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Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

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Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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There are three possible love interests that you can pursue in the game.  

Firstly, Alistair Calderwood. Prior to meeting the heroine, he is engaged to the villainess, but holds no romantic feelings for her. Needless to say, he falls deeply in love with the heroine and ends his engagement, which drives the villainess absolutely insane. In Alistair’s route, her obsessive tendencies result in her regularly harassing the heroine. Although it starts off small, similar to playground bullying, it quickly devolves into something more vicious. On one occasion, she even succeeds in poisoning the heroine, though she survives because the dose is thankfully non-lethal. And also because of plot armor. Definitely plot armor.  

Anyways, long story short, the villainess spirals more and more due to her obsession with Alistair, and she is eventually punished for her crimes through execution—by none other than Carmine, the man standing before you.  

That’s only the first route, though.  

Carmine Mortis is the second love interest in the game. His is an admittedly clichéd story, with that whole trope of a knight falling for a noblewoman and coveting her affections, but societal norms and social status end up standing in the way of their relationship. It’s not a particularly original concept, but you’ve always had a soft spot for characters that will fight tooth and nail for their loved ones, which is why he was your favorite out of the trio.  

Eventually, Carmine and the heroine overcome all the obstacles in their way and obtain their happy ending. But this ending unsurprisingly comes at the cost of the villainess’ life. She is a recurring antagonist, regardless of whether or not you choose Alistair’s route and her engagement falls through. Yet another reason why you think she’s such a poorly written character, because her motives in this route are much less established. The premise of the game is that the heroine is from a failing noble household, and her family moves to a new kingdom after being driven from their own land. The villainess kind of just decides to pick on her when she is introduced into high society, for remarkably petty reasons.  

God. You seriously don’t know who’s writing these villainess-type characters, but it’s a literal tragedy how poorly done they are. How hard is it to create a convincing and humane antagonist that people can maybe even sympathize with at times? Even villains that are flat-out meant to be hated can still be well-written, provided you understand their motives and they have a compelling character arc.  

But you suppose it’s a bit too late for such criticism, because from now on, this isn’t just a story, and these people are no longer simply characters.  

This is your life.  

And you’re sure as hell not going to throw it away.  

Carmine purses his lips. “Is everything alright, my lady? You seem a bit disoriented. The shock of the situation must have really frightened you.”  

You blink, realizing that you’re still holding onto his hand after he helped you to your feet. You pull away as fast as you can, and while it’s true that coming face to face with your would-be executioner is jarring, to say the least, there’s no reason for you to actually panic at this stage.  

You are innocent. You have yet to commit any of the crimes the villainess did—and you don’t ever plan to. There’s no reason why Carmine would ever slice your head off with his sword. Having played the game, you know exactly how powerful he is, and how incredibly easy it would be for him to end your life, but there’s simply no situation where that would ever occur.  

As far as you’re concerned, this will be the last meeting the two of you ever have.  

“I’m fine,” you reassure. The longer you stare at him, the more you calm down. He’s still a knight, after all. A protector of the people. He only punishes criminals, and since you’re not a piece of shit (presumably), there’s no conflict to be had.  

“Why did you try to apprehend that thief all by yourself?” Carmine frowns. Rather than looking angry, he just looks confused, which seems to be how most people react to you these days. “Even if he wasn’t concealing a weapon, did you plan on restraining him on your own? He would have overpowered you with ease.”  

Well, that’s not necessarily true. You could have done… something. Probably. Maybe.  

…fine, it was a stupid, spur-of-the-moment idea. But at least your heart was in the right place.  

“I just wanted to help,” you shrug. “I couldn’t let that man get away with stealing. I wasn’t sure if anyone else would act in time, so I took my chances. Admittedly, the thought that he might have a weapon didn’t really cross my mind… but I’m sure he wasn’t actually going to hurt me.”  

From a little distance off, the thief, who has since been tied up and bound with rope, proceeds to glare at you. 

“No, I had every intention of stabbing you,” he states.  

“Oh. Well, that’s… good to know. Thank you for your candor, I guess.”  

You flash him an awkward thumbs-up, but he merely spits on the floor and curses you in response. Meanwhile, Carmine stares at you in abject horror, and Fiona looks like she wants to curl up in a ball and die.  

Carmine shakes his head. “Try to ignore him, my lady. Deplorable scum like that isn’t worth your time. I assure you, he will be punished accordingly. Not only did he steal, but he also threatened violence. It’s a good thing I was able to apprehend him before anyone actually got hurt.”  

You look back at the thief again, who is muttering under his breath, no doubt saying immensely unflattering things about you. Still, you catch him muttering something about ‘spoiled nobles’, and how ‘people like you will never understand what it’s like to go hungry’. While you certainly don’t condone his crimes, you try to remain sympathetic to the fact that there are people who are less fortunate than you, and sometimes, those people turn to drastic measures in order to survive.  

“I wish I’d at least ripped a hole in your stomach before I got arrested,” the thief snarls.  

Dude. You’re making it really hard to feel sorry for you right now.  

Carmine narrows his eyes. “On your feet, criminal. And don’t speak to her like that. Have you no concept of respect?”  

Carmine jerks the thief up by the rope binding his limbs together, and makes a big show of keeping one hand poised above the hilt of his blade. It’s a silent threat. A warning of what will happen if he doesn’t cooperate. 

“I need to have this man brought in,” Carmine says, turning towards you again. He pauses to look you over. It seems like he’s still worried you might be hurt, or perhaps shaken up, and it’s true that you were shaken up—but for a different reason entirely. 

After what feels like an eternity of silence, he smiles.  

“There’s no doubt that what you did earlier was incredibly reckless. However… I can appreciate that you have a penchant for justice. It’s very admirable that you were willing to put yourself in harm’s way to stop a criminal.”  

Oh, wow. He’s actually complimenting you? That’s awesome! This was pretty much exactly what you intended. The more favorable impressions people have of you, the better your reputation will be, and the less likely it is that you’ll find yourself on the wrong end of a pointed blade.  

It’s definitely going to take a while, but already, it looks like your villainess title is starting to be stripped away.  

“I just want to help, however I can,” you say, smiling sweetly and batting your eyes.  

Carmine chuckles. “Yes, well, your intentions are respectable, but from now on, please be more careful and avoid placing yourself in harm’s way. Us knights are always on the lookout for criminals. We’ll be sure to keep everyone safe.”  

“Will do, boss.”  

Your smile turns to a wide grin, and Carmine gives you a curious look, clearly not used to your modern-day slang. You’ve been trying to adopt the mannerisms and way of speaking of people in this setting, but it’s difficult to completely overwrite old habits. Maybe you’ll get used to it with time. Or maybe other people will get used to how much you’ve changed. Whichever comes first.  

What started off as a rather tense encounter has fortunately ended without any issues. If you avoid the heroine, there’s no reason your path should ever cross with Carmine’s again. It’s possible you might catch glimpses of him in town every now and then, but otherwise, you will both lead separate lives.  

So far, it looks like you’ve managed to distance yourself from two of the three major love interests in the game. Not bad for less than a week in your new body. Not bad at all.  

“God, I’m so epic,” you sigh. 

Fiona, however, doesn’t seem to think you’re that epic. In fact, she has rather strong opinions on the matter.  

“Lady [Name]!” she fumes, and you watch as she balls her hands into cute little fists and shakes them wildly. She’s clearly upset, but honestly, she’s just too adorable to take seriously.  

“What is it?” you chuckle.  

“How can you even ask me that? You could have gotten seriously hurt earlier! If that man’s knife had struck you, you could have died!”  

She gasps for breath after exclaiming her last point, more riled up than you’ve ever seen her. What a loud scream to be coming from such a small little maid. It’s actually rather impressive.  

“Yes, I was reckless,” you admit. You reach out, hesitating for a moment, then you grin and pat her on the head. “It’s a good thing you reacted so fast. I sure am glad I brought you with me. You saved my life, Fiona. You’re amazing.”  

Fiona bristles. “Huh? O-Oh. Well, of course! I couldn’t possibly have let my lady get hurt! B-But what you did still wasn’t safe! There’s no telling what could have happened if that knight hadn’t been passing by!”  

She puffs out her cheeks, still very much indignant, but it looks like she’s not opposed to you patting her head. It actually seems like she’s enjoying it quite a bit. 

You finally let your hand drop, then smile again. “You’re right, Fiona. That was very rash of me, and I promise it won’t happen again. I overestimated my authority and thought I could get a criminal to behave. I guess I just wanted to feel like I was doing a good deed.”  

Fiona’s eyes widen, and you can’t blame her, because based on everything she knows of the previous [Name], wanting to ‘do good’ must sound like some kind of sick joke.  

But you can see it in her expression. Slowly but surely, her doubts and reservations are melting away. Perhaps she felt your sincerity when you patted her head, or even before, when you expressed interest in remembering her name. Whatever the case, you can tell that she’s making an effort to look past all the offenses [Name] committed against her, and is choosing to believe in the you of the present.  

You’ve just gained the cutest little ally you could possibly ask for.  

“I-I understand what you were trying to accomplish, but it was still terrifying!” she insists. She presses a palm to her chest and exhales shakily. “Just… please don’t ever do that again. I’m not sure if my heart will hold out.” 

“Aw. I’m sorry for scaring you. Don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson.”  

You wink playfully, to which she just sighs and hangs her head in resignation.   

Still, Fiona has a point.  

At this rate, it’s much more likely that you’ll die because of your own stupidity, rather than the plot of the game.  

“...holy shit, is that stall selling mini donuts?!” 

“I’m telling you, honey, our daughter might actually be a genius!”  

Your father beams proudly as he flips through the latest pages of homework he assigned you. Needless to say, you completed everything again, and with stellar marks too. Your mother watches on with obvious skepticism, peeking out from behind her frilly hand fan. She can’t quite seem to wrap her head around what’s happening. As far as she knows, you’ve always been, well… an idiot.  

“[Name] really solved all of these questions herself?” your mother asks, still not buying into the whole thing.  

“She most certainly did,” your father hums. “I even sat here and watched her do it! Isn’t that incredible? To think that we were housing such a prodigy all this time!”  

You grin cheekily, to which your mother starts fanning herself faster, mumbling something inaudible under her breath. Probably to do with the fact that she thinks you might be possessed. It’s a popular theory that still hasn’t died down, by the looks of it.  

Whatever. You’re fully aware of the fact that you’re behaving very differently than the previous [Name], but you need to do this. You need to make a massive change, otherwise, there’s no doubt that people will resent you for the heinous acts the villainess committed before. Besides, it’s not entirely unheard of for people to reinvent themselves. It’s not especially common, but it does happen every now and then.  

Also, you think it’s really funny how your parents keep acting like you’re the second coming of Einstein. You’ve always considered yourself to be decently smart, but given how straightforward your father’s math problems are… they’re definitely giving you too much credit.  

Oh, well. It’s much better to have naive, supportive parents than ones that will make your life hell.  

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” your mother frowns. “[Name], you always used to whine and avoid studying. You said you would rather die than have to do homework, and one time you threw a fit and threatened to jump out the window.”  

“...”  

I already knew the villainess was a whiny little bitch, but come on. Whatever happened to standards, sis?  

“Um.” You awkwardly clear your throat. “Yes, well, I’d rather not speak of that incident. I’m embarrassed with how I behaved. It’s true that my sudden change in demeanor might seem rather shocking, but I really am trying to become a better, more accomplished person. Once I started actually applying myself, I realized it wasn’t as difficult as I initially thought. I only wish I’d done this sooner.”  

Unlike your father, who is absolutely giddy with the newly-improved version of his daughter, your mother seems to be much more dubious of this whole situation. Perhaps it’s a mother’s intuition or something. Obviously, she would never be able to guess that you’re an entirely different person trapped inside a new body, but it’s clear that she still has her suspicions.  

She snaps her hand fan shut, then nods. “I see. Well, this is a relief. It’s good to see you taking things seriously for a change. A strong work ethic is something to be admired.”  

She pats your shoulder and smiles encouragingly, but as she’s walking away, you swear you catch her frowning at you out of the corner of her eye.  

Yeah. She’s definitely not fully on board yet. You can only hope that, with time, she’ll come to accept the change.  

At least your father’s having a field day.  

“My darling little genius,” he praises, ruffling your hair affectionately. “[Name], I want you to know that your mother and I are both very proud of you. In fact, we’re considering finding a tutor for you to work with. Clearly, someone of your intellect needs to be challenged accordingly, and with their help, you’ll learn at a much more accelerated pace.”  

A tutor, huh? Well, you’re not opposed to it. You’ve spent the past few years of your life listening to countless professors drone on during lectures, most of which didn’t teach you jack shit. The better portion of your academic career has been self-taught. A tutor should be fine, because you get to work one-on-one with them and they’ll actually listen to your questions.  

“Of course, father. I’m excited to expand my knowledge and push past my limits.”  

He outright squeals in delight, then pulls you into his arms and gives you the biggest bear hug of all time. He was initially furious when you broke off your engagement with Alistair, but it looks like he’s completely gotten over to it.  

And to think that all it took was solving a few math problems. 

“Thank you, math,” you mumble quietly, which are undoubtedly words that nobody has ever spoken before.  

Your father eventually pulls away from you, still smiling. “Keep up the good work, my dear. And remember that we’ve been invited to attend a social function tonight. I wanted to remind you in case you’d forgotten. If you continue to be diligent with your studies, I’d be more than happy to let you pick out some new dresses for future events. You mentioned before that your wardrobe has been looking rather sparse as of late.”  

You’re tempted to roll your eyes, because what the villainess considers to be sparse is easily a hundred times more clothes than you’ve ever had. 

“Thank you for your generosity, father. I would certainly appreciate some new clothes, but I’ll shelf the issue for the time being. I’d like to make sure I’ve earned my reward. It still feels like I have a long way to go.”  

Your father chuckles. “My, my. To think that you’re even exerting so much restraint! Who are you and what have you done with my daughter? Haha.”  

“Haha… ha.”  

Don’t play with me, old man.  

He grins one last time, pure adoration in his eyes, before eventually leaving. So far, it’s pretty safe to say that your father is on your side, Fiona is loyal and is slowly coming around to the fact that you’re a better person, and your mother remains to be fully convinced. But either way, you’ve successfully broken up with Alistair and haven’t had to face any consequences, which is a win in your book.  

Now, then. It’s time for the most challenging task you’ve had thus far.  

Etiquette. 

Having played the game, you’re somewhat conscious of how certain characters within the nobility were expected to behave, but putting it in practice is a different matter entirely.  

Up until now, you’ve been able to get away with your crude, modern-day way of acting, mainly because you haven’t attended any parties or notable social gatherings. You’ve stayed within the confines of your manor, and save for when you went into town that day, you haven’t made any public appearances.  

This time, however, things are different.  

Your parents can mostly excuse your erratic behavior. You are their daughter, after all, and so long as no one important is there to bear witness, they don’t seem too concerned with it. But when faced with countless members of the nobility, most of which are looking for just about any opportunity to gossip and scrutinize, your carefree attitude won’t go over that well.  

Your one saving grace is that people already have a bad impression of the villainess. They already expect you to make rude, shameless remarks and go around trying to stir up trouble. Obviously, you won’t be doing any of that, but you hope that whatever mistakes you might make tonight will be overlooked. The last thing you want is to stick out like a sore thumb.  

“Can you believe it? [Name] actually had the gall to show up.” 

“Didn’t she make one of the other ladies cry at the last party?”  

“She did. I heard that poor thing couldn't handle the abuse and ran out into the garden, then she tripped and broke her ankle.”  

You blink tiredly.  

Looks like not standing out is a hollow dream. 

“Shh! She’s coming over here,” one of the gossiping women chides. They’re all huddled up in a group, but the second they notice you passing by, they throw on practiced smiles and pretend like nothing ever happened.  

“[Name]!” the same woman coos, using a very obviously fake, superficial tone of voice. She then curtsies, most likely because you outrank her. “Oh, how lovely it is to see you! I was wondering if you’d been invited. You always have a way of… spicing the evening up.”  

The women standing behind her giggle obnoxiously. It’s obvious that this is intended to be a passive-aggressive display, as well as an attempt to humiliate you. 

But what they don’t realize is that you’re not the same person anymore—quite literally. Therefore, no matter how they try to insult you, there’s no reason for you to take it seriously. And besides, your foremost concern is ensuring that you survive. What’s a few catty bitches compared to the threat of death?  

“Hello,” you smile. “It’s nice to see all of you as well. Also, in regards to what you were whispering about earlier, I’m afraid I don’t remember. Did I make someone cry? Truly, it must have slipped my mind. Perhaps I need a reminder.”  

They stiffen up, because normally in high society, these underhanded remarks are rarely acknowledged face to face. You’re expected to play the long game and retort with passive-aggressive comments of your own, not call them out on their bullshit.  

You have to admit, pretending to be a villainess can be pretty fun at times.  

“I-I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” the woman mutters. She then gestures towards her lackeys, glaring at you before she leaves. “I believe a close friend of mine has just arrived. You’ll have to excuse us.”  

They leave without further issue, good riddance. It’s best to keep people like that at arm’s length. You do want to establish a better reputation for yourself, but if you let others walk all over you instead of holding your ground, you’ll never be taken seriously.  

Anyways, for obvious reasons, it looks like most people are avoiding you. Officially, your parents are the actual guests, but as their daughter, you’re expected to accompany them. They’ve already gone off to exchange niceties with the host of the evening, which fortunately leaves you free to do what you want.  

And right now, what you want is to have some of that expensive wine that everyone’s drinking.  

There are a few servants roaming around carrying trays stacked with alcohol, and you gingerly pick up a glass, smiling appreciatively.  

“Thank you,” you say, and the servant reacts by flinching in surprise. Being thanked by the villainess is probably just as big of a shock as being hit by a bus.  

He scurries off, and surprise, surprise—no one else has come to talk to you yet. You take a sip of the wine and let out a sigh. Well, this is fine. From what you remember, the villainess doesn’t have many actual friends, for obvious reasons. There are a few noblewomen who occasionally flock around her and help her harass the heroine, but those same noblewomen also talk shit about the villainess behind her back, so it’s hardly a genuine friendship.  

You decide to make like a wallflower for a bit and just observe. There’s a lot to be learned, after all. High society has all kinds of unwritten rules, and the more you know, the better you’ll fare.  

Okay, so… that dude is apparently having an affair. Everyone knows it, including his wife, but they’re pretending like it doesn’t exist. And that woman over there showed up wearing the same dress as someone else, which is apparently mortifying enough to quietly cry over.  

“This is all so confusing,” you mutter, taking another gulp of wine.  

“What’s confusing?”  

You squeal. You’re so startled that you nearly drop the glass of wine in the process, but fortunately, your amazing (self-proclaimed) reflexes kick in just in time.  

Some rude bastard just snuck up on you! The absolute nerve! You’re actually about to chew him out for it, since you nearly had a damn heart attack, but you stop yourself the moment you make eye contact.  

Standing before you is none other than the third and final love interest—Flynn Pearce.  

Flynn leans closer, tilting his head. “What’s so confusing? You look unusually focused. I noticed you standing over here and mumbling to yourself. You seem to be drinking much more slowly than usual too.”  

You press your lips together. The third love interest from the game, Flynn, is none other than the villainess’ close childhood friend. They basically grew up together. That’s how far back their friendship dates. This of course means that when he starts developing feelings for the heroine, someone that the villainess has decided she hates, she openly expresses her disapproval and makes efforts to keep the two of them apart.  

Flynn is an interesting character, because he’s a bit more morally gray than the other love interests. He is obviously aware of all the villainess’ flaws, but still defends her in the initial acts of his route, because of their long-standing friendship. Unlike Alistair, who is written to be charming, poised, and compassionate, or Carmine, who despises acts of injustice and can’t stand the villainess’ wrongdoings, Flynn isn’t meant to be so clear-cut. It takes a while for him to come to terms with his feelings for the heroine and realize how permissive he’s been of the villainess’ behavior over the years. His character arc leads him to realize how guilty he is by association, and after dealing with the self-loathing that comes with this realization, he eventually casts the villainess out of his life.  

This is the only ending where the villainess isn’t executed by Carmine. In an act of hateful desperation, she lunges at the heroine with a knife, fully intent on killing her.  

But the villainess obviously doesn’t succeed, and instead, she finds that same knife plunged into her chest.  

By none other than her dearest friend.  

You could argue that Flynn is the only real friend the villainess ever had, which could have potentially made her death more tragic, if not for the fact that she was horribly written and had no redeemable qualities.  

Anyways, that same friend is now standing right in front of you. Just like Carmine, if you make the wrong choices and somehow end up tangled in the plot, he too has the potential to end your life.  

It’s always fun staring death in the face.  

“Um, nothing really,” you say, doing your best not to openly grimace. “I was just thinking… that this wine is a weird choice. I’m not sure why they picked it. It’s a bit confusing, is all.”  

Flynn frowns. “I tried the wine. Didn’t you say before that it was one of your favorites?”  

“Oh. D-Did I? Well, maybe the batch is off or something. Either way, it’s not a big deal. I’ll drink it all the same.”  

To prove your point, you throw your head back and chug the rest of the wine. Come to think of it, you do recall that the villainess is a bit of a heavy drinker. You suppose you should do your best to play the part.  

You hoped that would put Flynn’s suspicions to rest, but instead, he narrows his eyes even further. 

“Not a big deal…? If the wine really wasn’t to your taste, surely you’d have more to say about it. Normally, you would have been more vocal about your complaints. I remember you once argued with the hosts for their poor choice of hors d’oeuvres.”  

You gape at him. 

Oh my god. Fuck you, shitty villainess! Why do you have to be such a massive asshole all the time? It’s impossible to meet your ridiculously trashy standards! 

“Ah, right,” you chuckle, hurrying to compose yourself. You wave your hand dismissively. “It’s true. To be honest, I have a lot of improvements in mind for tonight, but I’m rather tired. I just don’t have the energy to go and throw their mistakes in their face. Besides, incompetent people will never learn, I’m afraid. It’s just a waste of my time. Anyways. I’m off to go grab more wine! It may not be good, but it’s palatable, at the very least. I need something to keep me busy for the rest of this mind-numbing ordeal.”  

You leave without giving him another chance to comment. Shit! You weren’t expecting to run into him so soon, and you knew from the start that he’d be the most troublesome one to deal with, since he knows the villainess so well. It won’t be as easy to cut him out of your life as it was with Alistair and Carmine. You’ll need to avoid him to the best of your ability, but you just don’t know how.  

While you clumsily weave through all the people, freaking out internally, Flynn stares at you from afar, without blinking once.  

He purses his lips.  

“She’s… acting strange.”  

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He doesn't even have to take half a step to catch back up with me. “Come on Caroline, you know I’m just teasing you.” He pats my back as a peace offering. “Although,” Okay, maybe not. “I have it on good authority that I can please the ladies, so save a horse and all that.” Winking flirtatiously, he belts out a laugh, finally removing his hand from my bare back. And what a blessing that is, because if he had kept touching me while talking about… that, I’d be liable to combust.

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We don’t talk for the rest of the walk, but the silence is comfortable, like it always is between us. Kayce and I have never asked too much of each other, have always read each others’ moods as if they were our own, and that apparently hasn’t changed from the five years we’ve spent apart. It’s glaringly obvious to us both that neither is up for idle chit chat. 

And while I’m really not up for small talk, the silence does, unfortunately, give me entirely too much time to overthink. What felt like such a natural decision, what felt like fulfilling my duty this morning, now feels foolhardy, and quite possibly too risky. Now this isn’t to say that I’m doubting my choice. Helping Mr. John, helping Kayce, helping the family and ranch that raised me, that picked up my pieces and glued me back together over and over, is a no brainer. Helping the people and the place I love most in the world feels as natural as breathing. But smoothing over a murder? That’s- No, I’m not doubting my choice, but I’m sure as hell doubting my sanity. When I said the Duttons needed a criminal defense lawyer, not a PR specialist, I wasn’t exaggerating. And if I’m being honest, this job feels more like that of an accessory than a public relations consult.

The front porch of the big house comes into view well before I’m ready. This dinner may be a reunion of sorts, but it’ll undoubtedly be a business meeting as well. Steeling my nerves for such talks doesn’t come quite as naturally to me as it once did. I feel like a knight with rusty armor. Weak at critical points, weak where it matters. More aptly, I feel like a little girl again, staring into the headlights of a train with no way to move and no way to stop it. I’m no coward, please don’t think that of me, but you know that feeling of impending doom? The one that makes your spine tingle and your stomach drop to your knees? Dread is probably the best word. That’s all I can feel as I stand at the bottom step of the Dutton’s porch. 

I must hesitate for too long, or stare off into space, or look absolutely fucking terrified, because in a flash Kayce is back down the two steps he’d already taken and by my side. He doesn’t say anything, you’d think we’d taken a vow of silence, but just looks at me imploringly, resembling a curious puppy so much I almost crack a smile. And then Kacye, sweet Kayce, wraps his calloused hand around mine and tucks it against his chest, over his heart, before tipping his head, ushering me up the stairs. Once I’m half way up I get a fond, “Atta girl,” and what woman doesn’t love being praised like an obedient mare. I snort in response and kick out my foot to trip him, but only a little bit, on the last stair. Can’t have hime getting too full of himself.

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Dinner is nice, but rather awkward if I’m totally honest, mainly due to the fact that Beth and Jamie are in attendance. Let’s just say Gator clears the table well before dinner should truly be over. To my surprise, we don’t talk business, but rather I’m questioned, interrogated really, over what I’ve been up to the past five years and why haven’t I called and would it really kill me to send a text every few months. Beth is the one who leads this inquiry. Jamie and I were never particularly close, so he remains silent for the most part, and he leaves in a huff shortly after Beth throws a fork like it’s a trident directly at his forehead. Can’t say I blame him, even I can only handle so much of Beth when she’s at her worst.

My interrogation is blissfully, or so I thought, cut short by Mr. John when he asks, “So, ya’ll have any plans tonight?” He folds his napkin meticulously, trying to look nonchalant but missing the mark by a shameful amount. If I thought that feeling of dread had left me, I was wrong.

I narrow my eyes and prepare to defend myself against an interrogation of a different kind. Before I can grit out a suspicious, “No, why,” however, Beth pipes up. “Actually Daddy, since you asked,” at this she turns to me, “Caroline, how do you feel about heading into town and getting gloriously drunk and then gloriously fucked? You’ve been gone far too long, so you’ve got to be re-initiated, re-tainted if you will.” She looks me up and down, assessing. “You’re far too shiny, like a little cherub.”

Jesus Christ, I think she’s suggesting I fuck a townie. And Mary and Joseph I haven’t even so much as kissed someone since my divorce - ok, well maybe a peck or two here or there, but that’s besides the point. Here I was, so worried about talking business, about skirting around the subject of murder, only to be blindsided by an age old Dutton scheme. Operation: Find Caroline a Cowboy. Well if Beth thinks I’m about to get biblical with some rando she is absolutely, positively looney tunes. Now, how to communicate all of that in a tactful way? Taking a shallow breath, I part my lips and prepare to spout some placating, buzzword bullshit. Something along the lines of, “Well, as fun as that sounds, I’m actually really tired. Maybe later this weekend?” or “How about we just kick back in the bunkhouse tonight, save the salaciousess for this Saturday?” Before I can even utter a word though, Kayce butts in on my behalf.

“Do you maybe think you could save the corruption for later, Beth? I’ve already promised the boys that I’ll bring Caroline around for cards tonight.” While his voice is calm, casual even, Kayce gives himself away the moment he begins to bounce his leg, the tap tap tap of the heel of his boot loud in the otherwise quiet room. He’s uncomfortable, maybe even irritated, which aren’t we all at least a little bit when speaking to Beth, but there’s something else. A boyishness to his demeanor that I haven’t seen since high school. There’s also the fact that we had decidedly made zero plans to visit the bunkhouse tonight. So. Interesting.

I’m certainly not the only one to notice his odd shift in behavior, as Mr. John’s lips curl into a smirk and Beth’s face arranges inself into a pleased, self-satisfied expression. She frequently wears the look of someone who knows enough to destroy literally any given person’s life, but this look is more playful, one of a cat that’s pinned a mouse by its tail. Ignoring Kayce, she turns her attention back to me. “Caroline, sweetheart, don’t even think about screwing any of those cowboys. I know old habits die hard, but trust me when I say not a single one of them is worth a ride.” Now, to be clear, Beth knows, I know, Mr. John knows, and even Kayce knows that Beth has only ever screwed one of said cowboys out in that bunkhouse, still, her dig elicits the desired reaction from Kayce. And furthermore, she makes it clear that she’s not just trying to set me up with any old cowboy. I’m on to her. Operation: Find Caroline a Kayce.

With a cringe of disgust and a flushed face, he exclaims, “Fuck’s sake Beth, I’m not taking her out there to pimp her out.” He’s stopped smoothing the tablecloth, but now he’s exasperatedly running his hand through his still damp hair. Shit, Kayce. You think he’d have learned by now how to not play into Beth’s hand. Some people just have to learn the hard way I suppose. 

Beth’s eyebrows lift and the corner of her mouth quirks. “Well you’re not a very good bestfriend then, are you?”

“Fuck you.” Kayce mutters, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms petulantlly.

“Maybe you should be saying that to her.” Beth points at me with her napkin, dropping it onto her plate as she rises from the table. “This has been fun. Possibly the best family dinner we’ve had all year.” Planting a kiss on Mr. John’s cheek she says, “Love you Daddy, have a drink with me later, will you? I think we should talk.” Then, rounding the table to me, she strokes my hair, almost motherly, “Caroline, sweetheart, clear your schedule Saturday. Me and you are going to paint the town red.” Finally, reaching Kayce, she sighs, “Goodnight, dummy. Let me know if you’d like help finding your balls.” And just like a tornado, she’s there wreaking havoc one moment, and gone the next.

The dining room is uncomfortably silent for a beat after she exits, until Mr. John blessedly breaks the awkwardness yet again. “Beth’s antics aside, I don’t think ya’ll should be going out anywhere tonight. We’ve got several important meetings lined up tomorrow morning and I need both of you sharp. Especially you Kayce, tomorrow will require you to tell a very particular version of events and I can’t risk you fucking that up. Alright, Son?”

Looking slightly cowed, Kayce nods his head in agreement. “Alright.”

Having determined this hell of a dinner has gone on long enough, I begin to make moves to excuse Kayce and myself. “Dinner was delicious Mr. John, thank you for having me. And thank you for such fine company.” I may be lying out of my ass, but my momma didn’t raise me to be rude.

Mr. John exhales a dry laugh and rises from the table. It’s moments like this where his and Beth’s resemblance is striking. “No need to thank me, honey. You’re family, you’re welcome at my table anytime.” Pushing in his chair he surveys Kayce and I with calculating eyes. “Why don’t you two head on home, you both look like you’ve been put through the wringer.”

Gee Mr. John, I wonder the hell why?

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Our walk back isn’t nearly as silent as our walk to the house. To say Kayce is pissed would be putting it lightly. “What in the actual fuck was all that? I mean, Beth was no surprise, but what shit is Dad trying to pull?”

“Kayce, your daddy barely said a word.” I’m more focused on the words left unsaid.

“He didn’t have to say anything Carrie, he sat there like a smug bastard and let Beth say it all for him.” Kayce may as well be pitching a fit the way he kicks at the ground, arms hugged tight to his chest like a wronged toddler. Honestly, the image is kind of amusing, so much so that I have to stifle a laugh. I must not do a good enough job, because I can feel the glare that Kayce shoots through the side of my head. “What?”

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, I’m quick to hide my growing grin. “Well first off, I’m gonna overlook the fact you pulled out my forbidden nickname. But second, do you remember that Christmas when we were thirteen? How Beth hung mistletoe from literally every single doorway, and how your daddy actually enforced the kissing rule?” I raise my eyebrows high, daring him to conveniently “forget” an awkward moment from our childhood as he often pretends to do.

The tips of his ears turn pink, but he sighs his agreement. “Yeah I remember, we must’ve kissed two dozen times. At the time I thought dying would’ve been a kinder fate.”

Asshole. I punch him in the arm, hard. “Wow. Thanks a lot. The sentiment is shared.” Rolling my eyes and checking for invisible dirt beneath my nails, I continue. “Anyways, what they’re doing now, Beth and your daddy, is just an enormous escalation of what they did then. I don’t think Mr. John will rest in his grave until I give him a grandbaby - with you.” I look at Kayce pointedly. It’s no secret that Mr. John, and Beth by extension, have been holding out hope that me and Kayce would fall madly in love and have lots of babies. When Kayce married Monica the teasing and hinting stopped, after all Mr. John would never disrespect their marriage in such a way, and when I married Judd it was almost like a fence went up between us, between myself and the Duttons that is, but now that both of our spouses are out of the picture? I’m certainly not surprised the trouble has started back up.

I expect Kayce to splutter and turn a darker shade of red. Despite his gruff exterior he’s always been reserved and easy to embarrass. He surprises me though when he mutters, “Maybe we should just give him what he wants then. Get him and Beth off our backs.”

I shock myself with the cackle that bursts its way out of my body. It bubbles out partly because of the utter glee I get from Kayce having a sense of humor for once and partly from the insanity of such a suggestion. “So you’re telling me, that your solution to getting your daddy and Beth to leave us alone, is to have a baby together? Yeah, because they definitely would have no interest in our love lives after a stunt like that.” I bump his hip with mine. “I can just hear Beth now, ‘I’m thinking a Fall wedding, you look horrible in bright colors and nobody wants to wear a suit in eighty-eight degree weather.’ We’d never hear the end of it.”

Kayce shrugs, shooting me a wry grin. “Hey, if we marry each other at least we’ll know what we’re getting into. No surprises.”

“Yeah, and no sex,” slips past my lips before I can swallow it down. What a stupid fucking thing to say. Good job Caroline, talk about fucking, or not fucking, your best friend some more why don’t you. Now I’m the one who’s blushing. Pink from the roots of my hair to my chest. And what a fatal mistake I’ve made by opening my fat mouth. My whole life I’ve had to be one step ahead of Kayce, embarrassing him before he can embarrass me worse, yet here I am giving him a golden opportunity.

His grin only widens. “I hate to break it to you Carrie, but to make a baby people have to have sex.” He slings an arm around my shoulders, adding insult to injury. “You know when a man loves a woman…”

I elbow him in the ribs before he can continue. He laughs at my embarrassment just as much as he groans from the pain. “Oh shut up.” Now I cross my arms, increasing my stride so that his arm falls from my shoulders.

He doesn’t even have to take half a step to catch back up with me. “Come on Caroline, you know I’m just teasing you.” He pats my back as a peace offering. “Although,” Okay, maybe not. “I have it on good authority that I can please the ladies, so save a horse and all that.” Winking flirtatiously, he belts out a laugh, finally removing his hand from my bare back. And what a blessing that is, because if he had kept touching me while talking about… that, I’d be liable to combust. If Kayce had always been shy and reserved in his day to day life, where I had been bright and obnoxious in mine, the topic of sex is where we switched places. I think calling myself a prude may be a tad harsh, but I certainly have never been one to broadcast my sexual business. Kayce on the other hand has never shied away from flirting, or kissing, or having sex in nearly every one of Mr. John’s pastures - you don’t get someone pregnant at nineteen by keeping it in your pants after all. 

Playing the game I had with Kayce in the bathroom earlier today had felt safe, probably because I was the one in control, but this battle of wills feels altogether different, like someone is poking at an insecurity, at a bruise I didn’t even know I had. It’s confusing at best and humiliating at worst. Throwing his words back at him, I huff, “Now Kayce Dutton, you know this conversation is entirely improper, so I suggest you drop it. And also,” I whirl around on the step I’ve just taken. Thank God we’ve reached the foreman’s house because I don’t know how much longer I can participate in this back and forth before I’m forced to will myself out of existence. “Who says I’d even want to have a baby with you? Good authority or not. I know ya’ll’ve gotten new ranch hands since I’ve last been here, all of whom I haven’t gotten to size up yet. You never know, maybe one of them is babydaddy material.” I poke him firmly in the chest. “Don’t assume I haven’t got options.” Before Kayce can respond I storm up the remaining steps and into the house, kicking my boots off perhaps a bit too aggressively before striding into the kitchen. What I plan to do in the kitchen, I don’t know, but I still don’t know which room I’m staying in and the living room feels too cozy to stew in, so the kitchen it is.

Kayce saddles in much more calmly, but his fierce expression gives his true feelings away. “Are you serious?” He grunts, and if I wasn’t so embarrassed, mad, confused, hurt - for some reason that alludes me, I might have found the rocky timbre of his voice sexy. 

“Serious about what?” I avoid his gaze petulantly, pouring myself a glass of water for a lack of anything better to do.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He groans, tipping his head back and rubbing at his eyes. “Are you really picking a fight over whether or not we should get imaginary married, have imaginary sex, and have an imaginary baby? You do hear how crazy that sounds?”

“So now I’m crazy?” My voice is cool, and serious, even though at this point I realize I’ve lost the argument. Even though I’ve realized there never should’ve been an argument in the first place.

Any fight Kayce had left in him drains away. I see the moment that it leaves his body, his eyes softening and his shoulders relaxing. “Caroline, honey, what’d I do?”

Almost as if there’s an invisible string connecting us, my body relaxes too. I blow out a breath, dump my water down the drain, and come to stand in front of him. No island between us. “You didn’t really do anything, just poked at a sore spot, that’s all.”

Sensing that this may be a conversation best saved for later, Kayce graciously changes the subject. Scratching at the back of his neck with one hand and gesturing towards the bathroom with the other he murmurs, “Well uh, if you still wanna have that spa night we should probably get going, we’ve got a early morning tomorrow and if I’m gonna let you take my spa virginity we’ve gotta do this thing right.” That earns him a hard exhale, the ghost of what could’ve been a laugh. But he must know not to expect much else, that I’m still nursing my bruised ego, because he carries on. “So why don’t I go get that bubble bath started and you can sort through your uh lotions and potions, decide on how best to pretty me up. And then maybe we could talk, about anything you want.” He begins to walk backwards, making his way towards the bathroom. It’s odd to hear the soft pad of his socked feet on the hardwood and not the click of his boots, but also kind of nice, endearing.

“Okay,” I breath, “Yeah, that’d be - that’d be nice.” I move to walk past him, into the hall where I’d left my bags. “I think you’ve got a bit of a sunburn so I’ll see if I’ve got an aloe mask for you. If you plan on putting yourself back on the market you’d better start taking care of your looks.”

I’m very purposefully facing away from him, so I don’t see the melancholy on his face so much as I hear it in his voice. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s likely to happen. My days of chasing tail are definitely over.” I don’t reply, not too keen on opening that can of worms further, and so an uncomfortable silence settles over us. It’s only broken when Kayce sighs, “Well, I’ll uh, I’ll be in the bathroom whenever you’re ready.”

Still looking down, I pause the mindless shuffling I’d been doing through my bags, “Alright, just give me a few minutes.” Having found the masks I was looking for well before now, I finally rise from out of my crouch, left knee popping in protest. “Like you said, you deserve a proper first spa night,” I turn my body to reveal my profile, pretending to check the label of the plastic tub in my hands, “I’ve gotta make sure I pull out all the stops. You know I don’t half ass anything.” Feeling generous, I finally offer him a small smile, turning to fully face him.

The relief in his eyes catches me off guard. “Don’t I know it.”

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I don’t know what I expected when Kayce said he’d go run a bubble bath. Too absorbed in my own thoughts, I didn’t consider that such an activity is typically done alone, certainly not with a friend, and even more certainly not with a totally platonic, albeit sexy, boy bestfriend. When I finally make my way into the bathroom however, I’m greeted by the sight of Kayce settled into the comically large clawfoot tub, chin tucked to his chest so that bubbles cling to his beard, eyes unfocused and contemplative. “Didn’t realize I invited Santa Claus.” I joke, at a loss for anything else to say. Too scared to say the wrong thing or ask the wrong question.

At the sound of my voice his head jerks up, the sudden movement sloshing water just shy of the lip of the tub. “Santa Claus?” He furrows his eyebrows. He really does look like a puppy.

“You’ve got bubbles,” I gesture to my chin, miming a full beard.

He chuckles, “Oh, yeah, I guess I just got bored and,” he shrugs, “I’ve gotten used to playing with Tate in the bath. You’re lucky I didn’t break out the bubble mohawk.”

“The bubble mohawk?” I giggle, “I don’t know, I think I’d like to see that actually. Just make sure I’ve got a camera on me when you do break it out, yeah?” Lining my “lotions and potions” up on the counter, I look away, still trying to figure out what exactly is going on here, or what Kayce expects me to do, to say.

He must sense my hesitancy because he volunteers, “I hope I got the water hot enough. I know how you women like to scorch your skin off, but I’m afraid I’m just a bit too delicate.” He’s pushed himself into a full sitting position now. The water pools just under his chest and it takes everything in me to meet his eyes.

“So we are taking a bath together then?” I huff. “Because that’s not weird at all.” Still, I move to pull my blouse up and over my head, clipping my hair up so that it no longer hangs down my back. “And if you’re not actively in pain, then no, you don’t have the water hot enough. But that’s alright, I’ll manage.”

Ignoring my comment about the water, his eyebrows furrow once again in confusion. “Why’s it weird? You’re the one that suggested it.”

“No. I didn’t.” I shoot some side eye at him, because who in their right mind would suggest such a thing. Hopping around to remove my socks before balling them up and tossing them into the hall so that they don’t get wet, I continue, “And it’s weird because usually when grown adults take a bath together it’s only because something else is gonna follow.”

Rolling his eyes, he insists, “Yes. You did. You said you normally take a bubble bath for spa nights, so here we are, taking a bubble bath. And it’s not weird. I’m wearing my underwear, and I assumed you’d wear yours too. It’s no different than going swimming together.” He sounds way too exasperated for a conversation that is this stupid.

Remember how I said Kayce and I have never had trouble reading each other? Yeah I take that back. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I sigh, “That was not a suggestion. That was a statement. But thank you for the clarification. Now before I literally die of embarrassment, would you like the lavender hair mask,” I forcefully lift one colorful jar into the air, and then another, “or the apple?”

Looking as fed up as I feel, Kayce responds gruffly, “The lavender.”

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Chapter 14

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I'm scowling beside Usopp on The Crow, our arms linked together as tears quietly slide down his cheeks, gazing up at the impending doom before us in trepidation. Sanji sits on the side-edge of the raft not too far from us, while Luffy has his foot stamped on the gas pedal, his other leg propped up as if he had just conquered the small vessel or something.

How he had managed to stand in the driver's seat without the other two's intervention, I had no clue; Whatever, as long as we were on opposite sides of the boat I could care less.

The milky road is long, and lined with beige stacks of bricks neatly arranged so that any travelers don't fall off (or can't escape). Eventually Luffy's excitement dies down as the minutes trek on, the only sound leftover being that of the boat's low hum as it glides over the watery-clouds.

"I really hope Conis is going to be alright," Usopp isn't crying anymore, but our arms are still connected.

"She's gonna have hell to pay when the White Beret's catch up with her, and it's her own fault. She'd be okay if she hadn't helped us. And I'm not entirely sure if she can trust that Sky Knight, he gives me the creeps."

"He's kinda' old and weird, but he doesn't seem like that bad of a guy." Luffy chimes from the steering wheel, eyes trained on the path ahead as his hands hold the prongs.

"There wasn't any other choice. I want to protect her, but we couldn't take her with us, either." Sanji crosses his arms thoughtfully as he agrees with Usopp’s sentiment. Taking a puff of his cigarette, he looks out over the brick wall to the white-white sea beyond.

I say nothing, not interested in adding to the conversation as the possibility of Luffy getting annoyed with me loomed over my psyche. I couldn't be bothered to deal with that.

"Yeah, she’s probably in less danger without us... considering the 'sacrificial altar' and 'ordeals,' I wish I was the one flying off with the old geezer." Usopp sighs, leaning his head on top of mine solemnly. Under the newfound weight, I subtly nod in accordance.

"Man, this piece of junk is slow." Luffy whines from ahead, obviously losing patience.

"Of course it is. It's gotta' be several times heavier than a sky waver, what'd you expect?" Sanji chastises the boy for his impatience, before the milky road all of a sudden lurches into a sharp dip, and we're veering into a much larger canal; the white clouds splashing at the sides of the boat as we reach the bottom.

It's like we're in a whole new area. The pit inside of me that has been steadily filling with dread since our departure deepens as I recognize the massive green roots that trail along the edge of the river; and I look up at their source to confirm my fears. The massive trees wave in the wind, welcoming our entry into their masses. We were here.

"I hate this place." I mutter, bringing my knees closer to myself.

"Guys-- Where did that huge forest come from?!" Usopp shrieks, letting go of my arm to point at the newest development.

"Is that the Upper Yard?" Sanji questions in shock, amazed at the sheer size of the vegetation, just as Nami and I were.

"I don't remember this being on the map!" Luffy exclaims gleefully, ready to start his new adventure.

"Well, no... there is supposed to be a forest ahead, but it's nothing like this." Usopp traces the old map after spreading it between his palms, scanning it for any mention of a massive landmark such as this one.

"This cannot be right."

"Who knows how old that map is?" Sanji shrugs, focused on the trunks that we're approaching, "We know it can be traced back a couple hundred years, but it could've been around much longer. This forest might have been a fraction of this size when it was made."

"That's... true." Usopp agrees, though he sounds uneasy.

"All I know is I gotta' climb one of those trees!" Luffy giggles at his own monkey-ish antics, "They're enormous!"

A short fog ahead of us lifts; soft, misty puffs dissipating to reveal sharp spears and shields mounted on poles, topped by bull-heads with fiery crowns. Behind them stands an army of strange statues like the one we saw on Lovely Street, but these are much more menacing. They bare fanged-frowns and vacant stares, arms over their chests like mummies in a tomb.

"They're so... creepy." I shiver out a whisper, clutching the edge of the boat behind me, as if readying for one of them to jump out and attack us.

"Don't worry (Y/n), my angel! I'll protect you from anything!" Sanji cheers with hearts in his eyes, I give him a short grin and a 'thanks,' before it quickly falls from my face again.

"What about me?!" Usopp sobs, trembling as he gazes into the sharp eyes of statues passing by.

"Look, if you're going to chicken out, now's the time." Sanji's voice darkens to one of annoyance, "Do us all a favor and jump overboard if you'd like!"

"Nope, too late!" Luffy declares happily.

"Then why did you even offer?!" Luffy just laughs at Usopp's panicked screeching, and I sit as still as the relics around us as the heavy atmosphere of the forest completely envelops our miniscule group.

"As if you would jump overboard in the first place!" Sanji lectures, "This place is filled with man-eating fish, remember?!"

Usopp just whimpers, in a similar state as I am; but his face is probably a little paler than mine is, mouth open-wide and eyes trailing between each of the figures. It's incredibly quiet, save for the brushing of the leaves gently overhead.

Rustle... Rustle, rustle.

I whip around at the out-of-place noise, still gripping the edge of the boat and scanning the forest's edge with prying eyes.

"Where-- where is it?" Usopp's trembling voice whispers over my shoulder--

CAW! CAW!

I jolted in my spot, Usopp squealing as a large bird swoops along the canopy, calling out for its friends as it goes.

"Eek! Wha-- What was that?!" He hisses under his breath, coming to my side and looking every which way.

"Would you calm down?" Luffy complains in a 'really' tone, "It's just a forest!"

"Yeah, shut up already. You're scaring the lady." Sanji scolds.

"Open your eyes! Don't you notice anything strange?" The sharp-shooter gestures around with his hands splayed open; obviously denoting the tons and tons of shipwrecks that we occasionally have to twist around when one is placed too close to the middle of the path. And not just any shipwrecks, boats that are the size of the Merry, if not bigger. Much larger than our own little dingy. I wish I could disappear, or maybe become one with the boat; I'll take either option right about now.

"Look at all these shipwrecks!"

"Well, it is a forest." Luffy emphasizes, as if boats are usually found destroyed in the forest, chopped in half like a massive saw-blade was taken to the hull.

Yeah, that totally sounds typical for a forest; guess I wouldn't know though, having lived in the city and all.

"That doesn't make any sense!" Usopp spits, "Besides, they didn't run aground, they've all been sliced in half!"

Woah, would you look at that? So it wasn't typical for forests then. Go figure.

I wanted to roll my eyes at my soulmate.

Shuffle, shuffle...

"Did you hear that?" Usopp snivels, turning toward the noise just as I do.

"The woods are full of weird noises, relax!" Luffy is as carefree as ever.

"I heard that!" Sanji sounds incredibly nervous at the admittance, switching to Usopp and I’s opinion on the forest and reaching for one of the oars; Usopp does the same with a high-pitched scream. They're full-fledged panic sets my own nerves on edge as well.

"Full speed ahead! All ahead full! Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke--"

"What's going on?" Luffy's eyebrows furrow as he looks over his shoulder to the two, now-hysterical, men. He scans over to me, sitting with my arms tightly wrapped around my knees, having previously been peeking nervously at every snapping twig and shifting bush.

I pinch my brow and look to the right, stubbornly avoiding his attention; however, I notice something glinting in the light as I do so.

Swish--

A large hunk of metal-- no, a sickle was flying towards us, bearing a strange purple mask outlined with brown fur; It was menacing, with yellow and pink accents outlining dark, piercing eyes. Although the weapon was inanimate, it looked ready to kill.

Luffy noticed it too, after I froze up on the spot, but not in enough time.

It slices at the water just behind the boat where I'm sitting, and time slows as it passes just a foot away from my face, able to see my own reflection on its surface; then, the force of its attack sends us careening up into the air, choked surprise filtering from our mouths as we land roughly back onto the milky road. Behind us, a ship is split in-two as the sharp-edge catches it.

"A sickle-monster!"

"Don't let your guard down," Usopp barks with wide, terrified eyes, "Here comes another one!"

"No... not just one..." Sanji states gravely, and we all turn to look in the same direction as him.

Metal groans somewhere within the confines of the trees, hidden behind their dense foliage; we all hear the air whoosh around their oncoming attack, before Luffy begins to freak out as well;

"Paddle like crazy!"

The other two obey the command without a second thought, but Luffy shoves Usopp out of the way and snatches the paddle from him in an effort to get us further away from the danger; the boat hasn't stopped jostling around from the first attack before we're being berated a second, third, fourth, fifth... I lose count of how many times when one almost takes the figurehead of The Crow clean off.

We're leaping and shooting through the tirade of blades, Usopp bickering the whole way;

"Watch where you're going! Hit the break, wait-- no, speed up!" He can't make up his mind as I desperately try not to fall off throughout the ordeal.

"This isn't working!" Luffy grits, before tossing the paddle to the side, "Usopp, take the wheel!"

The boy leaps over both Usopp and I in one clean stride as I duck on instinct, and he lands so that his legs are wrapped around the breath-dials latched to the backside of the boat.

"Gum-Gum..." Seeing him lean back and flex his arms, I brace myself against the floor for what was to come.

"Luffy, what are you doing?! It's in front of us!" Usopp berates.

"I know, just hang on!" He orders. The firmness in his tone has him sounding like a true captain for a moment, courage unwavering, raw.

The scythe is a few feet away, now. He flings his arms back, letting them elongate behind him with his devil-fruit, before whipping them forward again with a determined snarl;

"...Bazooka!"

All of us, still aboard The Crow, are flung into the air like a jet. I can't help the high-pitched shriek that comes after we go air-born, my stomach flipping uncomfortably as we stream up, and then back down.

"Haha!" My soulmate laughs triumphantly, "Dodged it!"

"That was close!" Usopp whoops and hollers from the driver's seat.

Sanji grabs hold of my arm as we land like a skipping rock, the first bounce nearly sending me overboard. He doesn't move until we finally begin another bout of smooth sailing, and I sigh in relief.

"Thanks, Sanji. I thought I was--"

Grrroan...

"Get down!" Sanji, for the first time ever, doesn't swoon over me speaking to him and instead tactically pushes me beneath the cover of the umbrella.

Fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip-- Thunk.

Wooden spears are sent hurling at us from above, crudely sharpened to a point and rapidly piercing the clouds around us; one of them lands directly in the spot that I had been sitting, before Sanji moved me out of the way. I stare at the spot horrified, as Usopp peers over my shoulder with a gasp.

"Spears? Are you kidding me?!"

Luffy has taken the paddle back into his hands, him and Sanji rapidly pushing us along as Usopp frantically attempts to dodge the man-made weaponry at the wheel.

"Usopp, right!" Luffy chants.

"No, left!" Sanji disagrees.

"Which one?!" Usopp is dismayed.

"Just dodge 'em!" Sanji grits, kicking away the spears that get too close for his liking. One of them splinters in half from the impact of his heel, but they don't stop coming.

"What a pain!" Luffy has apparently formulated his own plan, which I haven't noticed while trying to practically glue myself to the mast of the umbrella. His torso is twisted oddly into a spiral, looking like a humanized-slinky, while holding two of the wooden spears in both hands; his eyes are scrutinizing the area we're being bombarded from.

"Gum-Gum pinwheel!" He releases the tension in his torso, letting himself fling around without any restraint, the spears still in hand. In doing so, he deflects the rest of them out of our bounds, and they pierce sporadically in the water, trees, and ground in the surrounding area; safely away from The Crow.

I shake as my arms stay latched, eyes locked back onto the splintered wood of the boat from where it was hit before. If I was still sitting there, I would’ve been dead.

"That was close..." Sanji sighs in relief.

"I sure hope there's no more of this... I can't take anymore scares." Usopp sniffles from the front, stiffly grasping at the wheel with tense shoulders.

Everyone is hushed, I blink away the tears and struggle to collect myself. I see Luffy shift from the corner of my eye.

"Hey, are you–?"

Schwing!

Usopp screeches as a disc swerves past The Crow, sparkling in the sun as it passes; it's reddened, flat center knocks against the ship's side, but its sharpened blade splits the clouds below. This thing was basically a death frisbee.

"Not again!"

"We dodged it!" Luffy gapes.

"No... It's coming back!" Sanji alerts, and he's correct. The death-frisbee spins rapidly, curves mid-air, and is sent spiraling back towards our boat.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Usopp weaves to the right, narrowly avoiding the attack, but it comes right back to us again.

"What is this thing; remote controlled?!" I squeal as the boat is tossed to the left in order for us to avoid a direct hit. Instead, it zips past us and into two large trees, efficiently decapitating them in only a moment with a scarily-clean cut. The trees fall with a massive 'fwump' as we all stare in silence.

"I-I'm sick of this place. I can't stand it-- we're never gonna make it out of here!" Usopp wails, and I nod in sorrowful acceptance.

"I'm going back, I don't care what you say!"

"No, you're not!" Luffy grits, and the two are now fighting over the wheel.

"Shut up!" Usopp panics, "I'm captain of The Crow!"

"Since when?!"

"Since now!"

"Guys!" I plead for their attention as the disc whirs back towards us, and they whip around with a glare.

"Doesn't that thing ever quit?!" Usopp protests. Luffy stamps to the back of the boat, and readies an arm.

"Let's see how you like a little Gum-Gum, huh?!"

"Yeah!"

"Get it Luffy!"

The boys cheer Luffy on, and we all wait in suspense, readily preparing for him to save us all for the third time in a row. We’re confident in his abilities, since he had dealt with the previous two disasters. The death-frisbee gets closer, and closer... and closer... and--

"Er-- I..." He stumbles, "I got nothin!'"

Usopp screams out of frustration, I dip my head as the thing nearly takes my head off.

"I knew I should've stayed with the rest of the crew!" I cry, scrambling to move to the other side of the pole as the three boys assume their previous position; one at the wheel and two at the paddles.

"Yeah, right! Like you would've been any better off with them than us!" Luffy huffs in aggravation, muscles straining as he pushes the oar through the cloud-water.

"How would you know? Maybe I would've!"

"Would you two shut up?! Now is not the time!" Usopp roars from the front of the boat, leaving Luffy and I to glower at each other in silence.

"We've only got one option! Try to outrun it!" Sanji urges, and the others focus on the request.

We spend what feels like the next few minutes dodging and racing away from the death-frisbee as it weaves across the landscape, splitting trees in halves, and then returning back to us afterwards. It would have to be over soon, right? It would eventually lose its momentum, and we would be fine. We would just have to hope there weren't any other traps ahead of us.

"Alright, I'm over this stupid frisbee-thing!" Luffy clamors, waving his hands around in fury. Then, he chucks the oar at the oncoming weaponry, which fails; it chops the oar right down the middle before continuing on its path.

"You dumbass!" Sanji smacks Luffy upside the head with his own paddle, "Now how are we going to get away from it?!"

Luffy, thrown off-kilter from the hit, loses his balance as Usopp swerves around the death-frisbee for the umpteenth time. He teeters, before falling forward.

I gasp as his heavy-weight knocks on top of me, effectively forcing me down from my sitting position as my head smacks the wood below. The two of us groan in tandem, before Luffy begins to shift and his hand digs into my arm.

"Get off!" I yelp, "You're hurting me--"

I push my hands, palms up, onto the bare-skin of his chest and try to shove him off; but pause with them frozen in place, momentarily entranced at the growing warmth from the contact. Pleasant shivers roll down my shoulders and spread out over my spine. After a dazed moment, I look down and recoil with an embarrassed squeak.

"It's not like I'm trying to!" He rasps, before his head tilts up and he stops, eyes wide.

"Woah, what happened?" My face must've been beet-red, but he seemed relatively unbothered; in fact, he looked completely oblivious to the position we were in.

Luffy's head is directly in-line with my own, lifted just inches above where I'm lying, only supported by his elbows beside my shoulders. His torso presses lightly against my uncovered stomach, where I can just barely feel the firm muscle of his abs. One of my legs lays between his, tangled after he toppled over. My own fingers stay clenched, pressed close to myself after I unknowingly copped-a-feel of his (surprisingly toned) chest.

"Uh, why's your face all red?" He tilts his head, and I blink owlishly. The longer that he stares at me, the more flustered I get; opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water, unable to form a proper sentence.

"Guys, I think we finally outran it!" Usopp celebrates unaware of the situation, while Luffy and I continue our stare-down.

"Get off of her, you--" Sanji moves his foot to kick Luffy in the skull, before Usopp's squawks in a manner similar to a chicken, a terrified scream stuck in his throat.

GRAWWR!

Luffy looks up, and I whip my head back at the volume of the roar, fearing another barrage of swords or something was coming our way; instead, I'm met with a view of a rounded mouth filled with colossal, spiny teeth, serving as a doorway down the darkened tunnel of a throat. It's some sort of gargantuan sky-lamprey with horrible wrinkled skin, and it looks hungry for its next meal.

It was already so close, basically on top of us. The dark maw gets closer, as do its hungry growls, and the alarm bells go off in my head as the panic button is pressed.

With a nervous, pitiful whine in the back of my throat, I impulsively reach back towards Luffy and seize my arms around his neck. Only fear has taken hold, now. All of our previous arguments and fights are forgotten as I reach my limit on this terrifying island, and I just needed some sort of stability, something that felt safe. Luffy, no matter how annoying he was, was safe. He had saved me before; he could keep me safe, now. 

Luffy grunts in my ear with surprise; despite the seemingly disapproving sound, he reciprocates, wrapping one arm around me while the other holds the two of us upright as Sanji leaps from the boat. The vessel sways from the cook's movement, and Luffy's hold tightens, determined not to let go.

I hear the crunch of Sanji's sole in the lamprey's neck, Usopp's screeching, and Luffy's astounded tone;

"What was that?! A giant snake?"

"A lamprey. A 'sky lamprey,' I guess. One that big will do more than suck a little blood." Sanji lands safely back onto our vessel, taking a puff of his cigarette as he does.

"Neatest forest ever, huh?" Luffy is enamored by the creature, as always.

"'Neat' my ass!" Usopp is pissed, "If this is our so-called ordeal, then I quit!"

"You can't quit yet, we just got here!" 

I say nothing during the conversation, mostly tuning them out as they continue bickering about moving forward or going back; the latter not a viable option.

Instead I stay wrapped around Luffy's neck like a koala, and if the others notice, they don't say anything. It didn't matter though, at that moment their opinion meant nothing to me. 

I was sitting peeking over Luffy's shoulder, fingers digging into the red vest; scanning the dark edges in the forest around us, looking out over the water for another monster, listening for more traps to trigger for us to evade... This place was turning out to be more scary than I imagined, and it was sending my brain into full-throttle-flight-mode. 

The chef and the 'shipwright' barely notice it when Luffy stops in the middle of his sentence. It's only for a moment, but they see his mouth twinge into a frown, before morphing back to his usual smile. In fact, they nearly missed the action entirely due to how swift it was. But, then he returned back to what he was saying, and they brushed it off as he returned to normal. When they turned to each other, he began to shift position. 

Still keeping his soulmate in his arm, Luffy easily lifts and props the both of them up in a more comfortable spot; where he's leaning against the back end of the boat, while (Y/n) sits on the floor between his bent legs. There's an arm behind the spot where she leans, her back tucked snug in the middle of his chest and the limb. He doesn't think she notices, though. She says nothing, does nothing in accordance with the change; all she was doing was looking out around them, eyes rapidly flitting about as she trembled. 

The moment after Sanji had jumped from the boat, Luffy could feel something heavy crawl into his chest and settle there like glue. It was alien to Luffy to feel so afraid for so long, but when he could feel the way her arms shook around his neck, gripping him like a lifeline, he knew it wasn't his own fear that he was feeling. Luffy didn't know how he knew, but he didn't care either; A hollow piece inside of him twinged and nagged at the idea that his soulmate was as scared as she was, so he figured maybe it was okay to keep her close for now, even though she always looked so uncomfortable whenever he tried to touch her. She doesn’t look that way now, so that must’ve meant it was fine. 

Luffy continues the conversation between his crewmates, but monitors the girl between his legs closely. Her knees are pulled close to herself, on guard, and her hands are playing with the frail skin on her fingers that’s still leftover from the fishing pole incident. She's... small, he thinks. He hasn't realized until now how small she actually is; weak and frail, but sorta' cute in the same ways. Usually he found people like that to be annoying, but this girl was different. Sure, she wasn’t a fighter; but she had a lot of passion– and she was nice, and she was even a little brave sometimes. He could remember catching a few moments where she had ignored her own physical inabilities for the sake of others. Those times made him feel giddy, for some weird reason. 

She's in a good spot too, the right spot. It's a place where he knew his soulmate belonged. Y'know, close to him, near to him. His heart beats fast in his chest, reminding him of the moments just before he starts a fight, but more jittery, in a way. He tries to cover it up with mindless chatter, dismissing it as something maybe she was feeling.

After a while, her shivering lessens, but she doesn't stop analyzing the tree line like a hawk. She's waiting for something bad to happen, and Luffy understands she's probably worried. He's just happy she's not so frightened anymore, at least. The hold Luffy has me in is oddly comforting. The places where our bodies touch are emanating heat, his naturally uncanny ability to reassure my well-being without saying a word has the quivering wear away slowly; and eventually, I get my wits about me once more. There's no more racing thoughts or anxieties about the danger, and our arguments are left on the back-burner. For once, his touch is calming, peaceful, even.

With how long he's maintained the arrangement, without fidgeting or getting bored, a small portion of hope dwindles that maybe he's feeling the same way. Maybe he’s liking this as much as I am. 

Regardless, I hope he doesn't mind; I don't want to move yet. 

"You okay?" My eyes snap to the coals in his eyes, before immediately averting them down to the skin of my hands. 

"Mhm." I hum quietly, not yet finding my voice. He looks oddly genuine, the interpretative gleam in his eyes too much for me to handle. 

"M'okay." I utter softly in the noiseless atmosphere, since the other two have stopped chatting as well. I pick at the dead skin of my hands. 

"Good." He nods out of the corner of my eye, grinning triumphantly, as if he knew that whatever he was doing was working the way he wanted. My face flushes as I meet eyes with him again, scanning all over for some kind of trick. 

"But, um-- I can move, if you don't--" The word vomit dies in my throat as another lamprey bursts from the water. 

"Not another one!" Usopp shrieks, before Sanji is taking care of it once again. I freeze up, fingers finding Luffy's red vest and immediately regretting the suggestion I was about to make. 

"Nah, you're good. I don't mind." He smirks cheekily with a giggle as Sanji lands back on The Crow.  

I nod wordlessly, feeling faint. 

Next Part (15)

[kazyurmao]

ɪɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

Word Count: 1869

Diluc x Best Friend Reader

Synopsis: He could never love you back, as much as you wanted—your childhood friend betrays you. The paths of two best friends disconnect.

Warnings: Unrequited love, angst, no comfort, mentions of physical abuse (and mental)

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

Your pupils constricted, and your eyes widened at the sight of your impending doom. Your breath had become shallow—you were running out of breath. Up–and down, your chest had become heavy at the sight of Diluc running away from the scene—he was escaping as you were being left to rot in hell. 

You begged for a deity—any deity to come and save you, screaming from the immense stab in your soul. You were running out of breath, tears spilling over to the ground, your disparity was ascending to the last moments of your life. 

He wasn’t coming. 

He wasn’t rescuing

He wasn’t saving 

He—Ragnvidr— was leaving you.

As he took Jean, he took off not even looking back, as he didn’t even let any minute slide in choosing her over you.

 Why must it come to this?

✿

Laughter

They used to laugh, hiding amongst the Vitis vinifera, his red eyes—the color of apothecia crimson red—looked over at you with sweet innocence. They laughed, he would shove syrahs into your mouth, “Father wouldn’t notice (y/n)!” He whispered with a small giggle being let out amongst his lips. 

They laughed, he would gently take a hold of your hands—his hands were soft—warm—he was a spark of flame. Gently guiding you far away from the ballroom, they went outside to eat merlots—the plumpness of the grape made it all the sweeter to taste when he was by your side.

They laughed, and you watched him from the sidelines, as he swayed his claymore from one side to another. You carried a basket of boysenberry and mulberry—his father had gotten angry that they ate so much from the Vitis vinifera. You sat on the sidelines, as he trained to be a knight—your  knight

“We laughed.”

✿

You have grown to love you.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you were madly smitten over his laughter. 

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved his red hair.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you adored his eyes.

You were only fifteen when you learned that your heart skipped when he held your hand.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved Diluc Ragnvidr.

yet 

You were only sixteen when you learned—

He was in love with another.

“I have grown to love you, but you have not grown to love me.”

✿

The treasure hoarders aim their weapons at you—it is faith that you will end up dying. Slowly releasing your last breath, alongside your love for Ragnvidr. 

He never dared to look at you.

Closing your eyes—you awaited for your exile to reach your line of life.

✿

You roamed the lands of Teyvat.

As an exile you roamed. It was that of an unfortunate event—

oh so unfortunate.

 The Damselette had reached her hands of holiness to your disparity. Her angelic look—her holiness, she had taken pity on a poor soul—

on your soul. 

The divinity of that you were forever indebted to her kindness. You kneeled for her, “Oh my divinity, oh my, how may I please your holiness?”

you were propaganda for the Fatui, you roamed the lands of Teyvat to find fools who were willing to appease the Tsaritsa. You were a mere poster to cleanse the minds of foolish citizens to create a contract with the Fatui.

The fallen angel whispered her divine teachings to you—-of course, you would do anything to appease her.

It was to appease her for the compensation of saving you from your fate. You've escaped fate—you’ve gone against the heavenly principles, ran away from the doom that was supposed to happen on your 17th birthday—your death. 

You alone laughed at the gods—whom you prayed countless times to save you, you laughed at the face of Barbatos himself. For the Damselette had become your goddess alone—only you prayed to her to plead for mercy. As you laugh at the face of freedom—you have come to despise freedom.

And most importantly you have come to hate him. 

Diluc Ragnvidr

✿

Last Tango in Monstadt,

“Strange dear, but true dear,”

You murmur, hoping, the winds of the west will convey your message to the only boy you had ever fallen in love with—and no you were not a woman that just ‘liked’ him. He had charmed your heart from the very beginning. 

So sweet—he was so sweet.

His warm hands slightly touched your cheek—he cupped your cheeks with his rough fingers, kissing your forehead with his warm lips. “It will be alright, everything is alright, I’ll keep holding you—until your tears become that of comfort,” his gentle words—he was the sun—your sun.

It had been a tragedy—hillitrolls had surrounded your vision, and you were just trying to stroll around the whispering wood. Such a tragedy that the nearby hilitroll camp deemed you as a potential threat. 

Luck—mercy always stood by your side as Diluc, your knight and shining armor, is quick to hear your prayers.

You used to think—-that the Anemo Archon had heard your pleas, and as a result, he had sent you Diluc from the heavens.

“Don’t worry you are safe,” he constantly reassures you—he makes sure to reassure you, after all, you were his childhood best friend. He will never want to lose his best friend to death itself.

✿

In other words. 

so—-why 

You plead, as tears rumble down your cheeks, your tears block your view—yet you are still aware of his decision. “Why didn’t you pick me…?” of course, he never heard your whisper—for the first time the wind did not convey your pleas for help. 

Maybe because the wind is absent? You don’t know.

It was a standoff, two girls pleading for a life—and one man to make the decision.

You used to think that he would always prioritize you—-think—but that is not the case anymore. For his love was far greater than your value in his heart. It was obvious—so obvious—but you stood there with the illusion that maybe—maybe—-he would choose you.

The treasure hoarders were ruthless, demanding mora.

It's so ironic that the richest man in Monstadt could only save one person.

Maybe he only wanted to save one—who knows?

You can’t help but remember his emotions—his eyes, he looked over you—-it was his goodbye to you. And you stood there with tears spoiling the ground, as you screeched, and he carried Jean over his shoulders—running away from your fate.

Pathetic.

Maybe the Anemo Archos was busy hearing your pleas for freedom? Who knows. But one thing happened that day. The treasure hoarders tortured you. Bringing your skin to burn over their campfire—their grins and monstrous laughs echoed all over their hangout. You pleaded for mercy, hoping….hoping….he (Diluc) would come back to save you. The torture lasted for a whole week, and you….had to endure the pain and heartbreak. You wondered what you did in your past life to deserve this.

They will cut your hair, burn your fingertips, constantly kick your stomach, have you chained up, and never feed you or give water. The people of Monstadt wondered why all the sudden the caves of the south cried, yet they would turn a blind eye knowing nothing could be done.

Leave you to die—and to at last rot.

It was.

A soft voice—a melody you will hear engulf the cave, her innocence sounded that of an angel. She was an angel. Her white clothes—her halo—her wings that covered her body. Her eyes were sacred, permanently closed. Sinners like you were not worthy to stare at an angel like her.

Her hands replicated the same warmth that a foreign person used to do.

You closed your eyes, and her voice engulfed your body. Her lullaby put you to rest, maybe she was the angel that would take you to the afterlife—maybe. 

However, you couldn’t help but feel an eerie touch by the hands of her holiness. She didn’t feel like an angel—but her demeanor was that of something more powerful than a simple person with a vision

She smiled, and with that—you will serve your master for an eternity.

✿

Elogia Cinerosa 

You can’t completely remember how—how you had entered to be the servant for the Damselette, she had gifted you divinity—a delusion. You are her utmost faithful servant, she will send you out on expeditions leaving you to recruit fools. 

You were a sort of sensation, a popular figure among the traitors, replicating the same lullaby she had sung to you—you trapped the jesters of every nation to fall under the greatness of the Tsaritsa. 

You performed, singing around the taverns—the opera houses—entertaining foolish civilians. You were a puppet—a puppet to your dearest Damselette.

✿

Dance for me Diluc

It wouldn’t take long.

You were sent out to perform in Monstadt—the land of the ‘free.’

It wouldn’t take long for you to lock eyes with the man you used to cherish.

His orbs widened at the sight of your presence in his bar, his hands were shaking, hearing the crack of the wine glass. The world shattered around his bar, you like to think of his life shock because you were alive. But you knew he was shocked to see you with an insignia of Fatui. 

You knew—you knew everything 

The death of his father, how he went on a rampage to kill every Fatui he saw. 

His eyes no longer carried softness, nor reinsurance, this time you were going to die.

But not from the hands of treasure hoarders—but by his own very hands. 

You both interlocked, but you no longer held the eyes of a smitten fool. You performed, continuing to strike and lure drunken men. 

Oh, how he knew—Diluc knew your plot, your scheme. 

✿

Lovers.

Your polearm clashed against his claymore—using your electro vision you managed to form a claymore yourself. You kept dodging his attacks—only missing by an inch, you sprinted towards him—and jumped by using your polearm as leverage. You held your electro claymore with your left hand—you were slightly above him, yet he managed to block your attack quickly.

You both were at it for a couple of hours—you knew he was more powerful.

You knew.

You felt your delusion become even more difficult to handle—and it was harrowing. It felt like lighting kept striking your body over and over. “You Fatui scum, you never know when to stop!” Diluc’s voice itself had become lighting, as he ran towards you—and you knew, oh you knew—

So ironic being killed by the man you adored.

Your body could no longer handle the immense amount of pain, and you glared at him—clutching your side, “Then do us the honor and kill this scum? Why don’t you Diluc,” you spatted out his name.

Oh how much you hated his name.

You were on your knees—knowing the outcome, you stared at him for the last time. You weren’t that woman anymore—the woman he thought you would be, the woman that was so kind, the girl that would await him on the sidelines with a basket of grapes, the girl who was glad to see him.

Because he had killed that girl—and he will kill the current woman that stands in front of him.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Authors note:

Hello everyone! it’s a pleasure to meet everyone (well if you are reading this who knows). This is my first time (obviously) writing a fanfic, and overall I am new to the Tumblr space. I do apologize for my writing style—I don’t write fan fiction as I am more into other forms of writing. However, I have been very fascinated with how people write fan fiction—I know it's a bit weird. The formatting for this fanfic is all over the place—I’ll try my best to adapt to a format that is more adequate for fanfics. ALSO I apologize for the abrupt ending (lowkey embarrassed to post this)

Anyways! Have a good life <3

— Mao

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Hopelessly in Love (part 3)

Reader description: Gender-neutral pronouns, leans more towards masculine style, childhood friends with Wanda.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (Requited love), Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Unrequited love??), (Wanda is only mentioned in this part, and Yelena makes an appearance👀)

Summary: Y/n comes home angry, ready to smack the shit out of Natasha for hurting their love bestfriend. The Romanoff siblings got into a fight, and Natasha wants to make things right with Wanda. The question is, will Wanda forgive her? Or are their relationship doomed.

After making sure Wanda came back home safe, Y/n burst through the front door of their house with an angry look. "Nat!" They called out. They walked into the living room to find Yelena, their second oldest sister. "Where's Nat?"

"In the garage, careful tho she's really focused right now." Yelena said without taking her eyes off the TV. Without another word they make their way into the garage.

Natasha was learning against her motorcycle while smoking a cigarette, "Hey, Y/n. Mind passing me that tool?" She said casually. Y/n stomped towards her, took the cigarette and threw it on the floor.

"I fucking trusted you with Wanda."

"The hell is your problem?!” Natasha barked at them.

"She came to me crying because of you!"

"What??" Natasha wasn't even aware of this. "I'll talk to her." She said, swiftly putting on her jacket to go to Wanda’s house.

"Oh no, you won't-" They tried to stop her but Natasha shoved them away.

"This isn't any of your fucking business, Y/n. She's my girlfriend, just move on and stop trying to be her knight in shining armor." Natasha spat, that's when the younger Romanoff lose it.

"You stole her away from me!" They throw themselves at Natasha and the two siblings started fighting.

"I didn't steal her away from you. We made a bet, and she made her choice!" As much as Natasha was annoyed at her youngest sibling, she tried her best not to land a punch. Except Y/n is the youngest, you know what they say about youngest child. They rarely hold back.

That's how Natasha ended up with a broken nose, and how things started escalating. "Oh, you little SHIT." Yelena heard the altercation, being the middle child she had to step in and break the two.

"Hey, HEY! What is with you two?!" Yelena, always the peacemaker one.

"Natasha cheated on Wanda!" Y/n accused.

Natasha was stumped, "Excuse me?"

Yelena also starred at Natasha with a disappointed look. She was a year above Wanda. They weren't that close, but Wanda did hung out in their house a lot so she herself was also fond of the young girl. "What, sweet Wanda? Natasha you’re terrible-"

"I didn't cheat on Wanda! Where is this even coming from?" Natasha defended herself.

“Then what were you doing with Sharon Carter this morning by the parking lot?” Y/n asked while crossing their arms.

“Sharon has personal space issues, you know this. She doesn’t know when to stop even though I made it VERY clear that I'm with someone.” Natasha sighed, “Y/n, I appreciate you caring so much about Wanda, but I’m going to her house.”

“No-“

“I don't need your damn permission.” Natasha goes to open the garage door and got onto her motorbike.

“What about all those texts you’ve been having with Sharon huh?”

“As I said, this is none of your business. This is between me and Wanda.”

“Y/n, just let her go. It’s their relationship.” Yelena said, holding them back. A wave of realization washed over them again. Wanda wasn’t their’s, reluctantly they moved away from Natasha’s bike.

Before Natasha could speed off from the driveway, Y/n called out to their sister again. “What now?” Natasha asked, clearly irritated. Rightfully so, the little shit broke her nose.

Y/n passed Natasha her helmet, “At the very least don’t die on your way to her house.”

“It’s right around the corner.”

Y/n shrugs, “I know, but safety first.”

"You also broke her nose, that shit is going to hurt to put on." Yelena chimes in.

"Oh suck it up, she came home with worse." Natasha rolled her eyes yet gave them a genuine smile before in disappearing under the helmet. Despite their fights, the siblings love is always there.

When Natasha speeds away, Y/n clenched their jaw as they closed the garage door. Yelena notices and tries to comfort her younger sibling. "You ok?"

"I just wish she looked at me the same way she looks at Nat." Yelena knew who they meant. She had seen it first hand on how long the younger one had been pining over Wanda. Yelena gave them a comforting pat on the back.

Oh being young, dumb, and in love.

Initially I already had the continuation of this, but it made the post SUUUPER long. So I decided to just keep that for part 4. I swear I'm not trying to tease you guys, I just like to keep my posts short. Also Natasha 'Broken Nose' Romanoff made an appearance-

Anywho, taglist: @shedeservesbetter @marvelogic

[nsmn2s]

[lunadei]

Exile - Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!vigilante-reader, Steven Grant x F!vigilante-Reader

Warnings: gunshot wound, fighting. 

Premise: You and Marc share a mutual dislike for each other - or so you think. That is until a particularly nasty fight leaves you at his mercy. 

an: Hey guys! This is my first Moon Knight fic - and fair warning, it isn’t perfectly canon. Just a fun little blurb I had on my mind. Please enjoy all the enemies to lovers clichés here as much as I do. 

From the moment you unintentionally stepped - or perhaps more accurately, punched, into Marc Spector’s life, you both walked a thin line. Your paths had crossed rather unceremoniously during a minor street brawl, though Marc loved to remind you that fighting three men single-handily was hardly minor. You loathed to admit when you were over your head. And, much to the Moon Knight’s dismay, you would rather get pummeled than accept assistance.

Still, in all fairness, you had it handled. 

As you prefer to tell the story, his arrival proved an unfortunate distraction which cost you several broken ribs and a nasty concussion. No injury had ever prevented you from kicking ass previously, but Marc and his magic armor beat you to the punch. The average damsel would have been grateful to be ‘saved’ by the Moon Knight. However, it quickly became clear to Marc that you were no damsel in distress. 

“Why the hell would you do that? I had it under control.” The venom you managed to summon despite your injuries was astounding. Had Marc been any other man, he may have cowered before you. He could practically feel Steven shrinking back as it was. 

“Hell of a way to say ‘thank you,’ princess,” Marc scoffed, his anger partially sheathed by his mask. 

“Excuse me, princess?” 

Marc would later admit that you had a hell of a left hook. 

Perhaps your animosity toward Marc extended from many years of being a lone vigilante, unused to sharing your territory with another - though you would hardly call him a vigilante. Hell, he wouldn’t even call himself such. After several escapades, during which you found yourselves inevitably face-to-face time after time, you had reluctantly became familiar with Marc. And you despised his self-assured, reckless bravado. You wanted nothing to do with the Moon Knight, knowing he spelt nothing but trouble for your image. That soon changed after you were introduced to Steven. 

Steven was everything you adored about society - he reminded you of why you chose this life to begin with. Steven was the first to remove his mask after finding you perched upon the Landmark Pinnacle one moonlit night, gushing about what a big fan he was. Though he would make the occasional appearance during your midnight watch, time was always limited before Marc would resume control. You had made it quite clear to Marc that you preferred his alter-ego’s company. He had made it quite clear that you could shove it. 

It seemed you were doomed to repeat this cliché cycle: fighting for justice, butting heads with Marc when he intervened, always choosing to teeter on the cusp of enemies rather than work together. That was until the night you made a minor miscalculation as to your abilities. 

Well, minor being you brought your fists to a gun fight. And needless to say, you were not as swift as as the barrage of bullets - not quite, anyway. 

Your armored suit presented an unexpected weakness, allowing a bullet to pierce through your hip. Perhaps some Egyptian God had been looking after you that night, as it deflected off your right rib and exited next to your right clavicle - by some fortunate avoiding any major arteries. You had barely made it out of the fight before collapsing in a nearby alley. Crimson stained the cobblestone street, the copper smell lingering in your nose as your eyes rapidly fluttered. You’d be damned if you allowed yourself to bleed out here, nameless and easily defeated. 

“Jesus, Y/N, can you hear me?” Marc, it’s Marc, your brain briefly registered. His voice, while usually vexing, was a welcome reprieve from your thoughts of mortality. 

“Oh, hey Marc, fancy seeing you here,” you choked out, sputtering at the effort required to speak. You watched as kneeled beside you, eyes raking down your form in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

Jesus, you thought, bleeding out was making you delirious. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, we’ve got to get you to a hospital.” Steven. You grabbed onto his pristine white suit, rapidly shaking your head despite the tremors of pain. 

“No, no hospitals. Rule number one of being a vigilante, Steven.” A gloved hand pressed to your hip, staining the fabric red. His panic became increasingly evident as he took note of your wounds. 

“Listen, my flat is a few blocks away. Get me there - I have supplies.” You heaved a shaky sigh, fighting to maintain consciousness. 

“Right, right, yeah, okay, flat, got it.” Trembling arms slid beneath your torso and legs, grasping your limp body against his firm chest. 

“And, Steven?”  Steven, bless his heart, lacked the same trauma skills as his counterpart. You recognized this rather reluctantly, pressing a hand against his cheek apologetically. “I’m going to need Marc, unfortunately. Don’t let him let me bleed out, yeah?” 

Blissfully unaware of the trip back to your flat, you awoke to Marc’s small slaps to your cheek. His voice felt far away as you slipped in and out of consciousness, a sight which, though he would never admit it, frightened Marc. 

“C’mon, Y/N, wake up. Don’t make me explain your dead body to your landlord.” A chuckle escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you noticed was the feeling of Marc’s calloused hands pressed against the bare flesh of your hip. You shifted slightly, taking in your living room. A trail of blood was smeared from your doorway to the couch. 

“God damn it, I’m never going to get these stains out.” It was Marc’s turn to chuckle. He was intently focused on stitching your entrance wound, which he had apparently cleaned while you were unconscious. You groaned at the sensation, shifting your body in discomfort against the couch. 

Upon feeling the fabric against your bare back, it was then that you realized you were shirtless. Heat travelled from your neck to your cheeks, the blush nearly matching the crimson stains smeared on your figure. You rationalized that you were only flustered because of the blood loss. 

“I would apologize about your shirt, but considering I’m saving your life again, I didn’t think you’d care.” Turning your head towards Marc, you saw a smirk grace his lips as he met your gaze. The bastard was amused, mocking your discomfort. 

“Oh, brilliant. I hardly care about the man I positively despise stitching me up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. The gesture was completely childish. For a moment, the usual malice you extended toward him felt wrong, like a cheap façade. 

“Ah, there she is.” He briefly paused his handiwork. “If it weren’t for me you’d be dead on the streets, princess. But you’re welcome to stich yourself up if you hate me so much.” 

You couldn’t help but remark, “I could probably do a better job.” Marc raised his hands in mock surrender, preparing to stand, and you instantly regretted stroking your own ego. 

“Be my guest, I have work to finish now that you’re not on your death bed.” He made a show of turning away, just slowly enough to allow you to change your mind. Your pride would never have allowed you to ask for his assistance previously, stubbornly preferring to bleed out than admit defeat. However, something had shifted tonight. You once again convinced yourself that it was just delirium, nothing more. 

“Wait, Marc-” you grasped his wrist, pulling him back to the floor. “Please, don’t go.” Oh, the blood loss had definitely unveiled a level of vulnerability you weren’t aware existed within you. Marc glanced at you, not masking his shock, noting your wide eyes and trembling hand. He spared you his usual biting retort, instead nodding and resumed tending to your wounds. 

You watched him concentrate, gaze raking over the apparent softness of usually sharp features. Brown curls tumbled over his forehead, accenting his tanned features in a way you were rarely privy to. Supple lips were relaxed and parted in concentration, so different from the usual grimace they held. You weren’t blind, you knew Marc was attractive. But you had never allowed yourself to dwell on that thought before, never allowed your gaze to sample every inch of his features as though he were fine art. It made your stomach twist, the previously dissipated heat now spreading throughout your entire body - pooling in your lower abdomen. 

Fuck, you were so screwed. 

“Marc,” your voice was a breathless whisper, pathetic, you thought granted your usual composure. He glanced up at you, brows furrowing at your twisted expression. Cliché as it was, you felt yourself swimming in his brown eyes, further degrading your rational mind. With a strange fondness you had never extended toward him before, you could imagine waking up to those eyes, getting lost in them every morning - 

“Y/N?” 

Snapped out of your trance, uncertain and reaching for the right words, you had merely intended to thank him. “Thank you, Marc Spector,” you breathed against his lips. When had you gotten so close? But he didn’t flinch, didn’t move away. 

“Wow, someone alert the press. Never thought I’d hear those words coming from you.” His remark lacked it’s usual snark, sounding nearly as wrecked as you - though you supposed your judgement could be clouded by the blood loss. 

“Shut up,” you huffed, lips nearly brushing his own at the movement. 

“Make me, princess.” With a vigor you didn’t know you possessed, you threaded your hand into his disheveled curls, pulling him a fraction closer. Your lips connected perfectly, like two halves of one whole, causing you to contemplate why you hadn’t done this sooner. His kiss grew desperate, hungry, as though he was a starving man waiting to devour you. And god, you wanted more. 

Your hips bucked into the air of their own accord, causing a pained groan to escape your lips. Marc reluctantly pulled away from you as you chased his lips, tears prickling your eyes as you attempted to ignore the burn in your side. 

“Don’t stop,” you implored, begged. You hadn’t even thought yourself capable of begging, lest of all to him. 

“Y/N, you’re hurt. You need to rest, I need to go -” Before he could retreat, you pressed your lips against his once more, desperate, searching. 

“I can take it,” the breathy confession elicited a strained moan from Marc, and god, the things you would do to hear that sound again. 

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” It was your turn to smirk, nipping at his mouth with renewed energy. Strong arms encompassed your figure once more, gently lifting you to your bedroom, careful not to disturb your stitches. Slipping from your lust-fueled haze, it momentarily occurred to you that your injuries would not allow for this to extend further. 

“God, the things I want to do to you,” his voice slipped into a deep growl, the vibrations against your neck causing your body to spasm. 

“Then do them,” you insisted, all common sense having slipped your mind. With surprising control, Marc removed himself from your grasp, looking at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Fondness? 

His hand briefly trailed over your hip. The touch, though featherlight, caused a burning ache to travel through you. Marc cocked his head with a frown, having already proven his point. 

“Not now, not like this.” He paused, licking his lips as his eyes roamed your figure with a desire so intense it nearly made you forget the agony completely. “When I have you, and I will, I don’t want you to feel anything but me.” 

You’re not sure when you finally slipped from consciousness, when you stopped feeling Marc’s hands brush through your tangled locks. That night you dreamt of white cloaks and brown eyes more piercing than the moon, with the sweet smell of jasmine and spice engulfing your senses.  

[lamemaster]

Masterlist (09/08/2022)

Rules For Requests

The Silmarillion

Multi-Chapter Fic

Beginning of the End - Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

And the Time Stopped - Chapter 1

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Melodies of Love- Part 1 | Part 2 ** (Melkor's child)

The Curse of Bloodlines (Thranduil x Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue |

Terms of Loving You - (Maedhros x Teleri Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A Dismembered Memory- (Eru x Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3|

Echoing Silence | Promo |

The Glorious One | Vilomah (Maedhros x Reader)

The Soulless One | Part 2 (Maedhros x Reader)

Songs of Heart (Fingon x Reader x Turgon) Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer|

Drabbles and Oneshots

Love Like Dandelions (Maglor x Reader)

The Regrets That Linger (Maglor x Reader)

Pages Torn (Celegorm x Reader)

Heartful of Love (Maedhros x Reader)

Blinded by love (Glorfindel x Reader)

All in Vain (Feanorian of choice x Reader)

The Secret of Men(Finrod x Reader)

A Deceitful Peace (Glorfinel x Reader)

Does the Flame Envy the Moth? (Finrod x Reader)

Atlas' Burden (Ulmo)

Love That Writes My Doom (Eonwe x Maia Reader)

Burden of Souls (Turgon and Fingon)

To Reminisce (Fingon x Teleri Reader)

Of the Song Unheard (Celebrimbor x Reader)

The Regrets That Linger(Maglor x Reader)

11 Wishes of Love(Celegorm x Reader)

11 Ways to Hug the King of Nargothrond(Finrod x Human Reader)

To Be Loved by the Secondborn (Finrod)

Daughter-in-law of Feanorian Household(Maedhros x Reader)

Subject of Faith(Sauron x Reader)

Reciprocity of Forgiveness(Maeglinx Reader)

Made of Dreams(Gwindor x Maia Reader)

Nerdanel's Brother (Nerdanel & Brother Reader)

A Part of Mine (Maedhros x Modern Reader)

All of My Names(Maglor x Modern Reader)

Matters of Stamina (Glorfindel x Reader)

Pits of Joy (Finrod x Reader)

Become My Heartache (Finrod x Reader)

The fucking elf of my dreams (Finrod x Reader)

Love her, not me (Finrod x Reader)

A Knight For Rescue (Fingon x Reader)

A Riceball ( Maedhros and Child Reader)

Cannot Not Love (Maglor x Reader)

Conspiring Universe (Curufin x Reader)

Maedhros With a Writer S/O (Maedhros x Reader)

Maedhros with a Singer S/O (Maedhros x Reader)

Let's Not Get Married (Fingon x Reader)

The Judge of Fates (Celebrimbor x Reader)

Ways to Coax Your Beloved (Glorfindel x Reader)

Glimpse of You (Maedhros x Reader)

The Tale of Leren and Buthien (Rog x Reader)

In Sickness and in Health (Celegorm x Reader)

Ecthellion's Sister Reader

My Personal Brand of Annoyance (Celegorm x Reader)

Nerdanel (I LOVE her)

Nerdanel's Favorite Daughter-in-Law

Nerdanel's Brother (Nerdanel & Brother Reader)

Call Me Mommy

Brooding

Kinship of Men and Elves

My Thoughts on Indis

Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal (Celegorm's redemption)

Manwe Did Nothing Wrong (fight me)

Elves and Middle Earth

Dangweth Pengolod

Men of Arda

Reactions/Headcanons

Elves Reaction to Mythical S/O

Elves with South Asian Reader

Men Reacting to Meeting Elves for the First Time

Men Reacting to Elven Names Given to Them

The Silmarillion Elves Finding My Mutual's Blog

Elves with morosexual tendencies

My Ao3

What in the Hell is Happening Event

[donutloverxo]

Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end. 

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination. 

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more. 

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it? 

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed. 

"Curtis…" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago. 

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt. 

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you. 

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain. 

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you. 

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him. 

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel. 

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection. 

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you. 

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock. 

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight. 

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences. 

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time. 

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that. 

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it. 

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place? 

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you. 

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away. 

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed. 

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept? 

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway. 

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you. 

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could. 

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together. 

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said. 

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well. 

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release. 

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you. 

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him. 

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length. 

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples. 

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat. 

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length. 

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could. 

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest. 

But then… 

Were you grinding against his cock? 

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest. 

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped. 

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you. 

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[paracosm-writing]

00 | "𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞"

𝖎𝖓 𝖛𝖆𝖎𝖓 | Reiner Braun

Link to multi-fic masterpost.

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Reader

Word Count - 1.5K

Song – Saw You In A Dream// The Japanese House

Synopsis: Reiner Braun sees a series of memories as a young boy and falls in love with the girl who stars in them. Upon discovering that this girl is you, an Eldian on an island of devils, Reiner vows to save you from the impending doom his memories foretell. But will his efforts be in vain?

TW: slight Yandere! Reiner, angst, Y/N death, toxic/abusive relationships, canon-divergent

A/N: This is so weird to put online after literally daydreaming/brainstorming this plot since last year. Feedback is welcomed and if you want to be added to a taglist just message me.

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“I just wanna know that in the end it was all worth it.

The pain, the agony, the death.

That at the end of it all we can say;

‘It was for the best.’

Do you know…

What I mean?”

You sat in the overgrown grass, sprouting up from green to yellow at the tips. Watching the sun dip low to kiss the earth. From orange to a deep pink that illuminated the faint stars in the afternoon sky. Patiently, eyes welling with tears, waiting for an answer.

Reiner started to speak, compelled to assure you, compelled to tell you;

It was worth every bit.

But he was swept away.

Your eyes shifted, the sun rose in the sky, the breeze rustled past the both of you, and several lifetimes seemed to pass too quickly for Reiner to decipher – stopping in the midst of labor to watch seagulls drifting in the morning sky, you squinting beneath the sun’s gaze.

“I wonder what it’s like,” you murmured. “To have wings like that. They have no idea how lucky they are.”

Reiner reached for you. To tell you something so heavy his heart weighed down his chest but thought against it.

Because in this very moment, you were blissfully unaware and freer than the birds you admired so wistfully.

He envied you. Like the poor envied the rich, with malice and adoration. Love and hate, but love won over and he swept you up in his arms, placed you on his shoulders and told you to fly. Your rambunctious laughter echoed for miles.

Never had he wanted to live in someone’s laugh, falling and falling into a bed full of wildflowers.

He flipped the pages of an old, ancient book, the brittle parchment hissing with every turn. Your index finger rested on a drawing of a flower that filled a whole page, dirt and bits of flower petals embedded under your fingernails. And you protested about there not being enough flowers, and pronounced ‘red dahlia’ all wrong, and he started to tell you something.

Something that weighed on his heart but he could not remember.

Only one thought he could recall; that if he said anything, he would surrender such a precious moment.

Instead, he basked in your smile as warm as the noonday sun as you rode horses out on an open field.

He was a yard ahead of you and your warm, frustrated smile twisted his insides like the sharp end of a bayonet. The pain made him yearn for something, excitement like he had never known searing through his entire body like a hot iron.

“It’s not fair, you’re so good at everything,” you whined but you were still smiling so fondly.

No one had ever smiled at him in such a way and he wanted to – owed it to you – to say something.

Yet before he could speak you lied underneath a night sky and wondered aloud, “If I need you, will you know? Will you always come and find me?” Voice so small, as if even the slightest reprimand would make you shrivel up and disappear.

He had the urge to tell you you could scream for him in your thoughts and he would still hear you.

He would fight like hell to get to you.

And he needed to tell you something.

But your eyes were on his for the last time. Glassy and afraid. Staring up at him as you breathed your last breath, cradled in his arms, the last pleas for your life on your lips. Blood soaked his clothes. Marred your face.

He had not come to get you, and it hadn’t been worth It in the end.

“Protect her,” someone screamed a strangled cry in the distance. “You just had to protect her-“

“I will protect her!” He shouted back, rage and grief pulsing through him. Lifting him up from his surroundings until all he could see was red. The color of your blood. Your tears. In the blood that seeped from his hand as he bit down hard--

And he awoke with a sob, sitting upright so quickly his head spun and black splotches filled his vision. His heart raced in his chest, and his breath ran from him. As if to find where you might lay, hollow and unmoving, and fill you up again.

He desperately tried to untangle himself from his covers, trying to get to you. To protect you so your eyes would always be alive with wonder and your smile would always be warm.

Reiner managed to get free and stumble on to the cold, wooden floor, heart galloping so loudly with fear that he heard it in his ears.

His mother, Karina, found him. Crawling in vain, tears streaming down his face, muttering to himself about a girl he’d saw in a dream.

“There, there, Reiner,” she had cooed, taking her son in her arms. “It was just a bad dream.”

“But-but,” Reiner managed, your dead, lifeless eyes engraved in his mind. “It was, like, I saw her. In a memory.”

Still, Karina ruffled his hair, holding him close. “When you become a warrior, you’ll never have to worry about someone getting hurt ever again. Your father will come back to us, and we’ll finally be a family. And no one will want to hurt us because they will finally understand we are good Eldian people,

You must protect us, Reiner.

From those island devils.

It’ll all be worth it in the end, you’ll see.”

When Reiner enrolled in the Warrior program, he thought of that dream. The one he’d had the night before enrollment and he imagined he was coming to you, the strange girl in the dream, to tell you he was a warrior.

Would that keep you smiling that warm smile that reached your eyes as if your whole body was alight? A smile not even his mother could muster from bearing the weight of his ancestors’ sins?

Would it keep you alive?

Then he felt embarrassed, ashamed even, that he was considering a silly dream.

And ran into the depths of his future.

➳

Meanwhile, across the sea, in a meadow field in Shigashina, you watched your mother close the storybook in her hands as she finished her last sentence.

“Thus, the knight defeated the dragon, rescued the princess, and they lived happily ever after. What a nice fairytale, isn’t it, y/n?”

Usually, you liked hearing your mother read her fairytales but that morning you couldn’t ignore the dark circles under your mother’s eyes and the bruise she hid with the sweep of her hair. With every passing day since your mother had remarried – no, even further than that, since your father had gone on a scouting expedition and never came back, you were reminded more and more that fairytales were not real.

You considered the titans outside the walls, waiting to devour humanity, and your mother waiting for your stepfather to change and wished aloud, “I wish I was a knight and then I could rescue us and we’d live happily ever after.”

Your mother had gasped, stricken-faced and speechless.

Before snatching your hands into hers and holding you steady. “Y/N L/N, you take that back right now. There is nothing wrong with the way we live. We could be in an even worse position without your father, you hear me?”

You started to protest, but she didn’t give you a moment to speak.

“Would you rather us live in the Underground? With no one to protect us? Because that’s what would have happened if he hadn’t shown us kindness. Are you really that ungrateful?”

She clutched your hands so harshly that you were brought to tears, before guiltily loosening her grip and pulling you into her arms. Her sobs reverberated against the small of your back as she buried her face into your eight-year-old frame.

“It’ll all work out in the end, baby,” she whispered as if she were convincing herself. “I promise.”

Laying in bed that night, you selfishly dreamed that there was a knight coming to save you. To tear down the infrastructure of your small little house in Shigashina. He’d run a sword through your enemies. He’d shield you from the titans. He’d reach for your hand, pull you out of the cold rubble of your home and he would take you away.

Somewhere far where no titans roamed the land and you ran free beneath the pretty birds that soared the blue skies.

But then the dream turned into a nightmare, the knight into a monster, who scooped you up in his large hand and swallowed you whole.

You woke up with a start as you were falling into the abyss but did not cry.

Instead, you looked out your window, waiting for the sun to rise high and kiss the sky. And you decided even if your knight was a titan, it would still be worth it all if you could get free.

[jinrawon]

Your wish is my command.

Prince!Jinyoung x Fem!Reader. 

Genre: Angst, fluff, idk , some fantasy as well.

Summary: When the crown prince, Park Jinyoung,  breaks his engagement he is forced to have someone he did not expect as his knight. Displeased with the idea, deep down he knows he will need her by his side.

Words: 2k+

The first time he saw you you had a wooden sword in your hand and your big brother, and close friend of his, Jaebum had won you once again. He was 8 and you were 6 yet you seemed sure of what you wanted to be. 

The Lim family had always been close to the royal family. Jaebeom and Jinyoung were best friends and it was almost expected that you married him however not only did you avoid him, you also became a knight just to prevent that from happening. Contrary to what you thought, that did not break the engagement. As your father worded it, “ We need Jaebeom and you to be close to him, otherwise our family will be nothing” . To say you were annoyed was an understatement. The Truth was that Jinyoung had never treated you badly, you barely knew each other so of course he had not. The last time you had talked to him was the first time he saw you. You never made an effort to get to know him but he knew he was supposed to marry you. Or so both of you thought until you somehow broke the engagement. 

Your father was dissatisfied. You had studied to be the queen, the education was not the problem and neither your social status but the prince asked to break off the engagement and so did you. The queen and the king had no choice. Even if both of them wanted you to be the next queen, especially Jinyoung’s mother ,who was especially fond of you, they did not want to force you to. 

On the other hand, your parents had other plans in mind for you. 

“ Y/N, sweetie. “ Whenever your mother called you with that voice it was meant to go in a way you were not going to like. Her sweet smile and the worried gaze of your brother behind her made you clench your fists. “ Your father and I wish to have a talk with you. I take it you are not busy at this instant.”

“ What makes you think that, mother?” You were training with your sword. “ I am clearly busy. As a knight, I must  perfect my technique. And as an answer to you I must say I am indeed busy. “ 

Even if you said that you knew that you did not have a choice so you followed your mother to the big living room of your family manor. Your brother seemed uneasy as you looked at him searching for some kind of hint of what was going on. Your father was sipping tea while he heard some random old man talk. It was not until you saw his face that you knew who he was. He was the only duke of the kingdom. An old man without a family, someone desperate to have an heir and it was rumored that he was looking for a young woman who could be the mother. The fact that he was there and the look on your brother’s face easily made known that your father wanted to sell you to him. 

“ Ah, look who is here, “ Your father said. “  this is my lovely daughter who I was talking about. “

“ You have some nerve.” You were displeased and it was shown on your face.” I just broke my engagement to the prince, father. “ 

“ Y/N we have a guest. “ The look he gave you was not enough to scare you. You were a knight and he was a man you could easily take down on your own even if he was your father. “ You should act like a lady. “

“ Do you think I can’t break another engagement? “ You challenged him. “ I am not someone you can sell. “ You bowed and looked at the man before storming out of the room. 

Jaebeom came after you. He was always worried when it came to things like that. He was the next head of the family therefore he always knew what his father had in mind. He was the first to try and stop your father whenever it came to marriage, he knew how much you hated it. Even if he cared and wanted to help you he couldn’t always. Perhaps that’s why you noticed his regret. 

“ Where are you going, Y/N? “ He tried to stop you. Even if you were a knight you were still a human and a lady of an important family. Going alone was never wise. The fact that Jaebeom was the captain of the royal guard did not help. He was always told to protect you, first because you were his little sister and second because you would have been queen. He had been raised to protect the prince and you. “ Y/N , stop now, it’s an order. “

You did not care about his rank over you. He was your brother first and that made you a undisciplined knight. 

“ Jaebeom, I said I am going. “ You looked at him. “ It’s not your fault so there’s no need to feel responsible over me. “ 

You were quick to go after grabbing a sword. He saw you leave with your horse without any other word. 

It was late at night when you finally arrived to the palace. You left your horse on the stable and quickly went inside the palace. The knights were soon to notice who you were and bowed at you. The news that you and Jinyoung had broken off your engagement had yet to be spread and you could notice by how the guards treated you as the crown princess. You stated your business on the palace and one of the knights went away. He looked for the queen and when he returned you were told to go to the tea room. 

When you arrived the queen welcomed you with a warm smile. If your father had seen you with your knight uniform in front of the mother of the kingdom you would have been doomed. Fortunately, he was not there to see you. The woman in front of you was gorgeous. The dress looked uncomfortable and yet she wore it with grace. You thought you could never imitate her. You had been raised to be queen and yet you were everything but one. 

“ What brings you here, my dear? “ You sat in front of her. “ You clearly need help if you are here this late at night. Not only that but you just saw me yesterday. “ 

“ It is true that I am here in seek of help, your majesty. “ You bowed and apologized to her. “ But I am in a desperate situation and I believe I have the answer to resolve it. “ 

She saw how nervous you were. It was only her who could see you with such weakness and she wished it was otherwise. How adorable you looked to her, how she wished you would be queen when she stepped down from the throne. 

“ Tell me dear, what may I do for you? “

“ I heard your majesty was looking for a knight who could protect the prince.” There was determination on your eyes. She looked at you and nodded to make sure she was listening. “ So I would like to suggest myself for the job. “

“ May I ask why? “ She was concerned about you. Your actions were confusing even for her who knew you since your childhood. “ You have always avoided Jinyoung , your marriage is not going to happen anymore because of that. I ask you to explain yourself so I can understand. “

“ Your majesty , I do not wish to marry his highness as you already know. “ Even if you had to, it would be better than marrying an old duke. “ But It is not because of his highness but because I do not wish to marry by force. When the engagement was broken my father did not doubt on selling me to the Duke. “

“ Oh dear. “ 

“ That is why if you could grant me the honor to protect his highness then I could make sure to devote myself to him but I could avoid marrying. “ 

It was well known that the personal knight of the queen or king often devoted themselves to them and only them but it was unheard of a woman avoiding marriage thanks to that. The queen thought about it. She could grant the wish to her but he had to talk with the king to make sure it was allowed. 

“ Stay here for the night, sweetie. “ She suggested as she stood up. “ I will talk with the king on your behalf. If I am able to then I will grant you your wish. “

It was often that you spent the night in the royal palace, that is why you had your own chambers. It was also clear that the queen instructed them to be placed near the prince's chambers. She always tried to make you talk but both of you managed to avoid each other. That was until that night. 

With your sleep gown on, you went to walk on the halls of the magnificents palace gardens. You could easily see thanks to the moonlight which seemed to be more intense than ever. While looking at the beautiful scenario you saw the prince, the guy you had avoided for years. For the first time you approached him. 

“ Is it a good night, is it not, your highness? “ You sat next to him on the stairs that led to the garden itself. “ It is as if your mind is heavily bothered.” 

“ I am deeply pissed at you. “ You were confused. “ You avoid me for more than ten years and suddenly decide to be my knight? What the hell Y/N? Did you hit your head? “

“ No need to be rude, your royal highness. “ You smiled. “ Is it that strange? I just don’t want to marry you. That’s why I avoided you. “

“ So now that you are no longer marrying me you decide to come to me and talk? “ You understood his confusion but he was the only one who could save you from being sold to someone who only wanted you to have his heir. “ If you asked me I would say you’ve lost your mind. “ You remembered the first time you met and how you did not know he was the boy you were engaged to. You both became friends, that was until you knew and avoided him without an explanation. He kept trying to talk to you for years until he was done with it. It was the first time he heard you talking to him. “ Not only that but now mother says you are my knight? “

You did not expect the prince to have such a temper when he was mad, he seemed so perfect that you thought he would have stayed quiet. 

“ Wait, that means his majesty accepted me as your knight? “ 

It was the first time that you two were looking at each other’s eyes. It was the first time you looked at him without hesitating. 

“ Shouldn’t I have a choice in this? “ He said. “ I don’t need you around me day and night. “

“ I don’t see the problem, it’s either me or Jaebeom. “

“ I don’t need a knight, “ He answered. “ I don’t need you so tell my mother that you don’t want the job, Y/N or I will make sure myself that you don’t get it. “ 

He stood up and soon he was gone. You were never the nicest to him, you were rude in fact. You always avoided him and whenever he helped you in any way you just nodded. You helped him if he asked but never talked to him which ended in him not wanting to ask anything to you at all. You knew you should have been fair to him, it was not his fault that your father used you as an item which he could sell at the best price. However, even if you could see all that there was something more important. Just as Jinyoung had broken off the engagement he could make you lose the job. In the end it was always his choice or his father’s. If he asked his father then you would lose it. You had to do something to prevent that from happening.

The next morning you woke up feeling lost. Perhaps if you hadn’t avoided Jiinyoung all that time he would have accepted you as his knight.

“ No,” You said to yourself hiding your head between your knees.” I would have married him. “  

Thinking about the past was no use so you decided to dress and find the prince to talk to him about it. You were not going to get married, no matter what. On your mind you played all the possible answers he could give you. You were his best friend's little sister, he could not just abandon you. You sighed. 

When you finally saw him he was in the library. He seemed to be looking for a book. The royal library was definitely bigger than the one you had in the manor and you always admired that but avoided it due to Jinyoung or your brother being at it. Now you could enter without worrying about the first one. 

“ Which book is it? “ You stood close to him trying to look over his broad shoulders. “ Oh, I’ve read this one, I bought it with my first knight payment.”

“ What are you doing here? “ As a contrast to the night before he seemed calm. He looked at you without a hint of any emotion. “ If it is about the knight thing, forget it. “

“ Come with me, your highness. “ 

You grabbed his hand and went outside the library only to sit on the same stairs as the night before. The people who walked by saw you amazed. For them you were the crown princess and Jinyoung was the crown prince. For them you were a couple who loved each other. 

“ I told you to forget it. “

“ I can’t.” Your lips were pressed into a thin line. “ I am asking you, please. It would benefit both of us. I need you and you need me. “ That was all you could say without mentioning the forced marriage that seemed more and more close.” I know it’s unfair, you have only treated me with kindness while I was a jerk but...”

“No. I don’t care what you have to say, Y/N. I will not have you as my knight.” 

“ But I can protect you and with other knights you will not have as much freedom as with me, your highness! “

Of all the answers you had imagined this was not one. He was kind, you thought, he could never crash your hopes with a simple no. He would doubt, you believed, but he did not.

“ No and that is final. “ 

“ Please, Jinyoung I am asking yo-” Before you could say anything else someone had grabbed your arm and pulled you up. When you looked at the person and saw your brother you could not help but sigh. He was angry. No, he was furious. “ Jaebeom, what the hell, let go of my arm. “

“ Apologize to his highness. “ He said. “ You of all people can’t just call him by his name. “ 

“ What? “ 

Jinyoung looked at both of you and even considered telling Jaebeom to let you go after seeing your gaze. You were about to snap and he did not want to be there to see it but it was rather late.

“ Let me go. Now. “ You did not care about him being your big brother or someone with a higher rank than you. “ I said, let go. “ Seeing he had no intention of doing it you grabbed his arm and with all your strength you took him down. “ I don’t care about any of this freaking sh*t anymore. What do you mean me of all people? Am I that unworthy? “

When you walked away from there Jaebeom was surprised. You usually were more on the calm side but the latest days seemed as if you would be furious for everything.

" Sorry about that. " He murmured. " She is just being a child."

" Got to say is more interesting than her ignoring me. "

" Forgive her.  She has the intelligence of a brick but she does not mean any harm. "

When Jaebeom saw you again you apologized. That did not make the situation less awkward. You were still mad at him but you knew he was just doing his job.

" You are embarassing yourself. " He said. " His knight? For real? You could not ask for anything else , Y/N? The knight of the man you were supposed to marry. To avoid marrying at that. "

Even if you knew it was his way of looking out for you you could not help but feel as if you were betrayed by your own brother.

" They have not given you the job anyways. "

You knew, the moment Jinyoung had said no you knew your fate was sealed. There was no hiding or running anymore. More than ten years avoiding it just for it to become true in the worst way possible.

“ I have no other choice but to accept marrying that man? “ Your gaze was on the floor and you would not dare to look at your brother.

“ Him or you could try and speak to Jinyoung. “ 

“ Right. “

And it was the first time Jaebeom saw his sister give up.

A/N: So this is the first chapter of this series which I hope you’ll like. I’ll try to be regular at updating but I can promise anything since my final exams are around the corner but yeah. Anyway, I hope you’ll like it and I hope I can portray Got7 well but sorry if they feel a bit OOC. 

Here is the masterlist: Your wish is my command.

[bruh--wtf]

A Lovely Secret

Masterlist

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Merlin x reader

Warning: Parental Abuse.

Summary: Reader is respected in the palace as the daughter of a nobleman, and Merlin is the prince's new servant. Are the two doomed to forever hide their feelings? Or will their friends, and her father accept it?

Reader is female and has magic. This is set before Morgana is evil(sorry if you haven't seen the show) so, she's nice and acts the way she did when everyone liked her.

Your father is on Uther's court. A very trusted advisor. And, you have lived in the palace your whole life. Arthur is like your brother, even though he can be the arrogant prat that he is. And Morgana is like a sister. Your best friend, along with Gwen of course.

Your handmaiden, Lila, is also a dear friend. However, she is shy and much younger and you aren't very close with her.

A few months ago, Arthur got a new man servant. It was a fluke, as Arthur put it. He was furious that Uther would put the boy with him, but there was something about him that intrigued you.

Your mother was a sorceress, and your father told Uther once he discovered the truth. Knowing your father would tell Uther about his wife, you knew he would have no problem telling him about you.

Though, you were never taught. You simply... had it. It terrified your mother how things would happen without her doing. And once she discovered, she trained you to control it. To hide it.

"Y/N?" Gwen says, coming up behind you. You turned to see the beautiful girl and smiled at her.

"Hello, Gwen."

She glanced out the window that you were looking out of and sighed. "You must stop this. You'll be caught."

"It isn't fair, Gwen! I've been training since I was born, and now I'm suddenly meant to be a 'lady'? It's boring. I want to be sparring," you rant to your friend, who laughs at you.

"Perhaps Arthur will spar with you later," she suggests. You roll your eyes.

"He would never defy his father. Or spar me, he'd be to scared of losing again," you tell her and the two of you share a laugh. You look down at the training feild again and see a few of the knights looking up at you, including a glaring Arthur.

You blow him a mocking kiss and you can tell he rolls his eyes as he shakes his head and looks down. The knight he was sparring was busy looking at you and Gwen when Arthur knocks him down. You roll your eyes at your friends move. If the knight had been looking, he could have easily stopped him.

"I'm going," you say. You start down the stairs, walking up to the feild, Gwen tailing behind you trying to convince you otherwise. Arthur looks annoyed and walks up to you.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" He asks.

"Watching your knights take it easy on you," you state. His agitation turns to confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You lot are going easy, yes?" You ask the knights. They all shift uncomfortably, avoiding Arthur's gaze. He quickly becomes angry. "Maybe try with someone who won't."

You were wearing riding pants, and a white blouse that was probably looser than it needed to be.

Arthur turns his glare to you. "You know what your father said. And mine, for that matter." You roll my eyes and follow him further onto the feild.

"And? That never stopped me before!" He stops and spreads his arms wide.

"Alright. Then, try me." You raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" You ask. He nods.

"Unless you changed your mind." I smirk and shake my head. You take a sword from Leon, who knew what was coming. Arthur adjusts his stance and you start a circle for a moment before he initiates the battle. The sound of metal against metal was music to your ears.

You turn his sword and you could almost see his arm tense as his wrist cramps up. You raise an eyebrow.

"Nervous, Arthur?" You ask.

"You wish, Y/N."

After he attempts a few more blows, and manage to dodge them. Your smirk grows as he becomes frustrated. The knights needed to move as you and Arthur made a dance around the field.

"I think you're scared of losing to a girl." You state. He angrily swings at you again, and you bend backwards to avoid the swinging sword that still barely misses your face. You gulp, and take Arthur's slight shock to your advantage. He hadn't meant to get that close to harming you and you knew it.

You swing your sword out and stop it just before it connects with his neck. You were both out of breath and you heard Gwen cheering for you not far away.

"See? They were taking it easy on you." You hand the sword back to Leon, who was smiling at you. He patted your shoulder.

"Weston owes me a few silvers, thanks." He says, making you laugh. He smiles at you and walks up to a fellow knight who reluctantly hands Leon a few silver pieces.

You walk over to Gwen who was still bouncing on her toes in excitement. She was standing next to Arthur's servant, Merlin. He had blue eyes when you looked closer, and he was much taller than you. He was lean, yet you could tell he had a bit of a muscular build. He wore a red scarf around his neck. He was smiling with Gwen.

You extend your hand to him. "I don't believe we've properly met. I'm Y/N." He seems a little surprised that you acknowledged his existence, for a moment and fumbles to shake your hand, nodding his head.

"Uh, Merlin. I'm Merlin." You offer the handsome man a smile.

"Pleasure to meet you, Merlin." You glance behind you to see Arthur lecturing the knights. You roll your eyes.

"That was brilliant!" Gwen says. You smile at her.

"Thank you. He'll probably be an ass to you today though." You say the last part to Merlin. He rolls his eyes.

"He always is." Then his eyes widen slightly, while you chuckle. "Sorry, I mean-"

"Don't worry Merlin. I was raised with him, I know what he can be like." He looks relieved.

"Y/N!" You hear your father call. You look over and hold your breath for a moment.

"I better go." Gwen seemed a little nervous for you and it didn't go unnoticed by Merlin. He gives both of you a questioning look, and you had a feeling Gwen would explain things.

You offer a small smile to your friend and Merlin. Then, you walk over to your father. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Harmless sparring," you say. He grips your upper arm a bit to roughly and pulls you away from the open archways, which allowed the people on the field to watch your interaction with your father.

He shoves you onto the stairs and you scrape your hand as you catch yourself. He glares at you as you try to steady yourself.

"Harmless? He cut your arm." You look down at your arm, and notice a bit of blood seeping through your shirt.

"It's nothing. Gaius can fix it up in no time!" You say. He continues to pull you up to your chambers.

"You have him do that. We're having dinner with the king tonight." He tells you and pushes you against the wall and walks away. Watching him walk down the corridor your anger boils against your skin.

You have to restrain yourself from using magic against your father. Then you walk into your chambers and have Lila help you get dressed into something more proper.

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Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader

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[FYI]: You're whisper-singing this to each other ^^

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Temptation, enchantment, stars dancing against a backdrop of liquid gold...those eyes belied his humanity. How could such perfection be constrained to the land and sky below the heavens?

"You know I want you...

It's not a secret I try to hide.

I know you want me,

So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied."

Call it a tryst, a forbidden partnership...a gaping wound in the fabric of society, in which sin will fester forever. Call it dangerous, deem it disgraceful, but a word's significance falls victim to fluctuation - to desperate and direful minds. Their guise of concern remained unheeded; Keigo embodied beauty and wit beyond all comprehension.

"You claim it's not in the cards,

And fate is pullin' you miles away,

And out of reach from me"

Another life, a dream, a fairy-tale...a faraway kingdom, a teahouse nestled between the realms of mortal and fae, or perhaps something entirely unremarkable...but together, you planned to venture. The lyrics of your song whispered a love so sempiternal, ghosting across lips and conjuring sleepy smiles, as you swayed to the rhythm of a single heartbeat.

"But you're here in my heart,

So who can stop me if I decide

That you're my destiny?"

The sun served as Keigo's sole rival, but little competition was ever presented. A lifetime draped in darkness delighted in its infinite superiority to a lifetime without your beloved. The latter would be courtesy of a nightmare - never of a waking wish. The opportunity for doubt and regret had sailed by in the twilight. To it, neither of you had borne witness; a romantic entanglement of limbs and gentle breaths had sounded far too appealing. Every moment spent in the absence of a feathery embrace was torture, every reflection of the past - your past...interconnected, and now cherished so dearly - was bliss.

"What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine.

Nothing could keep us apart.

You'd be the one I was meant to find..."

Yet...you both understood the world for its acrimony...its frostbitten core. You weren't made for each other - not in the truest sense, by instinct or divinity. His arms weren't supposed to be your sanctuary...his wings weren't supposed to grant asylum to your battle-weary body...his love wasn't supposed to rain down upon you, echoing the sentiment that burrowed inside your heart. The mere suggestion of accord between yourselves and this world was likely a false and cruel jest, though it torched your embers until they burned beyond control.

What if...what if it was possible...?

"It's up to you, and it's up to me.

No one can say what we get to be...

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours,

Tonight..."

No...it was a folly, entirely divorced from reason.

Nothing material dissuaded those whose hearts greyed at the edges, and yet...your pursuit was forbidden. But 'surrender' was another word to which you paid no due regard. Villain...hero...who would care upon your deathbeds?...When you died at love's behest?

"You think it's easy...

You think I don't wanna run to you,

But there are mountains...

And there are doors that we can't walk through."

It carries such detriment, but on some odd ground, it became the epitome of joy. The spilling of the confessional waterfall became the greatest-worst mistake of the epoch. Intertwining fingers, lips that joined in a graceful tango...a mutual love - devotion...it was devotion, perhaps even worship.

"I know you're wondering why because we're able to be

Just you and me within these walls...

But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see

That it was hopeless after all..."

The Adonis to your Aphrodite, master of the hunt and incomparably gorgeous, Keigo's worth far exceeded your own. His birdbrained wiles reduced your legs to jelly, and your mind to mush. Your Keigo, your knight in faux fur...your warm and welcoming saviour - he who insisted that lovers, regardless of dynamics, should never live apart....

"No one can rewrite the stars...

How can you say you'll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart,

And I'm not the one you were meant to find..."

This love was prone to squalor, doomed to failure, but oh so delectable.

"It's not up to you,

It's not up to me,

When everyone tells us what we can be...

How can we rewrite the stars?

Say that the world can be ours,

Tonight..."

The vestigial traces of hair that peppered his chin, the memories queueing on his tongue, just waiting to be recalled, the glimmer of mischief behind every glance, whether fleeting or eternal...you took inventory of these each morning and each night, praying that he never allowed sadness to spirit his smile away.

"All I want is to fly with you,

All I want is to fall with you,

So just give me all of you!"

But society, conventions...life, fought against this union. It felt impossible. Keigo disagreed.

"It feels impossible...

It's not impossible...

Is it impossible?

Say that it's possible!"

"We're together because we need to be, angel. To Hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong...I've never been more sure of anything." It didn't arise from an argument, but frayed nerves and half-broken hearts. Four years later, and you loved more fiercely than any wedlock twain.

"How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine?

Nothing can keep us apart,

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find!"

The very nature of your...'occupation', resisted Keigo's dream of marriage. Perhaps it was silly, or even childish, to wish for a domestic life, without the complication of heroics or beck-and-calls, but...he wanted to call you his own. Officially.

"It's up to you,

And it's up to me.

No one can say what we get to be!

And why don't we rewrite the stars?

Changing the world to be ours..."

"Takami (Y/n), has a nice ring to it, don'tcha think?" The futility of such a question had crushed his soul, but persistence usually paid off...right?

"C'mon pretty bird, we could get married in secret or something? I'm sure I could find somewhere...someone to officiate it? I just wanna be with you, so badly. Please...if it's impossible...please take my last name anyway? C'mon, I'm begging you, (Y/n)...be my wife?"

You wanted to.

Of course you wanted to!

"You know I want you...

It's not a secret I try to hide.

But I can't have you...

We're bound to break and my hands are tied..."

But...it was such a hopeless plight.

[Word Count: 1087]

[smokeybrand]

What Comes Next

My brother posted something about the new Wonder Woman from Didio’s failed 5G initiative, Yara Flor. New Wondy is, apparently, a literal Amazon; She’s from the Amazon in South America. I think she’s Brazilian, specifically. My brother, who doesn’t even give a sh*t about comics like that, had no kind words for this odious turn of events. Didio’s fever dream of a live wide reboot, the third one in a decade, was rightfully killed and he, himself, fired when the ATT buyout went through. Look, i love comics. I think they are one of the purest forms of storytelling outside of actual novels, that we have today. They’re an infinite well of creativity and inspiration so it boggles my mind why the two major comic houses can’t seem to write a compelling f*cking narrative to save their lives and always resort to this reboot bullsh*t. Marvel is much less guilty about this, the less said about All New-All Sh*t, the better, but three times in ten years? Really? What the f*ck was Didio doing?

I mention All New, All Different because DC’s Future State, the re-branded moniker of 5G, is exactly the same goddamn thing but with a DC twist. That means it’s going to be worse. We already see this sh*t happening. New Wondy. Johnathan is replacing Clark. Batman is presumed dead but is really on the run, like in the vastly superior Court of Owls arc, replaced by an unknown vigilante wearing his symbol. It’s Luke Fox. DC already spilled the beans about that sh*t. Force that diversity directly into your books because that sh*t worked SO well for Marvel, right? It’s not like that disaster didn’t take until now for them to get back to good, even if sales don’t reflect the good will because comics are a whole ass dying industry. It’s dying because no one tells great stories anymore and companies rely too heavily on desperate, ill conceived reboots like this or thousands of variant covers. Future state is doomed to fail. DC has no faith in it, no faith in the actual work, proven by the fact that Jim Lee announced the books will be returnable. Who the f*ck makes comics returnable?? When has that ever been a thing?

I give DC so much sh*t because their product is sh*t. It’s been terrible for a long while now, with the exception of a few Flash arcs, DCeased, most of Earth-2 before it got canned, and The White Knight run. I’ve written at length about my love for that sh*t. Hell, even Joker War turned out to get it’s sh*t together in a hurry and end on a ridiculously compelling note. I even found myself intrigued by where Punchline was left and i hate that b*tch. I also hate The Batman Who Laughs. This Gary Stu ass mass of originality is everything wrong with DC and comics as a whole. Dude is a try hard, edgelord, OC character getting an unearned push, forcing him down our throats as readers. It’s f*cking ridiculous. Marvel is dong this same sh*t with f*cking Knull but he’ll eventually be forgotten. TBWL is around to stay because casuals love this f*ck. We’re in the middle of another Crisis event that he orchestrated which is the lead-in to the entire Future State slate. The biggest boner in recent DC history is going to be the direct result of the worst character DC has pushed in twenty years. If that isn’t the most flaccid poetry, i don’t know what is.

I know I'm giving this Future State a lot of sh*t, and it might be fully warranted, but there aspects of this nonsense that i do, in fact, like. I like that Cassandra Cain is Batgirl again, even if that means the other one i don’t like, Stephanie Brown, gets the same treatment. I like the look of Latina Wondy and that Gotham City seems to be super Cyberpunk now. I don’t think I've ever seen that in the books before. Gothic Cyberpunk? Can it really be everything i dream of? Manta’s kid is, apparently, taking the Aquaman mantle with Curry’s daughter inheriting the Aquagirl title. Luke Fox shouldn’t be Batman, Damian Wayne should be. If Artemis can be Egyptian, then Latin Wondy is fine. I’m even borderline okay with John Kent being “Superman.” I like the fact that there is more diversity coming to DC’s books, overall, i just don’t think this is the way you go about doing it. Non of this feels organic or competently executed. This sh*t feels so goddamn miserable, it hurts. Everything i just said. I've seen before. Cass had an entire series to herself as Batgirl, same as Stephanie. Gordon was the first to don a high tech Batsuit when Bruce was missing, not Luke. F*cking Nubia is a thing. I watched Aqualad hit all of these same beats in the Young Justice show and Johnathan is literally Superman in DCeased. That book may or may not still be running alongside these Future State titles, man! That’s my biggest issue with all of this; It’s just more of the same, but worse. Even f*cking Red X, that asshole identity Robin took on when he worked for Slade in the old Teen Titans cartoon, has a part to play in these books. If that doesn't clarify my problems with this event, I don't know what can.

Future State is the most transparent, unoriginal, corporate pandering effort i have ever seen. It smacks of desperation. I know that because, aside from the return policy, instead of this being an entire line wide reboot like Didio wanted, it’s only supposed to be a two month run. Two months and then the status quo returns. This tells me that, the only reason we’re seeing any of these books, is because DC lacks content. The Wuha f*cked up A LOT of sh*t and it seems DC was wounded more than we thought. Before Didio's firing and the jumbling of the comic hierarchy, work was already complete on some of the 5G sh*t. I imagine, maybe, speculation on my part, about two months worth of content? Sub-par content at that? It’s insane to me that DC is floundering this much. Marvel is killing it with their X-Titles and Thor is gaining ground quickly but there is nothing currently being published but DC that even comes close to those books. Rehashing a failed idea that was already canceled once, ain’t the answer. As much as i what the comics industry to be okay, as much as i want DC to tell great stories, and as much as i want to see Cass back behind that symbol, this ain’t it, chief. I would love to go into this event with cheery optimism but, if DC’s recent history has proven anything, it’s that optimism in their content is for fools. This entire run seems like an obvious mistake.

[jolly-loui-s]

The irony of roleplaying as a wizard chpater 1 by Jolly Loui S

Fandom: Homestuck

Pairing: Davekat Dave x Karkat

words (chapters 1/?): 1732 words

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Reader stop what you are doing and be Dave =>

Your name is Dave strider, and you are taking a stroll. The destination in mind of the stroll it to particularly wondering because you are only wandering. The only special thing about this situation was that this stroll was taking place inside of a facility on a meteor in the middle of space, and you were barefoot. Why Dave was barefoot? even he didn’t know. Sometimes shoes seemed so pointless. “Thank you kindly narration, be free my sweaty feet from you pointless shoe prison” Dave muttered to himself because narration isn’t a thing you can talk to. Who needed shoes when you had the soft comfort of your meaty toes. Dave continued to peacefully stroll ahead on his walk to nowhere in particular and started remembering all those countless times he had fallen victim to the mighty Lego blocks every time again and again back in Striderbro’s apartment days. Dave knew that bro leaving Lego’s around the apartment on random occasions had just been one of his many methods to prepare Dave for anything and absolutely everything. A lesson to always wear shoes, or it was just bro being bro at cleaning, why the guy played with Lego’s at such an age? Dave didn't know, but it wasn't like Lego’s where specifically for children anyway. Dave shivered at the thought of the pain, those damm colorful blocks had been such a pain in the ass, literally even sometimes. Well, at least Lego’s probably didn’t exist anymore with the whole earth being gone and stuff. All of a sudden without warning disrupted from his choo-choo train of thoughts, Dave felt a pang of pain run through the bottom of one of his feet and proceeded to make a womanly yelp which he would later deny, because Striders don’t yelp. He held his foot in pain and was surprised to see blood dripping from it, trying to bring his foot closer to his face to investigate the so said object that was now stuck in his feet.

But because of the idiot he was, trying to shove one’s foot into their face while still standing being a bad idea, Dave lost his balance after wobbling around and tried to direct his fall to his side as he had learned was the best way to fall and not break an arm, only… it never came. Instead Dave felt his face swimming into the texture of very suspicious fluffy wool and realized he had somehow managed to direct his fall towards something else than the floor. Just his luck the door had opened in that same moment when Dave was about to fall taking the person that had appeared from the other side of the door with him. Making his fall very... surprisingly soft-and fluffy actually! And that was when Dave found out he had just caused his own utter demise when he realized why the person, he had fallen onto was so fluffy, because there was only one person that could be. Fluffy sweater all year long summer or winter Karkat Vantass. Which made Dave wonder if seasons were even a thing on Alternia or not? He decided that was another conversation for another time. There were other subjects like a very pissed of looking Karkat who looked like he was about to start another long as rant when Dave finely met his stare still lying on top of the dude and of course all Dave could think of was wink at the motherfucker which only worsened the never ending angry looking furrow of the guys eyebrows.

“HERE I WAS ACTYALLY FUCKING CONCERNED FOR A SECOND FOR A FRIENDS POTENIAL WELL BEING,” Karkat started to say as was dramatically flailing around his arms on the ground “LOOK AT ME! HURRYING MY ASS OVER TO INVESTIAGE A PECUALIAR ASS SCREAM OF THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR WHILE I WAS JUST MINDING MY GODDAMM OWN BUISNES BUT NO, IT SEEMS LIKE THE HEAVNES HAVE BETRAYED ME ONCE AGAIN BY DOOMING MY DAY WITH ANOTER DOSE OF UNWANTED STRIDER PRESSENCE” “hey” Dave interrupted feeling slightly bemused while feigning hurt in his voice. “This holy Strider presence is a blessing and you know it, come on bro you can’t denying it. My cool kid strider ass just dropping in like the divine gift I am ready to be caught like a princes by my knight is shining armor is the most divine blessing you will ever get” Karkat grunted and continued to yell frustrated as he tried to wriggle free from Dave’s weight on top of him which just humored Dave even more. Karkat yelled colorfully as he held onto Dave’s back tightly in the motion of struggle. Amongst the struggle Dave’s face found itself very flatly squashed like a pancake underneath Karkat’s sweater with Karkat still trying to fidget loose from Dave’s strong hold on his back. Dave felt himself being suffocated, his laughter from before drowning away as he struggled for breath. Dave Strider, dead by sweater. Dave could already see Rose knitting those ironic sweaters for his corpse party. Karkat saw the opportunity when Dave’s hold on him started to grow slack and didn’t hesitate to turn the tables, because Karkat was now the one sitting on top of the other. Dave grasped a quick breath but soon found himself distracted as his hands appeared to be immobilized by the guy on top of him. Karkat’s face was right in front of his very close actually. As if he was on one of the first-row seats at the cinema looking at the premiere of Sir Karkat Vantass the movie. It didn’t take long for Karkat to remove his arms, both boys faces inched closer in utter silence. Dave’s hands very slowly found its way towards Karkat cheeks. they had passed the time that was appropriate to let go, so they continued to look at each other like that for a while. It was probably a shorter amount of time than what it felt like but still, it almost felt like eternity while staring at those strange alien black and yellow eyes. Sometimes, Dave would forget the fact that they weren’t the same species. And for some reason it made Dave tense up slightly, when he started to notice the obvious difference in appearance between the two them. Like Karkat’s sharp teeth that could probably tear trough raw meat if he wanted to or his sharp claws which were dug deeply into Dave’s back. Another thing Dave suddenly felt hyper aware of was Karkat’s hot breath on his face along with the feeling of Karkat speeding heartbeat trough his chest.

“Dave…umm” Karkat said “your foot is bleeding” a very poor attempt at starting a conversating but Dave was thankful none the less. Dave’s state of mind now probably wouldn’t even have been able to form more than two syllables at least. Even if some miracle happened and Dave managed to form a word it would have probably been something stupid anyway which he would have regretted later. So, he really was glad Karkat decided to speak first. Which gave Dave the opportunity to nod in a cool manner, because as a Striders nodding in a cool manner was never a thing he could fail at. After another few mortifying seconds of silence Karkat finely got the clue that Dave wouldn’t be opening his mouth in remark anytime soon. A wobbly pair of hands which rested on Dave’s chest pushed against him with the utmost care, not breaking eye contact Karkat pushed himself away from Dave space until both of his feet were standing on the floor. Dave only bothered to change his stance to a sitting position very aware of the sudden absence of warmth on his body.

“I..I t-think I should go now, I mean like yeah-h” Karkat said his breath hitching at the last words while he awkwardly pointed to the door. Dave nodded again coolly because, still that was all he could do, and withing a flash of second Karkat was gone. The mechanical door opened and closed behind him, Karkat’s back was the last thing Dave saw until everything that had just happened dawned unto him. The places that Karkat had touched before suddenly felt on like they were on fire and Dave couldn’t help but touch his face, which felt unbelievably warm from embarrassment. “What the hell just happened” Dave said to particularly no-one because there was no-one around just the feeling that he had to muter those particular words to himself. They had just been goofing around, it wasn’t anything new, really. They had wrestled before but never, never had been stuck staring at each other like that. So close, their faces had been so close to each other Dave thought. Just a few inches more and their lips would have touched. Just a few inches and Dave and Karkat would have… no no! Dave didn’t even allow himself to think the word. Dave his face was stuck in shock, but Karkat’s face just then it had been so... vulnerable, precious? Dave couldn’t come up with any words to describe it. He had never felt this way before once in his life and he didn’t know what it was. There was only one emotion he was having right now that he recognized and that was fear. Striders didn’t feel fear, so Dave knew he had to keep it that way while feeling Bro’s gaze of disproval flash before his memories. Whatever these strange emotions had been he wouldn’t allow himself to feel them again. Or would he? Maybe he should talk to Rose, it wasn’t like he wanted to, but it resulted to be the best thing to do most of the times. He trusts Rose, technically being siblings was one of the reasons, but it still made him feel uncomfortable to talk to her about things like feelings and emotions. Dave stood up, still feeling confused, only to his déjà vu almost fall over once again. He had totally forgotten about what had started the whole instance in the first place. Finally managing to look at his foot clearly now and not like some wobbling idiot the object that was stuck in his foot was now clear to his eyes to see.

Dave_EXE_STOPPED_WORKING

It was a piece of Lego’s.

link to chapter 2:

https://jolly-loui-s.tumblr.com/post/190382520016/the-irony-of-roleplaying-as-a-wizard-chapter-2-by