#knight!reader

[nezuscribe]

part one

you could admit, to some degree, that you knew the danger you were putting yourself into volunteering to become one of the realm's seven holy knights.

but the dangers were something you've grown accustomed to not caring much about.

you knew from an early age that there weren't many paths for noble women. it was either become wives, mothers, widows, or in lucky cases, spinsters. you realized early on that this would be the most terrifying outcome you could think of. so you begged, pleaded, sobbed, and begged even more until your father allowed you to learn how to fight, how to hold a sword and bow properly.

the years bled together, and sooner or later you found yourself with quite a reputation following your wake; a faceless knight who nobody had ever heard of.

you were able to earn a spot as one of the seven holy knights, protectors of the crown and its livelihood. you were lucky that it was in the code of honor not to reveal one's face, as it was unheard of in its centuries of existence to have a lady fighter, but you had slipped up a couple of times, almost revealing your true nature.

thankfully, all the other men were oafs and couldn't tell if you took your helmet off and revealed your face outright.

for a few motnhs you seemed to go undetected. or so you fooled yourself into believing.

the younger prince, gojo satoru, had a knack for busying himself with the lives of the knights. he often trained with you all in the daytime, hanging around during the night as he skipped dinner with his family to eat with you all.

and although you were careful enough not to talk or even lift up the bottom half of your helmet to eat something, it felt like his eyes were always on you.

it also didn't help that you kept besting him in almost every practice. sword fighting, arrow shooting, hunting, anything you could think of, and suddenly the prince, who was revered for his knight-like abilities, was paling in compassion to you.

so perhaps it was your paranoia or your inability to read people's thoughts, but somewhere deep inside, you had a sneaking suspicion he was onto you.

gojo always singled you out in conversations, trying to hear more than a grunt or a nod. all the other men had given up, but gojo persevered, needing to know who was lying underneath all that armor.

"do you enjoy the countryside?" he asked one day, following you around after everybody had hung up their bows, the two of you the only ones left in the courtyard.

you roll your eyes in annoyance, sighing deeply through your nose as you nod once.

"say, the way you hold your bow is reminiscent of some ocean tribes. have you lived there? near the ocean?" gojo crowds around you, watching intently as you put your bow on its hook, watching from the corner of your eyes, seeing the way his smile was eerily deceptive, something cold and hard beneath his cheerful demeanor.

you grunt, not giving a definitive answer.

gojo felt his lips twitching, fists balling at the fact that you had gone on for more than four months without uttering a single word, somehow holding conversations with just two movements.

"some of the men and i were talking earlier," he starts again, and you turn around, hoping he'd get the hint to leave once you start walking towards the corridors that lead to the private quarters, "and we think we'd like to see the town nearby one of these nights."

you still, your armor clanking as the prince halts by your side. he looks down to your helmet, trying to look between the metal slits that help with your breathing.

you don't say anything, sweating bullets as you wait for him to continue.

"we would be honored to have the best swordsmen join us," gojo tries to say, his voice dipping slightly on the word "men," as he tries to gauge any reaction from you.

you blink, wondering if his blue eyes were just a gimmick and they were truly the only interesting thing about him. it's not very often you can see him this close, and you find yourself thinking that the ladies that fawn over him have never seen him panting and groaning and sweating as you hold a knife to his leather-clad chest.

you grunt once again, shaking your head in disbelief that the other knights would risk breaking their code of honor and defacing themselves just so they could get closer to the prince. a prince who isn't even in line to get the throne.

you clank through the stone halls, trying to fend him off as he matches your pace, his face slightly flushed and his cheeks pink.

"is that a yes?" he asks, staring at you as you breathe heavily, the sound echoing around your mask.

you stop at your door, your head tilted down as you shake it.

hearing his muffled shouts of confusion, you almost barricade yourself inside your room, panting heavily as you shed off your armor. You wipe at your brow bone, drenched in sweat, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

you were right. he knows your secret. and it's only a matter of time before others follow suit.

[scarlethexelove]

𝓜𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼!𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝔁𝓲��𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔁 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓿𝔂!𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪, 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴!𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪, 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮!𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪, 𝓝𝓪𝓲𝓿𝓮!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓥𝓸𝔂𝓮𝓾𝓻!𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪, 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮.

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Wanda overlooks the knights training ground, her eyes trained on you. The tattered shirt that you wear cut at the shoulders leaves no room for imagination with the slight bulge of your muscles as you block an attack. From the moment she laid eyes on you she knew that she had to have you no matter what. 

Wanda has become obsessed with the thought of having you all to herself. A pure knight corrupted just for her pleasure. The thought alone has her wet. As she watches she lets her hand slip up under her dress. Her fingers tracing her slick cunt before plunging her fingers into her tight hole. She slowly moves her fingers in and out. Her eyes never leave you as a soft moan falls from her lips. 

It doesn’t take long before she falls over the edge, your name falling from her lips as she does so. Wanda slows her fingers to a stop before pulling them out. She pops her fingers into her mouth and groans at the taste as she imagines that it’s you that she is tasting instead. The thought of you being none the wiser to her plans. 

Wanda makes sure that you become her personal guard, telling her father that her guard had touched her inappropriately. Not caring that the man was put to death for a crime that he didn’t commit. All of this to get to you. 

As time passes Wanda drops subtle hints to you but you are none the wiser to her advances. She seems a lot nicer than what had circulated around the castle. You grew to like the woman but knew that it could never be. You had taken an oath of purity. All knights are required to take this oath and all you had wanted to do since a child was to become a knight for the royal family.

It was well known to the royal family the oath that the knights had to take. This didn’t deter Wanda from vowing to make you break the oath and be hers. She started with a plan to get you alone in her chambers. There she will take what she wants. 

The urgent call for your assistance came late in the evening. The only light was that of the stars and torches scattered around the castle. “Knight Y/l/n the princess requires you in her chambers. The matter is urgent.” A maid informs you. 

You quickly jump out of bed. The only clothes you wear is a nightgown. One oddly enough that Wanda had gifted you, she had told you that your old ones were not fit for the knight of a princess. You grab a torch off the wall and your sword, making your way down the hall and into the princesses chamber. The door shutting behind you, you don’t even hear the door being barricaded on the other side when your eyes meet Wanda. 

The sound of your sword hitting the ground echoes through the room as your eyes lay upon Wanda’s naked body. She lay on a silk covered bed. She lay on her side with her hand holding her head up, one of her legs slightly draped over the other leaving little to the imagination. You stammer as you back up. You stammer as you back up, your back colliding with the door. She is so stunning that your mind can’t seem to form words. But this is wrong, you took an oath. One that is becoming harder and harder to keep. 

“I, I, I, um. I shouldn’t be-” You stumble over your words, before turning around and trying to open the door that now seems to be sealed. 

What you don’t realize is that Wanda has moved from the bed until you feel her hand on your shoulder causing you to jump. “Relax detka. No need to be so tense.” She purrs. She turns you around and presses you against the door.

“Th-This isn’t right.” You look up towards the ceiling trying to erase the vision of Wanda naked in front of you. 

Wanda grips your chin and forces your gaze back down. She really is stunning, the embodiment of beauty. “I want you to look at me.” Her voice was more harsh than you had ever heard before. “I am your princess and you will do as you are told. Do you understand me pet?” You know the question is rhetorical but you nod your head anyways. You have no choice in this matter, you are but a servant to the royal family. 

“Good girl.” Wanda purs, the once harsh tone being replaced by her usual soft voice. She leads you to the bed, and pushes you down, climbing on top of you. Her legs frame your hips as she sits back slightly on your thighs. Her gaze is intense as she stares down at you. “You look so good under me detka.” 

You’re frozen on what to do. Your mind seemingly frozen in fear as your heart races in your chest. The thought of just giving in crosses your mind before you shake it away. “I can’t.” You mumble. 

“Oh yes you can.” Wanda’s hands move down to the hem of your nightgown slowly raising it desperate to see your body. “I’ve always wanted a virgin.” She muses. 

Your shaky hands grab hers. “Princess I, I can’t. I have an oath to uphold.” 

Wanda clicks her tongue, her frustration growing. “I am your princess, your future queen, you will obey me.” Her grip returns on your chin making sure you maintain eye contact. “You are mine. You belong to me. My pet, my toy. Do I make myself clear?” You nod curtly. “That’s a good pet.” 

Soon enough Wanda is pushing your nightgown over your head and throwing it on the ground. You can see the hungry look in her eyes as they rake over your body. “So strong yet so weak. You try so hard to suppress who you truly are but I can see it. Just a submissive little pet waiting to be used.” 

You want to argue but you’re experiencing a feeling you’ve never felt before. Your mind seems hazy and words are becoming harder to form. You know what she said is true. The only reaction that you can muster is a whine as you slightly squirm underneath her. 

“Shh detka, I’m gonna take good care of you.” Wanda’s hands start to roam your body. Her hands cupping your boobs. “You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” She squeezes lightly which causes you to gasp. 

A heat forms in your lower belly, something you’ve never felt before. A slickness between your legs and you can feel the same coming from Wanda. “Please.” Your voice is small and comes out as a whimper. You don’t know what you are asking for but you want more. To hell with your oath. 

“Patience pet, you’ll be begging me to stop soon enough.” Wanda shifts herself to where she is straddling one of your thighs. Giving herself access to your glistening pussy. “So wet for me already and I’ve barely even touched you.” Her words have you squirming. 

Wanda’s hand moves down to your pussy. Her fingers smears your wetness around without giving you any real pleasure. Your hips twitch under her touch as you want something more. Your body craves more. 

One of her fingers lightly brushes against your clit. “Mmm.” You press your head back into the pillow. Wanda smirks at how your body reacts to her touch. She moves her fingers down to your tight hole, slowly pushing one finger in. “Ah-ah.” There is a little bit of a burn and fullness as she pushes her finger all the way in. 

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to stretch you out to take my strap.” She starts to move her finger in and out. The pace is slow at first but she gradually speeds up. “This pussy was made for me.” Wanda lets out a low growl. 

Soon enough Wanda is adding another finger, the burning stretch becoming more. You squirm as it becomes slightly uncomfortable. But Wanda doesn’t seem to care as she picks up more speed curling her fingers perfectly. You can feel a knot growing in your lower belly as small moans slip from your lips. 

Wanda adds a third finger which intensifies the burning. “Mmm, fuck, it burns.” You try to squirm away but Wanda pins your hips down. 

“Stop moving. Don’t worry pet it’ll go away.” It’s hard for you to follow her words and all you want to do is squirm but you obey. “Fuck so good for me.” 

She’s right as her fingers curl and the knot in your stomach grows, the burn turns into pleasure. Your mouth is open as moans spill from your lips. Wanda can’t help but admit how her fingers disappear into your tight wet hole. Her mouth watering knowing that she will finally get the chance to taste you. 

Your walls squeeze her fingers sucking them in deeper the closer you get to the edge. You start to feel as though you’re going to pee. “St-Stop, I, I need to pee.” You plead and desperately try to hold back. 

“No detka, let that feeling go, let it wash over you.” You listen to her words. Once you do you feel a euphoric feeling wash over you. Your cum coats Wanda’s fingers as your orgasm rocks through you. Wanda lets out a groan feeling your release on her fingers. 

Wanda helps you ride out your high before slowing to a stop. She wants to make you cum again but her desperation to taste you is too strong. She pulls out her fingers which causes you to whine. She shushes you before bringing her fingers up to her mouth. She pops them in and moans at your taste. She can’t help but suck her fingers clean as you watch her with wide eyes. “Fuck even better than I imagined.” She says as she pulls them out. 

You’re lightly panting as you watch the goddess above you. Wanda smirks at you as she guides her hand back down to your leaking hole. Her fingers swirling around your entrance before plunging back in. “Prin-Princess.” You whine.

“Shh, I told you pet you’re going to be begging me to stop.” Wanda’s tone means her words are final and there is no room for argument. Not that you could argue with the princess anyways. 

Wanda starts to drag her hips on your thigh, spreading her wetness around. Her clit brushes perfectly against the toned muscles. As her hips move her breasts bounce. A sight so beautiful that turns you on even more. She can feel as a gush of wetness coats her fingers. A moan slipping through her lips. 

As her fingers continuously plunge into you and her hips move you both grow closer to the edge. Your hands gripping the silk sheets with your head pressed back. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, your second is approaching quickly. 

Wanda can tell that you’re already so close and she isn’t far behind you. She picks up the speed of her hips so that she can cum at the same time as you. “Want you to cum with me, pet. Make another mess on my fingers.”  Wanda's voice is commanding. 

You’re on the edge ready to fall over, your body trembling in anticipation. Wanda is right there with you. “Cum pet.” She commands and your body reacts to her words. You cum again even harder than the last time that your vision blurs and you see stars. A silent scream as your mouth hangs open wide. Wanda’s orgasm washes over her as her hips drag forward. Her cum coating your thigh as she does so. 

Both of your highs are dragged out until Wanda collapses on top of you. Without thinking your arms instinctively wrap around her. You ground yourself as you hold onto her. A feeling of comfort you’ve never known. Both of you panting. 

But it isn’t long before Wanda is sitting up again. Your arms falling off of her. “So-Sorry.” 

Wanda’s free hand cups your cheek and you instinctively nuzzle into it. “It’s okay detka.” She has a soft smile that doesn’t last long. Her fingers that she hadn’t removed from your now stretched hole moves again. You whimper from how sensitive you are. Pain mixing with pleasure. “Once again pet I told you that you will be begging me to stop but I’m not stopping until the sun comes up.”

[ghostsforghosts]

Imagine being King!Gaz's knight.... Seeing how benevolent and pretty he is in person... Being able to touch him, but only in the appropriate places at the appropriate times...

You stand behind his throne while he deals with conflicts his subjects are having, hearing his smooth voice never waver but always having a tone of authority. His crown his heavy on his head but he seems to wear it with ease, solidifying your faith in him. With each subject he soothes and compromises with, your loyalty to him grows and grows.

You walk behind in as he takes a trip around the palace gardens, the sun shining down on him and illuminating his heavenly presence. Your eyes catch the way the sun twinkles in his brown eyes and the way the shadow dance across his face every time he turns away from the sun to smell a flower. His smooth fingers reach out to stroke a flower's petals and you wish he was stroking your cheek instead.

And oh how torturous it seems to stand beside the bathtub as servants wash him, knowing that your presence here is solely to protect him in his vulnerable state. The way you have to fight the urge to take a longer look at his body than the glimpses you accidentally see due to the natural way your eyes draw towards him whenever he moves in the bath. You long to set your hands upon him and take over the servants' jobs, yearning to pick up the wash cloth and wash him gently.

Being King!Gaz's knight, while the highest honor you could ever have, is a curse in and of itself. You have so much love and yearning for him, but decorum dictates he is never yours.

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[feitanii-ll]

巛—𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞—⫸

[[ knight !reader x royal !link scenarios ]]

you've been assigned to him for as long as you could remember. people have observed your bond, and it's quite obvious that you're the only reasonable match— the only one he's willing to let take care of him. you wouldn't want to change that fact either, but taking care of link comes with an unfathomable amount of responsibility. such as...

★ "put down that damn frog!"

you're the closest you've ever been to a heart attack at this point. taking the prince out on a voyage where there were monsters lurking about was the last thing you had wanted to do, but unable to resist his insistent, silent pouting, you couldn't exactly denyhim what he wanted.

he's cute when he's curious, which is everyday. you let him roam around with his large observational book, studying and taking notice of whatever shroom or flower was blooming by whatever random tree.

speaking of a tree, you figured to set up a small campsite under a large tree not too far away from the castle. there was a fire going in a pot, and the boy had been throwing random food stuff inside and hoping for the best dish to come from it. you watch with a soft smile— that is, until it deflates as you spot a few bokoblins a little too close and sigh, standing up.

"Stay here." you mumble softly, to which the boy smiles and nods, eyes glued to the way you reach up to grip the handle of your sword, pulling it up and out of its sheathe.

yoi don't take long— really you don't. the bokoblin type was blue, more than easy to take down. you don't even break a sweat until you begin walking back to the tree, only to feel your breath hitch and your heart stop. that damn monster of curiosity (or, link) was holding a poor frog over the pot, probably more than ready to drop it in for Hylia knows what.

your shouting startles the boy, making him go wide-eyed and sheepish as you storm up to him. you take a second to glare before snatching the creature from his hands and setting it back into the small body of water that he was most likely snatched from.

"seriously? I was gone for five minutes." you protest.

his face goes expressive,

'it's for science!' he signs

"I know, link... you always say that." you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, opening your eyes to see him flipping frantically through his research book before holding it open, shoving the open page in your face.

a silly healing elixir that he had been mentioning non-stop. it was probably the reason he was so adamant about tagging along.

"yes, my liege, I know about the elixir. but if you want it so bad, why don't you just simply buy one?" you suggest, exhaustion in your voice.

his face scrunches in disgust at the idea, throwing the book down before signing again,

'too far. want to experience creating it on my own'

you look from his hands to his face, being met with his saddened eyes. if he were anyone else...

"fine..." you mumble, to which he silently celebrates, "just, not in front of me, please?"

'thank you.' he steps closer, and you smile.

'no problem'. you sign back.

* * *

★ "please be careful, my liege." you voice to the blonde prince.

he'd gladly tell you that he was fine if his hands weren't currently full. if anyone else saw how you and link interacted outside of the castle, you're sure you'd be killed for your crimes.

maybe it wasn't a good idea to let the prince of hyrule use your sword and swing it around however he pleased, but in your professional opinion— he's a natural.

"you're doing great!" you smile, shaking your head as he was caught up in his own little world. and he really was. so great that he couldn't heat a word you said. holding a weapon just felt so natural to him, and he absolutely loved it when you offered it up for him to use during leisure time.

his swings are heavy and lethal, but it's obvious to you that he isn't pacing himself. the movements are so natural that he doesn't even comprehend the strain it's putting on his body— not until his swing is stopped.

link looks down at his tightened grasp on the handle, but looseness it as he realizes that you had caught his wrist. his disgruntled expression softens significantly as he looks up at you in awe and embarrassment as you hold his wrists with one hand, and remove the handle the handle from his grip with the other.

"that's enough," tour voice rings through his head as you chuck the sword to the side, face growing serious as you keep holding his wrists, "you alright?"

he can't respond with occupied hands, and so he nods, heart pounding at your serious expression. he wonders what he's done wrong, or what should be wrong, until he begins to feel an ache in his back and shoulders, making him wince. you notice.

"I know that feeling... it's why I stopped you." you explain whilst removing your hands from him. "you're good, but you're straining yourself. you're not fit for that type of intensity."

he mouths a small 'oh', and you sigh, frowning as he rubs his aching shoulder.

"it's alright... I've got something to heal you right up."

the male smiles softly, nodding in appreciation. you were always taking care of him like this. but your encouragement for him to get a little rough and rowdy is why he liked you so much. though you wanted him safe, you weren't constantly sheltering him. he hated that.

he taps your shoulder, to which you turn to him,

'sorry.'

you smile and shake your head, "don't apologize. you did really good my liege. wonder what you'd be like as a knight, actually." you chuckle.

he smiles back, letting the butterflies float around in his tummy.

* * *

★ "what do you think you're doing?"

you felt like you've done this... a lot. for the umpteenth time, you've caught the prince walking around the castle grounds, barefoot, and draped in a softened blanket as he attempts to protect himself from the nighttime breeze.

the look he gives you is one of disappointment as he thinks you're going to take him back inside, but he's pleasantly surprised when you shake your head and simply rest a hand on his shoulder, guiding him forward.

"Don't worry...I'll sit with you."

he smiles, clutching the blanket tighter. beyond the wall, he can spot the swaying of the grass, the wispyness of the clouds in the deep blue sky, and the stillness of the ancient guardians that settled into the ground. he truly loves his kingdom, and you can see it true. he walks until he reaches a spot that makes it easy to see the vast land and takes a seat on the edge of the castle walls.

"this is nice..." you sigh as you sit beside him

he nods, and your eyes glance over to him incase he's ready to talk back. and he does:

'I think I enjoy nighttime the best.' he signs, glancing between you and the beautiful view amongst him, 'sometimes, i think about running. I want to explore.'

you heart aches

"I know, my liege... I'm sorry you feel trapped." you whisper

to your surprise, he laughs softly, shaking his head, 'not trapped... just hidden potential'

you smile. such a purse and positive response. his head turns to face you, eyes so blue that you can't help but observe them thoroughly. he scoots closer beside you, careful, as to not fall, and rest his head on your shoulder.

"I think..." you wrap his blanket around him tighter, "I think we were definitely meant to be this way, my liege." you whisper, and watch as his eyes flutter shut

but not before he nods in agreement, and your heart tate spikes at what he says next.

his hands don't communicate, no. nit this time. instead, you're blessed with a sound ao angelic, so soft that you'd dread if you accidentally missed it.

"I think so too..." he whispers.

* * *

[saythatuwill]

okay no i NEED to ramble about this arcadia fic i'm cooking. chat. chat hear me out.

like i know there's a lot of fics where reader is usually the one In A Situation and needs help. but let's put that man in a situation. (putting vessel in a situation)

AND THEN WHAT IF HE NEEDS HELP, OKAY. AND THEN THE ONE WHO IS GONNA HELP HIM IS READER. WHO IS ONE OF THE. THE.

there's a bunch more context i'm not directly mentioning here to this idea but like. knight of arcadia reader who finds vessel not long after he washes up on shore in arcadia.

and then what if i did a bunch of random world building for arcadia that is probably not even close to what arcadia actually is? huh? what then?

is this thing on

[p0orbaby]

Laugh in the Face of Mercy

Summary - Smallfolk and lords alike fear the malice and wrath of their queen and her loyal knight. But little do they know that behind closed doors, the ruler of their kingdom is nothing more than a common whore

Warnings - smut 18+, fingering, orgasm denial, dom!reader, sub!wanda, language, mentions of violence and murder, jealousy, alcohol consumption

Authors note - I didn’t realise how much I missed writing royal au’s! Also I have no clue when I need to capitalise queen so don’t judge me

Word count - 2.9k

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No one knew whose blood last left its stain on your sword.

There was a theory, folklore, that the steel had seen the insides of almost all of the people the queen seemed to show distaste for.

The prisoners who were once held in the cells below the castle were the most tame of her choices for execution. It wasn’t part of your duties to end the lives of petty criminals before trial, but it also wasn’t your duty to deny the queen of her requests.

With each swing of your sword towards the neck of a lawbreaker, the hiss and moans of the crowd watching grew louder with vexation. But when steel inevitably meets skin, the only sound to be heard in the execution square is the dull thud of a loose head hitting the floor and the drip of blood off of the end of your blade.

You’d grown numb to the ridicule. The people of the city had coined you The Rogue Wielder. No one was ever sure as to when silver would become red. It wasn’t the myths of old that children's parents warned them about, it was the queen and her loyal servant with a brand strong enough to shatter bones.

Yet even being at the centre of the most repugnant legend in recent history, the intentions of your monarch was something that, on rare occasions, even had you disputing her intentions.

A tense council meeting had just been adjourned when the queen gave you an instruction that had her questioning your loyalty for the first time.

“I’m sorry Your Grace but I won’t do it” your stern voice echoed off of the stone walls of the now empty council chamber.

“My apologies, but maybe you have gotten your position confused”. Even with her back to you you could imagine the look on her face. Eyebrows turned down to a scowl. Lips practically snarling at the prospect of being questioned.

“I’m very aware of my role at court, but my abilities do not extend to killing lords just to rid you of a headache, my queen”

“This is not a matter of asking you for your opinion. I’m giving you an order and I am expecting you to fulfill it”

“On what grounds would you have me murder Lord Stark? He looked at you the wrong way during a tourney? He drank too much of your wine at the banquet you hosted a moon ago?”

She finally turned around at your words. Green eyes met yours with an intensity you only saw when you looked into the flames of a hearth on cold nights. Yet even behind her angered gaze, you saw the vulnerability of a woman you only get to experience behind closed doors.

“He threatens my rule. He’s trying to worm his way to my side and take control of my kingdom”

“Stop being ridiculous, Wanda. A request to court you is no reason to chop off the man’s head! You bellow. “If he wanted to take the throne from underneath you he would have already marched on The Capital with his army. Which I will remind you is larger and better equipped than our own”

“I’m not scared of his wealth. Don’t treat me like a fool who doesn’t know the ins and outs of royal conflicts”

“There is no royal conflict as of present. But once Starks head is free from his body, his bannermen will descend upon the city like a forest fire in a drought”

“That is a risk that we will be more than willing to take”. Her comment was said with a confidence that sent shivers down your spine.

“We?”

“Me and you, my knight. You did pledge fealty to me did you not?”

-

In the following weeks a plan was devised. The alliance of the houses of Maximoff and Stark. It was nothing more than a financial bond, and perhaps down the line any heirs Wanda may produce would marry the heirs of Lord Antony. Well that’s what he and his house believed at least. Because how could a man without breath in his lungs produce heirs?

The dinner to celebrate was held in the Great Hall and it was grand to say the least. The heads of all the great houses had gathered for the festivities in droves, so much so that there was hardly any space to move let alone get a chance to get close to Stark.

But maybe the dense crowds could work to your advantage. The swing of a sword would not fare well in such intimate settings. Yet other means of executions could go unnoticed at times like this. Many called it the woman’s weapon. A cowardly way to kill someone. However, ending the life of someone without having laid a finger on

them didn’t seem cowardly at all.

“Frown a little harder Y/N, you’re not spoiling the mood enough” Wanda’s words were slightly slurred. She had had a fair few cups of wine thus far and there probably wasn’t any intention of her stopping.

“Forgive me my queen but I am in fact trying to conjure a plan to see your request through. Unless you’d want to do it yourself?”

“I would but you would become redundant then wouldn’t you? But I will say I’m a little confused as to why I can see Lord Stark standing. Dead men can’t stand now, can they? Or have the maesters made a breakthrough?”

“Not that I’m aware” you responded sarcastically. “But after tonight they can use his body for experiments perhaps. Look at his brain and conclude as to why he acts like a complete and utter twat”

Wanda snorts beside you. Laughing slightly despite her words. “Careful, you don’t want people to hear what you're saying. Yes, I am Queen, but if people find out I’m executing lords and ladies apropos of nothing, then the city may actually prepare an uprising. Petty criminals are fine, affluent individuals not so fine. Either way, you’ve had a change in tune”

“What do you mean?” You question. Head turning from where your eyes were carefully scanning the crowd.

“Before, when I asked you to do this, you were hesitant. Almost hostile. Yet now you are practically gagging to get your hands around his weasely little throat”

You hummed in agreement. “Perhaps I’m just as concerned about his intentions as you are. If he tries to take the throne, he also takes something from me too”

“And what would that be, brave knight?” She asks, her green eyes looking up at you innocently from where she sat. Cheeks pink for alcohol. Lips plump and ready to be kissed.

You leant down to reply this time. You would happily let the other members of court hear you rant about your disdain for Anthony. But you wanted to keep this particular topic between you and Wanda.

“Isn’t it obvious? You whisper. “It’s something small and pretty, has lovely auburn hair and gets wet everytime I get anywhere near it”

The smirk on your queen's face only grew wider as she brought another cup of sweet wine to her lips as you rose to your full height once more.

-

It was chaos.

Everyone was scarpering like ants near water. Congestion bottlenecking at the only exit to the door, a flurry of silk and screams bellowed through the hall.

Poison, said the Grand Maester. Frothing at the mouth, bloodshot eyes, burst veins leaking from the nose.

Poison. You could’ve told him that.

The queen did an apt job at being aghast. Her fingers trembling as you pulled her through the back entrance of the Throne Room. Leading her through corridors only used for the reigning monarch and small council members.

Only when you were safe in her quarters did she let up. Shoulders relaxing and back straightening. It was chilling to watch. How she could go from one extreme emotion to the next without even so much as a blink.

“You killed someone for your queen today” she stated like it wasn’t the most obvious thing. “I think that deserves a reward of some kind, don’t you?”

“Well that all depends on what you’ve got in mind for a reward. Like you said yourself, I’ve killed for you tonight. Perhaps you should let me choose?”

The flame from the mounted candles made Wanda’s eyes glitter. Like the sunset over a field of green. Light dancing and twirling in pools of vibrant colour.

She didn’t even speak. Your answer was given to you in way of action. She started to unfastened her dress with deft fingers. Slowly pulling loose the laces of her corset.

You’d fully intended to sit back and watch her unwrap herself for you. Relish in her removing layer after layer of expensive silk and linen, but when the last string was slack and the front of her bodice opened revealing soft, pale flesh, your mouth couldn’t help but water.

Your gloved hands flexed at your sides as you tried to stay calm. Itching to get your palms on her. Needing to feel her skin underneath your calloused fingers.

“Are you sure you still want to choose?” She teased, shrugging her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the ground in its entirety.

“You’ve been bare underneath the whole evening?”

She chuckled at your question. Of course she had. When would she have found the time to rid her undergarments? She didn’t want to miss the show. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Wanda moved slowly around the room. Displaying herself. Showing you want you’ll get if you keep up your good behaviour.

“I didn’t tell you because you get like this. Lust driven and manic. I needed you to complete a job first” she poured some wine out of the decanter, left for her on the solar table. “Your vision gets blurred at even the smallest notion of you being able to get your fingers wet”. She hid her smirk behind the lip of her cup.

If anyone else heard their queen talk in this manner it would come across as jarring. Impolite even. But it only made you love her more. That she was able to have a poisoned tongue around you and not be in fear of judgment.

“Is that my reward then? Being able to get my fingers wet?”

“Perhaps”

You were starting to lose your patience. She knew what she was doing. She’d rile you up, tease you enough so you’d break and have your way with her. Rough and animalistic. She was a queen to the realm, in her quarters she was nothing but a whore for you.

The soles of your boots clicked against the stone floor as you walked towards her, taking the cup of wine from her hand when you could. Draining its contents in one swig.

“Get on the bed,” you demanded. And when she didn’t move, “now. I won’t ask you again”

The flames in her eyes now swam in a sea of black. Green completely gone, other than a sliver around the edges. Defiance seemed to turn her on.

“Fine, have it your way”

In one swift movement your hand swept the tray holding the wine jug and extra cups off the table. Causing them to clatter and smash against the floor. Dark red liquid spreading over the stone like blood from a wound.

Then, with nary a gasp, Wanda’s body was forced to the table. Strong hands wrapping around the back of her neck and pressing into her lower back to ensure she didn’t run. She never would. But just to be certain.

You couldn’t see her face in this position, but you knew her cheek was flat against the table. Her muffled, incomplete words confirmed it.

“May I remind you that manhandling me is punishable by death”

There was no time for her to answer before you removed a hand from her waist to use it to stroke her behind. The walls doing a good job in having the sound echo around the room once your palm connected with her supple flesh.

“And what does spanking The Queen get me then, hm? You can’t kill me twice I’m afraid”. You gave her another smack as she tried to move out of your grip to turn and look at you. “Besides, it looks like I've made the decision for both of us. I’ve chosen to take you over the table. Then in the window so whoever happens to look up will get an unforgettable sight of their queen getting fucked. Then, if I haven’t had enough of you, I’ll take you on the bed. Fast or slow, that depends on if you do what I say. Understand?”

Finally she relents and nods. You release her, eyeing her closely for any indication she might move. There’s none, so you proceed.

You start by taking off your own clothes. Still in your armour, you unclip each piece from the next and place them gently on one of the sofas behind you. It was an item most precious to you, so as soon as they were placed upon your back you deemed they would not be scratched by anything other than a blade.

You looked over your shoulder cautiously, to make sure Wanda was still doing what she was told. The twitch of her fingers against the oak of the table fingers told you she was doing everything in her being not to look. Annoyed that she can’t watch you strip the way you did her.

Your linens were the last to come off. Tunic still slightly damp with sweat from the quick exit you made from the Great Hall. Breaches flooded with hot want caused by Wanda’s excessive teasing and disobedience. They were quickly ripped from your body and thrown in a heap on the floor, letting your tacky skin breathe.

“Look at you” you mocked. “Look at you being a good girl. Bending over all proper for me”

You pressed your body into hers. Your hips rocking against her behind slightly, praying to release some of the pressure building low in your belly.

“I don’t like waiting,” she gritted. Impatience getting the better of her.

“And I don’t like it when you talk to me like that”. Your hand reached down and wrapped her hair around your wrist and yanked. Her torso arching head pulled back, revealing the pale taught skin of her neck. Ready for I be vandalized with your teeth and tongue. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

You could see Wanda’s lips turn up into a smirk. She was enjoying this, you realised. Enjoying the torment, the tease, the handover of power. And you enjoyed it too. So much so you didn’t give her time to answer before you plunder your callused fingers into her.

“Gods,” she whimpered.

“The gods aren’t going to help you now. I gave you ample time to be polite about this. You ruined it. And now I’m going to ruin you”

You curled your fingers as you spoke. Hitting the spongy spot inside her that you knew made her vision blur at the edges. Her legs lifting so her calves were tight and her heels were off of the cold stone floor.

She was warm, and wet. Just as you had hoped. The perfect combination for you to thrust into her with pace. Fingers finding little resistance as they buried deep within her, making her moan.

“That's what you wanted, hm? To be fucked. Degraded. My little whore”

She nodded. Her hair becoming a mess over her face. You couldn't have that now, could you? Your left hand remedied that by wrapping her hair around your wrist and pulling. Her body bending backwards, curling off the table with the force of her taught hair pulling at her scalp.

“Fuck, Y/N” she breathed. Whimpered, almost.

“You're taking me so well” you praise. “Like your pussy was made to wrap around my fingers”

A cry spilled from her lips as you added a third finger. Stretching her out even more. Pushing her closer to the edge as each thrust of your hand had her hips knock against the hard surface beneath her.

“Please” she begged. The crack in her voice just as uncharacteristic as the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I'm so close, let me cum. Please”

“Please? You think that's all it's going to take for me to give you what you want?” You scoff. “One little word in exchange for your release?” In seconds you pulled your fingers from her. The change had the queen fall forwards and let out a frustrated sob. “You think you can tell me what to do? Not in here. Not with this”

It was cruel really. But you were enjoying teasing her. Loving the way she became weak in the knees for you. How it drastically compared to her public persona.

I pledged my fealty to you, that is true”, you continued, stalking around the room. Torturing her as your footsteps got closer then further away once more. “But I think you may have gotten your position confused”. The words that mirrored hers rolled off of your tongue, like oil in water. “Queen you may be, but I own you. My sword is yours, but your pussy is mine. Do you understand?

She nods, then says “I understand”.

“Good, now go and stand in the fucking window like a good girl”

Maybe it wasn't the stories about your bloodied sword the common people needed to worry about. But your ability to bring the realms deadliest monarch to her knees with just your fingers.

Though you doubt the bards will sing of the nights Queen Wanda moaned your name, but of the injustices you were willing to commit while you screamed hers.

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[sauce-salad-bowl]

new fic intro?

i’m not sure if anyone will be interested in this, but i’ve been playing around with this dragon!sans x reader oneshot for a bit, and i wanted to share the beginning of it with you guys!! i think it might be posted to ao3 in a week? we’ll see!! 🌚

basically reader is a knight, sent to slay sans, a terrifying skeleton-dragon who has been destroying neighboring villages. but of course, there’s something much deeper at play here…

it has MAJOR fantasy/d&d vibes, and honestly i could see it quickly going from a one shot to a bigger project lmao. if that sounds cool, you can find the intro under the cut!! :3

reader is gender neutral!!

There were legends about that mountain. 

Long-told fables passed between towns of the beasts that lurked in its caverns. Clans of trolls and cyclops, groups of harpies and wild boars— things most travelers would do well to steer clear from. But its newest resident, a Great Cold-Drake, so they say, has been wreaking particular havoc on the surrounding villages. 

Anyone going up that mountain was just looking for trouble. You should avoid it, at all costs. 

You can’t help but chuckle at the tavern keeper, which only makes him stiffen. “Uh, seriously? A dragon? I think you’ve been listening to too many stories.” You adjust the hilt of your sword, uncomfortable in the barstool you’re sitting at. “Now is it a safe way North or not?” 

“It’s no fable, traveler,” he continues, his face stony as he pours a drink for another patron. “The hellish beast came with the winter, decimating crops and stealing men from the night, without a trace or sound.” 

A soundless dragon? It seems unlikely. In fact, a dragon at all this far South was practically unheard of. They were largely Northern creatures, preferring the wintry mountains and seclusion they provided, although a few species were known to wander from their territory. 

The thought sends a shiver down your spine. If this really was a dragon, then maybe now was your chance. Slaying a dragon was the sort of thing that made someone legend, after all. 

“Is that so?” you ask, raising your voice a little. A few murmurs resound across the tavern, your conversation garnering attention. 

“I’m missing livestock,” a villager lamented, his voice frail. Others quickly joined in, many having been impacted by the creature: 

“My husband has been gone for days!” 

”The fear is controlling our lives!” 

You stood, your chest swelling. This is what you live for as a Knight — coming to the rescue when you were needed. You place a hand on your hilt, and put another one up to silence the suddenly roused villagers in the tavern. 

“Everyone, worry no longer!” you announce, hoping you seem confident. “I will slay the beast, and free this village from his reign, I swear it!”

Cheers broke out across the tavern, villagers relieved that their terror would finally be over. A couple offer to buy you a round of mead, and after their insistence, you accept. The liquid warms your throat, steeling your resolve towards your upcoming journey. You were going to slay a dragon. 

Suddenly curious, you ask the tavern keeper, “And what’s the name of this terrifying beast?”

His face falls, liquor spilling a bit as he pours it. “Legend says he has only one, a terrifying title that strikes fear in all.” 

Legends had a funny way of getting twisted, so you remind yourself to take this with a grain of salt. “Alright. What is it?” 

“Sans. Sans of Axor Ilcannar.” 

The keeper glares at you when you snort. Sans. What a silly name for a dragon. 

[deaf-solitude]

In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 1 (Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader)

Pairing: Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Tags: Future graphic violence, injury and blood, no use of Y/N, placeholder knight name for the reader, mostly gender-neutral but reader is called “sir” at some points, the reader is called “my lord” a lot too, reader is also a bit of an asshole but dw they soften up

Summary: You’re a knight sworn to the Brotherhood of Steel, and you’ve just lost your asshole squire to a yao guai. Maybe it’s for the better, as you prefer to work alone anyway. Unfortunately, the Brotherhood thinks otherwise and quickly sends you a replacement. Turns out that the replacement is someone you never wished to meet again, but thankfully, he didn’t know it was you! Not yet, at least.

TDLR; What if Thaddeus was assigned to be your squire instead of Maximus’?

((A/N)) I have no defence for this. I’m so weak for pathetic men it's not even funny 😔 I’m planning on making this a 3 or 4 parter, so this parts a little on the shirt side for simplicity’s sake. Also I swear I’ve been trying to work on some Umbrella Academy stuff, but I got major writer's block for one of my requests that I was super excited to write. I’m hoping this little fallout tangent will kickstart my motivation. Anyway, enjoy my brain rot-induced fanfic bc there’s not enough appreciation for my boy Thaddeus lmao

You really wished you didn’t have to have a squire tagging along with you constantly. Okay, sure, you didn’t want to be carrying that overly-massive bag of shit yourself, but all they ever did was get in the way and die.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position, gripping your radio tightly between your metal-clad hands.

”No, I do not need another squire! Do not send one-“

”A replacement squire is currently on its way to you. Hold position.”

You groaned loudly as you released the call button, feeling inclined to rip the radio out of your suit and be done with the person on the other side of the transmission. You could do this all by yourself. There was no reason to waste yet another squire on a mission that could easily be completed by you and you alone.

Your last squire already had you walking a fine line between focusing on the mission and focusing on not smashing his head into a wall, though the yao guai he pissed off had beaten you to it. You looked back at the cave behind you, where your squire’s mauled body currently resided, deciding to move away from it in favour of getting yourself back on your intended path.

You didn’t stray too far from the general area, however, begrudgingly waiting for the Brotherhood transport to deliver your new squire. You leaned against a tree in wait, sighing heavily as you tilted your head back.

You were starting to regret ever joining this odd faction, though you supposed you didn’t have many other places to turn to as an abandoned child. Some knights had picked you up off the side of the road one day, where you were protecting an injured dog from a small band of rad roaches. You’d been caring for it for days, bringing it any food and water you could scavenge, and you weren’t going to give up on it so easily.

The makeshift spear you made with your small pocket knife tied around the end of a stick made them laugh, and they quickly shot the roaches before offering to take you back to the Brotherhood. They told you that you could help people just like you helped the dog. You, with your big heart and even bigger ambitions, agreed to go with them.

From that foggy interaction, you specifically remembered the look of the squires’ faces when you so readily agreed to tag along. They almost looked remorseful. You understood why now: the Brotherhood was not a very welcoming place to wannabe heroes. You understood that quickly.

…You never did see that dog again.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, maybe a half hour or so, before you could hear the familiar sound of an approaching vertibird. You sighed, pushing off of the tree and straightening up your stance. Here we fucking go.

You hardly had it in you to look up as your new squire rappelled down, the oversized bag he was carrying falling to the ground with a loud thump while he clumsily unhooked his harness.

He had already started talking before he even turned around, sending the rappel lines back up to the vertibird. “Oh, Knight Mire!” You barely registered the familiar voice before you saw his face, and it took everything in you not to scream or curse him out.

It was fucking Thaddeus.

He kept talking even as you froze in place, getting down on one knee and going on some spiel about how he was honoured to be in your charge, but it was drowned out by the ringing in your ears. You were going to strangle this man.

You and Thaddeus didn’t have the… best history. Arriving at the Brotherhood airbase around the same time some other kid—Maximus—did, you were both subject to his horrible bullying for a while. You were able to stand up to him after a while, giving Thaddeus a thorough beating for shoving you past your breaking point in your first few weeks there. You were pulled off of him by some officers and thoroughly scolded by Elder Quintus but returned to normal duties soon enough.

Thaddeus had enough of you after that, avoiding you at all costs as long as you weren’t near Maximus, who was now his group’s primary target. As nice as the younger kid was, he never had it in him to fight back against them. You decided to keep away from him regardless, not wanting to get caught up with those assholes again. Another infraction could’ve meant a much more severe punishment for you, and that was not something you were interested in.

“Uh, Knight Mire?” You were snapped out of your thoughts and looked down at Thaddeus, who was still kneeling and looking up at you with some expression of concern or anxiety. Did he not… recognize you? No, of course, he didn’t: he didn’t know your last name, and as far as he was aware, you were dead as soon as Quintus sent you off base years ago. Being sent off base almost always resulted in death.

Good. That was good.

”Rise, squire,” you commanded, your voice garbled by the voice modifier in your helmet. Thaddeus scrambled to his feet, his posture tense and his arms held closely to his sides. You inspected him a little longer, taking note of his skittish demeanour before brushing past him to resume travelling to your original destination.

“You’ll do,” you commented briefly as you passed him, hardly giving him a second glance to see if he was following.

Thaddeus was a bit taken aback by your words, pausing for a moment to mumble to himself: ”I’ll do…? Do for what?” He blinked and shook his head, rushing to fall in line behind you. He struggled to carry the pack that was nearly as big as he was, stumbling every couple of steps as he tried to balance himself.

”What do we have to do?” He questioned quickly, trying to keep pace with you. Great, still as talkative as he used to be. You could never forget his stupid rants, though they used to be more ill-intended, when he would muster up every possible insult and demeaning phrase he could to try and get you all upset. It worked against him, in the end.

You were tempted to pick up your pace and leave the fucker behind—there was no way he’d be able to keep up with you with that thing on his back—but you decided against it, lest the Brotherhood send you another squire.

”You just have to lug my shit around and try not to die,” you answered begrudgingly, “I will do everything else. That’s all you need to know.” You didn’t need another brainless squire getting in the way of your missions, so you hoped he’d take the hint and shut his mouth. But when did he ever?

”B-but the officers said you’d fill me in-”

You stopped suddenly, causing Thaddeus to run into you. You turned to glare at him the best you could from behind your helmet, but all Thaddeus could see was the intimidating blank stare of your metal face covering as you looked down at him.

“You will follow my command while we’re out in the Wasteland, or you will die. Is that clear?” You growled, taking a step towards Thaddeus while he took two steps back.

“Y-yes, my lord! I-I would never doubt you, m-my lord!” He responded enthusiastically, albeit nervously, eager to stay on your good side. That was going to get old fast. You turned back around to continue walking, slightly picking up your pace as Thaddeus hesitantly began following again.

”M-may I ask you something, though?”

You were unable to stop the sigh that came out of your mouth, the sound garbled and distorted coming out of your voice modifier. That made Thaddeus visibly shrink back, his mouth snapping shut at your disdain.

”Right, no! N-no time for talking. We-we have a mission to complete!” He exclaimed with a finger pointed in the air, unable to expel the shake in his voice from your previous order. Silence fell over the two of you for all of one minute before it was broken: “Do you think we’ll get in any fights out here?”

You were going to kill him, you were sure of it.

[skullywullypully]

Imagine being Miguel's personal royal guard.

[nebbyy]

NOT A REQUEST BUT HEAR ME OUT, THIS IS PURE BRAINROT

Having Baldwin with someone who's a knight, his face is pretty much as bad or even worse condition compared to the king himself so he covers it with his helmet. Idk i just keep imagining my knight OC carrying Baldwin around when the leprosy is acting up

Ohhh that's a nice concept!!

I'd like to think that having to grow up with leprosy and coming to terms with the damage it had caused him, Baldwin would be used to looking at people beyond their physical appearance.

It would honestly be an amazing dynamic, or at least I think so since I'm honestly a sicker for that knight + noble romantic trope.

Feel free to text me about your scenarios and your OC in the future, I'd love to hear more of your ideas💗💗

[nezuscribe]

I’m crushing on knight reader 🧎‍♀️

shes so cunt how could you not

[feral-childs-word]

I really like your writing style, and could you do the second part of Yandere!totk x knight reader?

I wish you success!!!

A knight honor

Yan!totk x knight!reader

Description: As a knight it is your sworn duty to protect the royal family until your dying breath. As you protect your princess that both you and her fallen to the past but first you need to understand where you are and how you ended up here.

A/n: thank you you got me squealing and blushing like a school girl!

Warning: Cursing, blood, lots of drama, obsessed people, made by a minor and not proof read

Chapter 2- into the past

Previous

Word count?: I dunno man

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There was a soft glow before I bursted into a soft light making the two royal couple notice it. They immediately went to investigate and was shocked to find Zelda peacefully asleep with a secret stone on her opened balm.

The yelled hair women gasped softly and knelt down to Zeldas laying form. "Oh! Oh dear" She softly said. The voice made Zelda stir and slowly wake up from a slumber thinking it was a dream.

Zeldas eyes fluttered open and looked up only to see two unfamiliar faces. Her eyes snapped wide open as she sat up and scooted away quickly. "Where am I?" Zelda asked looking afraid. "We didn't mean to startle you" The soft blonde haired women said smiling.

"It's okay my name is Sonia" Sonia said smiling while placing her hand on her chest. "And could we ask what your name is?" The animal like man asked placing his furry hand on his chin.

"I- I am the daughter of king rhoam of hyrule. Zelda" Zelda said bit she sounded hesitant to answer. "What an unexpected answer. We are king and queen who founded hyrule, after all. Atleast the last time we checked." The furry animal said looking like he was amused by zeldas answer.

"You two founded hyrule? And you're the king?" Zelda asked, honestly shocked and amazed at the two. "Hm my name is rauru. King of hyrule." Rauru responded. "King rauru....queen Sonia" Zelda muttered placing her chin on her hand questioning and thinking if she heard of those names before widening her eyes and looking at them. "That must mean-" Before Zelda could respond there was a grunt and shuffling from the trees. Rauru looked alerted and Zelda yelped and moved back. After a couple seconds you suddenly came out of the bushes grunting in pain and clutching your eyelets eye.

"Y/n!?" Zelda gasped scrambling up and ran to the taller person who grunted in response now looking at the smaller female and the two couple. "Zelda?" You softly said your voice raspy like you screamed loudly and lost your voice. "Oh God y/n let me see" Zelda said gently taking your bloody dried up hand and removing it and gasping seeing what the red stuff had done to you. The red stuff had completely destroyed your eye ball only left was a hollow eyesocket. The familiar color of the red stuff was glowing and spreaded around your eye like it was veins or....part of you.

"Y/n?" Sonia muttered looking worried as seeing the tall female looking so injured and in pain. "Oh gods y/n" Zelda whimpered and you just smiled weakly. "It's find madam it isn't hurting as much" You said softly before standing up to your full height and looking around. "This place....it looks like where in hyrule." You muttered looking at Zelda and nodded as she carefully held your hand and dragged you to the edge and looked around as you did, trying to ignore the pulsing pain.

"As I thought..." Zelda muttered finally taking everything in that is around her including y/n after a while of processing this new world. "This is not the world we know y/n" Zelda said with a shaky breath. "A time so far back into the past, it had become a legend" You spoke softly looking at everything. Everything seemed so clean well taken care of and most importantly.....peaceful. Sonia and rauru looked at the two with worry mostly as the tall female who looked like she's been through it all.

"So it is true. This is really the Era of hyrules founding?" Zelda asked turning around and looking at Sonia and rauru with egarness and sparkling eyes. While you looked at them with caution. Your gut telling you that something bad is going to happens as Zelda and and you are going to this world.

"You and your friends presence is as strange to us, Zelda and y/n" rauru said looking at the two. "But if you, like Sonia have a secret stone you are able to manipulate time, then your story makes sense." Rauru said as Zeldas eyes looked down at the secret stone and you looked at zelda with worry even though it was a bit of her fault for going down that place that gives you goosebumps thinking of it and her picking up that stone you and zelda would've not make it.

Oh God now you think about it what's link doing right now? The last thing you remembered was link and his arm corrupted. You napped put of it once Sonia spoke once again.

"Oh? I believed her right away. You needed the secret stone as proof rauru?" Sonia asked looking up at rauru who looked down at her.

"I can feel your light power within her. As well as my time power" Sonia smiled as Zelda looked puzzled. Sonia then looked at y/n who looked back at her. "As for you I can feel a certain power yet I can't put a finger on what it is." Sonia hummed looking at y/n with amusement thinking how adorable y/n looked like a big dog looking all cute and sweet but hidden underneath lies a beast that is waiting until the right moment to come out and attack its prey.

"Addintional I sense we share a blood connection" Sonia said shifting her gaze away from ypu and to zelda smiling oh so softly making your heart skip a beat a little. Zelda gasped as her eyes widened yet you stood there awkwardly with Zelda clutching your bloody dried hand tightly.

"Ah, I see" rauru responded to the new information. "In any case Zelda and y/n, you said that you needed to go back to your Era as soon as you possibly could." Rauru said looking at Zelda suddenly glancing at y/n who nodded either raurus words.

"Yes." Zelda managed to utter out and looked down on the ground. "In our time something terrible has happened." You said calmly ignoring how your voice and your body hurts from moving and talking. "We need to get back there. Bit how do we do that?" Zelda asked softly as y/n rubbed zeldas soft and tiny hand in comfort. Zeldas heart skipped a beat as she looked at y/n with slightly teary eyes and you gave Zelda a comforting smile.

"We don't even know how we got here in the first place" Zelda spoke and y/n nodded in agreement trying to remember what had happened but everything was to fusy to remember. Zelda and y/ didn't notice but Sonia harshly nudged rauru who was thinking and flinched. Sonia smiled and moved where y/n and Zelda where as rauru watched and held his side in pain.

"Now zelda and y/n dears..." Sonia said her voice comforting to you and zelda. "You both don't need to solve all your problems all at once. How about you both come with us to the castle?" Sonia asked. "No.....i...." Zelda stuttered feeling a little embarrassed and letting go of y/s hand as Sonia held one of your hands and zeldas to. "Well tell everything your.....a distanct relative of hours and you..." Sonia said to Zelda chuckling "it is true after all." Sonia said and now looking at you. "And you..." Sonia hums softly. "A knight your majesty I'm one of zeldas apointing knights and general of hyrule castle sworn to protect the royal family until my dying breath." You said bowing to Sonia who looked amazed on how a tall female such as yourself could be a hylian. "Yes a royal knight of zeldas." Sonia smiled. "Well get both of you some fresh clothes to." Sonia smiled brightly making Zelda blush slightly and look down.

"Im sure your answer will take time. After all wisdom takes time." Sonia said easing both you and zeldas mind slightly. Zelda gasped and soon smiled "I don't know what to saw" Zelda says smiling even more as you were to deep in thought about how hungry and how you probably smell.

"Hm, I wonder" rauru hums finally snapping out of his daze and you did also and looked at him. "Mineru.....she may have some idea how to get back to your era." Rauru hums placing his hand on his chin. "Mineru you say?" Zelda asked looking confused and you also looked at rauru with wonder.

"Yes...she knows far more than anyone than our people" Rauru answered looking at Zelda. "Like us, my older sister has a secret stone as well. We'll call on her" rauru said smiling lightly.

Zelda nodded her hand all four of them started walking down the path to the castle. "Now that I think of if how did you end up in the bushes y/n?" Zelda asked looking up at y/n who barley spoke during the conversation. Y/n looked down as Zelda looking confused. "I wasn't in the bush I woke up on a tree and fell. I was stumbling around until I found your voice and two unfamiliar ones." Y/n spoke. "A tree!? Goodness y/n you always end up in the strangest places. Gosh do you have any bruises from falling!?" Zelda asked looking at y/n and trying to see if you were injured. "I'm find madam don't worry to much" You chuckles and continued venturing forward with Zelda not noticing two stares staring at her.

"They looks just like them" Sonia whispers and rauru agreed. "The one part missing is their stone" rauru hums looking at the tall female. "Should I pull those clothes for them?" Sonia asked and rauru nodded. "If they ask tell them it's one of the hyrule traditional clothes." Rauru said holding Sonia hand which Sonia smiled and walked behind the two bickering people.....well one of them was bickering.

Though for some reason you felt like this whole entire thing going in the past meeting the original rulers is going to end up bad. After all this was the era when calamity Ganon was originally born in.

[dipperscavern]

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Rip knight!reader - you would've loved taking Margaery to a Sabrina Carpenter concert 😔🙏

then they do the juno position later that night wait what

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@teddybeartoji

The opposite of a haunting is something very lonely, Katie Maria

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[omgitstatertot]

@bitterrfruit art gave me this idea

Simon Riley with a "Do Not Resuscitate" tattoo across his chest, big and in bold, who put it there in hopes that it would be followed, though the tattoo holds no legal binding and unless you have a written DNR your doctors are required to ignore it

Simon Riley, who spent those years with the tattoo, thinking that no one would truly miss him, were the occasion to arise

Simon Riley, who gets a partner, becomes quite comfortable and content with said partner, to the point he's taking off his clothes.

Simon Riley, who doesn't even get to reach for his belt to finish changing when his partner gasps, and begins anxiously fretting over the tattoo, fingers tracing the bold letters, doe-like eyes staring into his damn soul and a lip worried between their teeth.

Simon Riley, who can't seem to close his eyes as his partner insists on clinging to him that night, their hand resting over his heart as it finally sinks in that he would be, in fact, missed were the occasion to arise.

Simon Riley anxiously googling how expensive and how much time a tattoo removal takes.

[vinamari]

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst