#Keeping dread knights alive in a way

[gloopdimension]

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[divinesolas]

i love the benji stuff you write 🫶🏼🫶🏼 could you do a fic with a very delicate reader, she doesn’t handle blood well and loved animals, total opposite of ben

a.n: had this sitting in my paused queue for weeks im so sorry 😭😭 tyrell!reader, ur so sweet thank you and i hope you enjoy this 🫶🫶

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You stroke the mane of the horse as you try to ignore the sounds of people cheering and swords clashing. your family had provided the horses for the jousting tourney and you dreaded every second of it. You loved each and every single on of these horses and you doubt all of them will walk away from today unharmed.

you choke back a gag as a heavily injured horse gets dragged through the barn and your heart aches at the sight. you hear some more voices behind you and you turn to see a knight dressed up and one of the guards, “this ones yours.” the horse you’re stroking takes a step back and you tug at its reins to keep her in check. the guard walks away as soon as the boy next to him nods and the two of you look at each other. unlike most of the other men that you’ve met today he does not look as confident as he should. he gulps as he looks back and forth between the horse and you.

“are you alright?” he coughs into the fist of his hand and nods, “of course! yes i mean um yes yes i am.” he straightens up, “my name is benjicot blackwood, its nice to meet you.” you smile at him, hes been the first person to even so much as speak to you today despite meeting too many lords for your liking. “y/n tyrell, pleasure.” his eyes widen and he lets out a shaky laugh, “like daughter of the lady tyrell?” you giggle at his nerves and continue to stroke at the horses mane, “is there another tyrell i am unaware of?” he quickly shakes his head, “no no i just did not think i would get to meet you, and that you would be here of all places.”

it certainly was odd, the only daughter of the lady of house tyrell was standing in the stables in dirt covered clothes tending the the horses. you pout slightly, “i do not like this whole thing. the horses get hurt the men get hurt. who wins?” benjicot nods as he kicks some of the dirt under his feet. “so you stay here instead?” “the sight of blood makes me sick, so its better i stay here, plus i need to make sure my horses are okay.”

“theyre your horses?” “my house provides these events with the horses, i hate it. not all of them come back alive like sally and daisy.” he walks towards the horse and stroke her lightly on the nose, “does this one have a name?” “star.” he looks you in the eyes and you ignore the way your heart jumps. “well i promise you i vow to keep star as safe as possible and she will return to you safe and sound.”

you grab his hand and his face turns red, “you’re the kindest man ive ever met ser blackwood.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and grins at you, “you’re too kind my lady and please, ben is just fine.” you two are startled by the sounds of yelling and you realize its bens time to go out. you help him into the horse and give the horse one last kiss on the nose as you look up at ben.

“you should come out and watch my match my lady.” you tilt your head at him, “whatever for?” “so i may ask for your favor my lady.” you flush at his words and look down at the ground. “i will go watch only your match i suppose.” ben rides off with a final smile and he cant drop the grin on his face even as he walks out onto the field as he’s called.

many are shocked to see you him ask your for your favor and even more are shocked when you get it to him. you ignore the whispers of the people around you as you press a kiss against your favor before tossing it to him. he is certain he wins his match not because of his excessive training or experience but because of your favor in his pocket.

[scarletttries]

A Harmless Sleepover (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut - Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes - A little bit of somno/dub-con so reader discretion advised there!

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Note: Brightening up January with a little bit of Steven Grant smut for you all :)

A Harmless Sleepover (Steven Grant Smut)

The noise was overwhelming as the rain thrummed against the windows of Steven's little flat, almost single-handedly keeping you both awake as the credits rolled on the movie you'd brought over for your date tonight. It was still very early days in your relationship with Steven, the sweet handsome museum guide that had spent a flustered hour touring you through halls before finally building up the nerve to ask for your number, but you had a very good feeling. After a dinner date and a surprisingly sunny walk in your local park, you'd suggested a third date at his place, offering to cook as a chance to get a closer look at his home and inner workings. Steven very eagerly agreed, spending all day tidying his little flat and stocking up his fridge, just so overwhelmed at the opportunity to have someone as special as you in his life and his space.

In your past relationships a third date had often meant taking your relationship physical, something you certainly weren't opposed to with Steven, but given it had taken two dates for him to build up the nerve to kiss you, you thought that might be expecting a lot from him tonight. You were very content to just sit shoulder to shoulder with him, watching him let out a giddy giggle every time you placed his hand in yours, and look at you like you were responsible for every ounce of joy in the world. But that didn't mean you weren't looking forward to the night you finally got your hands on him.

A crack of thunder and lightning behind you snapped you out of your train of thought and had you both sitting up straight, glancing out the droplet covered window in dread. You let out a yawn as leant closer to the pane of glass, taking a deep breath to steel yourself to the idea of heading out in the cold and the rain, the cosy comfort of Steven's flat much more appealing.

"You can stay here tonight if you want?" Steven squeaked out meekly, looking shocked with his own boldness, quickly trying to clarify his noble intentions, "Just because it's so miserable out there, and I'd hate for you to catch a cold love. And I wouldn't try anything! I can even sleep on the sofa?" Chivalry was alive and well as you placed a hand gently on either side of Steven's face and brought your lips to softly meet his, before he talked himself into even more of a panic.

"I'd love to sleepover, but you don't have to give up your bed for me, we can share. That way you can keep me warm." You leaned a little closer to him as you spoke, chest pressing gently against his and sending warmth rushing to his cheeks as he broke into his widest grin.

"You can borrow anything you want as well!" His mind raced with the idea of you in his clothes, wanting nothing more than for you to look like a real partner to him, and start getting comfortable in his flat, and in his life. As he rushed off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, almost tripping over in his excitement for bedtime, you took the opportunity to dig through his drawers, pulling out one of his t-shirts to sleep in and slipping off your jeans so only your little shorts remained, hidden by the low hem of his shirt. You wandered barefoot around his bedroom, taking in the piles of books and little trinkets he'd collected to make the space his own, feeling full of affection for your boyfriend as he stepped out of the bathroom and letting his jaw drop at the sight of you.

"You look - wow! That suits you a lot more than it does me!" You made sure to plant a few sweet kisses on his adoring face as you slipped into the bathroom yourself, getting ready for a comfortable night sleep, confident Steven wasn't interested in taking things any further tonight and happy to just spend the night in his strong, warm arms. As you stepped back into his room you noticed him looking a little pensive, wringing his hands together through the oversized sleeves of his sweater.

"Are you sure this is okay Steven?" You ask softly, worried he's reconsidering his generous offer.

"Yes! No! Of course! I really want you here," He shook his head to try and start his brain up again, struggling to form a coherent sentence every time his big brown eyes met your sweet, loving gaze. "It's just I need to warn you - I've been known to sleepwalk. It's not every night, but it happens sometimes, and I wanted to warn you so you're not too surprised, but then I was worried you would think i'm too weird." He frowned and let his eyes drop to the floor, so worried about scaring you off that he couldn't see how deeply smitten you are with him.

"You are the perfect amount of weird, gorgeous, and I'm not going anywhere. Is there anything I need to do if you start walking around at night?"

"I think you're perfect too." He grinned, "And no, it's actually better if you don't do anything. It can apparently be really dangerous to wake someone up if they're sleepwalking so best to just let me wander about I'll get to back to sleeping normally soon enough."

"No problem, I promise I won't wake you up, love." Sliding under the cover you pulled a corner back for him, inviting him beneath the blankets with you and pulling him close as he turned the lights off behind him. "Thanks for keeping me out of the rain."

"Are you kidding, love? Thank YOU for staying. I hope it never stops raining!" Steven choked out excitedly, squeezing you tight and giving you one final sweet kiss before he released his grip on your waist and wiggled to the other side of the bed to give you space.

You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest as you tried to fall asleep, the excitement of this new closeness with Steven painting a smile across your cheeks as you resisted the urge to turn around to see how cute he looked when he fell asleep. It felt like an hour had passed when you heard him turn back towards you, taking a peek to confirm his eyes were peacefully shut, his soft breathing and parted lips a heartwarming sight in such an easily worried man. You turned away again and let your own eyes flutter shut, head swimming with thoughts of Steven as you heard him inch closer towards you, until his chest met your back, an arm snaking over your waist so his hand could rest on your stomach. You felt yourself tense then melt under his touch, his broad hand spreading warmth across your abdomen even through the fabric of his borrowed shirt. His fingers began to move in soft shapes, tracing invisible patterns from your ribs to your hips, the gentle caresses soothing you to sleep as his other arm slipped under your neck to fully envelope you.

His fingertips came to rest where the hem of shirt had ridden up your hips, and in one smooth motion his hand dipped underneath, returning to its gentle dance across your stomach but now pressed against your tingling skin. You gasped a little at the warmth of his touch and delicate sensation against you, very carefully turning your head just enough to check he was still asleep. You could see the peaceful slumber in all his features and remembered his warning that you weren't to wake him up when he started to sleepwalk, even if his actions weren't exactly what you expected. You tried to hold your breath steady as his fingers climbed over your skin, rising and pulling the shirt up with them until you could feel the cool night air hit your exposed chest. His exploring fingers brushed over your nipple, drawing soft circles that had you stifling a sigh as he teased the sensitive skin over and over again. His other hand quickly lifted any remaining fabric out the way so it could pay equal attention to the other side of your chest, grazing his thumb over you until both nipples had stiffened as his touch, a pit growing in your stomach over what to do. You didn't want to risk harming him by waking him up, scared of what unknown damage that could do, but you weren't sure you should just let him feel you up as he slept, your own hands clenching as his teasing touch sent shivers down your spine.

"Steven?" You whispered sharply, needing to know if this was just his way of making a move, having never heard of anyone sleepwalking quite like this. There was absolutely no change in his expression, his lips parting in a content sigh as he began to knead and squeeze at your chest, his fingertips flicking over your nipples every few seconds to keep your sensitivity on edge. You took a sigh of relief as his arm on your waist started to lower away from your chest, not sure how much of this sweet torture you could take, until the hand trailed down to your inner thigh, slipping between your legs and starting to massage the tender flesh there. Heat pooled unwillingly in your belly as you thought about trying to push him off, sure he would be mortified if he knew what he was doing, but terrified of hurting him in some way if that woke him up.

As the hand between your thighs drifted higher it found the edge of your little shorts, making your whole body flinch in anticipation. One finger hooked inside the dampening fabric and slid them down just enough to leave you completely exposed. Before he could go any further you tried to inch your hips away from him, not sure if you wanted him to stop, or to give you everything he had. The moment you moved a muscle Steven's body tensed, hand against your chest squeezing more firmly, one knee slotting between your thighs to lean his weight on your bottom leg stopping you from shifting further away as he groped at your thighs again.

You bit down on your lip as he traced a line up over your slit, one finger coated in your excitement as it brushed your clit painfully lightly. Each of his fingers followed the same teasing path, barely providing any friction and only making you agonisingly more sensitive. Finally his thumb came to rest over your clit, rubbing tight circles ever so gently, the wetness from your folds helping it glide so softly over your sensitive button. You could feel a moan stirring inside you as your stomach tensed, his fingers grazing your nipples in time to his thumbs expert strokes, clenching your eyes shut and trying not to think about the way he had your body completely trapped under his weight. It felt like hours passed of these soft circles stirring up the pleasure inside you without giving you any hope of relief. Your clit throbbed at his every touch, desperate for release after so long on the edge, your orgasm held just slightly out of your reach. One finger slowly dipped inside you, your walls clenching in need around it, the limited contact sending a wave of fresh pleasure and sensation through your core without bringing you any closer to the easing the uncontrollable pressure building inside you. You could feel his grip on you tighten every time your body squirmed against his, your thighs trembling and hips bucking of their own volition, chasing the high you so painfully needed.

"Steven, please." You let out a quiet plea, unable to contain yourself any longer, the overwhelming sensation almost unbearable, your body writhing against his as desperate whimpers escaped your needy lips. Even fast asleep he seemed to hear your prayer, sliding two more fingers easily into your drenched entrance and stretching you as both hands started to move harder and faster. One thumb strummed your nipple as the other rubbed firm stroked over your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you as fast as you could take them, the sounds of your wet folds and whimpers filling the room as the coil inside you snapped and had you shaking in his arms, the force of cumming after such a tantalising weight making it so hard to stay quiet. It felt like every cell in your body was electrified, his movements not slowing down as you rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the way he touched you, the feel of his warm breath on the back of your neck, the steady sound of his gentle sleeping sighs. Those soft breaths made you conflicted about cumming as hard as you ever had on his still working hands, not sure if you ever actually wanted to stop him, or if you even could with the way his strong arms clung to you like he was never going to let you go. You could feel your pleasure building again through the way he caressed your now even more sensitive places, overstimulation leaving you panting out his name and fighting against his all-consuming grip. As you were brought the edge of another climax, no longer in control of your own pleasure and forced to take whatever a sleeping Steven wanted to give you, his touch suddenly stopped, fingers pulling away as you let out a desperate whine, so close to another long awaited release and your whole body tingling for his touch. With his arms back by his side, you noticed his eyes slowly blink open, surprised to see you still awake too.

"You still awake love? Is everything okay?" He cooed the words so sweetly you almost couldn't believe the same man had driven you to the edge of insanity and ecstasy just moments before, aching body taking control before you could reconsider. Tugging the half removed shirt over your head and kicking off your shorts, you move to strandled a very wide eyed Steven's hips, grinding your soaking entrance over the obvious erection he was barely aware of before now.

"I need you Steven. Please! Can I feel you inside me?" You paused your movements as you awaited response, hoping somehow in his sleep he'd managed to get just as frustrated as you had, watching his mouth fall open as he nodded furiously, half convinced he was still in one of his favourite dreams. You lifted your hips to tug down his sweatpants, his impressive length springing free and only making the ache in your gut more unbearable. You leant forward to run your tongue over him a few times, watching his eye roll back into his head at the soft, warm sensation of your lips, panting out,

"You feel so incredible. Oh my god. Are you sure you want to do this?" Interlaced with needy moans of your name as you nodded your head and lined him up with your dripping entrance.

"I want you so much, need you." Was all you could choke out in your daze as you slid him inside of you, the pressure already building inside you again as you felt so perfectly full. "You feel so good Steven. Make me feel so full." Every sweet, dirty word from your lips is almost more than Steven can take, no idea what he's done to deserve this but very happy to get swept along in your excitement. He could feel how soaked you were around him, pussy clenching as you rode him, running your hands down your body as the temperature inside you climbs and climbs.

"You're so perfect love, so gorgeous, too good for me. Feel bloody amazing." He moans out as his hands replace yours, instinctively toying with your nipples before one drifts down to frantically rub against your clit, Steven knowing he can't take more than a couple of minutes of something that feels this incredible. He can feel the way your hips buck in response, losing their rhythm as finally your orgasm washes over you again, vibrating through your centre and making you gush around Steven as your whole body reacts. You can feel him spill inside you, unable to hold back for even a second longer to try and pull out, overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of cumming deep between your walls as they spasm around him, his mind completely shutting down in pure ecstasy. You practically collapse on his chest as you finally come down from your high, slowly easing your hips off his before your excitement or frustration can start to build again, and hearing him whimper as you slide off of him.

In the morning Steven will tell you he thought last night was amazing, and that he's glad he didn't disrupt you with his sleepwalking. You'll tell him you're going to be sleeping over more often, and that his sleepwalking doesn't bother you one bit.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request ragnvaldr hc from f&h?

Sure! Honestly the last main Funger 1 character I have to do after this is probably Enki if he's requested. Not fully proofread, there may be mistakes.

Yandere! Ragnvaldr Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Trauma, Dark themes, Death/Mass Murder, Violence, Threats, Blood, Gore, Jealousy, Possessive/Protective behavior, Forced relationship, Fear and Hunger content.

Ragnvaldr was born with the soul of the tormented, he's destined to struggle in his life... which is what made him what he is.

I feel his obsession counts as one of those struggles.

He's incredibly strong and has an iron will.

He was forced to come back to his home to see his entire tribe and village dead by The Knights of The Midnight Sun.

This included his wife and child.

He enters the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger to find Le'garde and exact revenge.

In fact, his only goal is revenge.

Yet while try to pursue his goal, he finds you.

You are pleasant distraction... a sight for sore eyes in a place such as the dungeons.

Ragnvaldr tries not to distract himself too much with you, he has a goal.

But you still manage to tag along... at first just following from behind.

When he confronts you and asks what you're planning, you say you want to help his quest.

You don't want to be alone here.

For some reason, Ragnvaldr takes pity on you and allows you to follow along with him.

Perhaps you reminded him of the family he used to have.

Ragnvaldr, despite his appearance, is capable of being kind.

When you follow along on his quest he teaches you important skills.

While he's capable of taking on threats, you stick by to heal him and keep him going with whatever supplies you find.

You try not to ask much about his motivations but you can tell he's hellbent on something.

I feel out of the entire main cast for Funger 1, Ragnvaldr is the most terrifying as a yandere due to his physical prowess.

I feel Cahara is bad due to his touchy and persistent nature, D'arce is bad due to her delusional behavior, Enki may be bad psychologically, but Ragnvaldr is bad since he is so strong.

You've seen how he can tear through threats in this place.

Especially if you see how he treats Le'garde when he gets his hands on him.

You look away when Ragnvaldr deals with Le'garde, if the fool is even alive when you get there.

It's not the worst thing you've seen.

Ragnvaldr probably uses you as a way to cope with the loss of his family.

That can be by seeing you as a close companion or perhaps even another romantic partner.

Ragnvaldr seems like he's be possessive but also protective.

He won't admit it but he dreads the thought of losing you.

As a result he works hard to keep you beside him.

If you seem upset or are losing sanity, he'll be by your side to hold you.

He probably dislikes you taking in other people to the group, like Cahara, D'arce, or Enki.

However, he holds his rage back.

Oh... but imagine Ragnvaldr during his S Ending as a yandere.

You watch as this man slaughters every paranormal creature in his path, all to soothe his bloodlust and protect you.

Seeing Ragnvaldr covered in blood becomes the norm for you.

He probably would even target party members, driven completely by the thought that they could take you.

At the peak of his obsession there's a good chance Ragnvaldr is covered in blood, giving you a stare that's both of adoration and something else entirely.

You originally followed him for protection... but now you fear he's a monster like the rest of the creatures in this dungeon.

But there's nothing much you can do when he pulls you into his bare chest, the blood smearing on your clothes and face.

He holds your face with bloody hands, he vows he won't ever hurt you or let anything hurt you.

Really... what can hurt you anymore?

Ragnvaldr would/already has slaughtered everything and everyone you come across.

All that's left is the blood on you and him.

He looks at you with such... obsession.

You could almost mistake it for care.

Now you're nearly completely alone, except for the Outlander in front of you.

He'll even drag you out of the dungeons with him, covered in blood, the both of you affected by the horrors you've seen.

You would call it bad...

But honestly, nothing compares to the horrors you've seen in there.

Not even the blood and gore Ragnvaldr leaves behind as he swears to care for you.

"Now nothing can hurt you... I won't let it. Every creature and person who dares to touch you will die by my hands... painfully.... Nothing will come between you and me, not even the gods."

[s0apmactav1sh]

Part 4 of 4

The finale of King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Cw: angst. Pure angst.

It shouldnt be this painful. You knew death, he was both your comrade and enemy at the same time. The person who shadowed you constantly, who was merciful to the souls of other soldiers. Some said you carried on like death didnt exist. Like you were immortal, as a mockery to the one god you didnt have the will to overpower. And yet when you needed him most he was no where to be found. No dark hood and cloak in your surrounding vision just the mass murder of the enemy line you foolishly ran into.

"Where are you..?"

Its a pitiful mumble as you try moving but the spear thats embedded into your chest keeping you down doesnt make it easy. You had made a mockery of death when you took it upon yourself to rid the enemys of there leader who came to start war on your kingdom. You denied the orders of your king in a fit of your own rage and while you had killed the man who was so hellbent on bringing chaos to a peaceful land, you had been impaled by a spear.

Were you even worthy to be rewarded by the gods to allow you into their sanctuary or were you another fool who would be sucked down into the depths to join the king of the underworld? Only time would tell and it didnt seem that you had much with the way your head was beginning to spin and splotches of black began crowding your vision. Voices and sounds were all to distant no matter where the were coming from. Between the yells of orders and the sounds of those taking there last breaths you were among the many who would suffer the judgement of the gods.

King!Price who finds you in sea of bodies no longer breathing but his scattered mind tells him otherwise. You cant be dead, your his loyal knight the only way you would die would be at the hands of him when he tells you to die. Even though he can feel how cold you are he still demands you be picked up and brough back to the medical wing in the castle and 'healed' none of the other knights had seen their king as distraut as he was now. So worried over another dead.

But you werent just another dead to him. You were the man he loved, the man he cared for even when you couldnt you were his everything and more and his delusions that you were still alive kept that well fed. The medical wing wasnt empty but it wasnt full, injured knights hadnt all been brough back from the field of battle and yet you were being prioritized even though you were clearly lifeless just by the way you were hanging limply in the arms of the king as he placed you down onto a bed.

No one else was able to touch you other than him as he took off your helmet and revealed your pale face, eyes wide with fear and unmoving. He knew it deep down you were gone no longer his lover, no longer there to be the one to care for him. No you were the husk of what your soul used to be.

Death welcomes all of the souls he travels the path to the afterlife with expect for you. He had been hunting you down like a predator. With each dangerous situation you put yourself in and managed to get out of he was always there waiting for the day he could come and snatch your soul. And finally after years of waiting he had done it. He had taken the soul that had mock and avoided him for so long yet know you were his and it wasnt the gods that would decide your faith no, death had chosen you to be his sucessor. The next death would be you.

Your funeral was morbid. No one showed other than the king and other knights. It made sense with how little you talked of a spouse or a family around them that they would find out you didnt have either. But Price knew. He knew of your guilt that ate away at you even while being his strongest knight, he knew of the weight that was heavy on your shoulders keeping you from properly enjoying your existance on the planet. But he also knew you died alone and truly petrified over the dreadful life you had ending. Your grave was there to display your honor but there would be no one to ever vist because you never had anyone.

Of course over the years your memory faded from Prices mind although he desperately tried clinging to it. He found it difficult to live without you as his devoted knight until someone came a replaced you. Completely erasing you from the pages within. But you were never truly gone, you watched yourself be forgotten about. Hovered near price as he remained king and led the souls of the dead to their rightful places in the afterlife.

Fin.

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Its done. The ending of King Price x Knight Reader. I didnt know how else to end it so I decided with angst and yeah im happy with it :) i am broke so i cant pay for anyones therapy but i can give you a happy owl to make it better

[antimatterz]

don't let me go

yanqing x gn!reader

summary: you find yanqing left to bleed after he's defeated by blade and dan heng il, and rush to his side.

cw: comfort, mentions of blood, can be read as platonic

enyo's note: after debating whether or not to write for him i decided to go through with it because i'm just too soft for this boy. and yes there's a genshin impact easter egg lol.

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you had no clue what was going on outside of the four walls that confided you. following jing yuan's command, you had to stay inside as chaos reigned on the xianzhou luofu. but as you listened to the general's urgent order, yanqing had rushed out to help, leaving you all worried and restless. it was fear that stopped you from hurrying after him, yet you grew impatient and it came to a point where you considered going after him.

but jing yuan asked you to – ugh. for the nth time, you paced back through the room to the position you came from, until a decision was made. you couldn't care less about what in the world was going on; you had to know if yanqing was safe.

now that you made up your mind, you fell into a state of hurry. you burst through the door, the heavy components falling shut behind you. you were outside now, away from your safe confinements. instantly you were met with a frozen yet perilous battlefield, motionless bodies of cloud knights scattered around limply and stained with blood.

fear stirred awake in the pit of your stomach. was it really a good decision to leave the safe zone? what if it would cost your life? you didn't know much about the enemy, as jing yuan chose to keep you mostly in the dark, but judging from the mangled state of the corpses that lay around, they didn't know mercy. what if you would run into them? sure, you could put up a fight, but you were no match for an entire army – and come on, if even the cloud knights had to bow down and face defeat, what could you begin against them?

right, you were only scaring yourself at this point. once, you glanced back towards the doors that now shut you out. then you broke until a full sprint, worry stopping you from acting discreetly. you had to find yanqing.

you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, often having to swerve left and right in order to dogde fallen soldiers. it was eerily silent, and no living being was in sight. it was clear that the fieriest battle had already pulled over this part of the xianzhou luofu, leaving nothing but a lifeless quietness and traces of bloodshed and demise.

until a scream pierced through.

a shiver ran down your spine as you recognized the voice all too well, even though it was laced with pain and terror in a way you've never heard before. you abruptly halted and spun around, not thinking straight as you ran into the direction of the terrible cry. only yanqing's name resonated through your mind, and you had to get to him, no matter what.

who knew what dangers lay ahead? you dashed into them blindly, spurred on by yanqing's call. adrenaline surged as you went, heavy breaths passing your lips. you knew this part of the luofu like the back of your hand, and navigated along the corners effortlessly.

finally, after eternally lasting minutes full of dread, you found him – or rather, his still figure. your heartbeat ran cold in fright as you feared for the worst. after freezing momentarily, you awakened from your state of shock and ran over to the boy you so adored. you fell to your knees right next to him, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through your joints as you hit the pavement.

"yanqing!" you cried, your hands finding his motionless body. fresh blood stained your fingertips, but you cared not.

hearing your voice made the boy stir awake, and you breathed out in relief when his eyes opened. irises with the hue of ancient rime gazed up at you with effort as he called out your name softly.

"aeons, you're alive." a hesitant smile fell upon your lips, but your expression turned sour once you realized how badly hurt the boy was. "yanqing, what happened?"

"s-stellaron hunter and a traitor," yanqing seethed weakly.

"you fool, why did you run off on your own?" you scolded him. careful not to hurt him, you brought your arms around his trembling body and buried your face in his bloodied shoulder. you hardly cared about the blood that stained you, all that mattered was that you were united with a very much alive yanqing.

yanqing flinched in pain upon feeling your arms around him, but he nevertheless reciprocated the hug with a small grunt as it put a strain on his injuries. just like you, he didn't care. after the sheer terror of facing not one but two seasoned fighters, losing the battle, and being left to bleed out, he was glad to be safe and sound within your embrace.

"i'm sorry, y/n," he apologized. "i just, i just wanted to do something." the boy coughed, splatters of blood staining both your clothes. "how would i be useful if i just sat and waited while everyone else is fighting to save the luofu?"

"you could've died," you said, stifling a sob. "you're so reckless sometimes, yanqing."

"but i'm alive," the boy said. "i'll be okay."

you knew he was right; though he was injured and bleeding quite a lot, nothing seemed life-threatening. yes, he needed medical care, which he would receive as soon as you brought him to the safe zone. for now, you allowed him a moment to gather his strength after a battle that nearly ended in his very demise.

"you're upset," yanqing stated. "i'm sorry, y/n."

"of course i am," you affirmed, even though the feeling was dissolving rapidly now that he held you in his arms. you were relieved more than anything else – okay, and maybe a little mad at him for being so reckless, risking his life. but all with all, most of that melted like snow underneath the scorching sun now that you were together again. "if any, i'm just glad you're okay."

you let him go just a little bit, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. "but general jing yuan will hear about this!"

"aww, y/n, you can't be like that," the poor boy sputtered.

"he's bound to find out, anyway," you reminded yanqing. "like, we're both gone from the safe zone and you're injured. what kind of excuse did you have in mind to mask that?"

"i'll worry about that later," yanqing sighed, pulling you closer again despite the pain and discomfort it brought him. "for now, just don't let me go."

and you complied, holding the boy a little tighter – yet still careful not to hurt him. after moments of terror, you found him and he was alive and not in danger any longer. that was all that mattered, right? you wouldn't know what to do if he died today, if you found him too late and were met with his cold and mangled body, like all the fallen cloud knights you ran into as you sought yanqing.

if anything like this were to occur again, you'd go with him. there was no way you'd let him go on his own again. it had always been the two of you, like two peas in a pod. not in your darkest nightmares could that bond be broken, and today had gotten way too close. it scared you, and you did not want that to happen again.

you held him close, listening to how yanqing's breathing gradually grew steadier. with each increase of strength, another pinch of worry left your being. he was okay. and thus, so were you.

you wouldn't let him go.

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

[bongo-clash]

To Seem Like the Green Light (Burned Out)

Ectober week prompt: Soul Shredder

'The Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms sure is familiar with fear for someone who does not hold it within their domain. Fright Knight decides it’s time for a talk.'

(No content warnings || fic under cut!!)

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Fright Knight, if he’s being honest, does not understand his new ward in the slightest. 

As the Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms, the boy is absurdly powerful. He had to be, to have defeated Pariah Dark- a ghost so fearsome it took an entire gathering of the Ancient Ghosts to seal him the first time- and to have beaten him with only his determination and a suit far too large for him, built by his human father. He’d heard of the boy’s abilities in extent amongst his allies in the Zone: his ice, his ectoblasts, his wail. Unbreakable, unstoppable, dimension-shaking. Yes, Prince Phantom was powerful indeed.

But it’s so hard to connect the image of him to this reputation that precedes him so. Because Phantom wears a too-big crown and a too-big cape and a ring that slips off his fingers, and if he looks anything it’s this: small, and skittish. 

And scared. 

Fright Knight knows a lot about that. 

Fear is his domain, after all; it calls to him like a siren song calls to sailors on the open ocean. The taste of it is all allure- dread like a sweet wine, terror strong and honeying- he lives beyond living for it, just as he lives beyond living to serve the Realms’ Keeper, sacred and gratifying as such a duty is. Fear is his greatest delight- but this fear is his liege’s, and it is… sour. Sour to be exposed to, sour against the reach of his senses, the boy’s extending aura. Sour, perhaps, because the boy is royalty won in combat and powerful beyond belief, but he is still a boy. Younger still as a ghost than he is as a human. 

Impossibly large shoes to fill, and an overflowing well of mistakes to rectify that he hasn’t even existed long enough to have witnessed in the first place. 

Fourteen. His core isn’t even a year old, he’s a child. 

Fright Knight may relish in the terror of his opposition, but this boy is not his enemy, and this fear should not have to exist. And if there’s something he can do to abate it- well, that’s only his duty, as the Crown Prince’s most loyal knight. 

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It’s not often that he finds himself in the human world, but the King’s Keep is thrumming with anxiety, and lairs are bound to their keepers in a way few things are, an indicator of the state of their hosts. The moment he takes stock of the shift, Fright Knight is making his way towards the artificial portal the Prince’s human parents created, looking for the disturbance in the Zone’s atmosphere and finding it soon enough. 

From there, all it takes is a few seconds of intangibility upwards, and he finds himself in the room of the Prince. The Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms, in his human form, hunched over in bed with a blanket curled around him, expression exhausted but equally sleepless. 

“I sensed trouble within your Keep, Prince Phantom.” He says simply. 

The boy startles slightly, as if he hadn’t even noticed Fright Knight was there. “Ah- I, uh, hey- hi? Wait, did you say trouble?”

“The Keep reflects its Keeper,” Fright Knight explains, not unkindly. “Your Keep is not in trouble; it seemed as if you were, my liege.”

“Oh,” Phantom breathes, shoulders unwinding from where they’d begun to climb towards his ears, less from a total relief and more from a weariness. As if to prove it, his shoulders do not stop once they’ve receded, drawing further and further into himself as if intending to disappear. “Oh, sorry. I’m not- I’m not in any trouble, or anything. Sorry if you thought something was going on.”

Fright Knight has not had a ward beyond Pariah for a long, long time, but even then, they were never so young- either when alive or dead. They tended to be well beyond childhood before their death (if they were ever alive at all), and their cores fully formed for decades, centuries prior to taking the mantle. Not for the first time, he wonders how it can possibly be seen reasonable, fair to push a responsibility meant for immortals who have tasted that immortality on a child who hasn’t even had his first death day. 

But Fright Knight doesn’t control what’s fair, and he doesn’t control how the Keep chooses its holder. He can only control what he does in this moment. “But there is something going on. You’re afraid.” 

Whatever thoughts had been turning over behind Phantom’s expression pause at the statement, face all at once becoming bewildered, overwhelmed with the unexpected. He looks like someone with a weapon pointed between their eyes; a realisation, and a cautiousness trying not to reveal a dread. 

“Right, yeah, you sense that stuff- you’re the Fright Knight- how did I forget? I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that; I’ll be better about it! I swear you won’t have to deal with this or anything, it was just…”

Oh. He looks like someone with a weapon pointed between their eyes because he thinks Fright Knight is going to draw his. He acted wildly and without a thought when he was freed by the boy some months ago, seeking his Soul Shredder, and likely cemented no assuring reputation when fighting under Pariah. He is not a spirit that tends to dwell on his regrets, but privately, he winces at the reminder. There are very few ways to apologise for such a dismal first encounter in any meaningful fashion; there may be very little point in apologising at all, at least not in this moment.

Instead, he simply lowers himself to the ground, feet meeting carpet from where they’d previously been floating. “I am a spirit who thrives upon fear, and upon summoning it within my enemies, but I am also a spirit who thrives upon the prosperity of my ward. You are in a place of rest, in your own domain, and you have the power to fell any who may cross you, and yet, it is not prosperous. This requires intervention, but it is not punishable.”

Phantom’s eyes turn downwards to avoid his gaze. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Fear is fear; it cannot be stupid.”

A moment passes before the boy’s reservations draw back, and he attempts to explain. 

“I keep getting these nightmares. I think it’s just ‘cause I’ve been stressed recently; I always used to get nightmares when I was stressed as a kid. But I keep getting these nightmares of just- I dunno, everything. Some ghost beating me into the ground and hurting the people in Amity; some ghost beating me into the ground and hurting the people in the Zone; being a monster, being a bad ruler, being a bad son. I wanna tell my parents about being half ghosts but they still hate ghosts- and they love me so much, but I can’t really be sure if it’s safe, can I? It feels like everything’s just wrong lately and- and I’m scared!” 

It had started subdued enough, but as he carried on speaking, the boy’s voice progresses from a mumble to a cry, ending with tears reflecting off the glow from Fright Knight’s figure. 

And Fright Knight is intimately familiar with fear, but he’s far too used to being the cause; he doesn’t know how to soothe it, is unused to wanting to. Slowly, making sure to leave enough time between steps that the Prince has the opportunity to tell him to recede, he makes his way towards the boy’s bed, and sits down at the edge. Slower, slower still, a cold hand makes its way to the boy’s back, motionless but steady once it’s taken its place. 

He waits until Phantom has calmed enough that the trembling abates even if the tears haven’t quite finished, and then speaks. “I am a spirit of fear,” He starts quietly. “And I have seen every manner of being afraid, regardless of how strong. Most much older than you, many more imposing- none of them, none of these beings, have I seen able to face the nightmares of your reality unshaken. You are afraid; I believe every time I have met you, you have been afraid- but you have never faltered for it. You are young, and you may be terrified, but there is something about that that perhaps makes you braver.”

“And you have friends. You have your human loved ones here, and your allies within the Realms- and if being a good knight to you means being a friend, then I am your friend as well. You are not alone, Prince Phantom, and I don’t believe you ever will be.”

There is a moment of silence thicker than the blizzards of the Far Frozen, and eventually, Phantom leans to his side, looks him in the face. The fear is not gone (Fright Knight wonders idly if it ever will be, and figures not), but it’s calmer, now. More willing to settle in lieu of raging against any other emotion. 

“Thanks, Fright Knight.”

“It is my duty, Prince Phantom.”

His eyes flicker with some kind of amusement. “Can you call me Danny, though? Prince Phantom’s still kind of weird.”

“…Very well, Prince Danny.”

Fright Knight is unsure whether he’s ever made another being smile before, but looking at the child grinning snidely at him between eyes rimmed red-green from past tears, he thinks he could tolerate doing it again. 

[rookthorne]

It's heart month! What better way to celebrate then think of our favourite supersoldiers spoiling us?

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

―  BUCKY BARNES  ―

֎  Biker!Bucky Barnes  —  Brotherhood & Bullets ֎  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes  —  Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎  Mechanic!Bucky Barnes  —  His Girls ֎  Modern!DILF!Bucky Barnes — Whispered Affections ֎  Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes  —  Inked Sun

―  STUCKY  ―

֎  Tattoo Artist!Stucky  —  Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

—  The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼

───   Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

Acts of love never had to be something overstated or complicated — it lay in smaller actions. An offer to make lunch or a warm cup of drink; to do a chore or errand that the other dreaded, only to see their eyes brighten for thoughtfulness.  Bucky was much the same man as those who preferred smaller, intentional acts, and you presented him with the perfect opportunity. 

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑨𝑺𝑺

───   Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive.  You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit. 

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑾

───   Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ──  𝐒 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

───   Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

The first port of call, whether you intuitively chose it or not, was always going to be Bucky — rain or shine, he was there to lift your spirits, and at that moment, you needed it more than ever. 

ʚɞ 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

───   Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

ʚɞ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

───   Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day.  But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬

ʚɞ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

───   DILF!Bucky x Babysitter!F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.

ʚɞ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

───   Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ──  𝐏 + 𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

───   Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐀 + 𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe.  What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑴𝑬

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

Card by @sweetspicybingo

[medusapelagia]

Seeds of Dreams, Seeds of Truth 6\11

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Magic, Regent Prince/King Steve Harrington, Knight Eddie Munson, Prison, Sick Steve Harrington, Vomiting, Attempted Murder, Poisoning, Double povs, Panic Attacks, Magic,

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, (Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11)

WC: 994

“Who the hell are you talking about!” Gareth yells, tired to be left out of the conversation.

“Our enemy is not the king.” Robin announces, playing with her crystals. “It’s Vecna.”

Time seems to freeze.

Vecna is a name they all know. It’s the name of the monster in every bedtime story: the one that comes at night and takes you away if you have been naughty. And now it seems that even if the stories were just stories, the monster is real.

And has come to their kingdom.

“Are you sure?” Gareth asks, “I mean… I thought it was just a way to keep the kids out of trouble…”

“It is… and it isn’t. Every story contains a kernel of truth.” Robin says, grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring some, “He was a mage, a very powerful one; some say that he was the most powerful mage ever existed. But it wasn't enough for him. He was greedy, he wanted even more power. So he found a powerful spirit and took his powers.” Robin sips some wine, her eyes staring at the flames like she is seeing things that they can only imagine. “But magic always has a price.”

That doesn’t sound like good news. 

Jeff is the one who dares to ask, “How… how is he going to pay this debt?”

The icy blue stare of the mage turns toward the boy, studying him, “What does the story say?” 

“And if you're naughty or you're bad, he'll be the last nightmare you've ever had.” Jeff replies, remembering an old nursery rhyme.

“Exactly.” The woman agrees “The spirit he robbed feeds himself with nightmares, so to stay alive Vecna is forced to enter his victims’ minds and swallow their life energy. He shows his victims their most secret fears and lets the monstrous part of himself feed on their terror until the victim dies in their sleep with a dreadful expression.” She sips more wine. “But that wasn’t the only price he paid. He became a threat to the entire kingdom, so the king gathered together all his forces and started a witch hunt.”

“The purge.” Eddie murmurs and the two women nod.

“Mages and healers from everywhere were killed or imprisoned in the king’s dungeons. Just a few of us survived, and as time went by people forgot about us and we were finally able to live our lives in peace. But if he is back we are all in danger.” Robin says, staring at Chrissy.

Chrissy sits at Robin's feet, putting her head on her lap while the other woman cards her fingers through her hair.

“If we defeat him once we can defeat him again!” Jeff declares proudly, beating with his palm on his armor, but the mage chuckles.

“Defeated, you say? If your people defeated him, why is he still here? Banging on your doors? Huh?”

The royal guards stare at each other: they are just a handful of people and even if they could manage to get the castle back how are they supposed to fight with a powerful dark mage?

“What can we do to protect our people?” Eddie asks, keeping his eyes on the map in front of him: there are thousands of people living in the kingdom whose lives are at risk at every moment.

“Everyone who is staying at the castle is already doomed.”

Eddie’s eyes go to the girl who is resting at the mage’s feet. “What about you? He will come for you too, won’t he?”

The mage chuckles. “Oh, he will try, probably, but he won’t get to us. This place is sacred and it’s protected by more enchantment than I can even recall; Vecna will not risk injuring himself when he can have many other people who are so defenseless.” She sips more wine and when she smiles her teeth are tainted red.

“Why now? After all these years?”

The woman frowns. “My guess is as good as yours.”

Eddie turns toward his companions wondering how that happened, and then he looks at the map on the table, frowning. “The war at the northern border was a trap.”

“Maybe not a trap, but I’m pretty sure that Vecna was already feeding in that realm and took the chance to move here with the army like the parasite he is.”

“So it was he who poisoned my king?” Eddie asks, his hands on the hilt of his sword as if he could cut the person who brought death and destruction to their lands that very moment.

“I can’t know for sure.”

“But you can guess.”

The mage nods.

“Fuck!” Gareth yells, slamming his fist on the table that trembles under his rage. “If it’s like that we are screwed! How can we fight a monster and an evil spirit? We are condemned! Everyone is condemned! We must run away as fast as we can!” he proposes and more than one guard nods in agreement.

“He will find you, Gareth. And if not you, your sons, or the sons of your sons. The only way to stop Vecna is to kill him.” The mage says, still stroking Chrissy’s hair. “The only problem is that he is too powerful to be killed.”

“You are a powerful mage! You could help us! Please! Come with us!” Jeff begs.

The mage smirks, playing with her crystals. “My magic is strong but it’s not the right kind of magic. I can heal, I can read the flames, but I can’t fight nightmares.”

Gareth glares at the woman, ready to unsheathe the sword, but Eddie stops him, grabbing him by his wrist before he does something stupid.

He tries to think faster.

“Who might have the kind of power we are searching for?”

“Magic is like a seed, it can bloom in the wild or it can be grown in a vase, but there are no vases anymore. Your only hope is to find a wildflower.”

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Hi! I’d like to request something with Aemond x older!reader (non-highborn), where reader is insecure of her age and being older than him but he reassures her it doesn’t matter to him. Fluff and/or smut up to you ☺️ love your work!

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! <3

Sweet Summer Prince

You never understood his interest. Many pretty young ladies served in Harrenhal. You saw them walking around, being eyed and bedded by the soldiers now occupying the ancient stronghold. Aemond, being a prince and their commander, could have his pick of any of them. Yet, he'd picked you, the woman twice his age, widowed with two children of her own. You'd been the head of house when the prince showed up with his army and enormous dragon. They seized the castle within a day, slaying all the queen's loyalists inside, but leaving the servants alive. Who will cook their meals if they killed the entire household?

You'd expected one of the other serving girls to become the prince's bed mate. Naturally, they all dreaded the idea of catching his eye (he's only got the one), and having to 'serve' him personally. However, it'd been you he chose. One night, he sent one of his knights to bring you to him in his chambers. You were not a naïve woman. You'd been in Harrenhal since your childhood; your mother a scullery maid and your father the kennel master. You'd seen many women be taken from the kitchens or common rooms, and brought before whichever lord owned the stronghold at the time. You walked to the prince's quarters with your head up high. You refused to let these invaders see you fearful or weeping as you were brought before the young prince.

Prince Aemond lost his left eye many years ago, but you'd seen worse. Broad and leggy, he had the silver hair and blue eyes of the Targaryen line. You assumed he must be a strong lad if he could ride the ancient Vhagar and seize a stronghold like Harrenhal all by himself. He didn't wear his eyepatch that night, so instead he looked at you with the gleaming sapphire he put in place of the missing eye. You'd assumed he'd ask you to do some mundane task for him or complain to you about one the servers under your charge. You worried it might even be about your twins; they'd broken into the armory or gotten too close to his dragon or some other childish thing that might've upset him. But, instead he asked:

"Would you like some wine?"

Never turning down a cup of anything, you agreed. He'd gotten a plate of cheese, bread, grapes and a pitcher of wine on his table, and sat by the firelight to avoid the chill in the air. You remember looking over his sharp features, and realizing his appearance matched the coldness underneath. You tried to keep things easy, not showing any fear or dread in his presence. He asked you questions about yourself, your role at Harrenhal, and your background. He gave you snippets of his own life: being the second son of the late King Viserys, brother to the new king Aegon II, and rider of Vhagar, the oldest and largest of dragons. You found him quite fascinating. He was well-read, having studied history and philosophy. He enjoyed poetry and books just as much as sword and shield. You nearly asked why they hadn't made him the king. He appeared capable of it. But, Aemond seemed to respect the line of succession, and what the hell did you know? You're only a long-time servant.

The prince's real intentions became clear a few nights later, when he asked you to draw him a bath, then asked you to join him in it. You laughed that you aren't what he wants. He needed a supple, lithe beauty whom he can lift around like a rag doll. Aemond only smirked at you, then said he didn't want a little girl. He wanted a woman. It'd been many years since a man approached you in such a way. Your husband died of a fever years before, and you'd never taken up another lover since then. But, you could not refuse a prince, especially one like Aemond. You'd disrobed in front of him, seeing his eye scanning your naked figure, before you stepped into the warm waters with him. Your naked bodies touching, you forced yourself to keep control as the young, handsome, strong man began running his hands over you. You never expected a man as young as Aemond to know a woman's body, but yes, he did. Very well. In minutes, the boy had you trembling and panting against his body as he fingers pumped between your thighs.

Since then, you and Aemond spent every night together. You did not always make love, but the nights you did felt special. Always gentle. Always careful. You'll admit, he made you feel young. He brought an exciting light into your life, and him being fond of your twins only made you like him more. They'd been most pleased when he carefully introduced Dian to Vhagar after the boy expressed an interest in dragons. Dia asked you if you'd marry Prince Aemond, so she may be a princess. You laughed. You told her only noble ladies became princesses. But, this comment did make you think:

Why did he want you?

You stood in his bed chamber at night, preparing his bed for his nightly routine and putting a fresh basin and jug of water for him. You glanced across the room to see Flora, a shapely blonde girl ten years younger than you. She'd become popular amongst the men in Harrenhal. Aemond should have her. She is better suited, not an old crone like you, even though you were only five-and-thirty.

Aemond appeared in the room some time later, sending Flora away at once. You recognized the glint in his eye once she disappeared. It surveyed you from afar, and you couldn't help but blush. He had a way of making you feel like a young maiden again. This was why he should have Flora. She is young. Never married with no children, the signs of having bore a child did not stretch or weigh down her body like you. She'd be tighter, and more pliable than you.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his soft-spoken voice louder in the quiet room.

"Nothing, my prince," you insisted, turning your back and moving things around on a table even though you didn't need to. "Did you enjoy your dinner tonight? I'm afraid Horace has trouble finding proper meat these days. He says your dragon's presence scares away all the good game."

"Dinner was acceptable enough, but that's not what concerns me right now." You heard him coming up behind you. You flinched for a moment as large hands went around your wide hips. "Something's upset you. I wish to know what it is."

"Nothing's upset me."

"You don't need to hide things from me," he assured you, hands going up your sides and bringing you to his chest. Warm lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Please, tell me."

"You should bed Flora," you whispered back. You looked anywhere but at him. You couldn't stand it if you caught his eyes. "She's pretty, young, and new. She's never known a man, as far as I know, so her maidenhood can be yours. You shouldn't be with an old woman like me."

"I don't want Flora," he said. "She doesn't excite me like you do."

You laughed, "Excite you?"

"Yes," he pressed himself into you, "Excite me. Your age doesn't matter to me, Y/N. It never has. It's your heart I care for most."

"That and you have an appetite for old crones."

He chuckled softly, hands going to your back and unlacing your underbust. "I might," he said, tossing it aside once he'd finished, and slowly pulling your chemise from your shoulders. "You bring me comfort," he continued, kissing from your neck to your shoulder, "And peace in this place. Enemies stand all around me, wanting to kill me and take my brother's crown away. They want to take my birthright from me. I have so few people I trust in this life." He slipped your chemise down from your breasts, heavy and hanging from birthing children. You gasped once his hands cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze, "I wish for you to be one of them."

Smiling, you turned around to face him. Carefully, you removed his eyepatch to see his sapphire eye. Your thumb traced over the jagged scar that ran from above the eyebrow to his cheek. Thin lips curled into a faint smirk before finally leaning to capture yours. He stoked a fire inside you that never went out. The kiss deepened as you both removed the rest of each other's clothes, falling back onto his bed. Your bodies became one piece, limbs sliding until you locked together in a passionate embrace. You tossed your head back, he dotted kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts. You spread your thighs to let him slide between them, and began grinding your hips into his. You felt his exact length laying over your sex, which only added fuel to the fire inside you. Your clit brushed over his shaft each time you moved, and when he matched your movements, he growled against your breasts. Nipples peaked hard, his slid his tongue around and over it before giving a soft suckle. You whimpered. 

“My prince...” you sighed, your hands sliding through his hair while he sunk down your body. 

His head between your thighs, his tongue languidly slipped over each of your folds before touching the very center. He continued this for a while: teasing dragging the tip of his tongue on each side before rapidly flicking over the clit up top. He used his tongue to massage the space just underneath, as he licking the underside right above your entrance. A strong arm kept you pinned to the bed so he could explore every crevasse of your sex, licking up the juices dripping out. Your hands grabbing tufts of hair, you pushed his face further into you so he tongue slipped through your entrance. Grabbing the outside of your thighs, he kept still as you grinded into his face. He growled and it sent light vibrations through your body, making you quiver. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, the long digits massaging your walls and curling inside you. It made you ache for more, for him. You never felt more complete than when Aemond filled you to the hilt. A young man very eager to please you, he kept working his fingers into you until you slid away from him. In your heat, you reached down to the young prince and rolled him onto his back. 

Lips crashing together, he had no complaints when he entered you. Your slick still on your lips, you licked it off as you began rocking on top of him. He groaned deeply, grasping onto your hips tightly and guiding you along his length. Your walls squeezed him with each stroke. Tenderness could be saved for the morning. Right then, you needed him. You needed him to assure you that you are being ridiculous; that he truly loved you. You’d met so many men who gave proclamations of love, only to walk away once you’d given them what they wanted. Even your late husband proved to be the same; he only stayed because he’d gotten you pregnant, and forced into matrimony. Aemond filled you completely, not too large or small. You certainly felt his girth stretch you. His hands never left you. His lips left tiny stings of pain with each lick or bite at your flesh. The hunger in each of you burned hot like dragon fire, your pace beginning to pick up and release drawing closer. 

Moments later, your climaxes burst through your bodies. You shuddered, stiffened and pulsated in each wave. Aemond kept his hand around your throat to keep you in place, riding out his orgasm right after yours. Pure ecstasy made you feel dizzy, the combination of his hand and his cock bringing you further over the edge before it’d passed. A familiar warmth filled you once Aemond’s climax subsided. You’d brew a pot of moontea later. 

Or perhaps you might not. Perhaps you keep his seed inside you. You weren’t so old. You could have another child...a beautiful one with a sharp nose, blue eyes and silver hair. 

Once you’d both finished, you rolled away from Aemond onto your back. You let the draft coming from the window cool your heated skin. You both laid in silence for a brief moment to catch your breath. Neither of you said anything as you slowly came together underneath the sheets. He did not have to. It was in the kisses, and gentle touches he gave. He truly desired you, if anything. You snuggled closer to him, feeling his heart beat in time with yours, and slowly drifted to sleep. 

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Aemond died a few months later at The God’s Eye, fighting on his dragon against his uncle, Daemon Targaryen. You’d never felt such a strong heartbreak before. The person who’d breathed life back into you no longer walked the world. He’d gone somewhere far, where you could not touch or kiss him. You’d lost everything. The only thing you had left of Aemond was the son he gave you.

A silver-haired boy you named Cedric. You knew people at Harrenhal whispered about what happened between you and Aemond. Anyone who looked at Cedric knew it. You didn’t care. He often reminded you of Aemond at times: reserved, quiet, but strong and intelligent. You thought he might be a knight or a soldier one day. 

Foolishly, he might even be a king. 

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A/N: thank you so much for this! I’d love to do something similar sometime but with highborn, since age mattered more in court than in common people. But, I enjoyed this so much, I hope you did too! <3

[koko-doodle]

Demon Vamp AU: Chapter 1

Heyo! I’m excited to share this FNAF x Undertale story mash up with you guys, I think it will be quite a doozy. This is the humble beginnings of your tragic life when everything changed. There are some depictions of violence (fighting monsters) but the most graphic scene of this chapter involves decapitating a hellhound. Nothing explicit, I’d say it’s like PG to PG13ish. I don’t write gore stuff, grosses me out but this is just a warning in case it might bother someone.

Summary: 500 years ago monsters were banished to a deep crater called The Pit and confined by an impenetrable barrier. About 450 years later, the barrier is suddenly no longer in tact and humans are once again fighting against the monsters. You are a knight, a protector of humanity but you died one dreadful night near the barriers edge where you shouldn’t have been. Strangely, you wake up not dead, in a place unfamiliar to you, and under the “protection” of demon-vampire brothers. After confronting your new reality, you end up facing the obstacles of deciding what is really true and what was a lie.

CHAPTER 1: LIFE’S END

Chapter 2: Life Anew

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“This is a bad idea Jeremy” you state nervously, thumbing the hilt of a small knife that rested in its sheath at your hip.

“Oh come on, you need to learn to live a little. Nothings happened for two weeks, I think those monsters have given up on this town.” Your partner replied triumphantly.

“Just because nothing HAS happened doesn’t mean nothing WILL.” You emphasize.

“Ugh, you’re no fun when you’re focused.” Jeremy grumbles, rolling his eyes before he forges ahead.

“Focused on keeping us alive, we wouldn’t want to be caught unaware of any monsters lurking in the dark you know.” You rebutted and watched him wave an annoyed hand at you without turning around. You shake your head with a slight chuckle, if there was anything you knew about your partner it was that he, Jeremy Fitzgerald, was as stubborn and determined as they come. He was committed to crossing into enemy territory just to get a glimpse of any creatures lurking around the edge of The Pit. His plans always seemed like he was trying to get you both killed, or worse, captured.

Your enemies were not exactly known for being the most kind to humans, you had been taught about the horrors of the War of Ages that came to an end just over 500 years ago. Monsters and humans never got along very well before the war but when the monsters decided they were the superior race, humanity was on the brink of being enslaved. You grew up knowing the story by heart; how a brave group of warriors, inventors, and sorcerers brought their talents together to fight against the monsters and free those humans who had been in bondage. They founded the Knights of the Dawn Age, noble warriors who fought against monsters for the freedom of humans. Humans could never truly eradicate the monsters however, so they were sealed in the deepest pit by a barrier that no monster could cross. Lives were sacrificed to create the barrier but in the end, humans prevailed.

Or so humanity thought.

About fifty years ago around the time your parents would have been born, there were reports of monsters attacking villages located near the outskirts of the barrier. It was thought to be a rumor at first but when attacks started happening more often and with undeniable video evidence, it became clear the barrier was no longer intact and that monsters did in fact exist. The Knights of the Dawn Age never dispersed after the original war, their knowledge and artifacts were passed down from generation to generation and the role of a Knight was opened to any who sought to protect humanity from threats. The continual advancements in technology were preparing humans for the day monsters might return and all that preparation was proving effective in the current growing war, however, humans were not the only ones who had been finding new ways to arm themselves for battle. With a new war came new threats in the form of new monsters unknown to humans, deadlier than before. While the sorcerers and inventors sought to find a way to repair the barrier, humanity still needed protection from the ravenous beasts emerging from The Pit.

As you both walked through the dark night, the only sounds you heard were gravel shifting from your footsteps and the peaceful melody of crickets singing. This forest was just outside a small town and was a beautiful place, despite being so dangerous. Your thoughts shifted to the day you were enlisted into the Knights of the Dawn Age. You were merely an orphan whose parents had been killed by a monster raid while they were attacking your village. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, that is when a Knight brought you back to the capital city at the heart of the mainland and you began your training. You trained hard, learned everything you could about every race of monster including the new ones, and passed every test you were given. You were a good warrior, a well trained soldier, and loyal to the Knights of the Dawn. Some thought you were too invested into your role as a Knight, unhealthily loyal, but no one could ever understand your drive to please those who had saved your life and given you purpose. You fought hard because you wanted to ensure that no child would have to grow up in fear or without parents like you had.

“Hey, earth to the killjoy” Jeremy says, elbowing you in the ribs to snap you out of your thoughts. “You okay?”

“I’m fine” you reply, you hadn’t realized how much time that had passed in silence. “Just wondering how I always get stuck with you on your ‘I’m trying to get us killed’ expositions.”

“How rude! I wouldn’t call them that, they are explorative expositions! Knowledge is power you know, the more we have the better. Besides, how many times have we really been that close to death huh?” He pauses and shakes his head. “Don’t answer that…” You stifle a laugh.

“And what exactly are we looking for tonight Indiana Jones?” You tease.

“Well, Laura Croft” he teases back, “we are on a reconnaissance mission. Looking for clues or hints to any recent monster activity.”

“Yeah right, you just want to see the edge of The Pit don’t you? There could be monsters guarding it, you know. That’s why the Council warned against anyone going near it. Or did you already forget that rule after training?”

“Maybe” he nods slightly, “but aren’t you at least a liiiittle bit curious as to what it looks like? I mean come on, there’s a giant black hole in the ground that spans for miles and you don’t want to see it? What’s wrong with you.” He argues playfully.

“I don’t have a death wish, unlike you.” You say, smacking him lightly against the back of the head, to which he flinches and laughs. “Haven’t you ever heard of the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’? We are supposed to be on night patrol around town, not the woods outside of town.”

“So we’re taking a little detour, no one will even know we left. Unless you tell them of course because-“ he begins walking backwards in front of you holding his hand against his forehead like a distraught maiden and his voice shifts to a high pitched tone in an attempt to mimic you. “‘It is my duty to please the Knights of the Dawn Age. All I want is for them to recognize my skills as a valiant knight and dub me a member of the Barrons.’”

“Ha ha very funny.” You shove him lightly away from you, resisting a giggle at his horrible attempt to make you loosen up. He moves to walk beside you and pulls your hand up to his chest by his heart.

“‘Then maybe I’ll finally get Mike Schmidt, my best friend and the man of my dreams, to notice me because I’m too much of a wuss to tell him how I feel” he continues.

“Oh shut up Jer!” You playfully shout and sneak your foot in front of his, causing him to trip forward and face plant right into the dirt. You find yourself giggling at the thud sound he makes when he hits the ground.

“Ouch.” He grumbles, rolling onto his back and staring back up at you with a very fake looking frown. “Betrayed by my own partner and tossed into the dirt, how could you?”

“Maybe next time you’ll learn not to bring up topics I wish I had never told you.” You remark, bending over his head to block his view of the tree line.

“Double ouch! I’m your partner! I’m supposed to know everything about you, its protocol!” He disputed as he sat up and started brushing the dirt off his chest.

“I think you’re confusing professional and personal again. The rule is to know your partner’s skills, not secrets.” You jested.

“I disagree, how are you supposed to sync with your partner if you don’t know everything that defines them as a person. Knowing your crush falls under that category, for your information.” He refutes.

“Just stop talking, please.” You grumbled but the distant sound of a twig snapping attracts your attention.

“I don’t get what the big deal is about personal stuff with you-” He says, standing up to wipe the rest of the dirt off.

“Stop talking.” You interrupt, your eyes searching the dark trees for any movement.

“Sharing how you feel does not make you weak, it makes you human.” He added.

“Shut up Jeremy.” You quickly respond, your posture tensing up.

“I’m not done, and I’m saying this as your friend and not your partner. I think-“

“Jeremy!” You whisper shout, slapping a hand over his mouth and holding up a finger to hush him. He follows your gaze as you both scan the area around you.

“Oh no, you are not doing this to me again. Are you just trying to get out of the conversation?” He whispers after removing your hand.

“Shhh! Listen.” Your eyes don’t leave an area behind you, straining your vision to pick up any movement.

“I don’t hear anything.” He retorts, frustrated.

“Exactly. The crickets stopped…” You quietly unsheath the spear like weapon on your back, the retractable hilt extending to its full length making it a foot taller than you. “It's dead silent in the middle of a forest at night.”

Jeremy seems to realize the situation and slowly draws his sword from its sheath. You move into a back to back formation, preparing for an attack from any direction. What felt like minutes was only a matter of seconds when a dark figure jumps out from behind a bush and launches itself at Jeremy. He quickly dodges the beast and turns to slash at its legs. The beast lets out a horrible screech while it turns to face you both. The creature was four legged and about the size of a large Great Dane, it’s skin looked like dried lava rock with spikes protruding from the spine while the head held the skull of a dog but with ears. The creature growled and its chest, eyes, and mouth began to glow red and yellow hues like magma heating up beneath the skin.

“Hellhounds!” You exclaim as three more emerge from the bushes at full speed, snarling grotesquely with every step.

“Aw come on!!!” Jeremy shouts raising his sword and activating the plasma edge of the blade, the sword edge began to glow a dark red. “I was in the middle of a serious conversation and you just had to ruin the moment!!!”

You activate the plasma blade on your own weapon, the blade extending to make the cutting edge of the weapon twice as large as its original form. You swing the glaive around in front of you and slice the face of a hellhound as it launches at you, missing your side by a matter of inches. You flow into another attack and catch the ribs of another beast while it runs past you, falling to its side and sliding into a nearby tree. Jeremy swings his sword and severs the legs off of one beast and twists into another maneuver, blocking the claws of a second hound from digging into his side. You bash the head of that beast with the end of your glaive and send it rolling away a few feet, you jab your glaive straight on into the chest of one going after your partner for a second time and rip it out as the beast crashes to the ground.

“Well this is turning out to be an exciting night, huh!” Jeremy hollers, catching his breath.

“That is not the word I would use!” You exclaim, examining the four bodies surrounding you. You pant, your heart racing with the adrenaline kicking into your system. The four lump creatures begin to shift as molten lava oozes from their wounds and reforms their bodies, they stand up and bark threateningly at you both.

“Ugh, we could be here all night! I forget these things don’t die easily!” Jeremy complains, raising his sword to prepare for more attacks from the beasts. “Could be worse I guess, at least there’s only four.” As you both defend yourself from the gnashing teeth and claws coming towards you, two more emerge from the dark from behind a tree.

“You just had to ask, didn’t you…” You accused, whacking away the jaws of a hound before it bit you.

The hounds all make their moves, lunging, dashing, and gnawing in an attempt to get their prey but you and your partner were always faster than them and anticipated every attack. Some hounds would fall to what seemed like fatal wounds but would get back up moments later completely healed, snarling with more ferocity. You both fought with equal fierceness however, returning every attack they gave with a plasma blade embedded into some area of their body. Their attacks began to slow but the hellhounds showed no sign of retreat anytime soon. One was too focused on Jeremy and came inches away from biting his arm but with a swift move you managed to sever its head before its teeth could make contact with his skin. Its body fell to the ground and began fading into ash as it died, the ash flying away in the breeze.

��Whatever you do, do not let one bite you Jer! A scratch is excruciating but a bite will kill you!” You shout in a panic.

“I know, I know! Let’s just get rid of these things already!” He hollers back.

It is not easy to kill a hellhound but it is not impossible either as you just proved. The hellhound has to be weak enough or else a blade will not cut through the neck completely. Difficult, exhausting, and incredibly dangerous to do; there was a reason people nicknamed them devil dogs, most don’t survive the attacks unharmed. You had the advantage of being together but the odds would have been better if there were at least three of you. There were still five hellhounds left fighting and getting a shot at their neck without being bit was a task within itself. You managed to pin one down with your glaive as Jeremy brought his sword down like a guillotine and sliced the head clean from the body. You pulled your weapon away as the beast began fading but were tackled to the ground by a leap from one of the remaining creatures.

The beast snarled and growled viciously while you held the pole of your glaive in its mouth to prevent it from biting you. The stench of its breath smelled like burnt flesh and radiated heat, you could see the metal from your weapon begin to glow as it was being superheated by the mouth of the beast. You tried to toss the creature to the side and off of you but it stood firm. You had a moment of relief when Jeremy kicked it off you with as much force as he could muster and sent it rolling to a skid a few feet away. Your partner reached out a hand to help you up but was tackled just before you could grasp it.

“Jeremy!!!” You shout in horror while you watched him struggle on the ground. By the time you got to your feet, the beast had somehow gotten its claws through a small area of his leg armor and was digging them into his skin. He shouted out in pain, defending his upper body from the ravenous bitting with his sword firmly embedded into the neck of his attacker. You rushed over and skewered the hound in the chest so hard it was almost sliced in half, its body slumped just beside Jeremy as his hand quickly fell to the wound on his leg.

“You’re okay it’s just a scratch, you'll be fine! You gotta get up!” You exclaim, looking around to see the four hounds recovering from their current wounds. Jeremy just lay there shouting through gritted teeth and you did your best to help him up but he seemed consumed by the pain.

“Hey, we have about sixty seconds before they recuperate and come back for another round. They should relent soon, they can’t have that much fight left in them. Come on, get up!”

“It hurts….” He hissed.

“I know but you can do this! We are not going to die here, you hear me?!” You grab his arm and wrap it around your neck in an effort to help lift him from the ground. He shouts out in pain but you both manage to get him standing, his hand still shakily holding his leg. You get him stabilized enough to stand on his own and hand him his weapon. “We’re gonna get through this, I promise. I’ll carry you back to town when this fight is over and you can tease me all you want then, but right now I need you to-“

You began to say but were suddenly dragged to the ground by your leg. A hellhound with a partially healed back had your limb in its mouth and was dragging you away. Luckily your armor prevented its teeth from getting a hold on your skin but you could feel indents forming in the metal where teeth should be. You kicked at its head with your other foot and its grip on you loosened enough for you to remove your leg and scurry to your feet but just before you fully stood up the creature lunged at you knocking you forward onto your stomach. As you tried to catch your breath that is when you felt it. A burning, excruciating searing pain began to radiate from your shoulder. You screamed but no sound escaped your throat, you were paralyzed from the pain that was starting to spread to your whole body. You felt like you were burning from the inside out, you knew you needed to get out of the grip of your attacker but your muscles wouldn’t respond no matter how hard you tried. Suddenly the source of pain was ripped from your shoulder and sent crashing into another hound, yelping loudly in the process. You felt a pair of hands roll you onto your back and the figure of Jeremy loomed over you, fear and pain covering his expression.

“J-Jer…” was all you managed to get out. You felt tears welling up in your eyes uncontrollably and streak down your face while you looked slowly down to your shoulder. The distinct shape of a bite mark covered the armor and the metal indents from the teeth marks were glowing from the super heated metal. You grunted in pain from simply trying to move your hand. Everything still burned, your muscles, your bones, even your skin started to feel like it would melt off.

“No… it didn’t. Please tell me it didn’t.” He asks, panic filling every word. You grit your teeth hard and force yourself to sit up. The more you moved, the more painful it became but you tried to collect yourself and form a solid sentence while you stared at your horrified partner.

“G-Go… You need to go, g-get out of here.” You stutter.

“What?! No! You told me we weren’t going to die here!” He exclaims.

“WE aren’t, I am… You can still make it back to town.” You use him as a crutch while you both stand up unsteady and shaking. He holds onto your forearms tightly, refusing to let

“I am not going anywhere, I won’t abandon my partner!” His grip tightens.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. GET. BACK. TO. TOWN.” You hiss.

“N-No! I can’t! We stick together, that's the first rule of being a knight!”

“I’m already dead Jeremy!!!” You holler, the physical and mental pain clouding your ability to think straight. “There’s no reason for you to die too, just GO!” You rip your arms from his grasp and grab both of your weapons, connecting the hilts together.

“But I-“ He takes a step back, every emotion crossing over his expression all at once and his breathing beginning to sound more like gasping for air. He watches the four remaining hellhounds shifting as they heal, moments away from attacking again. “I can’t! You can’t-!”

“Hey” you said, locking eyes with him. “It’s okay. I’ll make sure they don’t follow you.” The weapon in your hand shifts as it interlocks itself together forming a dual ended spear. “You were the best partner I could have ever had, don’t forget that okay?”

Jeremy collects himself and straightens his posture, he gives you a knight’s salute with a shaky hand. “Fight with honor…” he quavered.

“Die with glory.” You nod and watch as he runs away limping.

—————

You dropped your weapon, breathing hard but it honestly felt like you weren’t breathing at all. You limp over to a tree and lean against it as you slide to the ground, watching the last pile of ash fade in the wind. You coughed, the taste of blood and tears filled your mouth but you didn’t care. You had managed to slay every hellhound, you fought with everything you had left and survived despite scratches and bite marks covering your entire body. Jeremy got away safe, he was alive and that was all you cared about. The searing pain had faded into complete numbness after the adrenaline in your body went into overdrive while you slayed the first hellhound by yourself. The other three were easier since you could barely feel anything they did to attack you.

The numbness was slowly fading into heaviness. Everything started to feel like it was turning to stone, your limbs feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. Your heart rate was slowing down fast while your shaky breathing became shallow. This was it. This was the end. The hellhound bite was quickly shutting all your organs down, not that your other injuries weren’t contributing to your death as well. Your vision began to blur and the ringing in your ears began to fade but you vaguely made out the shape of a figure approaching you. The black figure moved slowly, closer and closer to you.

If that’s you Jeremy I’m going to come back as a ghost and haunt you for the rest of your life. You say, or at least attempted to say if any part of your body still worked. You grunted softly while one last cough escaped your chest just as the figure approached you, they bent down and lifted your chin. You heard the figure speak but by this point your lungs refused to take in any more oxygen and your heart made its last attempt to keep you alive.

Everything faded to black.

[ririchanva]

//Ask and you shall receive :3 Actually, a lot of you seemed to enjoy this one so I'mma continue to add some more of this :D LEZZGO~

This one will include: Middle School Drama, mentions of bullying, Happy&Healthy!Inko, Alive!Emelie, Humbled!Felix, Chloe Sugar, Kim Salt, Max Salt, Marinette still being Marinette, snippets of Derision, teensy bits of Chloe crushing on Izuku, A MAJOR BUTTLOAD of everyone crushing on Izuku, Adrien growing up into a little shit, and more~! Lemme know if I should make a part three~?

✲ || Part Un || ✲

So...previously, we've stopped on Izuku, Marinette and Chloe as little children being an inseparable trio. That is, until we get to the Agreste and Graham de Vanily family.

Canon-wise, Chloe knew of Adrien and Felix as kids. So if I'm doing my math right, this is before Emilie's "disappearance" and Felix's dad didn't get offed just yet.

In short, Chloe one day invites Izuku and Marinette to visit Adrien since her parents and his are friends.

Adrien is always happy to make new friends besides Chloe.

And it was honestly friendship at first sight when meeting both Izuku and Marinette. (It was like fate~ *gets smacked*)

Adrien immediately locks into Izuku's energy about heroes.

The two clicked much more than Izuku did with Marinette and Chloe, it sort of made the girls a little jealous.

Marinette doesn't fall for Adrien this time around

Gabriel and Emelie are introduced to Izuku and Marinette by Adrien, and honestly it surprised both the Agreste on how well behaved children they were. Especially when they were dreading they would be another Chloe.

But EVEN MORE SURPRISING was how Chloe was also well behaved around them. Where was the usually spoilt brat that loved to boss their son (and sometimes Felix) around?

Emilie wanted to meet the infamous nanny of Chloe's.

And she did...and she adored the woman too.

Emelie begged for Gabriel to hire her as Adrien's nanny too. Why, if Inko Midoriya managed to tame a brat like Chloe, Adrien could perhaps grow into a happy child as well. As much as Emilie and Gabriel wish they could spend more time with their son...their careers are at their peak. Someone had to watch over their son (Nathalie and Gorilla were already having their hands full).

Thanks to Inko's rep of being a full-time babysitter for rich kids like Chloe and Adrien, this meant that Inko's life is set.

Her mental state is at peace, no guilt about raising Izuku and worrying over their next meal and bills. This meant Inko maintained her physical body and kept herself healthy, not to mention Emelie and Sabine made sure the woman was surrounded by a good circle of friends to go out for walks, shopping and pretty much having a life. Not to mention Emelie trying to set Inko up on dates.

Meanwhile, Izuku got to be around his new friends more.

This also caused Chloe to accidentally call Inko, Mom.

"Thank you for mending my dress, Mommy!"

Inko paused from tidying her sewing kit and looked over at the seven year old girl for a moment, blinking her surprised green eyes. All she did was just fix the princess dress that Chloe had accidentally ripped when running around with Izuku, Marinette and Adrien playing pretend Knights and Dragons.

"Ah...y-you're welcome, Chloe-chan. "

Inko didn't know how to process this at first. Perhaps Chloe said it by accident. It was a one time thing...right?

Alas, Chloe continued to call her Mom , to the point that one day Chloe asks innocently:

"I want Mlle. Inko to be my Mommy."

"You can't, Chloe-chan. Because she's my Mom." - Izuku

"Well, what if Chloe and you get married? That way, Chloe could be part of the family :D" - Adrien.

"....Izuku, let's get married." "EHHHHHH?!"

Meeting Felix Graham de Vanily (as if he would keep his father's last name of Fathom) was...confusing, at first.

Izuku and Marinette, like Chloe, mistaken him for Adrien.

When Amelie meets the children, she was cooing on how adorable Izuku and Marinette were.

However, Felix wasn't impressed.

Although that all changed when Izuku played chess against him.

"You...you beat me?" - Felix

"Er, was I not supposed to" - Izuku

Either way, this impressed Adrien and Marinette, and Chloe had to gloat and laugh at Felix's defeat.

Needless to say, this sort of humbled Felix, and both he and his mother visited from time to time. And in turn, Izuku gets invited to London to visit them along with Adrien, Marinette and Chloe.

Fast forward in time, to the start of collège.

Chloe may not be Marinette's tormentor anymore, didn't mean she stayed nice to everyone.

It had to take Adrien and Izuku to stop her tirade at times.

Speaking of, Adrien manages to go to normal public school with them this time around too.

It took a lot of convincing, but it was mostly Inko talking with Emilie about how Adrien should be surrounded by other kids his age. Thus, it made Emelie also persuade Gabriel to send Adrien to school. Although that didn't stop the modelling gigs, advance fencing, language and business classes after school.

But with Chloe no longer being the school bully...someone else takes her place.

Enter Lê Chiến Kim, and his lackey, Max Kanté.

Typical jock behavior, Kim looked to his bullying as pranks. And in no way does he think what he does is wrong.

And his main target?

"Heeeyyyyyy Green Beans~"

Izuku felt the dread each time he encounters Kim, reminding him of his days with Kacchan and his little gang.

It didn't help that Marinette had a stupid crush on Kim FOR SOME REASON.

"He makes me laugh." - Marinette

Note, she doesn't know Kim bullies Izuku. Or is oblivious to it.

Then again, the bullying doesn't look like it's harming Izuku on surface level. As said before, it looked like small playful pranks.

But Chloe knew better.

And had to step in to defend Izuku, The Audrey Bourgeois way.

This caused a ripple effect of students now thinking Chloe was someone not to mess with and stay away from, but rumours of Chloe and Izuku being a couple spread like wild fire (thanks to Kim and Max). Chloe doesn't care...but Izuku did.

"We're just friends!" (Oh boy, here we go again)

Despite the rumours, Izuku managed to become popular.

He was dubbed as the "Chloe Bourgeois Tamer" considering he tends to stop Chloe from going too far on things.

The first one to extend a hand of friendship was Alix Kubdel.

"Kim's a jerk. And respect on pulling the reigns on Queen Bee over there. Wanna hang out with me and my friends?"

Izuku tries to correct that Chloe was not all that bad, but he gives up when he knew Alix wasn't listening to him

This is where Izuku meets Nathaniel and Sabrina.

Izuku notices Nathaniel drawing in his book, and his eyes shine when seeing sketches of various heroes.

"Is that All Might in his silver prime?"

Nathaniel Kurtzberg is surprised to say the least. He was expecting to be mocked or teased by his obsession with drawing heroes. He was used to being called an art nerd by Kim on the daily.

So imagine to his shock that Izuku asks for a commision from him to draw All Might.

They become close friends after that.

Sabrina Raincomprix was someone that just hung with Nathaniel and Alix quietly because she didn't know where she fits in with the class. (With Chloe not being a bully and always around Adrien, Izuku and Marinette, the two never really interacted.)

Izuku tried to befriend her, even saying he admired that her father was Chief of Police. And soon talked about things that apparently had in common such as academics and dreams of the future.

Sabrina crushes hard after the interactions, to the point that she immediately follows him around, just as she did with Chloe in canon.

"Did you want me to help you with your homework? Should I carry your bag for you? Oh! I could get your lunch for you--"

Izuku felt guilty of Sabrina practically trying to do things for him, and he tried to dissuade her from doing so.

Izuku sees Sabrina almost about to cry, not like being rejected. He could never handle girls crying.

And so, he just lets Sabrina do as she pleases.

Marinette finds this cute, and even tries to find ways to set Izuku and Sabrina up as a couple.

Which, in turn, makes Adrien also participate. Not because he thinks Izuku and Sabrina are a cute couple. But it was fun to tease Izuku's misfortune of having a girl crushing on him.

Adrien, please, your Chat is showing TOO EARLY.

Chloe, on the other hand, was furious.

"Who does this nobody think she is?!"

Unlike in canon...Sabrina actually has a backbone.

She actually gains more confidence since interacting with Izuku, especially with his pep talk on his dreams of wanting to be a hero and how his optimism rubbed off on her.

To the point that she bravely declares Chloe as her love rival.

And Chloe accepts this, because Izuku was hers.

Adrien, once more, can't help but tease.

"Wow, you're so popular..." "Be silent, Agreste..."

Bonus: For the lols, Adrien anonymously created a "Izuku Midoriya Fan Club" and it surprised both him and Izuku on how many girls joined it. It has even reached outside of Francis Dupont----

Part 3?

[itsmeexo]

I know this probably makes no sense because they happened at different times but in a different au imagine this

We know a blood mage saved Claire’s life after the whole Alexander incident that’s a fact.

So Beth was there leaning over Claire dreading the thought of what is happening and trying to keep her comfortable and awake because at that point she was losing all hope that her best friend would make it off that mountain alive and all of a sudden a blood mage appears out of nowhere.

IMAGINE it was isaiah

and imagine the cabins were built on a reservation where ranger used to live ranger hears screams and sees knight come running out of the woods injured so they know people are hurt then they see Claire shift in the distance. So when they know magic is involved because this is before isaiah was turned and they lost their memory so they’re a leason.

They hear a bone chilling scream so they call isaiah (because in this au they have some sense not to just run straight towards danger) so Isaiah gets their tells ranger to go back to they station so he knows their safe he goes looking and finds Beth holding an unconscious Claire who’s barely holding on at this point and saves her life.

When Claire and range meet in glenwood they have no idea about what happened Claire just knows she was saved by a blood mage and ranger no has had their memory wiped. This is why ranger feels the need to be around Claire because they need to know she is ok now but they don’t know why so when they get their memories back it was a little extra traumatic because they had to remember that the alpha wolf they were living with was the same wolf they sent there now vampire best friend to save

I think they would have told Valera and sworn her to secrecy but it’s a no brainer Valera told celine and since then celines has gain even more respect for ranger and is trying even harder now to get them together because even after all that trauma fate is pushing them together.

(Also remember how Beth said I think it was Simon correct me if I’m wrong found Alexander’s body what if on the way back to the rangers station Alexander tried attacking ranger and got shot 😳)

Oh and ranger can barely look at Claire because they have no idea how she will react to they fact that she is only alive because ranger sent Isaiah to help her or that they killed her alpha in self defence)

Even if Alexander deserved it !

Anyway that’s my little au 🙃

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 86 }

the moon song.

clive rosfield x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; n-fw (soft depictions of physical intimacy) - minors don't interact

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have willingly consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

{ there's things i wish i knew; there's no thing i'd keep from you, it's a dark and shiny place- but with you my dear, i'm safe and we're a million miles away }

the battle had been waging on for what felt like an eternity, and there was a sense of dread coursing through your veins. from your periphery, you caught sight of the moon shining brightly within the night sky, yet you knew that it was no ordinary moon. there was some sort of malice felt within it. instead of shining its silvery hues against the battlefield, it was blood red in color.

you were running, uncertain as to why the sight of the red moon made your heart pound and twist in agony. all around you were fallen bodies, but you were focused on simply one.

clive, just where are you?

you quicken your pace across the field, doing your best to lay low and avoid any enemies using your speed alone. your eyes scanned the entirety of the area in hopes of catching a glimpse of your darling knight. your breathing was becoming ragged as your feet began to ache with the urgent pace that you started as you ran.

not paying any attention, you were unaware of the rock that stood in the middle of your path, causing you to trip over it as a shot of red hot pain was felt reverberating throughout your form. your ankle was surely twisted now, and you found that it was difficult to move when the sight of something laying still on the battlefield catches your attention.

the sight of the familiar set of armor and boots was what made your heart clench further in pain, as laying just a mere feet in front of you was clive. he was still, unnaturally so, with his body twisted in unnatural angles. whoever the enemy was, they had marked and marred him nearly beyond recognition. a silent scream was ripped from your throat, hands reaching out to the man you loved with your entire heart and soul, knowing at that very moment that your world was over-

you awaken with a gasp, feeling the silk sheets that once covered your naked form slide from your waist. your hands were shaking, heart still racing with fear at the nightmare that just plagued your mind just mere moments ago. you kept trembling, still tasting the saltiness of your tears against your face.

the heartbreak and devastation you felt was still fresh on your heart, the terrifying vision of him unmoving and dead still haunting you as a sob was ripped from your throat. you needed to feel him, to see the proof that he was still alive-

lucky for you, you needn't look too far. settled next to you on the tiny bed was your beloved, blissfully unaware of your turmoil as he slept peacefully by your side. the silk sheets covered the lower half of his form, but you allow your eyes the pleasure of taking in the sight of his broad chest and toned abdomen. desperate to feel the proof of him simply being alive, you crawl towards him.

your bare breast were pressed against his warm skin, and you could faintly feel the fluttering of his heart. holding back your tears, you carefully wrap your legs around his waist before settling yourself completely on top of him, burying your face within the base of his throat.

the sensation of your tears and soft lips against his skin was enough to rouse clive from his slumber. still half asleep, he was unaware of your tears when he places a hand behind your hair. "what's wrong?"

only when he finally feels your trembling and the way your tears fall against his heated skin does he fully wake up. letting out a cry of your name, he carefully holds you in his arms, pulling you away to clearly see your expression. the sight of your beautiful eyes filled with tears as the droplets fell like precious diamonds on to your face was enough to break clive's heart. "my darling love, whatever is the matter?"

you cling to him, unable to voice your fears as you surge forward, capturing his chapped lips in a bruising kiss. with a low moan, clive returns your kiss with the same passion, feeling your warm and pliant body against him was enough to make his heart race and desire become reignited for you.

you felt his manhood poking against your thighs and moan into his kiss, purposely trapping his erection against your soft thighs when you finally admit your fears to him, "my darling knight, i had a nightmare where you were taken away from me. i-it was during the war, and i had lost you."

a pained expression crosses his features as he lets or a shaky sigh of your name. "but i am here, right by your side. there's no need to fear, for i will never leave you."

you shake your head in response, rubbing your slickness against his heat while placing your hands on his shoulder, "it was just too real! i can't take it anymore, clive. i need you to make love to me like you never have before. i need to feel you to make sure that you're real, that you're here and by my side...!"

you grip at him, ready to align the tip of his cock with your entrance when clive stops you. using his strength alone, he takes a hold of your hand before gently laying you back down against the bed. the sheets end up being curled around your legs, painting you in such a seductive light that clive felt himself twitch at the mere sight of you. "no, my love. there is no need to rush our lovemaking, not when you're still so scared."

"c-clive, i...ahhhh...." you let out a soft moan when your lover begins to press hot kisses down your throat. it's then that his large hands begins to softly knead and massage at your aching breasts. he pulls at your hardened nipples, earning yet another gasp from you.

"let me take this time to treat you gently and worship you, my love. that way, i can truly erase your fears while giving you the greatest pleasure." his true blue eyes were hidden due to how dilated his pupils had become, showing you just how much he desired you. his expression, though filled with love, also had a hint of mischief in it as his tongue worked on giving your sensitive skin seductive licks.

he continues to kiss his way down your form, not stopping until he reaches your heaving breasts. you swore you had never felt so good before in your life the moment clive takes one of your nipples into his mouth. the way his tongue encircled your sensitive bud was enough to make you cry out his name as a painful ache was felt between your legs.

with each suck he gave to your skin, the more desperate you felt for him as you kept your legs pressed together in hopes of relieving the painful ache. you could feel your arousal coating your inner thighs as a soft whine of his name falls from your lips. still not letting go of your sensitive mound, clive allows his free hand the pleasure of traveling down your form, not stopping until he reaches the sweet flower in between your legs.

not one to ever resist him, your legs immediately open up, allowing clive to use his thick fingers to lovingly prod and tease at your slick core. letting go of your nipple with an audible 'pop!', clive refocuses his attention to your core, admiring the way it clenched around air, already so desperate for him. "indeed, what a lovely sight."

he teases your outer lips, tracing at your sex while collecting your honey sweet arousal with his fingertips. the way he calls out your name in a hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine, and the moment he coats the evidence of your arousal against his hand before licking it away made your blood turn warm at the sight.

clive kept licking away at your arousal that coats as his fingertips, never once looking away from you when he lets out a guttural moan. "you taste delicious, my love."

spreading your legs so that he could finally settle himself between them, he gruffly demands that you not look away when he finally has a taste of you, wanting to see each and every expression you made as he brought you to heaven with his mouth and fingers alone.

clive gives your thighs a kiss for a brief moment before entirely engulfing your core into his mouth. you could feel every inch of his tongue as it explored your walls, making you toss your head back in response. "c-clive! i-it's so, i can't- i can't think straight!"

you felt your naughty lover smirking against the most intimate part of you, with only the tip his tongue settled against your sex when he mumbles, "then don't think, just look at me and feel me."

it was all too much for you. the moment you felt his finger rubbing against you along with his smooth tongue, you knew you weren't going to last long. the more you looked at him, the more you felt as though you were going to lose your damn mind. he just looked so devastatingly handsome; so completely sinful as he kept devouring your essence- all you had to offer.

with one final suck, you felt your back arch against the bed, feeling your release hit you with such intensity that unladylike obscenities fell from your parted lips. and it was while you were in the midst of riding your high that you felt something familiar, yet achingly massive become sheathed inside of you.

gripping the headboard with his hand, he uses his other hand to spread your legs even further for him. he winces each time he felt your walls convulse around him, but his will was strong enough to keep him from releasing right then and there deep inside of you. "i...i love you so damn much. i can't bare to see you in pain, and i shall gladly give you the power of my love; the proof of the blood coursing though my veins as i carve my love into you."

your breathing was heavy, and you were so sensitive from the force of your first release that you felt another once coming with just as much force. you felt the way your walls clamped down on clive, yet still, he was relentless, gritting his teeth as he continued to pump himself into you.

you kept crying out to him, feeling your nails rake down his muscular back as he kept on thrusting in and out of you. "o-oh please clive, please! don't ever stop!"

you could feel your third release quickly approaching, your hands gripping at the silk sheets settled below you when clive suddenly stopped. his eyes were wild with love and lust for you when he completely pulls out of you, earning a shrill whine from you. suddenly feeling the emptiness from deep within you hurt so badly, and you kept reaching out to him, begging him to come back.

he apologizes to you, pressing a quick kiss against the back of your hand before turning your body to your side. lifting up one of your legs, he tosses it over his shoulder before thrusting back inside of you, this time with the new angle making you see stars. he continues penetrating your slick folds with his aching erection, ready to bring you to heaven one more time as he felt himself grow even bigger from within you.

"come on, my darling love, give me one more. let us come together." clive continues his naughty streak when you feel him place a kiss against your ankle, causing you to cry out. your breasts kept bouncing i tune with his powerful thrusts, and you felt him so deeply from within you that your toes curled in response, making you gasp as you finally came one last time with a shout of his name.

stilling his hips, clive releases inside of your core, finishing his lovemaking with a shout of your name as his cock kept pulsing deep inside of you. he swore he would never tire of the way your walls tried to milk him dry, giving you all of his love.

the pleasure you felt was truly all-consuming, filling you with such happiness that memories of your nightmare slowly began to recede back into the recesses of your mind. clive falls against you, purposely trapping you beneath his weight as he continued to press butterfly kisses across your collarbone. "h-how's that for proof of my well-being?"

"mmm, it's lovely." practically drunk off of the feel of his seed painting your walls, you look behind you and allow clive to press another searing kiss against your lips.

still remaining inside of you, you watch with amusement as clive adjusts the sheets to cover both of your sweaty and naked forms. successfully managing to keep you in his embrace without breaking his physical connection to you, he spends the next several seconds kissing you, reassuring you that he will never leave your side.

"you and i are connected my love. and there is absolutely nothing, nothing at all, that will ever keep me away from you."

you could feel the tears fill your vision when you kiss him once more, "oh, how much i love and adore you, my darling knight."

"words cannot describe my love for you either, my darling queen. now, let's fall back into a peaceful slumber and rest, my love." placing his hand behind your head, he brings you closer to his chest all while wrapping his legs around your waist.

being together in a tangle of limbs, you allow clive's warmth to lull you into a peaceful slumber. no longer did nightmares plague your thoughts-

instead, you found yourself dreaming of little children who had hair the same color as yours with startling blue eyes and a smile remniscent of your lover's.

a.n. - let me post one more story to quench my thirst for clive, and i'll be off this clive rosfield train 😳

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[silverwritesthings]

I know you didn’t mean it.

My second Genshin Fic, and my first angst fic for the fandom!~ 

For the Farewell, Love event by @versadies​. Enjoy readers!

Warnings: Reader Death. Yandere Tones. Reader Beware.

Il Capitano x Reader

“Kill them. Your orders are to eliminate them. Do you understand, Lord Capitano?”

Those stern words rang out in his mind repeatedly. Orders were orders. He had to fulfill his mission, though it felt more like he was killing himself. His target was you. His beloved. His precious dove. Soldiers had reported your presence increasingly often in the palace. It wasn’t that you were not allowed there. It was that you were distracting Lord Capitano from his duties as Harbinger.

You hadn’t even known what was happening until the moment his blade sliced through your skin. He’d removed his armor and held you tight, just as he had every time he’d come home. But it was different… He wouldn’t look you in the eye. He held you tight, his face buried in your neck.

“I’m so sorry, my dove…” He muttered into your skin. You’d never heard or felt him shake like that before. Your own hands shook as you held onto him, and you cried. It didn’t hurt. No… He’d done it in a way that you didn’t feel a thing. Just the cold seeping into you. It started at your toes and was slowly creeping up your body. “I couldn’t protect you like I swore to.”

“I know you didn’t mean it.” You whispered, hoping that he could still hear your voice. You didn’t know if any sound had even come from you. You couldn’t hear anything but him. His heartbeat was so comforting and strong, even as yours began to fade. He held you tighter as he heard your whispers. You knew he couldn’t disobey orders.

“You did it to protect me.” Your whispers were even fainter now, as Capitano knelt on the floor to let your weight fall on him. If he hadn’t taken the mission, he dreaded to know who could have been sent after you. He knew they wouldn’t have been nearly as painless as he had.

“It doesn’t hurt…” Your eyes closed and your head fell against his chest, a few tears dripping from your eyes and joining the blood from the corner of your mouth as it dripped onto his clothing. Just as your life faded, so did the light from his heart. Replacing it was a wave of deep anger that he had allowed this to happen to you. How could he not have protected you from himself? From the others in the Fatui? He had sworn to protect you from the day you’d become his. A deep, monstrous growl shook him as your final breath faded to nothing.

“Capitano…” He heard your voice and snapped awake, grabbing harshly to the wrist that had touched him. Your startled yelp helped him regain his senses. He shook with anger… But wait. You were alive. You were dressed in your fine silks, looking at him with worry as you rubbed the wrist he had grabbed so harshly.

“Capitano… My love, what’s wrong…?” Your voice calmed the anger, soothing the monster you both knew lurked deep inside him. You were one of the few capable of soothing it. He wrapped his arms around your frame, growling again as he buried his face in your neck.

“I will keep you safe… No matter what the cost is.” He growled, bringing your sore wrist to his lips so that he could kiss it. He made a new vow to himself. Nobody would ever get close enough to hurt you again. Not as long as he still had breath in his lungs. Not as long as he could still wield his sword.

He’d never tell you of the horrible things he saw that night. But you did notice that soldiers that had been friendly with you in the past suddenly began to avoid you after that day. Even the ones bold enough to remain close to you simply vanished without a trace. Your visits to the palace ended as well, but he came home whenever he had the chance.

Little did you know that you would never be left alone again. Your knight would forever guard you. No matter if you chose for him to, or not.