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[1v6]

On One Lordeth And An Other Serveth [G/T]

[Word count 1058]

Title, but the lord is not lording and the servant is not serving. Same characters as Eggs from Another Basket, but one of them gets doxxed (name reveal 🗣️). Also it's a first encounter because I am big fan. of first encounters.

CW because it's fearplay: mentions of death (no one dies)? I'm really bad at content warnings. Tell me if you think there's others I failed to notice pls.

Some kind of additional explanations (language related) at the end for reasons I will specify later.

“A piece of advice: Do not anger him. Your job is to serve.”

He walked along, the end of the corridor becoming clearer with each step towards what he guessed was certain doom, the way the escorting guards looked at him, eyes filled with pity.

He nodded.

Before he knew it, the doors were in front of him.

Now that they were so close, his next step felt heavy, and the air was suffocating. He could not enter. He could not go in. He would meet a fate worse than death if he did.

He was pushed through the set of doors.

Behind him, the doors slammed shut. A small “click!” followed, sealing his fate, and possibly spelling his doom. Only then he realised what he signed himself up for. 

Too late, however.

“Wait! No!” he turned towards the closed doors, pounding them with his fists. “LET ME OUT! PLEASE!”

The doors, famously renowned for their inanimate nature, did not pity his situation, and thus he remained a prisoner in an infinitely large room.

He was helpless.

And he would be even more helpless.

He sat at the door, abandoned by hope. Fear, in turn, came to greet him when he saw a figure in the distance.

Mountains do not move, yet there was one walking before his own two eyes.

“It’s okay.” He approached closer, prompting the other to back away, and move towards a corner. “I won’t do anything to you.” 

He must be lying. He did not trust his words one bit.

When his back made contact with the doors, he pressed himself harder against the polished wood, praying that he could dissolve into it. Unable to see the irony that the god he was praying to is right in front of him, standing so tall he could reach the skies even if he put no effort into it.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he did not feel hot.

Tears flowed from his eyes, but he was not sad.

He could only look down, his limbs trembling. He wanted to be sick. He wished he could fall unconscious, anything, anything to avoid acknowledging the fact that this is real. He had the power to do anything he wanted to him. It would be a mercy to be unconscious and not know what would happen to him, than to be awake and experience horrors not even the most creative writer could conceive.

The only thing within his control was to not look up and accept this nightmarish reality.

Do not look up.

Do not look up.

Do NOT look up.

“They sent you here, I suppose?”

He should reply, but his body would not listen.

“You… do speak, right?” This time, it was said more slowly, with a hint of caution. Was he warning him to obey or suffer the consequences?

“Do not anger him. Your job is to serve,” was the only advice he had been given prior to this. What would happen if he was angered? Was he willing to find out?

Terror struck him the way lightning would strike a tree. What would he do to him? He would definitely not want to know.

“Y-yes! I was s-sent here.” He choked back a sob.

“Oh, good.” He replied casually, “I thought you could not speak.”

He watched as the newcomer cowered by the tiny doors, sobbing quietly, as if afraid of his wrath if they cried just a bit louder. With every new introduction, he felt less of a human and more like a monster. The way all of them feared for their lives if they even dared to look at him… 

It hurt him to do this, over and over again. To them, he is an unapproachable, intimidating god. But he is as human as they are, and so he had to keep trying. To find someone, anyone that could look beyond his size, his height. Someone who will think of him as human.

Putting some distance between them, he cautiously sat down on the ground, pretending to look around his room instead. That way, hopefully, he would feel more at ease.

He turned back to face the man after a while, and caught movement of him hastily whipping his head down at the floor.

“So… what’s your name?” He tried again.

The tiny body trembled violently again. “Please… Please, h-have mercy…”

“I’m not going to kill you.” He would have been dead long ago if killing him was the goal. They both probably knew it was a lame reassurance. Words mean nothing most of the time, but hopefully it meant something here.

“What’s your name?”

“My, my name is Ying’an, sir.” The person below him stiffened. “Ying’an, my Lord!” More tears landed on the ground, barely visible to him.

Ying’an still refused to look at him, though he seemed to have calmed down.

He gave a slight smile anyway, one that could not reach his eyes. “A pleasure to meet you then, Ying’an.” His smile widened more when Ying’an finally raised his head. “Sir,” he added mischievously.*

One word undid all progress made.

Ying’an collapsed to his knees, kowtowing to him, sobbing and trembling and pathetic. “I-I apologise, my Lord!” Ying’an cried, yet he could not console him, aware the opposite effect would surely occur instead. “Please forgive my disrespect, I did not intend to offend! Please…”

What did he do wrong? All he did was try to lighten the mood, but instead it… went back to the start.

“Hey, hey,” he started, unsure whether it would make him cry more. He was quieter now, but whether Ying'an was deliberately holding in his sobbing or he really had calmed down, he could not know for sure.

Regardless, he had to continue trying, to clear up this monstrous impression of himself. “I was just joking, you don’t need to be so formal around me.”

“Y-Yes, my Lord.”

“You don’t need to address me as such either. Although I might in all senses of the word ‘lord over’** you, it isn’t compulsory to point it out, you know.”

He just wanted a friend.

But no one would make friends with a “god”, would they?

“Relax. Address me as though I were a friend. Can you do this for me?”

“Yes, my L��” Ying’an interrupted himself before he could finish. “Okay.”

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Additional information! This work was partially written in Chinese (dialogue only), and then elaborated further in English. This has unfortunately caused a some issues where some jokes are. well. lost in translation.

"You can call me... Ying'an, my Lord." "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Ying'an."

*大人 can mean multiple things, such as the word for "adult". In this context it's a formal show of respect, similar to "your grace" or "my lord". It's usually placed after the name. Here it is separated by a space acting as a comma, but the next line omits the space between so it became Ying'an's title, as if he is the one who should be respected.

"Yes, my Lord." "(You) also don't need to address me as such. I may be tall, but you don't have to point it out either."

**However, it's also made up of two characters: 大, big, and 人, man/person. In this case, it's just a pun of "my lord" literally being "big person", or y'know, a giant lol.

[cha3x]

bored web browsing taught me that in order to be part of the top 1% of earners on onlyfans, you'd need to make a monthly... $6k. and käärijä made $40k in december.

our bisnesman casually slid into the business with a cheap christmas tree and a dream & immediately became one of its highest paid creators 🩷

[yukialian0418]

TEBKTH 锦小路斗织

尝试画了中式婚礼的婚服（我记得是叫秀禾服来着）

当然是新娘的服装。（在理直气壮什么）

[deus-ex-mona]

thrilled with the unexpected return of cheongsam mona tbh~~~

[chentailai]

I bought the physical book 《 This Land Is Our Land》，I bought it in early October, and they told me it wouldn't ship until late November, and then I had to wait for it to cross the Pacific Ocean.

At least I don't have to pay the freight

I looked at some pictures first, and some points made me especially like and excited. First of all, khaji, lots and lots of khaji da. I love khaji da. Secondly, I especially like that when khaji tricks Jaime with his poor deception skills, he will use some not affect the whole actions to convey the meaning of " you are under my control" to Jaime(For example, let him fall and panic in the air. " No, I'm not. I like peace.") Since he's not a good liar, it makes him a little silly and cute. I mean, you can't bomb something in front of Jaime at any time and tell him you're pacifists.

Perhaps the reach needs to consider an upgrade in mind control and deception?How about just eating the brains of unlucky person, if they have them?Come on, alien bug, stop being a child abductor

twice add:I just read all the comics on the Internet and quickly browsed the plot, but my English is very poor. I can only understand a general idea. Well, this story is quite different from what I thought. I can understand some of the scrawls because the comic book is too short to play. It mainly talks about those problems. I'll translate it again when the book arrives

[xiaozhimasx]

[ame-to-ame]

I'm scared but it'll pass. It'll pass.

Until then, just let me be blindly good to you without knowing why. I don't know, I don't want to know, I don't think I need to know. But it makes me feel safe and feel at ease. It allows me to be myself for a small moment. So you point the direction, and I'll try, can we?

I don't like believing in fate and I don't like placing my life in the hands of other people. I know what I want in my life and I know I want you to stay in it as someone I can care about. So just. Let me work towards a life where I have the choice and you have the option. And until then. I won't ask unless you ask.

[marilearnsmandarin]

[extraordinarilyextreme]

post-canon canon-compliant continues...

[swdgf]

《我的一个朋友》 by 孔恰

[4o4notf0und]

我mur一下mota

[chris-but-alt]

[literalchuhsien]

助人者

那些幫助別人的人，不是因為他們不看重自己、把自己的需求擺在後位，所以勉強幫助別人；

而正是因為他們看重自己，也把他人視為平等的存在、就像一個需要幫助的「自己」，所以懷著無比的愛，伸出援手。

[phillip-karfere]

在聯機關卡裏跳舞x 很有趣的是匹配到的但丁沒有直接跳下去而是也在那裏玩（大概??）

等了半天也沒等到尼祿 那我只好先走了x

[plantyaoi]

​我最喜欢的索尼克是当他像天使一样…熬夜的明月光…

[bruce8172bruce]