#Drop the Sword (ooc)

[reginrokkr]

Tfw you've been waiting for your muse to have something new long enough that you get overly excited when he gets (1) fighting animation incoming for the next patch—

[skyfcx]

nah hold on im taking a break from responding to that meme to go and send some out myself, yall aint gonna get me in the stunlock and keep me from knocking some folks upside the head with kindness.

[baeshijima]

— spoils of war

as heir to the throne, you were more than prepared to face the consequences of losing a war. your duty will forever remain for as long as you breathe, and if that meant bearing the weight of countless sacrificed souls and carrying it with you for the rest of your life, or even being forced to watch your land burn before your eyes was the price you had to pay, then so be it.

the last consequence you could have ever expected and were the least prepared for, however, was an offer of marriage from the ruler of the victorious nation.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 3.5k wc, fluff, slightly suggestive ending, royalty!au, marriage of convenience (kind of), vague mentions of war & blood, mentioned assassination attempt, mentions of having children (very vague and in the "heir to the throne" kind of way), use of "mydeimos" and "mydei", reader is having an existential crisis; mydei is, um, mydei-ing, written pre-3.0

A/N : is this ooc? um... we will find out haha !! (the moment i saw this man i was wondering how i could royal au-ifiy him (outside of him already being a crown prince, that is). i thought of him being a mercenary or personal guard, but @sfznyxio ty for putting the words 'king' and 'mydei' in the same sentence when u showed his drip in the server bc this idea was born and now i am terminally unwell for him 🙏 but also how did this turn into an actual fic when it was literally a 2 para brainrot in discord... where did this plot come from...)

King Mydeimos, present ruler of Kremnos Kingdom, is infamous across the lands. He is a rumoured tyrant thought to have killed his bloodline in order to obtain this position, whose name alone strikes fear into many, and the very same being who just won the war against your own kingdom.

When marching through the capital to reach the steps of the palace after seizing victory and bathed in the lights of glory, his troops following close behind, you thought he would demand for the materialistic spoils such as the kingdom’s trove, maybe choose to seize control over the defeated land and its troops, or perhaps even wreak further havoc within the castle walls. Given the name he has built for himself, it certainly wouldn't surprise you if he decided to forgo all formality and instead brandish his sword like a blood-bathed barbarian.

And so when he appears in the palace entrance, the setting sun giving his rugged appearance a far more... put together look than expected (you refuse to admit the enemy's ruler to be... handsome, of all things), a recitation of prayers hammered into your head throughout the years of etiquette training spring to mind. If you're destined to fall here, you at least wish to perish with thankful thoughts!

...At least, that was the original plan.

So why is it now you're hearing him ask your father and mother, the king and queen of this now defeated kingdom, for your hand in marriage? Where did this sudden formality come from? No, why is he suddenly bowing to his defeated enemies? And��� lord almighty above, did he really have to do this here and now? In front of your nation's high council and his own men, no less!

It is safe to assume every jaw except for Mydeimos' dropped into the nether realm, all eyes gawking at his tall, unperturbed figure bowing in respect towards your parents in the centre.

Having probably sensed the rather awkward air bubbling amidst the dumbfounded troops, your parents turn to you in wait for your decision. Despite the apparent pleas in their eyes for you to not agree to such a ludicrous turn of events, what choice do you really have other than to accept? Who knows what this so-called tyrant could do should you refuse this offer when he is being so lenient!

An audible gulp escapes the base of your throat the moment his scalding gaze locks onto you after your hesitant words of approval, searing a trail of where his eyes trails onto your skin.

Seriously, you haven't been on the receiving end of many — if any — wars, but you're almost positive they don't end this... pleasantly, for a lack of better words.

(Who would've thought you would be a spoils of war, as opposed to the national treasure trove...)

Set to depart when the sun rises, there is little time to gather your bearings and your belongings. Servants are bustling while your parents crowd around you, asking if you're really going to go through with this and, “You can say no! If they don't take your rejection well, we can smite them with our army!”

To that, all you have to say is, “...What army? They're all dead.”

They didn't take that very well, if their concerning increase in flowing tears have anything to say about it.

The send-off is nothing too grandiose, save for the entire palace standing at the gates shouting farewells through tear-streaked wails and blowing handkerchiefs. Your parents are at the forefront of it all. Your mother holds your hands as she tells you to return promptly if it gets too much regardless of the consequences (you appreciate the sentiment, but you don't want to burden your family nor your nation because of a dislike), while your father stands before Mydeimos with an order for him to treat you well and respectfully and, “If you damage even a mere hair on my beloved child's head, I will have your head on display!”

...Perhaps that would have been more threatening if not for the slight tremble of his legs and waver in his voice but, again, you appreciate the sentiment. Mydeimos, if anything, takes it in stride with a calm nod of his head and a promise to take care of you. Really, does anything other than the battlefield phase him...?

Soon you're in the carriage and settled opposite your soon-to-be husband, on your way to your new life with a heavy heart. Is this what all your training to take over the throne has surmounted to? Have all your efforts and dedication spent on being the perfect heir for your kingdom simply come down to being wed to an enemy nation's ruler?

Well, perhaps “enemy” is not the right term anymore; not when both your kingdom's are now in a mutually beneficial alliance, along with the promise for one of your heirs becoming next in line for your kingdom's throne.

Ha! What makes him so sure you will have more than one between you?

...Was what you had asked back when he first made the declaration to your parents, only for him to respond in kind with, “If you'd rather adopt, then we can do so.”

(Bastard. Can't he break composure at least a little?)

As the ride drags on, silence permeates. Whether it is the lingering nerves you hid from your parents or this suffocating intimidation confined within the small carriage space, one question still remains at the forefront of your mind: why did he decide to marry you? Truly, it miffs you. He could have just left you to suffer in the downfall of your nation if he wished to do so, or even let you stay as the heir to the now-allianced kingdom.

Upon questioning his motives for your hand in marriage, his response was merely a slow blink before uttering, "The council wouldn't stop pestering me about getting married."

Oh. Was it really that simple of a reason?

Lips pursed, you press a little more. “Then why did you add benefits, such as an alliance with my kingdom? Even if you, King Mydeimos, were to just—”

“Mydei.”

“—just cut down…” trailing off at the sudden interruption, you blink at his cross-armed figure seated across from you. “Oh, um, what?”

“Mydei,” he repeats once more, attention solely focused on you. “No need to bother with formalities. Just refer to me as such.”

“Oh, well, alright... Mydei?” At your uncertain tone, he nods, as though urging for you to carry on. “Right, well, as I was saying... What was I saying...?”

Without missing a beat, he responds, “You were asking why I offered your kingdom a mutually beneficial alliance when I have the means to cut down the nation with brute force and take what I want through violence.”

“Oh, right…” Huh. Did you say all of that? Well, you certainly were thinking of it, but were you that harsh in your wording? Considering how he recited it all without hesitation, you probably did say all of that, with him being a pretty good listener and you perhaps needing to think over your words before you speak them. “So what is your answer to my curiosity?”

“I simply thought you would be happier if I spared your land and made an offer both of us would benefit from.”

“...I see. Well, thank you for your consideration.”

“Think nothing of it.”

And so the ride continues in silence once more, though this time you find yourself more at ease compared to the prior situation. You, however, still have your doubts about the benefits he gave with the alliance proposal, amongst the absurdity of this entire situation.

...Is the man sitting before you really the feared tyrannical ruler people made him out to be? Surely he is being far too merciful for someone of such reputation. There has been no threats, no coercion (well, if you don’t count the whole marriage fiasco as such, but you did willingly agree to it…), no usage of violence — did people perhaps badmouth the wrong monarch?

Then again, the majority of his prowess and achievements stem from the battlefield. Was all this information just mere hearsay from those jealous of his noteworthy feats, or do their words truly hold some merit in their claim? And really, what do you know about Mydei? From his thoughts, to his motives, to the reasoning behind each action… you know nothing.

Well, considering how he has entertained each of your whims thus far, he has the ability to entertain one more, right?

“Mydei, if I may,” you start, looking to him for approval to continue. When he nods encouragingly, you continue. “You said you made an offer we would both benefit from. While I acknowledge the military and protection we receive from you, what benefit do you reap from us?”

Had you not been eyeing him so intently, perhaps the subtle stiffening of his muscles or twitch of his fingers would have remained unnoticed. 

“Apart from the high quality agricultural and material trade, I have obtained one more thing. Rather than a benefit, however,” he trails off, gaze shifting to the carriage floor. His voice tapers slightly, subtleties of fondness seeping into his tone. When his eyes move to meet your own once more, your mouth runs dry at the undeniable warmth which swirls within his gaze, the rapid pounding of your heart betraying your thoughts. “I consider meeting and having the privilege of marrying you to be the most priceless of rewards I could have obtained.”

(...Who knew a subtle smile could be so beautiful.)

Settling into your new role as the co-ruler of Kremnos was a far easier transition than you’d anticipated. Despite some initial apprehension at your sudden intrusion into the citizen’s lives and you being from another nation, the reactions you were greeted with upon arrival were well-within your expectations.

Apprehension? Sure. Skepticism? Great. Concern over your abilities? Fantastic! Immediate, wholehearted acceptance with preparations already made for your arrival? Um… Come again?

Yes. Compared to the civilian’s very normal, completely expected doubt and uncertainty about you being thrust into the role of their new co-ruler, the same cannot be said about the palace staff. The moment Mydei helped you out of the carriage, a line of servants were at the ready, lined up with the necessary preparations already made to look after you. Your dumbfoundedness must have been quite obvious for Mydei to take note, squeezing your hand with enough pressure and warmth to anchor you down and fill you with comfort before guiding you through the tunnel of awaiting servants ready to receive his orders.

While a little unnerving the palace staff’s ready acceptance and preparation for your arrival may have been, you cannot deny the flicker of warmth which surges when spotting something that reminds you of home.

That particular fruit you enjoy only found in your homeland? An abundance has been procured with the palace gardener equipped with all the necessities used to grow it, alongside a bed of your favourite assortment of flowers already beginning to show signs of blooming.

There was a certain dessert you enjoyed partaking in? Look no further, for the palace patissier has already mastered all the techniques needed to make it the most delicious version you have ever tasted!

Oh, you’re used to having a certain textile in each of your fabrics and certain colours are more to your preference? Don’t worry, the temporary bedroom used until your wedding is made to your liking, and once the wedding is complete your shared bedroom will have all the necessary arrangements!

Truly, the experience of having practically everything needed for your stay to be comfortable already prepared was an… interesting one, to say the least.

It doesn’t escape you, however, the manner in which everyone is rigid in demeanour and stiff with etiquette when in the presence of Mydei. Ducking their heads to avoid eye contact, tensing their bodies as though afraid one subtle movement will trigger his wrath, rushing away as quickly as possible once given their respective orders.

He doesn’t appear bothered; if anything, matters outside of you and battle don’t seem to move him at all. He merely regards everything as a duty to be carried out, an honour to uphold and see through so long as he bears the weight of his title. 

Despite his admitted nonchalance for most matters, you have seen him be expressive on several accounts.

Like that time you were both strolling through the extensive garden holding pleasant conversation about each other’s day, stopping to admire the roses and ready to sing the gardener’s praises, only to catch the smile and unfairly soft expression directed towards you. (Seriously, the difference a smile and relaxed expression can make on his features should be criminal.)

Or the days you choose to visit the training ground and catch the battle-hardened fervour of a warrior which radiate so starkly within his typically stoic demeanour, easily parrying and holding his own against even a large number of his knights rushing to best him, only to hastily avert your eyes when he takes note of your presence and amble his way towards you with a towel in hand. (Well, his torso is practically on full-display all day, but somehow seeing him entirely shirtless after a particularly gruelling training is a little… different.)

Not to mention that one night during your third month in Kremnos wherein an assassin managed to slip through surveillance and sneak into your room, only to be thwarted mere moments before the fatal strike as a sword pierced their torso, their cries of agony quickly silencing and the flecks of warmth clinging to your skin promptly discarded as the deafening hammering of your heart drowned out everything in the vicinity. You weren’t sure how long you were out of it for, but the image of Mydei’s distraught expression and uncharacteristic loss of composure is a sight you’re certain will never leave, much like the rare vulnerability found in his fragile, broken whispers of, “Not again... I thought I’d lost you again. Why must fate be so cruel? Please… Just this once, stay with me until the end.”

(You never really questioned how Mydei caught wind of the attempt or what he meant by his whispered words, too caught up in your near-death experience to properly process anything, but the immeasurable relief upon being embraced within his familiarity was undeniable as you melted into him, allowing him to stay by your side for the night and then the following nights soon after as his attentiveness only grew.)

The time from your first arrival has flown, and now, five months later, the long-awaited wedding is finally being held.

The ceremony itself was nothing too grand. Despite Mydei asking for your thoughts and preferences on how the ceremony should be held, the ideas he’d suggested aligned perfectly with your own preferences: a simple ceremony with the necessary guests in attendance for privacy, a ceremonial carriage ride through the capital to honour the matrimonial bond between you alongside quelling any uncertainties the citizens may have, and to end it all off with a banquet to diminish the doubt brewing from within the nobility of high society.

Thankfully, everything went off without a hitch. Your parents attended the ceremony and greeted you with a tearful embrace upon seeing you in your wedding attire. As it turns out, they will be staying as guests within the palace for about a week, all thanks to Mydei’s preparations. Apparently.

(Upon asking your parents who is taking care of the kingdom’s affairs in their place, you probably should have suspected it to be the trusted, overworked aide who has been by your father’s side since young. Despite his already cushy salary, he should get a raise for having to deal with all this.)

And as you stand here now, chatting idly with some of the knights in attendance who were present in the whole proposal fiasco, you find yourself believing that perhaps your new life here will not be as bad as you feared.

You have to admit, letting loose every now and then is rather rewarding. After all those mental and passive aggressive battles with some of the nobles before eventually gaining their respect and approval (you didn’t have strict heir training just to have nothing to show for it!), you can now relax and let the night pass by. With the knights talking joyfully amongst themselves, you’re sure the night will fly by.

Their topic of conversation shifts constantly, ranging from battle tactics to which is the best amongst savoury, sweet, or spicy to debates about whether that one maid and apprentice chef are secretly dating.

Eventually, the topic of conversation loops back around to your newly sealed marriage; you know, the whole premise for the current celebration. One of the knights, tickled a light pink in the face from the warmth of the venue and the drink half-emptied in hand, turns to you with a jovial grin.

“Y’know, until you came into the picture, I’ve never seen our king so happy and expressive. It’s a nice change.”

Another chimes, “Yeah! I’ve definitely seen him smile a few times when you visit the training grounds! Though he still glares daggers into my soul when we spar…”

“That’s because you suck and His Majesty gets a migraine just from the sight of your sloppy footwork.”

“Wha— hey! You’re the one with a weak swing and can’t even break the training dummy in one strike!”

“I’m telling you the material is tougher on the ones I’m given!”

A breathy laugh escapes you at their back and forth. Sometimes you forget how playful the knights can be outside of their intimidating demeanour, though you suppose their leader is similar in his own right.

Taking a light sip from your drink, the chatter of the knights slowly die down. Just as you’re about to ask if everything is alright, a warmth you have become able to identify looms over your back. It doesn’t take a genius to know why they stopped their bickering.

“What were you all discussing?” Mydei asks, moving to stand beside you with a drink of his own in hand. You weren’t expecting to see him until later, what with how swamped he appeared with greetings and talks of his own.

His knights seemed to have thought the same as you, if their apparent dumbfounded reactions were anything to go by.

“Oh, um, well…”

“We were, uh…”

“We were just chatting like good ole pals, haha…”

Stifling a laugh at their poor attempts, you decide it would be best to give them a helping hand. Mydei’s curious gaze certainly isn’t helping their case.

With an amused sigh you begin, “Nothing much. Just how much they admire and look up to you—”

“We were discussing how your dear spouse thoroughly enjoys the sight of your body at the training grounds!”

A deafening silence.

…You take back every nice thing you said about them. You hope Mydei exchanges all the training dummies except for his own for super-ultra-mega tough ones, just so they can feel the embarrassment you currently do when they are unable to break a mere training dummy.

First off, how did they even know this highly confidential information?! You most certainly were not openly ogling at your now-husband! (At least, you hope you weren’t…)

Second of all, here you were trying to help them save face from all their bickering, and what do you get in return? A loss of your own!

And third of all, that is blatant slander! In front Mydei, their king and commander, and your spouse, no less!

Ha ha. You don't know whether to laugh or cry at this turn of events.

In hopes of salvaging what remains of your thoroughly battered and bruised image, And there it appears, you quickly turn towards Mydei, a myriad of retorts ready to fire on the tip of your tongue. It fizzles out just as quickly as it appears upon what you find yourself gazing at. Though barely noticeable, the lingering remnants of his laughter which spill from that wretched curve of his lips never fails to speed up this traitorous heart of yours. And when his unabashedly amused gaze meets your own mortified one, your mind regains its former desperation.

Before you can think up a retort in a last-ditch effort to save face, he swiftly leans into your ear and whispers, “I would like to hear more about this. Perhaps you can enlighten me when we return to our quarters later.”

…Nevermind. Perhaps it is Mydei who should be getting the super-ultra-mega tough training dummy so he can taste humiliation for the first time in his life.

(However, despite the horrendously dizzying flush you are currently victim to, if it meant seeing his warm gaze and heart-melting smile more often then, perhaps, you wouldn’t mind embarrassing yourself in front of him every now and then.)

(Not too often, of course. That would be too much.)

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trivia !!

wanted to add this section in case some might be wondering why i went with the timeloop trope yet again (if u did not figure that out from the bits and pieces throughout the fic + mainly the assassination attempt scene then, um, oops. haha.) BUT !! i actually decided to do a spin of his lore for it.

so in his drip market post, it says:

Kremnos, swallowed by mist! City riven between chaos and war! The blood of patricide flows through its royal line, and its god bears the title of calamity.

The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. O Chrysos Heir that seeks the Coreflame of Strife, you must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone, for one was must slay a god to become one. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.

and mydei is also known by the following aliases "the last prince" and "the undying". now all of this info is more than likely referring to his ability to survive torturous pain, as opposed to dying and and resurrecting a thousand times (or maybe i am right... who knows...), but my first thoughts went to how he had the ability to come back to a certain point in this past after the so-called fate drove him to madness which he alone must bear.

in this context, i wanted for him to be a king who suffered a thousand deaths, but lived through a thousand lives of the same never-ending fate, doomed to watch the fall and bear the madness and watch as you in each and every lifetime suffer at the hands of a fate he cannot save you from. and that is why he marries you because he knows you even if you do not know him and will always choose to lead the same path if it means he has you by his side once more.

...does this make sense? maybe it does, maybe it does not, but what matters is it made sense to me ;w;

oops got a little carried away there with lore and theories um !! haha !! anywho that is enough from me ,,, if u read this trivia then hi !! ty for sitting through and reading my deep dive into the crumbs of lore and how i put my own spin on it :'D

[red-garden]

Ficlet from this AU (Southeast US SY):

Having the OOC restrictions lifted was a blessing obviously. Well. Probably.

All the formal xianxia shit was a mouthful and a half, and Shen Yuan knew the sect leader was far too soft on him to scold him for indulging in a more casual tongue. Being a Georgia gentleman born and raised, Shen Yuan felt a certain degree of familiarity was owed his students, Binghe most especially.

“Oh come here sweetheart, don’t cry. Oh baby I know.”

His tearful little lamb looked up at him like a deer in headlights. “Shizun?”

“Come on baby, let’s get you something to drink. You like sweet tea?”

Anachronistic he knew, but he needed a taste of home. Not as good as his mama’s, but he never was much of a cook.

There had been a greater number of accidents on the peaks lately. Shen Yuan didn’t know if there was something in the water but every time he tried to be neighborly people started dropping like flies. His martial siblings came to visit more often but left even quicker.

“Xiao Jiu!”

The sect leader always looked like the cat that got the cream when he was let in. He brought a basket of peaches- not the Suwanee from back home, but it was sweet nonetheless.

Shen Yuan gave him a smile as he took the basket to the kitchen. “Ah, thank ya kindly sugar!”

The sect leader went abruptly still. Shen Yuan turned about in concern. “Everything alright?”

The sect leader nodded stiffly, eyes anywhere else but Shen Yuan.

“You got some business needs getting back to? Don’t put it off on my account.”

“Ah, no, Xiao Jiu need not concern himself.”

“Then sit with me for a bit! I made a fresh pitcher of tea and we can have those peaches you brought me.”

“What would Xiao Jiu wish to hear?”

“Anything you please to tell me sugar.”

The sect leader stiffens again. “Ah, I just remembered some work I really must get back to. Please excuse this Shixiong.”

Liu Qingge was hardly better. He came for the meridian clearings on time of course, but he wouldn’t suffer Shen Yuan’s company a moment longer. Frequently he even stumbled on his sword to get away.

“Honey, are you sure you wanna keep clearin my meridians? Seems like it takes a lot out of you, stumblin as you do to get away. I’m sure Mu-shidi would be amenable to trade.”

“S’fine.” He grits out.

Shen Yuan sighs, leaning back into his touch. He huffs a laugh. “Hands like that, I should ask you to be chair all the time! Support soothin my aching back.”

Liu Qingge flinches away, letting Shen Yuan fall backwards. His voice is strained, his face red as a tomato. “I have to go. Bye.”

He falls flat on his face scrambling to the door and darts out like a chicken with its head cut off. Shen Yuan tsks. “If my company is really that intolerable he could just say so.”

Binghe, coming out of the kitchen with a fresh pitcher and a tray of lemon cakes (he knew the protagonist could do it) shakes his head. “Shizun shouldn’t have to put up with him.”

Shen Yuan can resist pinching his little cheek. “Don’t go being so rude to your Shibo now baby, he’s still a grown up…. Even if he acts like a cat in a rocking chair factory.”

[sweeten-phios]

"huh... alright fear!! I won't consult others or be rash if the voices become too much!!!

And fineee ...I just wanted to play with it but okay!"

*the child pouted but put back the darkheart.*

"HEY MR FEAR!! HIHIHIHI!! I WANNA ASK YOU THIS !!

WHY DO I KEEP HEARING THINGS IN MY EARS WHEN I HOLD THIS THING???"

*they swing the darkheart silly like a toy as they ask fear, they loved the sword as it was a fun toy but what are those sounds?*

- 🖤 anon ( @phi0s-kill )

"O-Oh!... Uh..."

"I-I'll be honest, I d-don't entirely understand why it along with t-the others does that too..."

"But, I do k-know it's related to your inermost t-thoughts and feelings; How y-your mind perceives the world and y-yourself..."

"Most of the time, i-it tells you to do i-irrational things, p-playing on your desires, insecurities, fears and wrath... I-It may sound like it's for good, but i-in reality... It b-brings out the worst in all of us..."

"So please... Don't be r-rash, and consult others if the v-voices become t-too much..."

"A-Also, please t-treat the sword with m-more caution; D-Don't cut yourself..."

//Tbh I like to think that the swords amplifies the emotions and thoughts of the weilder or even others, like do you know that one scene in Inside out 2 where even though the emotions touched the controls barely, Riley still overreacts? Its kinda like that for the embodiments

[cherrys-muses]

sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff. ohhg, hiiiiiii :3 💝🦋✨

(if they’re open), Can I request Emperor Geta angst ?? Like, he said the wrong thing; he really, deeply hurt Reader; and then he finds her crying in the royal gardens + he feels bad :( 🥰 (royal garden ?? idk how the roman empire works)

maybe a lighter ending? :3 but i would eat up anything u give us, queen 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ohhh, love!!!! they are absolutely opened! & you’re my first request eeee - WITH geta too??? i hope this delivers for you! ᢉ𐭩 warnings; no spoilers! geta is … geta (sarcastic and mean), slightly ooc, happy-ish ending!

“You are anything but what I truly need.”

The words had bounced around in your head - the voice of the man was smooth as velvet, yet, rough around the edges just as the cobblestone your sandaled feet walks across.

Your head is held high, though your lips threaten to quiver, pulling at the corners. Inhaling roughly, gripping the silk of your dress, you will the burning behind your eyes to go away.

Entering the garden that Geta had allowed you to build, the warmth has sweat beading up a tad more along the hollow of your neck. Placing yourself onto the bench that had some cracks and edges breaking off, your hands fold in your lap.

Eyes lingering on the stone, your fingers fiddle with the golden band. You are not sure if this is what you want - yet, you have to deal with it anyway so Geta doesn’t look as if he were a fool.

If someone killing you was the only way out, you believe you would just lie there and accept the fate of a sword rather than cruel words coming from someone you truly loved, yet didn’t feel an ounce back.

“You are crying.”

Startled, you flinch at the sound of his voice, eyes lifting from your lap as you stare at him. His face is clean - a luxury to stare at, really.

The pale skin that seemed to shine - that didn’t seem as if he was dead. There’s a bit of faded black eyeliner, but his eyes are still wide as they stare at you.

“I…wasn’t aware that I was,” You are quick to look away, realizing that you have openly stared at him for a long time. Bringing a hand up, you brush away the tear. “I apologize.”

He hums as he looks away, eyes traveling up the vines that curl around a tree. “I didn’t mean what I said,” You quickly look over at him. “I have been under a lot of pressure as of late - I took it out on you,”

Geta apologizing is unheard of - a strange feeling settles in your stomach as you continue to stare at him this time.

“It should have been my brother eating those words instead of you,” He looks at you as he nods. “I am sorry.”

A small smile pulls at your lips, and though your eyes are still burning with tears and Geta’s pretty face is slightly blurry from them, you let out an airy laugh.

His brows pinch in confusion. “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m sorry,” Your fingers press over your lips now, looking away from him quickly as your heart pounds and the tips of your ears grow hot. “I am not laughing at you, Geta, my love,”

Your eyes peek over at him once again before you clear your throat. “That is one of the first times I have ever heard you apologize. To anyone.”

He stands. “Yes, well,” He clears his throat. “First and last times for everything,”

You smile and nod, dropping your hand to your lap once more as you stare up with him.

He feels sick at the look of your face - not at all in a bad way. This whole thing - you - were new to him. He doesn’t feel as if he deserves you, or even the notion of any type of love - whether that be platonic or romantic.

Holding out a slightly trembling hand to you, he clears his throat once more, hoping that would sooth any voice cracks.

“Well? Are you coming?”

Slipping your hand into his, you stand from the bench and place your hand against his cheek. He jerks his head to the side slightly before slowly allowing himself to lean into the feeling of your smooth palm.

Nudging the tip of his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to his mouth, you stare at him.

“I love you.”

The words makes his heart skip a beat and breath catch in his throat slightly as his lips part. You smile, though it doesn’t meet your eyes.

“It’s okay not to say it now,” You whisper to him in reassurance as your eyes flicker down to his lips once again before quickly looking back into his brown eyes. “I just thought you should know.”

He only nods, pulling his forehead away from yours slightly. “Well then,” He cleaned his throat. “Let’s go finished getting ready.”

Smiling sadly, you follow behind him as you always will.

[azlrse]

Don't know if you're still into doing Cookie Run fics, or if you're busy, but I'll shoot an idea over. I'd imagine Yandere Dark Cacao is already bad enough, but Awakened Yandere Dark Cacao? Yeah your chances at escaping have just went down tenfold, so close to zero that it might as well be zero.

cw for this ask: yandere themes & spoilers for dark cacao's awakened form, angst with a mix of fluff, forced marriage mentioned, ooc dark cacao cookie (its been a while since ive wrote smth :crii)

a/n: sincere apologies anon (& to my readers out there) for my long absence but i'll answer this one quickly since i am really busy for my academics :'>>

(bruhh girl i just finished my sophomore year, leaving this fic into the deepest depths of the void now its finished!!! woohoo!!)

if i were reader cookie, i would be scared shitless if this guy went from just an warrior king with a strong sense of justice to being the strongest, if not, the most powerful version of him. reader cookie's attempts to escape went down from a 10 into a negative 50 seeing how fast and calculative he is. you see how he persuaded two of the dragons to be sealed once again in his sword and defeated mystic flour cookie without his souljam?? in someone's perspective, you are one lucky cookie to be courted by a king so powerful and loves you even if you aren't from a royal lineage. but for you? you just wished you just stayed in the milk village, moved somewhere far away or to be at peace as you became flour from the beasts of apathy's blessings. anything just to be away from dark cacao's possessiveness and controlling nature.

i can vision reader cookie running away like the 5th time through the snowy mountains with only just a cloak, a few possessions like coins and light boots to aid on your journey away from his kingdom. it saddens you that you have to leave behind your home, your family and friends just to live a life of peace, silence and just to be by yourself. every sound of the crunch of the snow, you kept on looking back whilst hearing the sounds of the dark cacao warriors tracking your every move (although you are alone and just imagining things) in fear as the snow kept on howling and became stronger the more you kept on walking through the snowy trenches.

as night approaches, it didn't take long for you to hear the sound of the dragons roaring near your path, indicating that your so-called "husband" knew where you are. desperate to earn your freedom, you ran as fast as your legs carry you; every trip, every scrape, scratches and bruise are marked on your skin as you tripped and fell on the hidden roots of the trees covered by snow. you felt your legs began to ache and crack from the many hours of walking and running away moments ago.

but alas, one of the dragons took you by your cloak, sending you flying from the ground and bringing you back to their master. you kept on squirming, a desperate and pathetic attempt to loosen their grip when another dragon wrapped its body of restrain you and preventing you from harming yourself. the traveling speed of both dragons felt like seconds when both of them dropped you down, causing you to land on a lump of soft snow.

as you stood up and dusting off the snow off your cloak, a shadow loomed over you and the colors of your face drained off as soon as your eyes landed on him; he is indeed pissed off and disappointed at the same time from your escapades. "we found their majesty, master.." the white dragon hissed, making the black dragon looked at its companion in disbelief. "no no! i found them first!" the black dragon boastfully spoke, triggering a bantering battle between the two great dragons. this caused dark cacao's headache but still thanked the dragons for their help before sealing them back to his sword.

during their banter, the distraction caused you to sneak away quietly but due to dark cacao's attention span, he carried you like a sack of potatoes and this triggered you: hitting his back and kept on moving in an attempt to escape his grasp. the dragon simply sighed in disbelief but is relived that you are okay (despite seeing your body having cracks and bruises, he mentally take notes that the healers will be called as soon as you arrived home).

it didn't take long for exhaustion took over your body and slept while being carried by him. dark cacao took notice from your silence (from your endless pleas of letting you go) and the lack of punches thrown on his back and now carries you in bridal style. "its bad for your back when slept away in this position." he thought to himself as he looked at your sleeping face. now peaceful and at ease, he wonders to himself what will he do in order for you to accept his love, your role as a co-ruler of his kingdom and as a married individual.

he can only dream the 'what ifs' if he courted you properly, married you and accepting your role both as a spouse and the co-ruler of the dark cacao kingdom without force.

someday...

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knightly duties. ᯓ knight!katsuki bakugou.

beyond the walls of the kingdom, enemies lurked in the dark. hunters, assasins, faes. and it was katsuki's duty to protect the kingdom. protect the kingdom. not the enemy.

pairings: knight!katsuki b. x fae!reader

cw / notes : fem!reader, possible cursing, possible ooc.

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Way beyond hills and mountains, a kingdom stood. Busy and bustling, lively with all chatters that sang along with the birds. Children running around with cheers in their voices, shouts of haggling prices along the markets, and even carriages galloping about the streets.

All amongst that, melodies of swords clanging to each other, Katsuki stood by a wooden dummy, his brows collecting sweat as he grunted with every swing of his sword.

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Run. 

Run.

Run!!

Legs, don’t fail me now. 

Your breaths caught by your throat. The wound in your stomach screamed for you to stop but you can’t. You mustn’t, not when a hunter is still by your tail, relentless. Branches crushed beneath your feet, prickling your step as you ran and ran. They’re still there. You can still smell the smoke from their cigarettes, the metal embellishments from their shoes clinking behind you, running. Faster, faster!

Cheeks wet and sticky from your tears, your throat felt slimy from keeping all your sobs quiet. Every step seemed to only make your injury feel worse and worse. Gods, hear me now…

“C’mon, pretty fae!!” They guffawed, their voices seemed a bit further. “Those wings of yours can be a real fortune to us!”

Another step, another one, you must keep up. Or else they will.

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Katsuki had a soft grumble on his face, the chatters of his fellow knights echoing behind him, blending into the forest’s hum of leaves. He huffed. 

This is a waste of my time. He thought. 

What good was hunting down illegal poachers in broad daylight anyway? Those poachers probably had memorized the knights’ schedules of patrolling in the woods. He’ll find nothing, nothing at all except for critters and—

Crack!

He paused. Crimson eyes narrowing in suspicion, then he shrugged.

A mouse, perhaps. 

The blonde knight’s armor rang softly as he walked again, his hand now perched lazily on the hilt of his sword as he glanced from side to side, scanning the forest. 

But now his breath echoed. With every breath he took, the forest seemed to say the same. The chatters of his lads now had died behind him, leaving only him and the fallen leaves on the forest floors. Katsuki paused once more, his scowl stood strong on his face, brows stitched together as his eyes darted to the left and to the right. 

Again. His breath echoed again. 

No.

Someone—or something—is here, too.

Then his eyes snapped awake. Just now he realized; the branches are torn, leaves dragged to one direction, maroon blood drops scattered all over the trees, dragged there, or even a small splatter. 

He slowed his breaths. Quieter. 

Then he heard it. Your breaths. 

Quick, panicked, pained. 

Small whimpers of pain registered in his ears as he slowly walked closer, his hand gripping his sword tight. 

With a swift motion, Katsuki’s legs stepped to the wounded creature’s side, his sword pulled up slightly as he eyed the figure that lay now on the ground.

Slowly, his face twisted to disgust. Almost as if reluctant, he spat. “Fae.” 

The one beneath his chin now panted helplessly. Your arm stretched out to him, silently begging him to spare your life, with eyes wide in terror, while your other hand clutched your wound, your dried blood trickling down your trembling fingers. 

“P-please, human, I—”

“Silence.” He spat, a hum of a sword slashed through the air as he pointed its eye to your chin. “Wicked creature.”

Your breath hitched, the faint buzz of headache already gnawing by the back of your head as you swallowed your spit. “I..I mean no harm…spare me, I beg of you,” you croaked, albeit barely. 

“Nonsense.” Said Katsuki, scoffing with a bitter smirk on his face. “Your kind brings nothing but trouble.” 

With a small sigh, you frowned at him, dropping your outstretched arm to your side as you shuffled yourself close to the tree, letting your back lean against it. Your breaths stayed heavy, and it continued to be heavier. Perhaps it’s from the running.

Or maybe you were dying. 

The arrow stayed persistent there, lunged into your stomach and every little movement seemed to make the blade of its head slit deeper into your body. Your stomach feels hot from the blood rushing out, and your eyes are seeing twins of the human before you. 

So you drifted your gaze away from his piercing eyes. Letting the sun gently caress your skin as you looked at the rays of warmth that fell between the leaves.

“If that…”

“If that is what you believe,” Your voice came thin, cracked. “Then please…make it quick.”

But he faltered.

Of course Katsuki had nothing but hatred for enemies of the kingdom. After eight years of trudging through the muddy floors of the knights’ barracks, his brain had memorized that awful song those knights always sing, his blood had echoed the slogan of the kingdom knights. All his life was taught to protect and to act fast, 

to never show mercy to the enemies.

But most of all, Katsuki was never told to murder carelessly. 

A voice in his heart told him to just kill you. Slash your neck and it’ll be the right thing. He’s a knight. He’d be praised for successfully killing a fae. 

Yet he didn’t. His sword stayed still, perched by the end of your chin. 

Screw this. He thought.

So he lowered his sword, the metal sang as he sheathed it back. Katsuki grunted as he looked away with shame in his eyes. 

“You’re hurt.” He muttered, and you nodded. 

“Yes. Yes I am,” 

His eyes met your figure again.

“Are you…able to stand, or walk?” 

You shook your head slowly, stopping as your vision blurred again. “No,” your voice said quietly. “My head… it spins when I try to,” 

He huffed softly, then a groan escaped his lips as if he was asked to clean the horse stables. 

“To hell with this..” Hissed Katsuki with a scowl. 

His hand slowly slid under your knee, the other gently braced your back as he slowly rose to his feet, eyeing you down with those angry eyes. 

“The watchtower is not a far walk from here.” He grumbled to you, “I’ll tend to your wounds there. But you must stay quiet. Understood?” 

You froze for a moment—you have been since the moment he braced you up into his arms. It’s hard to say, should you be thankful? Should you be scared? He’s a human after all, must you trust him this easily? 

So you stared at him for a moment as he spoke, eyes wide with disbelief and confusion. 

But then a small flash of sympathy and… something else passed by his eyes. And at that you smiled.

“Thank you, human.” Your smile bloomed, though it quivers. 

“Just don’t make too much noise.” Katsuki’s steps slowly bounced you by his arms, “And it’s Katsuki. Not—human.”

The watchtower wasn’t far from the town—though still inside of the woods. It stood tall from the trees, with vines trying to catch up to it, reaching for the roof. The stone walls had grown green, some walls had holes to peek through. Katsuki placed you gently on the top floor, with fabrics lazily dropped to the floor for you to rest on. 

Water softly dripped from the roof, spider webs lined the wooden frames, dust gathering by it. 

“You’ll be safe here,” He said, hands already gripping a cloth tight to rip it. “As long as you don’t make a sound. Understand?” The cloth cried out as he tore it, carefully pressing it onto your wound. It earned a small whimper from you while you nodded. 

“Forgive me,” He whispered, wrapping the cloth around your wound to tie it tight. 

He looked at it for a moment before lifting his gaze back to your face, “If— and only if anyone does come here,” Katsuki raised his finger. “You scream. Loud as you can, make it sound like a witch… or something.” 

Your lips curled to a small chuckle, half-lidded eyes searching for light to see his figure. “A witch?” 

“Yes.” He deadpanned. “..And don’t go singin’ songs or—whatever you things do.” 

“What if… I need to search for food?” You tilted your head, “I’ll need to go out, no?” 

The knight’s lips stayed pursed as he furrowed his brows deeper. “I’ll bring you it.” 

A small giggle was what you replied with before you slipped a small “Alright.”

With a small huff, he stood up. His armor clinked softly as he walked to the stairs once more, before he turned around. “And don’t complain.” He added before vanishing down the stairs, leaving the watchtower’s empty space to stretch wide with quietness. 

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This is strange. Unlikely. He’s not usually this way. 

Eijiro had seen it. The way his fellow knight had been looking into the shadows before he slipped a bread into his small satchel, how he’d slip out of the barracks in the dark of night, when he was always the one who insisted a strict schedule was important. 

At first, Eijiro had only guessed the blonde had finally found a woman who would tolerate all his scowls. 

But no.

Who—in their right mind—would go into the woods with the night not seeping any light but the moon’s? The villagers had always feared the woods, children taught to never go there once the sun had bid its goodbye.

And now—Katsuki.

A knight known for his sharp movements and eyes that darted faster than a train, is suddenly going there, at night? Alone?

“Something’s not addin’ up.” Eijiro muttered as he munched on his bread, his head fixed on the scowl-faced knight. 

“The rations always get smaller when ya slack off, Eij.” Denki snickered, nudging Hanta for approval, earning a small chuckle from the ravenette. The redhead clicked his tongue, “It ain’t that.” He hissed in annoyance, turning his head to face the two in front of him. “Katsuki— he ain’t actin’ right.” 

Denki waved his spoon to the air, drawing out his noise. “Man’s probably found himself a woman, Eij.” The knight smiled happily, gesturing to Katsuki. “Ah, young love..” He hummed, leaning himself to Hanta’s shoulder dramatically before he got pushed off with a mock whine from the taller one. 

“Den’s right, Red. He’s a fine one after all,” Hanta shrugged, sipping his last spoonful of soup, stuffing the bread into his mouth along with it. “Women had lined up for him even since we were still squires.” He added.

That’s not it. Eijiro thought. 

No, Katsuki’s all but silent about his love. He is all but suspicious. He’d seen him smitten. And this—this isn’t it.

Deciding it wasn’t something to drop, Eijiro now found himself cloaked, hiding by the kitchen wall as Katsuki seemed to slip something into his satchel—again. He slipped an apple inside, a bread, a single slice of pie, and even a small block of cheese he said he hated. With slow steps, Katsuki made his way out the barracks, clutching his satchel close to his hip while he made his way to the woods. 

Eijiro wasn’t proud of himself, no. But he just had to know.

What if his best mate was being used? What if he was in trouble?

So he followed him out, his steps—he memorized it, at every five steps, Katsuki’s figure paused his steps, watching his back to see if anyone followed him, and Eijiro slipped past into the shadows quickly to escape his gaze. 

A trail had even formed in the grass from Katsuki’s consistent steps and visits. He’d been taking the same route—over and over again.

Eijiro waited until Katsuki seemed to enter something before he followed him further into the woods. 

That’s when he saw it.

The watchtower. Tall, looming way beyond him, vines as if swinging their hands, telling him to go back. And Eijiro had to gulp back his frown, forcing himself to calm down. The watchtower children had cried back to their parents, saying they saw ghosts inside, the watchtower that’s been abandoned for years, now had a faint hue of candlelight by its window from Katsuki’s lantern. 

Thank the gods Katsuki’s hand didn’t pull the door far enough to close. Eijiro easily slipped inside, the leather bottoms of his shoes softly padded up the stairs, and his ears picked up small giggles of a woman, followed by Katsuki’s gentle—gentle voice replying something.

“Katsuki, you’ve brought too much.” You chided with a small chuckle, your finger carefully tore the bread apart. “Your friends might think you’ve grown greedy.”

Katsuki dismissed your statement with a scoff, “No, they do not know I come here.” He waved off.

As he peeked his head before the floor, Eijiro’s heart froze.

The faint glimmer of moonlight echoing from your wings, your ears reaching out further, your fanged smile.

A fae.

Katsuki Bakugou. 

Had been keeping a fae.

Eijiro didn’t think. His sword slashed to your chin in the blink of an eye, even before Katsuki could hear his breath. “You traitor!!” He roared, his sword still on your neck as he looked Katsuki's way. “You—Unchivalrous bastard!!!” 

“Eijiro put that down.” Katsuki commanded back, struggling to keep his voice leveled. 

“No!!” Eijiro scowled. “How could you?! After—after what they did!!” His voice cracked with betrayal, an edge of disbelief lacing his face as he edged the sword closer to your neck, making your breath hitch.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. His blade was still too close. But your eyes stayed wide, pleading at Katsuki to do something—anything.

“Eijiro she means no harm–”

“Bullshit! Katsuki you know better than this!!” He gritted his teeth, one arm stretched out to keep Katsuki away from him, the other still keeping the blade by your neck.

“Wake up, Katsuki!! These–... things are evil creatures!! Wicked!!—how are you—!” 

“I found her helpless by the forest floor, Eijiro!! Dying!” Katsuki bit back, “I wasn’t leaving a life to die!”

The red one scoffed, barking a bitter laugh. “Well maybe you should have!!” 

“Get away, this instant!!” Katsuki shouted, shoving Eijiro’s chest harshly to the side as he rushed to you. His scowl immediately softened to a small worried look as he lifted your chin, scanning your neck of any injuries. The hands that would tear a sword through a fae’s stomach—now gently brushed his thumb over a small graze on where the sword had laid before. 

“Are you alright?” Gently, he asked, bringing your eyes to look at him once more. A faint nod was what you managed, your hands slowly gripped at his tunic. “Are you alright?” He repeated. 

“Yes, Katsuki.” Your voice came out as a breath, nodding once more.

Eijiro’s lips quirked up in a scoff, his grin bitter with unacceptance. “You’ve been charmed. That’s what you are, Katsuki.” He mocked, swinging his sword as he pointed to the blonde. “Soft. Weak!” Spat Eijiro. 

“I saw our own mentors killed by these things. Crops died because of em!” He continued, betrayal swam deep in his voice. “And now you choose to be protectin’ them?!” 

Katsuki—once stayed silent, tending to you—slowly rose to his feet. His brows stitched together, his already sharp crimson eyes shot deeper.

“You think I didn’t see them kill my mentor, Red?” His voice was low, not with anger—some sort of threat lingered in his tone. “I’ve killed her kind. Burned their wings, some even I cut down to sell.” He pointed to your way, eyes still fixed to Eijiro while his steps slowly neared Eijiro’s form.

The sword kissed Katsuki’s chest, that was when he stopped. “I’m not bein’ weak, Red.” 

“You weren’t there.” 

“You weren’t there when I saw her bloodied up from being hunted down.” 

His finger jabbed slowly to Eijiro’s chest. “You didn’t see her beg me to spare. Her. Life.”

Then he paused. A small breath.

“I’m a knight, Eijiro.” Katsuki pointed to himself, “A knight. Ya hear me? Not a killer.”

“When someone begs me to live, I’ll let them live.” 

“Screw chivalry if all it means to it is to kill.” Turning his heel back to face you, Katsuki settled back to your side.

Slowly, Eijiro’s sword found its way back into its sheath. He scoffed. This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. 

…And yet he agrees.

“Fine.” Eijiro muttered reluctantly, “...Know that you are committing treason, Katsuki.” He threatened, earning a glare from the said knight.

“If being human is treason, so be it.” He said lowly, his hands busy wrapping a blanket over your shoulders, leaning to the side as he made sure not to damage your delicate wings. “Go then,”

“Go, if you wish to report.” Katsuki glanced at Eijiro, who still stood by the stairs, his hands still trembling upon the hilt of his sword. 

With a small shuffle, Eijiro huffed as he turned away, descending down to the spiraling stairs.

Your eyes followed the redhead’s descending figure before it flicked back to Katsuki, whose face still scrunched into a scoff as he tore a cloth to change the one wrapping your stomach.

“He’ll report you, Katsuki.” You warned him quietly, watching as he gently wiped down the blood lingering by your skin. “You must go back,” 

“No.” He denied, wrapping the cloth to your waist, “I don’t care. I’m not doin’ anything wrong.” 

“Yes you are!” You stopped his hands, your palm gently tilting his face up. “Katsuki, I ask of you to be wiser here, I am an enemy of this kingdom.” You pleaded. 

“Your oath—”

“I know my oath.” Katsuki tore his face away, continuing to tie the cloth tight to your healing wound. “My oath is to protect those who are weak.” 

“Not to kill those that did not do wrong.” 

A sigh flew past your lips in resignation, his hands finished his ministrations, wiping his hands to his pants as he sat back to take a look at you. 

“...You should have just let me die that day,” 

His eyes immediately found yours, sharp—angry.

“Quiet.” Katsuki growled. “Do not say things like that.” 

You looked at him like a mother looking at her mud-covered child. So persistent, so driven. Not even for a reward, he did this just because.

“...I am not your friend, Katsuki.” 

“S’not like I need any,” He bluntly said, standing up to his feet. 

“Rest. I’ll be back with food tomorrow.” He mumbled quietly, as he started descending to the stairs with a small shuffle to his steps.

“Katsuki..?” 

His steps paused, you earned a small grunt from him in response. 

“Thank you,” 

“...There’s nothing to thank for.”

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King’s Helmet Mystery

What the hell is under King’s helmet? You're determined to find out. King’s patience? Running thin. Your schemes? Ridiculous. His reactions? Surprisingly flustered.

King X gn! reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, ooc king, slight v!olence

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1k

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The day you joined the Beasts Pirates, you swore you’d never fall for anyone on the crew. They were all either terrifying, annoying, or both.

Then you saw King.

And more importantly—you saw his helmet.

It wasn’t love at first sight. No, it was curiosity. Burning, rabid, downright obsessive curiosity.

“Why do you always wear that helmet?” you had asked on day three of being around him.

King didn’t even look at you. “None of your business.”

So obviously, that meant game on.

Phase One: Casual Questions (Totally Not Interrogation)

You began with subtlety.

“Hey, King, don’t you get hot in that thing?” you asked, leaning on a crate next to him.

“I don’t feel it,” he replied flatly.

“Must be sweaty in there though.”

“No.”

“What if you get an itch?”

“I don’t.”

“…What if a bird poops on it?”

He turned his head slightly. “Why would a bird—?”

“Just saying. You’d never know. Could be walking around with mystery poop on your face all day.”

King walked away.

You followed.

Phase Two: Bribery

You slid a pristine box of limited-edition dango on the table.

“I’ll give you all of these if you just lift it. Half an inch. One second.”

“No.”

“I won’t even look!”

“You’ll look.”

“…You’re right, I would.”

King didn’t budge.

So you tried again with spicy sake, rare fruits, a handmade lava-resistant scarf, and even a knitted plush version of him that you personally stitched.

He didn’t even glance at them.

Though you did catch him later discreetly carrying the plush to his room.

Phase Three: Stealth Mission (Failed)

In the dead of night, you tiptoed through the dim corridors of Onigashima’s fortress. You had intel. King always removed his armor to sleep. You just needed a peek.

You pressed your ear against the sliding door of his room. Silent.

Then you slowly slid the door open and—

“Nice try,” King’s voice cut through the dark. You screamed.

He was still wearing the damn helmet in bed.

“I—okay, first off, do you SLEEP with that on?!”

“Yes.”

“…Do you shower with it?”

“Yes.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

King smirked under the helmet.

Or at least you imagined he did.

He always had that smug aura like he was eternally amused by your suffering.

You sulked for a week.

Phase Four: Drastic Measures

You made a PowerPoint presentation.

No, really.

You dragged King into the briefing room and stood in front of a projected slide that read “TOP 10 REASONS TO SHOW ME YOUR FACE (PLEASE).”

“I made charts,” you announced.

King just stood there, arms crossed, flames dancing on his back.

“Reason One: Friendship. Friends share secrets. Boom.”

“Not friends.”

“Okay, Reason Two: I’ve literally never told anyone your height, weight, wingspan, or bedtime even though I definitely know all of those things and could sell that info to fangirls.”

King tilted his head. “Do you have fangirls?”

You blinked. “We’re not talking about me.”

By Reason Six (“For Science!”) and Reason Nine (“Because I said pretty please”), King stood and left the room.

You considered it a soft win.

Phase Five: The Disguise Plan

You put on a replica of his armor.

“Guess what?” you said, stomping around dramatically. “I’m you now.”

King didn’t even look up from polishing his sword.

You strutted in front of him, wings flapping. “Look at me, I’m so cool. I’m scary. Ooooh, no one knows my face. I’ve got MYSTERIES.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“Thank you.”

He sighed. “You have work to do.”

“Oh? So does King! He needs to show me his face before I LOSE my mind.”

Still nothing.

But Sasaki did walk by and immediately drop his drink at the sight of you.

“Why are there two of them now?!”

King groaned.

You cackled.

Phase Six: Reverse Psychology (and Screaming)

“Y’know what?” you said over dinner one night, loud enough for the whole table to hear. “I don’t even care what King looks like. Probably has a dumb face.”

The whole table froze.

King looked up, one brow probably raised under the helmet.

“Maybe he’s got, like, two noses,” you continued, chomping down on a rice ball. “Or maybe it’s just all teeth. Like a shark. Disgusting.”

“Why are you so obsessed with him then?” Jack muttered.

“I’M NOT.”

You totally were.

“Maybe you’re just in love with him,” Queen teased.

You choked on your drink.

King stood up without a word and left the room.

You internally screamed.

Phase Seven: The Fluffy Flop

After months of trying, you finally gave up. You sat on a cliffside just beyond the fortress, legs dangling, wind whipping through your hair.

“I give up,” you sighed to no one. “Maybe he does have teeth for a face.”

“Doubt it.”

You yelped.

King landed next to you, wings folding.

You scooted a little.

“…Sorry if I annoyed you.”

“You do.”

You sighed.

But he stayed.

You sat in silence, watching the moonlight reflect off the water.

“…It’s not about hiding,” King said suddenly. “It’s about surviving.”

You turned your head, surprised.

“I don’t care what people think. But I care about what they do. Especially if they knew what I am.”

You stared at him.

And then, for once, you said nothing snarky. Just nodded. “Okay.”

The Day the Helmet Came Off

It was during a battle.

You got hit—hard—and thrown across the battlefield, crashing into debris.

Everything spun.

Then—flames.

You blinked up to see King standing over you, face uncovered, the pieces of his helmet cracked and steaming beside him.

“…Whoa,” you whispered.

He was beautiful.

Strong jaw, red markings, piercing golden eyes. Sharp, fierce. Yet soft. Not what you imagined.

“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside you.

You blinked. “You—your face—”

“Don’t say anything.”

You nodded dumbly.

He helped you up, hand lingering on your waist longer than necessary.

You whispered, “Definitely not all teeth.”

King groaned.

.

.

.

He wore the helmet again the next day.

You didn’t push.

But when no one else was around, he lifted it just enough to let you see his eyes.

You grinned. “I knew you liked me.”

King rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

He didn't move away.

Mission accomplished.

And you didn’t even need PowerPoint this time.

[jumped-for-the-yaoi]

it’s like a ‘Getting To Know You’ game with the guy you committed identity theft on

wordcount: 1,755 words

i don’t even know if this is in character anymore this is probably wildly ooc but i just needed to get the wemmro brainrot out of my system. I wrote this all in one sitting btw

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Wemmbu shows up unannounced at spawn one cold, breezy night. And, by some dumb coincidence, Ro is there too.

She’s only managed to gather some of the materials needed for the Sticklers’ base before the sound of soft footfall on grass alerts her to someone approaching.

Ro freezes, wings still lifted with half a mind to flee. He’s at, what, four hearts? There’s no way he could take a fight right now and win.

There’s a beat of tense silence. No one moves.

Finally, the newcomer gives a polite cough, his tone a little amused and a little teasing. “Yo, Roshambo. Hello? You afk or something?”

Ro recognises that voice, and he’s… Less than thrilled about who it is. But he braces himself and turns to face Wemmbu anyway, with his arms full of shulkers and a tense smile on his face. “Yo, hey.”

“Hey.” Wemmbu doesn’t move to jump her or drive a sword into her gut. He just… Stands there, holding some black concrete Ro had dropped on the ground earlier. He’s standing in the shadow of a building, hugging a thick cape around himself. “What’chu up to?”

“Not much. Building stuff for Rek,” she answers vaguely. She sets down some of the shulkers, switching them out for strength pots just in case.

Wemmbu’s head tilts, waiting for her to continue. When she doesn’t, he just nods. “Mhm. Okay. Cool.”

He steps forward, and Ro takes a step back, reaching for her sword—

—but Wemmbu just opens one of her shulkers, rummaging through it and examining the contents. Something disappears into his inventory — one of the decorative flowers she had stored in there, probably — and he laughs at her, almost giddy. “You’re so jumpy, bro, chill.”

“Okay, man.” Ro huffs a sigh, heading toward Mapicc’s castle to collect some of the shulkers he’d left behind. Like a stray cat, Wemmbu follows a good distance behind her.

He doesn’t stop yapping, either. “You’re wearing my old armour trims,” Wemmbu remarks out of the blue. His tone is only curious and somewhat thoughtful, but Ro tenses anyway. “It can’t be my taste in trims that’s inspiring you to copy me.”

“Not exactly,” Ro replies, absentmindedly sorting items while still keeping a careful eye on Wemmbu. “It’s not… Important.”

Wemmbu hums, stepping closer to steal more stuff from Ro’s shulkers. “Really now? It must be, like — I feel like you wear my armour trims around more than I do at this point, bro.”

“I mean, you’re not around much,” Ro points out. She examines him, head tilting. “Weren’t you banned after the spawn war? By Flame?”

“Yeah. He killed me after I was revived, too,” Wemmbu replies nonchalantly, waving a hand. There’s a glint in his eyes and the smallest sliver of a smile in his voice, but it’s gone in an instant. “You know, average Lifesteal activities.”

Ro stares, and he finds it so utterly fascinating how he can't read Wemmbu at all. But he just nods, turning back toward the shulkers. “How many hearts are you on?”

There’s a brief pause. Then Wemmbu laughs, a soft chortle of amusement. He sounds different up close: there’s still a hint of danger in his voice, but he sounds softer than the ruthless reputation he’d established for himself. “Ten thousand. Or, actually, more like one.”

Ro stops dead in her tracts, staring at him in astonished disbelief. “You’re on one?”

“Yup.” He’s grinning still, leaning on his sword like he wasn’t just the smallest mistake away from being deathbanned again. “Is it not obvious?”

“Not really, no.” Ro frowns, wings puffing up a little in alarm. “You’ve been keeping to the shadows this whole time.”

Wemmbu giggles, smiling a little wider. “Yeah, that’s, like. Intentional and all. Here.”

He steps into the pale moonlight, and Ro stops. For a long, long moment, she just stares.

It was never a word she thought she’d describe Wemmbu as, but right here, right now, he looked… Ordinary. More like a person than a god.

Her eyes trace down the blooms of orange flowers, dotting down his arms and over him. They grow over a glowing scar in his abdomen, still faintly pulsing with his heartbeat.

His tiara is cracked, and there are scorch marks that mar its usually pristine surface. The hearts usually set into his sleeves are gone, leaving only the golden framing still attached.

He looks… Well, not weak. Just human.

The moment quickly dissipates as Wemmbu pulls the cloak around himself, straightening up until he’s exuding confidence again. “So, yeah.”

Ro blinks at him, taking a moment to process everything and regain his ability to speak properly. “Doesn’t that… Bother you, though? Like, what do you even do at one heart? Don’t you want more?”

“I mean, yeah? But I did do everything I wanted to do this season, so,” he shrugs. “I don’t really care. Mainly I just hibernate under spawn or fuck around with Derap and Zam, but I just go hang out elsewhere if I’m bored.” He fidgets with one of the yellow ribbons in his hair, a gilded sun charm set into it. “It’s not that bad.”

Ro hums a little. “I mean, I suppose, yeah. So you’re just… Okay with being deathbanned if that ever happens?”

“I guess, yeah,” Wemmbu laughs, picking out one of the flowers from his hair. “I’ve done everything I wanted to, y’know. I’ve had my fun and all.”

A pause. “It’s funny how I spent a week invis pretending to be you just so that I could borrow your reputation. Your power,” Ro comments, glancing around Mapicc’s tower. Aside from some player activity, it’s back to its mint condition. “And now…”

“And now I’m powerless and everything?” Wemmbu finishes for her, a grin still on his face. “Yeah. It’s fine, though. I still have my aura.”

Ro laughs a little too, relaxing. “Guess I’ll have to try harder to take your aura next time.”

“You can try, bro.” Wemmbu looks around the castle, eyebrows lifting a little as he catches Ro doing the same. “You literally impersonated me for a week, right?”

“…A little bit, yeah,” Ro replies, her tone a little sheepish. She did frame him for a lot of things he didn’t do… “No hard feelings?”

“Bro. I should’ve killed you a few times as compensation or something.” Wemmbu shakes his head, vibrant purple eyes catching hers. “I can’t believe you did that, bro, that’s crazy. You’re that obsessed with me?”

Ro flushes, mostly from embarrassment. Not at all from anything else. “Okay, bro, whatever—“ Wemmbu just laughs at him.

“I mean, you spent so much time obsessing over me,” Wemmbu continues, ignoring Ro’s spluttered indignation, “do you even know what my favourite colour is?”

“Hmm.” Ro takes a moment to take in the figure standing in front of him, with neon purple hair, nearly fully purple amethyst trims, and formal attire swathed in purple, fitted neatly underneath his cloak. “Let me guess. Purple?”

Wemmbu gasps a little, eyes widened for extra exaggerated effect. “How’d you know?”

Ro shrugs, stifling a laugh at the admittedly stupid joke. “Eh, I just had a hunch.”

He sits down on a nearby chest, head propped on his hands as Ro blinks at him. “What’s my favourite flower, then?”

She hesitates. “…The ones growing on you right now?” She guesses. “I don’t remember the name.” The shulkers at his feet sit long forgotten, and so do the strength pots still in his inventory. Whatever he’s trying to do is infinitely better than being jumped.

“You’d be… Correct! It’s an orange tulip, yeah.” Wemmbu cheers a little, amusement sparkling in his eyes. He leans in a little, like he’s treating Ro to some secret. “Do you know why it’s my favourite?”

She shakes her head a little, staring back at him. “Is it like a you and Derap thing, or…?”

Wemmbu shrugs, looking up at the stars. “Kind of. It’s the flower I had from the start of the server, when I got stranded in a cave and stuff. Actual trenches.”

“Dang.” Ro can’t help but smile a little. “I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“Okay, that’s because I’m not.” He giggles, plucking the petals off one of the soft tulips. “They were just what I was buried with.”

And. Well. Ro doesn’t even know what to say to that. Luckily, Wemmbu fills in the gap in the conversation seamlessly, gesturing for Ro to sit next to him. “Sooooo. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, man. Where do I start…”

Their talk afterwards is still guarded, of course: Ro never tells him much about Jumper and Rek, but indulges him when he asks about her past builds and experiences. Wemmbu just listens, occasionally butting in with ridiculous jokes and quips that Ro returns right back.

Wemmbu never tells her who he was meeting off the server either, though there was always a giddy look in his eye whenever he spoke about them. Ro teases him for it. Wemmbu just rolls his eyes.

They talk. They laugh. They talk more. Ro builds some kind of parkour in Mapicc’s castle for the hell of it, and Wemmbu almost bans himself on it because, quote end-quote, “he’s bored”. She’s never heard Wemmbu laugh so much before, and the sound is even sweeter in such close proximity.

But everything comes to a close eventually, and by the end of it all, the sun is already beginning to rise.

Wemmbu looks up to the lightening sky and sighs. “Welp. Looks like I should head out soon before people come back to spawn. Nice to meet you, Roshambo.”

Ro glances at him incredulously, getting up to leave as well. “Nice to meet…? Bro, you know me. And I know you, too — we’re not, like. Strangers.”

“You knew my name and who other people perceive me as,” Wemmbu points out. “That’s not really knowing me, is it?”

She thinks for a moment. “Well. I guess not, yeah.”

Wemmbu’s nose wrinkles a little, and he rummages through an ender chest for an elytra. “Bro, are you not gonna say it back? C’mon…”

Ro huffs a small laugh. “Alright, alright. Nice to meet you too, Wemmbu.”

“Hell yeah. Okay, bye.” He shakes open a pair of scaly wings, jet black and shimmering with enchantments. “See you, bro.”

Ro waves him off with a small smile, turning back toward his own shulkers. “See you, Wemmbu.”

[pseudosis]

› { ✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 ✦ } ๋ ࣭ ⭑ — 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

➺in which the blue spirit makes a bitch out of you one night.

(CW) — implied mentions of the mask being demonic, mask kink, outdoor sex, rope bondage, spanking, slapping, choking, multiple positions, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob (f. receiving), mouth spitting, dub-con, slight thing he does with your feet, hair pulling, begging, overstimulation, dirty talk, degradation, body worship, slight knife/blade kink, cervix kissing, squirting, sloppy kissing, rough sex, doggystyle, mating press, reverse cowgirl, multiple orgasms, sadism, mouth spitting, stomach bulge kink, slight blood, cum facial, deepthroating, panty licking, unprotected sex, zuko’s kinda ooc, dumbification?? dead dove DO NOT EAT, intense (im fr guys…).

➺word count ➤ 10k+

➺author’s note. oh em geez guys, i know yall missed me like HELLO, but at least i dropped the long awaited blue spirit fic LETS GOOOO !!!

Approaching you just on the edge of menacing had the ropes around your middle grow unnervingly tighter, the man’s chest just centimeters away from your nose made you gulp down your ego for a long moment. Eyes as big and watery as a helpless doe’s in the pathway of her hunter, you craned your neck upwards to look at the mask in the interpretation of a water spirit in the eyes. She couldn’t help her lips slightly parting mindlessly, no particular emotion caused this to happen, but you were mentally, stuck. This man, this…being, so daunting, you were currently in the care of a cold-blooded killer.

Your heart was now jammed in the midst of that throat, before you knew it, the blade of that sword threatened to put pressure hard enough until it broke proper skin. A long, white scratch marked itself down porcelain skin, flinching from the sharpened weapon your stomach churned desperately feeling adrenaline flood your entire body. Chest now rising and falling rather quickly as the urge to cry threatened to turn you vulnerable in front of something that fed off of vulnerability, hot tears burning everywhere around your eyelids.

His blade reached to the dead center of your chest, the swell of your breasts nestled neatly inside your bra had his curiosity piqued. Did you look scared? You couldn’t tell because his fucking face was hid behind that intimidating mask that concealed his every expression. His head only shifted to the left side, gesturing to curiosity.

You wanted to look down, and you made the mistake of actually acting on the thought, only earning you a slap across your face rather vehemently. His hand grabbed your neck to pin your head back to properly face him once more.

“So terrified, aren’t you? But I can tell you like this shit. You want me to slap you again don’t you?”

He hit you across your face again and you let yourself breakdown into streams of salty tears. The slap left a stinging sensation on your face in the shape of his hand, and then came another even harder that time holding your face from falling to the side from the pain. A groan of satisfaction reverberated from his chest you feel even just from very little distance between you two, he took pleasure in seeing you crying, hurt, all helpless.

Watching your gaze dart from his eyes quickly to his covered lips, her want more than apparent through her fat tears, he had to drop his sword just to use both of his hands on her. It fell plainly to the ground as he started to pull over his spirit mask to the side and pulled down the cloth mask to reveal his reddening nose and lips, taking a moment to breathe in and out her vanilla scent. Rolling his eyes back at his dick jolting roughly in his pants, another hand going to help squeeze down on your neck making you audibly choking in struggle.

A wad of spit flew to the back of your throat, the surprise of his lips on yours made your skin crawl all over, but in a way that an orgasm would. Tongues dancing all over each other sloppily sharing saliva, flattening out to rut on top of the other’s, sucking and going drunk on their heated kiss. Like some intoxicating sanctuary for arousal, growing hotly aware of each other’s bodies, desires, breath, and mouths. He had you trapped wholly on the bark of the tree, fucking your mouth with his tongue by overpowering the fight for complete control.

You moaned as you couldn’t help but to start humping one out with the press of your thighs using the little room you had to move around, feeling a strand of saliva falling down off of your mouth and slipping down the side of your chin. Once another slap hit the side of your face, you whined against his lips in audible protest at the pain. You couldn’t even tell him to stop as he started to lick over your teeth and bite down on your plush bottom lip.

Closing your eyes, thinking it was best to shove everything he was doing to you down and hoping that this was just some horrible wet dream. You were well into your marriage with your more than loving husband Zuko, missing him so badly, wishing he was here to save you from this. Hopefully he’d understand, this was all just an act for some information, not love or interest. In fact you were disgusted by the audacity and ignorance of this heartless man.

But yet, when his rugged thumbs pressed into the crooks of her neck while his lips mingled with hers in a lewd kiss, it was like he meant everything even in silence. God, it all went too fucking fast, legs now being forced apart by his knee to knead your pussy through your robes. Your panties were more than sticky with your essence smeared all over the seat and beyond as if you had wet yourself.

Biting your lip to hold back some mellow noises from falling from that pretty mouth, he thrusted his knees up and down your clit directly, making you curl your body against the ropes.

“Don’t hold it back, let that shit out.”

He pressed his body on yours to squish you between his weight and the tree, keeping his firm hold to bruise the base of your throat. With a light pop, your lip jutted out from the bite force of your teeth, mewling needily and spreading your legs wider than before. Breath coming out in a rugged manner, you let more tears fall over down your warm cheeks as you prepare to use your voice.

“Can- I please be untied?”

Silence fell over the space shared between you two, your questions ringing in your own ears as to how quiet it had gone in the matter of seconds. She didn’t want to ask again as hesitation crept over her mind, not sure what to do at that moment.

Suddenly, the sound of his blade slashing across something caused your breath to hitch loudly on the verge of screaming from his sword swinging in your direction. However, you remained unharmed as the rugged material of the ropes loosened and fell in a pile on the ground with a heavy thud. You wanted to say something, anything at the impromptu action made to free you from the confines of your bounds against the tree.

Ultimately nothing was said to him as he attacked you with his relentless kissing yet for another time in a row, hands going to your neck and pinning you down stubbornly backwards to rest on the erratic bark. You were lifted up until he readjusted to place his hips to keep you in place and one of your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. He licked up into your heated mouth, tasting the wet and warm insides behind those kiss swollen lips, softly letting his tongue fight against yours like before.

Muffled noises came from the both of you, repeatedly parted with a nice filthy pop and reconnected over and over until the couple grew dizzy and twice as excited. Her breath left caught in her throat as he bounced her up and down to grind fully on his knee and parts of his thigh, holding onto his shoulders then groaning deeply. Her breasts delicately jumped with every movement, tempting his mind to pull them out and put them both in his mouth.

You couldn’t help but to let your arms snake around his back and muffle your nose into the crook of his neck. His scent was so uncannily familiar to Zuko’s, his night cologne he wore just a hint of before bed, the one you loved to just indulge in whenever you two cuddled up together during the middle of the night.

The front of your robes had a more than obvious wet spot in it by now, but you yearned for a more delicious friction against his thigh as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your lips went to his to share saliva back and forth among your mouths, hips speeding up in the movements you made to finally cum all in your thin panties.

“Hah- mmm, I’m about to cumm.”

He let his hands advance to your hips, digging his fingertips into her hips to rock them back and forth towards her finish, prompting out progressively louder keens of pleasure each time. Tiny beads of tears bubbled up around the outermost corners of her eyes feeling her sopping wet clit grow more than overstimulated. Nails griping and clawing at the back of his dark attire as she would if that was his bare back itself, leaving long red marks in protest.

“Do it then, I’ll lick all of it out the seat of your panties, shamelessly.”

Arching your back forward to press even harder against his own body, you threw your head back, whining so loudly in testament to the intensity of your climax. Your juices flowed out freely into your underwear, a damp mix of everything that exerted out of you deliriously now falling down from between your thighs down to your feet.

He let you sink back onto your two feet steadily on the ground, although slightly wavering, you stood at your height much shorter than his. A hand of his went to start undoing the knots in your robe, letting everything fall in a lifeless pile onto the forest floor. You felt worry build up in your heart at the sight of him licking his lips at your exposed state, catching a stray trail of your white cum falling down from the inside of your thigh.

Sticks and underbrush crackled underneath his boots as he walked up to tower over you threateningly, putting a hand to palm over your sex through your undergarments. She wanted to step back feeling a little bit violated from his sudden actions, but then he patted his hand against it, making a wet squelching noise.

“Who the hell even are you?!”

A gloved finger went to his lips, gesturing to her to be quiet.

“On your knees f’me.”

Rolling your eyes with a weighted sigh, your legs buckled forward to let your body rest back on your knees. He took off his gloves letting those too fall to the ground, long and pale fingers with rough tips and palms, veins present on the back of them through his translucent skin. Going to undo his utility belt, its buckle snapped open with a loud metallic sound, his hand held it up before his fingers snapped open and let the heavy material land with a dull thud.

It was off, and soon he hiked up his shirt to show off his body underneath his black layers of clothing, a full set of intricately carved abs that rolled under his skin with each flex. Your eyes couldn’t help but to glance down to observe him pulling down his pants enough to pull out the arm of pure dick he held that rested just behind his fly.

It was massive and you had to gulp down the lump in your throat, feeling another wave of tears overcoming your eyes. He spit on it, letting his right hand guide it to bob up and down feeling its total weight in the palm wrapped around it. It was pushed to hit the side of your face, a light sting in the aftershock of the impact. It made you sharply hiss at the blunt pain in surprise, his hand quickly grabbing your face to make you look him into the eyes of his mask.

“The mask is up here baby, not down there. Move your eyes any further down, and you won’t get anything more than a look at it.”

How could you explain the fact that your heart now dropped to the pits of your stomach, he was now attempting to press his solid tip past your swollen lips, covering them in his bitter, slick precum. Soon it slowly protruded past your tongue, then going to slam at the back of your throat until your head hit the tree behind you. Your gag reflex immediately reacted, leaving you a coughing and crying mess around his sheer size.

“Breathe.”

Two fistfuls of your hair was taken roughly into his hands, before you knew it your throat was being fucked into unforgivingly. Sounds of choking, sucking, and smacking could be heard as far as a few yards away. Your sounds of putting up a fight against his thrusts had you sputtering and gargling down his thin strings of bitter precum. His pelvis now smacking down brashly on your face, only further encouraging you to cry senselessly.

The man above you slowed down greatly to shove two fingers to further open your mouth to make room for him to add in his balls at the same time. You had to keep your eyes on him otherwise you needed them closed because he wasn’t going to make this go any faster if he doesn’t want to fuck you over a petty mistake. Seeing your neck swell from his girth made him throw his head back, groaning in pure want, his toes curling in his boots as he ground out his whole sex into what felt like wet pussy.

“Hot damn.”

Letting your head twist and turn in each direction as he allowed for you to go at your own pace, slurping, and swallowing down his cock in your windpipe effortlessly. Tongue flicking the underside of his balls as you moaned leisurely to send vibrations shooting up his spine, he began to moan himself. Your nails dug into his thighs as thick webs of saliva accumulated from his sex and your chin, sticking all to the lower half on your face. His balls slipped out your mouth with a racy squelch, leaving his dick for you to go to work on with both of your soft hands.

Squeezing the base of it firmly while you sucked him off until strings of spit started to mess all over your face, hollowing out your cheeks as you made space to push him completely back inside. Breathing through your nose steadily you let your throat constrict around him, opening and closing up around it to bring him so deathly close to his finish. He exhaled laboriously once you pulled off to give special attention to his balls, fitting it all into your mouth without much hesitation.

She swished them around in her mouth, tongue pushing them against one cheek, sucking them there for a moment and switching out repeatedly. His dick rested on your cheek for the time she stayed below it, taking the texture of precum and saliva to pump him to completion. He shook uncontrollably the longer time went on, the soul being vacuumed straight out of him.

Bubbles of all kinds building up around the base of his cock, it glistening in the moonlight from becoming so vulgarly soaked in it all. She brought both hands back up to it again to stroke him at the pace she bobbed her head up and down on his sex, movements swiftly following each other in perfect synchronization. Taking a quick second to take in a proper breath of fresh air, she pulled the spit off with her messy hands and wrapped them on his balls, pulling downwards on them as her puckered lips kissed on his tip.

Left slack-jawed, he grabbed her hair again to yank back and fuck himself into until her head couldn’t move anywhere but forward. Lips practically touched his hips as he moved with such vigor, so much passion, he couldn’t hold back all the sexually charged noises and words that fell from his scowl. Thin strings of his own impatient spit began to fall slightly from his mouth from having it open for so long, he was above you like some crazed animal, forehead resting on the tree’s bark, feeding his dick to you until he had nothing else to give.

The sweat slipped off of his hunched over chest and onto your forehead with a tiny smack, he didn’t care, all he cared for was his impending orgasm that he still hasn’t decided whether it’ll go in your mouth or on your fucked up face. You opened your eyes and shifted your view to his exposed nose and mouth, he was grunting out hot puffs of air and his nose was red with the relentlessness running through his veins.

His abs flexed under his burning flesh, dick spasming erratically and climax only a few swallows away.

“Look at me woman, this is all you right here.”

With one final violation just beyond your uvula, he pulled his dog wet cock out to paint your face in nothing but cum. Coming out in huge spurts of thick essence, warm and fresh as it landed over your cheeks, your mouth, lashes and shooting far enough to land in your hair. You gasped taking every bit that was in your mouth down your throat and into your system, relishing in its taste as there was so much of it, some came jerking out your nose.

Some of it littered in acute spots on her cleavage, it felt like you came completely untouched from giving him the biggest orgasm he would ever experience in his life. Soon enough his dick was back inside your creamy mouth, eliciting a distressed subtle burp to stimulate his nerves and your jaw popped slightly from the stretch.

You were possibly never going to recover from that burp honestly.

Without warning, your mouth was left empty and bare once more like it had been just moments prior. A charged silence fell over the atmosphere, taking advantage of the opportunity to recollect yourself after the abuse done to your throat. Laying your head on the tree to rest the throbbing pain starting to overwhelm all your thinking, you silently hoped to be let free. All you wanted now is some good sleep and to shove this nightmare down into the back of your mind.

The sound of something being dragged across the dead sandy dirt of the forest floor piqued your interest, it was the long snake of rope that he was pulling over by a far skinnier tree, starting to saw it into a smaller piece by quickly scrubbing it around the tree.

“…what are you doing now?” Your voice had long gone all hoarse and tattered from the brutal fuck you had just received moments ago.

“Trying to cut this rope down.”

“Couldn’t you just use the damn sword? You did it earlier.”

He indeed stopped midway through, noticing that the tree’s smoother surface did no good for breaking the rope’s thick material. His head craned over to notice the abandoned sword he’d thrown on the ground earlier, and leaned over to pick it up.

It didn’t take much to cut the material with the flesh-tearing sharpness of his blade on the sword, it cut through like it was a piece of paper. The rest fell to the ground, and he approached you again to make sure that it was enough to keep your wrists securely bound together. The man guided your arms to come together behind your back, his nose inches away from your ear had anticipation crawling up your neck. Ropes were constricting around your wrists once more, a hand going to gently correct your soft, obedient gaze to meet his mask, lips now meeting yours but in a different way this time.

The kiss, unhurried and deep as he ran his tongue over the inside of your cheeks, the wet smack and thin string of saliva you saw when you two parted kickstarted a low beating sensation to pound in between your thighs.

“Is that how your husband kisses you? Or do I do it better?”

You didn’t answer as you felt your cheeks go all hot, an uninterested visage playing on your face. His hand grabbed your neck to redirect your vision towards him again, pressure settling over your throat that made your vision swim at the corners. You stayed tight lipped, eyes glazed over with a pinkish shade from all the crying you’d done that night.

“I’m tired of you treating me like this, please.”

“Why can’t I toy with you, isn’t that what he does as well?”

Frustrating built up in your body pretty quickly as you couldn’t help but to cry. His hands trailing down your torso, one sliding to your back to undo the latches of your bra accordingly. They snapped open with your breasts falling a little bit from almost being entirely freed from its confines. His hand trailing back to the mounds of soft flesh, cupping them in his rough palms then pressing them together.

His fingers pinched your pert nipples harshly, twisting them in opposite directions just to see you groan in pain. Body twitching and convulsing from his teasing only a bastard himself would implicate against the Firelady herself, she deserved to be given what she demanded at all times, seeing that this really was some nuisance against the Fire Nation.

Pulling away, his presence retreated from your body, he stripped his clothes off except his mask and the full coverage mask beneath that one. Using his clothes to rest his head on as he moved towards the elongated surface of a jet black tarp.

You definitely hadn’t noticed it was there but it sure as hell could be related to how dark the scenery in the natural environment was at night. In the moonlight illuminating over but a small spotty portion of the clearing, you could see him gesturing to come closer to him, and once you did he pulled you to rest on top of his hips. His dick was now resting in between your stomachs, you going in for a lazy kiss but soon pushed away to prevent your mouths from meeting.

“Straddle me the other way, I want you to ride me.”

You sighed, complying to his demands with your ass now facing him and your tied up hands in his reach. He tapped your side lightly, guiding you to lift your lower half up to take a finger and adjust your panties over to the side. His tongue darted out to lick over his lips indulging in the sight of your slick cunt, middle fingers going to get a curious feel of that drooling slit deliberately. Forcing air from your parched throat, it felt heavenly the way his digits worked on you deliciously, letting your body instinctively lower forward to give him total access.

His left hand grabbed your ass, pushing it up to watch how that pussy just spreads like melted butter for him, milky white essence readily nestled inside her tight entrance. You were so warm and inviting, made him half deliriously lick a stripe up the two wet fingers, then going to break past the thin barrier to your inner walls. They swam through your body, diving in deep to search for the perfect angle to curl up and pinch on that sweet spot. Those damned fingers had your mind short circuiting, thinking little of regret and Zuko, more of clenching up on soon to be hard dick.

His fingertips were nearly digging themselves into your gummy walls, drawing out screwed noises from your nose in deep huffs. The work his skilled digits put in had your pussy gaping and watering, everything that came from you going thick and slimy.

“This is the kind of pussy you don’t ever wanna pull out of.”

She threw her ass back on him, grinding her fat lips back and forth across his lower stomach, juices slicking up his skin filthily. He yanked on your underwear until its threading started to pop apart, pulling his digits out from inside of you to truly rip the thin piece of fabric into two. The pitifully torn apart panties went straight to his perverted mouth, relishing ravenously as he lapped up every bit of your waking runny cum to feed his hunger for you. Wrapping his tongue until it curled almost inhumanly around the cotton, putting his mouth to use sucking in anything he might’ve missed with the latter.

Holding your breath as you see him throwing the ruined piece of cotton somewhere off to the side, pushing you further into an arch with your cheek squished on top of his thighs.

Three fingers were inserted amidst your entrance again, practically digging out for your orgasm to bulge from you. Your toes couldn’t help but to curl closed as he hit your g spot back to back with the crest of long fingers, scissoring, cutting through silk flesh to find the deepest possible point in you. The fingers divided apart until only a soft pink could be in his view, feeding in a completely separate finger from his other hand to be consumed up behind your sobbing clit.

Oh and the wanton sob that came from your lips had you writhing in preparation of the wet heat pooling at the bottom of your pelvis, slim jets of your arousal bolting out of you excitedly. Your body jolted at the feeling going from a light, sporadic sensation, to full on squirting out all over his abdomen and fingers. She took every single stroke back into her professionally, making him think about how much her husband beat her into this experienced, helpless little thing. The fluids pooled on the tarp around the shape of his body, taking the hand proding into her out to pick up her foot and lick over the heel.

He pushed the swell of her heel in between his lips, a wet suctioning kiss on it, leaving a ring of his saliva on it. Lifting it higher, he could properly sweep his tongue through her toes wetly, it was an unfamiliar stir, but god it was a welcome one. The palm of his right hand pulled out with a satisfactory popping sound, to rub through the folds of her clit and then massaging it all out to make her squirt even harder. Voice pitching even higher from her jerking thighs, you came so hard it thought you’d pass out right then and there. It boiled over in you while he scrubbed your pussy through your messy climax, growing hot enough to hump in timing with his rough palm.

His head fell back with a thud once he moved his mouth away from your foot, sending a nasty slap to the side of your ass which jolted you from whatever post orgasmic bliss you were entranced in.

“Come ride this dick like you mean it.”

Breathing in, she pulled herself onto her feet, both planted flat on the ground as he pushed his cock forward to slide in between her messy lips, finally finding where their connection would be met with a mutually pleased noise. She rose her hips up higher to properly sink down on the solid length of his shaft, shuddering once feeling that uncomfortable pop inside a ways in past her entrance.

By trained instincts she encircled her hips around to slide down low enough until her skin met his own, going heated and blushed over with a tame plop downwards. He hissed, hands sliding back up her bottom to bury his fingernails in the soft figure of her sides, chest tightening to keep himself together so as to not blow the last of him all over her walls. The man underneath you was struggling to keep from falling apart in that snug embrace, your pussy fit his dick in like some sopping wet glove. And when you rose up to let it come back out, immediately being met with the cool, natural air once more, he groaned tethering on the edge of a long moan.

Damn.

Hoarding yourself up and down with your hands tied behind your back was a talent, each individual wet plummet setting its pace, its own intensity. You cursed, pulling a lip in to sink your teeth down into to censor any obscene noises from actually coming out of you. The tips of his digits began to press stinging marks over your flesh, guiding those utterly perfect movements to stay in one particular area that had your eyes shooting open and his hips rutting upwards.

He held you up and spurred on the overall pace like you were a toy fleshlight, using your smaller body to now fuck into as impatience gnawed at him. Your cunt was like some damned fever dream for him, rocking his burning hot need deep in the confines of what felt like fresh silk surrounding it. Massaging his straining cock with the cavity sweet blessing you had right there between your thighs, smoothing out the savory momentum they had set in the heat of the moment. Your clit was split apart on it, allowing for him to bounce you greedily on his solid dick, molding you into whatever he pleased with his limited time to really use you.

The sheer fucking size of his girth was arching against the front of your stomach at this point, churning your insides down into the cream currently getting milked out and flowing down the details of his veins. It twitched, rolling under your abdomen on the clear cut path to tipping off the edge into a cutting finish. The being below you was practically choking on his own sounds, groaning voraciously, his feet dug through the dirt to support his ardent passions being bullied dead into your womb. It deemed impossible to restrain the raw sense of rapture in her voice, he was changing actively to something wildly more perverse, the flames originally burning in the pits of her stomach now raging amidst your throat. Dick and balls beating the underside of your crying pussy, clenching only encouraged an onslaught of molten eroticism to just spill out of your body as it pleased.

Breathing grew all uneven, voice eliciting itself into gruff, coughed up delirium, a thread in him snapped as he did pushing your body forward for you to end up face first in the middle of plain dirt. For one it hurt like hell, his palm squishing your face down to restrain you against the forest floor, thinking was it really that hard to be a gentleman and lay you down on the tarp instead. But, you guess that was just his way of dirty fucking. Brutishly sloshing around your guts into a syrupy pulp against the actual ground itself. It only added to his animalistic way of handling you, the skin over the area to which he made burning contact with now ran over numb from the repetitive slaps.

An ecstatic moan ripped from your throat, coming in timing with your body bucking back against his toned pelvis, ricochets reverberating throughout your body hard enough to rattle your bones.

“Nasty fucking slut, just no cleaner than the ground you lay on.”

Above you, a huffing savage who’s ministrations fed on your protests and dry keens, rendering you at complete loss of control. A slap forced you from closing your eyes, cheeks growing puffier by the tears, the rough dirt scrubbing your face, and jab he happened to sneak in between advances.

“All loose and beaten up, just dirty.”

Those hands went to squeeze over at the base of your neck again just as before, hooking two other fingers from each hand in your mouth to yank your drool glazed lips apart. His grip raised your head up from the ground, nails practically prodding in through the soft meat of your mouth, propelling your all to slam back flush on his body.

He was so nauseatingly consistent, even when holding your mouth open to toy around with your sleek tongue. At this point, he is playing with you. Long fingers busying themselves in your heat behind a pair of lips, your own lips, complying eagerly to all of his controlling whims, feeding into his own pleasure. Body’s own heat boiling over at the impact of his cock impaling and trudging open your constricting walls, the moment your head was strung back to meet the vision of that god forsaken water spirit mask had your eyes blurring with fresh tears.

You couldn’t see a thing and that scared you, pondering the face that could be behind the mask, if there even was a face at all. For all you knew, this could’ve been something much more inhumane with how he thrived off of his own taste for hurting you, but it seemed destined for what you desired since your orgasm conjured up at the back of your throat. You could lavish it on the back of your palate since it was so in reach from your world being rocked into next week by him.

The merciless nature exulting from his body manifested itself into his lurches forward until he couldn’t go any deeper. Your body prepared its own response to the splitting climax you were about to hit, making your vision swim in and out in the same routine as his seemingly endless onslaught.

She jerked and twisted in his hold, her entirety went overwhelmingly hot, soon ending in a cry so loud that caused birds to emerge from the treetops. It all flowed down warmly, creamy juices retreated towards the base of his dick and down his scrotum. The moment was blindingly surreal for her, stars dancing and flashing at the back of her vision.

“Fucking pussy is just…”

His hips slowed to a smooth pace, the stream of pure fluids flushing out of your system in pure ecstasy, leaving you a crying and shaking heep on the ground. Soon enough you were left empty again, dick slowly retreating with a wet pop, hole visibly clenching and bullied open into less than what it was before. You huffed out, back relaxing for a moment as now you had a good moment to yourself in your head. Your ass throbbed so hard it felt as though he happened to push his entirety inside and ravage there instead.

Heat radiated over the surface of your flesh in an instant, his burning hot skin gone sticky from labored sweat peeking through his pores, a textured palm going to rub out your biting, red marks punched into your sensitive flesh. Sensitivity heightened to degree where it truly stung to even have his mindful touch on you at all, inaudibly hissing and hands balling to closed fists.

Running an assertive hand from the swell of your ass, over your back, and to the hardness the back of your skull was, he shoved your face to bury in the hard dirt. Your bottom lip burst open from the mean impact, not failing in getting a winded protest to fall short from your vocals.

“Oh please, I’m sure you receive plenty of gentle treatment all the time. You’ll be just fine.”

“F-fuck, you…!”

At the remark he breathed out a faint laugh, smiling lazily while glaring down at his right, free hand wrapping around his still solid base. Mouth right above it perfectly to usher out a ball of his own spit to fall out and land on its surface with a smack. Wrists tied together in a knot so tight, making the blood running cold in your hands had the churn in your stomach pump harder than ever. So caught up in the sounds of your heart beating rather blaringly loud in your ears, you almost couldn’t feel him kneading the tip of his cock back through your opening.

He pulled his lower body back to give your pussy a few hard taps, fat lips dribbling its contents on his dick in slender strings. Relishing in the sleek movements across your clit with his sex left you rolling your hips, moreover, conjuring up any possible noises from the carnal friction enacting itself at the crest of your thighs.

“Your husband’s better than me. Pussy like this deserves to be all kinds of knocked up. You’d stay that way.”

Tugging back on the rope that bound your hands back, you gasped being lifted back up in a sitting position, sitting back on the plastic tarp in anticipation. Barely registering the fact that he got up from the ground to stand up proudly in front of your taken aback expression, your head moved to squash your lips over a particularly toned area of his athletic thighs with a guidance of his own hand.

Digits entangling themselves through the texture of your hair, dragging your experienced mouth along every ridge and swell on his lower body. Submitting yourself to taste the salinity of his surely drying sweat, tongue riding the curve of his inner legs then firmly licking a longing stripe up his balls.

The roll of his head backwards signaled that he really enjoyed that, hips asserting close enough until your nose was dipping in his skin.

“Worship me. Just like that.”

Traveling your ways over the underside of his dripping cock, your tongue swept up a dollop of his precum once finding your way at the peak of his sex. Taking in its bland taste had you cringing hopelessly, his hand prodded your head forward to prompt you to keep going with your mouth. Opening his legs further away to get a good stance when being taken wholly into your mouth for a second time, your lips hugged him in a way that had the man babbling incoherently, bottoming out deep in your throat.

Bobbing back and forth steadily prior to being suddenly held down completely up to his hips, and soon you were yanked back with a nice noise that mocked that a wet kiss. It took you by surprise when his dick visibly twitched up for a split second, smashing your face back up on his privates and scrubbing them meekly over your scrunched features. Length bumping up over your nose, dragging his all until his need found itself hard underneath your chin. His spillage glazed over your face and even moistened his previous dried cum back to substance, unable to help himself, he slightly lifted the weight in his hand to allow for it to pop back down on your face.

It’s heavy resting on your face undeniably. A massive thing indeed, girth going as thick as one of your closed fists alone, solid enough to slap a bruise in your skin as it pleased. Painful wasn’t a word good enough to cut how much it stung to be hit with the damn thing, beating over one cheek and moving to the other as a way to degrade and taunt you of your current position against him. Looking up to face the mask’s frozen expression, carnal exasperations coughing up and out in the form of faintly legible words. He was ranting to himself about all the horrible things he was to reenact with you, vulgar fantasies coming about the harder and harder he hammered your face with it, as if attempting to break you.

“Looking up at me with those eyes. You gonna cry or something?”

Mocking your souring attitude, spit followed shortly after the words clearly intending to slice a wound to your ego. Landing directly in the valley between your eye and nose bridge, then going to jut his bulbous tip right in the spot where it landed, “Damn slut, letting me do as I want with her.”

He sucked in the heat of the air formulating in the little space between his face and the enclosed mask, it grew tighter and unbearably hot each time he huffed out worked exhales. Smearing a mess on her unresponsive face became unfathomably addictive, her passivity praised his need for control, his control over her, knowing she could do nothing more with the situation. Not much longer did it stay to a tame endeavor, coming undone with sprouting restlessness in efforts to meet his nearing culmination.

Blood in his very being running freezing cold everywhere else, only to boil up in the size his hand currently encompassed. Muscles contracting, throat closing up; tugging on his dick as frantically as he did let the desperation flood his head irrevocably. It was as though the flames of his desire could blow up his body right then and there in front of her, wallowing noises climbing louder with each and every stroke traveling from the curvature of his heavy base to the round tip. Taking a handful of your hair to haul you backward enough to his own liking, taking the time to spit in your mouth from above as soon as it jerked open at the time.

“Beg for me to creampie that mouth, and I mean it.”

You weren’t sure how much more humiliating it all could get, by now your pride had diminished and so did the upperhand you always thought you possessed over this jarring tryst. Breaking in the tears that housed in your eyes for a hot minute followed in suit as long rows of yearning, weeping but staying true to his demands for your begs. All of your words leaving your lips as would honey from its container, all sweet and meaningful to showcase that you didn’t not want what he could give to you, but rather, you needed it. Soaking up your assurances, further affirming the wake of his raw lust.

So many different tied together pleas looked and sounded gorgeous on your lips to him, having you pray up to him for even an ounce of his cum to touchdown in your mouth. As his breathing quickened, went on his palm snapping up and down on himself in such an inhumane fashion. Reducing down to his lowest, unfiltered self, canines flashing from behind his waning pair of scarlet-turned lips. Terrifying noises of impenitent, consuming animalism had your heart working in the way it would if you were staring evil down right into its eyes.

And when it came, you could undoubtedly feel its intensity in the form of its warmth. A bit of it even caught itself in the gravity of your intake of breath, leaving you to hunch your body over, coughing profusely to the point of pain.

To him, it felt as though his head had popped off and flown away in the breeze. He’d come so hard it left him in a fit of pleasure, there was nothing of his left to give and his muscles tried to push and push as though it was still something haunting deep inside of him to expel.

Coming down took real work, grounding yourself proved to be difficult when you feel as though the world around you was in a fit of rotation. He knew the woman below him was waiting in tight suspense on what his next move or words would be, he, definitely wasn’t in suspense of his own actions moving forward. He craved to be buried inside you precisely one more time prior to cutting you loose back into the encasing wilderness that was the forest. To have you folded back until your toes would taste the bare ground, to have your face contorted in nothing but immense, yet suffocating ecstasy. Leaving you a ugly mess leftover from sardonic perversion, realistically you’d have to drag yourself through the forest in order to get back to where you came from.

Hearing you sniffling faintly signaled to him that you’ve overcome that little coughing fit from his essence traveling down the wrong way. Angling his head so much as to lower his view back down to his now semi-hard dick he gave it a firm squeeze, prompting himself to drop back down to position himself on his knees.

“You gonna give it t’me one more time doll?”

There lied a certain softness, intimacy, in his voice. Vastly different than it had ever been in all the other times he had spoken to you. It reminded you so much of Zuko, and it brought up all those feelings of him truly so impossible to ignore. It pained your heart and left your throat all knotted up. You missed him so much, wishing he could come save you and plant nothing short of reassurance you that everything’s going to be alright.

Assuming the position to lay flat against your back, you attempted to reimagine the erratic plastic laid over sticks and rocks to be the silk sheets that made up the landscape of you and your husband’s king sized bed. You overridden the feel of the cool outside air to be the comfortable warmth that could only somehow be found in your private chamber. Tuning out the distant sound of the natural world to be of easy silence, letting the hands that now guide your legs back to the sides of your head play the part of Zuko, the only man you could ever feel the sense of love and admiration for.

All stretched back and exposed, you could describe in total detail that this felt like the death of your strength. Mouth falling slack at the sensation of two fingers soothing your clit, a rather flaccid feel of a dick trying to prod itself fully into you. The man hovering over you grunted in disatisfaction at his sex softening to such a degree where it was a struggle to push it in. But to his surprise, his tip caught on your clit just right and descended down in between the slippery walls of your canal with such ease and experience. Leaving you to gasp, arching your body up off of the ground meeting against his damp skin.

This was a new experience, he was only half hard inside of her and it was a whole different story than when it was properly erect and rigid. He had to work himself back up to that state after running himself clean and dry from finishing so violently to the point of light-headedness and a slight stomach cramp. You didn’t know how to put together thoughts on how this felt, as it was something surreal to have steadily pumping back and forth through you. But something about how you would clench around his need made his arousal flood back in through the flow of blood in his body, fullness surely returning his size that’ll leave no crook in her pussy empty.

His nose bumped against hers as he adjusted himself to press his upper body strength in his hands to weigh down her legs even further, digging her knees back into the tarp’s material. Your walls were being actively spread apart from him growing his size within you in real time, and god, did your eyes just collapse to the back of your head from being utterly overwhelmed.

The sheer energy of his found itself everywhere around you, breathing you in shamelessly, like fresh air after nearly drowning in deep waters. His hips started to beat a rhythm on your ass even harder, forcing a loud ‘fuck!’ from the depths of your lungs, like a borderline scream. Want overtook his cloud of judgment as he let his dick work into places you never thought were reachable in the depths of your core, taking those legs of yours even farther away from each other to achieve a better angle.

And catching one allowed for a sort of growl to fly up directly out of his soul, taking a deep seat in that pussy made a man taste the better part of insanity momentarily. Every single time he found himself letting his dick rut a depraved message of sin into you, the act never bores his truest interests. Molding him into some pussy-whipped asshole, eliciting all those worked noises of incoherence based at the back of his throat.

Scrambling for the words only conjured a burning sensation to throb in every muscle that could flex and loll beneath his skin, craving to say something that’ll leave you gasping for more. Yet, it only seemed that the damn idea alone made him do all the gaping and mental begging for all that this good can offer. Fucking you with the vigor and classlessness of a barbarian, the very real sound of skin clapping aginst more skin. Nothing but the sound of desperate, soaked sex, mingling breathing of laborious desire for what the other could give up once that time comes.

“Stand tall in it, you animal.”

Now he found himself pressing his forehead directly on top of yours, eyes giving you an unrelenting look of irritation, you never pulled your gaze away from him even though your heart was knocking directly on the front of your chest as though it could burst any minute.

“I don’t think you know who the fuck you’re talking to like that.”

Making true emphasis on his statement, he sped up so inhumanly faster, urging your toes to separate, dropping your head to lie flat upon the crumpled plastic while you took every thrust like a professional. Voice inching towards the very edge of giving out from the amount of time you’ve spent sobbing and crying to heavens, the loudest you’ve ever been during sex happens when to be with some man in the middle of a clearing in a forest. A tremor spread throughout your all in the likeness of a epidemic, quaking from being shaken so hard your body can’t help but to have such a visceral reaction.

A twitch of him kissed directly into the sweetest of spots found right at the roof of your sex, tied hands of yours left your nails digging across the texture of the tarp that supported your bodies letting a long scratch sync up with a long moan. Drinking up your every sound only fueled the energy, the desire, to go on to fucking you wide open. He loved that little crack of your voice when his dick would bottom fully out in you, that bite of his tip on your cervix made your body just pause around him. As if your blood would freeze over for a moment’s notice, your body going into this brief state of paralysis, the mental block would leave you all types of breathless and stagnant.

Your lower body instinctively jerked upwards to meet his hips in perfect unison, you couldn’t help it, when the pressure bubbled up in the pits of your stomach it was a losing game trying to control yourself from chasing that sensation down. It was hot behind your slit, pressing your muscles out to allow for whatever it was that wanted to come out, to flow out as it pleased. You couldn’t tell if you honestly needed to pee, or if it was that other bit that told a long story of how good at fucking you he really was. Whatever it was, it’s contents were seeping out in gentle streams down the curve of your bottom to catch in between the connection of your back and the plastic.

His own body had him feel the pressure of his own load usher itself in, ready for that pleading event of finally climaxing like he hadn’t in years. That slick mess that made up between your thighs only aided all that blood to pool in the right areas, where he wanted them the most, in the places where you would love them the best. Veins popping through his skin were the best part of him being seated all inside you, you could feel their very shapes snaking down to the base, meeting back to his pelvis where they disappeared behind a short bush of dark hairs.

Chasing pleasure as if it’ll slip through the spaces of their fingers, both of them left in wonder at the type of emotions they were able to bring up and out of the other. She knew his strength wavered as time went on with him trying to put off this image that he couldn’t tire, his head slipped off of hers falling to rest to the right of her, parting his lips to get a good lick of her neck. Her taste made him see black and blue behind his eyelids once his eyes closed up, sliding his taste buds leisurely from behind your ears driving it downwards to make it to the dip that was your collarbones.

Using a relaxed hand to guide your head even further away from that curious mouth of his to gain better access to the current half of your neck he was on. Sucking in the thin layer of skin that was pulled taut over your jugular, tracing the outline of its shape with such precision and dedication, it made you clench from how much it caused a warm throb to situate itself right between the folds that made up her middle.

He switched to the other side of her throat, leaning her head in the opposite direction and ravishing it dearly, he was so sure being drunk off of a woman proved to be very much possible. Planting his dick in that consistent area where he was so pleased to find when he first slid deep into you, leaving him breathless and oh, so damn ready to drill through that orgasm he craved so badly.

“Good fucking agni…”

You couldn’t possibly measure how much energy you left in you to continue letting this man to fuck you like he did, so exhausted and yet all you were there doing was laying down and taking it all. Inch by inch, stroke by stroke, beads of sweat turned to full on trails coming down from the top of your forehead, in the name of the heat the both of you have radiating off of your entangled bodies. Truly, it was a spectacle, it went on and on and on as though the act itself would see no end in its game, your hands had fallen asleep and gone numb from being laid on top of them for so long.

Submitting to his whims for the moment so that he’d let you leave later, sputtering and fighting to breathe in fresh air as he was now pressed in deep on your cervix, fucking you so far out of your common sense your brain started to short-circuit into but a stir of him. At this point no legible words could be recognized within the splurge of syllables and noises that would flow seamlessly out, heated and unfiltered fighting beyond the cold, still atmosphere that was the evening.

By Agni himself, all the warmth that made up the internals of your frame sank down at such a sudden rate you saw shapes and patterns flickering at you behind your eyelids. He removed that steady grip from the back of your knees to grab a fist full of the heavy tarp material to keep up with the general force he set for himself, feeling his body starting to crack from the pressure of his own standards. But he needed to take advantage of that power trip you gave him, hands tied back, folded into a position that oozed nothing but submission towards him, you were so helpless and it made him want to finish using you in the way that he pleases.

Your canines latched onto his shoulder, dipping completely down in the flexed muscles that made it up. Stomach caving in on itself as you allowed most of your body to embrace the weakness of getting closer and closer to your high, also due to the exhaustion intermingling with everything else. Such a dizzying encounter reducing you down to near delirium, all that he would supply you with in the form of giving never failed to make you but a mound clay, eager to be meshed and molded by the whims of predilection.

Meekness overcame his spirit, you could interpret that in the way he kissed you so suddenly. Intuitively, you accepted the kiss with open arms, parting your lips enough for it to traverse head first into a proper kiss. Tongues gnawing upon one another in a knot of attraction that consumed the both of them, placing the two in nothing but their own little bubble of ardor.

The unshakable tension of that home stretch just before finishing rocked their entire conscience, strings of a mixed mess from the continuous spill of essence connected their hips and popped apart once he moved too far back. The both of them contributing to the sizable puddle made up of nothing short of enthusiasm, ardency, even a sort of unbridled dedication.

Eyes snapping open at a particular point in the height of it all, you breathed out a long cry of urgency, a profound sense enveloping you at the time he punched down into you at a certain point. His hips were coming at you even more vehemently than before, ricocheting his dick in between the inner reaches of your guts beyond what your mind could even comprehend at the time. If your hands weren’t bound, they’d fly to his back, nails anchoring themselves into his bulky flesh as a testament of nothing but raw satisfaction. His stomach laid itself on top of yours and he could feel his own dick snapping back and forth against the front of your abdomen, the swell of his sex licking down your insides with a certain fervor that left him utterly out of his right mind.

And so it hit him, it hit you, it came down on you both at the same precise time that it hit the other. The couple let a final, desperate attempt of a moan leave their lips in mutual gratification. With all the warmth they had housed, regressing away to where the cold could now quietly seep into their tryst, the only thing that was keeping it out of consideration.

You were riding that enjoyable high that was cloud nine, until a considerable weight collapsed down on your front with absolutely nothing holding it back. It winded you of course, which brought you back to your grounded state. You couldn’t decipher from where you were if he went to sleep or just laid there out of weariness. Whatever it was, you planned on escaping out of, to get away from this man-being that kept you here in the first place.

Moving one of your legs to snake from underneath his arms, and come up and over his head to turn your body to the side facing a nearby tree where his other things sat. You attempted the same for the other leg shimmying from underneath his dead weight being laid on you, and sat up to scoot over towards the area where a short blade sat appropriately. Leaning over, your fingers fumbled it a couple of times before even being able to take it properly in your hands.

Pointing it downwards, you carefully sliced on through the thick material that made up the rope, seeing as he had you bound pretty nicely with some truly complex knots. It took a long moment of precision, the material was thick and not being able to hold the blade to the more fitting angle only extended the process into more work.

Once the rope was cut enough to dangle worlds more loosely around your wrists, you dropped the blade and took your hands from out of the bound and sighed profoundly in relief. The rope left deep burns in your skin, characteristically hot to the touch with a dull pain when touched or rubbed into. However none of that would matter as you were set on getting home and finally laying inside the warm layers that was your bed.

You stumbled slightly trying to get up for the first time, limping over to the other tree where your robes and bra still lay lifeless and dress yourself for some form of decency. Realizing you could find your panties anywhere because the man had torn them apart. You were thankful to have clothes that drop down to your feet, so that wasn’t a real problem for you.

Relighting that torch you had with a couple of stones that crackled a small spark, you were set to be on your way back to the castle and get back inside before dawn.

However, a loud sense of curiosity had you thinking twice about wanting to leave. Curiosity on the face that lied behind that elusive mask.

Turning towards him, your eyes never left his resting figure, most likely due to the very real fact of him lying face down completely naked. But it seemed as thought that mask was already undoing itse from around his face and you could see eyelashes dusting over his cheek followed by a long strand of jet black hair.

You crawled over to him, being extra mindful of the amount of noise you made while approaching him. Ever so gently reaching out near his face, you inched over the mask to get a clearer on who this man was exactly.

Out of thousands of people that resided within the four nations, and you would’ve never in your life guess it was the very man whom you missed so much.

Zuko.

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genuinely curious, what happened in dc pride connor hawke that's pissing off fans

okay! so. there are Many layers to the appalling (and no doubt racially motivated) disrespect Connor Hawke has received this month, but i'll try to summarise it as best as i can!!

Offense Number 1: DC hired a white writer, Sam Maggs, who A) had never written for DC before, and B) to my knowledge is NOT asexual, to write Connor's story for DC Pride 2025. this alone was lazy and insulting, given how underrepresented people of colour are in their employee base as it is.

Offense Number 2: DC released official pride art that whitewashed Connor Hawke and hid him away at the back of the picture, behind a giant sword. no other character was subject to quite so much disrespect, though many other characters of colour were either coloured lighter than usual or given unnatural ashen undertones.

Offense Number 3:

DC Pride 2025 drops. Connor Hawke gets two measly pages to himself, where his "dream world" involves him rescuing a nameless woman who looks eerily like Dinah Lance (his stepmother, might i clarify). he awkwardly flirts with the woman and she kisses him without his consent – a phenomenon that happened a LOT in his GA run, and that has had some really uncomfortable, exoticising implications given how his sexual appeal is directly conflated with his mixed ethnicity.

DC PRIDE 2025:

GA VOL 3:

the two page story ends with him realizing this "bubble world" isn't real, and in fact reflects the reality he thought he wanted when he used to visit the club – essentially implying his wish was to be just like his father, a notorious womanizer (which, remember the Dinah dress-alike? yikes.)

DC PRIDE 2025:

this is despite the fact that Connor has never wanted to be a womanizer, and pretty early in his GA run declares he wants to be the hero his father was, not the man his father was. he already knows this about himself. nothing about this storyline makes sense in the context of his narrative arc, and it doesn't feel true to the character we know and adore. in fact, it's so weird and insulting and incongruent that i wouldn't be surprised if none of the creators involved had ever picked up a Connor Hawke issue in their lives.

GA VOL 3:

after this weird, Freudian fever dream, Connor is relegated to a background character. at one point Harley Quinn flirts with him and he responds positively in one of the most bizarrely OOC exchanges i've ever had the displeasure of reading.

to make matters worse, throughout the comic Connor is coloured jarringly unnatural shades of brown – first with sickly green undertones, and later bright red. it's as if the colorists have Never met anyone with melanin before. after over twenty five years of screwing up Connor's skin tone, you'd expect DC would learn something. but apparently not.

DC PRIDE 2025:

that's the long and short of it!! all in all it was an almost impressively awful portrayal of Connor, as well as an insult to fans of colour and asexual fans alike. as a Black mixed race Connor Hawke lover, i can't think of many ways DC could have executed it worse. maybe if they whitewashed him again. ha.

this got wayyyyy longer than i intended, but i hope it clears up why Connor Hawke fans responded so negatively to his depiction, and why the lead-up to DC Pride has felt like a series of microaggressions from start to finish.

[https-furina]

okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

© https-heizou 2023.

[inuiiwonderland]

You like him a lot but later realize that he doesn’t like you in that way. You then decided to give up on your feelings for him and move on. And move on you did. You fell in love with somebody else and he later fell in love with you, but it was already to late.

A/n: This is a request for @mwankami! I’m so sorry for this being late but here you go! I hope you like it🙃 (I’m sorry if the characters seem ooc😞 I haven’t played twst in a fat minute) also I didn’t know if you wanted reader to be female or male so I just made it gn! Anyways I hope you still like it!

-

Floyd leech

You could only stare longingly at him as he messed around with his teammates.

He looks so beautiful

You were so busy staring at him that you didn’t hear your friend calling your name from beside you until he pinched your arm.

“Ow! What the hell ace!”

“Finally! I was calling your name so many times now! What were you staring at anyways?” You look directly back at floyd and that was enough to answer his question. Ace groans.

“Ugh don’t tell me you were looking at Floyd again”

“I was not” You lied. Causing ace to roll his eyes.

“You definitely were” You just ignored him and grabbed your bag from off the floor as you stood up.

“Hey where are you going? Practice isn’t over for a few more minutes!”

“I’m going back to my dorm. I have a presentation for Mr. crewel class and I want to get it done with early”

“Ughh fine. But text me once you're done!” You waved him off and walked away. But not before taking one last look at Floyd before exiting out the gym.

-

Your friends always question you about your “small” crush on the unhinged tall eel boy. Always saying how can you like someone like Floyd leech? The scary second year who likes to mess and bother anyone and the Floyd leech with unpredictable mood swings.

But you never really cared about their opinions on Floyd.

You find Floyd to be very beautiful.

His fair skin and tall height really caught your interest. But what captured your attention the most were his eyes. The pretty heterochromia eyes that he has really puts you in a trance and you could stare at them for hours.

Floyd leech has you deeply head over heels for him

But the thing is…Floyd doesn’t seem to like you in that kind of way.

He likes you as a friend yes but as a crush no. That’s the only thing that’s stopping you from telling him your feelings.

You sigh as you make your way back to your dorm. Maybe you should just give up on floyd. You already dropped so many obvious hints about your feelings for him but he is either oblivious or doesn’t feel the same and is ignoring your obvious hints.

“Oh floyd…what are you doing to me”

-

4 months later

Today is night raven college basketball team's big game against royal sword academy.

Cheers could be heard in the gym as everyone cheered for the night raven basketball team. You remember ace excitedly telling you about their big game a few weeks ago and that you should definitely come instead of being locked away in your dorm like always.

And of course you came. You didn’t want to disappoint ace by not showing up to his basketball game.

“C’mon you got this ace!” You and your friends cheered. Ace looks up at you guys and smiles before passing the ball to one of his teammates.

As the game continued, You couldn’t help but stare at one specific player.

His long brown hair tied up in a bun and the total concentration looked on his face as the game grew more intense.

You practically have heart in your eyes.

You all cheered loudly as he managed to shoot a score which resulted in night raven winning against RSA. You cheered loudly and felt your heart skip a beat as jamil looked at you and winked.

You ran down the bleachers and congratulated Ace before walking up to Jamil and congratulating him on the win.

“You did amazing out there!”

“Thank you y/n” He smiles. You two began to talk, unaware of the pair of eyes staring both of you down.

He frowns as he watches how nervous and giddily you were around jamil.

“What’s with that frown dear brother? You just won against the royal sword academy basketball team. You should be smiling” Jade teased. He was fully aware of what caused his brother's mood to instantly change.

“I’m going back to the dorm” Floyd tells his brother before exiting out the gym doors.

Floyd leech is in love with you. But sadly, he fell in love when you started moving on.

Now he’s the one who’s head over heels

And it’s already too late

-

Jade leech

“Are you listening y/n?” You blinked a couple times before mentally cursing yourself once you notice that you have completely spaced out.

Jade beautiful mismatched eyes stared at you as you hurriedly looked away while mumbling something underneath your breath. Already feeling shy and embarrassed.

“ ‘m sorry jade. I didn’t mean to space out” Jade smiles.

“Don’t worry y/n. Are you sure you're alright though? We can study another time if you’re not feeling well”

“Oh no! I was just thinking about something! Let’s continue studying”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

“Hundred percent sure! Don’t worry”

The two of you continue to study for the next hour. Every so often you would sneak glances at jade and watch as he reads through some notes while asking if you understand the subject.

You tried your best to concentrate, you really did! But his smooth, calm voice and beautiful heterochromia eyes were easily distracting you from paying attention.

The study session between the two of you soon came to an end and you had to stop yourself from asking him to stay for at least a few more minutes.

“I’m looking forward to our next study session. And good luck on tomorrow’s test” He says as he packs up his things. The two of you bid each other goodbye and you watched as he walked further and further away from your dorm. Once he was gone, you walked quietly back to your room as Floyd words ran through your head.

“Sorry shrimpy, but it seems like jade doesn’t like you in that way”

“Ah really?”

“He said he only sees you as a friend. Aw man and I was starting to get excited to have you as my in law! Stupid jade” You giggled at your friend. Ignoring the throbbing pain in your heart knowing that jade doesn’t like you back.

-

7 months later

You walk down the empty halls of night raven. It was lunchtime so everyone was in the cafeteria. You make your way outside with two trays and smile once you spot a certain someone.

He was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. You could tell that he was asleep.

“Silver” You call out. You gently lay down both of the food trays before shaking silver awake. He slowly opens his eyes and your heart skips a beat once his beautiful violet irises meet yours.

“I brought you your lunch” You say as you sit comfortably beside him. You hand him his tray and he smiles at you.

“Thank you y/n”

“No problem. So, how’s training going so far?”

The two of you chatted for the rest of lunch time. Talking about how your day has been so far and other stuff. The two of you were so engrossed by the conversation that you two didn’t hear someone calling out your name from the distance.

Jade watches as you laugh at whatever silver said as his cheeks grow pink and he’s looking at you so lovingly.

“Man seems like jellyfish got to them before you” Floyd says behind him. Jade just watches as you feed silver some of your food. He swears he could see the hearts in your eyes as you feed silver.

He forces a smile. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his heart.

“They are happy. That’s all that matters”

And he walks away with a broken heart.

-

[jeankluv]

The tale of the fox and the knight - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 04

summary: You have been living all your life in almost isolation due to your true nature, one your parents want to hide and protect you from anyone finding it. But when the spring of your 20 year your parents grant you the wish of being able to walk around the city, you meet him. Your doom. Satoru Gojo, a white haired knight whose intentions in your eyes are unkown. And whose presence in your life will change everything, from how you see the world to your way of being.

words: 3,9k

tags: enemies to lovers, blood, eventual smut, Gojo is pretty rude at the beginning, Gojo ooc, betrayal, fantasy, magical creatures, angst, injuries, heavy/strong language, no use of y/n or minimal use of y/n, female protagonist

notes: the next chapter is already in the works, so I might post it next week. Sorry if there are any mistakes.

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It had been three days since you left the small town where you met Shoko, you were getting further and further north, and snow could be seen on the highest mountains. During those three days, you barely stopped, and if you did, it was to let Nut rest or sleep for a couple of hours. But in that time, you didn't see Satoru rest for a single moment, but it didn't seem to affect him at all.

You hadn't spoken much either, and when you did, it was with threats from both sides, but Satoru couldn't expect anything less. After all, he kidnapped you and was taking you to a place you didn't know.

During those three days, you tried to escape on more than one occasion, but clearly, all had been failed attempts. You knew that Satoru, for some reason, needed you alive, so the fear that existed at the beginning had diminished, although it was still present.

As you and Nut rested, Satoru continued to gaze into the distance. You had truly come further than you had ever planned, and not for the reasons you would have liked.

“We have to keep going.” Satoru said, closing the map he was holding.

“Nut will eventually collapse from exhaustion.” You said, taking one last bite of the apple.

Satoru looked at the horse and then back at you. “We're half a day away from the destination.” He said, as he began packing his things into his bag.

“Don't you care about Nut? How heartless are you?” You got up from the ground and followed him as you walked through the small settlement you had made. “No, it's not that you have a heartless heart... you don't have one at all.” You blurted with an ironic laugh and without any remorse. "You don't give him a name, and now you don't care if your horse falls dead from exhaustion."

Satoru's bag fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the edge of his sword was pointed at you. A drop of cold sweat trickled down your forehead as you clenched your fists to keep from trembling. “Stop playing with fire…”

“You need me alive.” You replied confidently.

“Yes, but no one told me anything about you needing a tongue.” He smiled.

You swallowed and took a step back. “You know, they'll find us soon, I know it… I'm sure of it.”

“And then what?”

“Then I'll have a front row seat to watch you die.”

Satoru put his sword away and touched his temple with a smile. “I didn't know you were so cruel, princess.”

“I'm not, but... you bring out the worst in me, things I didn't even know I could bring out.” You looked at him in disgust.

Satoru said nothing and walked past you, approached Nut, and stroked him gently, whispering something to him. You just stood there, waiting for his voice to echo through the forest of dry leaves and for him to urge you to mount Nut.

And as expected, his voice sounded, and he ordered you to get on. Without looking at him, you climbed onto Nut, but strangely this time, Satoru didn't climb on him, but instead began walking beside the horse.

"Stop.” You said after a few minutes.

Satoru stopped in his tracks and looked at you. “What's wrong?”

“I'm getting off.” You said, moving to dismount.

Satoru released Nut's reins and grabbed your hips, putting you back in your seat. “You were tired, weren't you?”

”Yes, but Nut…”

“He's fine, now shut up.” He said, and pulled Nut back.

You bit your lower lip as you climbed onto the horse and stroked it with your right hand, trying to show it affection.

Normally you wouldn't care what the Satoru you knew now did, but that gesture made you uncomfortable, it made an unpleasant taste settle on your palate and it wasn't the fault of the apple you had eaten, but of his attitude, especially that day.

The sun was bright in the sky when you reached a small town near a lake. The water was crystal clear, so much so that from the shore you could see the bottom, and if you looked at the entire landscape the mountains were perfectly reflected in that serene water, as if it were a perfect mirror.

That place felt magical, not just the lake and the mountains, but as soon as you entered the small town, you felt a warmth envelop you. Its stone streets and houses, smoke rising from their chimneys, indicated life. The voices of merchants shouting their wares, or the murmurs of the locals. Everything made you feel warm.

You got off Nut and gave him a soft caress, thanking him for the effort of bringing you to that place.

“Where are you going?” You heard Satoru’s voice, but it was distant, you were too lost in that place to be listening to him.

Your foot moved on your own as you entered what it seemed like a square with a water fountain in the center and a bell tower behind it, complete with a clock and a bell. Children were running and playing around the square, and on either side of the square were small shops, whose bells, when opened and closed, filled the atmosphere.

You walked looking at each place, but with Satoru’s voice still calling your fake name, if his voice wasn’t present you would almost feel like you were free in that place. A place where no one probably knew who you were.

“Excuse me ma’am?” A voice called you out and a smile crossed your face when three kids, no older than 10 years old were standing in front of you.

“Hello.” You said looking at them.

“Ask her.” The girl said, giving the pink haired boy a slight punch in the arm.

“I will, I will…” He replied, shoving his arm, you tried to hold back your laugh. “Will you like to buy flowers, I’m sure a pretty girl like you loves flowers. It would be 15 each.”

You tried to stay serious, but it was pretty obvious those kids were trying to scam you. “15 each…” You whispered as an idea came to your mind and a big smile appeared on your face. “I love flowers! I’m sure my husband will be happy to buy me some.” You told them and you saw how their eyes started to light up, even the dark haired boy who seemed to be more reserved. “Let’s go to him okay?”

The three kids followed you so obediently towards where Satoru was with Nut. You were still a bit surprised that he let you walk so freely around the place, but probably his eyes were following nonstop.

“Skye!” You said out loudly his fake name.

Satoru looked at you with annoyance. “That’s her husband?” The girl asked. “He seems to hate her.” She was right, but you couldn’t tell her that.

Satoru took a few steps and held your arm. “I told you not to move.” He said, unaware of the three little presences following you.

“Oh honey…” You were about to put the best show. “I just wanted to see this town.” You said with a smile. “Look at the square, is so beautiful, right?” Satoru looked at you, without words, you took all his words from him.

“Ma’am?” The girl spoke again.

“Oh, yes!” You looked at Satoru again. “Skye… buy me flowers, please?”

It was then when Satoru's eyes saw the three kids, who just like you were giving him sad puppy eyes, to get what they wanted. “Flowers?”

“Yes sir! We have the best flowers in the whole valley!” The pink haired boy showed off the flowers.

“They look bad to me.” Satoru responded, making the boy lower the flowers with a sad expression.

“Sa- Skye!” You corrected yourself before calling him by his real name. “Hey…” You kneeled to look at the boy. “They don’t look bad, they look beautiful. What is it called?”

The boy smiled. “Camellias!”

“They are so pretty.” You said with a smile.

“Your wife is saying she likes them, you should buy them, unless you don’t love your wife.” The black haired boy spoke this time.

“Right!” The girl said.

“These brats…” Satoru whispered. “Fine… how much is it?”

“25…” The blacked haired boy spoke again.

Your eyes opened, 25? That’s not what they told you when they approached you, but well you were not paying for them, Satoru was and to see him in the state he was, was enough for you. More than enough, it was pleasant.

“25!?” Satoru exclaimed. “You are kidding me? There is no way.”

“So you don’t love your wife?”

“Of course n…” Satoru couldn’t say out loud he hated you, he needed to keep acting as a married couple.

“Skye?” You played innocent as you looked at him.

Oh you were having so much fun as you saw how Satoru’s face turned slightly red, annoyed, angry, for the whole situation. Satoru knew he needed to act correctly, he couldn’t threaten those kids or else you would be in a tough situation.

“Here…” He gave the money to the kids. “Now get lost.”

You chuckled and turned around to look at the kids who were celebrating. “Thank you, what’s your names?” You asked them.

“I’m Nobara.” The girl said with a smile. “And these are Megumi and Yuji.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m…” Satoru’s were piercing you as you were about to tell them your name. “Selene. Thank you for the flowers, I will cherish them.”

“Thanks for buying them.” Yuji said with a smile.

“Thank you.” This time Megumi talked.

You watched the three of them run away from your spot celebrating their achievement, it was so adorable to see them laughing and jumping around.

“You having fun?” Satoru spoke.

“So much.” You looked at your flowers. “Thank you for the flowers my dear husband.”

“Cut that…” He said, rolling his eyes. “And throw them.”

“No!” You said. “I’m not throwing them.”

“Who cares, they will die.”

“I do, because those kids took care of them and they were so happy after selling them.” You said and you smelled the flowers.

“Scam, they scammed.”

“Oh yeah, they actually told me they cost 15 but I guess they didn’t like you so much.” You mocked while opening one of the bags that was on Nut. “Buying them was so worth it.”

Satoru sighed with annoyance. “Stop playing with fire princess.” He looked at you. “Now come.” He held your arm.

“Where?”

“Just shut up and follow me.” He replied walking to an old shop.

You followed him, not having too many options, the bell of the shop welcomed you and the smell of old books quickly hit your nose. It was a library. Your eyes started scanning the place, it was full of books, from the floor to the ceiling, each corner had books. It was like heaven for those who loved books like you. Soon enough your mind went back to its place and saw Satoru talking with the owner, an old man who walked hunched over and who was much shorter than you.

Satoru was too distracted paying attention to the old man to notice how you started to walk towards the books shelves, attracted by a whisper calling your name.

“I do have it.” The man said. “But as an old man it is my responsibility to advise you not to go there.”

“I will be fine.” Satoru responded.

“You are in such a hurry that you are willing to risk not only your life but also the life of your partner?” The man looked at Satoru and he felt a shiver round through him.

Satoru swallowed feeling nervous, the atmosphere at that old book shop was starting to feel strange. “We… we will be fine, no need to worry about strangers.”

The man laughed silently. “I will always worry about the princess, her path and who she is with.”

Satoru lungs emptied as he heard that, did that old man know you? Did you tell him? No that was not possible, so how?

“I don’t know what you are talking about…” Satoru said as he swallowed hard, moving his Adam apple up and down.

The man held his gaze for a moment before talking again. “Two weeks are left… Will you arrive at Lur before that day hits?”

Satoru’s heart started to beat fastly on his chest, how did he know, how? It couldn´t be you, you didn’t even know where he was taking you, so how did that old man know? Satoru drew his sword from its hilt and pointed it at the man. If he had to kill him there, he would do it without hesitation. He wouldn't let anything thwart his mission.

“Who are you?” Satoru said fiercely.

The man didn’t look at Satoru this time, but behind him. It’s true, you were quiet, too quiet. Satoru turned his head, expecting to find you, but you were not there, and the bell of the entering door didn’t ring, so you were still inside.

His head turned again to face the old man, but Satoru was left alone, the man was gone, you were gone and something strange was happening there that was making his skin crawl with every breath he took.

“Fuck…” He murmured.

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The whispers were coming from that old book that was in the shelf in front of you. You only needed to take it and open it.

Your arm stretched out, and with your fingertips you stroked the spine. It was dusty; it had been a long time since anyone had taken that book out of its place. With a trembling hand and a fine drop of sweat running down your forehead, you gripped it firmly and gently pulled it out of its place.

You squinted at the amount of dust that rose from the shelf, which also made you cough a little.

Taking a moment to pause for the cough to calm down and the dust to stop being so bothersome, you looked at the book.

The title was slightly erased, only a few letters could be read, and beneath it there seemed to be an illustration. Like the title, it was hard to see; all you could see was the silhouette of what looked like an animal, with reddish fur. Your heart skipped a beat.

“It can't be…” You whispered, stroking the flap.

“I guess the book will eventually return to where it was always meant to be.” The voice of the old man you'd seen at the entrance made you jump, causing you to clutch the book to your chest.

You hadn't heard any footsteps or anything, but somehow the man was standing next to you, smiling kindly at you. “Excuse me?” You asked, confused.

“Take it. After all, only you can open it.” He said, moving and looking at the padlock on the side.

With your fingers, you gently touched it and then looked up again. “What does that mean? Do you know about the tale? About…”

Your name echoed through the store, and Satoru's hurried footsteps soon caught up with you. You looked over your shoulder at him; he looked worried and somewhat fearful; it was a look you had never seen in him before.

“I finally found you.” He approached you. “Didn't I tell you to stay still?” He grabbed your arms.

“I…” You said, turning your head again to look at the old man, but to your surprise, he was gone. “He left…”

Satoru raised his gaze and followed yours. “Was that old man here? Did he say anything to you?”

“No, just… It doesn’t matter.” You pulled away from his touch and shook your head.

Satoru cleared his throat. You had to leave that place. If Satoru’s intuition was correct, it was best to leave as soon as possible.

Without hesitating, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. “We’re leaving.”

“Who was that?” You asked aloud, still processing the fact that the old man had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the words he had said to you.

The tent bell rang again, this time bidding you farewell. The clear sky you had encountered when you arrived at the village had been replaced by dark clouds, indicating that a storm would fall sooner rather than later.

Satoru clicked his tongue at the sky and with your hand still held he headed towards Nut.

“He was probably a sorcerer.” Satoru finally answered the question you had thrown out into the air.

You looked at him, confused. “A sorcerer? Here, in Zerua?”

Sorcerers had been gone for hundreds of years, or at least that’s what most people believed.

“No, there are still som.,” Satoru said as he prepared Nut. You had to leave that place; there was something Satoru wasn’t liking. “Get on.” He demanded.

You looked at him and then at the mount; you had almost forgotten your relationship, the situation you were in. “Can’t we stay? Even if it’s just tonight…”

“No.” Satoru was blunt and sharp. You were leaving, and there was no turning back.

You put the book in one of Nut’s bags and, somewhat angrily, climbed on. This time Satoru climbed on with you, too, and, mounted on Nut, you began to walk.

Satoru covered you with the hood, probably to keep anyone from seeing your red hair, but it didn't matter too much, since the streets had emptied due to the coming storm that had gathered.

The stone streets soon turned into dirt, and the houses became fewer and fewer. Little by little, you were moving away from that place that had provided a moment of calm in your busy life.

“What's the book you've kept?” Satoru spoke.

“It's nothing... it's... an old children's book…” You lied, still unsure if that book was the one your mother had told you about or not. But somehow, it was something that connected to you, or so the man had implied. “How do you know that sorcerers didn't disappear?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

Satoru remained silent, as if pondering his answer. ”When you're not locked away in a castle all your life, you get to see the world and see people.” He said in a mocking tone. “And that's how you realize it's not all true.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, almost forming a thin line, and looked at him. “What else isn't true? And there were reasons not to leave.”

“Really? And what were they?” He said with a half smile.

“You don't care.” You looked straight ahead.

Satoru laughed softly; you could feel his chest moving against your back; you were really close. “But you know what else isn't true?” He spoke. “That the princess of Zerua was a spoiled little princess.”

“You thought it was that?” You asked.

“After all, only I did. Everyone believed it.” He said against your ear. “After all, you've always been a rumor. No one knew anything about you, what you were like, or anything. And bad rumors always spread faster.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because people always prefer to see the bad things in others.” Satoru replied. “Even if they're lies.”

You looked at him and saw his blue eyes fixed on yours. You quickly looked away as your cheeks felt hot. Satoru was acting strange; he'd been acting strange since you'd woken up, and that run-in with the old man from the bookstore hadn't helped at all.

“Well… probably every rumor running around about you right now it’s true.” You said trying to mock him.

“Maybe they are saying that the princess ran away with her knight, because that was the only way for them to be together.” You could sense his mocking tone but still you fell for it.

“That would never happen!” You punch him.

“You sure, weren’t you in love with me?”

“What?!” You said out loud. “No! Never!”

Satoru chuckled, he knew deep inside that he was relaxing, he was letting his guard down with this type of conversations, but this way it was easier to go on with the mission. Yeah the mission.

“It’s raining…” You said as you looked up.

“Yeah… it seems like a storm will soon break. Let’s go Nut.” Satoru said and Nut started to walk faster. You smiled as it hit you that Satoru called him Nut.

Finally, the storm broke. You didn't know where you were going, but Satoru had no plans to stop. Even though you were completely soaked, you kept going north. Your heart was racing faster and faster; you were further from home, and if you continued this process, there would come a point where you could cross the border.

If that happened, then what would happen to you? You still had no idea where Satoru was taking you, and even though today had been comfortable and relaxed, you couldn't be blinded by the fact that the man behind you had caused an explosion in the castle and kidnapped you. Not only that, he had tricked you for months, he had used you. And now he was taking you to who knows where.

You had been traveling for about two hours when the rain stopped, and the rays of sunlight began to timidly emerge between the clouds. Your eyes looked ahead, searching for any trace of where you might be. Even though you had never left the castle, you had looked at the maps of Zerua hundreds of times, so many places you knew by heart.

Based on the route you'd taken, you assumed you were in the northeast, near the fortified city of Bler. From what you'd read, Bler had some of the best cuisine in the kingdom and was also close to the coast. Being so far north, there were times when snow covered the sand, something unusual to see. But something you wished you could see and experience.

But your heart sank when you saw where you were headed. You felt a terrible chill run through you and an overwhelming urge to vomit.

“The Blue Forest?” You said out loudly.

“So you know about it?” Satoru said as he guided Nut.

“Of course I know…” You looked at him. “We can not go there… We will both die and if we don't, we will after crossing it.”

You knew about the Blue Forest, everyone in Zerua knew. Everyone knew to never cross the Blue Forest, because if you did, you were not going back home.

Satoru seemed to ignore your words, his gaze was focused on the path before you. You swallowed as you realized that he was not going to change his mind, that you were going to be entering that forest and not return home.

“Satoru please!” You moved in the horse but Satoru’s arms held you thighly.

“Stop moving!” He firmly said.

“Let’s not go there, please…”

Satoru looked at you, without looking away. “No…” He whispered and Nut started moving.

You thrashed in his arms, but Satoru was stronger, and you could barely move in your seat. Little by little, the extremely thick fog began to surround you, the orange light of the sun disappeared, and visibility became zero.

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[aurora-retainer-silver]

I, uh-.. about that-

[Silver starts, only to be saved by the introduction of the others- to his relief.]

[he’s surprised for a moment to hear that, but nods slightly in agreement.]

It was- my apologies.. it- looks similar to the chalice rite of my liege’s late parents.

Pam? Where are the um... mandrake leaves?

(Oh, uh... I think the last of them were used when you were sleeping that illness off the other day)

I'll umm.. go see about getting some extra from the alchemy lab. Remember to um... quite it down next time

(Okay! Take your lunch, too!)

*Vern nods as he leaves the infirmary. He's behind on several tasks today, so perhaps he will stop by Sam's or see if he can grab something light to go in the cafeteria. The sun is warm and welcoming today.*

*his phone rings a familiar tone. Vern's stomach drops as he takes a breath before answering*

Hello...

Hey, Sweetheart. A little birdie came back.. anything you want to tell me?

*Vern visibly pales, unable to make a sound*

Mmm... there will be a meeting tomorrow, mandatory for founders. I'll see you there.

*Vern's stomach churns, even as the call is ended. He... will need some more magic stored up. Taking an unsteady breath, he quickly types, deletes, retypes, and sends a text to Silver*

Text: "Aster... something came up and I won't be around campus tonight or tomorrow"

*it's vague, but he hopes it won't worry Silver too much... Skipping lunch, he sends a crocus back to Pam with some spare mandrake leaves, and hurries of to go pack a few things. He'll have to take Koa*

@aurora-retainer-silver