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OK ok... You are probably very tired with me popping from the grave on the writing side of Tumblr with sum chaos.

But this one is a very old au that got a revamp...

Lowkey considering making a smol masterpost with all the aus in explanation format I have left around here. And I might add... -3-

Anyway! Enough sidetrack! On with the clownery! Because this is gonna be super crack.

First up... A bit of history! When I first discovered Ao3 and the twst tag... I found an Au similar to this one, but it focused more on the fantasy-medieval aspects with a much more different lore and all that. Unfortunately I couldn't find it any more and I was very bummed, cuz I really liked it... ;-;

But anyway... The only thing I took from it was the 'everyone except Malleus' is a dragon idea. But even that is changed, because Silver is a human mage in this. Malleus is the only magicless human out of the main boys rooster. The rest is all lore and story made by me. This was made a long time back then and only now I've revamped it with the new masquerade event's premise.

Anyway! History aside! Now onto the real thing! Since I do have a oneshot with it, I will have to cover up that one too along with the rest of the story and the events.

Fair warning, this will have small spoilers for the glorious masquerade event.

You have been warned twice!

Now onto the start! This takes place in our world this time. No Yuu and Grim for this one, so sorry to dissapoint :'3

Malleus was the prince of the Thorn country, traditionally named Thorn Valley, in the North East of Europe, quite small but just vibing with it's long ass history record. The capital was the Flower City, famous for all of the flower kinds that bloom in the citizens's gardens. A big river crosses it, having the most prestigious high school, the Noble Bell College, on a small Isle formed on the river.

Malleus attended NBC, but he had some beef with the students in there.

It was a tradition for the unmarried teens and adults to wear veils. The veils colors would represent different statuses or states the said person is currently having.

A blue veil simbolised the fact that the person came from a normal family.

A green veil simbolised a higher status, such as council members or rich people.

An oxblood color meant that the said person was a widow. This type of veil would only be worn when mourning by the widow themselves.

A purple veil meant that the person in question was betrothed to someone.

A white veil is only worn one day before, on the wedding day and one day after it.

And a black veil is worn by the royal heir of the throne. And only by them until they marry or get crowned.

This tradition did fade in with the time and only a select few actually keep it every day. Most do wear them on special days and celebrations. But the Royal family was the only one who wasn't allowed to give those traditions away.

Hence Malleus had to wear a black veil over his face whenever he was walking through the Palace or appearing publicly as the prince. It was forbidden for anyone except his family to see his face. In order to not attract more unwanted attention and get himself in danger, Malleus had a secret identity as a simple citizen. So when he went to school he would wear just a blue veil. The students always told him he was 'way too into traditions'.

The only one who knows Malleus's double identity was Silver. Silver was the adopted son of Lilia, a previous royal guard and from what Malleus knew, Lilia was and still is very close to his grandma, the current Queen. (Malleus's mother married before she got crowned and ran away when Malleus was born, therefore now Malleus was the direct heir to the throne)

So one day, during summer holiday, towards its end... Silver tells Malleus that he's going to transfer schools. Malleus does get a bit excited, since silver was going to a public high school and that could mean he had a chance of going to a private school like NBC.

Only for silver to tell him that he will go abroad along his father. This kinda has Malleus in a down mood, since silver was his only friend and the 2 were like that since little.

But silver does reassure that they will keep in touch. After all, these 2 are sending each other memes at 3 am every night.

Malleus was quite bummed by the fact that his only friend would go aboard. His only shot at getting out of that beef he had at NBC was to tell his grandma, who was very mad at him for trying to run away instead of facing his problems and make peace with the ones he had beef with. But nonetheless, teens were hard to make amends with, so she did indulge to transfer Malleus, only if he would choose what he thinks it's suitable for him.

Problem was... Malleus couldn't choose. Therefore no transfer. U-U

It was the night before the first day of school and after dinner, Malleus was the first one to raise up. He was bummed that silver is now aboard and probably making a whole new bunch of friends. He was bummed he still had to deal with NBC and it's very religious code. Like cut him some slack. Isn't it enough that Malleus deals with the whole 'you're royalty, you have to respect the traditions' thing?

So while Malleus contemplated on the hall, he gets called by a mirror. Being very curious and reeking of smooth brain, Malleus gets closer to it.

Thankfully, his grandma comes after him, only for her to witness how a mirror just yanked her grandson through it.

When Malleus wakes up, he immediately just falls out of a coffin, in some wierd af robes, thankfully his black veil still being kept.

He noticed how all of the persons around him were wearing the same wierd robes, with hoods up. The difference was that those persons had horns, some having even animal ears that were protected by the horns. Tails and wings were also present too. The said people just looked wierdly at him, before a few whispered in between them and suddenly they cleared around Malleus as if he had some kind of disease.

Crowley didn't realise that Malleus was a magicless hooman and nudges him to go and be sorted by the dark mirror.

What does the mirror tell him? That he's a magicless human. :3

But also the mirror states that this magicless human will have to be welcomed with open arms by NRC, as he is needed in here. So that was what prevented Crow man from just kicking Malleus back home.

For the night, Malleus was taken by Lilia, the dormleader of diasomnia, and Silver, who turned out to be a human mage.

Silver does explain to Malleus that yes, there is magic and yes, currently they are on another continent hidden from the magicless humans. Lilia was a dragon Fae, more akin to a bat than the beast Malleus imaginated.

So for now, Malleus is sharing a room with silver. Yay :D

The next day, Crowley finally thinks he found Malleus's purpose in this school: Free Janitor!

And his first task was: cleaning the main street. Malleus surely wasn't put to do such work that usually servants do, but here he was, sweeping the main street.

At one point, he meets Ace, who explains to him about the great seven and why they were so respected among dragons. After that, Malleus does explain to Ace that him wearing a veil means that he sticks to the traditions of the country he comes from.

In the end, Ace becomes annoying and Malleus bonks him with the broom. It ends up with the 2 making a mess around and Ace perching on the statue of the queen of hearts in order to get Malleus.

But because Ace has Claws, he tartered the statue and Crowley had to punish both of them by cleaning the cafeteria windows.

Malleus is very salty about it. He does meet up with Silver, who had PE as the next lesson. Silver was in 1-D along Sebek, but he didn't know where 1-A holded their classes. And so, Malleus simply was left to wonder on his own.

He ends up distracted by a gargoyle and meets up Deuce, who had to listen to a long rant about gargoyles. Tbh Deuce kinda got interested in the subject and decided to help out Malleus with catching Ace, who clearly ditched the work.

Malleus should have known that he should've stopped Adeuce the second these 2 were duking it out. But he had to choose to be a 'good janitor' and already start the work without looking at Ace and Deuce.

Until he hears a crash. And Malleus turns around to see the fucked up Chandelier and Adeuce pointing at each other.

And bad over bad, crow man comes. And is right about to expel them if they don't come by the next day with a magic gem from the mine.

Welp... They are fucked...

They find the abandoned cottage and Malleus discovers that apparently not all dragons spit out fire. They nonetheless find a way to light up a candle and off they were in the mine.

Because dragons have this talent of finding shiny things, they quickly find a stone. But because they couldn't just use magic and potentially destroy the whole shabby mine down... They had to find a tool to poke it out of there.

Malleus sees a handle and immediately thinks it's a pickaxe or something to mine with. So he picks it up.

It immediately goes boom! Adeuce panic since they thought the human just exploded.

No... Malleus didn't explode... But the ceiling of the mine sure did. And so did the wall with the gem, revealing even more magical stones. Malleus reveals that the said tool he grabbed was a sword, so he throws it away cuz now they didn't need it anymore. They just grab as many gems as their pockets could handle and off they are.

Except that the wierd gloopy monster was there... And it was NOT happy that these 3 were 'stealing their stones'. So it chases after them. Lucky for the trio, they could escape through the ceiling of the mine.

As they do get down in front of the mine tho, the monster immediately tracked them down and found these idiots. Now they couldn't fly through the trees, so they resorted to running.

In the end it's needed for Malleus to step in and stop Adeuce from bickering. And when he demands silence, ya know what happens?

The mcfucking sword comes back and plunges in a tree, nearly cutting off Malleus's ear. The sword was now clean, showing it's glass blade and silver handle. The 3 are scared shitless bc cursed sword almost cut off their heads.

But in the end, they use it along Deuce's Cauldron spell and Ace being annoying, in order to kill off the monster. They run off and don't even dare to look back.

Malleus tried to throw away the sword, but it kept coming back, which was far more freaky than they anticipated.

So they return to the headmaster and give him one magic stone(Malleus gives it bc neither Ace or Deuce wanted to let go of their treasure). After that, Malleus shows the sword and asks why it followed him.

Crowley loses his shit when he sees it. This makes the 3 to be curious of what could this possibly mean.

Crowley reveals that the sword Malleus brought with him was a ghost blade. An aincent weapon that chooses it's owner, as the power it holds is something everyone can use for good or for bad.

The ghost blade could copy any kind of magic into it and use it without any kind of drawback. All 3 boys are surprised to hear that this sword was a magic weapon, an extinct one at that.

And that the magicless human WAS CHOSEN TO WIELD IT!?!

That detail totally slipped by them. Adeuce and Malleus were just celebrating that now all 3 of them were classmates and that they avoided expulsion. And also that they actually survived that monster. :'3

The next day, in the diasomnia lounge, Silver and Lilia were chatting when Malleus comes in his take on the uniform. No vest or armband as he wasn't officially apart of any dorm, along with his hair in a ponytail, tied up with the veil that wasn't on his face anymore.

Starting from today, Malleus was going to be just a normal human student trying to master the ghost blade! No more prince and royal responsabilities!

And so, Malleus meets up again with Adeuce and together, all 3 decide to find a place where they could train with the sword.

They find the Ramshackle and decided that 'yep! It's perfect!'.

So first, they try to copy Ace's wind magic. They didn't know how to do that, so Malleus bonked Ace with the sword.

It worked! Now they could see wind swirling inside the glass blade. Malleus makes a swing with it and it released a wind gush.

Deuce was in awe, so he touched the blade, telling Malleus that he wants to see if he can copy his ice spell. It works! Now the blade was looking like it was made out of ice. They froze Ace's tail, making the ginger to whine about it.

All breaks, the 3 would play around with the sword in the Ramshackle yard.

At one point, Silver came after Malleus, since it was dinner time and so, Diasomnia residents had to be very discret when going to the cafeteria. Malleus asks why and silver responds with 'Lilia's in the kitchen'. It was enough to know why.

Deuce offers to visit Heartslabyul and maybe ask if the 2 of them could have something to eat. Ace is still a bit salty about the frozen tail, but nonetheless accepted, bc it was fun to mess around with Malleus's sword.

So the 4 are headed towards the said dorm. Silver said that he will go and check on the other diasomnia members and asked Malleus to keep something for him too.

Heartslabyul was a total 180 from diasomnia. All colorful and full of life. Malleus was a bit taken aback by this, but nonetheless he noticed the red roses and the unusual amount of red paint buckets.

They meet up with a tall Greenhead with brownish ram like horns and more smaller wings. He presents to Malleus as Trey Clover, the vice of the dorm. They shake hands and Malleus notes the lack of students.

Trey only tells him that everyone is in the back, where is much more space to stretch. Deuce asks if there is by any chance something they could share with the human, since Diasomnia apparently 'had a food problem'. Trey immediately understood and patted the confused Malleus with such a pity in his eyes.

Trey accepts to give the 3 of them some of the leftover food and even insists for Malleus to drop by whenever the food problem occurs.

Malleus had no goddamn idea what that meant, but it was free food. -3-

On their way towards the kitchen, Malleus notices how everything was chaotic on the inside. He does ask why is it like that. Deuce also backs up the question as Ace rolls his eyes. Trey explains that each dorm holds up to the virtues and remain in the theme with the great seven they represent. And since Heartslabyul represents the queen of hearts's strictness... The dorm looks like a madland, but it's always in order after the 810 rules the queen used to impose.

Ace notes how their dormleader is extremely bossy about them, which gets Trey to exhale. Deuce adds how he never seems to know when their Dormhead is around, so he always gets scared when he hears his voice. Malleus voiced his idea that perhaps they couldn't hear him because everyone seems to have their tails and wings making sounds and shuffling around or dragging on the ground. Trey stops him and clears out to Malleus that it was an entirely different reason.

Reaching the kitchen, Trey opens up the fridge and hands to the 3 some of the leftovers, telling them to be careful if they want some more, since he also had in there the food for tomorrow's unbirthday party. When the party was brought up, Ace shamelessly asks if Malleus would like to help them out on the roses painting. Trey groans and tells Ace that Malleus is a guest, not a worker.

Malleus accepts, since he's still the handyman of the school.

Trey tells them to finish quickly, as he has to go a bit somewhere. The 3 don't mind him and simply concentrate on the food. Malleus with his characteristic royal manners and Adeuce with... Less of those...

In the end, Ace suggests they should get a desert to finish it off. Deuce says that he's full and Malleus also approved with the blue dragon. Ace only puffs and goes to the fridge to see what exactly he can snatch.

He sees the strawberry tarts and decides to just take a small slice. Malleus tells Ace that it sounds like a bad idea. Ace gives 0 shits about it. Another voice asks if Ace enjoyed the tart, to which the ginger even invites the terrified Deuce to take a bite too. In the end, the ginger notes how Malleus was silent and Deuce seemed shaken up, both pointing towards his back.

Turning around... Ace is meet with a very unamused Riddle, arms crossed and a typical frown.

Malleus notes how the redhead was looking like a normal human. No scales, no wierd eyes, no horns, no wings, no tail, no nada... Malleus confused Riddle for a human mage, especially when the redhead used his magic to collar Ace down.

Thankfully, Trey returns before Riddle could question Deuce or Malleus. The vice dormleader explains the situation at hand and Riddle tells his side of the story. Deuce and Malleus just look in between them before at Ace who got kicked out of the dorm until he fixes his mistake, with that chunky collar on too.

Trey only explains to Malleus and Deuce that in here... If you break the rules, Riddle will use his unique magic on you. Malleus asks what is the thing with unique magics. Deuce explains that a unique magic is a spell that only the said magic being can conjure. Trey gives as an example the trashing Ace, telling that only Riddle can summon that magic stopping collar on someone and that Ace will not be able to do any magic unless the collar gets taken down.

So what to do? Trey tells them that he will try to talk to Riddle, while Deuce joins Ace and Malleus on a sleepover bc homie solidarity.

They all 3 crash at Ramshackle and meet the ghosts. The said rowdy spirits recognise the ghost blade and pay their little respects to Malleus for getting to wield such weapon. Malleus asks if they can stay overnight in here and the ghosts do welcome them, not without playing a few pranks on the collared Ace.

The next day, Ace mulls over how he could get a tart. So he heads over to Heartslabyul with Malleus and Deuce, all 3 wanting to ask Trey to help them out.

But they bump into Cater. Now Cater had some very pretty whitish horns with different decorations. His wings and tail were also very decorated. The wings were taller than wider, but Malleus did note how Cater liked to make lots of photos. He was very curious about the 'magicless human with the glass sword', as rumors do run around.

Ace asks where Trey is. Cater makes a deal with them: help him paint the roses and he will get them to Trey. As they had no option, the 3 went on with the painting.

Cater seemed to enjoy looking at the 3 struggling with the paint, so he comes in with the 'let's use a spell'. Cater shows the 3 the color changing spell, making an entire rosebush red. Deuce gets to wonkily learn it. Malleus is curious of this and pulls put the sword, Deuce letting him to copy the said spell and use it too.

Well color Cater surprised when he saw the blade becoming full of color splatters as Malleus used it to clumsily have the roses red. He was really curious of it and asks Malleus how did he get it. Ace butts in and says that more like the sword comes after Malleus.

Cater seems content with the fact that the 3 did the job for him, so he shows them towards Trey.

Trey just groans and looks into the void when he realises that these 3 will be on his head all day. So he sends them to gather some ingredients for the tart they were going to bake.

While they were gone to do their chore, Cater tells Trey about the painting job the 3 did for him. And while the vice was unhappy with Cater ditching his work on the first years, he couldn't help but be curious of the sword Malleus had.

When the 3 returned and Ace seemingly teasing the flustered Deuce, they got to work. The tarts were done and as a treat, they could feast on them as long as they keep one intact as an apology tart.

Cater then brings up Trey's doodle suit. The group get a taste of another unique magic. Malleus is curious of something, but doesn't ask since it was time for the unbirthday party and Ace's apology tart debut.

And boy was it a show...

Riddle had to refuse the tart as the rules said it was forbidden to have a maroon tart at an unbirthday party. Ace Gets mad and Riddle had to kick all 3 out of the dorm.

Trey apologizes to the group, since it was his idea of making a Mont Blanc. Ace is very mad and Deuce just mulls over his collar. Malleus doesn't have any collar as Riddle deemed him magicless, therefore it was a waste of time to collar him too.

As Trey leaves them to be, the group meet Che'nya. Che'nya was a mix in between a Beastman and a dragon, therefore his wings looked quite fluffy and his horns were in sync with his ears.

Che'nya adds fuel to the fire by hyping Ace and Deuce to try and challenge Riddle for the crown. Malleus just knows it's a bad idea, but does he give a shit? Nope.

So they come to talk to crow man about it and it derails into the outcome of a duel in the Heartslabyul garden. Malleus was there to witness what a duel looked like. And because Adeuce insisted they needed the 'cheering support human'.

Riddle had to undo the collars and the second that happened, Ace decided to show his real form. Malleus was a bit took aback by the gigantic orange and red dragon, but since Deuce had the same transformation, Malleus noted how this was the 2's real forms. Malleus was just in awe, especially since he expected Riddle to do the same.

But Riddle didn't do it, instead, the second the start was given, the redhead charged and collared the 2, instantly putting them down with magic, forcing Adeuce back to the humanoid forms.

That's when Riddle got cocky. A bit too cocky for Malleus's liking. Especially when he took his anger towards Malleus's parents. The taller didn't really mind it too much.

But Ace wasn't like that.

Riddle didn't even finished his sentence that Ace immediately charged and punched him square in the face, before reaching to grab him by the collar, only to grab by something else and rip it off.

It was that small pin Riddle always wore.

Ace started his rambling about how Riddle was a hypocrite, but noticed that the redhead seemed horrified, tugging on his cape to cover something up. Being fed up with that, Ace tugs on the cape too.

But it rips apart as a gigantic pair of wings stretch along a big tail. The scales pattern was chaotically varying in between shades of red, gold and a bit of white and black. Riddle seemed to be scared, as he looked more monstrous than the others on the scene.

Cater seemed to recognise those little features. Malleus asks why Riddle was so scared and Cater just takes him a bit further to whisper so that no one else hears.

Aparently Riddle wasn't a pureblood like the others around. He was half human. And since most dragons looked down upon humans, the half human dragons are seen as weak, since they cannot control their magic and often end up killed by their own powers. The half humans are recognised by the lack of horns, the unusual scales pattern, the extremely irregular wings and tail size along the monstrous appearance in the humanoid form are also big pointers. Malleus was in awe at the explanation Cater gave to him.

But Riddle seemed to lose it once everyone revolted about how they were bossed around by someone weaker than them.

And that's when Malleus noticed the dark aura forming around and the gloopy ink like substance forming around Riddle, before throwing off everyone and shallowing the redhead.

Yay... The first overBlot! They are utterly fucked. :3c

Trey pulls a bigass save and keeps Riddle from collaring everyone. But he couldn't keep at bay the fire the other had. Cater also uses his split card to make copies of himself as the og Cater shows his true form, which was as big as Riddle's, getting up to fight him one on one and keep him busy while Adeuce and Malleus cook up a plan to knock him out upon crow man's info dump before he got yeeted across the dorm.

So what to do? Pull out the heavy way and Cauldron smash, sword bonk and magic throw everything at Riddle.

Malleus ends up charging with the sword at Riddle and even if he meant to freeze his wing...

He ends up stabbing Riddle's right wing. Which makes the sword to glow and have Riddle immediately faint and everything to turn back to normal... Well... If we count off the total chaos that was left.

Malleus just looks in horror at what he did, then at the blade's tip that was dripping off some of that inky shit and also blood. The blade turned black and then like a movie clip, it showed to Malleus snippets of Riddle's life in black and white. The only non-shadow figure was Riddle himself, while everyone else was just a shadow.

Malleus could hear and see them in the blade's reflection, but no one else seemed to be able to do it too.

Thankfully, once the 'film' finishes and the sword goes back to normal, Riddle wakes up. The first thing the redhead hears was Malleus's 'You shouldn't hide yourself just because your mother finds a side of you disappointing!'. Immediately that breaks down the redhead, who starts to apologise and curl up to hide himself, despite what Malleus demanded him earlier.

Ace still isn't content with just a 'sorry'. And he does voice his opinion that if Riddle wants to ever redeem himself in front of Ace, he will have to work for it. Ace and Deuce were after all... Humiliated in front of the whole dorm.

Malleus is the one who interjects and states that he will be the judge because and I quote: 'Trappola right here might embody, what we humans call 'a bitch' and therefore have a clouded judgement'.

Malleus's decision? Riddle will have to bake alone an apology tart for both Ace and Deuce and also present himself at the re-run of the unbirthday party without the concealing pin. Riddle just accepts his punishment.

The next day, Malleus returns to Heartslabyul, this time along Silver, at the re-run of the unbirthday party. Ace was living the High life uncollared and ready to eat that tart that was oh so promised to him.

Riddle surely came with the 2 promised tarts. He was a bit awkward as one of his wings was bandaged and they along his big tail were dragging on the ground like a long cape. The tarts looked a bit messy, but for a first attempt, it was alright. Deuce had to slap Ace's mouth shut from commenting since Trey helped him bake the Mont blanc, while Riddle did it all alone.

2 tarts and 6 hungry boys. Trey cut the first tart in 6 pieces and everyone took a bite.

It was salty af...

Riddle of course panicked since he followed the recipe to a t and even included Trey's oyster sauce secret ingredient. Now the fact that he poured the entire bottle was a neglected detail.

Trey was just wheezing on the ground as Cater and Silver still enjoyed their tart slices nonetheless. Silver reveals that he does enjoy salty things, much like Cater over here. The difference was that the ginger dragon couldn't stand sweets, while silver was alright with them.

In the end, the unbirthday party wasn't perfectly according to the rules, but it was full of cheers.

After that, Malleus offered to stay and help with the clean-up. That's when Riddle asks why Malleus didn't ask for anything out of him, since he did badmouth him too, not just Adeuce.

Malleus tells him that he wasn't invited by Riddle here at first and he had all the rights to kick him out. As for the badmouthing, he didn't take offense in it, so for Malleus, Riddle didn't do anything wrong to him personally.

As a somewhat apology token for Malleus dealing with his overBlot, Riddle indulges for the prince to copy any of his spells, as he heard from Cater about the sword Malleus carried and what was its purpose. Malleus surely had no idea what spells he should copy, so he just tells Riddle to give him whatever he thinks it's suitable.

Riddle gives Malleus a fire spell and also his unique magic to copy. Malleus was in awe that he was actually able to copy a unique magic.

That was most likely why the sword was a formidable weapon. It could copy unique magic too.

Che'nya also visits. Trey finally busts this lil intruder to be from RSA, the rival school of NRC. Malleus takes note of that too, as he remembered Che'nya was in Riddle's past too.

So Malleus's spells so far were a few. Only 5, one which was just a color changing spell and another being Riddle's unique magic.

After that, things seem to settle down for some time.

But nope... Silver's hoeing around and got the tea about the magishift upcoming tournament.

Malleus compares it to American football and that gets Adeuce curious since 'there are more types of human football???'. Malleus and Silver decide to do a demonstration since Malleus's grandma was a gigantic football/soccer enthusiast. Sure they had no idea how to play American football, but at least they knew the basic one.

So back to the Ramshackle yard!

Setting up some gates out of ice and Silver summoning a football ball, Malleus makes a short introduction of the game before setting up the teams. Malleus and Deuce versus Ace and Silver.

It takes a while for the 2 dragons to get the idea that 'no, you only hit it with the foot, just the gatekeeper can use hands'. But in the end Silver was an unbeatable gatekeeper while Malleus's kick was a very strong one. It was more in between the humans rather than Adeuce.

In the end, the 4 of them get distracted by their football match that they forget that it got late. Cater comes after them, only to get roped into the game too. Unfortunately for him, they realised it was late and Cater had no chance of getting in a match too.

The next day, Cater bothers the 4 boys to show him what's up with this 'football' game. This picks up the attention of Riddle, who asks why suddenly cater shifted his interest from the magishift tryouts to football. Silver and Malleus are forever thankful that at least one person in here besides them knows human slang and things.

Ace again gets cocky and drags Deuce after Cater to try out. Malleus just comes to watch along Silver bc: 'yo, wanna try out?' 'and get my spine broken? No<3'.

They aren't that dumb to go against a bunch of dragons after all, knowing they will most likely be squished the second the start is given.

Adeuce and Cater fail anyway. But no biggie... They discovered football and boy do they love to run after the ball in the Ramshackle yard. Even the ghosts joined as audience or arbitrage.

But as they got absorbed in running after the ball, they failed to notice the wierd string of accidents that occurred.

Crowley comes into play and assigns Malleus to look into it since he was, after all, the 'handyman'. If he does, he can get to play in the magishift tournament as an exhibition match.

Malleus didn't give a flying fuck about it, but anyway. :'3

Entering Detective Malleus! The detective who read way too many mistery novels, yet never figured out why his ice-cream box always gets empty overnight.

So Malleus starts his investigation!

With the interrogation of a few students in the infirmary, them a few random ones, Malleus gathered a lot of testimonies and could draw a line that all of the actual victims were magishift players and that they lost control of their bodies for a hot second, enough to get in an accident.

Meanwhile, Silver hoes around and actually figures everything out.

Malleus was heading to Heartslabyul in the morning to ask for some advice because:

1. There are a lot of accidents and this dorm does have its ways around it.

2. It was the only dorm he knew of.

3. 70% chance of getting free food.

But on his way, disaster strikes again and Malleus finds out that 'oh shit, clover is down'. Not horrendous, but actually down as in a victim of the accidents.

Malleus explains to Adeuce and Cater his investigation results. Riddle again was literally in the room when they were talking, yet no one noticed him until they got spooked.

To motivate Adeuce into contributing to the investigation, since they surely ditched their initial goal of playing in the magishift tournament, Riddle promised that he will get them one way or another a ✨football ball✨ just for them to play with. Deuce does ask what is wrong with the ball silver keeps summoning. Malleus clears it that by using magic, silver will cumulate blot(crow man did explain how blot works after the first overBlot) and on the other hand, the summoned ball was way more lighter than a normal football ball.

In the distance, Silver releases a dad sneeze.

So the investigation team commences! With Cater's list and with a long day ahead, the group are off to investigate!

On their way around, Cater does explain to Malleus why everyone was in humanoid form around here. If they wanted to write, go around the halls, read or attend lessons, they couldn't fit around in their real forms. He also explains that there are more types of dragons than Malleus usually knew. There were the purebloods and most common, Beast dragons, which are wingless, mer dragons, rare, but not as rare as a living human halfling(Riddle pouts at that.) and dragon Fae, which are considered to be one of the most powerful. Rare too, but surely very proficient with magic. Malleus takes note of that.

They reach poemfiore tho. And boy oh boy... Those students in here are way too pretty for their own good. The one they were looking for was Rook Hunt.

And it seemed more like Rook found them rather than them finding him.

Yep... Mark him off the list please...

The next were the Leech twins. Riddle voiced his opinion on how they should literally skip them, but Malleus insisted that 'they need to interrogate everyone on the list'.

Welp... The twins were tall af. Add to that the mirrored looks and the sinister aura they had going on. Poor Adeuce. They are trembling in their boots when those 2 busted them.

Malleus looks at the twins, then at Riddle, then back at the twins. All 3 looked completely human, which made Malleus to internally have a bluescreen moment when Jade cleared out that no, they weren't human the slightest.

More or so... It ended up with the investigation team running for their lives. Riddle was the fastest and unfortunately Ace was the slowest.

With Riddle having to return back to Heartslabyul for Dormhead duties, the group only had to check on one more person: Jack Howl.

Yep... In the end, they got nothing.

But Silver comes and apparently, he forgot to tell Malleus that 'lol the savanaclaw are behind all this, anyway look what mug I found for Father's day, It's a bikini bat mug.'. Malleus just thanks his friend for the lead.

So the next day, they try to pursue him. Cue chase and crashing again into Jack. This time Jack actually decided to help them out. :'3

Cue busting Leona up and yet another overBlot. Malleus really starts to wonder if this is a normal occurrence around here.

But anyway~ stabby time~ this time in the PinKy toe, bc why not? The extra level of pain!

Malleus again sees the past like a black and white film through the blade and just tries to cheer up Leona. It doesn't really work that well, but is Malleus a certified therapist? Nope, but surely he thinks he will be in the near future. He just feels it.

Silver just enjoys the match along Malleus. Savanaclaw hot beaten out by the others and Diasomnia won. To celebrate Lilia decided to bake a cake, but Trey cut off and offered to bake himself a cake. The Dia peeps never were more grateful for the benevolent cake man.

A few days later, Riddle somehow managed to get a football ball he enchanted to not break so easily. He just threw it at Ace's face and boy were Adeuce the happiest. They played with it non-stop until they broke a window and Trey had to confiscate it. Malleus is salty because he didn't get his turn to play before Trey took it. :'3

But ya know how sometimes too much does bad?

So did Silver's hoeing around.

It was the exams period and Malleus was intensively hitting the books. Of course with all of that intense studies and leaving the fun aside for a bit, Malleus managed to get a high score, impressive for a magicless human. He even made it in the top 50! Lilia even congratulated him.

But also silver got a high score too. And so did Adeuce... Along with most students... Which was a bit suspicious.

It was when Adeuce and Silver got anemoned that Malleus realised that 'oh damn, something is going on'. So along his 'non-friend', Jack, Malleus is headed towards the root of the problem.

They end up in the lounge and Malleus is all like 'mafia vibes... cool.'. They realise that all the anemones basically cheated by making a deal with Azul.

In the end, Malleus and Jack request to meet with Azul to discuss the anemone problem. And the Octavinelle dormleader made the grave mistake of asking: 'What can you offer me, human'.

'Hand in marriage, sir...' 'Wut???'

Yep... Floyd is wheezing on the floor. Jade asks if this is why Malleus had that veil over his ponytail. Malleus replied that it's another motive for the veil. But anyway... Azul asks if perhaps... Malleus would give the sword as a collateral, since it seemed like it was the only object of value, for the dragons, Malleus had with him.

Malleus contemplated. Give to Azul the sword and not have to worry that if he forgets it somewhere it won't literally almost cut his head by plunging towards him? But on the other hand, it was the only magic thing Malleus could use.

So Malleus contemplates. Jack told him 'it's a bad idea'. Trey, Cater and Riddle told him 'no, it's dumb, don't do it.'. Lilia told him 'let me fix this... Don't do anything dumb, please.'.

But Leona said that 'it's a dumb idea, don't do it.'. So Malleus will do it just to piss him off. >:/

So he comes back at Azul with: 'Imma get that photo from the museum in 3 days, otherwise I'll be your bride!'.

Azul literally had 0 control over that contract, so he just prepares himself mentally for the marriage as the twins enjoy seeing him suffer.

Only Silver and Lilia knew Malleus was actually a prince and the valuable treasures that will come in his possession after he gets married and inherits the throne. So Azul had no goddamn idea what Malleus actually offered to him.

As a neutral collateral, Malleus plunged his sword into Azul's office, offering that as a neutral prize.

So Silver, Jack and Adeuce go along Malleus, using the water breathing potion the dormleader oh so generously provided, in order to get that photo.

Except they meet the twins in their mer forms.

Floyd explains that this is still not their real form, just a form to blend in with the other merpeople. Then he proceeds to squeeze the living daylights out of Adeuce.

Except that when Jade reached for Malleus and Jack, the ghost blade came woshing through, cutting Jade's arm fin and plunging into a coral. Malleus was never so happy the sword came to save his ass.

Apparently Azul couldn't keep that much the sword in his office. :'3

Where was silver during all this? Using his charm and carisma to basically waltz in the museum and get that photo like free candy.

So the next day, Malleus busts in Octavinelle at 3 am with the photo like: 'Ashengrotto, wake up! The marriage is down!'.

Except that it was the wrong photo... None of them knew how prince Rielle actually looked so Silver snatched the wrong photo without even looking at the description.

Azul was just groaning. It was 3 am and this human barged in, only for him to bring the wrong photo. And here he thought that he would have hopes of not getting married so early. Wasn't it enough that Jade's arm was bandaged now and that the sword literally flew out of the office?

So Azul has no other option than to tell Malleus that 'you got the wrong photo... Try again.'. He was going to be fair, after all.

But not before committing to the fact that yes, he will have to marry this human. So Azul decides to keep in a bit Malleus and try to get comfortable around the human.

But because after all, it cut Jade, therefore half stabbing, the ghost blade allowed Malleus to see a glimpse of his past.

And to his luck it was exactly when the twins met Azul.

'so you had a hard school life?' 'mhm' 'At least we have something in common...'

It didn't occur to Azul what actually Malleus meant, but oh well... The human was warm. The human is actually a great pillow.

Meanwhile, Malleus was messaging Silver with 'bro, you got the wrong photo'. The reply was a 'bro how tf am I expected to know how that mf looks like?'. And after that a lot of memes.

Jack was the one to pick Malleus up, since Azul fell again asleep and the poor human was literally covered by the other's wings and texting to Silver. (Azul's the only one out of the octatrio that has wings and he hates it with a burning passion).

It seems like the twins enjoyed running the lounge while Azul overslept because of a certain human with shitty sleep schedule.

In the end Silver pulls a big brain moment and gets Leona on board to destroy the contracts like in cannon.

Welp... Azul overblotted... He gets smacked back to his senses and yet again Malleus goes stabby stab, this time in an octopus tentacle, because he's like that. :'3

Cue another angsty film noir montage. ;-;

Well... In the end Azul tells Malleus that since all the contracts are destroyed, the deal isn't valid anymore. Silver finally points out that Azul missed on the biggest treasure pile addition any dragon could have and Azul just loses it.

He literally had the royal treasures of the Thorn Valley under his pinky and didn't realise it. Because Malleus is a forgetfull human. :'D

Anyway... Malleus lives yet another day with no ring on the finger.

Floyd found it fun the said sword and so, he indulges for Malleus to copy his unique magic. Azul adds onto it with his 'it's a deal'. Jade gives nothing bc Malleus had to apologise to him for cutting his arm fin.

After that, they have to return the photo to the Atlantica museum. Azul refuses to show his mer form, but they saw chubby baby Azul.

Malleus like 'I already saw him' was peak shock for everyone else.

But anyway the winter holiday comes around...

Lilia tells Malleus and Silver that he will go back to the thorn Valley to talk with the queen. The 2 couldn't go since they had to 'keep Sebek sum company'.

Sebek was a dragon that had a concealing jewelry too. He always reffered to Malleus and Silver as 'Stabby human and magic human'.

Sebek seemed to not like their company, so they leaved him in his own thing.

As a handyman, Malleus had the task of giving wood to the fire fairies in the cafeteria, so Silver was helping him out with that.

They meet the Scarabia peeps yet again! Malleus notes how Kalim and Jamil had 3 Pairs of wings, to which Kalim happily shows them their use.

So they visit scarabia and realise that 'oh shit, you gotta fly to the dorm'. Apparently Scarabia was a floating dorm and you had to fly from the mirror drop point to the dorm. Kalim and Jamil were dragons that were proficient at flying, their families being ones of nomad dragons, hence the additional pairs of wings.

So they stay over at scarabia... And it takes them a whole 24 hour day to realise that 'oh we're held hostages... Anyway'...

Malleus realises that when he uses 'it's a deal', his blade becomes a bunch of tentacles that can grip on things.

So the solution? Tarzan swing around and hope they won't miss the mirror.

Just the middle of the night... The Scarabia wakes up to see the 2 hoomans swinging and screaming their lungs out as they slam in the Scarabia mirror and fly all the way through the Octavinelle one.

How did none of them break a bone is a mistery up to this day... U-U

Just Azul being absolutely done with Malleus breaking in the lounge.

In the end, the octatrio help silver and Malleus to go back there and figure this shit out.

Malleus has the most crappy intros ever. He's all like 'this is my almost spouse and my almost spiritual brothers in law.'. Jamil is just done with this clownery.

Of course since they couldn't fly, the humans and the twins had to stay on the bench. Azul faked a 'wing injury' and got to join the 'we can't fly' group. So bc they had to join in the training camp, Azul takes over with the management and things go well for once.

Except that they bust up Jamil in the end, he Overblots and the group get dokkaned. But because there's literally 0 ground for a good chunk of height, the group just falls down expecting a harsh impact with the ground.

Azul just grabs onto Malleus and Silver and pathetically flaps his wings, trying to avoid getting a pancake. The twins are literally glued to poor Kalim who forgot he had wings.

They get saved by Sebek in his big dragon form! :D

And Sebek had a lot of mixed scales patterns in green and black, a more crocodile like tail and of course, when back in the humanoid form, he looked more beastlike than the others.

It turns out Sebek was a human halfling too. Even though he made it clear that he hated humans.

Anyway... Back to the Scarabia dorm... Malleus this time pulls a smart move. Since his sword literally cannot absorb blot, he uses 'it's a deal' and bind the heart to weaken Jamil enough so he could get stabby stabby... :D

Kalim uses his oasis maker so that he could put out Jamil's mayhem and the twins show their real forms in order to put the Phanthom down.

Another sad montage in the blade and Jamil now has one wing stabbed... :'3

Malleus... Pls... Don't stab people to understand their trauma...

Welp... Jamil had to sulk and suck it up, but in the end, Kalim decided to make an effort and try to be a bit more careful and show more care towards Jamil.

When Lilia returns, he is happy to see that Sebek, Silver and Malleus actually got along in the end. They were playing uno and Silver pulled a double +4 on Sebek. Malleus already had half a deck in his hand. :'3

Meanwhile, at Octavinelle... The twins commit to their. 'almost spiritual brothers in law' just to annoy the living shit out of Azul.

Pom pom arc comes around and the dia peeps need holy water.

When the VDC was announced, Malleus, silver and Sebek woke up one day with pepaw Lilia exercising his pole dancing skills.

They heard a bone crack and decided that they will get outta there. And aquire holy water and bleach.

Adeuce bring up the VDC and Malleus immediately is all like 'nope<3, I was tainted enough'. But he still supports his 2 friends in auditioning for the VDC. He's just the 'emotional support hooman'.

They even have a tag for him. x3

So when the audition day comes around, Malleus is there, with his tag, along Adeuce. They meet up with Cater and also meet Ortho, who apparently has a pair of robo-wings. Malleus is curious about it, but everyone else stops him from asking.

The auditions commence and Malleus is sitting in a corner with his tag and sword. Sum students came to cry on him, rest or just vent, but Malleus was just texting silver who apparently is popping off somewhere with some NRC peeps.

So the results come and Adeuce pass! Yay :3

But Malleus is also additionally called. So that picked his interest.

It turns out Malleus was called because Crowley chose Ramshackle to host the VDC boys while on training camp, since Malleus and Adeuce often stood around there and in the end it became somewhat clean.

Malleus is again, the handyman, which means he had to keep Ramshackle clean...

Rook is all like 'Curious human!' and Malleus be weirded out. Poor human... Gib him sum slack.

Epel was a much more smaller dragon... But unlike Riddle's extremely big wings and tail, Epel had them proportional with his height. Which made him look cute.

Unlike his real attitude...

Much like in cannon, the training camp is utter hell. Malleus hid some goodies he got from Trey before Vil could curse those and so, he would do his utter best to have them not be found.

But in the end, dragons have a much more sensitive smell and so, it was just a matter of time until Vil asked to inspect his room and find the said goodies.

So in his new goal of getting some goodies to eat... Malleus crashes yet again at Heartslabyul. This time Trey was busy helping out Riddle with the management papers. The redhead had to give some papers to the Ignihyde dormleader. Malleus offers to send them if Trey gives some goodies.

Yes... At this point Vil's diet made Malleus desperate.

Trey promised to Malleus a bit of the leftovers, so the human was more than content with that. Off he was to Ignihyde!

Malleus surely was took aback by the whole load of SF like tech. He runs again into Ortho and asks for directions towards the Ignihyde Dormhead. Ortho offers to take the papers himself to his brother, but Malleus insists that he has to do his job and personally give them to the Dormhead.

He didn't yet make the connection that Ortho's big brother was actually the Ignihyde dormleader. Just give him time... :'3

Idia was just minding his own business when Ortho and the very pretty magicless human come at him with some papers from Riddle, making the Dormhead to actually get a spook.

The most noticeable things about Idia were the black and silver decorated horns that were rounded like some kind of lose swirls, ash black wings tattered at the end, a slim black tail with a small flame at the tip and his bright blue flame hair.

Cue the most awkward conversation ever.

To their luck, Azul also drops by. Ortho is a lil gremlin and leaves the 3 alone to 'Bond and help big brother actually make a proper real life conversation with another being capable of higher thought'.

It ends up with Malleus overstaying along Azul because Idia had the balls to ask about the humans video-games. Idia loves to see what the humans come up with in the anime and video-game industry. Malleus unfortunately doesn't have video-games at home, but he knows Silver had Just Dance, as his father had a much wider collection.

So the 3 bond! Yay! :D

Again, for this chapter, things go almost the same as in cannon. Except that Malleus gets to meet Neige and the drawves. The drawves are a bit skeptical of the hooman with the sword, but Malleus is just very curious. He doesn't mean harm... The fact that he stabbed sum dragons around and is capable of fighting down an Overblot dragon are very neglectable details... U-U

Since Malleus received 2 tickets, one he thought about giving it to Silver. It turns out Lilia bought 2 tickets for him and Silver, so Malleus had 0 idea of who to give it to.

In the end, he gives it to Sebek. The dragon halfling was a bit skeptical, asking if there was any catch to it, since humans tend to be sneaky. Malleus just tells him that he wants to spend a bit of time with Sebek and perhaps get to become friends, since it seemed like Silver got along with him at one point.

Sebek's respect for the magicless human rose a bit.

On the big day, actually Malleus explores around for a bit before attending the rehearsals and also the overBlot.

Vil was and forever will be a fabulous dragon and a dramatic af overBlot. U-Ub

But in the end, RSA won with the nursery rhyme remix. Malleus just puts on his 'emotional support hooman' sign and leaves Adeuce and Kalim to just whine on his shoulders while Jamil and Epel throw hands at Rook.

At this point Malleus discovered his real call: being an emotional support hooman.

After the VDC show, Malleus offers to look around the stalls with Sebek and get to properly know each other, despite Malleus actually being beat from the overBlot.

Again, Sebek's respect for the human prince went up.

As a reward for his beautiful work, Rook gave to Malleus his um. But Malleus had 0 idea what that magic was supposed to do, so he is left with a small note with the spell's name and confusion to the max.

Chapter 6 tho -3-

Malleus tries to understand what exactly does Rook's um do. Ortho is curious too about it and tries to help.

It ends up with Malleus inflicting the spell onto ortho, but it was literally just a momentary sparkle. Thinking it was just for show, Malleus leaves it at that. Ace does say how it's a lame um, getting a smack from Deuce.

Well... It sure is useful when STIX break in. Since it was revealed that Idia and Ortho are actually tightly connected with the charons that kidnapped the previous overBlot victims, Rook nudged Malleus to use his um.

Now the blade could be a map and show exactly where Ortho was: the STIX HQ. Rook also used 'I see you' on a Charon, which pointed to a similar place.

So off they were. Rook and Epel had no problem with flying. Just change into their true forms and off they were. Rook also carried Malleus, since humans can't fly unfortunately.

Meanwhile, at diasomnia, Sebek and silver panic since 'oh shit, we lost the human/Malleus'.

Meanwhile Malleus slays some Poemfiore uniforms and breaks in STIX with the power of his sword skills and disastrous flirting.

Yep... Idia is just living a nightmare at the moment.

The captured boys aren't that 'relieved' to see the rescue trio as Malleus expected. Vil was looking on the verge of strangling them. Jamil was just rolling his eyes and pouting in his corner. Azul actually looked happy to see Malleus came for him too and not just for Vil like Rook and Epel. Leona didn't give a flying fuck about it. Riddle actually was the uncomfortable one, since they didn't let him have his concealing pin.

The whole ortho frees the tartarus ghosts happen and boy oh boy does it get chaotic.

Now Malleus wished he could've copied Deuce's um. Alas, Epel got his own um and the tartarus blot thingies were also not that much of a hassle to violently poke them with the sword.

The overBlot tho... THAT was something entirely different.

Where to stab Idia if his overBlot form was decked in armour? Why of course we stab the bigass Phanthom. :'3

Cue again the sad film montage in the blade. Except it was ortho's memories, so they show how poor ortho had his wings cut off by the Phanthoms. Idia swore that he will never fly again because of that. Ortho had a pair of artificial wings, but still Idia didn't forgive himself, so he damaged his own wings, so he couldn't be able to fly again, only his little brother as ortho deserved it more than him.

Actually that made Malleus to tear up a bit... ;-;

But also imagine that Malleus also had with him the 'emotional support hooman' tag. So he just flings it over his neck and offers a hug for everyone.

And you know what? Idia accepts the hug. After all that he's been through, a hug was just a godsend for him.

When they get back, Adeuce, Sebek and Silver immediately tackle Malleus like 'We leave you unsupervised for one minute and you end up out of the country'.

Idia now got attached to the 'emotional support hooman'. Azul's all like 'bish share... I was first'. Adeuce request their 'first come first get' privileges. Sebek shooes them off because 'YOU'RE SQUISHING THE HUMAN!'.

Silver is the actual boss since he was and forever will be Malleus's first friend.

With this, we finish the story. Chap 7 doesn't happen and Malleus finally showed his mastery of the sword so he will go back home for the summer holiday. Officially, Malleus was an NRC student and finally he found a place where he is fulfilled and made friends and possibly lovers.

Malleus was just happy!

Now since the main story was taken care of, time for the events!

In another post :'3 since this one has over 10100 words. A long journey and already I holded you here enough.

So maybe in a later post it will come! :D

Until next time! Buh bye!

#twisted wonderland #twst malleus #malleus draconia #It's just Malleus's pokemon adventure #But with a sword for pokeballs and and magic spells as pokemons #:'3 #This is just another one of my crack shows

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tragicbackstoryenjoyer · 2 years

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Happy STS!

Amazon or Netflix want to adapt Blood of Gods. Assuming you have complete creative control what would your requirements be in order to make it a product that is up to your ideal standards?

Ooh, what an interesting question! Here are 11 things that come to mind, in no particular order:

Really good costumes and sets, but especially costumes. They don't need to look exactly like how I describe them in the book, but they do need to be beautifully made to represent the different cultures, classes, and religions of the setting, as well as the general opulence that it should bring to the story. Since Blood of Gods is a very "grounded" fantasy, a good background in historical fashion would be good.

On that note: the creators should have a respectable knowledge of the history surrounding the real-life events that Blood of Gods takes inspiration from. (Namely, the Crusades and the treatment of Jews in medieval/renaissance Europe in general.) I wouldn't want the cultural inspirations to be wiped away.

Do not woobify Lucius! YES he has a tragic backstory YES he's canonically handsome YES he is capable of great unselfish love for someone and YES I know that I've probably set up the perfect environment for villain stans. That's fine, I just wouldn't want any adaptation to be colored by that. All of his many atrocities should be depicted as what they are. Ashala shouldn't be made to look unnecessarily petty for hating him.

I think Blood of Gods would work best as either a live-action movie or limited mini-series. It's a standalone book, so there's really only so much story there to be adapted unless the story was extended beyond its ending in the book, which I really wouldn't want.

Oh yeah, on that note: DON'T FUCKING WITH THE ENDING. If you even LOOK at the ending I'm going to stomp you to death with my hooves. This is probably the most important point on this list. Some of my first draft betas didn't like my ending. That's fine! It's not what I'd expect to be popular. But I'm very firm on the fact that the ending I have (in all its glorious uncertainty) is the ending that is right for the story, and I'm not changing it.

The showrunner/director would probably have to be a woman. Sorry! Obviously exceptions could be made based on the individual, but I'd just trust a woman to handle the heavily female main cast and the large sapphic element much better.

Speaking of: keep all the gay stuff in! And don't try to make it PG-13! Ashala FUCKS and that's that on that!

Generally actors should at least somewhat resemble their characters. You know the drill. They should not be casting some bombshell to play Ashala and they should not be casting a twig to play Vesta.

All the actors need to be good, but Vesta's actress needs SERIOUS range. Not only because Vesta is a very complex character who goes through probably the heaviest amount of character development over the course of the story, but because ideally she'd also play Amata in flashbacks. Amata is a very, very different character, and it would be easy for a lesser actress to ignore her depth.

Do NOT make Ashala any more physically "badass" than she is in the book. She is LAME! She's a LOSER! A younger modern AU Ashala definitely walked the mile in gym class, okay? Yes she's technically a knight but she didn't earn that position through meritocratic means. Plus, long-term lack of access to sufficient food has probably done some irreparable damage to her body. I know that it's hard for Hollywood to wrap its head around, but it is possible to have a powerful female character who isn't necessarily powerful physically.

I've seen a couple others mention chemistry tests for actors, and I'll second that for any Blood of Gods adaptation. As I've said in other posts, a major theme of the story is forbidden love. If the audience cannot believe that certain characters are in love, then a huge part of the story falls apart

Aaaand that's all I can think of off the top of my head. In all honesty, I'd never expect BOG to be adapted, even if I can get it published. Sapphic stuff just doesn't seem to draw a large crowd when it comes to Hollywood, and as I said before I doubt my ending is going to be overwhelmingly popular. I doubt it would be as expensive as some other fantasy adaptations (magic plays a very minimal on-page/screen role) but due to the exotic setting, it still would probably need a decent budget that I don't think Hollywood would ever throw at something like this.

Whatever. Enough moping. This was fun to think about.

#ask #wip: blood of gods

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floret-botanica · 2 years

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Top 5 games (of any kind -- video, board, card, roleplaying, whatever)? Top 5 favorite tropes/cliches (to read or write or both, your choice)?

Apparently I cannot stop myself from making long posts, so this one's under the cut I guess.

Also there's a little weird confrontational energy to parts of this, so just ready yourself for that I guess.

Hoo boy that's a lot of type-of-game choices. Best attempts have been made, but the ranking is probably a little squiffy.

Gamer Hours

1. Child of Light

Ubisoft is kind of the worst, but I love this game. I've replayed it in it's entirety at least five times, because I have a lot of feelings about it, and it's beautiful. The music gives me so much joy and as a complete experience it's had a massive continuing influence on the kind of media I enjoy. I would highly recommend watching the opening cutscene/cinematic because it is gorgeous and better showcases my reasons for loving this game than I ever could in writing.

2. D&D and Songbirds

Yeah, the system is awkward and complicated, but it is still how I got into TTRPGs. Personally, I love the crunchiness, and I love making funky little characters who will only ever exist in my mind. Also quite a lot of my current friendships started from this wacky little guy, so that's nice.

Songbirds is probably my actual favourite TTRPG, but it's complicated in a very different way, so I have not yet convinced anyone to play it with me.

3. Star Stable

I'm too old for it. I know. Age is a construct, and I am allowed to enjoy whatever I want, however, I am too old for it. But you have to understand. When one has spent upwards of eight years playing a game which releases story episodically and in very small chunks, there is a level of emotional investment that I cannot even begin to describe. I fucking love this shitty little game.

4. Bananagrams

My family have always played board/card games together, so there are a lot of options (Gin Rummy, 500, and Pit all deserve honourable mentions) but I love Bananagrams. I must admit, this is almost entirely due to the fact that I'm always around 10-20 games ahead of everyone else, BUT it is also a good game for other reasons I guess (/j). All of us are also quite extremely competitive so it gets pretty heated, but it's a great time.

5. Sims 4

My cash grab beloved. Yeah, the Sims 3 has better content, and, while I've never played them, I'm assured that Sims 1 & 2 were excellent (X to doubt). They just look awful nowadays and the Sims 4 is nice and pretty and I think it's good. I'm strongly in favour of the cartoon-y style, and if I want to give EA all my money then that's my goddamn prerogative and I will not be taking any criticism.

Additional Notes

An honourable mention must go to Minecraft, which I've been on since almost the very beginning. I don't play that often, so it's mostly on the list because my internet name, floret-botanica, is partly inspired by the Botania mod.

Also Spiritfarer (viddy game) and Wanderhome (TTRPG) should be mentioned here, but I haven't had long enough with either of them to be top five worthy. I do adore them though. They both invoke "the Child of Light feelings" in me, which is definitely a big part of it.

Tropes/Cliches

Modern AU / Urban Fantasy

I love Oxventure, and I love Critical Role, but I do not gel with the setting. I have absolutely no time for this medieval, high fantasy nonsense, because phones are good and it's good when people text each other. Yes, magic is great, but why not also technology? Treat yourself. Let us all luxuriate in the glorious possibilities of both.

These are a joy to write. I generally default to an urban fantasy setting even when that is not the original plan. However, most of the traditionally published urban fantasy is not to my taste at all, unfortunately.

Slow burn

Complicated relationship with slow burn tbh. I basically only read oneshots (except for Oxventure-related stuff) and don't have the drive to commit to writing long fics, but I do have a lot of ideas that would be slow burn stories. Also, it’s nice when people to fall in love slowly, but I often don't feel the need to have that written out. Just the understanding that they've Been Like This™ for forever. Bonus points if all their friends know, but can't say anything, or all their friends assume that they're already together but they're still in denial or oblivious.

Soulmates

I love a soulmate story. I have one proper polyguild soulmate AU which I recently remembered and it's now living rent free in my mind. I generally don't worldbuild, but I really wanted this to Make Sense logistically and not be instant love (because boring) so I've done a bit of fiddling to make that work. The mechanic of this one means that the soulmate mark* relates to the realisation of love, if that love is permanent, regardless of the level of reciprocation (which avoids instant love). You can even continue shenanigans, because even if the feelings are returned, they can still get the mark at different times, so more time for sadness >:). Also they give you opportunities to do metaphors and other nonsense which I enjoy.

I never really seek out soulmate stories, but to be fair, I only reliably read Oxventure fics and we can't afford to be picky lol. Basically, I prefer writing/thinking of them to reading them (also my previously mentioned dislike of instalove makes most of them pretty eh).

*It's complicated. But kind of colours.

A Whole Bunch of Stuff to do with Destiny

This one's complicated and (kind of?) similar to soulmates, but anything about prophecy, chosen one(s) or closed-loop time travel (with the massive caveat that I need free will to remain intact). I fucking love symbolism and allegory and both of those work into these tropes/cliches so well. Quick highlights:

Prophecies which were thought to mean one thing, but actually mean another.

People changing their behaviour to make a prophecy true.

Chosen ones who are bad at it.

Closed loop time travel is kind of a separate thing, but I like the puzzle of travelling back in time, only to realise that your actions in the past caused the events of the future. While it's obviously "more interesting" I don't really enjoy the travelling back in time and creating an entirely new future.

I have never written anything like this, but I do seek out these kind of themes in the non-fanfic written media that I read.

Whatever it is Where They are Softly and Intimately in Love

Hurt/Comfort and fluff and cuddling? I guess? That soft kind of sadness where it is alright, really, but you just want to sit with someone. Melancholy is the best word I have for it, but less... sad. A deep and intense appreciation for each other, to the point where it isn't a big deal, where someone's presence is no longer an event. It just is. That reflection and understanding and peace is what I love (if that makes any sense).

I read a lot of slow-paced stories, which is definitely a part of this. Never written anything to similar though (but I think my stories run slow-paced? Maybe?).

Additional Notes

This one was quite difficult and I went a little off script because I don't often think of tropes or cliches. Additionally, it isn't in ranked order, and the first three aren't even in order I wrote them. Vibes only. Ranked order would be:

Whatever it is Where They are Softly and Intimately in Love

A Whole Bunch of Stuff to do with Destiny

Soulmates

Slow burn

Modern AU / Urban Fantasy

Again, I don’t really seek any of these out (except maybe the first two), so this is more based on how happy I am when they come up and are done well.

#long post #I feel like my answers are always ridiculously long but I'm having fun so who cares #I wrote this instead of spending time with my extended family #good for me #also it's full Christmas for me today #so consider this your weird gift from that extended family member who you don't really know lol #messing around with asks #talking to people online

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revengeworld · 3 years

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Meat I

Werewolf! Flip x Reader - Medieval AU

Word Count: +2.800

Warnings: A bit of Blood and slight description of Rituals, I guess

AN: This will be a six Part series. It has nothing to do with the movie and is a complete medieval AU with it’s own lore about werewolfs. I thought it might be an interesting turn on it :>

MY MASTERLIST ♥

Flip let out a long yawn until a small yelp escaped his throat and he let his tongue graze over his long fangs.

This Full Moon gathering would be as boring as the last and he still hated the thought that his turn would at least be two more years away.

Resting his head into his big clawed hand, his eyes were fixated on the Alpha wolves that we’re sitting near the sacrificial stone where the chosen prey would be laid out.

Flip let out a low snicker when he thought about his chosen one being displayed in front of everyone before he would sink his teeth and claws in her soft flesh before he would devour her.

At least he would see his little meat in just mere hours when he would go down the mountain to visit her village as soon as this was all over.

Already drifting off and thinking of his chosen one, Flip’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a screaming and sobbing voice which made the fur in his neck stand up.

Opening his eyes he saw the young human woman being thrown onto the sacrificial stone.

Before he could even think his massive body was already moving. His claws were digging into the dirt while he sprinted down the hill and rushed in front of the person that had been laid and chained onto the stone plate.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY MEAT!” he growled at the younger new werewolf that was now huddled on the ground, terrified of what Flip might do to him.

Flip was standing on his hind legs, in his full height, he was terrifying even for his own kind.

“Flip, do you want to claim this human as yours?” one of the elders asked the raging werewolf.

“You know what that would mean, you would need to fight one of your own for it.”

“She is mine!” he growled back, drool dripping from his fangs while his eyes had not left the trembling younger wolf.

Everyone knew that he had picked her for his next turn. And normally the other wolves respected someone’s choice and left the chosen human alone, but this rookie had no ideas of their traditions and rules yet.

“I will rip him apart if I have to!” he warned but before the elder could even reply to that the young wolf was already yelping.

“I didn’t know! You can have her! I don’t want a fight!” it whimpered, his tail hiding between his legs.

Letting out a furious huff, Flip landed with his front paws back on the ground with a rumble, to scare the rookie just a bit more so they ran back into the crowd of wolves who snickered and howled, but he didn’t care about their mocking.

With a deep growl, he looked over his shoulder where the young woman was still sobbing and whimpering in fear of what might happen to her.

Taking the heavy chains into his mouth he bit with ease through them to free his scared human.

“Come, little meat.” he whispered and carefully wrapped his strong arms around her body, highly aware not to hurt her with his sharp claws, while she held onto his furry shoulders for support.

“Your turn will be given to the one you … defeated.”

“So be it. I have what I wanted.” he growled back at the elders while he pushed his way through the crowd of wolves who had expected a glorious blood bath while Flip would devour her, but instead, he vanished with her in his arms into the dark cold forest.

Ignoring the taunting calls behind his back he continued along the path towards the caves. Flip could feel her trembling hands dig into his fur while her sobbing echoed against the cold stone walls of the cave entrance.

Slowly lowering his gaze his eyes met hers even though she wasn’t able to look at him. Thanks to the curse she would now be blind, especially since another wolf had cursed her and he couldn’t have done it himself. Now, her normal gorgeous eyes were just completely white.

Nuzzling with his snout against her cold cheek, she flinched slightly and let out a scared whimper.

“Don’t worry, little meat. I would never harm you.” gently nibbling on her ear, Flip barely could hold back his excitement.

Yes, he had desperately waited over a year to eat and devour her until now. But finally being able to see her this up close and admire every little thing about her complexion, this thought seemed ridiculous! He wanted to keep her, just for himself. His little meat, now and forever.

Carefully squeezing through a tighter gap, they had finally made it underground, to the city of the wolves.

For hundreds of years, they had lived down here, hidden away from the humans that tried to hunt them down until the wolves knew how to fight back with the curse that they were now controlling them with. Thinning them out overtime to get the upper hand.

Suddenly feeling her little fingers dig deeper into his fur he looked down at her curious face that had turned to the light of the city.

Y/N could barely make out the light glimmer in the constant darkness that she had to endure now.

Listening closer to the heavy footsteps, she could tell that he was still walking on a stony path, but the rustling wind through the leaves was missing in the background and she could hear no other animals or the river that was so close before.

“Wh...where are you bringing me?” her voice just a whisper, but still strong.

“Home, Meat. Our home.” pushing the wooden door of his house open with his broad shoulder, he looked around his simple home.

It was not really suited for a human, but he would make due in time to provide a better place for her, but now he needed to concentrate. There was not much time left and he needed to act fast.

The full moon was rising and he could feel his powers weaken already.

Gently letting her down on her feet, Flip laid one of his big paws under her chin before he let his soft tongue graze over her face.

“Don’t cry, meat. We’re home now.” she just whimpered at his words while scrunching up her face since he kept licking over her warm cheeks.

Turning her head with one hand, Flip lifted his other to rip open the collar of her dress to expose her chest and let his claw run over her collarbone. She screamed in pain while he carved his sigil into her feverish warm skin before he gently licked over the fresh wound, tasting her sweet sweet blood while she tried to push him away from her.

“What did you do to me?!”

“Marked you as mine, of course.” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in this world while he looked satisfied down at his sign on her that had instantly healed, but for Y/N nothing was clear. Just this morning when she was about to start her work, out of the corner of her eyes she had seen a red streak smeared across their front door before everything around her suddenly went dark and she could hear her Father screaming, even sobbing while he repeatedly mumbled an apology.

She had known what that meant, but not that it really happened to her after all these stories of the sacrifices to the deities in the forest, it seemed so surreal.

When she was brought into the forest to be left behind, she could hear the little river nearby while they had carried her. Could listen to the leaves crunching under their feet than she had nothing else to trust any more than her ears since her sight was stolen from her.

Barely being able to make out two glimmers from the torches the man had pierced into the ground, she was just waiting in her darkness, listening to anything, the rustling of the leaves when the wind was moving them, the cry of a deer before she could hear it run through a puddle until…. There right in front of her, Y/N could hear multiple footsteps coming quickly closer to her.

The next thing she knew was that something was laid around each of her wrists and ankles before she was grabbed and dragged away until they threw her on something hard and a loud howl rumbled in her ears while she tried to fight whoever was trying to chain her down.

And now she was blind and helpless with a monster claiming her as his own.

Monsters … not spirits of the forest that they worshipped, monsters that ate them instead of allowing them to bring them into a better world. She wanted to cry and scream, furious at herself that she had believed the lies of her village, now it made so much more sense that her Father had cried and apologized. He hadn’t cried out of happiness that she had been chosen. He had cried because he would lose her forever.

“What exactly are you … no God that is for sure...” running with her hands over her ripped clothes she noticed that he had at least left her undergarment in one piece until her fingers brushed over the new scar that he had created. His ‘mark’ as he had stated.

Suddenly feeling his gigantic hand cup her own Y/N suddenly felt his soft tongue graze over her palm before he placed it onto his own snout.

“You can find out, my little meat.”

“I have a name!” she huffed angrily and still her hands were gently wandering over his face. Flip wanted to close his eyes and enjoy every little bit of her soft touch but he just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Her brows had furrowed in concentration while her hands wandered over his face. A long snout like that of a dog… no like that of a wolf, just much bigger.

“Careful around the teeth, Meat.” Flip growled with a snicker and opened his mouth a little.

She could feel his slobber drip onto her wrist while she felt the gigantic teeth in his mouth. Swallowing hard, even though she knew that he could just bite her hands off right now, she couldn’t stop her fascination and kept exploring and Flip could see that curiosity.

But time was cut short for him, he nuzzled his head closer against hers until her back was pushed against the wall and she was caught in a warm hug, feeling his hot breath fan against her skin.

The Fullmoon was up and he couldn’t fight it any longer. When his heavy body slumped slightly down onto Y/N, she started to whimper again shortly before crying again while he started to grunt and growl into her ear.

Being pressed between this gigantic beast and the cold wall in her back, Y/N started to panic. Would he eat her now? Would this be the end of her life?

Trying to push him away, she suddenly grabbed both of his ears which made him yelp while they seemed to change in her hands.

The heavyweight on top of her body seemed to get lighter while his growling turned into heavy strained breathing, even the deep rumbling tone in his voice got softer.

Suddenly instead of the fluffy ears, Y/N had felt earlier, she could now feel that they had slowly shifted in a mix of pointy fluffy ears and when she slowly let her fingers brush down she could feel the almost human ears until she suddenly felt plum lips kiss over her neck while she heard an excited snicker in her ear.

“Finally you’re mine, little meat.”

Hearing that voice again, without the deep distorted undertone, Y/N suddenly could see a dark-haired man in front of her inner eye … a wanderer who came once a month to buy her meat pastries at the butchery from her Father.

Immediately she pushed the man away and let her hands run through the long black locks before she brushed gentle but hectically over his face. The big crooked nose and those plum lips her friends had admired from afar and had so often teased her that the stranger only came here for her and not really the pastries he purchased.

Anger was bubbling up in her chest before she pushed the other away while accidentally scratching his cheek.

He growled in surprise and instinctively grabbed her wrist to pull her closer again to just staring into her furious but beautiful face.

“Feisty aren’t we, Meat?” he snickered again and she just glared in his direction since she couldn’t look at him directly.

“I have a name, you godforsaken monster!” she hissed back at him, but Flip only smiled. He loved this fire inside of her, she had never backed down from a confrontation, even once as long as he had watched her. The boys in her village who tried to tease her for being the butcher’s daughter and got a good whack with a broom.

“A Monster, huh? You wouldn’t be wrong with that, Meat.”

“My names Y/N!” shoving him away a second time, she grabbed her ripped dress tightly, trying to stay covered.

“A wonderful name… but I like my nickname more, Meat.” pressing a gentle kiss against her cheek, she quickly flinched away from him.

“Wait here, I got something for you.” turning away for a moment he quickly turned back to Y/N who was stretching her arms out to search for a point she could orient herself on.

With his big hand, Flip softly cupped one of hers and led her towards a table and small chair that he had in his bare house. Since he only transformed into a human once a month he didn’t need much to live like one, but now that he would have Y/N in his care, much earlier than he had expected he needed to think of a way to provide for her.

When she was sitting on the chair, still trying to cover herself while her blind eyes were staring into the emptiness, he made his way to the bed of hay that he used to sleep on and searched through the pile of clothes next to it. First, he clothed himself, knowing that humans didn’t like it when others were running around naked before he pulled out a small box that he had carefully put away.

Opening the lid, he looked down on the red soft fabric of a cloak.

Flip pushed himself off the ground before returning to Y/N who was quietly sitting on the chair he had left her on.

“Here, this is for you.” he whispered into her ear, before she could feel his lips against her temple again before she could pull her head away and suddenly felt something warm and soft laying on her legs.

She loosened one hand from the ripped collar of her dress before she carefully let her palm brush over the red cloak.

“W… what is it?”

“A cloak! The red cloak you wanted!” Flip immediately stated excited while kneeling down next to her, knowing how often she had talked about it with her friends but how it was always too expensive for her.

With an excited smile, he looked up into her face but there was not the happy expression he had expected.

The cloak was thrown back at him and he quickly pulled it away from his face.

“What is wrong with you?!” she screamed at him.

“You wanted to eat me and suddenly you even have a present? What were you even thinking?!”

“I …. I thought it would’ve comforted you … before-”

“Before I would’ve got eaten by a monster!? You must’ve lost your mind!” standing back on her feet, she wanted to leave, Y/N just wanted to get away from this maniac.

But immediately when she took her first step, she stumbled against the table in front of her before she tried to evade it but only stumbled over the hem of her own dress and landed back into the big and strong arms of this monster that she couldn’t even see.

“Do you think leaving is such a smart idea right now? You would get lost as soon as you would set foot back into the forest and either starve or freeze to death, my little meat.”

It was true, she was helpless now that she was blind, but staying here? What life would that even be. Being the pet of this … this thing?

Shaking her head, another tear rolled down her heated face.

“Don’t worry, meat. I will take the best care of you.” nuzzling his head against her, she let out another devastated sob.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #werewolf!flip #werewolf flip #flip zimmerman au #flip zimmerman imagine

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 4 years

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(Open Rp) Autumn, Medieval Au, Fantasy au, And Romance in" Fox Princess and The Suitor Armor"

Long Ago In the Distant Land Where Cherry Blossoms petals have fallen like a gentle Snow, where the Foxes have Roam this beautiful Pink Forest. There is a Kingdom called "Saukotopia," A Place Where Every People From Different Kingdom far and wide Is Welcome to the beautiful and Glorious Place. Then one Faithful Day, The Emperor Sees His beautiful Daughter Name Saphira Lorraina Fox Is Growing Up Into a One beautiful Young Woman. When Saphira became a Beautiful Young Woman, Her father Began To Find a Proper Suitor For Saphira, His Idea Is To Invite Every Single Kingdom Far and wide to Bring their Noble Knights To A Special Suitor Challenge event..Which is a Tourtament To Win His Beautiful Daughters hand....Saphira heard All about it And being excited as well. Her mother, The Empress Comes inside and Ask Her Daughter How she is Alright With suitors coming in For the Tournament to Win her Hands of Marriage..then Saphira Answers,

Saphira: I'm Alright with It Mum, I remember you met my Father At the Tournament before..You told me that Story..and I find it Wonderful when you and dad Actually fall in love..

Empress: Oh Sweet Lotus Blossom, It was All True though. Not Only to Win the Hands..but To Win your heart..Your Father Won my heart During the Tournament..Your Love is Still out there..You can Cherish it ok?

Saphira: Yes Mother, I Will Cherish it Till the End of time.

Empress: Thats My sweet Daughter, Now time to Get Some Rest.. Your father Said that We have to prepare For the Royal Highness Soon.. It'll be a month for the Tournament...Oh! and your father Decided to have a grand Ball before the tournament

Saphira Nodded and Began to rest For the Night. Meanwhile At the Kingdom Of Camelot, The beautiful Kingdom That has a Beautiful Lands and a Small villiage too. Then The Messager Came in to King Arthur and Told him That The Message is from the Emperor of Saukutopia.. Then Arthur began to read the message, Knowing that He is invited to bring the Knights To the Tournament as an entertainment of their Royal Majesties But Its a Competition to Win The Emperors daughters hand. Then The Next day... The Announcement came, People of Camelot was Hearing that the Emperor is Inviting every Kingdoms Far and wide For the event of tournament.. But It's Not only a Tournament, it's a Competition To Win The Beautiful Princess's hand of Marriage...At the Stables Where the Squires was taking care of the Knights Horses is hearing the announcement as well...One of them Can Imagine Who is a beautiful Fair Princess of Saukutopia. One of them Said "I Heard the Emperors Daughter is beautiful, And the Kingdom is Mighty and Glorious as well" when Squires talking and Gossiping in the positive way.. Then One Squire Who is Working With Sir Abigor Chapman Wolfe...Sir Abigor is One of the Noble Knights But has a Obsession of How Beautiful The Emperors daughter is going to be as a Beautiful and agreeable Wife.. But This Squire Name (Your Muse name here) Is the most Kindest person and caring as well and about Saphira's age.. But he knows Many Kingdoms places where the Tournament is But He loves to watch them Jousting..but..If only he wanted to be a Knight and Win this beautiful Princess's heart..He Sighs in love.. and then next day, The Knights and King Arthur himself began to head Out on the Journey..and 2 weeks later.. they arrived at the kingdom..and the other 2 kingdoms came as well..but waiting for the rest too....Then The Emperor welcomes them..and they can stay in his kingom until the Tournament started by 3rd weeks..Then The emperor began to Make an introduction of His Daughter and as Saphira made a First Appearance..the Knights is amazed and Suprised that The Emperors Daughter is the Most Fairest of them all..Not Only the Knights who Sees Saphiras beauty But a group of Squires from Different kingdoms including Camelot as well. then one of them Said "See I told ya'll that She's beautiful...Boy there's no way that Someone who would Win the Princesses heart.. but (your Muse name here) Really want to Win her heart..But.. How can a Squire Like him ever Going to Win a Princess Like Saphira...But He Could not believe what he Saw was Saphira, More beautiful than ever. Then That very night, He was on bed and hears The cries of Help...He got out from the bed and heads outside and Spotted By the lake, the Poor Elderly Woman who got trapped into a wagon when her leg caught by the dress, getting Sunked to the Depths of the lake But then He Dive Down and Rescue the elderly Woman by removing the trapped skirt and got her out from the lake..and the elderly Woman Coughs a bit and gets up..and she said to him,

???: Thank you Dear Stranger, For Saving me life

(your Muse name here): Oh it's No Problem ma'm.. I Should umm..

????: wait wait, I must give you something as a Thank you...But let me Introduce To yourself, I Am Madame Zara, The Queen Of the Gypsies. I travel Far and wide to give someone who was Worth of journey to the Mountains where the Kingdom was Once Forgotten.. Have you heard Of the Golden Dragon Knight??

(Your Muse Name here): I heard Some of it..

Madame Zara: Well Dear Squire, Let me tell you something.. The Golden dragon Knight Exist and His helmet was Lies With in the ruins Guarded by a Stone Prisoned Dragon that the Sword was Pierced onto its chest.. Only the Noble man with a Pure heart can Free the Prison and wear the helmet and become The Dragon Knight..

(Your muse name here): But How do I find this place in the mountains?

Madame Zara: You Don't Have to Journey there, I'll use my Spell to transport you To the Ruins.. So..

Then She use her Spell to transport the Squire into the Ruins of the mountains Where it lies a helmet Being held by the claws of the imprisoned stone Dragon... As he Enters the castle of the ruins he Spotted The Stone Dragon with a Sword was Sticking out from the Dragons chest..he comes to it and began to pull the sword out from the dragon as he sees the Dragons Eyes glowing red but then the Sword began to Sliding out from the Dragons Chest until its finally free from it...the stone began to break as the golden Dragon is now free from the Stone prison..and the Golden Dragon knights Helmet is Shown..its Looks like a dragon head.. But.. it's pure gold and it was Holdly Blessed by an unknown angels..When he Picked Up the helmet and he said ,"With this Helmet.. I Will become a Knight." When he Puts a Helmet on.. Something magical happen.. The Golden armor Appears before him..and transformed into a Prievious Dragon Knight..His Hair grew Long and black with a Golden Highlight tip of His hair.. the Sword of Compassion appears on his Side.. He Looked at Himself and he said....

#Open rp #medieval and fantasy au #romance

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willowkeyes-creates · 4 years

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My TSS AU World Building

World Building Dot Points

Modern-Medieval Fantasy. By that I mean it's set in a time frame where P!ATD, Disney, YouTube and all of those glorious things exist. But there's also Kings, Queens; a more Medieval-like system that's rolled up in modern day-ish politics.

The King and Queen sit in a large castle while everyday folk have modern houses with the occasional area of more medieval-type foundations.

Owning coaches is almost as popular and as used as owning a car. .

Some humans have magick, others don't. It's more common for two people with magick to have a kid that also has magick, but rarely they can be just normal. Or two normal people having a magick kid is just as rare.

If two people with the same magick have a child; there is no certainty that the child will have the same magick. For example; if two people with water magick have a child; they won’t have something fire related, but they could have Flight or could conjure thunderstorms.

Shooting fire from their hands, Changing hair colours with a thought, Flying, Super strength, Superspeed etc. aren't rare types of magick. They're all fairly common and most children with magick go to public schools and just have a magick class to go to.

But then there's kids who have rarer magick. Invisibility, Charmspeak, Telekinesis, Breathing underwater etc. Stronger versions of common magick can also count as ‘rare’; such as having the ability to control wind and they’re able to conjure entire tornados. .

The children with ‘rare’ magick go to the King Cygnus Aurelian’s School of Magick; a private school named after the current King’s grandfather. Everything is free to the student; including housing and they get money for food. They have to pay for extra furniture and whatever else, but the basics are all free.

The dorms are in rows of ten. Each row is assigned a letter. Such as row A goes to dorm 00-09. B is 10-19. C is 20-29. Most new children can pick a dorm to their liking.

Dorms A are restricted for special guests such as those recognised by the King and/or Queen.

Dorms X, Y and Z are restricted for those with movement disabilities and those requiring, fortnightly or less, therapy sessions.

Children can change rooms at the start and end of the year. Only certain exceptions can change dorms during the year.

There are some exceptions to who can be enrolled. Children who have shown that they either need special training with their magick -for example, they can’t control when they can light their hands on fire- or have exceptional grades, have the CHANCE to go to the school as well. They cannot apply for the school, only chosen.

Children aged 12 and above are enlisted to the school as the majority of the populace's magical community have powers by their twelfth birthday. Those who are found any older than that and have hidden their powers for one reason or another are rarely punished for doing so. .

Magickal creatures and Fae are rather rare for humans to find. Unicorns, fairies, mermaids, dryads and even dragons aren’t an everyday sight. When they are seen; they're commonly killed without hesitation. Humans have believed for years now that the majority of magickal creatures are out to get the human-race.

That belief started when they started hating Botanokinesis; more commonly known as ‘Plant Magick’. It's a VERY powerful magick that no one has a full grasp upon; they don’t even know the magicks specifics. The people who had it never seemed to grow tired after using their abilities, managed to never get lost, avoided even the most sudden of ambushes and could even attack a hundred foes at once. None who had this magick told anyone else how it worked.

Eventually even the three main Royal Families began to fear them and when one person with this magick had been reported to have killed a small family, they were all hunted down.

The hunt had led to an extensive search through forests, where they found tons of magickal creatures that had attacked the armed forces on sight. This caused rumors that the ones with Plant Magic were killing the soldiers and using the creatures as a decoy; and so they had killed a lot of creatures by the time the hunt ended.

There is a chance that another person with Plant Magic can be born at any time, but they had simply stopped appearing two hundred years ago; the same year that the hunt had ended. .

All Fae can understand the Dragons language (shortened to ‘Fae speak’); with some also being able to speak it.

The majority of the Dragons are led by a mysterious figure known as the Dragonwitch; who is rumored to be several thousand years old. Humans don’t know if they are a humanoid or a Dragon.

She is both. A witch with a large range of magic and the ability to change into a Dragon. No one knows her birth name, even herself, but Dragons and the Fae call her by a different name that the Humans don’t know.

Human and Fae World’s

The Fae world is at least twice as large as the Human world. No one knows which came first, but the Dragonwitch believes that they came into existence at the same time.

The Human world consists of five main continents, with three Royal families governing over them. The Aurulien family control the two largest continents. The Ambersworn family controls one, which is the third largest. With The Fujisaki family controlling the smallest two.

The Aurulien’s and the Ambersworn’s have constant disagreements. The Fujisaki have never chosen sides.

The Aurulien’s have the most history connecting them to the Fae. The Ambersworn’s continent rarely sees Fae, most likely because they are the most violent towards them.

The story starts on one of the Aurulien’s continents; where their castle and where the main School is.

The Fae world has nine main continents.

The Fae haven’t had a Royal family in decades. The majority are led by the Dragonwitch, with small groups of clans (most with Dragons as their leaders) that dislike how she runs things.

The Dragonwitch controls all nine main continents, with the rebel clans scattered across them.

The last Royal family (who were dragons) were chosen by the forest, and so that’s what the Fae are waiting to happen.

Humans do know that they have no Royals and that the Dragonwitch is in charge. They don’t know how Royals are made. .

Humans know that the Fae are connected to the forests but aren’t able to see any Fae communities from the sky or by satellite. They theorise that they use magick to move between worlds; but they don’t know how or what magick they use.

A few humans have come back to talk about seeing these communities but are never able to find them again. .

The forests and larger mountains create secret roads that most Fae can see; the ground lightly glows points in the direction of where to go. Some Fae can also hear the quiet voices of the forest and use them to guide them.

The paths from the Human world lead to random places in the Fae world. Even if two paths are a few kilometers apart, it could lead to two different continents.

The forests have been known to remove and create paths if needed. Such as, if it senses a large group of humans coming towards one and inevitably find it; so it gets removed. It adds more roads depending on weather and how many Fae are in the area- there’s a lot of variables.

And yeah! That’s the world my story (that I haven’t written much of yet...) is going to be placed in. Feel free to ask questions, give tips, all around talk about it because I’d love to hear people’s opinions!

@ladyedwina

#willowkeyes writes #willowkeyes TSS AU #world building #fantasy AU #modern-day fantasy AU #the AU doesn't have a name yet...#but i am slowly working through it!

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Do you have a tag for medieval AU’s? Thanks ❤️

We do have one here, but there’s not much in it, actually, so here’s some more!

Same Time Next Moon - ptw30 @ptw30

6k. (Mature).

The Paladins ride through the tiny village of Marmora once a Dark Moon, and after a particularly tough battle, their leader stops by Keith’s bookshop.

OR the Sheith medieval bootie call fic

Splendor and Death - midnightflame @bymidnightflame

8k. (Teen).

Shiro is tasked with one last chance at redemption by playing Guardian to a human knight. Keith doesn’t understand why God would pin second chances on those likely to die.

Dormant - KupalaNight @kupala-night

ongoing, 2/? chapters, 6k. (Not rated). Contains: graphic violence.

Never had there been a more joyful, musical first day of Spring than the day the Champion met the future King. And never did such a happy day turn so somber, so suddenly.

rose tinted view - cabinfever

10k. (Explicit). Contains: NSFW content.

The words seem to break something in Shiro. His resolve, maybe, or at least his willingness to fight whatever this is between them. He sinks to his knees at Keith’s feet, staring up at him through the white fringe of his hair. It’s nothing at all like how he’d knelt in the arena earlier. Nothing about this is like swearing fealty. This is something else entirely.

They shouldn’t do this. They shouldn’t.They do.

The Lion and the Snake - Genesister (papirini)

13k. (Teen). Contains: graphic violence.

“Mother.” I could imagine the anguish in his voice as he dropped to his knees in front of the throne where she sat. “I cannot leave the kingdom. A monstrous white beast, sleek as a snake, blocks my path - it’s the Lindorm of rumor. He claims…”

No doubt her face went pale, and her hands shook as they grasped the arms of the throne, tight as chains. No doubt that he noticed, and that his heart sank at her reaction, even as his father - our father - questions what the matter is.

“Mother. Answer me truthfully: is he my twin?”

A adaptation of a fairy tale about a noble prince, his beastly brother who desires a bride, and some cows.

the peace-weaver - magisterpavus @saltyshiro

ongoing, 5/11 chapters, 41k. (Explicit). Contains: NSFW content, graphic violence, trans Keith.

You will be the peace-weaver, his mother told him, smiling though her dark eyes welled with unshed grief. The one who brings two bitter enemies together and ends the bloodshed and death between us, once and for all.

But men will always crave war. The Galra, most of all.

your sharp and glorious thorn - arahir @arahir

29k. (Teen). Contains: graphic violence.

To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against.

“You know, we met once,” the king continues, voice closer, and Keith almost turns. They met many times on the field—but then the king clarifies with a single word. “Before.”

Before he was a king. Maybe before he was a general. Keith has traced his rise like the growth of a seed he planted in clay and never expected to see again for how poorly he sowed it. None of this would have been possible without Keith—not the war, not a line soldier’s battlefield promotion, not the end of it all, tied up so neatly by all Keith’s best mistakes. Not the killing, either. The king is right about that much, at least.

holy waters - tagteamme @phaltu

32k. (Explicit). Contains: graphic violence, NSFW content.

He’s a thing made to fight, but violence can’t feed him. Keith collapses outside a camp on the hunt for someone dangerous who can.

It comes to no surprise that this is where Keith’s path comes to an end, in dark woods that curl around him, unfamiliar and menacing. The moon and the summer stars have long been hidden by the thick forest canopy. This is not how Keith wanted to die— but this is not how he was meant to live, either.

Also check out some of our other related tags, e.g. royalty, prince Shiro, fantasy, etc.

- Kel

#anonymous #sheith #voltron #sheithfanfic #medieval #fairytale #violence #trans #transkeith #transgender #recs

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Heart of Steel - VII

Description: Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N?

Pairing: Medieval AU -Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 3,129

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Steve waited patiently for the princess in the royal courtyard. His small kings guard and the people of Zamora that Y/N requested to accompany her were all ready to take the journey.

But when Y/N finally arrived, Steve did a double take.

Y/N was dressed in a black dress, much more modest than was expected in Zamora. On top of it was a white cloak that brought out the color of her hair and eyes. She looked like a white witch who even the bravest would not face.

Someone must have informed Y/N of the colder temperatures in Midgard.

Peter stepped forward with Moon’s reigns in his hands. The horse tried nipping at Peter multiple times and stomped his hooves in irritation from being handled by anyone other than Y/N.

Steve walked over as he saw Y/N approaching her horse. “We have prepared the carriage for the journey, Y/N.” He explained.

Y/N eyed the carriage almost with an condescending smirk. Then she mounted her stallion as Bucky stood next to her and held Moon in place, making sure she didn’t need help.

“Have you ever traveled in a carriage, Steven?” Y/N asked as she looked down at him from her steed.

He chuckled, knowing where she was going. “No, I cannot say I have.”

“Well, then you could not possibly understand the discomfort of it. I will be riding horseback to Midgard.” She replied, leaving no room for argument.

“It is a long journey, Y/N.” It was Steve’s last attempt at convincing her.

“Do not fret, Your Majesty. I hear there is a carriage if you should tire.”

Steve gave her an amused glare and glanced at Bucky, who didn’t even bother hiding his smirk from his princess’ sass.

But suddenly Moon decided this strange man was too close for his liking. He stomped his foot, clawing at the cobblestones beneath him, before he reared his two front hooves off the ground.

Steve jumped back to avoid getting kicked in the face. His stomach dropped in panic when he expected Y/N to be thrown off her horse. But she remained calm and handled her horse magnificently. She brought him back down to all fours and whispered calming words into his ear as she pet his neck.

Then she looked over at Steve as if to scold him like a misbehaved child. “You scared him. He is not the friendliest of beasts. You must keep your distance, unless you want him to stomp on your foot or nip at your face.”

“I scared him?” Steve asked, finding her statement ridiculous.

“He does not like strangers.” Bucky added as he raised an eyebrow to Steve.

Steve just nodded and walked away to mount his own horse.

Y/N looked at her knight with a smile. “You are cruel.” She let out a laugh.

“I was merely telling the truth,” Bucky shrugged innocently as he squeezed his heels into Persephone’s sides and urged her into a walk.

“I have never been to Midgard before! This shall be so exciting!” Peter trotted up, now on his own horse.

Bucky glared at his squire. “Why did you allow him to come again?” He asked Y/N.

“His excitement alone. Is it not contagious, Sir James? Maybe you should try it sometime.” Y/N teased.

“Tis annoying.” Bucky grumbled.

“If you continue behaving like a curmudgeon, I shall leave you alone with him for this entire journey.” Y/N threatened with a mischievous smile.

Bucky whipped his head at her. “You would not dare…”

Y/N threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, I would, Sir James.”

Bucky just shook his head, hiding that he actually enjoyed when they bantered like this.

Then Y/N’s gaze fluttered to the front of the party and saw Steve in a serious discussion with Natasha and another one of his knights.

“What do you supposed they are talking about?” She asked Bucky curiously.

He followed her gaze. “They are preparing for war with Hydra,” he answered honestly.

Y/N didn’t seem surprised by the truth. “Is it true what they say? Is he the greatest captain who has ever had a throne?”

Bucky glanced at her. “I have not seen it firsthand. But the man has never lost a battle. His father raised him well in the art of war.”

Y/N’s gaze darkened. “When the inevitable war comes, will you fight?” It was a silly question to ask. After all, she was his superior and only her father or Anthony to give Bucky commands over her own.

“I will if my princess orders it.” Bucky answered robotically.

“That is not what I asked.” Y/N retorted.

“Do you wish for me to fight as I once did?” He then countered.

“No, I do not.” Y/N snapped back. “I wish for you to remain at my side, where I know you are safe.”

“But Bucky is the greatest knight to have ever lived!” Peter interrupted. “No man shall ever kill him!”

“All men are mortal, Peter.” Bucky corrected him. “The knight you speak of is just legend. He does not exist.” Then he switched his attention back to Y/N. “If the kingdom is at risk, then I will go to war, whether Your Highness wishes it or not.”

“I feared you would say that.” Y/N muttered.

“Knights are meant to die in battle, Your Highness… not from old age.” Peter tried to explain softly.

“Men worry about dying a glorious and honorable death more than they care about living.” Y/N mumbled in slight annoyance.

Bucky clenched his jaw, feeling guilt in his chest from the truth of Y/N’s words.

But she wasn’t finished yet. “There is more to a man than his skill on the battlefield. Taking life after life does not make thee a stronger or better man.” Y/N muttered, almost bitterly.

Peter seemed surprised by her words and looked to Bucky for some form of affirmation.

Y/N caught the exchange. “Has Sir James only taught you the murderous skills of knighthood and said nothing of chivalry, Peter?” She chided playfully.

Bucky glared at her.

But Peter looked panicked, now believing he was behind on his lessons.

“Then I can only imagine he has yet to teach you matters of the heart, as well.” Y/N added with mischief in her gaze.

“A knight has no time for love!” Peter cried out childishly. Then he smiled and blushed, “Well… except for the type of love that has the maidens leaving Sir James’ room late into the night.” The squire let out a cackle.

Y/N’s eyes burned into Bucky, but her expression held no emotion.

It was worse that he couldn’t read what she was feeling or thinking.

“Young Peter,” Y/N changed the subject smoothly, as if she hadn’t found out about Bucky’s women. “If you truly believe knights are above the turmoils of love, then I suppose the rumors of your infatuation with one of my ladies-in-waiting are false.”

Peter turned bright read at the accusation. “I…I have n-no idea what you speak of, Your Highness.”

“Is that so?” Y/N smiled, but it didn’t shine as bright as usual. “Then you would have no interest in Lady Mary Jane? I heard her speaking about you in court the other day…” But before Peter could ask or take back his fake disinterest, Y/N whistled at Moon and rode to the front of the party.

“Was she kidding?” Peter asked with a dazed look on his face.

Bucky didn’t even hear his question. He whipped the end of his reigns at Peter’s horse, startling the poor thing. It reared up on its hind legs, completely catching Peter off guard. The squire fell backwards and out of his saddle. He hit the ground hard and mud caked his back.

Peter looked up at his knight in shock. “What was that for?”

Bucky circled Persephone back, leaving the party’s line to glare down at his squire.

“If you ever unmask intimate details of my life again, it will be a broken bone next time.” His voice was even and deep. Somehow it was more terrifying than him raising his voice.

“I apologize, Sir James. I thought it was nothing.” Peter gasped, still on the ground.

“You did not think at all,” Bucky jeered before turning Persephone away and galloping to the front of the party once again.

When he returned to his order, he looked ahead to see Y/N in conversation with Steve.

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The trip to Midgard could not be done in a day. Therefore, they set up a camp for the night and would reach the kingdom late afternoon the next day.

Y/N hadn’t spoken to Bucky for the rest of the ride, let alone even looked at him.

What pained the knight the most was that he couldn’t confront her. There were too many people around. He had no chance to speak freely with his princess.

There was no point in trying to sleep. Bucky’s body seemed to sense that Y/N was close, her tent just right next to his. He decided to go to check on Persephone. She hated being boarded in new places. The new sounds and smells made her anxious.

Bucky gave a stern nod to the two guards standing outside Y/N’s tent as he walked to the makeshift barn.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Y/N in her nightgown and robe, standing by Moon and brushing his coat. The horse was so relaxed under his master’s touch that he was half asleep.

Bucky looked around and knew none of the guards had followed her. She must have snuck past them. He would have a talk with them in the morning.

“You should not wander alone. We are no longer behind the safety of Zamora’s walls.” He said quietly.

Y/N heard him, but gave him no indication that she had. Instead, she continued brushing Moon’s dark coat.

Bucky knew she would be upset. He would be dreading this conversation if he weren’t so relieved to get a moment alone with her.

He decided to go to Persephone, who stood beside Moon, and brush her as well.

“I must apologize…” Bucky began.

“Why would you possibly need to apologize, Sir James?” She asked coldly.

Bucky knew she was playing dumb. “For the comment of my dim witted squire.”

Y/N still didn’t look at him. “How you spend your time when you are off-duty is none of my concern, Sir James.”

Her coldness brought him pain. She said his title like a curse.

“Please, Y/N. Please, do not do that.” He whispered, staring at her.

Y/N finally met his gaze, but with a glare. “Do what?” She snapped.

“Do not hide yourself from me, like you do with everyone else. I beg of you.” His whisper was urgent and desperate.

Y/N’s glare dropped at his plea. “I have no right to judge what you do when you are away from me.” Her tone was sad and distant. “You are a man, such behavior is expected. You can do as you please, I have no say in the matter. I know this.”

“You think I behave like the men who disgust you?” Bucky challenged, slightly offended by her assumption.

“I do not know, Bucky!” Y/N cried out. “All I know is the man who is with me. I do not have the luxury of seeing you as just a simple man - no knight, no title, no connection to the princess of his country. But you…” Y/N breathed, “you see all of me. You have a life away from this. I do not. This is it. I cannot hide anything from you.”

Bucky could tell she was getting herself more upset.

Y/N shook her head and took in a deep breath. Throwing the brush in a bucket nearby.

She started walking away but Bucky stepped into her path, blocking her exit.

“They mean nothing,” Bucky whispered. He was desperate to touch her - any part of her. But he also knew the privilege would never be his. “They never have and they never will. They are… merely an attempt to rid myself of a void.” He shook his head. “But I know it will never be filled.”

Y/N’s eyes started to tear up, but she refused to let them fall. It was more out of frustration and anger than sadness. “You think I do not have the same void?” She decried. “What a liberty you possess to be able to even try and fill it.”

Y/N then shoved past him and marched back to her tent. She didn’t even bother sneaking back in her tent. She would rather take the scolding from her guards when they realized she had snuck right under their noses.

Bucky was livid now. He waited for her to go inside before he addressed the guards who she had so easily maneuvered.

“What in god’s name have the two of you been doing?” Bucky yelled at his comrades. “Is it so hard to keep eyes on one person? Her Highness was able to slip past both of you with minimum effort!” Bucky growled. His men looked terrified. Sir James was known for his calmness under the scariest dangers and highest stresses.

“What is the meaning of this?” A voice asked calmly behind him.

Bucky turned slightly to see that Steve had come out of his own tent after hearing the noise. He ignored the king and turned back to his men.

“If Her Highness evades you once more, I promise I will make it your last act as a knight of the royal guard.”

Bucky turned on his heel and made his way back to his tent.

“Do not trouble yourself, Your Majesty.” He muttered as he walked past Steve without even glancing at him.

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Steve watched Y/N with concern as he noticed the shadows under her eyes and the way she didn’t seem to sit as tall in her saddle. She looked exhausted, like she’d hardly slept the night before.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest in the carriage, Y/N?” He asked gingerly.

She forced a smile to reassure him. “I am fine. I promise.”

He just nodded. “We are almost at the kingdom’s borders. It should not be long now.”

Y/N nodded politely. Then her curiosity got the better of her. “What is it like? I do not remember much from when I was last here.”

Steve seemed flattered by her interest. “Tis not as fanciful as Zamora. But the people are kind and loyal. They will welcome you with open arms.”

Then he pointed in the far distance. “Once we get closer, you will see there are more hills. The trees grow taller. There are legends that they whisper to each other and come alive at night.” He smirked at the tall tales.

Y/N giggled at him.

“The weather is colder here. But it has never bothered me,” Steve added. Then he sighed tiredly. “It is beautiful. I miss it when I am away.”

It made Y/N wonder if she would miss Zamora. She didn’t know who she would marry or where she would go. Her entire life, all she wanted to do was run away and see new places. But now that she realized she’d have to leave Zamora and stop calling it home, it tugged at her heart a bit.

“You are thinking of Zamora?” Steve asked her when she grew quiet and had a pensive look.

Y/N simply nodded. “I do not know if I will miss it as much as you miss Midgard.” When she glanced at him, he was waiting patiently for her to continue. “No matter how lovely Zamora may seem, it is still a cage of sorts. I could never leave. I could have anything I asked for there, but all I ever wanted was to leave.”

Then her heart raced at exposing such a vulnerable part of her thoughts to a man she had yet to trust.

“Forgive me. I have spoken too freely. They are dreams of a silly girl.” She scoffed at herself with embarrassment.

“Please do not apologize,” Steve begged. “I wish you did it more often.”

Y/N eyed him, waiting to see some sign that he was lying or flattering her. But there was nothing.

She took in a short breath, “I suppose traveling may not feel as extraordinary when one knows they can leave whenever they wish and a beloved home will be there to return to afterward.”

Steve gave her a sad look, “I suppose you are right.”

But Y/N was still irritated with herself for letting down her guard. A princess never shows her true character to just anyone.

Now Steve seemed to be lost in his own head, deep in thought.

“Once we get within the castle walls, I cannot imagine we will have much privacy. Now, we are as alone as we will ever be,” Steve noted as he looked around.

“Do you have secrets to tell me?” She quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

It was true though. Their party had been kind enough to keep a radius around them, leaving Y/N and Steve to have private conversation. When Y/N glanced behind her, even Bucky and Peter were yards away.

“No, no secrets.” Steve answered.

Suddenly he appeared vey serious. The shy, modest man had disappeared. In its place was a confident and honorable king. It was the first time Y/N had seen a glimpse of the general king who’s reputation had traveled across the lands.

“You worry for the safety of your people. I know it. You are not merely searching for a husband. You wish to find an ally, someone who can promise aid and protection to Zamora if it should need it.” Steve explained solemnly.

Y/N’s remained expressionless, not really appreciating his transparency.

“You have Midgard’s army and loyalty, and you shall always have it. Marriage or not, Midgard will always protect Zamora.”

Y/N looked at him in shock.

“I hope freeing you of such burdens may allow you to take joy in this visit. And stop you from only see me as a King with a powerful army.” Steve added. “I am but a man, who wishes to show you his home and learn more of you.”

Y/N had never before been rendered speechless in such a manner.

Before she could even humor the idea of formulating words, Steve was smiling and pointing straight ahead.

“We are here.”

Part VIII

So the writing marathon and quick updates ends here. I will be out of town for the next week. So I can’t imagine I will be able to post anything before then. I’m very sorry. My real life and paid job tortures us all.

#heart of steel #heart of steel series #knight!bucky #knight!bucky x princess!reader #knight bucky barnes #bucky knight au #king!steve rogers #king!steve rogers x princess!reader #medieval!bucky #medieval!bucky x princess!reader #medieval!avengers #marvel au #medieval marvel au #squire!peter parker #bucky barnes au #steve rogers au

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whatscallion · 5 years

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rise: ch. xi

//- A Medieval AU based on some Marvel parallels that follows Natalia Romanova in her rise to divinity.

Chapter Summary: Zemo talks too much for his own good. Also, Natalia’s race is finally talked about, so that’s a bonus.

Chapter Word Count: 1,235

Previous Chapters: Prologue - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten

Tagging: @cptsteven @blackberrywidow ( message / ask to get tagged! )

Words whispered through the years created the delicate history of a race claimed to be nothing more than legend. In a world hinged on rumors born in the yesterdays of old, the lingering doubt of existence was only exacerbated by the sheer seamlessness of deception. Within the gilded walls of Saint Johann’s beloved sanctuary, an exclusive species was moderated with an iron fist, strict in formation and driven by muddled purity. Bloodlines held strong through the eons, castes all their own among those driven into the light. In realization of this most elusive kind, control grew to catalyze the foresight of conquest.

Honed and forged, the three families were guarded from the greediness of the outside world, ruled over by veiled lust and pride. The whispers of outsiders of the extraordinary were eliminated as their candles extinguished. Variables were silenced in their entirety, patriarchy ending with nothing more than sharpened steel beneath a cloak of malevolence.

Dehumanize those who held advantages over the masses in silent ways to allow for an edge in herding the malleable. The Three Families were all that was left, yet they were forbidden to create offsprings of their own, needing to tarnish the perceived perfection with the flawed mortal nature.

Prolonged, yet not immortal. Strong, but with limits. Preternatural, yet believable.

This was the careful breeding of the endangered Nevihe race, cultivated at the wicked hand of Saint Johann, and yet the rigidity of the tradition slackened in the wake of his death, leaving them to die without the possibility of flourishing once more. Their pocketed homelands would never be touched upon again, no matter how many moons their calloused eyes spied upon.

The God Widow held the subtle nature of a nomad, yet her presence betrayed the typical nuances. Direction and drive held her gaze firm in the face of those who wished to train their own upon her. Less a wanderer, more with purpose.

A wall of marble crumbled under the stress of it’s own weight, accompanying the faint flicker of dying flames by way of movement. The biting chill of the winter wind coursed through the hollowed shell of Johann’s splintered hand. What was once pristine in glorious nature, luxurious in design, and decadent in observance, now lay in wasted ruin. Two titans conditioned to be the other's ruin held formidable battle in a place of tortured worship.

“My sister, I’ve been expecting you,” the booming voice of the Father spoke, hindered only by that of the armor he bore. The cliched syllables served to do nothing more than draw an almost bored blink from she who opposed. “Though I’m disappointed. Was it truly necessary to dispatch my beloved shepherds?”

Stoicism had long ago become a constant companion of the God Widow, favoring silence in place of superfluous speech gilded in feigned grandeur. The grip on her worn hilts tightened, stoking an almost fault-worthy sense of impatience.

These men adored the way their voices sounded, it would seem.

“Violence is not necessary, Demon Widow,” he allowed in a warning tone, heavy footed steps carrying him down a crimson aisle. Intimidation was meant to be etched in the filigree of his armor, yet Natalia only saw the points of weakness. Betraying his own words, a hand pulled the broadsword from his side, the shinking sound of metal against metal echoing over the softness of prayers and hymns bolstered in the walls of his deceit.

He was no Father. Just another weaver of false faith.

Rooted deep in the frozen grounds of Ascade, the Nevihe held firm to their roots. Weathering the most brutal of elements, the more hospitable of terrains allowed for generations to flourish in the brilliance of the warm sun and green flora. Longevity and brutality sank back into the tales of old, spoken only in entertainment around lavish feasts. The forefathers of fathers who had braved the harshest of elements for the faintest scrap of foot to ensure survival of families to come.

Untouched by the malicious ways of the simple man, the Nevihe race became the watchers of what came to pass. Regimes came and fell beneath the weight of their own prosperity, all paid witness by a people who withheld potential from themselves. Able to pull the sheepskin over their true identities with no discernible marks, the race filtered through in an almost too human need to explore and gain further understanding of what it was that surrounded them.

And in doing so, they found their unlikely imprisonment. The frail held belief in a higher power, a divine being that held the beginning and end within the palm of His hand. Few were filled with disbelief, fracturing from the general path in which the humble mass swayed. While those impressionable sought forgiveness and faith, it was the cruelty of man that saw it as nothing more than an opportunity littered with advantages.

The livelihood of the exceptional race had taken a sharp turn, deviating completely from the peaceful realm in which they had lain within for countless generations. It took nothing more that the slick serpent’s tongue to weave manipulation that could conquer kings and rule worlds. Once more, those born of this race were baptized once more - born again survivalists blinded in those first few precarious moments of free will into believing they were the soldiers of The Order’s survival.

The Blood of the Lamb was spilt in His Holiness, speckling the jackal’s smile presiding over them.

The Father held a strength unbeknownst to the Widow, yet it only took one moment of underestimation for her to realize and adapt accordingly. Brute as he may be, the Demon was swift on her feet unlike any other. In those moments of clashing beliefs and orders, a realization so profound settled upon the crown of the God Widow, steeling her nerves for the inevitable hidden just beyond the horizon.

He was not of her Blood.

Weariness beset his bones in heavy lead as she continued to merely remain out of reach of his weighted swords, leaving destruction to be doled out by his hand alone. Patience overtook her, knowing victory would soon be gifted to her in the most delicate of wrapping.

Candles of praise toppled over against velvet. Pews splintered beneath the blows now made of sloppy frustration. She was untouchable, living up to every whispered word of her reputation, yet he continued to refuse the true nature of her being. He refused that she was, in fact, The Order’s most brilliant pupil, as well as its reckoning.

The morning sun began to filter through the cage he now kneeled in. His own swords held in him in eternal humility upon his knees with his head bowed. The helmet that was truly revered had been ripped from his skull, revealing that of something most disfigured. Surely a man of God who was meant to be molded in His image would have been graced with a countenance that would incite something more than retching.

Every breath she drew was a wisp of white nothingness in the biting air, yet satisfaction remained void from her stark features, of which were covered by the fabric long ago taken from Saint Johann’s personal chambers.

This was simply one serpent’s head she’s disposed of, and there were more upon this land for her to seek out.

The Reckoning of the God Widow had only just begun.

Forgive me.

#black widow #natasha romanoff #fic series #mine #avalon #zemo

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shinigami-mistress · 6 years

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(Evil?) Queen Grell

I was joking around with a story for lovely Queen Grell here, and I actually ended up writing it out fully! It’s a tad long, but I wanted to post it for everyone’s enjoyment. It’s a total crack fic - a fairy tale AU, but I had a blast writing it.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful yet slightly insane queen named Grell who ruled over her chaotic kingdom with flair and a certain deadly charm. She was a beauty to behold with blood red hair, fair skin, and eyes of green and gold, but she was as dangerous as she was beautiful. Everyone approached the queen with great caution as no one wanted to incur her wrath.

Each day began the same for queen, although she typically eschewed routine, and this day was no different. She awoke at her own leisure and then went through an intense beauty ritual. No one, not even her most faithful servants, was allowed to lay eyes on her until her hair was styled, her makeup applied, and her wardrobe perfectly assembled. Today she had styled her hair in loose ringlets that were piled upon her head with only a few curls allowed to cascade down her bare back. Her dress was scarlet - a shade darker than her hair, and clung like a second skin to show off her slender muscles. It was cut low in back; stopping just shy of her hips although the skirt was full. With the dresses gold trim, she truly looked like a present just waiting to be opened.

Finally ready, Queen Grell quit her chamber, but she didn’t go to her throne room or even to the dining hall. Instead, she walked down a long hall to a set of narrow steps that led to a tall tower forbidden to everyone but her. This was also part of her ritual, and everyone had long since learned to stay back. The queen was not to be approached until it was completed.

At the top of the tower was a tiny, round room with a single window that commanded a spectacular view of much of the kingdom. Grell ignored that as she crossed the room to remove a red, velvet curtain from the wall to reveal an ancient mirror.

The black trimmed mirror wasn’t much to look at. There were cracks along the right bottom corner that looked like a growing spider’s web, and the surface had a scratched, burnished appearance that didn’t seem as if it would be good for reflection. Grell, however, ignored all these things as she stepped in front of the mirror.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” she began, “Who is the most fabulous of them all?”

“Fu, fu, fu,” a voice laughed, “You know the rules for a request so bold. To hear my truth, a joke must be told.” A face formed in the mirror - a pale face mostly covered by a mass of silver hair. The eyes were hidden, but the mad smile was in plain view. A twisted scar crossed threw the visible flesh before disappearing beneath the hair.

“Stupid mirror,” she growled, “Answer my question before I break you. Am I still the fairest?”

“Temper. Temper, my hothead queen,” replied the mirror, “I have much to reveal. There’s much to be seen. A simple joke - a humble laugh will do, and I will show everything to you.”

Grell shook her head, but thankfully she had heard a joke just the other day. Because of the mirror, she had started collecting jokes so that each day she could hear what the mirror had to say. “In Florence, a young woman who was somewhat a simpleton, was on the point of delivering a baby,” Grell began, “She had been enduring pain for some time and the midwife, candle in hand, inspected her. ‘The baby should be coming,’ said the midwife. ‘Look also on the other side,’ the woman said, ‘My husband sometimes takes that road.’”

The mirror didn’t speak for a few moments. He only shook his head and gave the tiniest of gigglies. “That wasn’t much,” he said, “There was no zing, so I will show you some but not everything.”

“Just show me!” Grell insisted.

The face melted from in view and in its place Grell saw a tall man with pale skin and raven black hair. He moved elegantly, almost catlike as he performed generic servant duties with his own special flair.

“He certainly is a handsome man,” Grell cooed, “Perhaps I should introduce myself.”

“This man, Sebastian is his name, already knows of you and of your fame,” stated the mirror.

“Oh?”

The image faded as the face returned to the forefront to nod. “Sebastian has seen you; has examined your face,” said the mirror, “He called you a freak and a perverted disgrace.”

Grell gritted her rather sharp teeth together. She threw the curtain back over the mirror and rushed out of the room. She raced as fast as she could down to the dungeons - thinking that she was getting quite the workout this morning. At least it was good for her gorgeous legs.

“Othello!” she shouted as she ran into a small room off of the dungeon.

A small man with bushy dark hair looked up as she ran into the room. He smiled around a piece of black licorice, but he didn’t bother standing up. “Well, if it isn’t dear Grell,” he said, “It’s not often you come to visit me.”

“You’re supposed to refer to me Your Majesty,” Grell said, “but that isn’t important now. Do you have my apples ready?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “Although I’m really a scientist and not some sort of evil cook you know.” He jumped to his feet and crossed the room where he picked up a serving tray. There were two apples on the tray - one green and one red. Both looked very ripe and delicious. “The green apple is a special poison apple of my design,” he explained, “Once some takes a bite of it, they will fall into a deep sleep that can only be awakened by a true love’s kiss.”

“Why is it always a kiss?” Grell asked.

“Medieval sorcerer's code, 10577,” Othello answered, “It was one of the few concessions we had to made. Anyway, the green one is poison and the red one is that special love at first sight apple you wanted me to make for Willy poo.”

Grell picked up the apple. “Aw, my dear William,” she said, “One bite of this, and I will melt that cold heart of yours so you will be all mine.” With a laugh, she gathered both apples in her hands. Using her own magic, she transformed her image from that of a glorious queen, to that of a lowly and somewhat plain looking servant. Apples in hand, she set out on her new mission.

As she left, Othello resumed eating his licorice. “Wait,” he mumbled to himself, “Maybe the green one is the love potion and the red one is poison. I don’t know. Grell will figure it out.” He leaned back in his chair as he crossed his arms behind his head.

No one noticed the rather mousy servant with the now long, brown hair exit the castle and run through the kingdom. While Grell hated being seen in such drab attire with boring hair and no makeup, it was the easiest way for her to travel without her guards. Without pausing, she hurried into the surrounding woods.

William, her beloved, was a woodsman, so he was always in the woods this time of day. Following the sound of the axe, she found him rather quickly where he was working with his apprentice, a young blonde man by the name of Ronald.

“Hello, William!” Grell called as she approached. To her great fortune he appeared to be alone. She wouldn’t want Ronald or anyone else accidentally eating the apple. “A fine day to be cutting wood, is it not?”

William paused; his axe casually perched across his right shoulder. “So far, we on schedule, so that’s good,” he answered, as he narrowed his eyes. “You know me by name, but I don’t believe we’ve met.” He was a tall, handsome man. While he wasn’t as flashy as Sebastian, he was still quite easy on the eyes with dark hair, intelligent green eyes, and well made features.

“Oh, you’re just well known is all,” Grell said - half cursing her disguise, “Here, have an apple. I’m sure you’re hungry from all that hard work. Reaching into a basket she had been carrying, she produced the red apple. “I just picked it, so it’s fresh. It would be a delicious snack for you.”

William took the apple hesitantly. “Thank you, I suppose,” he said.

“Just don’t eat it until I get back,” Grell said, as she turned away, “I want you to be looking in my eyes.” Laughing, Grell hurried away.

“Honestly,” William said, as adjusted his glasses. It was a strange encounter, but at least the apple did look appetizing. After wiping it on his shirt, he took a large bite.

From the vision she had seen in the mirror, she knew that Sebastian was currently working at the Phantomhive estate, which was just outside of her kingdom. She hurried to the location, and was happy to see that Sebastian was standing outside, serving some young brat on the lawn. She could have sworn there were actually two brats that lived her, but she never really cared for much details. Sebastian was her target, so she marched straight up to him.

“Working hard, I see,” Grell greeted.

“It is my duty to work as hard as is needed by my master,” Sebastian answered. In person, he was even more charming that just his image, but she would not be deterred. After all, he had supposedly called her a freak.

“From one servant to another, here,” Grell said, as she handed him the green apple, “Please, take a bite.”

“No thank you,” Sebastian said, and he started to drop the apple to the ground.

“Wait!” Grell cried, as she caught the apple, “I insist. You don’t want to be rude now, do you?”

“Sebastian!” the boy yelled, “Just take a bite of the apple and get rid of that freak! We have a lot to do today.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Sebastian said. As instructed, he took the apple and took a large bite of it. He chewed and swallowed the piece, as Grell watched - her disguise fading slowly until she was back to her usual, wonderful self.

“How do you feel?” Grell asked.

“A bit surprised to see you, Queen Grell,” Sebastian said, as he took her arm, “I’m afraid I’ll have to escort you off the property. Master’s orders. Although, for once I find myself hating to have to follow those orders.”

“You do?” asked Grell. Her voice raised in surprise as she was removed from the property. She had expected him to feel weak or at least ill. Othello had assured her the apples worked rather quickly.

“Yes,” Sebastian said, “because I find you rather fetching at the moment.”

Realization struck Grell with the force of a bolt of errant lightning. The apples had been switched! She would have to get her hands on Othello later but she had more important things to worry about at the moment. “William!” she cried as she jerked from Sebastian’s grasp and ran with the speed of a frightened lover back to the woods.

The first thing she saw when she returned was Ronald. He had apparently just been in another part of the woods when she had been here before. The young man was now leaning down over the prone body of William who was lying in a rather awkward position. “William!” she cried again, as she ran to the spot and knelt by his side.

“Oh, Queen Grell!” Ronald exclaimed, as he stood and rubbed the back of his head rather awkwardly. He noticed her attention was on William. “Yeah, the old man just sort of collapsed or something. I found him like this, with this apple by his body.” He held up the apple with a very conspicuous bite missing.

“Get rid of that!” Grell hissed, and she swatted the apple from his hand. Looking back at William, she shook her head. “I told you to wait,” she said, “but no matter. I’ll save you.”

Standing, she straightened her dress. “Make my darling comfortable,” she said, “and I’ll be right back to save him.” With that order, she dashed behind a clump of trees while Ronald was left only to stare down at William.

All it took was a kiss, but soon her darling would be looking straight into her eyes, so she had to look her absolute best. She took out a compact to make sure her makeup was still intact. Her reflection was so attractive, she couldn’t resist but wink at it before she pulled out her lipstick to reapply it. A little extra touch never hurt. Just as she finished, she heard Ronald cry out - yelling for someone or something to stop.

She reemerged, but she found Ronald now standing alone as William’s body was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s my darling?” she asked.

“He was taken by some...big, black cloud thing,” Ronald said, “I don’t know what it was, but it just swooped down and took him.”

“Where did it take him?” Grell cried.

Ronald pointed to a road that led away from the kingdom and towards the forbidden castle of dolls. “That way,” he explained, “I didn’t even have a chance to stop it.”

“Like you could have,” Grell snapped. Looking around, she grabbed an axe before running at full speed towards the forbidden castle.

“You don’t have to get all pissy with me,” Ronald mumbled, as he sat down in the shade to wait.

The road towards the castle was rough as it was rarely taken, and Grell nearly tripped several times over rocks, thorns, and tree roots which had overtaken the path. This was no road to attempt wearing heels, even though they made Grell’s backside look delectable. With great care and great speed, she hurried towards the castle, which loomed before her like a dark mountain.

“What are you doing here, my queen?” a familiar voice asked.

Grell turned and saw Sebastian sitting on a nearby rock. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said.

Sebastian stood and walked towards here. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t anything foolish,” he said, “You seem to be heading towards the Castle of Dolls. That would be a mistake. You know there’s countless possessed dolls in there all posed to attack, and they will turn you into a doll yourself if they manage to catch you.”

“They aren’t going to stop me,” Grell said, “I have to go in there and rescue William. He’s in there!”

“I know,” Sebastian replied, “I put him there.”

“You?” Grell asked, “But why?”

He moved closer to Grell; the soft wind toying with his hair like a lover’s caressing fingers. “I didn’t want the competition,” he said, “I wanted you for myself all alone.” He wrapped Grell in his arms. “Leave him and love only me,” he purred.

This was certainly unexpected, but now that Grell was in this situation she realized even more that William was the one she wanted. Sebastian was certainly handsome, and it did her ego good to hear him profess his love to her, but he would nothing more than a fling. She wanted passion, romance, and love.

“It would never work out,” she said, as she pushed away, “I must save my William. If you try and stop, I will fight you.”

“I would never dream of trying to stop you,” he said, with an odd smile, “Do what you feel you must.”

Grell was surprised by his lack of willingness to fight, but she was happy there would be no more interruptions from Sebastian. With a quick nod, she hurried on down the path until she came to the castle.

From the outside, it only looked like a run-down, slightly crumbling castle. It wasn’t even all that impressive as her own castle was much larger and more elaborate, but there was a feeling in the air that seemed to take your breath as you approached. Grell recognized this as very old, very dark magic, but she had to press on. Bravely, she opened the doors.

There were dolls everywhere. Broken marionettes hung from the ceiling. Smaller, children’s dolls littered the floor, while large, human sized dolls were lying on chairs or propped against the walls. Grell stepped into the room, and the door slammed shut behind her, as the dolls all opened their eyes slowly and turned towards her. A soft growl from an unknown source slipped around the room and she could hear the creaking of their joints as they began to move as one.

“For William!” she cried, with the axe high above her head. Leaping into the air, she sliced through the mannequins’ strings and they made a cry like a rusty scream, before she raced through the room. She moved like a caged animal as she chopped and cut at everything in sight. Not a single doll lay a digit on her as soon they all lay in mangled heaps of chopped limbs and heads.

She hurried up the steps and she searched for William. There were dolls in every room, but none stood a chance against her. Soon they ever tried to retreat, as she saw them scurrying to hide under beds and in dressers, but she was determined not to let one live. After searching many rooms, she finally found William lying on the bed of rather large, impressive bedroom. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped into the room to deliver her loving kiss.

A final doll jumped in her path. Some distant part of her mind realized that this doll looked much like the brat Sebastian served, but she didn’t care about such details. He moved with a precision and intelligence unlike the other dolls.

But he was still an obstacle.

There was shock and horror on his painted face when she attacked with her axe. He dissolved into sawdust within minutes as if he had never had a solid form, leaving Grell the easy victor. With a smile on her face, she jumped over the pile of dust to kneel by William’s side.

“My darling,” she said, as she pushed back a strand of hair from his forehead, “I’m here.”

“You did a good job,” Sebastian suddenly said. Somehow, he had suddenly appeared in the room, and was now sifting through the sawdust left by the last doll.

“I’m not leaving William for you,” Grell said.

Sebastian laughed. “Do you really think your little love potion ever worked on me?” he asked, “I only needed this.” He pulled a brilliant blue ring from the dust. “I was forbidden from directly destroying this doll, so I needed someone to do that for me. You did wonderfully.” He smiled darkly as he bowed. “I truly hope we never cross paths again,” he said before leaving the room.

“Jerk,” Grell muttered, but there were more important things to focus on now. With a gentle smile, she leaned forward and kissed William deeply.

He opened his eyes almost immediately. “What are you doing?” he demanded, as he pushed her back. Sitting up in bed, he looked out a nearby window. “Is it that late?” he asked, noticing the sun, “Where has the day gone. I’ll have to work overtime tonight or I will fall behind.” Mumbling to himself, he quickly stood and left the room.

Grell smiled. Her ice cold darling was back, and her love had brought him back. True, she was the reason he had fallen into the sleep to begin with, but he didn’t need to know about that particular detail.

It was after dark before Grell returned to her castle. Taking a candle, she hurried up to her tower to see the mirror one more time that day. When she removed the curtain, the silly face appeared to be sleeping and snoring - a line of drool escaping his mouth.

“Wake up!” she hissed, and the face slowly shook itself awake.

“Aw, my queen,” he began, “I watched your travel. A mistake in the apples almost made your plans unravel. But you did well, facing all those dolls. Shame old Willy still won’t be returning your calls. Fu. Fu. Fu.”

“Never mind that,” Grell hissed, “but I have a question. Why did you tell me about Sebastian? I want to the fairest in my kingdom - my land. Sebastian lives outside my borders.”

The face smiled. “I’ll tell you this time without asking for pay, because watching you through my glass has truly made my day. I showed you Sebastian. That much is true, but never did I once say he was fairer than you.”

Grell was shocked. “You...you tricked me?” she asked, “Then, am I still the fairest in the land.”

“Well, there is someone fairer, and that much is plain to see,” he answered, as he shook back his hair revealing his handsome face. “The fairest in the land is actually me!”

Grell frowned as she pulled a hammer from the inner liner of her sleeve. With one simple swing, she took care of the problem at hand.

“Who needs a magic mirror anyway,” she said, as she dropped the hammer to the floor and left the room.

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City Lights (Part 3)

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Modern AU

Wordcount: 2754

Warnings: none as of yet, smut in the future

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A/N: Wow, just wow. Thank you for all the positive feedback, I am truly gobsmacked! Here you have part 3, part 4 is sadly not even remotely done now, but hopefully will be finished soon ^^

Tags: (wow, first time ever I got that request) @irishhiggins

Summary: You are a grad student at university, and recently lost your job as a professor’s assistant due to funding cuts. Out of a whim you apply for a job at the Lothbrok Corporation as a personal assistant, not yet knowing who exactly you will be working for.

Seeing Ivar in just a t-shirt, without his well-cut shirts and suits, you could clearly see the strong muscles in his arms, unable to stop watching them as he pushed his wheelchair along the slightly uneven, cobbled pavement of the Copenhagen old town, swallowing slightly at the sight.

As you walked along side him, you somehow only now realised what you had just done. Without thinking you had just accepted his invitation, not only to come to his home, but also to let him, one of the most powerful men in Denmark, cook for you.

Your heart started to pound rapidly in your chest at that thought, and you bit your lip, not knowing what this whole thing meant for you.

You had only worked in the company for a couple of months, and had never had your private life mixed up with your job. While this whole situation kind of freaked you out, somehow, it was just as exciting.

You and Ivar had reached the street, where the taxi arrived just a few minutes later. Ivar maneuvered himself into one of the back seats, while the driver put his chair into the trunk of the car, his blue eyes watching you as you rounded the vehicle to get in at the other side.

Even though he always managed to successfully overplay it, you saw that he was a bit self-conscious about his legs, often cursing them under his breath when they got into his way. He could move them a bit, and seemed to have feeling in them, was even able to stand up for a few moments, if he could support himself with his arms. In his office, he hated to use his chair, often just dragging himself from his sofa to his desk, his immense upper body strength enabling him to pull himself up with not much of an issue.

Now, sitting next to you in the taxi on the way to his flat, he readjusted his legs a bit with tight lips, seeming quite nervous once more. You could still not quite wrap your head around what was happening right now. It all felt a bit like a dream to you, although you resisted the urge to pinch yourself.

Your boss, your grumpy boss, the infamous Ivar Lothbrok had casually invited you to go out for a coffee with him, questioned you about your life, payed for your drink, and now took you to his apartment to cook for you. It sounded almost like a bad rom-com. Not that you expected it to end in that way.

Until now your whole relationship had been strictly about work, and you had only once been over to his flat, bringing him a set of suits to his door, which had been delayed at the dry cleaner, but you had never actually entered.

After around ten minutes of silence, which was only broken by the far too relaxing music coming out of the car radio, the taxi stopped in front of the apartment complex Ivar lived in, situated in a very expensive part of town. Ivar payed the driver while you got out of the car, retrieving Ivar’s wheelchair from the trunk and positioning it next to the car for him to climb into.

He clenched his jaw a bit, obviously annoyed at something, even though you were not quite sure what exactly it was that annoyed him now, as he climbed out of the car, moving himself over sit in his chair, unlocking the breaks and rolling himself towards the door of the building as the taxi behind you departed.

The entry hall of the apartment complex was as posh looking as you remembered, and you figured that everyone living in this house had at least a six digit figure on their bank account. Following Ivar to the lift, the two of you got in, him pressing the button to the top floor.

As soon as the doors closed his eyes were on you again, mustering you. His gate was as always a tad intimidating, but you managed to look back with a smile.

“Are there any things you don’t eat, before I work my magic?” he asked, a smirk on his handsome face.

You had to laugh, telling him what he might need to know to cook for you, causing him to nod.

“Alright. I think I know what to make then.” He leaned back in his chair a bit, biting his lower lip, a move that made your knees feel very weak.

“Thank you.” You then said, earning a very surprised expression from his face.

“What for?” he asked honestly a bit confused, tilting his head at you.

“For the coffee. And for inviting me over, and for cooking.” You said, studying his face. You hoped for something there, something that would give up his intention, something revealing why he was doing this.

“Thank me after you tasted my glorious food. Then I will gladly accept it.” Ivar winked, as the elevator doors opened, causing him to exit the lift, pulling out his keys as he stopped at his front door.

Biting your lower lip you quickly followed him into the hallway, to the only door at the top floor. You figured that he probably owned the while floor, his flat surly having a roof terrace too.

You had to admit that this was another thing you found a bit intimidating about him, the amount of wealth this man had. Your apartment was a small, old place in a semi-cheap part of town, the kitchen still from the eighties and the bathroom still from the seventies, while he lived in this extremely modern, borderline futuristic building, overlooking Copenhagen.

Ivar opened the door, and pushed himself into the flat, with you following close behind, walking past him, before he closed the door behind you again.

You had imagined this place to be huge and expensive but what you had before your eyes was just.. gigantic.

It was less of a normal flat and more of a large loft, most of the rooms merged in one big space. There was, similar to his office, a giant glass front overlooking the city, now that it was dark providing you with a view of dark shapes and many dotted bright lights.

In the centre of the room was a big, beautiful white sofa, the kind where one could stretch out their whole legs before them while still sitting up. On the right of it there were large, metal, urban looking bookshelves, dividing the room, and on the side were a few doors that led into rooms that were probably the bathroom and storage rooms.

Behind the bookshelves you could see a large bed at the wall, so large in fact that you were sure that it could comfortably fit at least three full grown people, covered and surrounded by white and grey furs, probably sheep and reindeer furs, which covered parts of the dark marble floor of the loft.

There were even more furs on and in front of the white sofa, and in general it seemed that grey, white and black, together with different shades of brown, were the only colours in the whole apartment, making it look very sophisticated.

On the left side there was a giant kitchen, seemingly equipped with everything a cook could wish for, with a large kitchen isle and a big table in front of it, made out of rustic looking wood and carved with beautiful patterns, probably hand made by a very skilled Scandinavian carpenter.

The kitchen itself, you noticed, was lower than what you were used to, and while it confused you for a second you quickly realised that it was built so that Ivar could easily reach everything from his wheelchair.

“Welcome to my humble home.” You heard the man’s voice behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You swallowed, turning back to him, and looking at him as he watched you, a knowing and quite amused grin on his lips.

You could not hold back a laugh.

“Humble?” you simply asked, slipping out of your shoes and walking further into the big room, looking around.

It was truly modern and elegant, yet had such a rustic and clearly Scandinavian aesthetic, it was truly impressive. Whoever was his interior designer, was truly a genius, and showed an amazing appreciation for medieval Scandinavian design.

The walls that were not made of glass were covered in pictures, displaying either old Viking artwork or photographs of what you assumed was Iceland, somehow perfectly fitting in with the rest of the decoration.

In front of the sofa was a coffee table, made out of driftwood and glass, and from your position you could now also see a door in the glass front of the loft, just as you had assumed leading to a large roof top terrace, furnished with more rustic, wooden and probably hand made tables and chairs, and, as cliché as it might sounded, a beautiful hot tub. It was built into a frame reminding you of a Viking ship, with a set of carved stairs leading up to it, probably so that Ivar had an easier time to get in and out of it without requiring any help.

“Alright, I admit, not so humble.” He chuckled. “It was a present from my father when I started working in the company. He had his friend Floki and his wife Helga design and build this whole thing.”

That made you turn around to him once more. You knew these names.

“The Floki and Helga?” you swallowed.

The two of them were very, very famous, priced architects and designers, usually hired to plan and design important landmarks and museums, houses planned by them costing millions of euros. They were able to combine the traditional aesthetic of their ancestors with the modern designs of this century, creating masterpieces that were rewarded all over the world. Now, looking around Ivar’s loft once more, it seemed obvious to you that this was their handy work.

“Yes, the two almost raised me when I was a kid. With my parents so busy all the time and me bound to.. this.” He gestured at his chair. “Floki made all the wooden furniture himself, I am quite lucky.”

“Very lucky, indeed.” You shook your head, unable to believe what you just heard.

Obviously he had been raised by the two of them. Obviously they had made his home for him, being like family to him and being friends of his father, the most powerful businessman in Denmark and probably all of Europe. By now, it wouldn’t even surprise you if Ivar casually told you that he was descended from Odin.

Ivar just shrugged at your words, bending down to slip out of his shoes himself, before moving his wheelchair over to a spot next to the door, where another chair was waiting for him, looking a bit more comfortable and better to navigate, reminding you of the ones used by disabled athletes.

Ivar heaved himself up from his chair, navigating himself into the other one, a sigh leaving his lips.

“I don’t fancy the dirt from the streets in my home.” He explained at your confused face, before he pushed himself towards you. Yes, it made sense. Just as the both of you had taken off your shoes, it would be logical to ‘change wheels’.

A smile was still on his lips, as he looked up and into your face, his expression soft and open, something you were not quite used from him. His body language was relaxed too, arms simply resting in his lap, as his head was tilted slightly.

He was truly a beautiful man, you had to admit. Something you tried to ignore most of the time, to not make your job harder for yourself by developing a crush on your boss. But maybe it was already too late for that.

“I’m going to start and cook now. So, sit down, get comfortable.” He winked at you, before moving his chair towards the kitchen, in the process letting the wheelchair roll for a bit while he pulled his long hair into a tight bun at the back of his head. “Or would you like to help?” he looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, looking at you from under his long eyelashes, causing you to swallow.

“I am still your personal assistant. So of course, I will help.”

“I had hoped you’d say that, dove.” And with that he moved himself all the way into the kitchen, staring to pull out pans and a cutting board, gesturing at the fridge for you to take out certain ingredients and washing them in the sink.

You were not quite sure what it was that he was going to make, but you were rather amazed how good his fridge and his whole pantry in general, were stocked. You had to admit, you had taken him for one of those bachelors who had never touched their kitchen, and with the money they had always ate out, but apparently Ivar really enjoyed cooking for himself, and did so almost every evening.

While you were washing some vegetables, and he was skilfully cutting up and onion, he casually told you about the cooking schools he had visited when he was younger, and how much he enjoyed cooking for his friends and family. He moved around the kitchen as if he knew every millimetre of it, knowing the layout like the back of his hand.

You watched him, once again very amazed by this man.

He seemed so at ease, so open, the usual anger and annoyance he seemed to carry around with himself in day to day life completely absent in this moment. This was his space, his home, where he did not have to worry, to think about what upset him. Nothing of his work was here, nothing that would be a reminder of the Lothbrok Corporation.

This flat truly seemed to be his place and his place alone, his kingdom far from the influence of any other people. Here he was himself, independent of everyone else, everything built so that he did not need help from other people.

Absently minded you grabbed a jar of mixed spices, which Ivar had instructed you to get for him as they were on a shelf a bit higher up than the rest, turning around to give it to him without looking when you, a bit too late, noticed that Ivar was right behind you.

With a slightly embarrassing yelp escaping your throat, you lost your balance, tripping over Ivar’s wheelchair, falling over and landing straight in his lap, his strong arms suddenly around you to keep you from slipping down further and landing on the floor.

“Careful there, dove. I’m usually not that hard to miss.” He smirked, to your surprise, not even remotely angry at you.

You had once seen someone else run into him in the office, a small clerk running late, who was, after Ivar had yelled at him for good twenty minutes, never heard of again.

“Gods, I’m sorry, I..” but you stopped, swallowing, not knowing what to say. You tried to get up, the jar of spices still in your hand, but Ivar’s grip around you firmly held you in place.

The man tilted his head, eyes flickering to the glass container you were holding, letting go of you with one of his arms while the other one was still around you, taking the jar from you and placing it on the counter next to him. His blue eyes mustered you once more.

“I have told you, you look good today, right?” he asked, his voice low, as his hand returned to hold you once more, his fingers carefully caressing your back.

Your mind was racing, as was your heart.

You were staring into his piercing blue eyes, not sure what to say, how to respond to him, or if you should say anything at all. You were unable to think even one coherent thought as you felt his strong arms around you, his firm body below you, and his hot breath against your skin.. wait, when had he gotten so close to you?

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you suddenly felt Ivar’s lips against you, not firm but soft, almost shyly moving against yours, and in that moment, it was as if your mind just turned itself off.

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