You woke up the next morning, head pounding. You looked around, grateful to be in your bed. And grateful for your boyfriend, who’d left a bottle of water and some aspirin on the bedside table.

You could hear Bucky puttering around in the kitchen but you weren’t quite ready to eat.

You eagerly took the pills and drank the bottle down. Then, you turned on the shower as you brushed your teeth.

You reflected on the gathering at The Howling Commando, the neighborhood bar so familiar to you as you met Bucky’s friends. Which included Sharon Carter.

Bucky’s ex.

“Bucky’s just being nice, y’know?”

Steve tried to reassure you as she and Bucky caught up in the corner. You nodded back at Steve, but when Bucky smiled at Sharon was when you ordered your first shot of Jameson’s.

You showered as you tried to remember the rest of the night. But all you could remember was Bucky’s sweet face. You wrapped up in a towel and sat on the bed as you thought of how sweet Bucky was. He was so cute. That face.

That face.

“Shit!”

Your head fell into your hands as you remembered what happened the night before.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

You looked up and your heart dropped.

Bucky was clad in only sleep pants and you could tell that there was nothing underneath.

You licked your lips, not bothering to hide your stare. Bucky came and sat down on the bed.

“See something you like, Doll?”

“Morning.”

“G’morning Sunshine..”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, chaste, despite the look in his eye. Your eyes fell to his lips. And lower.

Bucky licked his lips and rubbed his chin.

“You didn’t answer my question, Doll.”

Bucky’s mouth was an inch from yours. He reached for your towel and hooked his finger at the makeshift knot, causing his fingernail to brush your nipple.

“Don’t tease me Bucky…”

“I should say the same to you, Doll. You told me all the things you wanted to do to my face and then passed out.”

“James! I was drunk!”

“They say we are the most honest when we’re drunk.”

Bucky kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

“D’you believe that I don’t care about Sharon?”

You liked into his true blue eyes and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“I believe you. I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Doll.”

You reached up and caressed his lips and chin.

“Gotta admit. This face is pretty irresistible.”

Bucky grinned and you leaned in for a kiss and climbed on his lap, grinding as he took your towel off.

“Been so long, Bucky.”

Bucky’s hands caressed you as he leaned back and let you have your way.

You made your way down his body, reacquainting yourself with his form with your lips, tongue, and fingers. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pajama pants, lightly scratching his thighs on the way down.

“God I missed you so much, Doll. Spent all last night just waiting until we could get home. Wanted to lose myself in you.”

You had Bucky in your hand, sitting on his legs as you stroked his half-hard cock to full life.

“M’sorry Babe. How can I make it up to you?”

You looked up at him, ready to suck his soul out.

“Come up here and ride this irresistible face.”

You gasped as Bucky pulled you up his body until you were kneeling over him.

“There she is.”

Bucky’s fingers helped to separate your lips as he breathed hot breath into your cunt.

“So fucking wet for me.”

And then he went to work on licking into your tangy goodness.

“So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy.”

Bucky sat you down and suckled your clit, pulling on it like it was gum, stretching it and your soul out for the world (inside your bedroom) to see. He was kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples, serving to make you wetter and him messier.

But it was only just beginning as you started gyrating on his chin.

Bucky smacked your ass and pushed you over on your hands and knees again.

“That’s a girl. Bounce on my tongue.”

You did as you were told, feeling Bucky’s chin in your vagina each time you bounced on his tongue.

“Smear that shit all over my fuckin face Doll. You know you want to.”

Bucky took your ass in his hands and then started moving you back and forth on his face. You were overwhelmed with numerous sensations as his lips, tongue and chin, covered with short facial hair, destroyed your soul.

“Now sit up and fuck this face, Doll. Please. ”

You peered down at his bright blue eyes as his fingertips grazed your stomach. You obeyed him as you pulled his hair and took your throne, his thick, wide tongue spearing into you as you fucked his face.

His chin was now grazing your puckered hole, and you moaned as the scruffy dimpled part of him made you tremble.

“J-James…”

Bucky spread your cheeks and moved his tongue so that it could invade your inmost parts. He licked you from ass to clit and your legs started trembling.

You leaned back over and bounced in his tongue again, holding your breasts with one hand as you braced against the wall with the other.

Bucky’s hand snaked around to flick your clit as you gasped and fully sat on his face as his tongue speared into you, twisting and curling, not as all consuming as his cock, but reaching that special spot inside you nonetheless.

You gasped and sat back, hand on his sternum as you rolled your hips into his face.

“Oh. Ohhhh, oh Jamesssss.”

You whimpered, and your crying-like noises as you moved told him how it felt.

“So… fuck it feels so good…

You were grabbing his hair as he craned his neck upward to look at you.

Bucky growled into your cunt then lifted you upright again, his thumb slipping into your ass. This caused a gush of your fluids into his mouth and he started moaning.

“Mmmmmm. Mmhmmmm!”

“Oahhhh oh ahhh.”

Bucky was still breaching your ass as his tongue sped up impossibly and his lips suckled your clit intermittently.

“More… please!”

You were seeing stars as you reached back and pushed Bucky’s thumb in to the hilt.

Bucky moaned as you started bouncing again. His hand was fucking your ass as you rode his face.

“Please please please…”

“Hmmph… yesssss.”

Bucky spoke into your cunt as you started to reach your crescendo. He could taste your orgasm coming before it happened. Everything sped up.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Ummmmmm!”

Bucky was in heaven as you continued to gush into his mouth.

You came with a scream as Bucky lapped you all up.

“Unnnnh!”

Bucky pulsed precum on his stomach as you came on his face.

“Unh ahhhh.

“So pretty, Doll. Stay right here.”

Bucky kissed your lips as you quivered in front of him.

“Want this ass. Gonna give it to me?”

“Bucky…”

“She’s ready for me now.”

Bucky’s finger found that hole again.

“Gonna make you feel real good.”

You whimpered as Bucky spit on his fingers and manipulated two of them inside you.

He gave your clit a peck with his lips and you jumped.

“Nice and loose for me.”

You looked down on him adoringly and carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned.

“Please Doll. But only if you want that too. I need you. You’re my best girl. My good girl.”

You looked back, his cock jumping on his abs, sticky with his pre cum. You shuddered at his praise and at the thought of him inside that hole. But as Bucky probed and kissed you further, you knew you wanted it.

You didn’t need to look back down to know that Bucky was buried in your cunt again, bringing you to another peak. Instead, your head lolled back on your shoulders as you rode Bucky’s mouth again.

“Anything! Anything you want, Bucky…I want it too! Ah…”

You just couldn’t resist that face.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #sharon carter #steve rogers #Bucky Barnes au

[tadpolesonalgae]

On The Wrong Side of History: The Queen of Hybern

Azriel x Hybernian!Reader

synopsis: Reader is one of Hybern’s generals, fighting for her freedom after Prythian turned her back. Born with no magic, she was forced to cultivate a different kind of power, one that could prove deadly to the inhabitants of magic-blooded fae of Prythian. But when she’s captured and thrown into the scarred hands of the Spy-master, which side of history will prevail? Will Hybern’s story be told, or will it be covered up and concealed before the suffering of her people ever makes it to the light.

warnings: miscarriage at the end, war, general suffering and grimness, slight torture(?)

a/n: I had this idea yesterday and wanted to write something so fair warning it’s a little rushed! It also lightly brushes over miscarriage which might be a delicate subject for some so please take care of yourselves 🧡💛

word count: 3,810

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The war is coming, and not a single inhabitant of Hybern will stand by and let the chance for freedom pass. It’s been five-hundred years since you were confined to that island, cut-off from the mainland and left to rot and starve. Now is the time to reclaim the ground you were deprived of. War is coming, and she is starving for revenge. Starving like your people have for centuries, and nothing will stand between you and fighting for your right to life. Not even the baby you know is growing inside of you.

The air is fresh and damp, and you take the time to inhale its freshness before hot blood is spilled, turning the ground to a mushy, fleshy soup. The day is overcast, heavy grey clouds that look like the mould on bread swelling in the sky, ready to start leaking, dripping down into the open fields. Grass stomped into a muddy mush as feet frantically fight for ground, desperate to keep steady before they’re trodden down into the dirt, trampled and crushed beneath the weight of an army.

If you fall, you cannot rise. Not with a writhing mass of violence crowding the land, oozing bloodlust so thick it won’t matter which army you fight for. A body shouldn’t rise from the mud, any attempts to would be met with steel slicing down in a frantic jolt.

You turn from the entrance of your tent, making for the bed, moving slowly, peacefully, to the protective coatings you’ll be wearing in a couple of hours. The leather that will stick and slide over your skin, wet with blood and sweat, hopefully some rain, too. Heat gathers quickly in the midst of battle, and between the stink of gore and the sweltering sweat that greases any soldier’s grip, rain and wind are much appreciated for their gentle touches.

Your nose twitches as a breeze passes through the camp, quiet in the early hours of misty, grey dawn. Even beneath the cover of your tent, the smell of the battlefield can reach you—damp and bloody, contaminating the fresh air you’d been treating yourself to.

Something shifts inside of you, and you glance down at yourself, hesitantly raising your palm to your lower stomach. You only found out about your condition mere weeks ago, but even had you only found out this morning, you would still be here, preparing for your freedom.

The baby won’t survive, anyway. Not with what your body has turned into.

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“You’re ready for today?”

A wry smile curves your lips, settling deeper into the chair that’s been set to one side of his room, the large bed in the centre already made despite him having risen as recently as yourself. Neither of you have ever particularly been ones for sleeping in, having so much to do at all times of day. “I’ve been ready for the past five hundred years,” you answer, leaning your chin on the heel of your palm.

The King of Hybern reflects your smile—the slightest twist of his lips. “Perhaps I made a mistake sending Amarantha to seize control of Prythian,” he muses, slipping the shirt over his head, pulling his dark, shoulder-length hair free of the collar once it’s on, making to tighten the laces that can be used to close the V of the hem. A note of dissatisfaction slides beneath your skin as his amulet is obscured—a hollow iron circle, his crest welded from the dark metal inset to its centre.

“Perhaps,” you agree lightly, watching as his fingers tighten the ties of his trousers, noting the distinct lack of armour—he’ll be watching over the Cauldron today. “Though in that case she might still be alive,” you murmur quietly, a little smile dancing in your eyes.

“You disgrace her,” he chuckles lowly, pulling the thick coat from his bed, leather on its exterior to keep out the bite of wind or the lick of rain, while lined with a warm fleece. “You trained beside her for a good portion of your life, at least honour her memory.” The King of Hybern shucks on the coat, the hem of leather coming down past his knees, and he adjusts the cuffs before making for the large, wooden chest at the foot of his bed.

“There was little to honour,” you counter, straightening in the chair as you watch him decide on which daggers to hide beneath the coat. “She was brash and brazen at the best of times, too quick to grow comfortable on her throne. And I never liked her bedside manner. She was always too grabby and rough for my liking.”

“She was ambitious,” he counters, strapping a small blade to the interior of the coat, hidden away in a pocket on his left side. He pauses, briefly considering something, then glancing over you, how you’re lazily sprawled across his chair, “though her nails could have been a bit shorter. They were an unpleasant surprise, at times.”

Your lips curve at one corner, sharing a look with him, before he returns to selecting his daggers, settling on one with a jagged, serrated edge, a wicked hook to its tip.

It’s then he turns, blades concealed beneath his coat and he silently walks to you, charcoal eyes glittering as you sit straighter. “How long have you been serving me now?” He asks, pausing at your side, so you have to incline your chin to look at him, baring your throat. “Five centuries? Six?”

“Six and a half,” you reply, “if you’re counting foot soldier duties as serving.”

He smiles a strange smile, glittering teeth showing briefly beneath familiar lips. “Loyalties are rewarded,” he says cryptically, his palm settling beneath your jaw, inclining your chin—it would be easy for him to snap your neck with the slightest snap of his hands. “Have you thought about what you want?”

“It seems greedy to ask for something before I’ve even succeeded at winning this war,” you reply.

“Consider it a show of assurance,” he remarks, “I have no doubt you’ll prove instrumental to Prythian’s ruin. Now, what would you like, upon your victory?”

Your eyes gleam with hunger, and you wonder if it’s at all possible he might not already know what you desire, more than anything. And looking at the way those charcoal eyes of his are gleaming, as if goading you on, urging the words to spill like honey from your velvety tongue—you feel it’s impossible. He knows what your request will be. And he’s practically dragging the desire from your throat, with the grip he has on it.

“Make me your queen.”

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Darkness pounds at your mind, eyes aching as if the blood vessels are bursting, hot pressure building, ready to splash out through your pupils. The air is cool…cold, skin hypersensitive to the slightest shift in temperature, telling you there’s a layer of sweat over your exterior, alerting you to each swish of air.

Your thigh stings, the laceration taking its time to heal, longer than others of your kind would. The small cuts you’d been given the day before—a few inches long—have scabbed over, no longer in danger of leaking blood, but there’s going to be a definite pucker around each cut. A shiver traces up your spine, an involuntary shudder passing through your lungs as coldness sweeps across your skin, like a winter’s breeze.

Slowly, keeping your breathing as even as possible, you crack an eye open, only to be met with darkness. Hesitantly, the other slides open, and you peek at your surroundings but the dark seems impenetrable, thick and absolutely solid. Your nostrils flare, and the faint smell of ammonia and iron waft up along with the sharp tang you associate with stomach acid, the air itself thick and damp, slightly humid. Fertile and rife, perfect for things to start growing.

Casting your gaze downward, you can spot the stitching that’s covering the split in your right thigh, jaggedly stitched up, and from the looks of it you’re quite glad you weren’t conscious for it. You also notice the grime that’s already begun settling on you, dirt and mud and gore still layering your skin, save for the small perimeter that’s been cleaned around your thigh. The thought of how you must smell is a grim one.

“You’re awake,” a voice observes from the darkness, making your ears twitch.

You keep your mouth tightly sealed, waiting to hear what the observer has to say. Let them speak their part first, before you start making your own moves. Already you can tell this one is different from the previous ones—yesterday’s one had a lighter voice, squeaky and dragging. This one sounds like the first roll of thunder before a storm breaks.

“You’ll forgive me for the haphazard stitching. Healers are needed elsewhere.”

So this one’s to blame for the child’s-quilt on your thigh. It’s more than likely it was done intentionally carelessly, rather than simply poorly—poor stitching could lead to further infection, while careless stitching just might leave a trace of a scar. On a regularly healing body, at least.

Straightening in your chair, you try to pick out where the voice is coming from, but the darkness is so thick, and your eyes have barely had a chance to adjust, and with the faelight bobbing above your head there’s little chance they will anytime soon. Keeping them shut would be the quickest way, but it would be leaving yourself open. More open than you already are, that is, with your arms bound at your back. They haven’t bothered to shackle you to the chair itself today, the ties from yesterday are gone, and you can feel the weight of the stone around your wrists: Gorsian shackles—utterly useless on you.

“What do you want today?” You ask into the darkness, stretching your fingers to keep them awake and ready. It’s already been at least three days, and you suspect whoever has come to visit today isn’t just any old torturer. You can tell from the silence they keep, how undetectable they are despite your honed senses, sharper than most’s. They had to be, for you to survive.

“The same thing anyone might want from a prisoner of war,” the voice replies, ghosting through the room, bouncing about in the darkness so it’s impossible to tell its root. “And what is that?” You ask, following the script, familiar with the direction of the conversation—unaccustomed, however, to be on this side of it. “Information,” the voice replies, and there’s less than a second of detectable presence before your hair is wrapped around a fist and dragged back, your throat exposed as you’re positioned over the back of the chair, making it impossible to swallow. The faelight glares down at you, beaming into your adjusted eyes, and you’re forced to squint as your vision blurs from the sting of the light and the grip on your scalp. Cool steel settles just below your jaw, the tip of a blade spiking into the soft flesh just beneath the hollow of your mouth.

Your teeth grit together, hissing sharply at the roughness of the touch, thigh aching from the tension that shot through your body. A laugh forces its way from your chest, ragged and strained as you peer up into the faelight, pupils tightening to slits in the face of the brightness, “give me something in return. I can’t very well go back empty handed, can I?”

Your captor roughly tugs on your hair, your lip twitching a little from the pain but otherwise unruffled. “You might go back with no hands at all, unless you’re careful.”

“Threats already? You haven’t even told me what you’re after,” you bite out, voice heavy and grim.

A beat passes between you, then the steel is flipped away between deft fingers, removed from your throat in favour of pressing to your sternum—a warning before the cuts begin, gradually skinning you alive until they get what they want. Fury simmers quietly inside of you, but you keep it tucked away. That’ll only come in useful once the pain starts setting in. A fuel to fall back on when food would become a problem. But it’s high time you return to your king. You’ve spent long enough here, all because of a stupid, foolish…

“Would you like to hear something interesting, then? In the name of compromise?” The voice asks, low and rasping, and you sit silently, waiting for what they have to say.

“The one who visited you yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that…each one refused to come back the next day. Insisted there was something wrong with you.” The hand tightens on your hair then releases, the presence vanishing like a flame snuffed out, leaving your skin tingling with awareness. “Once is by chance, twice is a coincidence, but three…three’s a pattern.”

Something hisses past your ear, and you jerk in your seat, not foolish enough to stand. You glare into the darkness, peering deep from beneath your lowered brows, lips turned down in the corners as you try to pick out even the faintest shadow, but they all blend together so seamlessly, like one giant, blank wall. Not a single shape to be found.

Something whispers to your left, then cracks to your right, your pulse beginning to pick up involuntarily form the confusing stimulus, attention split between both directions.

A figure steps into the grey shift in light, silent and menacing as it prowls forward, one military-grade boot in front of the other, and you take in the towering silhouette, the great wings looming in deeper shadow. Your eyes follow the light as it glides up his frame, revealing long legs clad in Illyrian leathers, scarred hands within easy reach of visible weapons, a lean waist and broad chest, the Night Court insignia clear over his heart. Cold, cutting hazel eyes, with a glint you recognise. After having spent so many centuries gazing into eyes like that, it would be strange to not be able to place the intense glint of honed reproach, the look that desires utter eradication of the thing that’s causing suffering.

Calm and deadly, he is your exterminator.

“We’ll start with an easy question,” he says, gaze unfaltering as he meets your own.

“What is it that makes all kinds of magic recoil from you, General?”

A slow smile breaks across your lips, delicately curving in a mocking grin. You should have known this would be his question, that they would have figured something was wrong with you by now—the slowed healing, the way their magic leans back from you, as if trying to scuttle away.

“And you?” You ask, a gleam in your eye. “What’s your title?”

His mask doesn’t shift, not even the slightest hint of emotion in his dark eyes. Just silence. Patient, grating, silence.

“Not even the name of my captor?” You push, smile slipping away, settling back into a wall of ice to match his own—you can play that game, too. “Or are you nobody? You don’t seem like you’re nobody, though.” You angle your chin, shifting in the chair slightly, re-flexing your fingers, testing the gorsian shackles. “You’re clearly important, if you were sent in to investigate after three turned away, and considering the insignia you’re wearing, with those wings…master torturer of the Night Court?”

He inclines his head, “Spymaster. Shadowsinger.”

“And how do your shadows like me, Spymaster?” You murmur, able to guess the answer.

His dark eyes narrow on you almost imperceptibly, then his right hand is wrapping around the hilt of one of his blades, inset with strange markings, as dark as obsidian. The hairs on the nape of your neck rise as he thumbs the blade free, a sharp glint in his eye being the last thing you see of him before he steps away into shadow, falling seamlessly back into the darkness.

“How long had you planned to let this war go on for?” He rasps from the darkness, the question bounding in and out, coming from different sides that make it impossible to track his position. All while he’s free to observe from the shadow. “You ask that like we have control over the nature of war,” you reply neutrally, keeping your gaze sharp, but all it looks the same. If you could find a way to put the faelight out, or to lure him to stand before you… Getting some information first would be preferable, though.

“But maybe we had an idea.”

The sound of steel slicing through air comes from your right, and you instinctively follow the familiar hiss of a blade, body tensing, as if expecting it to come flying out from the darkness.

“You’d have to be confident in a victory to have a timeframe in mind.” His rasp echoes throughout the room you’re kept in, whispering in varying volumes as it’s bounced off shadow. “We’ve had a long time to prepare,” you reply vaguely, features remaining blank, despite being unable to so much as feel the weight of his attention. If it wasn’t for the fact you’d seen him, and were having a conversation, you wound’t believe he was in here with you. You hate to admit it, but it’s impressive.

“And I suppose you believed you’d win?” He questions.

“I know we’ll win. Whether I’m in here or not.”

The steel tip of a blade grazes the top of your back, slowly tracing the length of your shoulders, occasionally pressing deep enough to disrupt the skin, but mostly remaining as a taunting reminder—he could choose to cut you at any moment, as deeply or as slowly as he pleases. “What made you believe that? Numbers? Experience? Speeches?”

“We have the cauldron,” you reply, keeping apprehension clear from your voice, the tip of the blade pressing a little too deeply into the back of your left shoulder. “What was it like, by the way? Seeing your soldiers wiped from existence in the blink of an eye?” The blade bites into your skin, probably pushed in to about an inch of flesh, and you grit your teeth as he twists the steel, opening the wound up. “I’m fairly certain we targeted your aerial armies on the first day,” you grit out, remembering the wings at his back. “I’m guessing you knew some of that scum?”

The blade retracts calmly, but he makes no further incisions, walking back around to stand in front of you. He’s strangely under control, considering how badly the war will be going for his side.

“Why are you so repulsive to fae magic?” He repeats. Unruffled by the comment. Good. “Why don’t you come closer and figure it out yourself?” You reply, noting the living shadows that are gliding down from his shoulders. “See if your shadows can answer that question.”

He regards you silently, then slides the blade back into its home at his hip, walking forward until he crowds your space, scarred fingers biting brutally into your cheeks, squeezing as he leans down. “I don’t think I need an answer. Not anymore.” You keep your mouth shut, confused by what he’s saying. “You see, despite your certainty, you were proved wrong. Two days ago. I would like to know what it is about you that makes magic react the way it does, but at the end of the day, it’s ultimately of no importance.”

You glare up at him, muscles tense from the grip he has on your cheeks, squeezing your jaw.

“You lost the war,” he says, quietly. “Your king was decapitated by one of the humans he used as a test subject. Felled by his own creation.”

There’s no falsity in his gaze, just ugly, unforgiving, truth.

And he’s in reach.

You twist your wrists in a snappy movement, harsh enough the already weakened gorsian stone crumbles away, allowing you to launch from the chair, hand seamlessly wrapping around the hilt of his blade, sliding it free with the familiar sing of steel.

He’s caught off guard—it’s impossible to break out of those shackles—his moments of surprise allowing you to use his weight against him, pushing into the frame of muscle in the places you’re familiar with, tripping him up. His wings thrash as they’re caught beneath him, shadows vanishing at your proximity, shoved away to some godsforsaken pocket as you aim the blade for his throat, his own scarred hands wrapping around your wrists to loosen your hold. But fae are made of magic, their very strength dependant on it. Encountering a creature that nullifies any and all types…his muscles tremble beneath you, shaking with the force of keeping you from plunging the blade into his throat.

“I’ll kill you, and your High Lord,” you hiss, leveraging your own weight, so the blade sinks down toward the bare, unprotected part of flesh. “I’ll end every single one of you, and I’ll save that abomination for last,” you snarl, in regard to the human who he’d told you decapitated your king.

His strength is draining swiftly, and he knows you can sense it, can feel the tremble in his muscles, and the steel inches closer, spurred on by his weakness.

The Spymaster grits his teeth as he shifts suddenly beneath you, allowing you to gain precious inches so the steel scratches the swell in his male throat, but in turn allowing him to raise his leg from the ground, stomping his boot into your stomach, sending you flying back, crashing into the chair you’d been sat on, the faelight flickering above.

Your lips part, eyes going wide as nausea rises up swiftly, having only seconds before you’re vomiting onto the floor, heaving up chewed food and saliva, a dizzying feeling sweeping through your entire body.

You’re flipped over not even a second after you get the first clear breath down, the Spymaster over you, dark eyes cold as ice as the steel of that blade glints in the unnaturally pale faelight. The blade hisses down, aimed to slice up beneath your ribs, cutting into your heart, but his eyes have dropped to the hand you have over your abdomen. Nostrils flaring at the slight tang of blood.

His features slack. “You’re—”

You take the chance, knocking the blade from his hand, reaching to wrap your hands around his throat, but something impacts with your temple, a second figure coming from the darkness that you hadn’t noticed, and you feel as the hit registers.

A fresh wave of dizziness slams into you, the world tilting dramatically before you’re slumping, heading for the floor before hands catch you. Making sure you don’t land on your front.

The world goes silent.

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[broooooo]

Dronehood

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In today's world , the world has been slowly taken over by drones, whether it was by force, choice or persuasion, men are being converted, covered in a shiny black latex, a second skin, a well built muscled body, constantly aroused and hard. The mind does seem to remain keeping the hosts personality, but there's a big focus of obeying the master and the pleasure of dronehood

At first the world was scared, but as the drone army expanded, it slowly became normal, as if it's a rite of passage for teenage, adult men. It's even become a kind of entertainment to watch a conversion happen, could inspire others , or worn them.

Then there's me

I am Aaron, 21, regular build, living in an apartment, IV never been opposed to the drone movement. It's interesting to watch.

Deep down I wouldn't mind becoming a drone myself, it genuinely sounds fun.

Iv watched my childhood friend, Jason, become one before my eyes, he had wanted it for a while, and decided to get a slow conversion, he wanted to experience all the feelings grow and build.

The conversion itself is simple, intercourse with a drone, you may or may not include leather articles of clothing such as gloves or boots for extra pleasure. When it's done, the new drone is given a serial number name, but can keep their human name for interactions with others, plus they can take off their head mask for easy identification.

I myself don't leave my room a lot, i just watch from my TV or the window, hearing it through my walls too at times. Jason's my roommate, but he's never home, he's busy converting others or just hanging out with other drones.

Somewhat makes me jealous, before his conversion , we were the same, locked in your rooms not doing much, it honestly is a better life for him, and I'm happy,

It's possible to request a drone conversion, many have done it, Idk why I haven't done it yet, I guess I want to keep my peace for a little while, but ik at some point it will get too much to bear and then I will know I'm ready.

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It was a normal day for me, watching my conversions , and contemplating life. When suddenly I hear the front door open, I rush out to see him, Jason standing in the door way, his heavy leather boots stomping on the floor as he closes the door. He looks at me, I haven't seen his have a week's.

JASON!?* ITS been so long, how.. have you been?*

He smiles and embraces me in a hug

*Iv been well, I missed you*

My face goes flush red, as I hug him back.

His latex skin is soft and shiny , the feel of hard muscles, it makes my heart race.

We pull away and I ask*

What are you doing here Jason?* Don't you have missions ?*

Jason laughs and says * well I do live here, plus even drones need rest.*

I answer back"

Well that makes sense , yeah*

Jason goes sit on the couch to watch TV.

*mind getting me a sparkling lemon water Aaron?.

Oh? Ok sure , I'll make us both one *

I go the kitchen, fill two cups with soda and prepare to cut lemons, during all this my mind races with thoughts, the sudden appearance of Jason and the feeling of his skin, it felt great. I feel hot, almost dreaming of it

As I'm cutting lemons the knife slips and cuts my hand, breaking me out of my dream like state

GAH*

Jason turns and runs up to me concerned

Are you ok?*

I'm fine just cut my self.

I go to clean up the blood and find a bandage, but problem, we where out of bandages

*darn we're out of bandaids.

Well I have a suggestion*

I turn around to see Jason's bear hand outstretched holding a latex glove.

You took it off? Isn't that yours?

Don't worry, I get a new one, my body can create it naturally.

I look at the glove as I hold it, it's soft,

The glove has a healing effect to it, it protects us drones from major injuries.

Huh, convenient , as I smile* thanks

I put the glove over my disinfected hand, I move my fingers about feeling it, it was soft, silky and comfortable.

So this is how it feels?* I say

Yeah, it's quite the sensation isn't it?,

Very much so, no wonder many ppl become drones.

Jason helps me finish the drinks and we go sit on the couch together.

Have you thought about dronehood much Aaron?

I turn to him and choke a little ,

Have I thought about it? It's ALL I can think about xd* I say with laughter, I observe it happen from my room, since your never hear.

And before you ask, no, I don't think I'm ready yet.

Jason looks into this drink and back up to me, he leans a hand over to touch my shoulder,

He smiles and says, * when you're ready then, no force, I want you to enjoy it as much as possible.

I peek up, *I KNEW IT, you planned this, laughing.

You were always a trickster you, we both laugh

Well Aaron , I. Do hope you enjoy that glove, it will help you decide, I'm sure of it.

I turn to look out the window and smiles

*thanks, i-, will definitely have an answer soon I'm sure.

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Afterwards we hang out the rest of day, it was a fun reunion, full of talk and catching up untill sun down

We both go to bed , crashing instantly as I'd been so tired after today.

The next day Jason and I bid farewell as he leaves for a mission.

I'm left alone and go to my room , sitting on my bedroom couch

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Hm, planed or not, I'm happy I have this glove. I turn on the TV to watch some more conversions

I feel hot and steamy imagining it, before I know it I'm rubbing my bulge with the gloved hand , my dick getting erect from what pleasure I can muster,

And idea popped into my head, I head over to Jason's room, and my mind was validated when I saw them, an extra pair of leather boots,

*planned this too Jason? Well idc, thanks*

We happen to be the same size, even so is force my feet into them, the boots go up to my kne, tall and shiny, sliding my feet in, my heart and mind are racing , my dick is rock hard , the sensations are over powering, I lace them up tight, whist I remove my clothing.

I stand up to look to the mirror, naked with only a latex glove and leather boots on, the weight of the boots and the tightness, protecting me, I go to my bed,I start to edge off slowly, aroused to high heavens and enjoying it all. Whilst the sounds of conversions from the TV hum in the background.

I never realized it but the dream like state I was in of edging and leaking lasted 3 days, I was covered in pre, drooling and gooing out, the latex glove and boots has started to spread up my legs and arm, then came Jason, he stood in my bedroom doorway, smiling, he comes over and jumps on top of me, squeezing my nipples hard

I moan hard and leak over me

*ready Aaron?*

Laughing through the intense pleasure ,

*hehe yeah. Convert me friend* I'm ready*

Jason's glowing purple eyes look into mine,

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Jason's hard latex dick at the ready, and with a passionate kiss it commences, what felt like a. Eternity, lasted a week of slow intense sex and conversion. As I expected it all

By the end of it, we and the bed were wet in pre, drool and juices, through the days, the latex nanites from Jason's dick slowly transformed my body, spreading the latex all over whist giving my muscle to fit, the climax of the conversion was then.

Jason fucking my tight ass, we both prepared for it , cum

It was a screech of intense pleasure, black nantite filled cum sprayed in ropes out our dicks, lasting 69 minutes of constant cumming, fucking and kissing, and the cum pool around us and soak back up into our bodies, , strengthening the conversion.

When it was all over , we lay there together tired and in love

My eyes start to glow to an intense blue. My mind was reshaped and ready,

Looking to Jason's eyes I say.

* I am ready to obey , ready to spread , ready to cum alongside you *

Jason smiles and kisses me, *ik.. drone 6923..*

My eyes flash, * yes... My new name.. thank you..

Drone 8696..*

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In the end we two drones, continued to make out intensely, passionately, never running out of cum

Untill the next mission is handed to us, and. I join Jason on my first crusade, We will enjoy each other forever.

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: D

I enjoyed this one , genuinely think it's one of my best works yet

Hope you enjoy it, fellow drones

[skzdarlings]

part ii: bodyguard!felix x reader

masterlist.

PART I ; PART II ; PART III ; PART IV ; PART V ; PART VI ; PART VII ; PART VIII ; PART IX ; FINAL PART.

( READ ON AO3. )

Your father hires an inconspicuous bodyguard to accompany you at school and supervise you at home. What seems like an innocuous change in routine eventually spirals into a forbidden romance that grows more passionate over the years.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: eventual smut. violence. parental abuse. situations of intense peril overall. forced proximity. enemies2lovers. angst with eventual happy ending.

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It did not occur to you to set a morning alarm as you are always woken by a knock on the door and a shout to get ready for school.   Today you are woken by a hand on your shoulder and the unexpected touch startles you out of slumber. 

Your hand swipes in a frenzied arc that Felix catches, smooth and swift.  

And that’s how yesterday comes rushing back all at once.  You stare into the eyes of your so-called bodyguard and bed-mate, recalling his brief outburst of emotion but finding Felix to be unresponsive and bland once more.  His mouth is in that stupid flat line and he cocks his head, glancing at your hand in his fist. 

“Good morning,” he says in that deep voice. 

You wrench your hand back.  He lets it go. 

“The car’s outside,” he says.  “You should get dressed for school.”

“What?”  Your head whips to your bedside clock.  You are usually woken half an hour before the car arrives, not when it is already at the door.  “Why didn’t anyone wake me!” 

You frantically swing out of bed, limbs in a windmill.  Felix takes a few steps back.    

“Sorry,” he says.  “I thought you’d get up on your own.”   

He is already dressed in his school uniform, white collared shirt, grey dress pants, grey blazer.  He has the dark necktie in his hands and his red beanie on his head.  Your eye twitches with annoyance at it, but maybe that annoyance is just for his general existence. 

“You can’t wear hats, stupid,” you say, reaching to snatch the beanie off his head.  He dodges your hand.  “They’ll take it away.” 

He looks at you uncertainly but swipes the beanie off his head. 

“Go get dressed,” is all he says. 

With an eye roll, you stomp over to your massive walk-in closet.  It is very annoying that it does not have a door you can slam, but you slide it shut as forcefully as you can.  

The uniform makes it a little easier to get ready quick, but you are still annoyed at the rush.  You scurry out of the closet still shoving your arms through the blazer sleeves, your kilt longer than you like, with one sock pulled up to your knee and the other stuck around your ankle.

Felix is perched on the edge of the bed, all his attention on his tie.  He clearly has no idea how to wear it properly, looping the fabric like an army knot. 

You watch him.  He looks at you then rips the tie off completely, crumpling it in his fist.  Your own is already tied and he looks at it.  You cross your arms.  He stares at you. 

You want him to ask for help just so you can say no, but he looks so pathetic sitting there in your girly bedroom in his schoolboy uniform, his hair still ruffled from removing his precious beanie.  He looks even more ridiculous when he dons an unaffected air as if trying to appear more adult.  It makes him look even more his age.

“Ugh.”  You stomp over to him.  “Give it to me.” 

He obeys without protest, passing you the tie. 

“I should strangle you with it,” you say, hooking it around his neck and jerking him closer.  He bumps into your stomach.  “Then all my problems would be solved.”

“Would they, though?” he asks, looking up at you with his glassy dark eyes, innocent despite the sass in his tone. 

“Shut up,” you reply. 

Even his laugh is deep.  You hate him. 

“There.”  You push the knot up to his throat, tighter than necessary.  He adjusts it wordlessly.  “You’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” he says, pretending to miss the sarcasm. 

He ducks down and grabs your sock, tugging it up to your knee.  The unexpectedness makes you jump.  You feel an unbidden rush of embarrassed heat flow to your face, worsening when he looks up at you.  You have a moment of proximity awareness, that a boy your own age is in your room and he is alone with you, and he has pretty dark eyes and freckles and a cute smile. 

But then he says, “I’ll call your dad and tell him we slept in but should be on time for school.” 

Then you remember what he is, and you hate him again.   

“You’re gross,” is your lacklustre retaliation. 

“Hmm, maybe, I haven’t showered yet today,” he says, then reaches into his backpack.  “Also, if they’d take away my hat, do you think they’d take away this?” 

The little freak pulls a gun out of his backpack and blinks up at you with complete innocence.  When you just gawp at him, a smile tugs at his mouth and he scrunches up his face. 

“Nahh, you’re right,” he says.  “Bad idea for the first day of school.”  Then he puts it in his drawer with his beanie and slams it shut.  He smiles at you.  “Shall we?”  He gestures to the door. 

You do not dignify his nonsense with a response.  You grab your own backpack and storm out of the room.            

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The driver stops in his usual spot.  It feels very routine until you and Felix get out of the car and it simply drives off.  The driver usually waits until you are in sight of a guard posted at the main entrance to the high school. 

Today, you and Felix walk side-by-side, looking like two regular students as you approach the school.  You are still expecting to see one of the usual guards lurking around but you find no one when you search. 

A part of you feels lighter, the weight of their scrutinizing stares lifted, but then you remember how Felix spent the car-ride on the phone with your father, and that weight settles heavy as stone in your gut.  Felix is even worse than them, you tell yourself, because he is truly right beside you.  The schoolboy routine might fool other people but you can’t let it fool you.  Felix might look normal but he is not.  You are still trapped.  You cannot get complacent.   

You huff and look at Felix.  He has his head tipped all the way back, looking in awe at the high ceilings of the entryway.  With his true purpose in your mind, his presence grows more infuriating by the second. 

“Between this and the uniform, you’d think they don’t have schools in Australia,” you say dryly. 

He looks at you.  He is wearing a pristine new backpack and clutching the straps, standing ramrod straight, very contrary to the lazy sling of your worn leather bag and equally lazy slouch. 

“They do,” he answers simply.

“Then why are you acting like you’ve never attended school before?” you snap. 

He just blinks.  “I haven’t,” he says. 

The answer surprises you to silence.  Before you can find a reply, you are interrupted by the familiar voice of your best friend.

“Yo, yo, yo, what’s up, it’s my favourite girl and I’m not just saying that because she’s the only girl who will talk to me.”

You can’t help but snort, forever amused with Jisung’s antics.  He very literally bounces up to you, miming dribbling a basketball, then looking like he’s dancing, or maybe casting a spell.  He swirls his hands around and around, then holds his arms open for a hug. 

You accept it, looking at Felix even though there is nothing for him to report.  The previous guards already reported your friendship with Han Jisung but your father has never said anything about it.  You figure he sees Jisung as a non-entity, too poor to cross his radar, unthreatening with his anxiety and goofy disposition, and ultimately worthless thanks to his shit grades.  Your father doesn’t pay attention to human things, like how Jisung is funny when you get to know him, how he loves music more than anything, or how he is masterful with a pen, just not academically. 

Felix also fails to notice these things.  His attention narrows to a pinprick, gaze focused on Jisung’s backwards cap.

“Nice hat,” Felix says, undoubtedly thinking about his beanie back home. 

Hats are genuinely not allowed; Jisung just makes his own rules and lives by them, even when it gets him walloped him up the head by the math teacher.

Jisung notices Felix for the first time, his mouth curving into a perfectly round ‘O’ of surprise.  It is not everyday you are towing another student in your shadow.  You are cordial enough with your classmates but it’s hard to keep friends when you can never see them.  Jisung is the only one who never pushes it, content with your company when he has it. 

“Whaaat,” he says, looking at Felix then at you.  “Another new kid?” 

“Huh?” you say.  “There’s another new kid?” 

“Bro, things are weeeird today,” Jisung says, making an exploding gesture beside his head.  “Got back from the weekend: no more security guards!  And that janitor with the lazy eye who used to stare at me?  Gone.  Just poof.”  That janitor was one of your guards and he was watching you, not Jisung, but you always nodded along whenever Jisung went on a tirade about government watchdogs.  “Then someone says it’s all because of this rich new kid, that his dad didn’t like it or something so all he did was snap his fingers and boom, now the school is his.  Which is obviously stupid.  Money doesn’t let you get away with changing a whole school.” 

Money lets you get away with a lot of things.  There is a tingling pain where your cheek is still swollen from your father smacking you.  Your force yourself to smile at your naïve friend. 

“I don’t think that’s this kid,” you say.

“Aw, no, I knew that,” Jisung says. “I saw the other guy already.  He’s like… whoa.  Like whoa.  Like I hate him.  He better not talk to me, because it’s on fucking sight.” 

You burst out laughing because Jisung couldn’t win a fight against a battered puppy.  He laughs along, aware of his own ridiculousness. 

Felix just stands there, smiling politely but not laughing.  Eventually he asks, “Why don’t you like him?” 

“Bro, this dude was so beautiful it’s like he was wearing a filter in real life,” Jisung says this like a curse, dramatically scowling.  “Don’t worry, though, you’re cool with me.  Not that you’re ugly or anything.  My bad.  Anyway, I’m Jisung, what’s up?”

“Hi, I’m Felix.” 

Jisung holds out his fist and Felix looks at it.  You wonder if Felix even knows what a fist bump is.  Maybe they don’t have them in whatever backcountry crevice your father dug him out of, seeing as he has balked at several other mundane things, but then Felix smiles and completes the fist bump. 

He really does look like normal school kid.  You have to swallow down your aggravation. 

“Fee-licks…?” Jisung says.  “Weird name.  Cool boots.  Sexy voice.  I’m super jealous, maybe I do hate you.  Are the freckles real?”

“Uh.”  Felix furrows his brow.  “Yeah?”  He says it like it should be obvious and you hate that you almost laugh. 

“Cool, cool,” Jisung says.  “And the accent is…?”

“Australian.”

“Naaaur, that’s sick,” Jisung says, then clearly regrets it.  He turns his cap around to cover his eyes.  “Sorry.  It’s a Monday.  But this is fun, we’re a menage-a-trois now.”

“Um,” Felix says, coughing.  “Do you know what that means?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, frowning at Felix.  “Because no we’re not.  Felix isn’t my friend.  I just said I’d show him to his classes but I’m still sitting with you and he’s gonna deal with it.” 

You and Felix stare at each other and Jisung looks between you, eyes ping-ponging.  Eventually, he smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder. 

“All right,” Jisung says.  “You’re in a friendly mood, as usual.  We love to see it.  Felix, don’t let her scare you, she’s nice, you just need to give her a treat first.  That’s why I carry around a bag of her favourite spicy peanuts even though I am super allergic.”  His backpack is already unzipped, a messy binder sticking out of it, so he easily reaches back and plucks out a bag of peanuts. 

You take them from him, rolling your eyes affectionately. 

“Come on,” you say.  “Let’s go before your new arch nemesis walks by and I have to save your sorry ass.” 

You loop arms with Jisung and move swiftly ahead.  Felix trails behind you, hands on his backpack straps, glancing around the corridor.  You don’t know if his careful regard is curiosity or just him being a bodyguard, eyeing the rambunctious students and their open lockers with a wary eye.   

Jisung prattles on about some new cartoon.  He looks back to ask Felix if he has ever heard of it and Felix shakes his head.  While they are engaged with each other, your own attention strays.

It’s then you see him.  

You couldn’t care less about a beautiful new kid, not when Lee Minho is just a few feet away.

Oh god.  He really is perfect.  He looks like he walked off the screen of a drama, slouching against the wall with his hands in his pockets, his tie loose and blazer unbuttoned.  His brown hair falls neatly around his handsome face, his mouth quirked up in a smirky little half-grin.  He raises an eyebrow in reply to his friend, then he laughs, his whole face brightening with his delight. 

Minho is two years older than you, not yet a senior but the school’s It Boy regardless.  He attended the senior prom in his freshman year, escorting one of the senior girls, and it’s no surprise.  He’s handsome, he’s hilarious, he’s smart, he’s talented.  He’s everything.  Charmingly brusque and occasionally snarky, but a famously good friend underneath his teasing.  He has never been single for more than a day, but his ego has never blown up and none of his ex-girlfriends have anything bad to say about him. 

Your crush is like a fuzzy hug.  The edge of your vision blurs in a dreamy frame around his face.  He lifts a hand and tucks some hair behind his ear at the same moment he glances aside.  For a brief but substantial moment, your eyes meet.  Your heart stops. 

Then you step down funny and roll your ankle.   

Despite holding your arm, Jisung is too slow to catch you.  A small but strong hand grabs the back of your jacket and yanks, keeping you upright.  It doesn’t stop you from stumbling around like a newborn foal, but at least you don’t hit the ground. 

Your face is burning hot, your gut sinking with a flush of embarrassment.  You chance a look at Minho, his face in a somewhat concerned cringe before he goes back to laughing with his friends. 

Oh my god, you think.  This is the worst week of my life.  And that’s fucking saying something.

“Are you all right?”  Felix’s dumb deep voice is suddenly in your ear.  He is standing a lot closer, his hand in the middle of your back.

You shove him off, glaring.  Jisung puts a hand on your shoulder and says, “Whoa, whoa, whoa!”  It makes you feel like a poorly behaved horse.  Minho isn’t paying attention anymore but it all feels so wretchedly embarrassing. 

Why is your existence so pathetic?  All you do is get jerked around, physically and emotionally.  You are a walking, talking font of humiliation.  Your face stings and your ankle hurts and both boys are looking at you with concern, except one of them is your friend who doesn’t know anything about your life and one of them is on a payroll and knows too much. 

“I’m fine!” you snap.  You tug down your blazer and adjust your collar.  “I’m fine.”

“Okay, baby,” Jisung says, trying to laugh, his big eyes still full of pity.  He glances back at Minho, then looks at Felix.  Barely audible, he whispers, “She likes him.” 

“Jisung!”  You whack him in the arm and he cries out like you chopped a limb. 

Felix just looks over at Minho, cocks an eyebrow, then looks back at you.  You have no idea why but it makes everything ten times worse.  It is silly to feel that way because all the girls have a crush on Minho so it is not a well-kept secret.  For some reason, Felix knowing you like someone makes it more embarrassing.  Not even because of your father, though you are certain Felix will tell him soon enough. 

You can’t even stomp to class because your ankle hurts.  You settle for stalking with a broody countenance. 

Your first classroom is arranged in tables that seat two, so you sit with Jisung in your usual spot.  Felix takes the spot directly behind you.  As a new face, he gets curious glances from other students. He pays them no mind.  He unpacks his bag in silence then he folds his hands neatly on the desk and stares at you.

You are glaring ferociously at a straight-faced Felix when Jisung elbows you sharply in the side.  You whack him but this time he whacks you back, making his big brown eyes even bigger than usual.  You look at him funny.  It takes a second to realize he is trying to point with his eyes.   

You look up just in time for an insanely gorgeous stranger to pass the desk.  You are certain your expression betrays you.  At least with Minho, you are mostly practiced at schooling your reactions, but this one catches you off guard. 

This must be the other new kid.  He’s really tall and slender, lacking Minho’s slightly thicker athleticism but more than compensating with a natural grace.  His black hair falls in a very neat shape around his perfect face, his cheekbones high, his brows thick, his lips full.  He is wearing a cross-strap satchel that he gracefully swings off. 

The only available seat is the one beside Felix.  The two boys glance at each other only briefly, neither knowing the other is also new.   All eyes are on them.  Felix must be aware but ignores it, his gaze resolutely focussed on yours.   The other new guy is clearly used to attention, smiling softly as he looks around. 

His eyes meet yours, your heart puttering because he holds your gaze. 

His soft smile spreads. 

Jisung coughs loudly.  You look at him and he mouths the word, “Traitor.” 

There is no time for conversation because the bell rings and the teacher starts class.  She takes a minute to introduce the two new kids: the foreigner, Lee Felix, and the transfer, Hwang Hyunjin.  Hyunjin apparently attended school on the other end of town but switched when his family moved into this district. 

It sounded like bullshit.  He crossed the city, not the country.  Surely no one transferred schools for something so petty as a twenty minute commute.  Maybe if Hyunjin was not so stunning, people would have bought the excuse, but the whole school was very interested in knowing everything about him. 

By lunch, several stories have spread, everything from expulsion for fighting to sleeping with a teacher, but you doubt the truth of the tales.  Almost all the stories tie into the removal of the security presence and you know that has nothing to do with Hyunjin. 

By far the most ridiculous is that he murdered another student and his rich father got rid of the security team so they would never find evidence if he killed again. 

Jisung told you that one.  You are not entirely convinced he didn’t start the rumour himself. 

“Felix,” Jisung says.  He points across the cafeteria table with a carrot stick.  “Tell the truth, have you ever killed anyone?” 

Felix chokes on his soup.   “What?” he asks, smiling with forced civility. 

You doubt Jisung notices his discomfort.  He is off in his own world, drawing shapes in the air with the carrot. 

“I just think,” Jisung drawls, “that it would be funny if everyone thought Mister Supermodel Oh Look At Me Look At Me was a serial killer, which he totally is by the way, but actually it was the super chill Australian dude with the skater hair.” 

Felix brushes at his dyed blonde bangs.  He glances at you but you have no rescue to offer, especially because Jisung’s question rattled you.

No, not the question.  The answer.  It clearly unnerved Felix.  Why would it startle him if the answer was not a resounding yes?  Has Felix killed someone?  He’s fourteen years old.  How could a kid have that kind of history? 

How could a kid get hired for a job like this? you remind yourself.  How could a kid be trusted to do the work of a whole team of men?  How could a kid devote every second of the day to watching someone else? 

How could a kid be willing to drive a knife through his hand just because an awful old man asked him? 

Felix clears his throat.  He grabs a napkin and dabs at his mouth.  By the time Jisung looks at him, Felix is smiling brightly.  He laughs a carefree laugh, completely blithe, like he has never had a problem bigger than flunking a math test. 

“You’re funny,” Felix says.  “I’ve like killed a few bugs if that counts.  Augh, you don’t even want to know the things I’ve squashed.” 

“Ohh, gross, yeah, Australian bugs are like the size of my head, right?”  Jisung cups his whole face in demonstration. 

“Bigger,” Felix says, scrunching his nose cutely. 

You feel sick. 

You shove your tray away and stand up, drawing their eyes to you.  Jisung asks where you’re going but Felix is already on his feet, ready to follow.  You don’t bother protesting.  It won’t do any good. 

You are thinking. 

Everyone has been so preoccupied with Hyunjin that no one has remarked on Felix at all.  You and Jisung tend to blend into the background so his seeming friendship with the outsiders probably didn’t help matters, but a new kid tends to garner attention no matter what. 

You wonder if Hyunjin is a plant, another of your father’s men, someone to take the heat off Felix until he’s settled.  Another pair of eyes.  Watching you.  Studying you. Following you.  In the light, in the dark, staring, recording, remembering –

Felix touches your arm and you whip around.  It catches him by surprise and clearly triggers something, because two seconds later you are squished against his chest with no way out. 

He releases you quickly, realizing what he did, and you stumble. 

“Closet,” you say before he can speak. 

He follows your line of sight to the nearby janitorial closet, opening his mouth to protest when you push him.  He gives you a beleaguered look but goes.  He walks with a casual saunter like nothing is amiss, like a closet is a normal place to go.    

You close the door, leaving you and Felix in the pitch black darkness.  There is probably a light somewhere but you are too frazzled to bother searching.  You get right to the point. 

“Is Hyunjin one of ours?” you demand. 

“Huh?”  You can’t see his face but you can picture that crinkle in his brow.  “What do you mean, one of ours?”

“Does he work for my father?”

“Obviously not,” Felix says.  “He’s clearly a civilian?”  He says this with incredulity, like it should be obvious.    

“How do you know that for sure?”

“Because I’m not a civilian,” he says, sounding impatient.  You wish you could see his face after all, wondering if he is showing proper emotion again.  Maybe he’s rolling his eyes.  It would reassure you, in a way, make your fears feel silly. “Look, I know the timing is like funny and stuff, but it’s really just a coincidence.  Your father would tell me if he was planning something so I could play along.  It would be stupid to plant something and not tell me.”

“So maybe you knew,” you say.  You are now thankful for the dark because tears spring to your eyes.  “Maybe you knew all along.  Maybe Hyunjin isn’t the only one.  Maybe there’s a dozen of you except now I don’t know what you look like.  Maybe you’re all watching me.  Maybe you’re all laughing at me, watching my dad do what he wants, watching him laugh at me too—”  

“Are you crying?” 

He sounds genuinely surprised.  A moment later, his clumsy hands are bumping your face.  You try to push him away but he mistakes it in the dark, thinking you are pulling him closer.  You can feel him step forward, his hand on your cheek. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, with so much depth that it makes you shiver.  His accent makes the word sound fuller, the heart deeper.  It sounds honest.  “I have one job,” Felix says.  His thumb catches a tear.  “Just one.  My job is to keep you safe.  Not to keep secrets from you, and not to lie for your father.  Maybe that’s someone’s job, probably, but it’s not me.  I’m not lying to you.  I’m just here to keep you safe.  That’s it.  I promise.” 

You grab his wrist and hold it for a shuddering second.  A part of you wants to cling to it like a foolish little girl.  You’re both too young to be in here. 

You fling his hand off your face. 

“I don’t feel safe,” you say.  You wipe your own face quickly.   “I hate you.  I hate my life.  Get away from me.”

He has the decency to hang back a few feet, but Felix has no real choice in the matter.  You wonder if he ever did, but you don’t dwell on that thought for too long.  You can’t bring yourself to mourn for his life as well as your own.  You need someone to hate and your father is never around, so you spend the rest of the day glaring at Felix.  You don’t talk again, not on the car-ride home, not at the house, not in your room. 

The cook prepared dinner and left it on the stove.  You refuse to eat until late evening, holed up in your room under the pretense of doing schoolwork.  You text Jisung but not about anything substantial.  You are pretty sure your father installed spyware on your phone.  Better to keep it simple and veer away from heavy subjects when Jisung hits you with the watery-eyed emojis. 

Felix checks on you occasionally but otherwise leaves you be.  You hear him on the phone with your father, his professional voice so uncanny for a kid, deep voice or not. 

Eventually you make your way to the kitchen where Felix is sitting at the counter.  He is wearing his stupid beanie again, the same ripped jeans as yesterday, the same t-shirt and flannel. There is a stack of papers beside an open schoolbook.  You can’t help but notice the printed book report sitting at the top of the pile, one not due until Friday. 

“How’d you finish that so fast?” you ask, forgetting you weren’t going to speak to him.

Felix looks up from reading the textbook.  Surprise creases his brow.  He probably didn’t expect you to start a conversation, and certainly not about something so mundane as schoolwork. 

He glances at the report then up at you.  “Uhh,” he says, then his face cracks into a grin, “I’m not actually here for an education.  I mean, the readings are… kinda fun… I never did homework before so… anyway.  Someone does the homework for me, you know, to keep up appearances and stuff.” 

“That’s not fair,” you say.  “Why can’t they do my homework too?  Wait, do you wanna do my homework while they do yours?”

“No, because you are there for an education,” Felix says lightly, almost teasing.  This is your nicest conversation so far.  It unsettles you more than an argument, so you say nothing more and head to the stove for your dinner.  You are spooning it into a bowl when Felix clears his throat.  You hear papers shuffle.  “That’s not all,” he says.  “I, uhhh, I don’t know if you… if you even want this.  I just…  thought it might make you feel more, I dunno, at ease, or something, if you saw for yourself.” 

You cannot help your curiosity.  You accept the paper he offers.    

“It’s, uh, Hyunjin,” he says.  “I asked for some research and information just to show you he’s, like, real.  It’s just his school record and stuff…” 

You give the papers a cursory glance.  They could be faked but you do actually believe that Hyunjin’s timely arrival is nothing more than coincidence.  No one can get his story straight but that’s because high school gossip is stupid and unreliable.  Hyunjin is gorgeous and graceful when he is trying, but he’s also somehow clumsy as a newborn foal, stumbling all over the field during gym class and whining when a tennis racket grazed his elbow.  Nothing about him really screams super spy.  Plus, you doubt a spy would have got detention on his first day for skipping class and making out with one of the senior girls. 

“It was fighting, if you’re curious,” Felix says. 

You look up at him, eyebrow lifted. 

“The reason he left his old school,” Felix clarifies.  “He got expelled for getting in a fight with another student.  Over a girl.” 

He rolls his eyes and the unexpectedly sassy judgement makes you laugh.  You don’t miss the flicker of delight that crosses his face, though you do ignore it.  You poke at your rice bowl. 

“I guess you’re not a romantic,” you say dryly.

“Uh, beating the shit out of someone is not romantic,” he says, still in a somewhat sassy tone, his eyebrows high.  He closes the book and shakes his head.  “Violence is never romantic.  Violence is just violence.”

That does make you look at him longer.  You are talking about romance, not family love, but it is still the closest anyone has come to telling you there is no love in violence.   

“What about me?” you eventually say.  “Aren’t you supposed to beat the shit out of someone for looking a little too long in my direction?”

“That’s different,” he says, frowning.  “It’s my job.  Why, who’s looking at you?”

You feel like he is goading you so you roll your eyes and walk away with the rice bowl.  

“Is it Lee Minho?” he asks.

You turn and look at him with a scowl.  “Minho hasn’t down anything,” you say.  “He doesn’t even know I exist.  What, are you gonna tell my dad every time someone takes a breath in the same room as me because they are stealing my potential oxygen?”

“Okay, first of all, don’t say hilarious things like that when you’re starting an argument, it’s really annoying.”  Felix gets up and crosses the room.  “Second of all, I didn’t tell your father anything.  I didn’t tell him about Minho, and I didn’t tell about Jisung.  Even though I’m pretty sure Jisung is the reason you snuck out for that party.”

Well, Minho was the reason, but it was Jisung who texted to tell you that he was at the same house party.  The security team had confiscated your phone for the evening, adhering to your father’s phone privileges timetable, and you only got it back before bed.  By the time you got dressed and snuck out, Minho had left the party, so you spent the night sitting with Jisung on the roof, complaining about stupid shit, completely unaware how much your life was about to change. 

Did it change for the worse?  You still don’t know.  Felix has not confiscated your phone.  It lends some credence to his honesty, but maybe it’s all a ploy…

“I can see you thinking,” Felix says, tipping his head as he scrutinizes you.  “It’s like your face turns into a book.” 

“I’m not thinking anything,” you lie.  “And if I was, thinking isn’t a bad thing.”

“No, it’s not,” he says.  “Except when you overthink so much that it makes you cry for no reason.”

“For no reason?” you shriek, a hot ripple of anger moving through you.   

“Or that,” he says calmly.  “You feel everything a lot and you let it take over—”

You look at him, mouth open, utterly incredulous.  “I think I have every reason to behave the way I do,” you snap.  “But aren’t you my daddy’s good little watchdog, repeating his words back to me?”

“I’m not repeating anything,” Felix says, looking marginally more worked up because of the accusation.  He takes a breath and calms himself again.  “I’m just saying, your anger isn’t helping the way you think it is.” 

“It makes me feel better.”

“No, I’m sure it doesn’t,” he says.  “Because it has no where to go.  I see you and you just keep turning it onto yourself.  And I get it.  I know what that is, and I know what it feels like, and I also know if you let yourself feel all that… all that everything, so much, all the time, then it’s just going to burn you out.  Then no one will have to lift a finger against you.  You’ll do it to yourself.  You’ll get tired.  And he’ll win all the same.” 

You just stare at him.  You are certain your face is a book again, emotion written plainly.

Felix touches the back of his head and looks away.  He looks at the ground.  Finally, he looks at you. 

“I’m sorry,” he says.  “I really am just trying to do my job.”

“Right,” you say.  “Your job.” 

Keeping you safe from other people is just one part of the gig.  The biggest part is keeping you safe from yourself. 

You take your phone out of your back pocket and practically throw it at him.   The bowl shakes in your trembling hand.  You hate, more than anything, that he is so right, because your tears are on the surface again and it does not feel good. 

“There,” you say. 

His reflexes are fast.  He doesn’t even fumble.  He looks at the phone with confusion. 

“You can take away the power chord for my computer too, if you want,” you say.  “And you can lock me in my room – sorry, our room – when it’s curfew.  And you can—”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Felix says, exasperated.  He holds the phone out.  “I’m not going to do any of that stuff.   I’m not your enemy, I’m your bodyguard.” 

“What if he makes you?” you ask.  The he needs no clarification. “What if he puts my hand on the desk and tells you put a knife through it?”

“That won’t happen,” Felix says seriously. “Not if we work together.  But if we keep going the way we’re going, then something bad is going to happen and we won’t be able to stop it.” 

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” you say, venomous. 

“Trust me,” he says.  “I don’t.  I’m just the same as you.”

“And what am I?”

“Scared.”

Silence settles between you.  His arm is outstretched, the phone an offering.  When all you do is stare at it, he tentatively approaches.  He leaves room for refusal but steps closer and simply puts it in your pocket himself.  He nods sharply at you. 

A single gesture of goodwill cannot undo a lifetime of conditioning to assume the worst in your captors.  Felix occupies a strange liminal territory in that he seems to simultaneously be a captor and captive.  You spend the next couple weeks watching your bodyguard carefully, watching him as he establishes a routine, watching him as he blends into the background of your life as if he was always there. 

You don’t hear from your father.  You excel on your book report.  You don’t hear from your father.  You fail a math test.  You don’t hear from your father.  You fall in the backyard and scrape your leg so badly that Felix has to give you stitches.  You don’t hear from your father. 

You get in a fight with some asshole at school.  The oafish senior smashes into Felix’s shoulder as he walks past.  Felix can take a hit, of that you have no doubt, but he plays the part of skittish fourteen year old well.  He ducks out of the way. 

The senior thinks this is funny and grabs Felix by the hair, yanking him back.  You watch, shocked, as the guy slams Felix up against the lockers so hard they rattle.  There are a few shrieks and gasps from scattered onlookers.  Someone runs off for a teacher but mostly people give a wide berth. 

Felix’s jaw clenches then he smiles.  Everyone is looking at the sweet, sunny face.  You are certain only you see his balled fist. 

“Aren’t you gonna apologize for walking into me?” the senior asks.    

“Sorry,” Felix says, playing his part well.  “I didn’t see you.”  He tries to step away and the guy shoves him back.  Felix sucks in a breath, steadying himself. 

“Why not?” the guy further taunts. 

Felix cannot fight for himself without revealing too much.  You, on the other hand, can walk right up and smack the guy with your math book.   You hit the back of his head and he stumbles then whips around with a furious glare. 

“What the fuck, bitch?” he says. 

You see red quickly.  You spit at him. 

“Don’t call me a bitch, bitch,” you snap. 

He wipes the spit off his face and takes a menacing step towards you.  Felix is quick, his feet planted, his assessing gaze no doubt analyzing weak spots.   

The scene ends abruptly because someone else grabs the guy and shoves him back.  You jump, startled, your heart rate tripling when Minho turns around to look at you. 

“You okay?” Minho asks. 

Your mouth opens but no sound comes out.  Your anger evaporates, a mushy warmth replacing it. 

Minho’s brow furrows and he looks at the senior.  He gives him a little shove. 

“What’s your problem?” Minho asks.  “You like picking on kids?”

A viciously mean laugh rings out beside you.  You turn your head to Hyunjin, his hand covering his mouth as he tries and fails to hold his giggles. 

“That’s pathetic, man,” Hyunjin says, then he winks and puts up his fists.  “Wanna try me next?” 

You remember that Hyunjin got expelled for fighting.  He must be putting on a show right now because his silly, limp fists wouldn’t do any harm. 

It gets everyone laughing but that doesn’t take much given how much people swoon over Hyunjin.  An unspoken rivalry has risen between him and Minho, though you never see them interacting.  In true popular boy fashion, they are above active engagement.   Still, it is significant that they have openly taken the same side in this altercation.  It means the senior stands absolutely no chance. 

He shoves Minho’s hand off his shoulder and glares at Felix. 

“You’re not worth it,” he says and stomps off.  You watch him go, hoping you don’t look so pathetically wounded when stomping around.

Jisung arrives late, but just in time to ‘comfort’ Felix. 

“Don’t stress it, man, don’t stress it,” he says.  “I mean, stress it a little, the hot guys got hotter and you’re gonna be bitchless forever, but other than that, don’t stress it.” 

You are staring silently out the window on the car-ride home.  Felix pokes your shoulder and you look at him.

“You know I’m supposed to be the bodyguard, right?” he says, dryly, but the faintest smile tugging at his lips. 

You don’t return the smile, but you are less venomous than usual when you say, “You’re welcome, you big baby.” 

He looks out the window and smiles.

You still don’t hear from your father. 

One night, you are laying in bed beside Felix, a gulf of space between you as usual.  You can hear him snoring.  You think about him up against that row of lockers.  You start overthinking.  You know, logically, your father would not hire a second-rate bodyguard.  You know better.  You do. 

“Felix,” you whisper, but he keeps snoring.  You slip out of bed and he rolls onto his back, but then he goes back to snoring. 

You slip into your walk-in closet.  You text Jisung.  It’s a Friday night so there’s a party somewhere.  You change into party clothes and sneak back into your room.  Felix is laying on his back, fast asleep, his breathing light. 

The doors are all alarmed so that’s a bad way out.  You make it all the way to the bedroom window when a very sturdy pair of arms wrap around you.  You don’t even have time to scream.  Felix bodily pulls you back through the window.  When you fight him, he easily outmanoeuvres you.  He always tries to be gentle with you, though, and it gives you an advantage.  You manage to topple over, taking him with you.  You land in a tangled heap on the huge bed, squirming under him. 

“Stop it!” he says, sounding righteously pissed off.  “Seriously?! What the fuck!  I thought we were past this shit?  What do you think you’re doing!” 

“What are you doing?”  You try shoving him to no avail.  “Can’t you be normal for once—”

“Do you know what kind of danger you’re putting yourself in by going out alone at night, on a weekend, for fuck’s sake—”

This time when you shove him, he actually moves.  He sits up with an aggravated huff, shoving his sleep-messed hair out of his face.   You keep eye contact, an intense stare that fractures on his end, his gaze dropping when you suddenly pull your shirt off. 

“Look at me,” you say.  “You think the danger’s out there?  What about the danger in here?”

He looks.  He looks at the scar on your collarbone and the one on your stomach.  You can’t tell if his morose expression is a reaction or just his frustration simmering. 

“I don’t understand,” he finally says.  “You have choices.  It doesn’t have to be like this.  Why do you intentionally—why do you keep—”

“What choices?” you ask.  “Submission or else?  How is that a choice?”

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks.  “Kicking at the bars just to see if they’re still there when you already know the answer?”

“See,” you say, smiling a bitter smile as you lay back, “you do understand me.”   

He scrubs a hand down his face.  He wears a big t-shirt and baggy shorts to sleep, the shape making him look even smaller than usual.  Felix is skinny, despite his hidden strength, pretty and unassuming and too competent for his own good. 

Your smile fades.  You watch him rack his brain, his face a plainly written book to you just as much as you are to him. 

“Where did you come from?” you ask.  “Who were you?  What happened to make you like this?” 

His glance grazes your scars.  He steps back, off the bed.  He holds your gaze in his. 

“I’ll tell you,” he says.  “I’ll tell you.  I told you I will always be honest with you.  So if you ask, I’ll tell you.  I’ll tell you everything and I won’t spare any details.” 

Something in the tone of his voice makes you feel sick.  You reach for your shirt and twist the fabric between your fingers. 

“So?” you say, voice unsteady.

“So,” Felix says, “I would really appreciate it if you didn’t ask me.  Because if you do, I will be honest with you.  I will always be honest with you.  So ask me, if that’s what you want.  Is that what you want?” 

“I don’t know what I want,” you say.  “I don’t think I know how to want something.” 

“That’s probably for the best,” he says.  He gives you no time to dwell on this, sharply adding, “Go get dressed for bed.  It’s late.  I won’t tell your father what happened.  Just get back in bed.  Good night.” 

He pivots as swiftly as his tone, straight to the bathroom where he closes the door to give you privacy.  It is also an implicit statement of trust, or maybe a statement of ability, that you could make for the window again but you wouldn’t get far. 

You don’t think anywhere is far enough.  You think you could scour the world and not find another person who understood you even half so well as Felix.    

You are under the covers when he returns.  He doesn’t say anything, just slips into bed and lays on his back. You feel small under the thick blanket in the huge bed, so much space between you that it feels like a tangible block, cold and cruel and solid.  His eyes are open, not even pretending to sleep, but he stares up at the ceiling.  He is shivering.  He must feel the cold too.    

You reach out slowly, your hand gliding across the blanket.  It gives him ample time to notice, even with his mind so far away.  His dark eyes flick down to that hand, suspended in the big open space between you.  He stares at it for a long time, so long that sleep starts to creep into the corners of your vision.  You float in a quiet, cool, half-waking world.

Then he takes your hand.  You wake up.  He looks at you across that chasm, your arms stretched between you, your hands clasped together.  You squeeze his hand and he squeezes yours back.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #lee felix x reader #felix x reader #bodyguard au #skz imagines #stray kids imagines

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie thinking he's a suave ladies' man as he tries to talk to you but realising he has no game whatsoever. You find it endearing.

Minors dni, Eddie being adorable and flustered, fluffy fic.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

❤️

In his head, he thinks he's suave, charming and a ladies' man but in reality, he blushes and makes a doofus of himself in front of pretty girls.

Eddie has a major crush on you and he doesn't know what to do. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

He spends most of his time talking to Uncle Wayne or the guys, they are used to his chaotic energy and goofball shit.

Most girls ignore, roll their eyes at him or call him "freak"

The small few that do notice him, who have flirted back, who he's met at shitty dive bars don't stick around long.

You were talking to Chrissy, he opened his mouth to say hello but his voice came out all squeaky and made him curse himself out in his head.

So when he saw you for the first time he acted like he was confident, cool and shit but in reality he was a mess inside.

To him, you were beautiful, sweet and an angel on earth, some mythical type of elven princess from LOTR, a goddess.

Chrissy looked at him all sympathetic and introduced you to him while he called himself several names in his head.

He missed the shy smile you sent his way, the intrigued look as he skulked off in the opposite direction hoping to forget the disaster of a first meeting.

✨💕

After that Eddie attempted to show off while he was near your vicinity. Hoped you would notice him while he was strutting around like a peacock on the Hellfire lunch table and throwing his daily insult at Jason.

It might have worked in theory if he didn't notice you actually staring over at him one time and he froze, like a deer in headlights.

Kinda like this.

Then as he jumped off the table he managed to trip over his own feet, face plant on the floor and shoot back up like nothing had happened.

He really hoped you didn't notice that.

But you did, the Hellfire boys snickered in the background until he gave them one of his death glares and they shut up immediately.

He was so pathetic at this. In his mind, he was certain he was all cool and suave but in real life he was having no luck wooing you.

Rock stars wouldn't have this problem he told himself sullenly with a pout on his face.

A pout that you thought was cute as fuck, however Eddie didn't know that yet.

❤️

After a little while Eddie was ready to give up, he tried speaking to you but got all tongue-tied and overacted to show that he wasn't sweating his ass off while you looked at him with your pretty eyes.

He was forced to realise he didn't have much game as he thought he did and was considering asking Steve for help. The chicks all loved him right?

Stupid, stupid son of a bitch he berated himself as he stomped to away from his usual spot in the woods still sulking.

With minutes to spare until he had to get to class, he grudgingly gets up.

Just one week left until he graduated this hellhole he consoles himself.

His army crawling to a D in Miss O'Donnell's class finally paid off.

Then you walked up to him as he got to the school entrance and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hi, Eddie" you murmur and you sound like you are nervous, shy too just like how he feels.

Why were you nervous? Did your friends tell you he was mean and scary or something?

"Hi, uh sweetheart" Yeah, nice going doofus he scolds himself.

"I was wondering if you had a date for prom?" he blinks, once, twice, then shakes his head.

He planned on avoiding prom like the plague, conformist bullshit he told himself. Though if he was honest he would have sucked it up and gone for you. If you wanted.

Not that you would ever ask but he would.

"Nah, not my thing sweetheart" is it his imagination or did you look disappointed? You had guys ask you for weeks but you turned them down much to the relief Eddie felt when he saw it happen.

"Oh, okay. I just thought if it was your type of thing then maybe we could have gone together but it's not so uh cool" You look up at him through your lashes and he thinks his brain short circuits.

...

You, the most beautiful girl he had ever met in his life wanted to go with him.

"Why would you want to go with me?" he asks stunned because hasn't he been making an ass of himself for weeks and weeks now? Months even.

"Because you're cute, endearing, actually to me you're super fucking hot and I struggle to know what to say around you"

Did he end up getting to class after all and he was daydreaming? No... no this was very real and he shrugged off the nerves he was feeling and grinned.

"Milady, I would love to go to prom with you" The look on your face, the joy makes his heart ping in delight.

"Great, I really like you, Eddie" You move closer to him and before he knows it he's kissing you and you're kissing him back and everything is fucking incredible.

❤️

The rest of Hellfire was stunned as you joined their table and settled on Eddie's knee while kissing his cheek.

He heard Jason's shout of shock and lazily flipped him the bird, he was too into his girl to notice.

His, you were his. He couldn't believe it.

"Dude, how??" Lucas asked him stunned, mirroring Dustin and Mike's look, he winked at his sheeples and shrugged.

"Couldn't resist the Eddie Munson game could you princess?" you giggle and press a kiss to his lips and he basks in the glow of your beaming smile and that gorgeous giggle.

Eddie felt like a rockstar, 86 was his year, just like he suspected.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine

[billybennet]

Ruins of Us

Edmund Pevensie x reader

Summary: The reader has to take care of the kingdom after the Pevensies accidentally leave and is mad when they return.

A/N: aged-up edmund x reader story (like in their early-mid twenties) where time passes the same in narnia as it does in the real world, ok?

Masterlist

You still remember the day they left, at first you were in denial, sending out as many search parties as needed. Then, you were sad, how could they leave you and not say anything? Had they left on purpose? You had missed them terribly. But after months of them being gone, you finally got angry. How dare they leave their people, the people they were sworn to protect.

Soon enough someone had to step up and start making decisions, you knew it wouldn't be long until the other kingdoms found out the Great Kings and Queens of Narnia were gone, and that the kingdom was vulnerable. And you were right, you got word one morning that the Terebinthians were on their way to attack Cair Paravel, you saw the fear in your friends eyes, and you knew then was the time to step up, and you did.

“The palace needs to be evacuated, collect as much supplies as you can without dragging you down, we'll need food, blankets, and medical supplies, go now, and tell everyone you pass, we will need everyone out of the castle within the hour,” you spoke up. Everyone was shocked at first, but quickly nodded and hurried off, they all also knew they were not ready to fight a war.

You, Reepicheep, and his soldiers set off to evacuate everyone into the woods. You remember running through the woods, all the inhabitants of Cair Paravel running amongst you, as you heard the sound of the castle crumbling. You beg yourself not to turn around, to keep running.

Now, here you were, nearly 5 years later, Acting Queen of Narnia, fighting off yet another attack, although you were prepared for this one, the Archenlandians had been trying to invade Narnia ever since the loss of the Kings and Queens.

Your sword clashed against that of the Archenlandian General’s, he was a decent fighter, but you were better. You quickly disarmed him, pointing your sword at his throat, “Tell your troops to fall back,” you spat, “now.” You saw the Generals eyes flick to your right, a small smile on his face, and you quickly turned around and stabbed the attacking soldier in the gut, he slumped to the ground immediately. The General tried to run, but you grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around landing a punch right in his smug face.

“SURRENDER FOR THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF NARNIA HAVE RETURNED!” you heard from over your shoulder, you figured it was just a ruse one of your knights had come up with, so since the General was now distracted, you took the opportunity to knock him to the ground, foot on his chest, sword to his throat, “Tell. Your Men. To Fall. Back,” you demanded, at each pause you dug your foot further into his chest. Once again you saw his eyes flick beside you, you turned to your side, foot still on his chest, only to see a tall dark haired figure slice through another soldier who had been running towards you. The dark haired man turned to you. Edmund.

“Need some help?” he asked with a stupid grin planted on his face. You glared at him, and turned back to the General, who now had his hands raised in defence at the sight of the King of Narnia, “FALL BACK! EVERYONE FALL BACK!” he yelled towards his troops, they were quick to follow orders, and you slowly lifted your foot off his chest, but kept your sword trained on him as he retreated.

When you were satisfied with how far the opposing army had retreated, you turned around, intending to survey the amount of losses and injuries, as you always did at the end of a battle. But of course, he stood in your way, a confused look on his face, “I didn't need your help. I had it handled,” you stated simply, still glaring at him.

Then you stomped away, stopping to talk to your second in command, “Make sure everyone gets the proper medical attention,” you said quickly. She nodded and opened her mouth to respond only to get cut off by someone calling your name. You knew who it was, so you gave her a look and stormed off to the camp your troops had set up.

“Y/N!” Edmund tried again, jogging to catch up to you, only to be stopped by someone stepping in front of him.

“I suggest you leave her alone, your majesty,” the girl told him. He gave her a confused look.

“No, I just need to talk to her--” he started.

“And now's not a good time for that,” the girl in front of him insisted.

The rest of the Pevensies had caught up to Edmund now, wondering where their friend had gone.

“She’s not usually in a good mood after a battle, and I suppose seeing you isn't improving her mood either,” your second in command stated.

“She never used to be like that…” Susan wondered aloud.

“Why wouldn't she want to see us?” Edmund demanded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hm, I don't know, maybe you abandoned her to run a kingdom that was the job of four people,” the girl stated sarcastically.

“Uh-- We didn't mean to!” Edmund countered.

“I don't imagine that matters much now,” she replied disdainfully.

The rest of the Pevensies seem to agree, all but Edmund, confused as to why his love didn't want to talk to him.

“Just give her some time, Ed,” Peter placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.

“Yeah, I'm sure she'll come around,” Susan added with a small smile.

“I'm not sure if you remember me, but I’m Alanis, Y/N’s second in command,” the girl offered, “Let me show you around the camp.”

The Pevensies nodded, not really knowing what else they could do until they talked to you.

Alanis and the Pevensies stood by the strategy tent, talking amongst themselves, when a man with long brown hair came running through the camp, “Alanis!” he yelled upon spotting the girl.

“Yes, my prince?” she asked teasingly.

“Prince?” Edmund and Susan said simultaneously.

“Have you seen Y/N? Is she alright?” he asked, out of breath.

“She’s fine, has a cut on her leg, but I trust her to get it healed in time, I'm pretty sure she's in her tent,” the girl responded easily. Edmund gaped at the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Thank you!” Caspian said, already walking towards your tent, “You're the best!” he yelled over his shoulder at Alanis. She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she saw the Pevensies staring at her.

“What?” she inquired.

“Prince?” Susan repeated.

“Oh, yeah, Prince Caspian of Telemar, he's a good friend of Y/N’s,” she replied.

“Why would she want to talk to him and not me?” Edmund asked angrily, Alanis didn't know if he was talking to himself or not, but she decided to answer anyway.

“After you left, Y/N was quite upset, when Caspian stumbled into Narnia looking for refuge from his tyrannical uncle, Y/N took him in, and they sort of hit it off. Caspian’s really been the only one to get through to her over the years...” she said the last part solemnly.

Edmund let out a huff, but did not further question it, instead he turned to the direction Caspian had run off, the direction of your tent.

“Y/N?” Caspian called as he reached your tent.

The voice startled you out of your thoughts, “Who is it?” you asked.

“It's me, Caspian.”

“Oh, come in, Caspian!” you let out a sigh of relief. Caspian entered and instantly wrapped you in a hug.

“When I didn't see you helping the wounded, I worried about you,” he said into your shoulder. You let out a soft chuckle.

“I'm fine, just…. avoiding someone,” you said, pulling away and averting your gaze.

“Who? Wait, was it who Alanis was talking to?” you just nodded.

“Who are they?” he prodded. You just blinked at him, surprised he hadn't figured it out. When you didn't answer, it seemed to click, “ Those are the Kings and Queens of Narnia?” he asked, shocked.

“Yup,” you replied with a slow nod, not meeting his gaze again.

“Which one… I mean, aren't you happy to see them?” he asked, raising a hand to rub your back soothingly.

“Of course I am! But I'm also mad! They really think they can walk in here and think everything will be the same! UH! I just, I have a lot of emotions right now and I need some time to think before I blow up at them by accident,” you confided in Caspian.

He nodded, “Okay, that's okay, do you want me to stay and talk? Or would you rather work through it alone?”

You paused. “I think I want to be alone.”

“Alright, well if you change your mind, I won't wander far,” he said with a smirk.

You laughed slightly, and Caspian turned to leave.

“Caspian?” you called before he fully exited the tent.

“Yes?”

“Be nice to them, I may be mad at them, but they're still my friends,” you gave a lopsided smile.

Caspian smiled back at you, “You got it,” and with that he left you to your thoughts.

When Caspian returned to the group, Edmund couldn't help himself, “How is she?” he asked before Caspian even reached them.

“She's fine,” he said with a small smile, before he realized who he was talking to, he immediately dropped to a knee, “your majesties.”

“There's no need to kneel,” Susan told Caspian, a small smile on her face.

“Well, I don't know--” Edmund started but Lucy was quick to jab him in the side and fix him with a glare.

“It's lovely to meet you all, Y/N has told me lots about you,” Caspian said, a large smile dawning on his face now.

“She has?” the siblings inquired, being under the impression that you now hated them.

“Oh of course! Queen Susan the Gentle, Queen Lucy the Valiant, High King Peter the Magnificent, and King Edmund the Just!” he said pointing to each of them as he spoke excitedly, when he reached Edmund they both gave each other unsure looks.

Caspian averts his gaze from Edmunds, “She speaks highly of you all, she has told me all about your adventures,” Caspian continued.

Caspian made sure to distract the Kings and Queens for the rest of the night, knowing you need the space.

It was late evening by the time you left your tent, you walked quickly with your head down, and when you managed to slip into the healers tent without being seen, you left out a sigh of relief.

When you looked up, you could see Eloise giving you a firm look.

Guiltily you said, “I know, I know, I should have come sooner .”

The older lady gave you a slight smile at your humour, “Then why didn't you, Y/N,” despite the smile on her face, she fixed you with a hard look. She gestured for you to sit on the cot next to the door.

“I was… hiding?” you offer with a nervous smile as you sit down.

Eloise rolled her eyes, “You can't hide forever, my dear,” she said while getting to work cleaning your wound.

You let out a long sigh, “I don't intend to, I just… I just need tonight,” you look down, at the slice in your leg, avoiding her gaze, “I wasn't ready for this,” you mumbled. Eloise gently patted your leg, but didnt say anything else until you were all patched up.

“You're good to go my dear,” she gave you a knowing smile and you got up and left the tent.

Your next stop was to try and get some food, and on your way there, you were met with one of you Generals.

“My Queen,” the minotaur in front of you greeted.

“General,” you nodded at him, “We should start packing up at first light, I want to be back at the Capitol by nightfall,” you told him.

The minotaur nodded, “I will let the others know.” and with that he walked off.

After that, you managed to grab some leftover soup and sneak back into your tent, unnoticed by anyone else.

You were one of the first people up in the camp the next morning haven't hardly slept at all last night, too worked up about the return of the Pevensies and all your feelings. You quickly packed up your tent, after 5 years of setting up and taking down camps, you've gotten quite efficient at it. You kept your head down for the rest of the morning, silently helping your troops pack up, and slyly avoiding all your friends, even Caspian and Alanis. It wasn’t until you were walking through the woods that you felt the need to talk to someone. You knew that Edmund was trailing close behind you, but you could see Susan walking a little ways ahead of you, and opted to talk to her first. Picking up your pace you passed a few groups of soldiers, falling into step beside the brunette. Susan turned to you surprised, you gave her a small smile, Susan turned to look behind the both of you, and you knew she was looking for Edmund.

“So…” you began, “how was England?”

Susan looked perplexed, so you pressed further, “What is your life like there? Are you still in school? Have you found anyone?” you nudged her shoulder at the last bit, and she finally cracked a smile.

“I’ve finished school, I’ve been working as a secretary. And, no, I haven't found anyone…” she answered, adding, “and for the record, Edmund hasn’t found anyone else either.”

You sighed, of course she would bring it up.

“Y/N…” she continued.

“Thank you Susan, but I think that’s a matter for me and Edmund to discuss.” and with that you picked up your pace once more, leaving the brunette behind.

You caught up with Caspian, who was close to the front of the group.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Have you talked to them?”

You nodded hesitantly, “Susan.”

“Edmund?”

“No.”

“Why not?” he asked, exasperated.

“I’m waiting until we get to the Capitol,” you replied simply.

Caspian rolled his eyes at you, “I didn’t blow that stupid horn for you not to talk to him,” Caspian spit out, then promptly clamping his mouth shut, instantly regretting what he said.

“You what ?” you turned to him, nearly stopping in the middle of the forest, but thinking better of it.

“I-- I just, I saw how stressed you’ve been over the past few years, I figured you could use the help!”

You were fuming now. “How dare you. That horn isn’t a toy Caspian!” When he didn’t say anything, and just stood there, looking at you with that pitying face, you huffed and stormed off, taking up the lead of the group.

Thankfully, you weren’t too far from the Capitol at this point. Some of the children who were playing in the streets of the Capitol saw you approaching and quickly yelled, announcing the arrival of the army. You walked through the streets of the Capitol, leading your soldiers to the castle that sat on top of the hill. When you reached the steps of the castle you gestured for the Pevensies to join you and Caspian in your greeting of your people.

“Citizens of Narnia, I am happy to announce that the Archenland Armies have retreated from Narnia. I am also happy to announce the return of your Kings and Queens. I present to you, Queen Susan the Gentle, Queen Lucy the Valiant, High King Peter the Magnificent, and King Edmund the Just,” you pause for the applause, “I hope that you all welcome them with open arms and kindness,” you finish. You turn to Peter with a nod and he begins addressing the people. You avoid the look Edmund gives you.

When Peter finishes, you are the first one to enter the castle. But Edmund is close behind, “ Welcome them with open arms? That's rich coming from you! ” he yells from behind you, you keep walking, knowing he’s following you, you really didn’t want to do this in front of the whole kingdom. You lead him up the stairs, “You’re still ignoring me! This is childish Y/N!” you were almost to your room at this point, you turn around to say “I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t want to do this in front of everyone,” you turn back around, opening the door to you room, Edmund is quick to follow you in and close the door.

“So what?” he asks when you finally look him in the eyes.

“What?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“What’s with you, I thought you’d be happy to see me!”

You scoff, “What? Did you expect to come in and save the day and for me to go Oh Edmund, my knight in shining armor I missed you so much ,” freigning a swoon, and then promptly standing back up to shoot him with a glare, you continue, “Sorry to break it to you, King Edmund , but it doesn’t work like that. Of course I’m happy to see you but I’m also pissed off. Do you know who had to pick up Narnia after you left? Do you know who had to take care of the people you so swore to protect? Me, Edmund! Everyone turned to me, I had no one to rely on and I had to run a country all by myself .”

“We didn’t mean to leave…” he replies weakly, and when he sees your annoyed expression, he adds, “And I tried to get back to you! I swear! I tried everything!”

There were tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, “I know,” you said softly.

“I missed you,” he whispered, at this point your faces were only inches away from each other. You leaned in, pressing a light, loving kiss to his lips, Edmund immediately reacted, arms wrapping around your waist, as yours tangled in his hair. You pulled away just long enough to say, “I missed you too,” before going back in.

The kiss grew more heated as the two of you realized how long it had been since you had touched the other, hands explored each others bodies and you pulled Edmund towards the bed, Edmund broke the kiss to remove both of his shirt and your corset top, he looked at your body, eyes lovingly scanning your face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” you said, pushing him down onto the bed.

You climbed on top of him, “I never… got with anyone else you know, ever,” Edmund mumbled.

“Me neither,” you pressed a rough kiss to his lips, but he pushed you back lightly.

“What about Caspian?” he searched your eyes, which you rolled at the question.

“We’re only friends, I promise, well… yeah,” Edmund fixed you with a look that said he knew you were hiding something, even after all these years he still knew your tells. “Okay, well, lets just say that some nobles have taken a certain interest in me since I became Queen, and when Caspian started hanging around, their propositions cut back drastically,” you chose your words carefully as you spoke, and Edmund slowly nodded, “So, whenever there was an event, I would rope Caspian into joining me, as a form of, er, protection? We never did anything, we would just have some drinks, chat, and dance a little, basically as long as I was preoccupied the nobles were less likely to approach me.”

“Okay,” Edmund said, nodding slowly. A smile grew on his face and he pulled your back in for another kiss.

When the two of you had finished, and were cuddling comfortably in your bed, you heard a knock at the door, “If you two are done, dinner is going to be served soon!” the voice of Caspian came from the other side. You and Edmund looked at each other, and you shrugged, “I could go for another round before dinner,” a grin was plastered to your face, and Edmund had a matching one.

“Me too,” he said, pulling you on top of him.

Lets just say the others weren’t surprised when the two of you showed up to dinner late, giggly, red faced, and slightly disheveled.

#the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader

[joedirtymadre]

Cocky - Part 1

SABO X READY! FLUFF! (PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!)

You were practicing Fish-man Karate with Hack. You were lucky enough to learn, as Hack wasn’t too sure if you would get the hang of it. “I don’t know why you didn’t choose to learn the Dragon Claw Fist,” Sabo sighed as he watched you two.

“It looks interesting, plus your fighting style doesn’t really suit me,” you explained. “Ah…” Sabo sulked. “Oh come on, we all know you just want some alone time with (Y/N)~” Koala cooed. “H-Huh!?” Sabo asked. “Why else would you beg her to learn the Dragon Claw Fist,” she laughed. “Cause it’s a good technique!” He defended. “Sure~ Sure~” Koala shrugged, as she walked away.

“Well that’s enough for today,” Hack said. “Alright, thank you again for teaching me Hack,” you smiled. “If I were you I’d go pay some attention to your pal over there,” Hack said softly as he patted my shoulder. “Huh?” You questioned and looked over to a bummed Sabo. You rolled your eyes and walked over.

You took a seat next to him, “Hi Sabo,” you smiled. “Hi (Y/N)…” he said softly. “So what’s that one move you do? Where your hand looks like a scary dragon’s claw,” you asked as you shaped your hand like a claw. “You really wanna know?” He asked, with sparkling eyes. “Yeah,” you laughed. “Well it’s like this,” he said as he carefully grabbed your hand and fixed the form.

You looked up and realized how close he was… “So then you keep your hand like this. Hey, are you listenin-“ Sabo cut himself off as he looked up and realized how close he was. He immediately backed away, his face turning into a tomato. “S-Sorry! Didn’t realize how close I got…” he stumbled. “It’s f-fine…” you said as you felt your cheeks heat up.

It’s not like you’ve never thought Sabo was handsome, but you never really considered any relationships once you’ve joined the revolutionary army. But now… you’re feeling your heart race a little. “Hey (Y/N)? (Y/N)!” He said as he waved a hand in front of your face. You were snapped out of your thoughts, “O-Oh, sorry about that. I was just thinking of something,” you explained.

“Were you thinking about how handsome I am?” Sabo said, cockily. “In your dreams,” you rolled your eyes and stood up. “Hey! Where are you going?” He asked as he followed you. “To grab something to eat, wanna join me?” You asked as you turned around. “Ooh! Asking me on a date now, are we?” Sabo asked, raising one of his brows. “Nevermind…” you sighed. “No! No, I’ll come,” he said as he ran after you.

You smiled as he reached you. You looked over secretly and watched how cool he was trying to look. He had his hands in his pockets and his head held high. “See something you like?” He asked, as he looked over to you. “Just noticed how you're about to trip over a rock,” you pointed out. “A ro-!” He cut himself off as he did trip over a medium sized rock. You walked over and knelt down beside him. “I told you, should’ve listened to me,” you giggled as you noticed his face turn red from embarrassment.

“Awe, are you blushing? Must be because I’m here,” you said, deciding to join in on the jokes. “You’re right,” he said smoothly, making you disheveled. “H-Huh?” You stuttered, as you felt your cheeks heat up again. He slowly sat up and faced you, “You’re right, I can’t keep my cool around you,” he frowned. “Haha, nice jok-“ he interrupted you. “I’m not kidding, whenever you’re around I don’t act like myself…” he said slowly.

“Y-You’re just messing with me…” you blushed. “I’m not,” Sabo said as he carefully, but quickly grabbed my hand. You felt your face explode, “Look who’s blushing now, probably cause I’m here, right?” he smirked. “So you are messing with me!” You huffed as you used your free hand to smack his head. “Ow!” He said. You quickly stood up and marched off to the cafeteria. “Wait! (Y/N)!” You heard Sabo call out, but you were too steamed up and a little embarrassed. So you continued your stomping to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. “Stupid Sabo, and his stupid cute face,” you muttered.

Sabo’s POV

“(Y/NNN)…” I whined as I watched her stomp away. “You messed up, huh?” Koala asked, popping out of nowhere. “Yeah…” I said, tearfully. “Idiot,” Koala sighed. “Yeah, I know…” I pouted. “But I’ll get her one day, she’ll eventually fall for me,” I said, quickly regaining composure. “That cocky attitude is what made you mess up in the first place,” Koala pointed out. “What can I say, it’s part of my charm,” I smirked and headed off to find (Y/N).

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[winter-soldier-101]

You are not her! Part 4

Word count:1877

(Y/N) flew over many buildings before landing in a forest with cannibal she made a little clearing and started to build a little house as cannibal kept watch after all Bravos was dangerous.

The maester looked at (Y/N) told her she was with child (Y/N) let out a small cry she always wanted to be a mother and now she’ll be one after seeing Rhaenyra have two beautiful boys (Y/N) knew this was her one time to be happy that Daemon didn’t give her moon tea.

Going home

A loud roar can be heard as (Y/N) flew over Kings Landing she was let in and made her way to the Throne Room but not alone her son and daughter are right beside their mother as they finally meet their King and Queen and uncles and aunt and cousins.

Rhaenyra looks over at the one person who would never leave her side as she looks on and she doesn’t recognize the person in front of her.

Daemon sees her (Y/N) has grown very beautifully and Daemon can’t stop staring at her.

“Father these are my children Aragon my son and Aemma my daughter” (Y/N) says looking at her father and seeing him smile as he slowly stood up and hobbled down the steps and hugs (Y/N) tight, afraid to let her go fearing she may leave again.

“I’ve missed you, my little dragon. I'm glad you are home again with children of your own, I’ve missed you (Y/N)” Viserys says with tears falling down his face as he hugs you once more.

Finding a match.

Rhaenyra sits down and listens to men and boys fight for her hand as (Y/N) and Ser Cole stand by her side.

“…. The wall Blackhaven are unscalable vassal stones and the castle is surrounded by a deep dry moat it is well fortified against any Dornish incursions and through my seat maybe lesser in size it is situated most pleasingly…. The view across the Marches is inspiring so said Queen Alysanne herself when she honored my father and I…” Lord Dondarrion was saying.

“Tell me Lord Dondarrion, did you think my great grandmother was as beautiful as they say?” Rhaenyra asks him.

“That was half a century ago Princess” He answered back looking confused at her question.

“Yes it was” Rhaenyra says and (Y/N) lets a little laugh come out and covers her mouth soon after and everyone in court starts to laugh.

“That was unseemly Princess” Lord Boremund tells her.

“The man is older than my father it’s unseemly for him to put himself forward as a contender for my hand” Rhaenyra tells Lord Boremund.

“Next” Lord Boremund yells out.

A young Lord walks up and Rhaenyra looks around shocked.

“And now a child,” Rhaenyra says.

“The Blackwoods are an ancient house with a formidable army in the River lands they once ruled as Kings. The blood of the first men still flows in their veins…. Go on” Lord Boremund tells Rhaenyra then looks at the young lord and nods to him to continue.

“My Princess ours is a bond that has long endured since Lucas Blackwood the grand sire of my grand sire aided the Dragon in his war of conquest” Lord Willem Blackwood starts to say.

“Aye the Blackwoods truly turned the tide on that one” Lord Jerrel Bracken says while everyone chuckles.

“Coursed with the blood of the first men our history is deeply rooted in this land which your house has made its home if chosen as your match Princess your days shall be easy and nights safe under my protection” Willem Blackwood finishes saying.

“Protection? The Princess has a dragon you dumb cunt” Jerrel Bracken says making everyone laugh at the Lord.

“Bracken” a voice calls out for him.

“I could learn to like that one, let us have the next” Rhaenyra says sighing while Willem stomps off.

“Craven” Jerrel calls out to him.

Willem Blackwood stops and pulls out his sword and so does Jerrel.

Rhaenyra looks at you and Ser Cole then at Lord Boremund “we’re leaving” Rhaenyra says while getting up and pulling you with her.

“Sheathe that steel you twats” Lord Boremund says.

“Send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship” Rhaenyra tells Ser Cole.

“Princess we are due in Bitterbridge in three days' time” Ser Cole says to Rhaenyra.

“I would happily row myself and (Y/N) back to King's Landing if it brought an end to this ridiculous pageant”Rhaenyra says as gasps and cries are heard behind her she and (Y/N) turn around and see the duel has come to an end Willem Blackwood stabs Jerrel Bracken and he falls to the floor and dies.

“Don’t look Princesses” Ser Cole says trying to push you both away from the scene.

The ship ride home was relaxing and smooth for (Y/N) she stayed in her cabin as Rhaenyra walked around the ship, the smooth sailing didn’t last long when the ship swayed violently.

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra race up from the harbor to the carriage as they make their way to the Red Keep.

“Uncle Daemon is back” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N).

“I wonder what father will say to him?” (Y/N) asks Rhaenyra.

The Red Keep

Daemon walks in and everyone is silent as Daemon walks up and is stopped by the KingsGuard.

“Add it to the chair,” Daemon says, throwing a weapon on the floor.

“You wear a crown. Do you also call yourself King?” Viserys asks Daemon.

“Once we smashed the triarchy they named me “King of the Narrow Sea” but I know that there is only one true King You Grace” Daemon says to Viserys and kneels before him.

“My crown and the Stepstones….are yours”Daemon says, taking off his crown and holding out his crown to Viserys.

“Where is Lord Corlys?” Viserys asks Daemon.

“He sailed home to Driftmark” Daemon tells Viserys.

“Who holds the Stepstones?” Viserys asks.

“The tides the crabs and 2,000 dead triarchy corsairs staked to the sand to warn those who might follow” Daemon says to Viserys.

Viserys walks down and takes Daemon's crown and gives it to a guard and looks back at Daemon “Rise” and Viserys gives Daemon a little hug.

“The realm owes you a great debt brother, come” Viserys says, giving Daemon a hug and leading him outside.

Viserys stands by Daemon and Alicent as he tells her stories of their childhood (Y/N) and Rhaenyra walked over to them and smiles at everyone.

“Congratulations on your victory uncle” (Y/N) and Rhaenyra says at the same time to Daemon.

“Thank you Princess’s ” Daemon says looking at you both.

“Perhaps Prince Daemon would care for a tour of the gallery? He hasn’t seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Noruos and Qohor” Alicent says, smiling at Daemon and Viserys.

“Would you like to see the tapestries?” Viserys asks Daemon, laughing.

“He has no interest in such things” Viserys says laughing at Alicent.

“I would like to see them” (Y/N) says looking at Alicent.

“Then you should not deprive yourself” Viserys tells (Y/N).

“Then I shall enjoy them alone” (Y/N) says leaving as Rhaenyra follows her and sits down on a bench as (Y/N) walks into the castle alone like always.

Later that night

(Y/N) walks to her room but hears little Helaena cry’s and (Y/N) walks into the room and sees Alicent holds her and she looks sad and angry and hurt that she can’t get her to stop crying.

“Can I hold her?” (Y/N) asks Alicent.

Alicent gives (Y/N) Helaena and she stops crying as (Y/N) rocks her.

“How did you get her to stop crying?” Alicent asks giving (Y/N) a hug.

“I don’t know I just felt like she needed me so I came and now she’s asleep” (Y/N) says smiling down at Helaena and putting her in her bed and leaving Alicent as she whispers a thank you to (Y/N).

(Y/N) goes to her room and dreams of happy memories not knowing trouble was coming in the morning.

The morning everything changed

Rhaenyra pulls you into her room as you walk out of your and begins to tell you about her night with Ser Cole and how she’s no longer a maiden. As (Y/N) left Rhaenyra’s room (Y/N) could hear Viserys yelling for Daemon so (Y/N) snuck in the hidden passageway and listened to Viserys and Daemon.

“My daughter won’t you even deny it?” Viserys asks Daemon walking around his body as he lay on the floor.

“I need to understand the charge before I can attempt to discredit it” Daemon says looking up at Viserys.

“You defiled her!” Viserys yells out kicking Daemon.

“You still say nothing,” Viserys says, looking down at him.

“What does it matter brother? When we were Rhaenyra’s age we fucked our way through most of the brothels on the street of silk” Daemon tells Viserys.

“We were young men, she is just a girl, your niece,” Viserys says.

“Rhaenyra is a woman grown as is (Y/N). Better her first experience be with me than some whore” Daemon says looking up at Viserys.

“You fucking— you ruined her! What lord will wed her now? In this condition?” Viserys asks while choking Daemon.

“Who gives a fuck what some lord thinks? You are the dragon, your word is truth and law” Daemon says.

“I have spent a lifetime defending you but your heart is even blacker than I thought I should have disinherited her as I already did you and be done with it” Viserys says looking down at Daemon.

“We’d her to me. When I have you my crown you said I could have anything I want Rhaenyra I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the traditions of our house” Daemon says panting.

“You are already wed” Viserys says looking at him.

“That didn’t stop Aegon the conqueror from taking a second wife” Daemon tells Viserys.

Viserys pulls his dagger out and holds it to Daemon's throat “You are no conqueror…… You are a plague…. Sent to destroy me” Viserys says, holding the dagger tighter.

“Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife and we will return the house of the dragon to its proper glory” Daemon tells Viserys.

“Of course it’s not my daughter you list form is it? It’s my throne. Go back to the Vale Daemon to your lawful wife, strive to restore whatever scrap of honor remains in you or don’t matters not to me as long as you are gone from my sight for good” Viserys says leaving Daemon on the floor as he makes his way out of the room.

“As you wish brother” Daemon says slowly getting up from the floor.

(Y/N) walks out and runs to her room and stays there till she hears Alicent call for her and ask her to help with the babies and (Y/N) goes to help and waits for Rhaenyra to come back and tell her what father told her in the meeting they had.

Wait for the sneak peek to part 5 it will get a little crazy I hope you all enjoy.

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[keerysfreckles]

saving you - peter parker

pairing: tom!peter x stark!reader

warnings: use of y/n, she/her, swearing, mentions of blood and fighting (scenes used from endgame)

a/n: i love peter parker sm i just HAD to write another blurb (also for my bexi boo mwah)

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y/n never thought she'd fight a giant purple alien from space, let alone fighting him twice. five years ago she was on titan fighting the alien, then she blipped, alongside half of the world.

five years later she's on the same planet fighting the same purple asshole.

herself and others all came out of different sized portals created by doctor strange. y/n walked out with peter parker, her best friend. she looked around, seeing the army of avengers, ready to fight the battle.

her and peter, and everyone else, got in their positions as they heard steve, "avengers. assemble."

and with those two words, the team of most likely one hundred people ran towards thanos' army.

sam and valkyrie ended up in the sky at some point during the battle, while everyone else mostly stayed on the ground. scott turned huge again since the fight in germany, and immediately started stomping on the evil aliens.

the rest of the avengers started fighting the aliens that remained on the ground. bucky snd rocket shooting them together, with groot branching his arms through the aliens' bodies.

y/n and peter never left each others side as they ran towards the battle. the avengers' goal was to get tony's gaunlet away from thanos once it had all six infinity stones in it. all they had to do was get thanos' gaunlet, easy.

ten minutes pass and most of the avengers are injured while lying on the ground, the only few remaining are tony, steve, thor, peter, y/n, clint, valkyrie and pepper.

dealing with the team of eight they have, they create a plan to beat thanos.

"y/n, sweetheart i know you can fight and i know you can fight well," tony starts, placing his hands on his daughters shoulders, "but i need you to run away, i don't want you anywhere near here when we get the stones, capisce?"

a concerned look shows up on y/n's face, "what? dad, no, i'm not just leaving you guys here. let me he-"

y/n got cut off by tony hugging her, followed by pepper hugging her as well.

the family of three backed up from each other. tony looked back to the rest of the remaining avengers, giving y/n the signal to walk away.

yes, she was going to walk away from the problem, but as she saw her father, and peter start running towards thanos she knew she couldn't just watch.

taking out the ninja stars she has in her suit, she throws them at thanos' wrist to try and get his gaunlet off.

"what- y/n! i told you to run!" tony yells from inside his suit, while blasting thanos.

"i told you, i'm not just leaving you guys!" y/n yells.

tony backs away slightly, before finding clint with the red iron man gauntlet. tony takes it from him and passes it to peter. "peter run!" tony yells before going back to fight with thanos.

y/n watches as peter runs from thanos with her dad's gaunlet.

peter runs as fast as he can before he gets knocked down into a pile of rubble. a giant blue and yellow beam comes down in front of him.

"hi- hello," peter stutters to the blonde woman, "i'm peter parker."

"well peter parker," the woman starts, "you have something for me?"

peter nods as he hands her tony's gaunlet before she flies off.

peter stands up from the rubble, and watches in shock as y/n is on thanos' shoulders trying to fight him.

"y/n!" he yells as he watches thanos throw the poor girl at least 100 yards away. peter immediately runs after to look for her, "um- mr. stark, sir i'm going to try and find y/n."

"oh you better find my daughter alive parker," tony grumbles into the teams shared intercoms.

finally seeing the sight of y/n rolled over onto her side, holding her stomach, peter removes the nano-tech mask from his face.

he rolls y/n over to see the girl with dust and small marks of blood on her face. "hey, hey y/n you gotta wake up. your dad's gonna kill me if you don't," peter laughs, shaking the girl.

"cmon, please wake up."

tears brim peter's eyes, seeing the girl he's fallen in love with get hurt right in front of his eyes.

the only thought going through the boys mind was that he never got to tell her how he felt.

as he talked on his com, his voice was weak. "mr- mr stark i need help! she isn't waking up!"

tony's heart rate drops. disregarding the giant purple alien in front of him, he flies over to where he saw peter run off to. he flies down to the ground to be met with an unconscious y/n in peter's arms.

"friday, read y/n's vitals," tony instructs his ai.

"vitals steady. oxegyn decreased 20%. heartbeat decreased 10%."

"shit," tony mumbles. "you stay with her kid, i have to beat this asshole," he gestures back to thanos. "keep her alive!" tony yells as he flies back to the main fight going on.

peter looks down at y/n again, still with tears threatening to spill over. "y/n," his voice cracks, "please don't leave me."

the tears mentioned before finally spill, leaving peter's cheeks hot and lips trembling. he leans down and presses his lips to hers, while holding her jaw in his hand.

"please, please, please," peter kept mumbling against her lips, tears not decreasing in pace.

peter notices y/n start breathing heavier, he starts shaking her again. "hey, hey cmon, y.n wake up. i cant lose you, i just can't y/n."

peter sighs, "i love you."

y/n starts coughing slightly, before rolling over onto her hands and knees and coughing more than before.

peter immediately starts rubbing his hand up and down her back, "hey, thatta girl," he laughs slightly, glad she's okay, "cough it all up."

"oh my god," y/n gasps, before sitting on her knees on the ground.

"are you okay?" peter asks, keeping his hand on her lower back. y/n only nods, while peter places a kiss on the top of the girls head.

"i love you too," y/n whispers after leaning her head against peter's shoulder.

breaking away from each other, the two teenagers turn around to see a giant multicolored beam shoot up into the sky, yet the two didn't see thanos with the gaunlet at all.

y/n gasps lightly, before running to where the others were. peter followed after, "no, no, no," y/n keeps mumbling to herself as they got closer to the rest of the team.

peter got in front of y/n, incase anything was a threat to them. y/n couldn't see what was going on, but she saw the group surrounding someone lying on the floor.

she looked around, not seeing her father anywhere. a thousand thoughts flooded the girls' mind.

she heard peter talk to someone, but his words were muffled as her brain wouldn't let her think the worst possible solution happened.

pepper holds peter in her arms, comforing the boy, which left a small pathway for y/n to go through.

"dad," y/n whispers, jogging to her father who was leaning against a piece of a broken ship. "dad hey, cmon, get up. we have to go back home."

y/n grabs his hand as she starts crying, she couldn't hold her tears back any longer.

tony looks up at his daughter weakly before placing his other hand on the side of her face, "tell parker he better take good care of you," tony says weakly, making y/n nod and smile softly.

tony leans up with the rest of the energy he has left and kisses y/n's cheek. y/n and the rest of the group watch as tony leans back against the broken ship, and see his arc reactor light dim.

"no, no, no, no," y/n keeps mumbling tapping on the arc reactor.

her heart drops when the light fully turns off. everything around her goes quiet as she leans her forehead on her fathers chest.

this was it. she'd never see him again. never talk to him again. never tell him how her first day of senior year was. never tell him how amazing her first date with peter went. nothing.

pepper lets go of peter to go bid tony a final goodbye. peter helps y/n up off of her father and immediately holds her head to his own chest.

he tries his best to calm her down by cooing to her.

"shhh."

"it'll all be okay."

"you're so strong, you're going to get through this."

"i'll always be here for you."

"i'll always protect you y/n."

y/n lifts her head to look peter in the eyes. "you better not leave me parker," y/n kisses his cheek.

"never in a million years," the boy replies, holding the girl close to him, kissing the top of her head again.

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Young Love and Old Money

Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: sexual images at the start, swearing, minor mentions of wounds, Julian and George being adorable.

Masterlist

Welcome to Hell - December 1944

His lips trailed feather-like kisses down her neck, trailing between the valley of her breast and down her stomach. Hot breath mingled between their lips as he kissed her passionately, his fingers digging into her hip bones.

“Lewis…please,” Josie's voice was hoarse and came out barely above a whisper but Lewis heard every word.

“Use your words my Darling. Tell me what you want,” Lewis growled, he could feel himself growing impatient and the urge to ravage his wife grew stronger by the minute. It had been months since they lay together and despite Lewis enjoying Josie’s company in the daytime, he couldn’t help the jealousy growing within him as he watched her laughing with Webster and Luz. As soon as he managed to drag her away from them and back to his own room, well the room he shared with Dick but Dick knew better than to come back to his room tonight.

“You’ve been teasing me all day Darlin’, how do you expect me to control myself,” he’d whined when he finally kissed his wife, tugging her lip between his teeth teasingly.

“Well Lewis, I’m sure you’ll find a way to reward yourself for such restraint,” Josie laughed, trailing her fingers across his shoulders, tugging at the lapel of his jacket.

“Oh, I’m sure I will.”

“Lew? Lew, come on. You’ve got to get up. Elements of the first and sixth Panzer Divisions have broken through in the Ardennes forest. We’re moving out in an hour. Come on Nix, get up!” Dick demanded, shoving Lewis causing him to nearly topple out of the bed.

“Jesus Christ Dick! What’s a man gotta do to get some sleep around here?”

“Not be in the 101st Airborne apparently,” Dick joked, throwing Lewis’ ODs at him. “Hurry up Lew.”

Lewis stomped out of his room, trailing after Dick at an increasingly slow pace, his jump boots scuffing at the tarmac as he dragged his way towards the jeep.

“This is bullshit. Why does everything seem to become the issue of the 101st? You’d think we were the only damn battalion in the whole ETO,” Lewis grumbled, glaring at Dick who sat with an amused smile on his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re so chirpy about. It’s not like we’re going on vacation.”

“No. I just find it humorous watching you complain.” Dick groaned slightly as Lewis thrust his elbow into his friend's stomach.

“You just keep laughing, Winters.”

“Nixon, may I have a word?” The matron's stern voice caused Josie to turn hastily, hurrying over in her direction.

“Yes Matron,” Josie resisted the urge to salute her, despite neither of them being in the army the Mateon ruled with an iron fist and reminded Josie of how Lewis had described Captain Sobel.

“I need to send some nurses to help at a field hospital in Bastogne, Belgium. Unfortunately, I can’t spare any nurses so I thought I could send some VADs instead. Would you be interested?”

Josie nodded and accepted the Matron's offer, not that the Matron showed any kind of enthusiasm towards the situation.

“Good, you’ll be leaving the hospital tomorrow morning. Be ready to leave at 0700 sharp.”

“George, do ya think you could keep it down? Some of us are trying to get some Goddamn sleep,” Bill's voice squawked from his foxhole causing George to laugh louder.

“For fuck sake!” Bill continued to grumble but George couldn’t contain his laughter, burying his head into Julian’s neck who was spluttering, trying to contain his own giggle.

The loud crouching of boots approaching from behind them caused the pair to pull away, Julian frantically trying to straighten his jacket where George had shimmied his hands inside to keep warm.

“Captain Nixon, Sir,” they both saluted the captain but Lewis just watched them with a bemused grin. The pair sorely saluted him, managing to get away with it as Josie’s close friends so this behaviour was unusual for them.

“Why do I get the feeling that you two are up to something?” Lewis asked, sliding down opposite them in the foxhole. “You look suspicious.”

“What? Us?”

“No!”

“We’re not..”

“I mean..”

“Guys, relax. I’m just messing with you. It’s okay I know about you anyway.” Lewis relaxed, leaning his head back against the cold, icy ground.

The pair opposite him looked confused, George’s chin chattered as he went to speak. “What do you know?”

Julian’s eyes were wide and he resembled Lewis’ dog when she thought she was in trouble for something. Although most of the time Lewis never punished her for anything, he had been besotted with that dog.

“You know? I know… about you two. Josie told me everything. It’s fine,” Lewis smiled at them reassuringly but his confession did nothing to lessen their nerves.

“You know everything? But you know it’s illegal right?” George asked, leaning forward as if Lewis couldn’t hear what they were trying to tell him. “We could be shot!”

Lewis had never seen George Luz so serious and it broke his heart to realise just how worried the pair were about him finding out the truth.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Alright. I swear I won’t say a word. I’m happy for you both, I really am. You mean a lot to Josie, which means you also mean a lot to me too.” Lewis looked at the pair sincerely, reaching his hand forward to shake both their hands, cold fingers brushing against each other in a shaky handshake.

“She did what?” Julian’s face was panicked, he looked at George worriedly, resisting the urge to grab his hand.

“It’s alright. My lips are sealed,” Lewis assured them and felt as much relief as they did when the pair visibly relaxed against each other once more.

“Thank you, Captain Nixon,” Julian spoke up, his pink nose peeking out from beneath the scratchy, brown blanket he was wrapped in.

“Call me Lewis, you’re family after all.”

“I can’t believe she told him,” Julian sighed, tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes ready to overflow. “I trusted her.”

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Don’t cry, okay? We’ll be alright. Captain Nixon is a friend after all. I’m sure it will be okay,” George tried to comfort him, pulling Julian close into his chest and wrapping them both up in the blanket.

“But what if it’s not?” Julian whimpered, his face buried further into George’s neck.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere. Okay? You’re stuck with me.”

Lewis’ numb feet ached as his feet connected with the frozen ground, his legs swinging in long strides as he hurried towards the aid station. Ever since he’d received Josie’s letter informing him of her move to Bastogne he’d been desperate to see her, desperate to hold her, to kiss her.

He passed two wounded soldiers by the front door, one had his arm wrapped in some dirty, grey cloth while the other had an aid kit bandage wrapped around his head. Lewis' feet echoed on the cobbled, stone floor as he marched through the church, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies for any sign of his wife.

“Lewis?” A voice called from behind him. “Lewis, are you hurt? What are you doing here?”

Josie hurried towards him, flinging her arms around his neck. “Josie,” he whispered into her hair, his arms finding their home around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here, Lew?” Josie asked, running her fingers through her husband's dishevelled brown locks as she looked up at him worriedly.

“I came to see you. As soon as I got your letter I had to know you were okay.” Lewis admitted, feeling a little pathetic but also no longer caring, as long as his wife was safe that’s all that mattered.

Shouts from behind them caused the couples to pull apart and Josie hurried towards Eugene who was bringing in another wounded soldier.

“Lewis, I have to go but if you’re still here later then we can talk some more.”

Lewis felt lost as his wife slipped from his arms and ran over to the medic who was already reeling off the man’s condition. Lewis felt out of place here, he was of no use in a hospital but watching as his wife hurriedly applied a bandage he knew that Josie was where she belonged

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[polksaladbutler]

LUCKY

austin butler oneshot

warnings: fluff, petnames, slight mention of model!y/n, smut, overstimulation, orgasm denial (?), really bad writing pls cut me some slack lol

a/n: im so sorry if the writing is bad, im not good at lengthy fics especially when it’s smut in it. pls give me some tips! thank you so much <3

wc: 3.3K

you woke up to the noises of typing on the keyboard. before you could even tell where you were, you shouted out austin’s name. “yes y/n” “where are you..?” “beside you.” he chuckled. still half asleep, you turned your body towards him. he was typing some kind of email, whatever it was, it must’ve been for his work. you could barely even keep your eyes open. “go back to sleep~ it’s early.” he found your hand and planted a kiss on the top of it.

you stretched your arms out and groaned. “noooo i promised that we would spend our last day together having fun! like a bunch of fun.” you whined as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “i would be having just as much fun spending the day in bed with you.” he smiled while finishing up his email. “you’re so boring!” you laughed, finally you sat up to fully wake up. you looked at him and just stared in awe, he looked so handsome especially with the sun beaming on his tan soft skin.

he noticed you were gazing at him “you know, photos last longer.” he smirked and closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table that was on the side of the bed. “shut up” you playfully roll your eyes. “— i want to hang out today! you’ll be leaving me all by myself for god knows how long.”you declared, he was going to film some scenes for the second part of dune in budapest.

you just started dating austin shortly after he finished the filming of elvis. ever since then it’s been amazing. sure the interviews and events got in the way but at the end of the day, you were the one he came home to, but being far away from him, was a little more extreme than what you were you used to.

“i’m gonna take a shower.” you smiled as you got up out of bed and walked over to the closet. you picked out a semi-skin tight brown shirt, army green shorts, and your pretty pair of undergarments that you bought for yourself a few weeks back.

you walked to the bathroom and showered. you put on all of the necessities that you would after you’ve taken a shower. you got dressed in the clothes you picked out earlier. after that was all done you brushed your teeth and fixed up your hair. you put some concealer and mascara on, then topped it all off with perfume.

you walked out of the bathroom, you spotted austin all dressed and ready to go. “what happened to staying in bed all day?” you laughed walking towards him. “i decided, i couldn’t let you go out having fun all by yourself!” he said. you walked close to him, smelling the cologne you loved. “im kind of offended that you used the other shower instead of joining me…”you fake pouted. “you’ll be alright” he kissed your forehead and softly tapped your ass. “will i?” you giggled as you followed him out of the room.

you ran to where the keys were, “you’re driving!” you announced, grabbing the keys and placing them in his hands. “this day is supposed to be fun.” he said jokingly. he walked to the car, noticing that you were waiting for him to open the door. “you should have used the keys to open the door. instead of making me drive!” he began walking slower than before, checking his clothes for any fuzz on it and took his time to look at the flowers that were growing in the front yard. “austin im going to gouge your eyes out with my own two hands.” you stomped over and pushed him to the driver side door, you placed your hand on the handle and unlocked the car.

“thank you austin!” you teased, walking over to the other side of the car and got in. you put on your seatbelt and plugged your phone into the car. “what do you think you’re doing?” “huh?” “i control the music since im driving.” he grinned. you unplugged your phone and handed the cord to him. “where to first?” he plugged his phone in.

“whatever restaurant you want to go to. im hungry.” he nodded and backed out of the driveway.

you couldn’t help but look at him once again. the sunkissed combo couldn’t be beat. plus he was driving with one hand, which made him a trillion times hotter. he was dressed in an off-white button up with a wife beater under it, with black pants being held up with a black belt. to top it all off he had his black heeled boots on. “remember what i told you earlier about a picture?” “you know what, as a matter of fact i will!” you pulled out your phone and took a photo of him, multiple photos. “you are so handsome.”

he drove to the république café bakery, the place where you had your first date. it’s a french bakery, a place where you allowed yourself to feel like a snob nosed rich person.

“how’d you know i wanted to go here?” you smiled. “i just know my girl.” he leaned over to kiss your face. he walked out of the car and open the door for you. there were a few paparazzi out, you just kept your head down and didn’t look at any cameras. even though a lot of people knew about you two, the media likes to emphasize and the last thing you need right now is some emphasized media bullshit. you weren’t that used to paparazzi, most people don’t want photos of models in public unless they are eating something unhealthy or out with a more bigger celebrity.

“im sorry” he sighed as he opened the door for you. “don’t apologize aus. you’re irresistible, especially in that outfit.” you walked by him.

“hi, just two?” the waitress smiled. “yes ma’am” he answered back. he was always so polite. you both sat down and ordered your food.

“what do you plan on doing today?” he said with a mouth full of waffles. “don’t talk with your mouth full.” “you don’t talk with your mouth full.” he mocked you. “real mature.” you giggled, rolling your eyes. “— i was thinking about going to the grammy museum, then ice cream. i don’t wanna wear you out.” you smiled. “and why is that?” he smirked. “don’t ask questions!”

you both finished your food and got back in the car. “this better be worth it y/n, this place is one hell of a drive. you better be lucky im in love with you.” he put the directions on his gps and drove off. “it will be worth it!”

he was right, it was a hell of a drive, you fell asleep in the car. “babe, we’re here” you raised your head up and wiped the slobber coming from the side of your mouth. “you were snoring” he teases, unbuckling his seatbelt. “was not!” yes you were. he onced again opened the door for you and watched you get out the car. a lot of people stopped in their tracks, probably because they saw austin butler, he’d been everywhere lately, it’s super hard to miss him.

not too many people were asking to take photos with you however, again, people weren’t as fond of models than they were actors. you’re sure they took pictures of you holding his hand or something of that matter. you got inside and waited in line to purchase your tickets.

you walked through a bunch of different areas in the museum, seeing clips of artist accept awards, a literal grammy right in front of you, iconic artist outfits and of course, austin’s favorite, elvis.

“oh wow. elvis looks so handsome here!” you watched a few videos on a tiny screen that was playing his concerts. “oh shit didn’t you wear something like this? this is amazing!” you pointed to the 68’ comeback special outfit. he couldn’t get a word out because you just kept gawking about elvis, he didn’t mind it though.

“wait lemme get a picture of you in front of it!” you ran over to austin and scooted him to the elvis panel, you must’ve taken ten photos. “alright we can move on now.” you smiled.

you looked around more, saw some more iconic outfits and listened to more music. you discovered these instruments you could play. “does this piano work?” you pressed a few keys as a gasped left your lips, surprised that the piano actually worked. you adjusted the seat and sat in front of the piano, you looked back at austin. “i’m gonna play something that’s so grammy worthy, they’ll put me in this museum”

you cleared your throat and began singing“ohhh my love~” you weren’t playing the keys right at all. he started recording you without you even knowing. “my darling, i hunger for your touch. a long… lonely time… honestly i think i should’ve auditioned for elvis. i probably would’ve been your understudy” you patted your own back, jokingly. “i don’t know about that one.” he laughed and tucked his phone in his back pocket.

you and austin finished looking around and were ready to go to get ice cream. plus your legs were really tired. you painfully walked back to the car. “i workout every day and my legs hurt from walking for like an hour… why?!” you whined. he just laughed at you. “just go back to sleep, your legs will feel better.” he placed his hand on your thigh. “k…” you smiled and leaned back and went to sleep.

before you know it, you’re back home. “what about the ice cream?” you mumbled. “we can go out again. come on let’s take a nap.” he unbuckled his and yours seatbelt. you got out the car and got in the house. then both of you fell asleep on the couch.

“hey, i made us something to eat. i got ice cream from the store, don’t worry. i got popsicles too but they aren’t froze yet.” he leaned over the couch and kissed your face. “it smells good” “you should come and try it, it taste as good as it smells.” he announced from the kitchen.

you slowly got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. he had made cooked salmon and white rice. “oh my, we’ve got a chef… maybe you should just stay and cook for me.” you smiled sitting down across from him. “i’ll think about it.” he smiled back.

it was moments like this where you just couldn’t believe how blessed you were to be with austin. he was everything a girl wanted. the definition of boyfriend material right in front of you and he was all yours. though, you were worried about his projects getting in the way. you could barely handle the interviews, events, and constant traveling. what’s it gonna be like when he’s in different states, countries, even a different continent?

he told you not to worry, he told you that if it gets too bad, he’d come back for a break. you didn’t want him to just take a break just because you missed him. you told him you’d be fine. when you weren’t but you understood it’s work, not a side hobby. this is his job, not an activity anybody could do.

“you okay?” “yeah! im just, thinking.” you smiled, finishing your meal. “this was really good aus, thank you.” you got up from your seat, austin did the same. you took his plate and washed it, then put it away.

austin followed you up stairs and to the room. “damn we aren’t gonna be able to sleep, we already took a long ass nap.” you mentioned while fixing the bed up. “gives me more time with you before i leave.” he hugged you from behind, swaying your bodies. this man was so in love with you, he didn’t even care about sleepless nights as long as you were there.

“alright, i gotta change into my pajamas.” you laughed, removing austin’s arms from your waist. you walked into the bathroom and took your clothes off and put it in the hamper. since you already were in the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and put your hair up.

you accidentally forgot to grab your pajamas before you went to the bathroom, you walked out back into the bedroom in your new pair of intimates, ones that austin didn’t know about. “when did you buy those.” his eyes were glued to your body. “a few weeks ago.” you answered. “where was i?” “being interviewed i think.” you decided not to get any pajamas and just got into the bed.

he still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you chuckled. “im taking a mental picture, don’t worry.” he smirked. you sat up in bed scrolling on your phone, with your cleavage on full display. austin took quick looks at your body. “hey let’s watch a movie, your pick.” you smiled. “ferris bueller?” “you know me so well.”

you laid on austin’s chest, in between his legs as he slid his fingers up and down your waist. it was silent between the both of you, the only noises were from the movie, you contemplated on if you should say something or keep letting silence fill the room.

“im gonna miss you so much.” you said while you drew swirls on his chest with your finger. “im gonna miss you too, i’ll make sure to text and call you whenever i can.” he whispered. “i’ll make sure to answer.” you looked up, into austin’s eyes as he looked down at yours. god you couldn’t take it anymore.

you lift your body up to kiss him. you move your hand from his chest to cup his face. austin kept his hand on your waist, but his grip was a bit stronger. you moved on top but never removed your lips from him. “you don’t know what these things are doing to me.” austin took a breath, he toyed with the ends of your panties.

he pushed you up so he had more access to your chest. he pulled down your bra straps and moved your bra down to your waist. he kissed your exposed breast, focusing on one with his mouth and the other with his hand. his tongue flicked over your nipple rapidly. “mmm” you purred while you threw your head back while your hands are on his shoulders. his hand played with your breast, gently squeezing it. you pushed yourself from him. “what’s wrong?”

“let me please you” you smiled. “but-“ you shut him up with a sensual kiss then moved down on his body, leaving love marks on his neck and chest. listening to the hums he gave in response.

“i’m gonna need to cover those up before i go.” he smiles while rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. you played with the waistband of his boxers and rubbed him through the fabric.

hesitant, you slowly remove his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. he exhaled softly, bracing himself. “is this okay?” you looked at him through your eyelashes. “yeah baby.” he whispered in a low voice. you began stroking his length, preparing both you and him. your lips parted around him, austin couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip, lightly tugging at your hair. you swirled your tongue around his head. he moaned softly in response to your actions. “so good” he breathed.

you hollowed your cheeks and made eye contact with you. austin could barely keep his mind straight, as much as he wanted to look at you, it felt too good to maintain eye contact.

“y/n- i’m… please keep going.” he groaned, keeping his hand lightly on your head, still pulling at your hair. he bucked his hips up causing you to gag a little. “sorry…” “don’t worry bout it baby. i know that im making you feel good.” you placed his cock back in your mouth. using your hands and mouth. “fuck baby~” he gripped your hair tighter and pushed your head down as his warm essence flowed down your throat.

“shit.” he breathed. “lay on your back.” he demanded. you listened and laid down. “i don’t even wanna remove these. they look so pretty on your body.” he smirked, he carefully removed your lace panties and put them off to the side.

“so pretty…” he said lowly. he kissed your thighs and moved inwards from there. his lips finally met your folds, he glided his tongue up your slit and sucked on your clit. you gasped, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. you put one of your hands through his hair and bit your finger on the other.

he traced your slit with his finger, he slowly placed his finger inside you. your back arched and you grabbed the sheets. he held your hips down with one hand as he used the other to finger you. you moaned from the pained pleasure. “g’faster.” you plead to austin. “you sure angel?” “mhm.” you nodded your head quickly.

he went faster, he added a second finger, as well as going back to swirling and sucking on your bud. he hummed on your pussy, sending a vibration up your body.

he removed his mouth and switched the fingers he was using from pointer and middle to middle and ring finger. “please keep going aus… i’m… s’close.”

his fingers went faster, your eyes were closed shut tight. “aus.” everything suddenly stopped, no more pleasure, no more pain, just a remain of pent up need for austin. “why’d… why’d you stop” you panted. “i don’t want you to cum yet…”

he positioned himself in front of you, he spit on his hand and stroked himself a few times. he massaged your slit with his tip before slowly inserting himself inside of you. it was a slight burn feeling when he fit all of his length inside you.

he rocked his hips, going in and out of you. he set the pace, trying his best not to hurt you. you were still very sensitive. once you got used to the pain, it melted into pleasure.

austin began to pick up the pace, grinding a little more harder into you. hitting your g-spot just right. austin put his head in the crook of your neck. you scratched his back, he was hitting all the right spots that he knew drove you insane. “right there… please go… fas-ter.” your thoughts were scattered, he did as requested.

your hands grabbed his arms, unintentionally pushing his arms back making his arms slide. he got your hands off of him and restrained your hands by pinning them down on the bed.

your walls clenched around austin and you started seeing stars. austin started placing hickeys on your neck while thrusting faster and deeper into you. “you’re doing so good… taking me… so well.” he softly spoke in your ear, his praise was like music.

“it feels so good.” you slurred your words, trying to gain eyesight once again. “yeah?” he smirked against your skin. he barely removed himself out of you, he continuously rolled his hips against you. more mumbled curses and pleads fell from your lips.

“i can’t- im gonna come…” “go ahead baby.” he said. just like that a wave of bliss rushed over you. it was all over, for about 15 seconds.

austin buried his face in between your thighs in a matter of seconds.

“aus- what are you-“ your words were cut off by a choked moan. “you just taste s’good” he mumbled on your heat. your eyes rolled back as you jolted your hips up and grabbed his hair. you felt your stomach tight and warm salty tears ran down your face, as you dissolved into your next climax. “you’re such a good girl…” austin kissed your face.

your breath was heavy, he kissed your forehead. “i love you so much.”

“love you too, aus.”

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[mask-of-prime]

VG: Controlled Burn

Many years ago, during Mufasa and Scar's respective reigns... Vague pictures were coming back. There was a slash across the face, a crash, a loud snap. Times changed. The cackling of hundreds of hyenas as they took more than their share of kill. Separated from his family. That dark era under an irresponsible lion's rule had changed the mind of the ungulate forever... ____

Present day, one quiet morning... At Ndefu Grove, a certain fierce lioness stood atop a knoll as she conversed with her brother's summoned spirit. She summoned him not for advice from him, but an important lesson for both of them. Something she recently came around to learning.

Vitani looked on at the hazy air that continued to creep up the trees. Not a single galago in sight, as they'd evacuated from the inhospitable air quality.

"I think I see what you meant about being careful about the Roar, Nuka."

The fire-ghost surveyed the area along with his living sister. He saw the damage done to Ndefu Grove. Not all of it was ash, but the burned area still stuck out, telling a story.

"But... I don't think I need to be careful for the reason you think. I had to defend myself. Kiume was a threat."

"But, you still --"

"The Lions of the Past aren't displeased with me for using the Roar on another lion. I get that we're biased about our own kind, Nuka, I really do. But I learned, here, that the other animals matter just as much..."

Nuka looked skyward in deep thought. He must have misunderstood the voices of the past. They never really did tell him what exactly Vitani did wrong with the Roar, he just filled it in with whatever made the most sense.

"I need to approach things with more thought. I can't keep relying on the Fire Roar." she looked up at him, "No offense."

The spirit listened to an influx of whispers. He eventually looked down at Vitani, and smiled.

"None taken. You're really growing, Vitani. Those lion heads up there really like that."

Vitani softly smiled back, it vanished as her ears picked up on a voice that called to her from a distance.

"Think our time's up." Nuka rose, "Till ya need me again!"

POOF!

"Vitani!" the dark lion bounded through the knolls.

"...Kovu?" Vitani turned around, "What is it?"

When Kovu arrived, he had just missed Vitani talking to Nuka. One brother came so close to meeting the other for the first time in well over a year...

"Prey takeover at Pride Rock..." he panted, "Lion Guard trapped... Rogues are back..."

"The prey animals and the Rogue Trio?"

Vitani looked grim. No wonder things had gotten so quiet. Less prey animals than usual, no occasional complaints from the Pridelanders, and no recent plots from the Rogue Trio. Until now... They'd all had something to do with each other this whole time, and they chose Kupatana as their big day... ____

Near Pride Rock...

The royal pride had heard the army of herbivores approaching from miles away as hooved animals stomped the ground to sound the drums of war. The lions had spent the time they had bracing for battle, protecting themselves and each other as much as they could before more reinforcements could arrive.

"We're almost there, my bretheren!" shouted Ngurumo, "Sharpen your horns! Ready your hooves! Get your torches!"

The select army of ungulates and all other kinds of loyal followers did as told. Antelopes and buffalos stuck their horns out like spears, equines kicked and stomped their hooves, and other animals capable of holding objects -- including Karani the secretary bird -- ignited their torches.

"What's this, I see? A band of traitors?" Ngurumo chuckled, "Led by some of my favorite animals, of course! The biggest traitors of all; my former friend, my lifelong rival, and the local predator-lover, Ma Tembo! Funny, how all the enemies in my life have come together to conspire against me!"

"My friend, this senseless violence must stop." Nyumbu bleated.

"We're not friends anymore, you frail geezer!" the rhino smacked the elderly wildebeest away.

The elephant matriarch stepped in front of the antelope to protect him.

"Your extremist ways are unnaceptable!" she held up her trunk, "You are hurting your brothers and sisters in the Circle of Life on the day of Kupatana!"

Ngurumo smiled disgustingly, "You know, Ma Tembo, I almost considered you as a more fit leader of the Pridelands -- until you brought that stupid, woke lion-and-elephant-reenactment play back to Mizimu Grove!"

"It's called. The Ukumbusho." the matriarch's voice grew deep and firm, "It's a generations-long tradition, and if you know where us elephants' traditions come from, it's from impeccable memory of every moment of our lives since we arrived in this world. The elephants were there, that fateful day, when Askari's Lion Guard made peace with us all."

Zito spoke up, "Don't you remember what happened a few months ago? The Lion Guard ruined this year's Ukumbusho! Lions have no respect for our tradition!"

"Wow..." Ngurumo gawked, "Of course Zira's old faction of lions would do something like that! You're a real poor judge of character, telling me about that 'Circle of Life', which I'm sure is made up by these lions! So, don't you, of all animals, tell me what I can't do on a holiday!"

He then pointed to his blinded eye and broken horn, "Is this what you call the Circle of Life?! I've told everyone time and time again how predators ruined my face!"

"You got that from me."

Everyone gasped. Ngurumo swiftly turned to the voice. He saw Mbeya wearing an uncharacteristic glare.

"Don't you remember? Our faceoff at the Tamasha? You challenged me for leadership over the crash." Mbeya then chuckled and hooted, "...and boy, did you bring a whole new meaning to 'crash'! Heh-heh... I was so agile in my day, and my eyesight was pretty good for a rhino, too! Hoh, you smacked right into a big tree after I cut your eye!"

Several confused herd animals echanged looks. Ngurumo turned red with rage and humiliation, but he quickly simmered down and regained his composure. His face returned to a pale grey as a konniving smile formed. He eased the crowd with deceitful charisma.

"Now, we have this old fart spreading lies about me." the scarred rhino chuckled, "Typical of a predator-lover to be so willing to twist the words of a pure herbivore to silence the truth. I'm surprised none of you have been eaten, yet."

His calm demeanor switched back to zealous rage.

"If you want to die for your lion friends, then, so be it! Let's see how well you fight in fire!" he rose his hoof, "NOW!"

The animals wielding torches dropped said burning sticks onto the dry ground, setting it ablaze.

"CHAAARRRGE!" Whinnies, bleats, and the trumpeting of elephant trunks filled the sky.

The coup had officially begun, and the royal pride had nowhere to safely escape it. ____

Kovu led his sister to where the rest of the Guard members were. Vitani had to reunite with them to overpower the Rogues with their combined strength.

Happening upon where the other members had been, the siblings took on fighting stances. Kovu was ready to tear them apart for terrorizing the Pridelands and for personally threatening Kiara and her family, meanwhile, Vitani just wanted to tear them apart because she hated everything about them the moment she'd first seen them.

Speaking of which, Vitani almost didn't recognize Kiume. His mane -- something he'd taken much manly pride in -- had been completely singed off my Vitani's last attack. All that was left was fuzzy hairs that were burnt and melted at the tips. The short hair on his neck almost looked like Vitani's very own, in a way.

Stopping in her tracks, Vitani's paws skidded across the dirt, creating a cloud of dust. The Lion Guard turned to the sound.

"Guys!" the Fiercest called to them, "They're working with Ngurumo!"

Kasi gasped, "What?"

"They're here as a distraction! Ngurumo is leading a coup to Pride Rock right now!

"Well, this 'distraction' will be the only level you reach before you get to them, little girl." Kiume spoke up, ready to pounce.

Vitani stared daggers into Kiume. Her tail twitched.

"Kovu, get back." she said, not even glancing behind her.

The dark lion did as told. Vitani really didn't feel like risking abusing the Roar, but she took a deep breath, anyway. Locked and loaded.

WOOOOOOOO! The ground shook all around the lions. The Rogues in particular had collapsed, holding their heads and groaning.

Vitani blinked. She, along with Kovu and the Guard, slowly glanced way up at the source of the noise. Lo and behold, it was Kelele, standing atop the rock formation. After a moment of awkward silence, the wolf shrugged.

"Well, they were bothering me too." she said, recalling her own misogyny and unwanted verbal harassment she'd faced sharing the lands with these same rogues.

Kasi smiled at Kelele. She was astounded to find that she really could trust Kelele and find an ally in her. Vitani caught the Fastest's smile, and the two lions exchanged looks.

"There's something you haven't told me, isn't there?" Vitani arched a brow. She wasn't at all angry, just somewhat amused.

Before Kasi could think to respond, Kelele leapt down from the rock.

"Vitani, please... I'm not a threat to the Pridelands. I just wanted to meet the Roar-Wielder, and learn everything I could about you, so I've observed from afar. That's why I stayed in these lands. Because I knew our journey wasn't over, yet. I'm an ally..."

The Fiercest glanced back. The rogues were still down, disoriented and perplexed by the strange power they'd encountered in that moment. The lioness then approached the wolf closer.

"Alright, Kelele, if you're really the ally you claim to be," a smile creeped up Vitani's face, "then I need you to do this one thing for us..."

With a flick of an ear from Vitani, a command universally understood by all former Outsiders since Zira's leadership, the two biggest brutes of the Lion Guard, Imara and Shabaha, obeyed the order and approached the Ethiopian Wolf.

Moments Later... "ARE YOU LIONS CRAZY?! PUT ME DOWN!" Kelele screamed.

"That wouldn't be a very good idea." Vitani deadpanned.

Kelele was being dangled over a Lake Matope full of crocodiles, held by the scruff by Imara's jaws. She was getting what was hers after her attempt to kidnap and alternatively threaten the life of a certain wild dog pup.

"I REALLY AM YOUR ALLY! I'M SORRY ABOUT SAUTI! THAT 'SIKIO'-THING WAS JUST A MYTH! JUST ASK THAT OLD MONKEY! PLEASE!" the wolf screamed, legs kicking.

Imara lowered Kelele closer to the water. Eager reptilian eyes watched her every move. Some couldn't wait any longer, and gave a few threatening snaps of their jaws at her. That sadistic Bravest Lion Guard member's cackles added to the terrifying symphony.

The wolf curled her lower body up as much as she could, tail tucked between her legs. She made a high-pitched whine characteristic of the canine family. What more did these lions want?

"...I forgive ya." Vitani smiled, "Alright, that's a wrap, everyone!"

Kelele blinked, "W-Wait, what --"

The wolf felt herself being gently put down, away from the crocodiles. Speaking of which, she watched Vitani thank the leader, Makuu, for being in on the act.

"I don't understand..." the canine was stunned.

"We were never really gonna kill you." Vitani smiled, "Not our way. Not anymore..."

The Lion Guard chuckled at the dark humor of totally psyching Kelele out. Now, that never left the way of the former Outsiders.

Their brief moment of making light of the situation was interrupted when a heavily-beaten Kiume limped his way behind the Lion Guard's backs.

"Um, excuse me? Don't we have a fight to fini --"

WHACK! With quick reflexes, Kovu knocked Kiume out cold with a backhand. ____

In the meantime, as Ma Tembo's extended herd pushed Ngurumo's army back from raiding Pride Rock, the lions sought refuge in an area of the said landmark that had been unaffected by fire. They were all huddled together.

"Where's Kovu? Shouldn't he be back with the Lion Guard by now?"

Kiara was not easily prone to panicking, but Kovu was the love of her life, and the two were practically inseparable since their engagement.

"I'm sure he's okay, sweetie..." Nala gently headbutted her daughter, "They'll make it."

"How are they gonna get through the firewall?!" Tiifu cried, equally anxious.

"Shhh, they'll find a way..." Nala brought Tiifu close.

SNAP!

A burning tree trunk fell in front of them. They had no time to wait for the Lion Guard any longer. They had to move.

"We've got to find a way out of here!" Simba used a commanding voice, "We can put as much fire out as we can, ourselves! Come on!"

With feline agility, the pride dodged burning objects as they prepared to swipe moist dirt over the fire.

Just then, Kovu and the Lion Guard made it to Pride Rock. They were devastated to see the lands glowing hot with fire.

Vitani's eyes followed the height of the smoke clouds until she could see daylight peeking through. There, she saw a lone, white cloud.

Suddenly... a voice she heard from the past echoed in her mind...

"You see that little cloud? Try roaring at it..."

Vitani's predecessor, Kion, did as told, and he'd turned the innocent, small cloud into a large, thundering raincloud. It had been the first time she'd seen the Roar up close. She'd herd it many times from a distance from her termite mound home far back of the Outlands. But, now, she knew what it was. However, the discovery of this power, and her mother's knowledge of what it was capable of, had raised many questions from the young lioness for years to come...

Vitani was not going to fight fire with fire. She would not blindly charge head-first into battle like that of Ngurumo, but instead show that she and the other predators were capable of civil negotiation. Her eyes gleamed as she felt power rise within her...

In the midst of the calamity of the battling herd animals, Ngurumo spotted the royals making their getaway. The rhino crouched low and slowly approached, grinning wide as his plan to attack formed in his head. He felt the hunted becoming the hunter, and the hunter becoming the hunted. He chuckled. Such an ironic twist...

ROOOOAAAAARRR!! Everyone turned to the loud cry of the Leader of the Lion Guard. Above them was a growing, darkening cloud that poured rain over the selected area. The firewall had been extinguished, allowing the Guard's entry into the battlegrounds.

As Ngurumo was distracted in his astoundment over Vitani's newly-discovered power, the pride cornered by the rhino slipped away, with Kovu reuniting with Kiara.

The rhino watched Vitani emerge from the smoke. A furious glare from under her drooping, wet tuft.

"Ah, Vitani. What a surprise." Ngurumo looked around, "Are you here to attack me and claim more land as yours, as lions do?"

“No. No we’re not. We’re just here to repair a strained relationship between us Pridelanders,” Vitani smiled, “As lions do.”

“LIES!” Ngurumo roared, “You just wanna keep these lands under a dictatorship! All of you lions are born evil, none of you deserve ANY place to live in this world!”

The rhino shoved Vitani hoof-to-chest with full force. Her Guard quickly gathered around her and prepared to fight, if things needed to get that way.

The rhino chuckled, "How quick to react your little friends are. If it's not about your tyranny you're known for, you lions are also known for following every little order someone gives you, even if it doesn't benefit you in the end..."

"I KNEW IT!"

Everyone turned to the voice and gasped. It was Kiume. He and the rest of the Rogue Trio caught up with the Lion Guard after following their trail.

"Your plans were never really about us getting the Pridelands to ourselves, were they? For a long time, I had a hunch it wasn't about us anymore. I was right!" the maneless lion growled, "and now we all know why..."

The crowd of herd animals muttered amongst themselves, shocked beyond belief.

Prodded with piercing questions from his fellow herbivore followers, Ngurumo became overwhelmed.

"No... T-That lion doesn't know what he's talking about!" he sputtered, "He's crazy! I-I don't know him!"

"How long have you been making deals with them?!" yelled a gazelle buck.

"What else are you keeping from us?!" whinnied a zebra mare.

On cue, as always, Uongo swooped in, and promptly answered the latter question:

"Such easy animals to please. Anything works on them!" sampled the bird, in the rhino's voice.

Appalled cries filled the savannah.

"NO! He totally took that out of context! He's cherrypicking what I said!" Ngurumo stomped a hoof.

"Well, how long has he been doing that?!" sneered Zito.

Furious cries escaped the herbivores' mouths. They wondered how much information from this rhino had been skewed from reality for the sake of his own personal gain. 

"Excuse me..."

Everyone went quiet as they turned to Thurston, one of many indoctrinated ungulates.

"Since tickbirds eat bugs, does that make them predators, too?"

The herbivores yelled more grievances about their tickbirds.

"Wha -- No!" Ngurumo sputtered again, "Ticks aren't animals! They're BUGS!"

"My tickbird cut me all over!" a heavily-scarred buffalo bull cried.

"Mine took milk from my calf!" bleated a springbok doe.

"You ingrates and your COMPLAINTS!" the rhino stomped again, "I saved all these nice tickbirds for you, led a battle for your freedom, and THIS is how you repay me?! You ALL belong to the lions! I hope every last one of you is EATEN by those monsters! Especially YOU, Uongo!"

The crowd backed Ngurumo to the edge of the cliff behind Pride Rock. The once dry ravine he stood on the edge of couldn't hold the rainwater that suddenly filled it.

Helpless, the rhino turned to the remaining lions of the Trio, Mrembo and Jeuri.

"You two! Help me! DO SOMETHING!"

The two lions hesitated, torn on who they felt led by, and if they even needed a leader anymore. They didn't like how Kiume had treated them lately, but now, they felt double-crossed by their bigger boss. They looked at each other before scowling at the rhino. They promptly sent a hollow, burned tree falling towards the direction of Ngurumo's head.

CRASH! The rhino rose to his feet. Everyone gasped.

A branch on the fallen tree had impaled his only usable eye. He was now fully blind.

Taking advantage of the rhino's blindness, an enraged Kiume charged, and pushed the rhino over the cliff. The lion quickly found himself being blocked by none other than his own fellow coalition. The two lions stopped him before he could go anywhere near the Lion Guardas they rushed over to the edge of the cliff.

They could see that the pachyderm had landed in a curved ledge on the cliffside that safely cupped him from falling down the ravine. But time was ticking...

"Ngurumo!" Vitani called.

Ngurumo tried to climb back up, but the motion made him slip back. There was luckily sloped ground under the ledge that he could put his hindlegs on, but his forelegs just barely held him up onto the ledge.

He knew he was teetering on the brink of life and death at that moment.

The rain fell hard. Gambling with the idea of giving Ngurumo one last chance, the Lion Guard rushed to help. The Strongest was the first to reach down, having the best chance at pulling the gargantuan pachyderm up -- eventually with combined strength of the rest of the Guard, of course.

The rhino hollered and roared in distress. He found himself once again at the mercy of the Lion Guard, like how they'd all first met. He was not going to face that humilitation again...

"Ngurumo, take Imara's paw! NOW!" Vitani roared through the pouring rain.

"Why should I trust you? You KILLER!" the rhino blindly swung his hoof in protest, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"A hoofed animal wouldn't be able to help you with something like this. Predator and prey need each other in the Circle of Life, Ngurumo!" Vitani tried desperately to persuade him.

"NO!! I don't trust a single one of you monsters! ANY of you monsters! Paw or hoof!" he slammed his own hooves down, "'Circle of Life', NOTHIN'! It's just a corrupt belief -- You're all CORRUPTED! ALL OF -- H-Huuhh?!" "NO!" Imara grunted.

The ground that the rhino barely held onto became slick from the rain. That last slam sent him slipping down the soil-turned-mud.

"NOOOOOOO!!!" Landing hard at the bottom of the ravine, the heavy pachyderm had taken mortal damage falling from the great height.

"The Pridelands will fall... no matter what... but it won't be from me..." he croaked as he gave a weak smile, for the last time.

Ngurumo's grinning mug was abruptly masked by the gush of water that overtook the once empty ravine. He would be carried off by the powerful water, his eventual whereabouts ever-changing for the rest of time...

Imara backed away from the ledge, feeling the mud run from under her paws. It didn't take her focus away from how perturbed she was.

"At least he didn't get eaten like he always feared..." Shabaha remarked absentmindedly.

"Yeah..." Vitani's voice trailed, still staring down at the rapidly rushing water.

"Let me help you!" "No... never!" Vitani shut her eyes. Whether the predator-prey civil war be handled with compassion or murderous rampage, Ngurumo needed to die. He was too far gone, and therefore nothing but a threat to the Circle of Life. This wasn't the first time circumstances had to be this exact same way, and the Fiercest knew it too well...

Suddenly, Fukiza the cobra emerged from the crowd from under their hooves. She'd been hiding underground for a majority of the time until the commotion brought her outside. Only until now could she safely track down her friends.

"Lion Guard! Are you okay?" she slithered their direction, slipping between the paws of the Rogues.

Tazama smiled at the sight of her old friend. It was the first time she'd truly seen her with healed eyes. She was such a beautiful monocled cobra. However, the Keenest of Sight wasn't the only one seeing Fukiza for the first time...

"SNAAAAAAKE!" screamed Kiume, "Guys, run! Get it away from me!"

Mrembo and Jeuri didn't budge, instead opting for an exchange of disappointed looks at each other. This was it, this was the tipping point for them. They officially found Kiume to be a pathetic boss all around.

"Wow, I am so glad I'm over that whole cobra superstition." grumbled Vitani as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't be more disappointed in this lion.

Kiume pushed Jeuri and Mrembo away with full force, fueled by fear. However, before the maneless lion could make his escape, he was suddenly subdued by a pair of lance-like horns. Quickly turning the other way, he tried to run through Mrembo and Jeuri again, but they'd once again caught him mid-run.

"HeyheyHEY! What are you DOING?!" he yelled, furious at the sudden mutiny.

"Kiume..." said a voice. It was the King.

The herds of prey animals backed away to make room for their much more respected leader. The antelopes trapping the lions with their horns stood still, making sure said felines were contained.

Simba gave a stern scowl, "As punishment for your repeated attempts to overthrow my pride, you will remain where someone can keep an eye on you..."

Suddenly, the other two lions felt their own shoulders being grabbed by the Lion Guard. All three male lions were under arrest.

"...The same goes for you two." Simba continued, "Unless any of you can prove to me that you are no threat to my family, or the Pridelands, you will be watched closely, and punished harshly."

As the former Rogue Trio was being escorted away by the Guard and the pair of loyal antelopes, Vitani scampered over to Simba's side. She still wasn't quite over the shock of Ngurumo's demise. She had a violent upbringing and a tough nature, but she still couldn't handle death well.

Simba could see the somber fear in Vitani's eyes. He, too, has had to let animals die, particularly for any reason that they presented themselves as a threat to his life or his kingdom. Though, he still couldn't forget how he felt the very first time he did it.

"Vitani, sometimes... it's the best thing you could do in a situation like this." the King then smiled cordially, "You did good. Trust me."

The Fiercest cracked an uncertain smile. She was still very shaken, but greatly appreciated Simba.

Simba wasn't praising his daughter-in-law, but was actually comforting her as much as he could. He made a subtle gesture that commanded her to join the rest of her Guard in keeping the rogues restrained as they arrested them.

The crowd of herd animals muttered amongst themselves, some even bowed to their King and his pride before going their separate ways. Every animal retreated to their assigned place in the Pridelands.

As they all departed from the ravine, the rainclouds continued to break away, revealing a golden sky as the sun was on its way down. ____

Aftermath... Days passed. After a long process of easing leftover doubts from the herds and careful scrutiny of the disbanded Rogue Trio, the Pridelands felt as it once did before -- akin to the time before Vitani's predecessor Kion had left for the Tree of Life.

Some former followers of Ngurumo had been allowed back into divided herds. Some entire herds, such as Thurston's zeal, were quick to reform due to their naivete and tendency to go with the flow. Some solitary animals kept to themselves. They still had leftover beliefs and conspiracies, but they didn't have power like their deceased leader, so they were harmless.

Speaking of solitary animals, Kelele still remained near the Pridelands to further her friendship with the Guard, especially Kasi and Vitani. She would return to her homeland someday, but not until after she was ready.

As for the rogues, all three lions answered honestly as they'd been interrogated by the Lion Guard for several hours. Kiume's interrogation had earned him a lifetime of imprisonment deep in a heavily-guarded part of the Outlands, on account of premeditated attempts to overthrow the royal pride, and that any attempts to escape would be punishable by death -- which would be left at the discretion of the Outlanders, as part of Simba's decree.

Though Mrembo and Jeuri were accomplices in countless incidents with Kiume, they were found to be harmless without the influence of their former leader, Kiume. They chose not to be residents of the Pridelands, as they preferred to take a more nomadic life. Jeuri became a close friend of Tazama, and both aforementioned lions bonded over their similar interests, while Mrembo chilled with whoever was interested in his food snob-related ramblings, as Vitani could see from the hill she perched on.

The Fiercest breathed a deep, fresh breath of air. A huge weight had been taken off her shoulders. She and her Guard worked hard to earn the Pridelanders' trust, and outdid themselves by making a huge impact on everyone; the Pridelanders learned to trust in the former Outsiders to redeem themselves, and the Lion Guard learned that the non-lion animals were much more than they appeared.

Trust and balance had been restored in the Circle of Life... ____

That night... Rain poured heavily over the Pridelands, which carried on for the next few days. The rivers overflowing with rainwater rushed fairly rapidly for themselves. The sudden change of weather and strange behavior of the water had followed the day Vitani had controlled the sky with her Roar. Kion never used the clouds to put out fires, and for good reason. His successor to the Roar would soon find out why, among other things...

____ ((Author's Note: We've reached the Season 2 Finale! From the way I worded it, that's right, Vitani's Guard's adventures are not over yet. Ngurumo may have died, but that's only the beginning of the storm...

Also, it's been exactly one year and one day since I decided to start releasing Vitani's Guard art as a serialized, continuous story, which is why I chose today to release this season finale.

Fun Facts:

Since I've been basing the Rogue Trio off of alpha male dudebros, when trying to think of Kiume's defeat, I had to think of common fates that those influencers are met with. Alpha male influencers are often met with arrests/jail/prison and a subsequent loss of fans, so I decided imprisonment for life followed by a loss of respect from former followers was fitting for Kiume.

Vitani's "I forgive ya" at the Lake Matope hazing scene was a reference to Makuu's very same line during Ono's apology scene in the episode "Let Sleeping Crocs Lie". I'm still very much dying on that hill that Vitani idolizes tf out of Makuu and likes to unknowingly quote him word-for-word at times, like she did with the "Mashindano" line. (Also, though Shabaha's facing yet another situation where someone's being dangled over a float of crocodiles, she's fine, because one, it's not her, and two, this was actually partially her idea lol)

Ngurumo's "they're not animals, they're bugs!" line is total BS, like everything else he says. Bugs are part of the animal kingdom. Bugs are tiny, multiple-legged invertibrates, unlike the more "conventional" animals people think of, but that doesn't make them not animals. Certainly not plants or fungi lol.

After doing some research on differences between black rhinos and white rhinos, I realize now that I've been giving Ngurumo the back shape of a white rhino, and the hooked upper lip of a black rhino, which likely means he's a hybrid of the two. On a semi-relevant note, I noticed Kifaru, the rhino with the poorest eyesight in Mbeya's crash, is modeled after a white rhino, while the rest are modeled after black rhinos. I like to think that Kifaru was a newcomer to Mbeya's crash, blindly wandering there and not noticing they were a completely different species from him.

There was going to be panels depicting a maneless Kiume as well as Kelele fighting alongside Vitani's Guard, but the composition was hard to figure out and there were too many characters. I'll probably draw the maneless Kiume in some other non-story art so you could see what he looks like.

Can't wait to come back to VG and other art with a fresh start! School and possible work may interfere with my activity, just letting everyone know))

#The Lion King #The Lion Guard #Vitani's Guard #TLG #TLK #Vitani #Shabaha #Kasi #Imara #Tazama #Kiara #Kovu #My Art

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Hello again!

(Origins SMP: Platonic) Warden-hybrid!reader goes back to the deep dark to get materials for a surface base, finds dead warden bodies/warden mob heads littered everywhere and missing belongings. (doesn't have to graphic, just hinted at)

Warden-hybrid!reader was too trusting and thought that the others had their best interest in mind when they didn't.

Example: Philza wanted to utilize reader's strength for killing mobs via mob farm because he was lazy, reader hated the idea of harming others mobs. Schlatt asked reader too many times to "fetch" gold and diamonds when he could've mined it himself. From being called "not-so-scary" and being pushed to the limit with Fundy stealing their items & Phantom-hybrid!Willbur pulling some nasty pranks.

How does the rest of the SMP react to visceral rage warden-hybrid!reader getting revenge? (via warden army or anything that sparks creativity). Perhaps befriending everyone has its hidden benefits? [pull some emotional heart strings while at it!]

[I crave for angst and utter chaos, please make it so that everyone in the SMP regrets ever messing with Warden-hybrid!reader. I hope you enjoy writing this as headcannons, I hope it will be easier in doing so. I also understand if this is too much of an ask, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. Please stay hydrated and take breaks. :D]

REVENGE ! osmp

Warnings: Blood, corpses, decapitated heads, etc.

Everything was gone. Your money, weapons, armor. Missing. The heads of your family and friends laying around the city with the bodies no where to be found.

What makes it worse is the giant sign in your bedroom. 'Oops! Rip lmao' clearly written by Fundy and Schlatt.

What makes it worse is the giant sign in your bedroom. 'Oops! Rip lmao' clearly written by Fundy and Schlatt.

Your fingers wrap around the pole before breaking in into pieces. A high pitched scream echoing through the biome.

They used you. Made you do the easiest of things, from mining iron to risking your life.

Hurt was an understatement, but you weren't pathetic. You didn't sit there to cry. Blood and pleads for forgiveness and mercy is all you wanted at the moment.

Slowly rising, then racing to the deepest part of the cave where chests of wither skulls, soul sand and netherite were.

They were beautiful. And you were so, so ready to watch them burn in misery.

His claw repeatedly scratches your diamond sword, smirking and Schlatt stomping on your armor.

"Are you sure this is alright?" Niki asks from her fish tank, Scott beside her arms crossed and a frown plastered on his face, brows furrowed.

Schlatt looks at her, shrugging. He didn't care. You were too much of a softie to do anything about it. Besides, they can just tell you to make others.

"It's fine. Nothing's gonna happen anyway." Wilbur waved her off.

Buzzing and running noises reach their ears. Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo stood there, panting and bloody.

"What the fuck?" Wilbur checks on Tommy, clearly confused.

Tubbo falls to the ground and pants out your name, his wings no longer working.

Fundy kicks the broken sword aside. The blade no longer sharp but still managed to scrape the wooden flooring.

"What? Did they trip on flint and steel?" His joke went on deafs ears as Philza crashed in. One of his hands crashed his bleeding stomach.

Phil let Scott and Charlie help him, not noticing the others rushing out to see the flame and chaos happening to their home. He was such a fucking asshole, they all were. Killing your family, taking advantage of you.

He directs his eyes to the crimson liquid on his hands, hissing as Charlie takes the arrow out his abdomen

The skye turned gray and smog reached the mountains from the giant fire. Their houses were burning, the crops and water dried up. Only the pub survived from the wreckage.

"There you are." Your voice. It was so empty, but a crazed smile was on your face as you slammed the final skulls on the three withers.

They were spawned and you watched them fly around destroying everything in sight. Such a wonderful sight.

You watched Charlie melt, Niki lose consciousness, Wilbur get hit by a skull. And Fundy, oh it was entertaining to watch that fox burn from the fire.

Beau and Badlinu's cries were ignored. Instead you stare at Scott who was shaking. He didn't know what to do. If he made himself explode it would just make things worse.

They shouldn't have done that. Maybe it was best if you let them fear you rather than befriend you.

Ew. Not my best work but it's something. Sorry if it didn't please you <33 /p also no hate to Fundy I love that furry man

#origins smp x reader #c philza x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #fundy x reader #smajor mcyt #jschlatt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader

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[fic] The Captain Does Not Go Down with the Ship

The Captain Does Not Go Down with the Ship

Ikemen Sengoku | Mouri Motonari x Reader | T | 500 words ao3 link (later)

You try your best to stop the Imperial Army from capturing your captain.

A/N: My last entry for @cy-inky's one week challenge! I started with a boom and I'm ending it with a bang! I used two prompts! "Let me guess ... you caused it?" and "Are you an idiot? I am not leaving you here." And it's an action-packed space opera AU! :D Admittedly my star wars and star trek knowledge are poor and shallow, and I did minimal research for this fic, but I hope that it's passable enough lol. I had fun writing this one, and I have to thank Inky for the event 💖 because I've never written so many words in such a short period of time. I was consistently inspired! That's so rare! 🥹

Divider by @/saradika. Hope you enjoy my final entry piece! 🫶

“Let me guess!” Motonari's yell pierces through your ears, amidst the din of blaster shots and sirens and stomps of the crew and the enemies. “You caused it?”

You're tailing your captain, twisting your way through the narrow path that leads to the escape pods. Once or twice, an automatic door opens to reveal a trooper ready to fire, but you're quicker than them. Times like these you're thankful for your agility and speed.

“I'm sorry—it's the only thing I could think of!”

When an imperial ship appeared crying for your captain’s head and sent an army of troopers to collect it, marching their way into the bridge, you tried to stop them by blowing up the main passageway—a move that only delayed them. But that's enough to get the crew going—Motonari shouting orders to engage and eliminate soldiers as many as they can.

“We gotta get you out of here, Captain!” You herded Motonari to a narrower corridor that led to the escape pods.

“D'ya think I'd leave my men alone while I run away like a coward?”

“That's not it at all! That's not—”

And that's when the imperial ship fired.

A trooper jumps out of their hiding, armed with a blaster rifle. And Motonari, raging at the currently disarrayed state of his ship and crew, increases his pace and meets the weapon head on with his electro-sword.

“Captain!” You catch up and try to knock the trooper out but another appears to your right, wielding a knife that almost slices your arm.

“Don't ya ever think of dyin'!” Motonari yells, and he kicks the trooper down to stab them, piercing the dark blue armor. Lightning sparks across his blade, and the trooper is summarily electrocuted.

“I won't!” Another slash—and you crouch down to glide your feet into a sweep, knocking your opponent down, and smash their helmet with a forceful fist.

You glance at Motonari for a cursory check: no injuries—good. “Let's go, Captain!”

When you reach the pod area, Hiroyoshi is already there. “I've already instructed the others to escape. This is the only one left—hurry!”

And as you and Motonari race over where Hiroyoshi waits, a voice cuts through the noise, freezing you both.

“How humiliating it is to see Pirate-Captain Motonari Mouri abandoning his beloved ship.”

Behind them, several meters away, is the silhouette of Imperial General Kicho.

Motonari vibrates with fury, grits his teeth. Kicho's hand lifts, and a gun points at his head.

There's no time to think: Motonari stands closer to Hiroyoshi, so you push him in that direction, screaming, “Hiroyoshi—take care of the captain!” and then face Kicho again, all your cells ablaze.

You can hear Motonari's shouting—“Are you an idiot?! I'm not leavin' ya here!”—his voice strained by Hiroyoshi's persistence. You ignore it, and instead take a step closer to Kicho, blaster at the ready.

A twitch of his eyebrow is your only warning before he pulls the trigger.

#i'd like to make a separate post about what i've learned writing these ficlets #because i actually learned something #1WEEKCHL #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen fic #ikemen sengoku fic #ikesen motonari #ikesen motonari x reader #mouri motonari x reader #fic #my fic