#Rhya of the Third Eye

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WHERE ARE THE THREE EXISTING RHYA FANS AT 💥💥💥

[valtoswife]

Favorite Black Clover Characters? :>

This is actually really tough to figure out after my top 4 but I’ll try

10. Fuegoleon Vermillion—I really like all the angst potential he has. He’s been through a lot, but unfortunately the canon story just doesn’t fully go into how it’s affected him

9. Kirsch Vermillion—I love his development and he’s such an entertaining character

8. Langris Vaude—Teenage me really related to his struggles and I like the turn for his character to try to find who he is without all the expectations that have been placed on him his whole life.

7. Ichika Yami—I love her personality and design, and the twist that she was the one who massacred her clan against her will

6. Rhya—He is such a complex character and it’s so interesting to think about his internal conflicts and relationships with everyone else in the Eye of the Midnight Sun

5. Fana (elf)—I want to look just like her lol. I love her designs and I really liked her cold rage demeanor in the Third Eye

4. Nacht Faust—My absolute favorite Black Bull. He has a classic arc of self hatred because of his past to an eventual self acceptance and maybe one day forgiveness, and I’m always a sucker for that

3. Sally—I love how her skills are used in the story and her personality. She’s really just here for her special interest and I love that so much

2. Rades Spirito—I honestly really love that he’s an evil character, but it’s also so easy to understand how he ended up that way. He has been through so much due to prejudice over his magic and the classist system in the Clover Kingdom, and got taken in by Patri in a cult whose main goal is revenge and to destroy the kingdom, so it makes sense he’d adopt those ideals as well. I’d have been equally happy if he got some sort of second chance to have the life he wanted before he got banished, or if he just found a way to continue to be a vengeful antagonist, but unfortunately so far we haven’t really seen much of either for him (depending on how his role in the Spade Arc might affect his standing in the Clover Kingdom)

1. Valtos—Even with just small glimpses of his past, I love his story so much. Similar to Rades, it is easy to see how he ended up an antagonist who wanted to destroy the Clover Kingdom, and I also love his devotion to Patri and his sympathetic aspects there. He shows how much people need connection and how far some people are willing to go for it, only for that to be his exact downfall. But then when he loses all of that he still decides to pay for his crimes and even forgive Patri. I love his tragedy, but also how that part of the story still ends with some hope for a new beginning I believe

Honestly this ranking is only set in stone from 1st to 4th. The rest are all characters I really like right now but the order also probably switches around a lot. Characters that are honorable mentions but might also make the list depending on the day are Vetto, Nebra Silva, Vanica Zogratis and Kaiser Granvorka (who’s honestly tied with Fuegoleon as my favorite captain, and I think I might talk a little about him in another ask I got)

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Charlotte, Yami, Rhya, and Zora are some of the main ATK scalers. You should be using ATK gear on them for best results!! \(^o^)/

To see what characters you should be building/supporting for ATK, look at their stats before you put any gear on them. Between ATK and MATK, whichever is higher is the one you should build them for! For example, Leopold is a MATK unit.

For characters that don't have a noticeable difference, like William or Luck, either one is fine.

We're going to be getting a lot of ATK scalers in the upcoming months (Swimsuit Charlotte and Yami, Third Eye Rhya, etc) and we've already got some notable ATK units (regular Rhya, Ceremony Yami, Secret Agent Zora).

Regular William (84% ATK boost on skill 2 + speed boost + heals), SSR Finral (with his skill page) (84% ATK boost on skill 2 + crit rate + speed boost), and Party Kahono (40% ATK boost on skill 1 + 70% ATK boost on skill 2 + crit rate + crit damage + extended buff duration) are some of the best ATK supporters!

Good luck on your pulls this season!

[lyranova]

What do you think about Rhya? He's actually my fav out of the Third Eye 🥰😴

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Hiya anon!

I like Rhya, although my favorite out of the Third Eye was Fana, he was my second favorite 🥰!

I like his laid back personality, he reminds me of similar characters in different anime's that are lazy, don't want to fight, but they turn out to be some of the most powerful ones in the group (if not the most powerful ones)! Although his flirting and stuff sometimes made me roll my eyes, I just brushed them off 😆!

I also loved/found it irritating (in a good way) that he could mimic other mages powers and copy them, it was fun to see, but also made me wanna pull my hair out snjdjhiwnxjhn!

I also love how loyal he is to Licht/Patri, and how he worries and is concerned for him. That's kind of where I started to like him more, is when I saw that he was the most "calm" of the three, and how he had a feeling there was a lot more going on then what they knew!

So overall I like him and find him fun, he's my second favorite out of the Third Eye, and maybe we'll get a small glimpse of him during the final arc!

[deja-vu-otaku]

Rhya, The Third Eye

[nerroart]

Let’s continue my “horny for Raia” hell, shall we?

[arkus-rhapsode]

Third Eye Retreat: Manga/Anime

[iluvluvnutella]

The Third Eye

[aarcanechaoss]

A Sort of Thanks

Masterlist

Licht isn’t used to having a body after five hundred years of purgatory… but he makes the most of it with the meek Golden Dawn knight that is keeping an eye on the elves.

Warnings: smut | fem oc

Notes: Fox is a special gal- Licht was in purgatory instead of just waking up but he couldn’t move on for some reason (Patri has a spare Licht body or something idk lmao)

When Licht met Fox he thought she was just a nervous little thing. Her eyes were fixed on the ground and she looked half ready to jump out the nearby window when Julius introduced them.

“Fox is the only one who lives in this wing of the Golden Dawn base, so you’ll be in safe hands.” The now younger mage had said waving his hands about excitedly. “She has such amazing magic! I’m jealous you get to be so close.”

She’d practically jumped out of her skin when she was prompted to speak and Licht couldn’t help but smile warmly at her shyness. William only chuckled lightly and tried to help encourage her.

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Through all her nerves and vague efforts of humour Licht couldn’t keep his eyes off the champagne-pink haired woman.

She had let them pick their own rooms, with hers being at the end of the hallway by an open door that lead to the garden Fana was quick to pick the room across from her. Vetto preferred being closer to Fana picked the room beside her and Rhya followed suit leaving the two rooms beside Fox for the pickings between Licht and Patri.

Really Patri didn’t get a choice, the rules made suggested he needed to be as close as possible to a magic knight at all times so in the middle he went.

The first thing Licht noticed about his room was that it was far from empty. Bird perches littered beneath the window and books stacked far to high intrigued him. Patri’s room was no better- neither were the others with various homes for animals or plants nesting amongst the rooms and books more abundant than even the Golden Dawn library. When asked Fox had only flushed and apologised for the mess- stating she hadn’t been given time to clean up when they arrived. Which was fair.

That’s how it had begun at least… Licht would have never expected, a month later, to end up in her bed with her legs thrown over his shoulders, the softness of her thighs pressing against his arms and chest only pushed him harder… he would make her cum as many times he possibly could, he had to.

It had started so innocently. He’d offered to help her with some work, decoding some runes that he had recognised, and the next thing they knew she was bent over her desk, skirt flipped up and underwear torn as he rocked inside her… she’d felt so good, he couldn’t stop himself from dragging her towards her bed instead.

She deserved to be worshiped, that was his thought process. Thank the woman for taking care of them, for working with them… and what better way to thank her than by fucking her until she saw stars.

Plus after five hundred years of roaming around it was strange being in a body again and he so desperately wanted to feel. Desperate to bury himself deep within her and never relent.

She let out a low moan, mouth unable to form words with each thrust of his hips. It was like her breath had been stolen as his cock brushed against that sweet spot.

And then she changed positions, dropping her legs from his arms to wrap around his waist as he lowered himself down, pointed teeth grazing the sensitive, soft flesh of her breast.

“Feel so good.” He growled against the mound. She whined quietly. Sensitive, she was so, so sensitive and it was driving him mad. “Come on you can keep going, you deserve this Fox.”

“Licht,” she breathed. “Gods fuck please Licht.”

“Yes Fox, say my name… again, say my name again.”

“Licht.” There were tears pricking the corners of her eyes now, her fifth orgasm readying to roll through.

“Good girl.” He said as she spasmed beneath him, his hips unrelenting as she rode out her orgasm, his third following through.

The Elven king pressed his weight onto hers, letting her feel him fully- and so that he could feel how she vibrated with pleasure and overstimulation. Carefully he unsheathed himself from her, minding the whimper she released as she melted into her mattress.

He couldn’t help but look down as her, watch as their release pooled between her thighs… he wanted another taste of her but he knows she should rest… but perhaps he should just help clean her up-

As a different sort of thanks.

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the third eye and the clover analogy: a post brought to you by weball shenanigans

hi. it's elf time on the tam funkyseacryptid blog :)

so patri introduces the third eye as like. the opposite of the clover kingdom's signature three-leaf clover. rhya the disloyal, fana the hateful, vetto the despair, ect. it's a parallel clover, they've got a parallel clover going on and initially one would think patri is the fourth leaf for good luck because the hoe is the only other elf.

HOWEVER.

NOT NECESSARILY. patri is not being patri. patri is being licht. therefore the rat is technically introducing another elf into the mix. he's playing licht in this inverse clover he's got going on.

rhya the disloyal. fana the hateful. vetto the despair. licht the unlucky.

and patri.

the fifth leaf

where the devil lives.

thank you for coming to my (slightly unhinged) ted talk

[valtoswife]

If you’re doing the ask game… could you answer for Valtos? Or maybe Licht if someone else already asked for Valtos…

Someone else has also asked for Valtos! So I will answer for both Patri and Licht (since I wasn’t entirely sure which one you were talking about here 😔)

Patri:

Favorite thing about them: I really loved his personality as “Licht” in the Eye of the Midnight Sun. I also like his personality now bc it gives me sopping wet poor little meow meow vibes

Least favorite thing about them: Now that he’s lost his grimoire he really can’t do much in the story himself and that sucks, especially since the narrative seemed to promise a redemption arc for him after Rades brought him back, but now is he even able to do anything as the stakes in the story get higher and higher? I’m also a petty bitch who sometimes hates him for what he did to my favorite characters, but that’s what also led to them being my favorite characters of all time so I can’t really hate him for it. Though for me it’s less what he did and more his self righteous while he did it that frustrated me

Favorite line: Chapter 49: “We were born from these distortions in order to correct them.”

Brotp: Him and the Third Eye. I hope they are all living peacefully and happily together with Licht’s descendants

Otp: PatoWill. They are soulmates. This is a rare canon character x canon character ship that I genuinely care for

Notp: Like anything besides PatoWill lol

Random headcanon: His mom taught him to cook when he was young and he makes a lot of great dishes, especially different kinds of soups.

Unpopular opinion: I’m sure anyone who pays any decent amount of attention realizes this so I’m not sure if this is actually an unpopular opinion, but he was very hypocritical. When he was condemning Sally, Valtos, and Rades, and humanity itself, what he said applied to himself too. It took me way too long to realize that was a big point of that scene 😔 but I’ve seen some people be like “yeah you tell ‘em!” without seeming to see the double standard that Patri of all people would say those things about them, especially after enabling and encouraging those things from them for so long.

Song I associate with them: Hell to Your Doorstep from The Count of Monte Cristo musical. I love that song and it fits Patri’s revenge plan so well

Favorite picture of them: This is when he’s saying my favorite line of his. I like the juxtaposition of how he is drawn so brightly, serenely while talking about his violence toward the kingdom

Licht:

Favorite thing about them: I guess that he’s kind of a twist hero? That it turns out he never made the plan for the elves’ revenge. He truly never wanted things to turn out the way they almost did

Least favorite thing about them: That he doesn’t really have any flaws

Favorite line: Chapter 206 to Patri: “I know you tried your best.” *sobs in corner*

Brotp: Him and Rhya. That scene of them talking about Rhya’s magic in chapter 137 :(

Otp: Him and Tetia. Also maybe him and Rhya.

Notp: Him and Lumiere. No strong feelings about it but I just don’t ship it romantically

Random headcanon: He secretly vents any frustrations he has by going off on his own and using his sword magic to slash trees and rocks until he’s calmed down.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t really care about him 😔 but he’s cool I guess

Song I associate with them: For Every Life by Jeff Williams and Casey Lee Williams

Favorite picture of them:

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Blank Page Brigade Spotlight: Assistants (1/5)

At the end of volumes of Black Clover is space for the "Blank Page Brigade." This particular "brigade" is composed of the assistants (you know, those who help with art) and others from the Black Clover manga team, lead by "Captain Tabata."

In Volume 1, Tabata gives a little description of his 6 assistants at the time. In subsequent volumes there's a question that everyone answers. Assistants also include a drawing with their answers. I've compiled the answers and drawings from all published volumes (1-29), and grouped them together. 

1. Hayato GOTŌ - "Enthusiasm and a dirty mind hide deep within him. A craftsman who experienced great pain in the past."

has been present for the whole thing, from volumes 1-29..!

*update lads, Gotou was not present for vol.30 the streak has ended D’:

girly mag grimoire though

love the third eye taking care of their eyes mini-series Gotou has going on

I accept Valtos drawing on those lines as canon

regarding the comment in vol.10: the previous volume had a change of comics editor (this is different from the editor, but idk what they do) and in the next volume there's three new assistants (i'll cover them in later parts)

the gel salamander and black bulls base keychain is so cute~!

so Papico (coffe flavor) ice cream comes in the shape of soda bottles

vol.20 food item pics: cocoa deep-fried bread

does anyone know what's being cooked in the vol.21 drawing?

vol.24 snacks pictures!: choco pies, kara mucho chips, country ma'am cookies

2. Genya HORI - "A perfectly serene spirit raised in Hokkaido. The only guy my age on the team."

frog-san Hori was present from vol.1-9

anyone have an idea what ESC on the grimoire might be?

you know, I wouldn't be surprised if these pages are the last ones worked on; I imagine that cleaning up the pages of the story have priority... the vol.3 drawing in the English publication was accidentally labeled with Mizuno's name, when it should've been Hori's

3. Asahi SAKANO - "A pure and innocent weirdo raised in Hokkaido. Says weird things."

was present from vol.1-9

according to MAL (the kanji are the same) it seems Sakano has been working on some manga: "Guardian of the Witch" (3 volumes) in 2020, and recently in 2021 the "Maid no Rin-san" one-shot

Sakano's fairy-like self-doodle has the island of Hokkaido as the head! took me a minute to notice

holy crap that vol.4 drawing of Yami :O

Rhya in the vol.7 drawing: "No liquor until you're 20" (drinking age is 20 in Japan)

"Letter of Challenge" from Magna in the vol.8 drawing. Luck is shaking, and I see a bit of drool and a nosebleed ohoho 👀

Klaus in the vol.9 "You can do it, Asta! Also, give me page time!" gosh he's even wearing a "I ❤ Asta" shirt - but where did he get those blades??

Assistants Part 2 is: here

[one-leaf-grimoire]

hi beth!!! cld u do rhya x male!reader with flowershop au? :D

YES OF COURSE!!!! afjdsk I love the flower shop prompts. I wasn't sure what your favorite flower

au ❧ flower shop

pairing ❧ rhya x male reader

"You again?"

"Hehe, did you miss me?"

You rolled your eyes as a familiar young man sauntered up to the counter for the fifth time in two weeks. He always seemed... strange, hanging around in the store, looking at all the flowers, then leaving without buying anything. Worried that he was planning a robbery, you struck up a conversation on his third visit. His name was Rhya, and he was a college student at the same school as you, but you have never seen him before. He seemed friendly, if not a bit flirty, but still suspicious. Now, here he was again, this time avoiding all the flowers and walking up to you instead.

"I didn't have time to miss you." You narrowed your eyes, finally deciding to be blunt. "Why are you here so much? I mean, it's not like you're buying anything."

Rhya shrugged, leaning on the cashier counter and glancing around the store, almost nervously. "Who knows. What's a guy like you doing here so often?"

"I work here."

"Oh, right." For the first time since you met him, Rhya's tired smile faltered, as if he were embarrassed at the slip up. "Well... maybe I'll buy something this time. The problem is, I don't know the first thing about flowers!"

You weren't sure how that was possible, since he was here so often examining the plants. However, of course he had a solution. "Why don't you give me a tour? Show me all your favorites?" He flashed that cheeky grin at you once again, his confidence restored.

You weren't sure what to think, but for some reason, that smile made your entire body heat up. But, if he was going to buy something, you were all for it. "Sure. Come on."

You grabbed your misting spray, so you could get that chore done at the same time, and started to walk around the store. You pointed out every popular flower and every one of your favorites. Rhya was surprisingly quiet, nodding along. At least he's a good listener! You thought to yourself. "-and this one-" You finally reached the last flower. "These are my favorites."

Rhya raised an eyebrow. "Aren't these carnations? I thought they were pretty common."

"They are. They're our most ordered flower, and they come in all sorts of colors," you explained. "But this one..." You gently plucked one stem from the vase, a vibrant green flower at the end. "This is the green carnation... this is my favorite."

Rhya nodded slowly, his eyes darting to your face for a moment. "Well... in that case-" He grinned. "I'll buy three of these!"

His sudden decision caught you off guard, but you nodded, quickly taking three stems and carefully binding them with ribbon. "They'll last for a few days, just make sure you change the water often."

"Oh! They aren't for me."

Rhya's eyes glinted. As soon as you handed him his receipt, he offered the mini-bouquet out to you. You frowned, unsure of what was happening. "What are you doing?"

"Giving them to you. They're your favorite, right?"

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks immediately heated up. "H-hUH?! Hey!" you scowled. "You can't do that."

"I can. I paid for them, they're mine to give~"

You stared at him, bewlildered for a moment, then sighed. "Whatever..." you took the flowers, your heart fluttering a bit. "Thank you, I suppose."

"You're very welcome." Rhya winked. "Don't worry... I'll be back soon to buy you more."

"WHAT?!"

Rhya chuckled, waving lazily as he turned to leave.

"See ya next time, shopkeep~"

"...see you, Rhya."

[afandommultiverse]

KidNAP - Rhya LEMON

Words - 1868 Request - Alfirineth

A/n - I'm sorry I kinda strayed off with the request, I hope this is still good? I combined 3 soulmate AUs - name written in wrists - soulmate and enemies name written on your wrists but you don't which is which - a countdown clock to when you meet them Enjoy!

Y/n P.O.V

I looked up at the blue sky with tired eyes, counting the clouds floating across the massive empyrean hanging above me. Sweet chirps of birds and sweet melodies of the wind dancing through the green leaves branching around the border of my perception, luring me to a peaceful sleep.

SNAP

And all peace was lost.

"You're in my spot." I turned my head lazily to face the intruder, interrupting my way to a plentiful nap. My arm seemed to burn, all buzzing and swarming from the same place as I set my eyes on him. I looked down at my wrist, eyes widening as the 3 zeros glared back at me, blaring my time up and he was here. His name was written precariously under the blinking numbers.

Rhya.

"So, it's you?" I called turning back to look at the sky. I could him wandering over, his steps all the louder compared to the soft nature that once was my background. He was right beside me in seconds, sitting down and laying beside me.

"I guess so."  Soulmates? All of my friends had already met all of theirs. Me? I took the longest and now that I'm finally here, it all feels the same. Nothing is different. If anything, it was just the same as it was 2 minutes ago before the clock ended.

Or was he my biggest enemy? I turned to look at my other wrist, its own clock still counting down, days away before I meet the second name written across my wrist. My eyes flipped to the sideways, watching the man beside me. He continued to look up at the sky, eyes empty as they stared dazedly.

"Do you know how we could figure this out? I'd rather not fret over this too long, sounds like it would be a drag." I mutter, already feeling sleepy again, bored with the situation as it was.

"I do, but for that, I'm gonna need you to come with me." My head snapped to look at him. Looking at him like he was crazy, I blurted.

"Do I look stupid to you? I can feel your mana! Anyone with some sense and the ability to feel it would know with the amount you have, you're all trouble. I'm too lazy to deal with any of that." Rhya slowly sat up, turning to look at me.

"Well, we can't know- unless we go. See, it even rhymes!" Rhya smirked. I only glare with rising boredom- and annoyance.

"No."

"Well, then I'm really sorry about this sweetheart." Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders before shoving me forward, moving to brace myself for the ground and roll out from under him, my stomach dropped when I didn't feel the impact of the ground. Instead, my body fell through an open chasm ripping apart the space and time of the earth, a spacial portal. Holding my breath, I waited until we made it to the other end.

Suddenly we were spat out, the end results surprisingly comfy. I looked around me, it was a bedroom, neat and mostly barren, but no doubt lived in. Rhya had flipped sometime in the portals. His body laying on top of mine was soon recognized and I snapped to look up at him.

"What the hell?!" He only smiled down at me, it was when I felt his hands grip my wrist gently did I realize he had them pinned above me.

"Don't you want to know what we are? Enemies or soulmates?" He whispered, pulling in close to my jaw to speak before pulling back and starting to kiss gently down my jaw and neck. It felt good, and even with how weird it all was, the kisses were comforting. I ripped my arm away from his lock, quick to put my hand against his chest and shove him back.

"You're lucky I don't obliterate your chest now." I hissed, flipping him over, my hand pinning his neck into the sheets, and by god did he look pretty. He only smiled back at me, his own hand coming to rest on my hip and swirl never-ending shapes into the fabric covering the skin. Skin that burned to feel the pad of his finger slide against it.

"I know a spell, sweetheart. Afraid we do have to get naked though." He was all smug, even as my fingers gripped a little tighter. Rhya lifted his hips, pressing the growing erection against my groin, quick to set a slow rocking pace. 

Unprepared for the sudden friction, my thigh gripped tightly around his hips, only bringing him in tighter. I leaned forward, quick to cover any whines or moans that had threatened to spill out, meeting the complacent eyes of Rhya, watching me struggle slightly.

"Come on, Sweetheart, I know you're not completely against it." I wasn't. It had been quite some dry spell, and I wouldn't be unhappy to break with such an alluring man. Plus, if he did turn out to be my enemy, wouldn't it make it so much juicer if we had sex? Especially if it was good?

"What's the spell?" I question, rocking my hips a bit of my own, pushing up against him. He groaned and gripped my hips, eager to continue.

"First things first, you gotta strip." I ceased my rocking and sat back, moving to rid my clothes. When I had finished and sat nude, I was surprised to find Rhya in the same state. He beckoned me up, moving to situated me over him again.

"I'm going to draw these sigils on you with my mana, you will do the same thing for me," He fingers drifted across my breath, drawing a sign that glowed a bright blue against my skin. His hand drifted lower, resting on my lower stomach. "In the same places," He whispered, finishing the final sign, letting his fingers linger. He pulled my hand to his chest, and rested it above his heart, prompting me to go.

I drew the same sign, my mana appearing f/c against Rhya skin, lighting up certain freckles spattered across his chest I couldn't quite see in the darkroom to begin with. As I continued on to draw the last symbol, drifting my fingers slowly, I felt the muscles twitch with each skimming touch. I recognized the symbols, making out the words 'Enemies' and 'Soulmates' each in their respectful places.

"What now?" I whispered peering down into Rhya's lustful eyes, feeling just as excited and as aroused as him, practically throbbing with need.

"We show each other a good time. Ladies first?" I scoffed and shook my head, moving to flip around pushing my ass back, and facing his cock. I looked back over my shoulder meeting his blown-out eyes, distracted with the sigh of my puffy pussy, glistening, and eager for touch.

"I hope you don't plan on leaving me hanging, do you?" I emphasized it by arching my back more, pushing myself closer, and even shaking my ass slightly, like dangling food for a dog. I felt his hand drift up to my thigh, smoothing over the globe of my ass before finally resting besides my opening, pulling flesh around it to get a better look.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Sweetheart." I moaned as a finger slid up my slit, pushing lightly against my hole before moving back up, rubbing a small circle into my clit, he continued this pattern until I finally began to show him some attention. I licked at the tip on his cock, catching salty weeps of pre-cum on my tongue. Wrapping my lips around him, I sucked on his tip gingerly before moving down and hollowing my cheeks, sucking softly. I could hear him groan behind me, his fingers stuttering faintly as he played with me.

Swiftly, a finger entered the center, gummy walls quick to pull him in and accept any erosion. The newfound pleasure had me whining around his cock, sending vibrations only making him push further into my needy cunt. He rubbed at my walls, pushing forward to find that spongy patch that would have me seeing stars, when I pushed forward, nudging his cock down my throat and swallowing.

"God- y-you are really... g-good at that." He sighed out, moving his second hand to rub at my clit while he continued to thrust into me, adding a second and third finger. My stomach fanned with heat, making my body buzz alive in apprehension in what's to come. I cried out around his cock, stiffening around his fingers cumming with the last strum against my clit.

I pulled off his cock to breath, getting ready to go back again, Rhya pulled me off, turning me around and raising me above his burnished cock. "As much as I would love to cum down your pretty throat, Sweetheart," He rubbed his tip against my slit, teasing me before finally setting into place and beginning to push forward. "But I want to cum in this tight thing a lot more." I moaned and he pushed in, filling me with several thick inches of good cock, rubbing against every nerve in every good way.

"Rhya!" That was the first time I said his name when he was stuffing me full of cock. He groaned and pushed to fit in more, brushing against my cervix. "That sounds pretty good falling from your lips, Y/n." I pushed my hips against him, ready to start moving if he wouldn't. As if reading my mind he began to move, pulling back and thrust back in gently. I held by lifting my hips, grounding down with his upwards thrusts, following a consistent rhythm.

I moved my lips to kiss him, pressing against his own which were surprisingly soft, pillowy, and plush. Our tongues dance in a sloppy exchange, neither fighting for the top, just touching and exploring one another. Pulling back to watch a single string staring to connect us, I moved my lips to kiss down at his neck, even biting some to hear his gorgeous gasps. A particular thrust hit the perfect spot, making me cry out against his ear I had previously been biting at.

"Oh yeah? Right there?" Rhya questions, slowing down to readjust before kicking back into gear and hitting that same spot with almost every furious thrust. I moaned against his neck helplessly, reveling in the feeling of his powerful thrusts, echoing throughout my body and making my head hazy, craving to reach that end again. I felt my stomach warm again, but this time hotter, butterflies tickling me bordering on the edge of sickening, I looked down to see the lovers sigil begin to grow brighter, burning into my skin.

Rhya's hand slid to press against the sigil, watching the light of it slip through his fingers as they continued to dance down, finally meeting their destination at my clit.

"You know what that means, Sweetheart." He began to rub furiously at my clit, pressing almost too hard on the pebbled bundle of nerves, but it was perfect, it was all I needed to finally snap. White-hot pleasure surging throughout my entire body, my vision goes dim, head bursting with hormones in a satisfying relief.

"We're soulmates."

[grimoireofwritings]

Ooh ooh! Dungeons and Dragons headcanons for the Eye of the Midnight Sun members please, both elves and humans!

I actually love their little group cuz I think the characters are underrated and have very interesting dynamics!! Big thanks for sending in this request, I wasn't expecting it and was overjoyed to see it. I am gonna do the members of the Third Eye obviously, as well as Licht / Patri & the other three asshole lackies that I found highly amusing. Enjoy~!

Licht / Patri :

- Ngl I don't think he would give a shit

- He really doesn't care to spend any time with the humans around him, we all find out he despised every last one of em excluding William so if he ever played D&D with a group it would probably have happened back when he was living amongst his people and wasn't busy organizing a genocidal mission

- I really think he would go for a sorcerer or rogue, he is more the clever and calculating type

- Takes the game a little too seriously and he's definitely that one guy who gets too invested in his character and feels personally offended when bad things happen to said character. Be prepared for some salty remarks if he rolls a nat one and it messes up his plans..

- Probably just wants to prove he's smart

- He enjoys dungeon crawls and combat heavy sessions, he is the brains of the group and this happens especially if he's with people who are there for the shits n giggles and they keep straying too far into chaos aka pissing off the DM

- He could maybe have potential to be a decent DM but I really don't think he would care enough to put the time and energy into a well built campaign

- Great at solving puzzles

- Personally shits on anyone who plays a human and furthermore he will only play as elves

Fana :

- Elf Fana, the hateful? I feel like she might go for an evil cleric, or perhaps a fighter. Depends on what would balance out the party dynamic more.

- Human Fana? Definitely a good cleric.. or perhaps a sweet druid lady

- Human Fana really likes playing for the social and bonding experience with people she's close to and she also enjoys the freedom and creativity involved with building characters

- She is the person who takes notes and actually pays attention to what's going on. The DM appreciates her efforts to focus on the story and plot..

- She has probably 2-3 sets of really pretty looking polyhedral dice

Rhya :

- This bitch definitely mains a rogue in almost every party

- He may also go for a ranger as a second option

- Basically the roles focusing on not getting hit.. he would rather not be troubled with taking damage so instead he will use the rogue's sneak attack function to stay in stealth mode 24/7 and remain hidden from enemies.. or just stay out of range as a distanced attacker

- He is the dangerous mf who is impulsive mostly because he definitely does not care enough about safety and would much rather be amused by making really reckless random decisions that may or may not compromise his party and their characters too

- He thinks it's hysterical

- An average roller but he makes it work somehow and even though he's not super intent about taking it seriously he's usually down for a campaign every now and again. It's free entertainment, right?

- At the end of the day though he probably enjoys it a lot more than he cares to admit

Vetto :

- Do I even have to say it

- He's going to be the barbarian or the fighter, he loves abusing the "rage" function and it's his favorite thing to do in-game whenever given the mere opportunity

- His characters actually have a surprising amount of depth and he ends up being someone who enjoys frequent sessions. He takes it on as a bit of a hobby

- He likes playing bigger, brawnier races that are either more rare or unappealing to social norms within the game's universe. He's a bit bigger than most elves so he slips that into his characters.

- He probably is the person who dies more than anyone else but it's because he overestimates what he can handle in battle and gets so excited to rage that he forgets his hit points exist

Valtos :

- Sign him tf up

- Owns all the Dungeon Master's guide books and he makes for an impressive DM

- Has a nerdy side and he takes this game so seriously, he's passionate about it and loves the creative aspect of building his own worlds from scratch

- He's good at improv and molding sessions to the players and their decisions, but may become a little annoyed if it strays really far from his planning or makes said plans impossible

- If he's a player he's definitely a wizard

Sally:

- Sorry did you mean bringer of chaos?

- Probably a DMs worst nightmare

- But with the right party that might help steer her back on track and keep a little more order within their adventures, she can be a good asset to the team with those outside-of-the-box ideas of hers

- She is open to ideas with class and race for her characters but would gravitate towards bards

- Definitely a dice hoarding goblin

- Obsessed with the click clacking math rocks

- She's a very lucky roller usually

- Good at puzzles and problem solving. Sometimes she can really surprise the party with what she can do and she has her moments of glory

- Unfortunately she will make sacrifices, such as a teammate taking severe damage, if she believes it will solve an obstacle or in her eyes, be for the sake of good results... Or a fun possible outcome

- Not the best at communicating during combat

Rades Spirito :

- Not very fun to play D&D with honestly

- Refuses to play anything other than a warlock or necromancer

- It's because he is that one dude who projects wayyyy too much of himself into his characters and it's basically a glorified self insert

- He is not a team player and he's got a very narcissistic approach. Gets butthurt way too easily, and just all around he's invested for all the wrong reasons

- The dungeon artificact you all looted that fits with your character way better than his? Too bad. It's his now

- Hoardes anything good he finds and won't share party loot or gold

- His rolls are cursed. Most commonly ends up between 1-10 with his D20 rolls and that's even worse considering how emotionally immature he is in response to crappy situations

- Don't invite him to your campaign lmao

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How about (Munna Bhai) for pre-massacred Licht with young Patri, Sephirah's Apostles and the Elf Tribe in general?

Hello Anon, thank you for requesting! I’m a sucker for romance, so this fic also includes some romance, namely Patolli/William and Licht/Tetia. Thank you for requesting, and enjoy!

Additionally, to all readers, Bollywood Prompts are now closed! Thanks to everyone who requested a fic! I have nine more to get through, and hope to finish them all by the end of the year. Happy reading, everyone!

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Ronne made a silent note of it, of course. The human royal had only begun to visit regularly some weeks prior, so maybe, just maybe Ronne was making bold assumptions based on too few facts. Maybe there wasn't any correlation between the stolen gazes and Licht's sweaty palms. Maybe they were mere coincidences, and Ronne could accept that.

Except Ronne was never wrong.

Rhya figured it out not too long after, and once Rhya caught on, it was only a matter of time until everyone else did. One by one, Licht's inner circle came to know, and little by little, Licht stopped hiding it.

They announced their pregnancy just months later.

*

“You can't keep avoiding her forever you know,” Ronne remarked one late afternoon. He was husking corn for the evening, and Patolli was supposed to be helping him, but the boy had sat by the river brooding instead of helping Ronne shuck and clean the vegetables.

“I'm not avoiding her,” the boy retorted, biting the inside of his cheek. He was fuming, which disappointed Ronne more than anything.

“You are, and it's hurting Licht's feelings,” Ronne lied smoothly, because Rhya was only half as good as him when it came to the deception game, and because everyone but Patolli knew that Licht was too enamored, too busy with his beautiful lover and their future child to focus on the grievances of one lone teen.

“He's going to marry her, you know,” Ronne added some minutes later. “If you want to be Licht's bodyguard when you get your grimoire, then you have to guard her as well – and all of their children.”

“Why?” He snapped back, his eyes burning with hatred and just a twinge of pain.

Ronne sighed deeply before speaking again. “Because he loves her.”

*

Rhya told Patolli the same, Reve made some vague remarks about the power of moving forward, and Fana just pulled him into the forest, sat him down on the ground, and told him every single detail of Licht and Tetia's impending marriage so that he could get it through his head that the time for dreaming was over.

Vetto understood, however.

“It happens in phases,” he told him one night while the little boy was out crying in the field, accompanied by Vetto's little squirrels. “You live, you love, you move on, and you love again. It's a cycle, Patolli. It doesn't end with one person.”

Snot covered Patolli's upper lip and his eyes ran wet with tears. When he tried to speak, all he managed were wheezes before the sobbing intensified. Vetto reached for a handful of wildflowers and plucked them from the ground. He carefully pulled off the dirt and roots, and handed the bunch to Patolli who sobbed as he cradled them in his arms.

“Look at those, and tell me if any one of them is the same as the other,” Vetto instructed him gently. It took several more minutes before Patolli's sobs petered out into hiccups and his eyes cleared enough to peer at the flowers in his hand.

Patolli was done before Vetto could finish counting the minute.

“No,” Patolli grumbled with a sniff.

Vetto could only smile. “And?”

“... They're pretty,” Patolli said awkwardly.

“And?”

“They're flowers!”

“Aaaand?” Vetto had to bite back the chortle.

“They're pretty flowers and they're all different!” Patolli screeched, the tears replaced with fury, his cheeks flushed with childish exasperation.

Vetto burst out laughing, unable to hold back the mirth bubbling in his throat. Patolli stared, gob-smacked, before grumbling underneath his breath. He chewed his cheek and stroked the flowers in his hands while Vetto tried to stifle the laughs.

“Good!” The older man finally wheezed, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “Good,” he repeated when he witnessed a forlorn look settle in Patolli's golden brown eyes. “Good,” he said for a third time. “Every flower in this field is beautiful, and every single one is different from the other. When we pick them for our friends and family, we never pick the same ones. We want to give our loved ones all the colors of the world, because we love them in every which way that we can. These flowers, Patolli, they're wild and they have no masters, and we too are slaves to their beauty and warmth, because we want to give their beauty and their warmth to the ones we love the most.”

“I'm not giving Ratri any flowers,” he retorted.

“But you give your mother flowers all the time,” Vetto teased. “It's because you love her, don't you? I know you love your brother as well, but Ratri doesn't much appreciate the subtleties of gifting, but your mother does. You give your mother flowers because you treasure her, and because she treasures you.”

“Hmph,” Patolli huffed, giving Vetto the side-eye.

“And you know that she treasures every flower you give her, no matter how different they are,” Vetto added gently.

“What's your point?” Patolli grumbled, shoulders defeated and fingers still entangled in flowers.

Vetto could see the tears begin to form in the boy's eyes again, and so he turned away and looked up at the moon. “Imagine the flowers in your hands are people,” he began softly, his squirrels nibbling away at the nuts they'd picked from Vetto's pockets. “Imagine that every time you loved someone new, you picked a flower from this field. Over the years, you accumulate hundreds of flowers, each different from the last, and as the years go by, some wither away, while others persist until they too fade away.”

A sob hitched in Patolli's throat, and the little boy began to cry again.

Vetto kept his eyes on the moon. “Imagine Licht was your first flower, Patolli. Imagine him as the most vibrant flower you've ever picked, and the one you cherish the most right now. Give it the respect it deserves, and accept that your heart has chosen what it's chosen.”

Patolli's sobs echoed through the field as the squirrels continued to nibble at their nuts, while Vetto stared longingly at the bright, full moon. “And when it perishes, bury it with honor. There's no shame in loving, little one, but letting go is a part of that process.”

“No!” Patolli snarled back, his sobs getting worse as the evening persisted and the squirrels nibbled away.

“And when you least expect it,” Vetto continued, gaze fixed on the beautiful moon up above, “another flower will come along, and it will be a flower you least expect to love, and yet you will. You will love so greatly that even the sun and moon won't be able to withstand your love. Trust this if nothing else, Patolli. You will love again.”

*

And he did. A thousand years later, at the gates of the Spade Kingdom, Vetto stood next to his kin in rippling white and black armor as Patolli broke down the gates with a single swipe of his sword. The demons came quickly and so they rode through the swarm with their weapons poised, Fana's great fire breathing Hell down upon anyone who stood in their way.

A thousand years after their deaths, a flower was born. It was a flower few would call pretty, and yet that flower kept Patolli safe in his chest until it was his time.

Vetto hid his smile as they charged through the corridors to where the victims lay chained, like heroes out of fairy tales long dead. They fought every step of the way until they broke down the doors to the roof, cut through the black magic that held down the sacrifices, and finally breathed a sigh of relief as they awoke from their days long sleep.

“William,” Patolli said softly, cradling his beloved in arms much like he cradled those wildflowers one thousand years ago.

“Patolli,” the human croaked in response, “is that you?”

“Yes, my love,” Patolli said hoarsely, voice breaking finally as he pulled the human against his chest and held him tight, kissed along his shoulders and neck before burying his face in his bloodied hair.

And Vetto watched as Patolli cried once more, but this time with relief – this time with love that could defeat even the fists of a thousand demons.

*

Yami Sukehiro snorted from his position on the floor. “We're gonna die if they don't stop making out.”

“I believe your human friends will be here with transport soon,” Vetto said plainly.

“Scarface hasn't brushed his teeth in like... how long have we been here?”

“Three days!” Fana piped up.

“In three days,” Yami continued. “Your buddy's making out with three days worth of bacteria.”

“He's done worse,” Rhya drawled.

“I'm so glad Pato found someone,” Fana sighed with relief. “Thought he would never get over that schoolboy crush!”

“Lady, you thinking stabbing our king and tryna resurrect your entire tribe was over a schoolboy crush?” Yami asked, deadly serious.

Fana waved her hand nonchalantly. “Oh, of course, Pato is just a little emotional, is all!”

“Never mind,” Yami grumbled, laying back down and staring at the sky. He thought he could see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds. “Anybody gotta cigarette?”

Rhya lit a stick and handed it to the large man. They sat still, some smoking, some chatting idly, oddly content while the rest of the heroes gathered to take them all back to their respective homes.

And just a few feet away, Patolli kissed William tenderly underneath the beautiful night sky.

*