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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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Heyyy you said you’d write for any Wednesday character?! My boy Ajax has been slacking in the fan fiction world. Maybe you could write something for him? I’ll let you take creative liberties but maybe the reader is a photographer and wants photos of him but he’s nervous?? Anywhoozle thank you kindly 💛 have a good day!!!

Photograph - Ajax petropolus x reader, yes I do take requests for ANY Wednesday characters.

“Ajax!” You yelled across the quad. Ajax was sat at his usual table for lunch with his friends. Simply enjoying his meal before you came running in. Stopping right behind him you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Yes?” He said turning around to face you. “Will you come model for me” You said sitting down next to him. “Why do you need me? Can’t you use Xavier or something” He pointed at his friend. “Woah leave me out of this” Xavier said holding his hands up. “I want you to do it cause I love you and you’re pretty” You said honestly.

“Wait, am I not pretty?” Xavier said looking at you questioningly. “You’re very pretty xav, just not as pretty as my loving boyfriend” You said reaching over the table to pat his shoulder. “So? Will you do it pretty boy” You said turning back to Ajax. “I-I guess” he stuttered out. “Great! Come on” You said grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the quad. Continuing out of the school you pulled him down the path to the flower field. “Okay, now just go stand over there please” You said pointing to the middle of the field.

“Are you sure you want me to model for you” He said standing awkwardly where you told him to. “Yes im sure now- here” you said walking over and positioning him. You took your first photo before looking back at Ajax. He still looked upset. Walking back over to him, you pulled him down to sit in the grass with you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You said lifting your hand up to his face. He leaned into your palm before answering. “I don’t know, I just- I don’t have hair, are the pictures even gonna turn out good?” He said quietly.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Jax, you look great, you always look perfect and you don’t need hair for that. I love you and your snakes and I just want to take pictures of my pretty boyfriend” You said leaning forward to wrap your arms around him. “Thank you y/n” he said pulling you closer. “We don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to” You said kissing the side of his head. “I do, I do want to, go ahead, make me your model” he said standing up and pulling you with him.

“Are you sure? Cause we don’t have to” you said leaning into him. “I’m sure” He said smiling at you. “Alright then, I’ll make you my model” you said smirking at him. Posing him a few different ways and snapping some good pictures you smiled and told him you were done. “Come look, come look!” You said motioning him over. He walks over and you blocked the camera from the sun. Clicking through the photos he smiled. “Don’t they look so good” You said smiling.

“They do look good baby” He said smiling back. “You wanna head back to the school now?” You said grabbing his hand. He just nodded and used your hand to pull you down the path. “I think Enid said something about us all hanging out tonight” You said leaning into his side. “That sounds fun” He said turning slightly to kiss your forehead. “Yeah, I can show them my pictures” You said as you guys entered the school. “If you want” He said pulling you towards Ophelia hall.

“Let me make sure Miss Thornhill isn’t around” You said letting go of his hand to walk ahead of him. Looking around the hall and seeing no one you motioned for Ajax to follow you. Quickly rushing into Enid’s room you shut the door behind you. “How’d pictures go?” Xavier said from the bean bag. “They went good, you wanna see?” You said crouching next to him. “Of course I do” He said as you turned your camera to him. “Y/n/n, these look so good, he looks like a real model” Xavier said clicking through the photos.

“Let me see!” Enid said moving towards Xavier, who passed the camera to her. “These are really good y/n/n, I love them” She said passing it to Yoko, they all continued to compliment you and Ajax till the camera was given back to you. “See Jax, I told you they would look good” You said sitting next to him. “Yeah, whatever” He said hiding his face in your neck. “I love you jax” you said smiling down at him. You heard a mumbled “I love you too” from your neck.

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imhereforscm · 10 months

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Hi this is little demon 😈 ( because my sister calls me that ) : Can you write a fluffy Karno fic? ＼(^_^)／

"Why do you love me?"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I know I told you to expect fics from me between Tuesday and Wednesday and that the next one would be human Tauxolouve. But my brain started working suddenly and it'd be a shame to just ignore after I've been poking it with a stick for weeks now. But yeah! Human Tauxolouve arrives tomorrow😘😘 And I would've posted this like.... Minutes ago, but Leon was playing with the electricity again and I had a power outage. So shout-out to Leon, even though he's not helping!✨😚 Enjoy~💕💕

You and your lover were laid between the flowers in a field, the sun kissing your cheeks, which pushed at your lower eyelids by your smiles.

Karno's fingers slipped in between your silky locks, indulging in their softness as he combed his fingers through them. His warm eyes looked deep within yours and appeared even warmer, as the rays of the sun dived into their depths.

Admiring your beautiful man, a question came to mind and you sat up, Karno following your lead right after.

"What's the matter?" He asked, the curiosity colouring his face making him look so precious and cute to your eyes, that you couldn't resist the argue to cup his cheeks with your two hands.

"I just wanted to ask you a question." You said, still smiling.

"Go ahead then, I'll answer."

"Why do you love me?" Your words made him raise his eyebrows, but he broke back into a bright smile right after.

"My sweet Ophelia, is that all you wanted to ask me?" He chuckled and stroked your cheek with the knuckles of his fingers. "Well, let me tell you..." Karno picked a yellow flower and placed it in your hair. "You've got a fascinating mind..." He picked another flower, purple this time, putting it in your hair. "You've got a beautiful heart..." This time, he repeated the process with a pink flower. "Your eyes are purer than diamonds..." A light blue flower. "Your cheeks are my favourite place to kiss you..." Karno than reached out and picked a red flower and handed it to you. "And because you're unique and irreplaceable and I could never find anyone else like you ever again."

By the time he was done listing all of his love and admiration for you, your hair were filled with many colourful flowers and your irises shone as the sun casted its light upon your teary eyes.

Karno took your hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing their knuckles and holding them close to his chest, where you could feel his heartbeat. "Does that answer your question?"

You nodded, sniffling as the first tears began to fall. "Yes. Yes, it does fulfill the question."

Karno's eyebrows formed downturns and a sweet smile spread across his lips, making his face the most tender painting. He cupped your cheeks with his warm and big hands and traced your cheekbones with this thumbs, as he peered into your teary eyes. "My sweet Ophelia, you're everything I've ever wanted." And then he leaned in, locking your lips into the sweetest vow. "I love you."

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andraaste · 3 years

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I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 17

This is finally chapter 17 ! I'm so sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy it !! Good summer to all of you 🌴🐉

Chapter 17 : I’ll personally take care of making him understand that you belong to me

- Ophelia !

I opened my eyes sharply.

Stretched out full length on the mattress, my back sticking unpleasantly to the fabric of my top, I stared at the black ceiling to come to my senses, my jerky breathing breaking the serene silence of the night.

What the hell was going on ?

My heart rate pounding wildly, I felt like I had run a marathon as my chest heaved with frenzy as the images of this incomprehensible dream circled in my head.

Spear.

It was him, I was sure. I had seen him, his face so young, evolving through different scenes from his past. Seeing him like that had confused me. Proud, playful, oblivious to his surroundings, he was a whole different person from the one I knew now. But ... I had also known him that way. Strange as it may sound, Lance had been my first support when I arrived at HQ. The rest of the story was unfortunately only inglorious.

Especially when I thought back to my buried feelings.

Except that this dream, was it really one ? The little girl had conjured up the deepest memories of the last of the dragons, but what did that mean ? And above all, why ?

My gaze was caught by something that seemed to escape my parted lips. My eyes widened, I watched in amazement as tiny ice crystals smeared the air around the edge of my mouth. When I realized what this implied, my breathing quickened again and very soon, I thought I recognized the light cold breath that the dragon had made me experience a few days earlier.

No, it wasn’t possible.

I shouldn't be able to develop Lance's powers without his presence ... right ?

Straightening up on my bed, I was leaning on my right arm when a strange sensation took hold of me. Slowly lifting my sleeve over my shoulder, I was speechless when I saw the dragon's familiar icy welts as he let them roam my body. Except that for that, we had always needed a physical contact, it was the very reason which had made us discover this phenomenon.

Fascinated, I let my fingers run over the thin blue lines that cornered my skin. I had the strange sensation of feeling him brush against my arm.

My hand immediately tightened on my flesh when something came back to me.

That night, when I had been in his memories, if that had really been the case, Lance and I had brushed against each other in the Crystal Room. By the time our arms had made contact, I was sure the young man had reacted, seeming to be looking for me without actually being able to see me.

But how could he have felt me physically if what I had seen were memories, moreover of which I wasn’t a part ? Raising my arm to my face, I felt the adrenaline slow down. I had to leave these questions hanging.

At least until daybreak.

As soon as the sun shines, I got up to take a shower, hoping to chase away even a few moments the images of those dreams that had haunted me all the rest of the night. I finally didn’t manage to fall asleep again and it was with more than deep circles that I headed for the shared showers.

As soon as I left my room, I was surprised to find a very early-morning Nevra who was also visibly leaving his den, his door being a few meters away from mine.

When he saw me, the vampire raised his eyebrows in surprise before giving me a slight mocking smile.

- I know one who didn't sleep very well.

Great. I rubbed a hand over my tired eyes, hoping to regain my composure.

- Not so much, indeed. Is it showing that much ?

- Well, not that you look less in shape than usual, that would be complicated, but you seem rather tired yes, he said to me without being able to hold back a laugh at my annoyed expression. But you still look very pretty, don't worry.

Already ready to give him a bloody answer, his last sentence stopped me in my tracks. Damn but what an idiot, why did I feel my cheeks blush ?

Locking my door, I remained resolutely turned towards the wooden door in order to hide my dismay.

- I see that I can count on you to reassure me, in any case, I say while feigning indifference.

I heard his laughter echo between us once again.

- You know I'm a trustworthy person.

Without realizing it, I began to smile in turn. I loved the rare moments in which he forgot his cold mask of the right arm of the Sparkling.

- By the way ... he began, his gaze suddenly fleeing, seeming to hesitate on how he was going to phrase the rest. Have you been better since the other night ? I worried a lot, I didn't understand what happened. Eweleïn only told me that she already knew about it and that she was monitoring your condition closely.

- Oh, yes ... I'm so sorry for what happened and I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble. But I think I’ve nothing left. I wanted to thank you for taking care of me, I don't know what ...

- Don't talk nonsense, he cut me off. Maybe I was stupid to you, but I certainly wasn't going to leave you like this.

Running a hand through his hair, I saw concern grow on his face, so often marble.

- And I don't want to sound intrusive, but you'll have to explain to me what happened. I’ve never seen anything like it happen.

His eye, similar in color to mine, observed me so intently that I couldn't bring myself to lie to him.

- Okay, I'll explain it to you, I whispered. Just give me a little time.

- Good, he smiles at me before recovering quickly. With all this, I was almost going to fail in my task. Huang Hua would like you to attend the next Sparkling meeting.

I stared at him for several seconds, not knowing how to react.

- Huang Hua wants to send me on a mission ?

His lips twitched slightly.

- I can’t tell you more at the moment, but I don’t hide from you that it doesn’t enchant me very much considering what happened to you the last time we saw each other.

- Nevra…

I no longer knew on which foot to dance with him. Since our discussion, I had the impression that a lot of things had changed between us but I didn’t know how to perceive them.

- The meeting will take place in an hour in the Council room, don't be late.

The vampire dismissed me without giving me time to answer anything.

Excited at the prospect of potentially taking part in a future mission, I showered in fourth gear, almost forgetting what had happened that night. But it was the lump in my stomach that I knocked on the front door that I had only borrowed a few times.

Opening the door cautiously, I entered the majestic room. I could not restrain my gaze from browsing the large tree which stood proudly between these walls, the immense window which overlooked the gardens of the HQ or the immense prostrate table in the center of the room. I hadn’t often had the opportunity to enter here, but each time I was amazed by what was hiding there.

It was mind blowing.

It was only after my little inspection of the premises that I became aware of the people already here. Facing the large window, Huang Hua stood erect, arms crossed, staring into space. Her tanned skin bathed in natural light caught my gaze of admiration as her fine features turned to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Her warm gaze relaxed me immediately.

- Andraste, there you are ! she said to me with a smile of genuine astonishment. Unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to see you lately, how are you ? I’ve been kept informed of your condition…

I stood stunned for a few seconds at the warmth and sincerity I could read in her at that moment. Since when hadn't I seen her like that ?

- It's going much better, thank you. If that's any reassurance, my back seems perfectly healed. Well, for now, I added with a wry laugh.

Until my wings decide once again to do what they want, I hear.

- You see me delighted, I hope we can discuss a little more calmly later, you and me.

Pointing me to the seats, she added :

- Please sit down.

Let my gaze slide over the people seated in front of the huge table. Surprisingly, I recognized Leiftan, Mathieu and Koori very close to me. I wasn't the only guest, which relieved me. I also like almost all of the Sparkling members.

All except two of them, who were visibly missing.

Pulling the first seat I could find, I settled myself between the kitsune and Chrome. The big wolf smile fills my whole field of vision.

- Hi Andraste! You're going to attend your first Sparkling reunion, I'm super happy, he said while pointing out his canines.

My smile widens automatically in the face of his good humor.

- Hi Chrome, I'm happy too ! But still a little stressed, I won't hide it from you.

- Don't worry, everything will be fine.

The large door opened again, letting in the two missing limbs. My heart raced even more when the two men sat down in front of me.

- Perfect. Lance, Nevra, we were just waiting for you to begin, Huang Hua announced. As you know, several strange phenomena have occurred in recent months, the barrier between Earth and Eldarya has never been thinner. Several people have reported to us the sudden appearance of a building in the middle of the lands of Genkaku.

Without understanding why, I felt Koori tense up at hearing that name.

- Andraste, Nevra told me about an important point.

The vampire spoke in turn.

- Seven years ago, you told me about very tall human buildings in which people lived or worked. Heum...

- Are you talking about buildings ? I stopped him. Are you saying that a building has appeared on Eldarya ?

I couldn't believe my ears, it wasn't possible. How could a building have landed here ? What if people were inside ?

Mathieu and I gave each other a horrified look. It really didn't bode well.

- Exactly, he concluded. Nothing like this has ever been reported between our two worlds but we have to make sure that it’s indeed a human building. That's why we would need Mathieu and you to go there. Obviously, you’ll be accompanied by other members of the Guard.

Turning to the kitsune, Nevra added :

- Koori, we’ll also need your presence. You’re the only one here who knows the lands of Genkaku.

- Yes, I understand. You can count on me...

The face of the leader of the Sparkling clouded with a compassionate expression.

- I'm sorry to ask you this, I know it won't be easy for you, but we can only count on your presence to guide them in these lands.

- I know Huang Hua. There’s no problem, I’ll accompany you.

- As far as Tenjin is concerned, we'll have to be careful, Lance continued. He’s bound to learn for our coming and we will probably not be welcome.

When the dragon spoke, everyone seemed to be listening to him with some form of respect. I was fascinated by the presence that saw him unconsciously.

It had been two days since the dragon and I had seen each other, the latter being too busy with the upcoming mission departure and his duties as Chief of the Guard. I hadn't had a chance to tell him about my dream, and actually didn't even know whether to tell him about it or not. Knowing him here made me nervous and hearing his voice made my stomach contract. The last time we saw each other was in his bed…

Red rose to my cheeks once again when his gaze brushed mine. I couldn't tear myself away from him for several seconds.

- Lance is right, Tenjin is our main obstacle to getting to the kitsune lands of Genkaku, the vampire said. He's unstable and is very likely to come after us when he sees Koori. That’s why I’m accompanying you as well. It’s rare that we send multiple Guard Chiefs, but this mission’s likely to be more perilous than the usual ones.

Turning to the aengel in his turn, he added, his face suddenly darker :

- I hope we can count on you. You are an outstanding navigator and your abilities have been proven to us more than once. Finally, if you want to stop your « redemption ».

Leiftan clenched his teeth at this last remark, the tension was most palpable between the two men.

- Nevra, we already talked about this. If you have things to settle with Leiftan, it’ll be within the framework of the private one, said Huang Hua.

- You can count on my presence, but I’ll not use my powers, it’s my only condition.

Nevra was about to reply when the fenghuang stopped him with a wave of her hand.

- Perfect, if everyone agrees, the team for this mission will therefore consist of Nevra, Lance, Koori, Mathieu, Leiftan and Andraste. An objection ?

- None, replied Huang Chu. I hope you’ll come back with some new human study topics, that's all I'm asking.

When the meeting is over, the assembly leaves the room in turn. As I was about to climb the stairs to the exit, the delicate and warm hand of the ancient phoenix grabbed my wrist.

- Andraste, can I talk to you for a moment ?

I nodded while stopping my run.

- Eweleïn kept me informed of your physical and mental state. Do you feel like doing this mission ?

- I think so. To tell the truth, I start to circle around the HQ aimlessly. It’ll do me good to feel really useful and to change horizons, even though I know it won't be easy and even dangerous. I’ve practiced a lot and I manage to reuse my powers a bit, not like before, but they are there. Perhaps, in case of real necessity, they will manifest themselves normally. At least I hope so.

A soft smile lit up her face.

- Very well, I count on you to take care of you and to come back to us safe and sound. Unfortunately, Mathieu and you are the only people able to tell us more about this building, I’ve no choice but to send you there with your agreement, of course.

Plunging into her reassuring gaze, I had the fleeting impression of finding the Huang Hua that I knew.

- There’s nothing to worry about. Anyway, I'll be well surrounded, I’ve nothing to fear, I said with a smile.

As I closed the door to the Council Chamber behind me, I lost myself in thoughts of this last exchange. Huang Hua confused me without knowing why. Lifting my head, I fell on Lance who seemed to have been waiting for me. With his arms crossed, he pulled himself away from the wall he was leaning against to walk slowly towards me.

- You're not going to be able to get to Genkaku like that.

Puzzled, I raised an eyebrow.

- Can you light my lantern ?

As he approached dangerously, my whole body tensed in anticipation of what he planned to do. I was no longer in control of myself in his presence and that irritated me.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed my arm firmly and turned me around to rest my back against his chest. His lips caressed my ear in his deep voice.

- You are not sufficiently trained in combat and you are far too pretty for Tenjin not to try to keep you to himself. I don’t like it.

- And how do you plan to fix it ? I questioned him, my breath suddenly more choppy.

- Since I can't force you to stay at the HQ, I think I'll have to train you for combat. I'm going to be pretty busy, but I'll find time for your training.

Slowly letting go of my arm, he added :

- For the rest, I’ll personally take care of making him understand that you belong to me.

(Chapter 18)

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credcani · 3 years

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Short History of the Butterfly Kingdom

Around the cursed year of 5689 (monsters' way of counting time, year 1 being the establishment of the Monster Empire) according to the witnesses, a ship has sailed, but would never reach its desired destination, instead finding itself in unexpected places. Probably the cause was a magic leak, common in the era mewmans have set foot on Mewni.

A small boat, filled with perplexed humans was the first one of many that were to come later. After the settlers' first encounter with Glossarick, the chosen one, a young girl, around the age of fourteen according to the mewman legends, had first received the royal magic wand, soon attracting the envy of her companions. One stormy night approached, and one member of the crew, a woman that was nursing a child, had tried to steal the precious object from Moe's hands, along with other two companions as supporters and backup. The first spell ever casted by a Butterfly was to throw that woman into a large stump, which resulted into her immediate death. This caused panic and anger inside the group, but as the storm began to intensify, all of them were forced to find shelter, in no other place than their fallen friend's death place. They ended up making up to each other and to celebrate their unity, they carved their names into the stump. Moe blessed stump in order for the fallen one to live one day of the year, a sign of her forgiveness towards her, when mewmans would celebrate the peace she helped create. Twelve more ships swarming of people arrived a couple days later.

Soon, the new population became quite noticeable, and so did the strange energy that emerged from the improvised city. The Kelpbottom queen of the time, as many before her, has tried to decipher the charms of magic, but with no result. Moe was a very interesting subject indeed for her, and she invited the odd girl to join her court, in order to use her abilities for her kingdom's own good. The queen used to call Moe "Butterfly",a name which she took as her last. The mewman-monster hatred was in fact started by the burning rivalry between the Monsters and Waterfolks, and Moe Butterfly was mostly used to create spells in order to destroy monsters.It persisted.

After Moe's death, a couple generations passed until mewmans started expending into the east part of Mewni. The ones that remained into the west were often hybrids between waterfolks and mewmans, resulting into garbagefolk. By the end of year 2005 (for the mewmans) there were three Clans that ruled central Mewni (or areas next to it), The Butterfly Clan, ruled by the Butterfly family and living in the central part of the territory, The Sons of Johan, ruled by a council of noble man, all descendents of Johan, living into the eastern part of the territory, The Northern Clan (also containing the awfully named Southern Clan) ruled by the Deverok family and living into the northern and ironically southern, western part of the territory. The Butterfly Clan and The Sons of Johan were constantly bothering the monsters with their territory thirst, so war broke out and one specific Butterfly Lady was more than delighted. She composed healing spells, battle spells, moral lifting spells, all of them efforts of gaining trust and support, and it definitely worked, for she became commandant soon enough. Her name was Neptuna and she was the first queen of Mewni. After long and exhausting three years of battling the monsters, Neptuna has decided to end the war once and for all by creating extra doted soldiers for the mewman army. They were temporary, but they were brutal and had no conscience. This spell was found by Solaria later on, those lucky monsters. The final battle was named "The Mewnipendence Day" or "The Great Monster Massacre", usually the first term is used by its worshipers. After the war was done, and the Monster Empire collapsed, Neptuna named herself Queen of the Butterfly Kingdom. The Sons of Johan voted for union with the Butterflies a few years later, and the Northern Clan collided with the Butterfly Kingdom through Neptuna's marriage to Lord Jeremiah Deverok. And like this, The Kingdom of Mewni was born.

And it ain't gonna last long for the Johansens were in constant fury. The Northern and Butterfly way of living was quite similar, but the Johansens were completely out of the picture when it came to culture. For one, The Butterfly Kingdom was a matriarchy, while the Sons of Johan used to be a patriarchy and this caused some inside misunderstandings. For the second, they were always viewed as inferior by the other two Clans because of their traditions and lack of politeness. So the Johansens began wishing for something the Butterflies wouldn't be delighted of:independence. During the reign of Queen Mars the Unforgiving, one noble man named Pem Johansen attracted the attention of many and in 2249 war broke out. Long story short, to be explained when I talk about the Johansens since they have a bigger role in this, a couple peace offerings all of them failures, a bloodthirsty queen and peeved Magical High Comission, all of them resulting into the new Kingdom's victory and Pem's rise to power. The Johansens are not exactly in good relations with the Butterflies and a few squabbles happened, until there was another war between the kingdoms,the cause being Mars' fury. She just couldn't stand all the disrespect shown towards her ever since the loss of the easter part, and her daughter, Adora's lack of interest of regaining the land they had a right to, so one of her last acts as queen was to attack. The war lasted a couple of months and not many battles occurred, however Mars was forced to abdicate in favor of Princess Adora, also known as Adora The Peaceful, who ended the war and tried to maintain decent relationship with the Johansens. Adora was active as a queen and even tried to establish a few monster rights, all of them protested, often overlooked and unpunished when broken, all abolished by Duchess Fausta (regent to Soupina the Strange) during her regency. She also wrote a book about how important the relationship of mewmans and monsters was for the sake of Mewni, and also outlined how the demons and the waterfolks were technically a branch in that tree. The book was confiscated later on, but her image as a peacemaker was kept as a mask for her "monster-admirer" character. She didn't advance in the field as much as Eclipsa did, somehow admitting that monsters were inferior to mewmans, probably in an attempt to sway the mewmans on her side by borrowing their mentality.

The magic leaks became more and more frequent since the reign of Mayestry the Elegant (queen before both Adora and Mars) and left Mewni with a couple of scars, for example the Ponyhead race and constant magic flowing in rivers. It also caused more diseases and mutations, especially in the Butterfly Family, queen Stea being born with no outward ability in magic or cheekmarks. Her niece, Queen Soupina was the opposite, gifted with lots of power, but went insane because of it. Soupina's mother, Ophelia was also gifted with ability in magic, but it constantly leaked from her right eye and often gave her headaches. Portia the Revived was turned back to life by Venus the Vain's tears and Queen Pandora the Overly Curious fell pregnant after drinking a cup of charmed water. The crisis calmed down in the reign of Queen Nordia the Dedicated , Pandora's granddaughter.

After Nordia the Dedicated came Vestia the Useless, and as you probably guessed, she wasn't a very efficient ruler, so the Northernfolk found the perfect time to declare independence from the Kingdom of Mewni. The Magical High Comission protested, the people of Mewni protested, but Vestia couldn't care less and let them go without moving a finger. She did however support a candidate for the kingship of the brand new Kingdom, Alexander Deverok, who lost to the far more hostile Larra Wertock, and the relationship between the two kingdoms was always somehow strained ever since,especially after the Butterflies helped the Southernfolk gain independence and become the Featherfolk, only to be conquered by the Spiderbites and distributed to the Butterflies a few centuries later. But, that's a story for another time, and moving on, Vestia retired at an extremely young age, letting the Magical High Comission handle the kingdom until her daughter, Lunrosa the Seline came to age.

Lunrosa's daughter, Metoria the Ruthless, was pretty much fixed on conquering Mewni in order to bring the Butterfly Kingdom back to its past greatness, succeeding into gaining the northern and the western part, but getting defeated by the alliance composed of the Johansens and the Jaggies, with the Lucitors' help. She was assassinated before the war concluded and was replaced by her cousin-once-removed, Ceres the Healer,who established peace, but with great costs, such as losing both land and respect. Unlike many Queens that ended wars, Ceres (the second) was actually in a good relationship with her subjects, since she was that one queen who did what she had to, but still somehow followed the public requests, and was dedicated to both of her jobs. After Ceres the Healer ended a war, her granddaughter Illusia the Charming was to face another. The Kelpbottom Kingdom and the Jaggs had a little inconvenience regarding some small islands, the Spiderbites strongly believed they possessed the sea, and the Johansens wanted to have a spot for themselves in the western part of Mewni, so the Queen had to interfere so those kingdoms wouldn't butcher each other more than they already had. Illusia used her charm to convince the rulers to quit fighting and settle the score in different ways,sharing the islands equally so that each kingdom would be happy with what they got. It didn't last very long.

Dark ages settled again under the age of Queen Hollow the Wise as a mortal sickness spread across Mewni starting with the Jaggy Kingdom: the bleeding plague. Because of Hollow's ruling skills, the kingdom got away easier than other countries, but damage was still persistent even after it disappeared from the cotidian life. It didn't help that when the kingdom was starting to recover, Queen Lyric the Reckless came to crush everything down once more,resulting into the respect for the Butterfly dinasty to decrease extremely much by the end of her reign. Skywinne Queen of Hours was by far better than her mother when it came to ruling Mewni, and soon things started to settle down and the kingdom slowly turned back to life. Skywinne also refused to imply in both the eastern wars or the Spiderbite Civil War. But then along came Solaria and ruined everything as expected. Solaria the Monster Carver had a plan to destroy all monster population and expend the mewman territory, which didn't go exactly as good as she might had expected. Solaria crushed the mewman economy with her campaigns, but never truly cared about anything else but her twisted cause and this caused her to be dependent of alliances and agree to pretty harsh terms in order to get the cash, such as sharing territory with Johansens and Spiderbites and trading with the Kelpbottoms. She also agreed to marry Princess Eclipsa Butterfly to Prince Shastacan Spiderbite, basically signing her own death sentince in a way.

Queen Eclipsa still reigned during times of war, but always tried to weaken it, almost insisting for the mewman army to be as badly prepared as could be, which attracted suspicion from most of the people. She ended up fleeing with a monster lover away from Mewni, while her husband remained the only ruler of the land for about a year before he finally died. They left the kingdom in a terrible condition, so both of them went down in history as uncapable, careless and selfish rulers that deserved their fate.

Princess Festivia was only a couple of months when her parents died, and The Magical High Comission took care of the Kingdom until she reached the proper age to be responsible for an entire country . Festivia decided to continue her grandmother's campaign, but with a little twist, as she only conquered the monster land without any intentions of murdering an entire race. The most she actually did was keep the mewmans distracted with endless partying,while general Mina Loveberry was guiding the soldiers through monster territory. Not only did the Butterflies gain the Forest of Certain Death, but also Festivia inheried Featherland and her husband inherited Musty Mountains (as the descendent of the royal family) when the Spiderbite Lord finally died, so yes Festivia had a great reign.

Cresecenta the Eager is probably one of the most successful queens the Butterfly Kingdom had. Even if she was mentally not that fine, she surely was efficient in ruling, by keeping everything in order and placing a puppet on the monster throne, preventing them to earn independence through an actual ruler. She was also a great alliance maker and with the fall of the Northern Empire (Spiderbites, a part of Jaggy Mountains, Featherland, Northern islands, Musty Mountains, and Garbage Beach) there were a lot of small new kingdoms to sway on your side.

Rhina Butterfly was everything but not a queen. Her mother just handled everything for her, including her own marriage which resulted only into complete disaster and broken alliances with one of the largest kingdoms. She managed to give birth to a daughter, and established Riddle Day on her birthday, but if you think these are achievements then you can consider Rhina a decent queen.

Celena, just as inefficient as her mother was, extremely intelligent and pretty I suppose, even prettier than Venus the Vain, but too shy and unmotivated to be a great queen. She knew the cosmic secrets, basically just future visions. Because of her lack of ability on how to control magic, her magic acted involuntary, therefore giving her a couple of abilities. The reason why she always hid her face with that fan was because it prevented her from seeing what would happen to the place or person she was looking at.

Estrella was just herself, like there is nothing to say about her, she was boring as could be and the only thing she was capable of was drawing little doodles that didn't help anyone.

Comet the Chief was a great cook, but unlike her mother she had more than a skill to show. She was actually the only queen close to finally ending the rivalry between mewmans and monsters, but that foolish fantasy got her assassinated and only aggravated the endless war between the two nations. Her daughter, Moon, became queen by the time she was only 17 and even though she did a decent job at it, she was only loved by mewmans because she was a queen of tradition, an Estrella that didn't even try to be like that, a queen that keeps things the way they are without agreeing to change, despite of how necessary it would be for mewmans.

The order Queens were born:

36. Star Butterfly - 3110

35. Moon Butterfly- 3079

34. Comet Butterfly- 3061

33. Estrella Butterfly- 3037

32. Celena Butterfly- 3012

31. Rhina Butterfly- 2980

30. Crescenta Butterfly- 2941

29. Festivia Butterfly- 2904

28. Eclipsa Butterfly- 2882

27. Solaria Butterfly- 2861

26.Skywinne Butterfly-2820

25.Lyric Butterfly-2784

24.Astra Butterfly-2760

23.Gloria Butterfly-2729

22.Holly Butterfly-2690

21. Hollow Butterfly-2670

20. Universia Butterfly-2647

19.Illusia Butterfly-2613

18.Bendis Butterfly-2588

17.Ceria Butterfly-2551

16.Metodia Butterfly-2511

15. Lunrosa Butterfly-2490

14.Vestia Butterfly-2458

13.Nordia Butterfly-2434 - Blood Moon Ball!

12.Ceres Butterfly-2405

11.Pandora Butterfly-2379

10.Portia Butterfly-2351

9.Venus Butterfly-2324

8. Stea Butterfly- 2293

7.Soupina Butterfly- 2269

6.Adora Butterfly- 2246

5. Mars Butterfly- 2212

4. Mayestry Butterfly- 2172

3. Cosmica Butterfly- 2151

2. Saturn Butterfly- 2122

1. Nepuna Butterfly- 2086

#svtfoe #star vs the force of evil ending #queensofmewni #skywynne butterfly #jushtin butterfly #solaria butterfly #eclipsa butterfly #festivia butterfly #crescenta butterfly #rhina butterfly #celena butterfly #Estrella butterfly #comet butterfly #moon butterfly #Butterfly Kingdom

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popsunner · 3 years

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There was a moment. A moment when everything was still and silent. The dead speak no words and the survivors rarely speak twice that. There is blood on the ground and spilled wine, thrown from nobility's hands, unsure if it too was tainted. Red stains his hands and he can’t help but think he failed her, as he stares at her brother’s unseeing eyes. Ophelia was entrusted to his care and now she is drowned, and her brother follows. He opens his mouth as if to apologize but the words get stuck in his throat. Ophelia had pressed a pink rose into his hand as they parted, her eyes bright and her face streaked with tears.

“For gratitude,” she had said.

There was a moment of silence while the ghost of the pink roses thorns bit into his stained hands and then he saw Hamlet stumble, and the world was loud again.

He’s at his side in a moment, stepping over the queen with barely a glance as his hands find Hamlet’s shirt, gripping it to keep which of them upright, he doesn’t know. Hamlet looks at him, blinking like he can’t see clearly. He smiles as he settles his hands over Horatio’s, like this is ordinary, like nothing is the matter..

“Horatio,” he says, and then his smile falls. “I am dead.”

Panic sets into his chest and without thinking Horatio pulls his hands away, trailing down his side until they find the wound and then his hands are stained all over again-- or maybe it was only in his head before. He shakes his head, looking up to meet Hamlet’s eyes, to tell him no, he is not dying, he is far from dead. But Hamlet isn’t looking at him anymore.

His eyes are glazed over as he looks at the queen, his voice soft, breaking on the vowels, “Wretched queen, adieu. You that look pale and tremble at this chance, that are but mutes or audience to this act, had I but time--”

Hamlet meets Horatio’s gaze then, and his hand lifts shakily to tug at Horatio’s neckerchief. There is humor in his eyes, in the way they used to light when writing poetry, before his life was surrounded by death. He leans in, like he’s sharing a secret, “As this fell sergeant, Death,

Is strict in his arrest.”

Sticking to the script, Horatio chokes out a huffed laugh, and Hamlet’s grip on his neckerchief tightens. “Had I but time…”

“My lord--”

“Oh, I could tell you--” Hamlet starts in a voice that Horatio would have moved mountains to hear under different circumstances, he stops and shakes his head, “but let it be. Horatio, I am dead.”

“No--”

“Thou livest,” Hamlet tells him desperately, yanking him forward as if they are not already toe to toe. Hamlet swallows, “Report me and my cause aright to the unsatisfied.”

It’s an order. The last order. Horatio’s already quivering hands shake from Hamlet’s clothes and he stumbles back, eyes widening as he stares at his friend, his best friend, his--

“Never believe it.” Horatio matches Hamlet’s smile from earlier, shrugging as he trips to Claudius’s still body. “I am a more antique Roman than a Dane.”

He can see it, the moment Hamlet realizes what he’s doing. He knows Hamlet’s face and expression better than he knows science and the inner workings of a mind. He sees Hamlet move forward just as he picks up the not yet emptied poison gauntlet. Just enough for one more death, only one left alive in the room.

“Here’s yet some liquor left,” He says, as he thinks that it’s fitting, and brings the cup to his lips.

He isn’t fast enough, Hamlet gets to him first, but trips over Claudius’s leg, grabbing at Horatio’s arm as he falls. “As thou'rt a man, give me the cup. Let go!”

They wrestle with it, over the king's dead body and for a moment Horatio almost laughs at the sight but then Hamlet is tackling him to the floor, pulling the cup from his grasp, throwing it across the room as he growls, “By heaven, I’ll have ’t.”

They sit on the floor, and Hamlet pulls them away from Claudius’s body before he collapses with gasping breaths against Horatio. He reaches up to hold his cheek, turmoil in his eyes.

“No,” Is all Horatio manages to grit out.

“O God, Horatio, what a wounded name,” Hamlet whispers, and he’s talking about both of them. Then he huffs in his stubborn and familiar way and the blood on Horatio’s hands burns. “Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!”

Horatio would usually roll his eyes. Instead he pulls Hamlet further against him, eyes frantically searching for the poisoned cup, searching for a chance, that just maybe--

“If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,” Hamlet tells him, and Horatio yanks his eyes away so fast it makes him dizzy. His jaw unhinged as he stares down at Hamlet, who only smiles as his lips quiver, “absent thee from felicity a while? And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.”

Reading in a field while the sun is high in the sky, scribbled poems on his science notations and sketched flowers in journals. Hamlet’s laugh that used to come so easily and his hand warm on Horatio’s shoulder. He’d told him once that in the end they are all stories, he’d told him once that theirs were intertwined. Horatio wants to say no. With every bit of his being he wants to scream to god that he cannot do this, but he recognizes the tremor in Hamlet’s tone.

He almost asks if the request is only a way to make him stay, to keep alive. He doesn’t, he knows the answer. Slowly, he nods. Hamlet shifts his hand to swipe a tear off his cheek before settling it back on his face.

“Oh, I die, Horatio,” He says like an apology. “The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesy the election lights on Fortinbras. He has my dying voice. So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less, which have solicited.”

He waits until Horatio nods again, then his hand all but drops, his pointer finger brushes across Horatio’s lips as he says, “The rest is silence.”

Horatio feels the last breath leave the prince of Denmark, and with it, his love.

The walls around him shake or perhaps it’s only his body, wrapped around Hamlet like a shield come too late. He feels the prince’s curls against his nose as he presses his lips to his forehead.

There was a moment of quiet, but Hamlet took it with him with his last words.

The sound of marching soldiers drowns out Horatio’s wail, a scream to the heavens and that damned ghost and the inescapable fate that comes from revenge and the dare it had to take Ophelia and Rozencratz and Guildenstern and Laertes and Hamlet from him. His throat aches as waves of tears fall across his face and he wonders if he could drown in them, and how much of the water in lovely Ophelia’s lungs were the salt from her wide eyes. After what feels to be hours but can’t have been, his breath shudders to a quieter racket, and he sends a prayer to his friends who are, all of them, dead.

He’s left alone in an empty room with the man he loves in his arms and there are too many words for him to say, but Hamlet was always the writer.

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,” Horatio says finally, and closes Hamlet’s eyes against the tragedy surrounding them as he says his final goodbye, “and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

#brain: you wanna make yourself cry #me: no???#brain: too bad #shakespeare #ace directs Shakespeare #hamlet #lmao suffer with me

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Release Life’s Rapture (part 3)

You stay at your godfather’s ludus for the summer, where you meet Jacobus, his champion gladiator.

author: sugardaddytonystark pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader word count: 2038

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That night, you dream of making love to Sol, god of the sun. His hair is as brown as the earth, eyes deep and blue as the dawning sky. His skin is bronzed from the sun to which he so lovingly attends, and in return for his diligence, his entire body is encircled in a halo of everlasting golden light.

You and your god are lain upon a large tanned hide, abed a field of green grass, deepened to a dim blue-green in the dark night. Sol looms above you, a single point of light against an otherwise black sky. He is bare as you, and where the god touches you, your flesh burns, his hands too hot for a mere mortal to withstand, his mouth too scalding. But there’s always a price for pleasure, and a night with a being as divine as he is worth the pain in exchange.

So you wrap your thighs tight around the god’s hips as he thrusts into you, unrelentless, his cock thick and heavy inside of your aching cunt. He’s filling you up, stretching you full, making you feel a burning so different from the fevered warmth of his skin against your own. Your back arches as you seek out more contact, your heated, human flesh so fragile against the sun god’s searing skin.

Your lover has your wrists above your head, one of his wide, rough palms holding them in place. The other is gripping your jaw, turning your face away from his so that he may nose at your throat and cheek and ear. His hot breath sends shivers down your spine and when Sol speaks, words like whispers so deep and low, you can’t make out their meaning, but delight in the sounds all the same.

Your cries reach out into the deep, empty, endless night. The noise echo back into your ears and you feel blissfully alone - detached from the world and your existence, everything narrowed down to you and your god and this familiar but indescribable thing coiling in your stomach.

Your breath catches as you feel Sol’s pace quicken, his hands tightening around your wrists and jaw. He bites down against the curve of your neck and hot tears spill down your cheeks as you feel him find his release inside of you.

You sob and shake, you ache and burn. Sol whispers your name back into your mouth, guiding you closer and closer and closer with his hands and his cock and his words. You feel him around you, inside you, urging you on, but when you finally reach your peak, it’s not the god’s name that you call out in prayer.

Blessed night has settled into another day, your god forced to return to the sky once more to fulfill his duty, leaving you with mere memories of his blazing touch. But, as a remembrance, he sends sunlight streaming through your open window, stroking your body and keeping you warm and satiated until the time may come for the god to descend upon you once again.

You long to stay abed, to wait for that moment when night falls so that you may once again greet your lover with open arms and open legs. You want to once again lose yourself to dreams - a much more appealing prospect than this waking nightmare. Even half asleep, you feel the sudden sting of freshly remembered heartbreak.

You’re grateful for your god - the divine Sol who saw you hurting and granted you solace from your pain. Hair like the earth, you remember, like the soil from whence life springs. Rich brown and lush and soft beneath your fingers. His body built like it was made for toil, strong and deliberately fashioned. And his eyes – blue like the sky. Like the sea.

Unfortunately, your companion, Octavia, does not allow you to dwell in fantasy. She’s no longer beside you in bed, always early to rise and greet the day before the sun has had a chance to ascend.

“You’re awake,” she says, more a command than a question.

“Yes. And I had the most wonderful dream,” you tell her, giving up all thoughts of returning to slumber as you stretch out along the bed, arms up and back arched. “I fucked a god. He set my body aflame and then I turned to ash in his hands.”

“And this was a good dream?” Octavia asks, incredulous.

You sigh. “It was magnificent.”

You sit up in bed as you recall your dream, rubbing your wrists, sore from where your lover pinned you down in his blistering grasp. Octavia reaches out and grabs your wrists in her own hand, looking it over, and when you look down at it as well, you see bruises instead of burns. The marks of someone other than your god upon you.

“Better to suffer a lover forged from dreams,” Octavia says, releasing your wrist, “than one based in cruel reality.”

“One and the same,” you reply softly. Because you’re no fool. You know the being who visits your dream is both god and man, one image of the other. “Why do you think Jacobus so cruel?” you continue, louder this time. “Do you think he’s always been that way?”

“I think that you should remove him from your thoughts,” Octavia tells you as she returns, holding a cream length of fine fabric for your stola. “Would it please you to wear this today?”

“He is well removed,” you tell her in reply, and Octavia scoffs.

You pinch the fabric between your fingers, considering. The color is too bland to convey how you feel this morning. You need something deeper, and more rich. “I have something blue, do I not? Like… like the sky right at the height of the sun’s ascent. Something like that?”

Octavia raises an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. “I’ll see what I can come up with.”

After you groom and dress, you find yourself on the villa balcony, where Alexander and Ophelia are eating their morning meal. On the table before them is a modest spread of cheese and bread and fruit. In their hands are ever-present cups of wine. Behind the pair, a slave cools them off with a large fan made of feathers as they lounge upon their cushioned chaises.

The heat is almost overwhelming, even in the mid-morning when the sun has yet to reach its peak. Already, a thin sheen of sweat has gathered on your skin. Already, you can feel the fevered weight of existence heavy on your shoulders.

The heat and the drought has been a source of discontentment for all in Capua, the shortage of water drying out even the most well-attended bath and turning once-fertile soil into dust. Below the balcony, the gladiators are kicking up the dust and the sand with every movement, the sun baking the grains into a hard-packed floor for the men to move around upon. It crumbles underfoot and sends clouds of earth into the air, covering the men and all things else lowly enough to get in its way.

But this is all commonplace to you now. The crash of wooden sword against wooden shield, of dull-tipped spear and trident, of pain and triumph, have all come to be familiar sounds to you and this morning fares no differently. The men have no doubt been at it for hours already, waking early to begin their training, breaking for their morning meal, then back at it once more before you were even out of bed.

You chance a look down at the men, and your eyes are immediately drawn toward Jacobus, brandishing two swords against another gladiator with sword and shield. His usual demeanor is darkened, his ferocity obvious by tenfold today, and you can’t help but believe that you are the cause.

You wonder if the gladiator sought companionship last night after you were so viciously turned away. You never sent anyone in your stead, as he requested, not able to bear the thought of another giving him the pleasure that you so desperately wish you could give. Did Jacobus blame you for soiling the night of such a celebrated victory? Will he ever forgive you your desire and your deceit?

The champion looks up toward the balcony, blue eyes ablaze, and you avert your gaze by busying yourself with choosing just the right bunch of grapes from a serving tray held up to you by one of Alexander’s slaves.

“The men are of a poor form today,” you muse, attempting to steady your heart as you pluck a grape off of its stem. You place the fruit in your mouth and find the courage to look back down onto the training ground. With both relief and disappointment, you find that Jacobus has once again resumed his training.

“Wine and whores do have a way of dulling the senses,” Alexander replies. “Which reminds me, how did the champion enjoy his gift?”

You give your godfather a false smile, already weary of the reminder of the night passed. “She was well received,” you answer, not missing the way Octavia looks at you out of the corner of your eye. “Who would not enjoy such a remarkable tribute?”

Before Alexander can respond, the snap of a whip resonates through the training ground and up onto the balcony, drawing the attention of those upon it. You take a step closer and both Alexander and Ophelia stand to get a better look at what is transpiring down below.

“Attend!” Doctore bellows, voice carrying through the air. The men halt their training and turn their attention to Fury, the Doctore – trainer – of Alexander’s ludus. “Forget everything you learned outside these walls. For that is the world of men. We are more! We are gladiators!”

The men cheer, a great roar rising up to where you stand that nearly forces you back in its enthusiasm. Your hands grip the banister to keep you steady, listening intently as if Doctore was speaking to you and not the gladiators in his charge.

“Study. Train. Bleed!” Doctore continues. “And one day your name will be legend, spoken in hushed whispers of fear and awe. As the city speaks of Jacobus, the Champion of Capua!”

More cheers as the gladiator stands distinguished among his brothers. In your chest, you feel a swell of pride. But also, irritation. You’ll have no solace from your pain here and you will not waste your day grieving over what should have been. You feign disinterest while taking a bite of cheese.

“But his legend was not birthed in the arena,” Doctore says. “It was given life here, in this ludus. Under the sting of my whip! Attack!”

The men go at it again with a renewed vigor, grunting and howling, wooden swords clashing with dull but resonating thuds. How easily these men are worked into a fervor! And how easily your passion swells likewise. This business of gladiators is a sordid thing, but you would be false to say that there is no art in it. Surely, anyone who watches someone such as Jacobus move could see the skill and cleverness in every gesture.

“Doctore, attend,” Alexander calls to Doctore, then turns to kiss Ophelia’s temple. “We are off to market.”

His words pique your interest. You feel as though you will go mad if you stay stuck in the villa all day with nothing to entertain you save the sounds of the gladiators training. Besides, you think you should buy something new for the reception for the Vulcanalia. This will be the first time in ages that you will be able to socialize with people other than your godfather and his wife, and you plan to make the most of it.

"Godfather, allow me to accompany you,” you say. “Weeks in Capua and I have yet to go to market!"

Alexander considers you for a moment and then nods his head, giving you the approval that you need. Your smile must be infectious because the otherwise somber man’s lips upturn slightly as he notes your excitement.

“Let us away, then,” Alexander says to you, then turns and heads inside the villa, you following close behind.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #dahlia writes stuff #fic release life's rapture

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buns-with-a-book · 3 years

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Charms of Luck

Part of a shortfic challenge list posted by ao3commentoftheday, the second of five fics.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV/Final Fantasy Online Characters: F!Viera!Warrior of Light/Aymeric de Borel, Lucia Junius (minor) Tags: @nimnox

Summary: Before Lily Wisteriale is sent off to free Ala Mhigo from the empire, she brings the news to the other commanders to be ready for the fight ahead. Aymeric, however, has something to give instead. Set during 4.0 (Stormblood) and has very minor location-based spoilers.

The sun beamed down upon Porto Praetoria. The city of Ala Mhigo, heart of Gyr Abania, stood in the distance, the flags of the occupying Garlean Empire fluttering in the winds like sentinels. The camp situated in front of Porto Praetoria was bustling with the members of the Eorzean Alliance rushing to-and-fro, aiding the Ala Mhigan Resistance in some manner or preparing for patrol into The Lochs of Gyr Abania. Aymeric de Borel, Lord Speaker of Ishgard, could only stare out at the landscape before him, the scent of salt and sandstone weighing heavily in the wind. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a few of Ishgard’s knights dashing across the sandstone, pausing only to salute a familiar sight: A Hyuran red mage named Ophelia Aurelia, one of the Crystal Keepers, a small group of allies in league with the Scions (and established before Alphinaud’s doomed Crystal Braves, as he understood it). She merely waved back at the knights before continuing down the stairs, off into the Lochs chasing after a young Miqo’te dragoon, her wine red hair fluttering in the wind.

He faintly smiled at the youths, watching as they ran. The Crystal Keepers had been integral to saving all of Ishgard and he was grateful to all of them for their part in ending the Dragonsong War. He would be the first to admit his own hesitation in working with them, particularly in Virberos Autumnstar and Syldove Wavesinger, a bard and dancer Elezen duo whom there seemed to be nothing noted about them before their work in Eorzea, but found his worries melting away after their conflict with the primal Shiva. However, there was always one who was in his thoughts, the first of them he had met: the Viera sorceress Lily Wisteriale. How long ago was it, when they first met at Camp Dragonhead, that he first saw the sorceress, bundled in black for the cold weather of Coerthas? He closed his eyes, still able to remember that cold winter eve of their first meeting-

“Ser Aymeric!” A familiar voice prompted him to turn, opening his eyes to see the mage in question approach him. He let out a soft noise of surprise, the blacks he had last seen her in given way to deep azure blue robes, lined with gold. The staff Diamond Dust (as she told him she had named) stood out with it’s cold steel housing the ice crystal core of the staff, bringing with it a faint but familiar coolness.

“By the Fury, it is good to see you my friend!” He said, a smile on his face. Lily nodded in agreement.

“General Raubahn wanted me to tell you that everyone’s in place and ready to go.” She glanced over the side of the rampart they were on, as Ishgardian knights took to the field to rush to their places. “Although it seems your knights are just as ready to go as everyone else.”

“Your presence lifts their spirits, along with the rest of the Keepers. You and yours, who stood with us in our direst hour, will ever be an inspiration to my countrymen...and to me.” He bowed to her, earning a soft chuckle from her.

“Aymeric…”

“Ishgard's debt can never be repaid...but it is my hope that our deeds this day shall go some small way to-”

“Aymeric, you don’t need to worry about it!” Lily interrupted him, causing the Lord Speaker to pause. “Aymeric, Ishgard is my home. I would gladly defend her from any threat.” The sorceress soothed. The words sent his heart soaring as he stood back up, trying hard not to smile so widely.

“A word, Lily.” The mage turned to Lucia, stern as ever, but he would never ask his trusted second in command to ever change. “Zenos has never cared a whit for politics. He lives for war and war alone. Kill him, or he will kill you and yours.”

“Duly noted. He won’t escape a third time. If not from me, then from Ophelia. She’s reckless enough to pursue him.” Lily nodded firmly. A pang of worry shot through the lord’s heart, knowing full well what kind of devastation Zenos could cause from the testimony of those who suffered.

“While we’re on the subject...Lucia, I would like a moment of privacy.” Aymeric said. Lucia glanced at him, eyebrow briefly raising in suspicion, before nodding and saluting him.

“As you command, my lord.” She turned to the knights and guided them away, leaving Aymeric and Lily alone on the rampart. Aymeric turned back to the Lochs before them, Lily moving closer to his side.

“Is something bothering you, Aymeric?” She asked softly. Aymeric let out a slow exhale.

“I know full well that you can handle yourself in the field. You’ve done it countless times before and will do more in the future. And yet, I cannot help but worry.” He admitted before slowly turning to her. “The House of Lords and the House of Commons united to create something for you.”

“The two houses, actually getting along for once?” Lily asked in playful shock. “You jest.”

“I thought it was a jest too, until the Commons Speaker proposed it to the House of Lords and it passed without a vote for no.” Aymeric smiled at that before carefully pulling out a box. Lily took the box and opened it, revealing a delicate-appearing crystal necklace, held by blue silk. Her hand carefully grazed the surface of the necklace, lips curling into a faint smile.

“Thank you, Aymeric. I do hope you give the houses my thanks as well for actually agreeing on something for once.” She glanced up to him. “Do you mind helping me put it on?” Aymeric stared at her for a moment, his mind short-circuiting for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“O-Of course.” He stammered, cursing himself internally for becoming flustered by such an innocent request. He carefully took the necklace out of it’s box. As Lily turned and reached back to hold up her golden hair, Aymeric could only marvel how it shone in the sunlight. Delicately, he clasped the necklace around her neck. Pulling back his hands, she let her arm fall back to her side. She turned to look back at Aymeric, smiling.

“Well? How do I look?”

“Beautiful.” He blurted out, before he could stop himself. Lily stared at him before blushing.

“Ah, t-thank you, Aymeric. If there’s nothing else you need me for…”

“No, there is...one more thing I want you to receive.” He said, reaching back into his pocket. “It is the signet ring of my house, of de Borel.” He said, producing the gold ring. The golden insignia of House de Borel was carefully entwined around an aquamarine gemstone, of a sword with ribbon-like filigree around the blade. “So when you face Zenos, or wherever your travels take you beyond this day, I can be there in spirit to give you strength.” Lily stared at the ring, at Aymeric, and then back at the ring before returning her gaze to Aymeric.

“Is this…?” She asked softly. He faintly nodded, earning a smile from her. “Thank you, Aymeric. I will gladly take this precious gift you have bestowed upon me.” She said, guiding Aymeric to slide the ring onto a finger on her left hand. “And I will return. I promise.”

“Lily!” A voice called. Lily rushed over to the edge of the rampart, looking down. Aymeric followed her, his eyes meeting the mage’s older sister, a dragoon named Hyacinth. “Come on! We got Garlean asses to kick and a nation to liberate!”

“Coming!” Lily replied before quickly going to the stairs. She paused, turning to Aymeric, before going back to him. She leaned forward, quickly pecking his lips. Aymeric blinked in surprise. “For luck.” Lily winked at him before dashing down the stairs and off towards her sister. Aymeric quietly touched his lips, still stunned by the brief kiss, before the sound of footsteps caught his attention. He quickly closed his hand into a fist, making it appear as if he was just clearing his throat as Lucia dashed by his side-

With a knowing smile on her face.

Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought...

#Final Fantasy XIV #ffxiv aymeric #warrior of light #viera wol #lucia junius #fluff #love confessions #look you give a gal a ring it's totes a love confession

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rexcoatlarchive · 3 years

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Nightmare

Rex found himself in what seemed to be the chinese lostbelt again, but this was different. The whole landscape was on fire. Rex couldn't see very far thanks to the intense flames and the smoke.

Rex walked through the burning fields, avoiding the flames, eventually he saw the "great wall" the emperor had built to protect against alien invasions in pieces on the ground. Then he saw the giant structure that was originally the emperor's body, on the ground burning.

Then as he's walking he sees something horrifying: bodies.

The corpes of the Yaga, the villagers of Scandinavia, and the farmers of this lostbelt, burnt to a corpse. Rex was horrified by what he was seeing

???: this is all your fault!

When Rex heard that he turned to see another terrible sight, the half dead burning bodies of Paxti and Gerda

Paxti: you did this! You and that monster!

Gerda: why!? Why did you have to destroy our homes?!

And as Rex looked on horrified the earth shook and two giant obsidian spikes impale the two, and their pained shrieks could be heard throughout the fields before they're burnt to ash

Rex: what the fuck!? What is going on? Is this hell?!

Then he heard another sound. The sound of someone sobbing nearby.

Rex went over to the source of the sound and saw Skadi crying while holding one of the valkyries

Skadi, while crying: n-n-no child! Don't you leave me too! I have no one else!

Before long they meet the same fate and another obsidian spike erupts from the ground impaling the two before they burn to ash

Rex, panicking: what the...! Why is this happening!?

Before long he sees more suffering souls, first he sees Kadoc clutching what can only be a dead Anastasia and nearby is Yu kneeling mournfully near a slain Xiang Yu.

Rex can't handle the images before him, but before long they meet the same fate. Impaled by the burning hot rocks.

Then he hears whimpering nearby. Rex turns towards the source and sees Ophelia huddled up and shaking next to a burning tree, she seemed to be muttering to herself while she shook.

Rex want to go comfort her but before he could reach her the burning tree falls on her and there's nothing left but ash.

Then a voice is heard

???: Y̷̘̏ò̶̖̖͘͘u̶̹̮̦͂ ̴̨͛s̷͍͍̄̌͒h̶̞̃o̶̢̟͒ư̴͈̂̍l̴̞̟̋̈͋d̴̦͈͋̆'̸̢̠͉̍v̷͉̝̏̈́͜͝ė̵̬̜́͆ ̴̨̲͂k̷̳̈́̋̋n̵̨̜̒̒̂ỏ̸̬̭w̸̡̾͝n̷̠̘̂̎ ̴̰̐̕ţ̸̼́̾h̶̞̋̋a̴̹̋ț̵͉̊ ̸̺͊̏́s̷̬͎̒̒͆t̷͎͝ù̵̜̝p̵̨͂͒͝ḯ̷̝̯͕̊͝d̶̻̚ ̶̨͆͝ͅẅ̴̫́̾͝a̶̢̛͆̉ĺ̵̨͈̔l̵̤͛ ̶̟̳͓́͝͝w̶̥͍͕͂́͝o̸̢̨͍̊̔ȕ̶̢̖̗l̶̹̦͋̃͐d̶͍̓͆̇ǹ̷̘͑'̵̓́̚ͅẗ̴̳́ ̷̜̕ẅ̴͇̟̳́͝ő̴͙̗̂͛ṙ̸̡̰̆́k̶̩̦̓

Rex heard a nightmarish voice speak not far off from where he was.

When he went towards the voice he saw the emperor being held up by their neck but he could not tell who was doing it

???: N̵̻̐̈́̒o̸͔̺͓̾w̷̳̜̞̾̈́ ̷̻̫̘̏b̶̘̬̚͠ų̶̛̪̇̀r̵͖͕̍̿n̷̰̉ ̵̲͖̉ḷ̶̻̓̓î̴͖̃̋k̵̜̮̠͝e̶̞͛̄ ̶̧̺̩̉̋̈́ẗ̶͍́̿ͅẖ̷͂͑͋ḛ̸̀ͅ�� ̴̪́r̵̨͌̔̎e̴̦͒̇ṣ̴̍͘t̵̻̝̗̀̅̔ ̴̬́ō̴̥͋f̷̫̠́̒̊ ̷̘͙͛̒t̶̟͓̄̎h̵̼̹͆̇ĕ̸̫̱̄m̶̻̎͊͠

After that Rex sees many smaller spikes impale the emperor's body before the combust and turn to ash.

Then Rex sees whose responsible for all this.

It was some twisted nightmarish version of Quetzalcoatl. Instead of gentle hands he held on their wedding day he saw red razor sharp claws surrounded by dark green feathers. Instead of her normal mouth that gave him the most amazing kisses he saw a gaping maw filled with mismatched teeth, some long and thin some shorter and thicker. And behind the teeth was a raging fire and hanging out of the flaming maw was a long tounge that seemed too long to even fit in her mouth. He also saw huge black crow-like wings that ended in more flames. And he saw the same obsidian spikes from before adorning her body, almost like she was the source of them.

Nightmare Quetz: Ḿ̵͍̻́i̶̼̪͌͌ ̴͇̼̒̂ͅä̵̬̻͔͊m̵̩̆ö̷̹́ŕ̵̰̜͈́!̸̨̼̩̌ ̴͠ͅṰ̸̢̑̽͒h̴̦́̆͑ẻ̶̳r̸̛̟̂͝e̴̪̼͘͠ ̶̡̤̏͝y̷̱͕͚̅̽̓o̵̥̥̠̐̃̕u̴͓̰̓ ̸̞̅̒͝ǎ̶͈̠r̵̜̀ȩ̵̃!̴̰̥̆͌

The horrific parody of Rex's wife walked right up to him, he wanted to run but he was frozen with shock.

Nightmare Quetz: A̶̬͖̎͌͝r̵̜͗͘ę̷̣͊̑ṇ̴̑͛'̶̮͉̳̌̾͒ṭ̸͎̂͐ ̶̢͑ͅy̸̛̰̍ơ̶̡͎͓ų̶̥̝̔́ ̷̞̗̒p̶͍̻͗̍̚r̶͈̠͘ō̵͎̼̟u̸̙͖̿d̶̮͗ ̶͚̣́̕͠õ̷̬̺̝̓͐f̵̯̿͋ ̵͖͈̻́̿w̴̝͙͂h̶͔̪͝a̵̠̲͗̓̚t̴̖͆͊͛ ̸̛̘̱̽̕w̵̻͂̒ȩ̶̹̈'̸̖̊̐v̶̥̀e̸͔̭̝̍̈ ̵̠̈́̉ḍ̵͕̭͐ó̶̫n̴̪̻̖̿e̷͉̗̽͛̕!̴͎͇̤̍̾ ̵̠̩̈́͐̂Ḋ̶̡͜e̴̜̲̠̔s̴̡̤̓̅ţ̷̡̿͑r̸̦̎͆̍ọ̸̄͑y̸̯͒̄e̸̢̺̦̚d̵̟̾͛͠ ̷̮̫̄̒̌ț̶̱̓͐͝ͅḣ̴͚̺̼͂ȅ̴̺̿̓ͅ ̴̝̃f̴̩̋͝à̵̙l̷͍͖̖̎̈̒s̵̙̏é̷̥̕ ̴̼͍̠͗w̶̱͋o̸̖̭̠͐r̸̹͓̽͊ĺ̷̡̍d̷̘̩͑̑̕'̶̨͖̍̔̓s̴͔͌̔̑ͅ ̶̼̑͘f̴̡̳͗̑̚ỏ̴͔̹̇̔r̶̭͎̈́ ̴̨̪͝t̸͖̞̀̔͜h̴͈̞͗ḙ̵͠ ̵̧͗̀̔s̷̭̚ḁ̴̻͋̕k̷̼̤͈͌̀ȅ̵̡̲̱̈́ ̶̨̖̥̕ò̶̡͎͛̃f̷̡̙̼͘͠ ̶͎̕͝ͅō̷̦u̸̲̐͆̇r̷͚̚s̴͉͍͑

The voice sounded wrong. Nothing like he was used to.

Rex: Quetz, what happened to you?

Nightmare Quetz: N̸̝͉̬͂o̶̮̠̕t̶̝̽̆̇h̵̜͍̤͑ï̵͎̕n̵̢̺̘̋ǵ̴̲͗'̴͖͗s̸͖̮̈́ ̶͚͗͛h̸͈͆̓̓͜ͅa̵̳̯̍p̶̍̍̈́ͅp̴̰̭̅e̶̯͚̿n̸̳̖̈́͝ë̴̩͎́̀d̵̛̜͉̼̊ ̴̹̭͐͌m̴̯͕̀ǐ̵͈͐̊͜ ̴̻́̅̈́ã̷͎̙̚ͅm̷͉̑ọ̵̺̟͛̇r̷͇̩͚̀͌.̶̲̠͇̓̀̍ ̷̞̜̕Ḯ̵̛̭'̷̘̈́͌̂m̵͇͑̊ ̵̲̥̥̃͌ṱ̶͗̽͠h̷̠͖̏̕ȩ̸̈͑͆ ̵̤͊̆s̴̨͔̥͑̓͠ą̷̞̻̒̊͐m̸̢̹̣̓̇ḛ̵͌ ̸͇̝͇̐å̴̗͈̀́s̶̫̑̑ ̵̼̲̦̄͑̚I̷̧͎͓͊̓̈́'̸̩͊v̴̩̙̩͐̍ê̸̬̄̚ ̵͕̙̺̋à̵̙̑̚l̶͔̆w̶͕̲͚͛a̸͔̭̤̕ý̷͇́ͅs̴̼͉̆͜ ̷̡͝b̸̜̭̀̎ẹ̷̓̑e̴̜̳̊̃͑ṇ̸͉͆͒͊.̷̖͈̍ ̸̹́̈ͅN̸̥̝̍o̴̱͛̅w̷̧̧̗͗̈̐ ̶͓̟́g̷̥̅̈́̂ï̸̡̜͝v̶̎̿͜e̵̙͈͌ ̸̢̫͌m̶̪̣̋̏̅ę̸͖̆̿ ̸̘̓̐̕ä̶̞́͌̏ͅ ̷̝͔̹̐k̶̨̤͒̍̀i̴͔̙̻̍̇͊s̵̛̙̈ṡ̷̤̗͠!̷̇͂̇ͅ

As she said this her hand grabbed onto Rex's face and she opened her mouth to force a kiss with her monstrous maw. But then...

Rex: *gasp!*

Rex woke up. He was in his room again, everything was normal. He was sweating as if he really did come out of a burning hellscape.

Quetz: *sleepy* mi amor? What's wrong?

Rex: ...I had... a nightmare.

Quetz: what was it?

Rex: we were in China again, everything was burning. And people from all the lostbelts were there, burnt to ashes. And you were there

Quetz: me...?

Rex: yeah but... you were this twisted parody of yourself. Huge claws and messed up teeth and it seems like you were the cause of the fire

Quetz: me? But...

Rex: I guess I'm not handling the lostbelts nearly as well as I thought.

Quetz: mi amor... are you scared of me?

Rex, seeing Quetz unhappy: *hugs her* no Quetz! I've never been scared of you! I love you more then anything!

Quetz: ...gracias mi amor.

Rex: *let's go* I guess it's just, we're both responsible for erasing the lostbelts so maybe... some part of me is afraid we were both becoming monsters.

Quetz:

It's ok mi amor. We're doing what's right. This is for the sake of our home.

Rex: you're right...

Quetz: are you able to sleep again?

Rex: ...maybe I need more time.

Quetz: take all the time you need, I'll be here for you

Rex: thank you Quetz

A/N: interesting idea popped up when thinking about the last story. Recreating a mass extinction event to wipe out another world sounds pretty horrifying, could mess up your conscience.

Probably not working tags

@hasereshdoneanythingwrong @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @panyum @hasabbydoneanythingwrong @hasastolfodoneanythingwrong @castlecsejtespeakertechnician @grievouslyxorvia @gxymlky

#fate grand order #quetzalcoatl #wife #rex #rexcoatl #mastersona

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kittykat-creations · 4 years

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The Prince and the Fae

For my creative writing class —–

The sun shone brightly over the fields below, bouncing back off the small window of the small carriage moving through the overgrown paths. The sky had momentarily been a brilliant show of reds and oranges, but that had been hours ago, and had quickly disappeared into the bright blue that now filled the view above.

The castle in the distance had slowly been growing and growing in size ever since yesterday evening. The princess wondered, vaguely, as she had been since the castle came into view, what the young prince would be like. Her parents hadn’t told her anything about him- or maybe they had, sometime during yesterday morning while they had been hurrying her out into the carriage. She couldn’t quite remember…

“Do you know his name?” She asked out the window, again, only to get the same silent response from the guard she had gotten every time before. She could remember word-for-word the last sentence he had spoke. “Time to get going, your majesty.” She only hoped her husband to-be would be more chatty. After all, this was her fate, she could at least find the bright side of it.

—–

The click-clack click-clack click-clack of the prince’s shoes echoed up and down the hallway as he paced, absentmindedly nibbling at his fingernails. She was supposed to arrive later today, and then they would be married, and he just wasn’t ready for that. He supposed he never would be, but he had been hoping he would at least have a couple years to grimly accept his fate before it was thrust upon him. His twenty-first birthday wasn’t even here yet. Couldn’t he rule for a few years alone before having to take a queen?

“Henry!” A voice shouted, and the prince flinched, almost instinctively, as the man strode over. “Stop that infernal pacing! Why aren’t you getting ready? The princess is supposed to be here soon, and you’re not even close to looking presentable!”

“Father, please, reconsider this,” Henry begged. “My birthday isn’t even here yet-!”

“Nonsense! She’s already on her way, and the wedding has been planned for the last month since we made the arrangement.” The king scowled, his eyes dropping to Henry’s fingernails. “Stop biting your nails; it’s a filthy habit. And go get ready! Now!”

Henry felt his heart drop as he shrunk away to his bedroom. This was final, it was happening in just three days. Oh how he wished there was some way out of this. He wished he could sleep for one hundred years, like the fairy tales, but that probably wasn’t possible, no matter how many poisoned apples he ate or sharp needles he touched.

Well, for at least a couple hours, he could do what he had been good at for years: denial and delay.

Luckily, since he was little, he had memorized the guard’s posts and schedules, and he was easily able to slip past them, wearing a basic hood and cape over his royalty clothes. The fabric was itchy, and the cape was getting a tad small for him, as he had gotten it when he was younger and not as well-fed, but it would do until he could get a new one in town.

But he was not going to town today. Instead, he went past the castle grounds and into the surrounding forest. He always missed the forest when he had to leave back home. As he walked slowly through the paths he had worn, leaves fell around him, brilliant shades of red and orange. It would be cold soon, and harder to stay out long among the trees.

He reached the end of his path, and felt his heart ache for a moment at the thought of having to go back already, but then all of a sudden the wind blew past, leaving with an armful of leaves and revealing a clear, worn path twisting through the trees. Henry looked around curiously, not remembering this path. Then again, he had always been a tad forgetful and absent-minded, and anything to avoid going home.

He stepped onto the path, and instantly he felt something tingly go through his body, but he wasn’t quite sure what it could be. It wasn’t unpleasant, though, so he slowly continued.

As he walked, the wind continued to sweep the leaves out from in front of him, as though the wind itself was leading him somewhere. Like this path was just for him, and no one else. At some point, as he was walking, the sun had set, and the full moon had risen. But he had only been walking for a few minutes, hadn’t he? And wasn’t the next full moon not for another three days? Yes, Henry remembered that, because he had always been warned to not go out during a full moon, in fear of the fae.

The path ended, and Henry looked up to see why it stopped. It was right at the edge of a mushroom ring- a faery circle- and in the center of the ring was a young man sitting atop an old stump. He was tall, and rather thin, and he couldn’t have been much older than the prince himself. The moonlight shone off his dark skin, making him almost have a sort of glow. His hair was down to his shoulders, and pulled into small, tight braids. When he opened his brown eyes, they were glowing faintly red, and his grin was sharp.

Henry felt his breath catch. The myths had been right about the fae being beautiful. He had never seen another man more attractive.

He hadn’t stepped into the faery circle yet. Something in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t, that the fae were dangerous, and he could still leave. Yet the pull of magic- that’s what he had felt when he started on the path, it was magic- was too strong to let him leave.

He stepped into the circle.

Suddenly they were surrounded by a pitch dark mist, which blocked out everything beyond the circle. All that existed beside Henry was the mushrooms, the man on the stump, and the full moon shining directly overhead.

Henry was frozen with nerves as the man stood up, still grinning. He was a good half foot taller than the prince, and it was easy to see how much thinner now that he was standing. He approached Henry, and he could see now that his ears were slightly pointed behind his braids.

“May I have your name?” He asked, in a low, slow voice that sent shivers through Henry’s spine. Even his voice was beautiful.

No, a voice in the back of his head told Henry. You never tell a fae your name.

“He-enry.”

The fae smiled, gently pulling the cloak aside with a finger, revealing the royal clothes underneath. Henry’s face lit up red at the touch.

“Prince Henry… I’m assuming?”

Henry swallowed nervously, nodding. “Y-Yes…”

“And what brings you here… your majesty?” The fae asked.

“…a path…”

The fae chuckled, and Henry felt his heart skip a beat again, as it had been, at the sight of those sharp teeth.

“Cute and funny… Your majesty, if I may… The path only shows itself to mortals if they’re desperate… You must be desperate, aren’t you?” Henry wasn’t sure how he felt about the man knowing that. “You want something… Well, I can help.”

“Yo-you’re not sup-pposed to- to make deals with f-fae…” Henry stuttered out, still half-focused on the man’s hand on his chest.

The man grinned. “And you’re not supposed to give them your name. Like I said, you’re desperate. You want to escape your fate; you don’t want to marry a princess. I can help you.”

“Ho-ow do you know that?”

“You don’t have to stay. In the castle, in this reality… I can help you escape your fate.”

It’ll be a trap.

As though walking through molasses, Henry took a step back, and then another one. “I- I can’t. I can’t. Fae are tricky. I can’t.”

“You’ll come back.” The man stepped back towards the stump, taking his seat. “You’re desperate. I’ll be here, Henry.”

Henry managed to break out through the magic of the faery circle, breathing heavily as he appeared back where he was before he had stepped onto the new path. The sun hadn’t moved. Leaves covered the ground, and when Henry shakily brushed them aside, there was no path.

He clutched his cloak around him and walked back home.

—–

“Announcing the arrival of Princess Ophelia.”

Henry rubbed at the circles under his eyes, fighting back a yawn as the princess stepped into the throne room. He fiddled with the silver necklace around his neck as he stepped forward to greet her. She was pretty, with long curly hair and skin that almost shone like his had. Yes, she was pretty, but not nearly as beautiful as-

Henry had to stop thinking about him, and the offer. Fae were dangerous. He knew that… and yet he hadn’t been able to get him out of his thoughts all evening and night. He had offered to let him escape from his fate… could he really be so bad as the legends said?

—–

Henry was breathing heavily as he hurried through the forest, cloak clutched around him again, and one hand holding out a small lantern. It was hardly needed, as the moonlight was bright enough to see far beyond the reach of the flame.

His heart was pounding as he reached the end of the path, where the one leading to the fae had appeared. How did he make it come back? The wedding was in the morning, and the wedding night meant- well- married behavior. He had to leave.

“Please,” he whispered quietly, hoping that would work. “Please, come back.”

The wind blew past, taking the leaves with it, and there was the path from before, this time glowing a soft white, as though it was reflecting the moonlight from above. This time, Henry didn’t hesitate, and he hurried along the magic path, his breathing speeding up.

Just as before, the path ended at the mushroom circle. Henry set the lantern down and stepped inside.

“I knew you would be back.” The man smiled, showing off those teeth, and stood up to approach Henry. “So, you want to leave?”

“What do you want?” Henry asked, throwing the fae a bit off guard. “You want something from me, right? And then you’ll take me away from here, away from my fate. What do you want?”

“Well well well,” the fae said softly, his grin returning. “Look who’s making a deal now. What do I want, Henry? …I want you.”

Henry didn’t expect that answer, and it made him freeze up a bit. What did that mean? “M-Me?” He gasped softly when the man held his chin and tilted it up. It felt tingly, and he wasn’t sure if it was the magic or the heat in his face. The fae leaned down and gently kissed just underneath his ear. It nearly made Henry melt.

“You… in the faery realm. With me.”

“…deal.”

The man instantly cupped Henry’s face and kissed him deeply. Henry nearly fell forward, only held up by the man’s body. He didn’t think he could enjoy anything this much.

#Original Work #gay #fae #creative writing #a lil inspire from cap u lol

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vsuvia · 4 years

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thinking makes it so / apprentice (ophelia)/asra/ 1.5k / explicit (minors do not interact)

(i’m posting this here bc i can’t decide if i want it on ao3 yet lol. i will continue to produce content for my apprentice even if i am the only goddamn one who reads it!!! oldmanyellsatcloud.jpg anyway enjoy)

The shop candle was blown out, the sign was flipped to read “Closed” in neat but firm handwriting, the merchandise had been put away (or at least as put away as it normally was), and Ophelia was finally, mercifully alone.

Though she appreciated the fact that her aunt had trusted her to run the shop, it was exhausting, she had to admit. It had been especially busy as of late; a surprising number of people complaining of coughs or fevers, considering the season, so she’d spent most of the past few days either selling charms and poultices against sickness or over the stove stirring a perpetually-added-to vat of protection potion. She’d visited the Red Market after closing up for the night yesterday, replenishing her supplies, and sat up late making more amulets, but tomorrow the shop would be closed. She’d wake at noon, walk along the canals, maybe have a picnic — but tonight came first.

The plan was to pick the witchweed that was blooming all over the fields with Asra once the moon came up. “Grows best right now, in the late spring,” he’d said to her, looping his scarf back around his shoulders. “It’s very good for all kinds of things. Makes a good base for the magic to build on, you know? Healing potions, poultices…” His ever-present catlike grin widened a little, and his eyebrows raised. “Love spells.”

Ophelia had laughed and tried to control the blush she felt rising to her cheeks. “We don’t sell those, Asra, and you know it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with trying to tempt a bit of love in your own direction,” he protested. “It’s not a love potion or anything. It’s just a little luck.”

She’d rolled her eyes, kept her lips locked together, because she had love already — it was standing right in front of her. And one-sided or not, she loved him enough to not want anyone else.

The painful squeeze inside her chest that always shows up when she thought about Asra made its presence known, and she sighed as she drew the curtains shut. Being in love with her best friend was proving to be more difficult than ever. She spent half the time with him desperately drinking it in, unable to drag her eyes away from him, like he was the very light itself, and the other half consumed with thoughts of the future, daydreaming and torturing herself in equal measure. It was quite frankly exhausting, and yet she couldn’t let go of the way she lit up from the inside out whenever he was around.

Walking into the back room, Ophelia slumped, resting her butt on the table, hitching a leg up and unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her blouse. There was only one solution she’d really found to work in any capacity so far, and while it didn’t help with the “being in love” part as much as she’d hoped, it at least made her act like a bit less of a jumpy idiot around Asra.

Her hand crept up the inside of her leg, rucking up her skirt around her waist, and she took her lip tightly between her teeth as she pushed her undergarments down around her knees and replaced them with her fingers. There was something incredibly satisfying about finally doing something for herself after these long few days where she worked so hard she could barely stand up straight. Getting back into the rhythm of her own body, enjoying the privacy again — she let out a small moan as she rocked against her hand, then another just to savor it. It was late at night, and the stone walls of the shop were thick enough to cover any noise she might make.

The angle from perching on the edge of the table was much better than Ophelia had expected, and she felt her breathing speed up, her hand grow slicker as she moved it against herself. Her eyes had fallen shut and she made no motion to open them, instead letting thoughts flit through her minds eye: a strong arm around her waist in the market, a flash of purple eyes from under a white fringe of hair, soft lips that she imagined on her now, and she shakily, quietly cried his name —

There was a creak as the door swung open, and she barely had time to open her eyes, let alone react, until she saw Asra standing in the doorway, his face redder than she could ever recall it being before.

A beat of silence filled the air, and then he said, strangled, “You should remember to lock the door,” his eyes stuck to her.

And suddenly shame was flooding her, and she covered her face with her hand, shoulders shaking, legs drawing closed. “Oh my god, Asra, I am so sorry—“

“Ophelia, look at me,” he said, so she did, as much as she could bear to, willing her body to stop trembling. Asra looked broken open, raw, his pupils wide, a fine tremor running through his body like a mirror to hers, as if he was holding himself back. And with a jolt, she could see he was hard, obvious through the thin fabric of his pants.

She drew in a breath, shuddery, felt heat spark anew in her stomach. “Wh-what about the door?” she managed, blurting out the first thing that came to her mind.

With a snap of his fingers, she heard the lock click, and the curtains to the back room slid shut behind them. “If you don’t want to,” he said slowly, “don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Ophelia breathed, quiet, half-believing that if she spoke above a whisper, she’d break some sort of unspoken spell set by the universe and this would all be over. Her heart hammered so loud in her ears that she was sure it was rattling off the walls.

“Thank god,” Asra rushed out, and pushed his hand past his waistband.

She was fairly sure she stopped breathing. No matter how she moved, it wasn’t fast enough; it felt like she was fighting through molasses as she pressed her fingers into herself again, the air thick with desire that hadn’t been there before. Though she’d kept her eyes closed earlier, this time she wouldn’t let herself take them away from Asra for a second. Because he was gorgeous like this, leaning into his own touch, sweat beading along his neck — someday she’d kiss him there — his body all long, lean, tense lines.

“I heard you call my name and I thought you were hurt,” he panted. “I had no idea, my god, I thought I was dreaming at first, seeing you laid out like this.”

Out of breath, unable to string words together to express everything moving through her head, Ophelia just moaned, her hips bucking upwards, fisting her other hand in her skirt like it was anchoring her to reality.

“I’ve wanted you for so long and you j-just — ah —“ He cut himself off with a gasp, his head tilting back. “I’m this close already. Do you see what you do to me? There’s no one else I’d rather fall apart for.”

“Asra,” she sighed, crooking her fingers, grinding against her palm, and watched as his hips stuttered to a stop and he came into his hand. A second later she followed, the world going white at the edges with the intensity, a peak she felt like she’d never reached before.

When her head stopped spinning, she closed her legs gingerly, pulled her skirt back down, and looked over at Asra. Part of her expected him to look different, but he didn’t — the same grin on his face, the same dimples in his cheeks. He cleaned his hand with a clever spell he’d taught her once, then met her eyes and laughed, the laugh that seemed to come from the very base of his chest. “Pffffhahaha!”

“What?” Ophelia asked, smiling so hard her face hurt, the same way she did every time he laughed like that.

“When I thought about you,” he said, and he flushed a little bit at the admission, “I always imagined kissing you first.”

She felt herself blush too. “That would make more sense, I think.”

“I’m not worried about making sense.” Asra shook his head. “I’m worried about finding you, one way or another. I’m not really picky about how I get there.” He took a few steps towards her, then held back for a moment. “Can I kiss you now?”

Now it was Ophelia’s turn to laugh, partly at the absurdity of the situation and partly because she couldn’t contain it, happiness flooding in beyond even the usual endorphins. “Yes,” she replied, emphatic, and as their lips finally met she knew she would say it over and over and over again.

#asra #asra alnazar #asra the magician #asra x apprentice #asra x mc #the arcana #the arcana fic #the arcana apprentice #my apprentice #my writing #spicy content

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whorphydice · 4 years

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I literally don’t know what to call this, other than Seph likes to tease Orphydice

“So, girl, were you gonna tell me about that next baby of yours, or were you really gonna make me wait to fun out until I came back up top next year to find you with another baby?” Persephone teases, swirling the glass in her hand as she locks eyes with the young girl tending the bar, a slight smirk coming to her face. “And don’t try to lie to me. I can tell.”

“What are you- what do you mean you can tell.” Eurydice’s eyes are blown wide as she drops the rag she was wiping the counter with, leaning in close to whisper in hushed voices. She hadn’t thought it was obvious yet, that loose dresses had done enough to conceal a secret they weren’t quite ready to share. “Did Orpheus say something?”

“Did Orpheus say what?” His soft voice calls, as his arm appears around her with a snack sized bowl of bar pretzels, placing it beside her before kissing her cheek. His hand rests on her side, thumb drumming right on the curve of her hip.

“How are you, Lady Persephone?” He asks, reaching out and grabbing the bottle of wine and topping off her drink, nearly dropping it when the next words rolled from her tongue.

“I’d be better if you weren’t tryin’ hide that baby from me.” She picks up the glass and glances back towards the little area of the bar where Ophelia and Winter toddled about, playing with some flowers Demeter sent with Winter. “I’ve got one, I know, you ain’t hidin nothing.”

“Seph.. we’re just- i’m scared something could happen to it, okay?” Eurydice explains, resting her arms ontop of the one Orpheus has wrapped around her waist. “We don’t want to tell anyone, especially Ophelia, and then something happens to it.”

Persephone pauses to catch Winter as she runs by, picking up the newly one year old and holding her on her leg. “I understand, but your little secret is safe with me.”

She watches as Ophelia ducks behind the bar to her parents, little arms going up immediately to them both. “Up, mama?”

Orpheus responds instead, pulling his two year old right to his hip, kissing her forehead as she reaches her hand down and steals a handful of pretzels for herself.

“Besides. Everyone knew you two were working on making another.” Persephone tells them, resting her head on top of the curls covering her daughter’s head. “You two aren’t very good at hiding your...affection.”

Orpheus gasps as Eurydice snaps her head up, catching the eyes of the smirking goddess.

“What are you talking about…” Orpheus stammers, trying to distract Ophelia as she shoved handfuls of pretzels into her mouth.

“We weren’t-“

“You gave me Ophelia at Winter’s party and disappeared into my mama’s field. You ain’t the only two who ever dissappeared into that field. I know what you did.” Persephone shook her head, taking another quick drink. “We’ll be excited to meet her this spring when we come home.”

Spring

“Well, tell me all about that baby of yours!” Persephone throws her arm around Orpheus’ shoulder as they leave the train station, nearly two year old Winter toddling about infront of them. “Boy? Girl? How’s Ophelia holding up, now that she’s sharing you two.”

“No baby yet…” Orpheus admits, with a heavy sigh and the shake of his head. “I feel so bad for her, she can’t get off the bed, she won’t stop working even though I can see she doesn’t feel well.. i’m so worried about her..”

“What do you mean there's no baby yet, that was-“ Persephone pauses, counting back in her head, “nine months. Winter’s birthday was nine months ago! It can’t stay in much longer.”

“I’m scared for her.” He admits, slinging her suitcase over his shoulder. “What if something happens to her, I can’t… i can’t lose her again.”

“Don’t you worry about that. If anyone can do this again it’s her. Don’t forget how she had Ophelia. She’ll have you this time, she will be okay.” Persephone assures, touching his cheek gently. “I promise.” Her attention is drawn away by the sound of Winter’s high pitched squeals. “Winter you better not tear that dress-“

That night, the first night of spring brought forth the usual party between the bar and Demeter’s newly planted fields.

The people welcomed Persephone with open arms, all ready to meet and be greeted by the goddess on the first day of her season. Her daughter ran about with Ophelia, the two of them squealing with the delight of being reunited for their third season together. The atmosphere was light and joyous, warm wined veins bringing even the oldest of the group

To smiles.

Save for, of course, one mortal girl.

Persephone found her working behind the bar as usual, though she worked at a glacial pace in comparison to the hummingbird speed at which she usually poured drinks. She does not interrupt as Orpheus whispers to the girl, his hand on her lower back as she furiously shakes her head at whatever whispered suggestion he gave. He kisses her cheek before grabbing his instrument and heading towards the little performance space.

Persephone sees the way Eurydice sighs, leaning over the makeshift bar and resting her elbows on it. She approaches the girl,

Sliding into the barstool directly infront of her.

“Well don’t you just look ready to burst.” Persephone taunts, leaning forward to look at Eurydice fully. She watches the way she rocks on her toes, swaying her hips just slightly as she stood. “And why on Earth are you still working on your feet like this. Actually.. I’ve never seen you pregnant before have I?”

“I know, thanks for pointing it out.” Eurydice snaps, straightening her arms but not standing fully. “I worked on a factory floor until probably three hours before I has Ophelia, a bar is nothin’. It’s money. It’s work. It’s..money.” She whimpers a little as she stands, before going back to slowly pouring drinks. “I wasn’t this big with Ophelia. And I had her before you came back. But no..I just..I wasn’t healthy enough with Ophelia.”

“You think Hermes would ever let you two struggle, you’re the hardest worker he’s ever had, I don’t think he’ll be too pleased if you have that kid on his bar floor.” Persephone points out, reaching out to grab Eurydice’s hand. “You need to sit down at least.”

“I’ll work until I can’t, I can’t ask for handouts and We need as much as we can.” Eurydice explains, lifting her head to look at Persephone, with fear sketched in her eyes. “We to be able to provide for our children, they rely on us, and I can’t let them be left needing things.”

“Eurydice. You are the last person in the world that I worry about being able to provide for your children. You have proven to everyone the lengths that you two are willing to go for each other.” Persephone assured, squeezing her hand.

Eurydice gives a weak smile, leaning again on the bar as she watches Orpheus settling in to Perform, Ophelia sitting on his lap with a wide smile on her face.

“They’ll have everything they need. You and Orpheus and plenty of love. Now sit down, you’re making everyone nervous.”

#orphydice #orpheus and eruydice #orphydice fanfic #hadestown fanfiction #hadestown au #ophelia au #Seph is just a lil shit idk what to tell you #I wrote this for Anna #Hi anna

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hamletandthegang · 4 years

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A Date

“You are being entirely unreasonable,” Guildenstern huffed, grabbing for the bag in Rosencrantz’s hand. “There is no way we need that many chocolate chips.”

Rosencrantz snickered, dangling it out of his reach. Guildenstern was much shorter than him, and Rosencrantz kept the bag away as he snatched at it. “Of course we need that many! I think I’m the authority on this subject, anyway. I’m a cafe owner, dammit.”

“A cafe manager,” Guildenstern corrected snippily. “You’re not even full-time. Anna, back me up on this.”

Annalise giggled from the other side of the kitchen. It was a Saturday morning, and the three of them were engaged in a cookie-baking session, wanting to finish up before Rosencrantz’ cafe shift and Guildenstern mid-day classes. Annalise was mixing the wet ingredients, though her apron was somehow still coated in flour. “I think I’m with Ros on this one. You measure the amount of chocolate chips with her heart. The more, the better.”

Rosencrantz grinned. Guildenstern stuck his tongue out at him. “Unbelievable. You’re using the whole bag! I am not going on another grocery run.”

“You guys are making an awful lot of noise,” Marc commented from the couch, where he was trying (and failing) to focus on the book he was reading. There was a ghost of a smile on his face, though.

“See? You even upset Marc with all your whining. Time to give it up before you wake Horatio up from his nap.” Rosencrantz whistled as he dumped the entirety of the bag of chocolate chips into the mixing bowl. Guildenstern shook his head and chuckled.

Ophelia watched all of this while perched on a barstool. She smiled to herself. Being back in England had given them all a chance to feel like regular college kids again, and it was slowly doing wonders for the group’s collective mental health. They could almost forget the disasters waiting for them back in Denmark.

Hamlet walked up behind her and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. She flinched, startled. “Oh, hey.” Ophelia leaned back against his shoulder. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I know. I’m quite the ninja.”

She rolled her eyes. “Where have you been?”

“Out.” He shrugged cryptically. “Do you want to come take a walk with me?”

Ophelia frowned and studied his expression. He had his scheming face on, which always either meant something good or something very bad, but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Sure?”

He took her hand and guided her out the apartment, leaving behind the trio’s chocolate-fueled squabbling. They left the building and headed down the sidewalk, past busy streets and into a quiet little neighborhood. “Where are we going?” Ophelia asked, though she had a suspicion.

“You’ll see,” he replied, which basically confirmed it.

Hamlet led her off the sidewalk down a little path which eventually reached a sign, with the name of a park on it. Ophelia laughed when she saw it, and playfully punched him in the arm. “I knew it! You are so bad at being sneaky.”

“Hey, I tried,” he said defensively, rubbing his arm with a smile. “Come on.”

They entered the park, which happened to be the same park they had spent their first date in, and many dates after. It was a picturesque little place with hiking trails and scattered benches and a field overgrown with wildflowers. This is where Hamlet took her, where he gestured to a checkered picnic blanket spread out on the grass. There was a basket full of food and chocolate, and there were even candles sitting on it.

“Oh my gosh,” Ophelia said, giggling. “This is what you’ve been doing all morning?”

“Yep.”

She kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair. “Don’t let anyone say you aren’t a romantic.”

“I do have a reputation, you know,” he said with a wry smile.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Edgy. My lips are sealed.”

They sat down across from each other on the blanket and Hamlet distributed their lunch on paper plates. They munched and admired the scenery and had conversation that maybe wasn’t meaningful or life-changing, but it let them breathe and laugh and be themselves. They were together and they were having a good time, and nothing else particularly mattered. It was good for both of them, who hadn’t allowed themselves to have fun in a while.

For about an hour on a Saturday afternoon, the weight of the world wasn’t on their shoulders, and they basked in the lovely glow of the speckled sunshine stenciled through the trees.

When they were finished and had packed everything into the basket (that had been an ordeal in and of itself,) they settled onto a nearby park bench and stared up at the clouds. “They look like cotton balls,” Ophelia said. “Let me take a picture.” She fished her phone out of her back pocket and held it up to the sky.

“Oh, wait just a sec. I brought your camera with me.” Hamlet opened the picnic basket and rummaged around for a minute before retrieving her nice camera she used for film class.

“You did?” Ophelia’s lips parted. She didn’t know why she was surprised. Hamlet knew her better than almost anyone else did; of course he knew she’d want to take pictures in the park. But in that moment somewhere between he knew me well enough to do that and he cared enough to do that she was hit with the absolute certainty that she loved every sarcastic and paranoid piece of him. She knew that already, of course. But the thought chose that precise second to cement itself in her head.

Maybe the world wasn’t all bad. Maybe the good parts were still there and she’d had them all along.

She took her pictures and a selfie of the two of them for good measure, and then Hamlet slumped over against her shoulder. “You okay?” she asked, stroking the back of his neck.

“Yeah. Just...really goddamn tired, I guess.” He laughed softly. “I feel like I’ve lived through enough in the last months to last forever.”

She rested her head on top of his. “Maybe nothing bad will happen to us ever again.”

“You think?”

“I hope. And that seems like almost the same thing nowadays.”

“Mmm.” Hamlet breathed deeply. It took Ophelia a minute to realize that he had actually managed to fall asleep, right there.

She didn’t wake him. His dark hair was drooped over her soft blouse, and she raised a hand to stroke his messy head.

#hamlet&co fics #hamlet #hamlet modern au #ophelia #fics #rosencrantz #guildenstern #oc annalise #marc #just some fluff #if you notice the drop in quality its because molly wrote this one instead of harmony #hatg1

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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Ophelia - pt. 5

A/N: Well. I didn’t want to make this a sirius x reaader but I just felt it’s the right thing because just...cute. I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m going with the flow.

It changed. It changed the way you looked at him, it changed how you acted since then, changed everything surrounding you,... it changed you.

It was the anger inside of you that you couldn’t shake off. It was not disappearing. It was evolving into something worse; Acrimony.

You swung the bottle in your hand and took a swig of the firewhiskey. The music on your roommate’s gramophone was blasting through the whole room and you felt your body slowly go numb.

It wasn’t him that made you so stupid. It was just every nerve trying to deal with anger, disappointment and betrayal. It was James who made you always restrict yourself with such things as drinking, doing drugs, smoking, being trouble... it was he who did those things, you were the one who had to be the savior. So what was it? Drinking with a few friends after complaining about a boy? - Healing.

They were already fast asleep but there was a part of you that was awake and restless. After there was no liquid left in the bottle, your eyes fell on the framed photo of you and your “best friend”.

And there it was. That one trigger that made you snap.

So you grabbed the bag from the trashcan and you threw the photo inside. The frame broke but it felt the sound of shattering glass was the sound of your heart crumbling. Tears already fell from the corners of your eyes but you didn’t want to stop. So you opened the drawer where you kept a beautiful wooden box. Inside of it were photos and photos of you and Marauders since the First year...unfortunately photos with James went further back. But he gave you that box so why shoud you still keep it? He clearly replaced you with Lily. He will clearly give the same box to her. Why should you have the same replica of it...a reminder of what he has done to you. The shirts and sweaters of him... they were all in your warderobe and you didn’t know how many you had them until you decided to throw them away. There was a sweater or two that weren’t his though. One was from Sirius and the other one was from Remus. You decided to keep those and return them to their owners.

And with a blink of a second, you were suddenly on the Quidditch field. There was a memory loss from how you even got there but you just knew that all you needed was to see those memories turn into ash. There was even another half full bottle in your hand that you didn’t know how you got but you took a swig anyway.

“Incendio!” you cast at the memories and it they became a bonfire.

And there it was. Burning.

“I hope my sweater isn’t in there.” you heard a voice that you knew excatly to who it belonged. Your red eyes looked at him, your expression staying just as the same as before.

“Leave, Sirius.” you took another swig.

“You’re drunk.” he took a step forward.

“Oh, well thank you for clarifying that. I clearly had no idea.” you retorded sarcastically.

“Just give me the bottle, (y/n).”

“(y/n)?” you let out a scoff. ”What happened my sweet nickname you love to torture me?” you felt your voice go a bit raspy. You couldn’t figure it out was it because of the alcohol or because you were so tired of holding so much emotions inside.

“You’re already torturing yourself.” he sighed and took the bottle from your hand.

“Better me than him.” you backed away, walking around the flaming bonfire. “You know what it has been like for me? All these years that I spent with him! Caring for him! Loving him! Protecting him! Making sure he was alright! Paying for his mistakes!” you started to shout, lifting your arms and slamming them against your body. “ All I did for him! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING I EVER DID FOR HIM!!! I DID IT BECAUSE I LOVED HIM! CARED FOR HIM MORE THAN I SHOULD!! “

“(Y/n). Calm down.”

“I can’t! I’m tired of feeling so much! It feels like my body will expload from all the feelings! I just can’t handle it anymore!” you fell backwards on the ground, sitting on the grass andrunning your hands through your hair. “He promised.” you started crying all of a sudden and felt someone sit behind you. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you to him. “He promised those things to me and now...”

“I know.” he kissed your head and kept your head on his chest.

“But this is not the solution. Alcohol, drugs...That’s not you.” he kept you tight in his hold. “He didn’t mean to hurt you, Betty. He’s just as confused as you are.”

“Clearly he has everything planned out for him. Picked a new best friend, already planning where they will live, what wedding they will have...”

“He doesn’t know how to move on from you. He thinks he can replace you but he can’t. He knows that but he just-” he stopped as he heard a small snore escape your lips. “Betty?” he looked down at you. You were holding onto his arm, fast asleep and pulling in gentle snores. “Should have seen this one coming.” he chuckled and laid on his back. “Guess we’ll sleep under the stars tonight.”

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Sirius woke up first. The sun shone on both of you and the fire from the memory bonfire was already extinguished. You were still fast asleep on his chest. Your arm was wrapped around him while your head was nuzzled close to him. He felt his heart go warm for a moment and as if you knew, you woke up as well.

“Morning.” he grinned.

“I’m not feeling well.” was the first thing that came out.

“Yeah. That’s what happens when you drink as much as you do.” he laughed but you only felt your head bang. “Luckily for you I know a charm to postpone this.” he pulled out his wand and mumbled something under his breath.

A movement of his wand and suddenly everything was much clearer and lighter. “Oh wow.” you sat up. “I feel so much better. How do you even-”

“I had many exams after a night of drinking.” he grinned and leaned on his elbows. “It won’t hold long. Around an hour or so. Sometimes more, sometimes less.”

“Fantastic. Can’t wait.” you grumbled and laid back on the grass, facing the sky. “I hope I wasn’t too much of a burdain last night.”

“You, Betty?” he faked a shocking moment. “Never.” he let out a laugh and laid right beside you. “You weren’t. I know what’s like not having anybody to be there when you’re just breaking.”

You turned your head to him. His head was faced towards the sky, his blue eyes completely estranged from reality. And like a reflex, you reached for his hand and interwined your fingers with his. He looked down at your hands, later at you.

It was conflicting for him to hold back. You were still James’ but he couldn’t help but smile at the sweet colour of your lovely eyes.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” you pulled yourself on his chest and wrapped your other hand around him.

“You didn’t know.” he pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you for being there for me. Every time.”

“It’s not every day you see a my sweet Betty drunk.” he joked and you laughed.

“How did you find me anyways?” you asked, putting your chin on his chest so you could look at his eyes.

“Well, you weren’t really quiet with dragging that trashcan through the portrait hole.” he chuckled and you felt your cheeks flush from embarassment.

“Oh God.” you burried your head in his chest. “I’m never drinking again.” you mumbled into his shirt and he left out another laugh.

“You say that but you’ll really mean it later when you’ll be throwing in the toilet.”

“Will you be there to hold my hair?” you joked but he only smiled sweetly at you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“That shouldn’t even be a discussion. Of course I will.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders imagines #marauders x reader #marauders era

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Star Girl

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Masterlist

Requested by Anon: Kissing prompt 4 for carol x f-reader please!!

4: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

A/N: I had an idea for this while listening to the song ‘Lay it on the Line’ by WUSA and I got a request for Carol so I combined all of it

“Carol, I swear to god what are you doing here at midnight?” You asked, exasperated when you opened your door to find the blonde looking eagerly at you.

She wore a simple navy blue tank top and black sweatpants. You were just about to sleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. You wore an old crew neck sweatshirt and light grey sweatpants.

“I heard about the mission and I had an idea, come on,” Carol answered, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of your room but you resisted.

The mission you’d just gotten back from had been hell, everything that could go wrong went wrong. People got hurt, the person responsible got away, everyone else blamed the Avengers for the damage.

“Where are we going?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Trust me.” She winked at you, turning around just in time to notice the blush on your face at the simple action.

You grumbled but let her drag you wherever she was taking you. Eventually, both of you approached one of SHIELD pick-up trucks Carol had claimed for herself. In the back, there was a large box, you were about to ask her about it when Carol led you towards the passenger seat.

She switched on your favorite music and started driving away from the city.

“Where are we going?” You asked again, starting to smile because of the music.

“To see you smile,” She turned around and smirked at you. You raised an eyebrow which caused her to laugh.

“We are going stargazing.” She grinned, you sighed and leaned back in the seat with a soft smile on your face.

Somehow, Carol remembered how much you had liked stargazing as a kid. You remembered one of your conversations during an undercover mission, both of you had talked about things you did as kids. You were surprised when you found out both of you had similar tastes.

“I knew you had a smile in you somewhere,” Carol muttered, you slapped her arm lightly and continued listening to the music.

Carol drove until the car reached somewhere without any light pollution, she pulled over. The blonde told you to stay in the car, you heard her preparing some things in the back of the pickup truck over the music. You shrugged and let the music play and leaned back in the seat.

The window at the back of the truck opened, it was a special feature Carol installed in the truck, you didn’t know why till now.

“Leave the music on, just come to the back,” Carol instructed.

You hopped out of the passenger seat, stretching for a bit before looking around. Both of you were in the middle of a field, the sky was full of stars. You walked towards the back of the truck, string lights were dangling over the roof, pillows covered the floor and the back. There were blankets over the pillows as well as snack foods like chocolate and chips everywhere.

“Like it?” Carol asked timidly.

You grinned at her and launched yourself at her, Carol laughed and wrapped her arms around you in return. She rubbed your back gently before letting you go.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Carol commented, you laughed.

You eagerly climbed into the back of the pickup truck, snuggling into the pillows and the blankets and picking up a Hershey’s bar. Carol joined you, she lay down next to you, keeping her distance to make sure you were comfortable. It wasn’t too cold right now, but you still pulled the blankets closer to you as you looked at the stars.

“Know any constellations, Danvers?” You asked, gesturing to the stars.

Carol shrugged and moved closer to you, lying down on the pillows so her head was next to yours. She started pointing out the constellations she could see, explaining the meaning behind them as she did so. You were fascinated by the lights in the sky, Carol’s voice brought the stories behind the stars to life.

You turned to face her, watching her lips move, admiring her soft features in the moonlight. Carol didn’t notice you staring at her for a long time, instead, she continued explaining constellations. She turned to face you when she noticed you’d stopped comments.

Neither of you noticed how close your faces were till now, Carol’s lips accidentally brushed yours when she turned around. You backed off in surprise, a blush lighting up your and Carol’s face. Neither of you pulled away too far.

You glanced down at her lips, tempted to touch them when you noticed Carol staring at your lips. You leaned in slowly, closing your eyes. Carol met you halfway, eyes fluttering shut when her lips met yours. You felt Carol breathe softly into the kiss, your hands found their way into her hair, running her fingers through the soft strands. Carol’s hand settled on your waist, gently tugging you closer to her. Her lips tasted like chocolate, you couldn’t get enough of it.

You broke the kiss to breathe, Carol breathed heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Carol gently touched her forehead against yours, pulling you closer to her by your waist. She ran her fingers from your waist up to your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She stroked the side of your cheek gently, pulling away to look in your eyes. Your breath hitched when you met her hazel gaze, her eyes were filled with so much adoration and lust, you could barely keep yourself from getting lost in them.

“Wow,” She muttered, you giggled softly.

“Wow?” You asked, Carol, smiled, and ran the back of her fingers along your cheek.

“You’re beautiful.” She whispered you blushed at the compliment.

“You're gorgeous, star girl.” You murmured. This time it was Carol’s turn to blush, she laughed and slowly turned to face the sky, noticing a shooting star cross it.

“Star girl?” She asked you nodded.

“Made sense at the time, if you don’t like it I won’t say it.” You shrugged, nervous you’d made Carol uncomfortable.

“No, I love it.” She assured, reaching out and gently taking your hand.

A comfortable silence settled over both of you as Carol played with your fingers while stargazing. You scooted closer to her, treasuring her body heat as the temperature around you dropped.

“I guess stargazing was a good idea,” Carol commented when she noticed you cuddling into her.

She threw her arm over the back of your shoulders, pulling you closer to her so your head was cushioned on top of her shoulder and your arms draped lazily around her waist.

“I guess it was, Stargirl.” You whispered into her ear, treasuring in the way she shivered and pulled you closer.

The blonde kissed your hair as a comfortable silence settled over both of you. Both of you eventually fell asleep in the back of the pickup truck, the stars above you and each other’s presence comforting to both of you.

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The Most Expected Thing

Part of a shortfic challenge list posted by ao3commentoftheday, the third of five fics.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV/Final Fantasy Online Characters: F!Viera!Warrior of Light, Lyse Hext, Thancred Waters, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Y’shtola Rhul, Warriors of Light (F!Hyur!Warrior of Light, M!Elezen!Warrior of Light, F!Elezen!Warrior of Light, M!Miqo’te!Warrior of Light), Aymeric de Borel (mentioned) Tags: @nimnox

Summary: On the eve of Ala Mhigo’s long-awaited freedom, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and the Crystal Keepers enjoy a well-deserved respite from the battles they endured.

Rhalgr’s Reach was, surprisingly, mostly quiet for the first night of the freed Ala Mhigo. Most of the Resistance was in the Lochs, either celebrating the night away in the newly christened capital of Ala Mhigo or searching for any Garlean stragglers.

But, in the leader’s tent, all was not so quiet.

Lily looked around the brightly colored tent, smiling softly as the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and the Crystal Keepers were happily in conversation about the trials and tribulations they had gone through, what good memories they could share about the war for Ala Mhigan and Doman independence. Those that weren’t so inclined to speak kept themselves busy by other means, such as the elezen bard Virberos Autumnstar, who was playing softly on a harp. As of the moment, Ophelia held the metaphorical stage, telling the Scions and the Keepers about her adventures in the Azim Steppe, mostly with finding out about her Au Ra heritage and how she promptly got into a martial match with an Au Ra named Magnai about the whole thing.

“He said that, if I wasn’t a half-breed, he could’ve entertained the possibility of me being his soulmate. I said ‘Maybe you should stop proposing to every woman who kicks your ass!’ You should’ve seen the look on his face!” Ophelia punched her hand. “And for that, he charged himself right into a jug of water!”

“I’m surprised you weren’t kicked out for that.” Alphinaud said, eyes wide.

“Eh, this was after I proved myself strong enough to be ‘a warrior of the Steppe’, nevermind the fact that I only went through that trial just to get more information about my dad and uncle’s heritage.” Ophelia shrugged. “But I figured out some stuff about myself along the way.” She lifted up her sleeve, revealing pitch-black scales, similar to the Au Ra. “Apparently, my dad and uncle’s ancestors came from the same tribe Magnai leads today; the Oronir. Not that I’m yearning for a run for his position...but I’m not going to say no to kicking his ass again. That was fun!”

“Reckless as usual…” Y’shtola sighed.

“But I looked cool!” Ophelia pointed out. “You’re starting to sound like Master Matoya.” That comment came with an even heavier sigh.

“Now now, let’s not tease the only one who can heal you in the field of combat.” Came the gentle chiding of the Miqo’te samurai, Khona’to Akhabila. One of the oldest in terms of age, his aged amber eyes peered at the young red mage with amusement. “I am verrry certain that Lady Y'shtola would leave you without healing for that.”

“Aw, come oon.” Ophelia pouted. “You’re starting to sound like my dad.”

“That’s because he is.” Thancred cheekily pointed out. “A father, I mean.” He turned to Khona’to. “You went out adventuring well after your own kids were grown.”

“Yes. I believe the Hyurs called it wanderrrlust.” Khona’to smiled. “Whatever you wish to call it, it led me here. And I could not be happier to share this victorrry with all of you.”

“You’re going to make me blush!” Lyse giggled. Lily glanced over to her, noticing the pugilist's face was already flushed from the alcohol. It seemed that making her blush was already done. Lyse glanced over to the mage before her blue eyes glanced down to her hands. “I was wondering something, actually. You got a new ring on and I’ve never seen it before. Some sort of good luck charm?” She asked. Lily glanced at the ring, the signet ring of House de Borel, before smiling.

“Something to that effect.” She turned to the Scions and the Keepers, fully aware that their attention was on her. “I’m pleased to announce that I’m engaged to Ser Aymeric.” A quiet fell in the room for a moment before Lily noticed their faces weren’t exactly as surprised as she expected.

“Finally.” Thancred broke the silence with an exasperated (but still playful) sigh. Lily whipped her gaze to him.

“What do you mean finally!?” Lily demanded, earning laughter from the others. “I thought it’d be more...surprising, you know! Not every woman gets to claim they’re engaged to a leader of a city state-”

“That’s true, unless you’re Ser Aymeric. Do you remember what I told you, before the grand melee?” Thancred asked.

“That one would think a politician more practiced at concealing his emotion?” She paused. “No, a bit before that-”

“That it was love.” Thancred finished her sentence. Lily frowned at him.

“Ok, now you’re just cheating.” The rogue held up his hands.

“Well.” A new voice spoke up. Lily glanced over, watching as the elezen dancer Syldove Wavesinger stepped forth. “Regardless of how obvious the blooming romance was, a new engagement is something to be celebrated.” She settled down on the floor, pushing back her striking red hair. “A word of advice, Lily: Cherish every moment you have with him. It’ll be those memories that’ll keep you moving even in the darkest hour.”

“...mildly cryptic, as usual.” Alphinaud commented. Syldove shrugged.

“I’m saying this from experience, Alphie. All of us are deeply entwined with the fate of Eorzea and the star we all live on.” Syldove pointed out. “There’s work to do beyond freeing Ala Mhigo and Doma. Who knows where it’ll take us?”

“Hopefully to a place where you can stop being cryptic.” Virberos spoke up. “We should enjoy the night while we can, not worry over future trials and toils.” Syldove scowled at him before sighing.

“Undone by a bard, woe is me.” With that, merriment began to fill the air once more. Lily chuckled and leaned back against a plush pillow, her gaze settling on the signet ring as Syldove recounted her experiences in Doma.

#Final Fantasy XIV #warriors of light #lyse hext #thancred waters #y'shtola rhul #alphinaud leveilleur

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