#knight reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Damsel Yan: My hero! You saved me! How may I reward for your bravery?

Knight Reader: I desire what anyone else in my position would long for - your safe return back to the kingdom, my lady-

Damsel Yan: Is that all? I am willing to repay your deeds in whatever way you see fit. Perhaps...a night of passion with your princess? It is a luxury few experience in their lifetime.

Knight Reader: Well... there is one thing I'd like from you

Damsel Yan: Yes?

Knight Reader, removing their helmet: If it wouldn't offend you, may I.... rest my head on your lap? You see, the journey from the kingdom was quite taxing on my body and the fabric of your dress reminds me of a blanket I had when I was small. I understand if it is too much trouble.

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Damsel Yan, cradling a sleeping Knight Reader in their arms - gazing at the bloodstains on the wall hidden by the shadows of their room: Of all the knights who've came to me.... You win this round, little hero- But someday you will be mine.

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere dragon x knight reader

Warning!!!: mild smut capturing

Just a twist on the yandere knight x dragon reader my single pringles~💜

Yandere dragon~ Who's the most feared dragon in all the land and has destroyed many Kingdoms with his wrath.

Yandere dragon~ Who, like any other dragon, collected precious and beautiful things and kingdoms would normally offer treasures in return for mercy and that's exactly what your kingdom did.

Yandere dragon~ Who soon got bored and displeased with the treasures offered and decided to take the princess instead and you had to rescue her since you're the most honored knight in the kingdom.

Yandere dragon~ Who was amused to see you demanding he release the princess. It was cute to see a tiny little knight facing the most feared dragon and he decided to toy with you for a bit before devouring you.

Yandere dragon~ Who was quite impressed with your skills but easily wore you out and was about to burn you to a crisp when suddenly your helmet fell off.

Yandere dragon~ Who is temporarily stunned by you. You were astonishing the most beautiful treasure he's ever come across.

Yandere dragon~ Who watches you ride away on your stead while he's distracted to safety his deep amber eyes lingering on your form.

Yandere dragon~ Who flies to your kingdom and makes s deal with the king, the princess in return you.

Yandere dragon~ Who grins at how the king immediate agreed and the villagers quickly give you to him and have you tied up so pretty like a gift on Christmas morning.

Yandere dragon~ Who shows you his human form in order to scare you a little less and in hopes it'll be easier for you to take him as your mate since he knows how captivating he is in that form.

Yandere dragon~ Who treats you like glass humans do tend to be quite fragile after all and he could never harm his little treasure.

Yandere dragon~ Who breeds you as soon as you warm up to him and makes sure to be extra gentle with you if he's just a little too rough he'll be sure to break you.

Yandere dragon~ Who covers you in jewels and rubies as a way to show you're his you didn't seem to like the love bites, but he still gives you some on occasion.

No one will ever harm you or our family my treasure…I'll make sure of it~

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS Men React to Seeing You in Armor for the First Time

AN: Am I writing the same thing again and again? Yes. Does this please me? Very much.

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Ingredients: 75% drama, 25% fluff. 100% cannon divergence

My Fav: Xavier and Zayne's

Xavier:

In a tournament against the knight to whom he had given a favor, he saw you.

His knight in shining armor, from some backwater village.

You defeated his champion in two effortless moves. He watched in fascination as you dismounted your horse and retrieved the handkerchief he had given to Ser Vance of Gor.

Then, catching him in the act of staring, you turned toward him. Pressing a kiss to the handkerchief, you made his heart shudder.

"Favors are to be won, not trodden on," you reasoned with the guards as they dragged you from the arena for stealing the royal favor.

From winning the tournament, to spending a night in prison, to kneeling before him in an oath. Xavier did not know when you became his dark knight.

Not until he realized you had stolen more than just a favor.

Rafayel:

He heard you first, the clash of swords and daggers, the thud of bodies hitting cold, hard ground.

And then he was blinded. After days of darkness, light flooded in, making him recoil into himself.

It had been weeks since you left for the campaign. Weeks since he had been captured from the shallow shores and thrown into the unlit cells that stank of death and fear.

Fighting the stinging pain in his eyes, he looked up, and there you stood. In all your glory. In your kingdom's armor, holding your sword- eyes wide with battle's fury.

He reached for you, though his tail, torn and raw, stung against the floor. They had not allowed him to shift. Still, with a thousand grievances, he reached toward you.

"Rafayel," you whispered, kneeling beside him and pulling him into your arms. "I am here." You murmured as your sword shattered his chains.

Your words made the bond thrum with joy despite the pain in his body.

"I am sorry it took so long," you said, wiping the gash above his brow. "But I’m here."

And that was when he cried. Shedding pearls his captors would have killed to possess.

Never before had waiting been so painful. But in every lifetime, a union with you was worth the suffering.

Zayne:

He had been an apprentice in Astra's halls when he first saw you, the herald to the God of Time itself. You stood proud at your lord’s side.

How you shone brighter than Astra himself was beyond Zayne. How could a mere herald possess such light?

But you were beloved. Rescuing disciples from Astra's wrath, smoothing over mistakes, appeasing Astra's tantrums. You were the calm in his halls.

Yet, you were also his sword, leading sparring sessions with the students of fate.

Zayne learned the way of the bow from you. Steadying his hands, you taught him the exact points to strike while he spoke to you of anatomy and healing.

He had always been a thorn in Astra’s side, a healer who fought to give life where there was none. Perhaps that was why he had been barred from battle.

Forced to tend to the wounded, far from the battlefield, so that his kindness would not extend to the dying on the other side.

On the eve of battle, you handed him your bow. "This is for your defense, and for the people around you." You fixed the quiver around him, the head of the healing halls.

As the herald leading the assault, your presence was a surprise to many, especially next to Zayne, the one who had angered Astra.

"And this," you said, handing him a satchel, "is for anyone who needs help. Friend or foe. We deny no one aid." You smiled.

And then you walked into the battle of time. Your armor burning bright as any star even as you fell.

Sylus (Angel x Demon au):

You were chaos. The bloodthirsty bane of heaven. He found you in the battles of men, the brothels of night, the tears of mothers.

You prowled the fields with plague and ruin dripping from your fingertips. Your crimson eyes burned with madness as you swept through the carnage with a scimitar. Blood clung to you, from your hair to your eyes, flowing like a river.

A terrible sight to many. Damning to him.

He had been sent to capture you, to deliver justice for the humans who prayed for help. He who had once beheld your unmarred form.

And when he pressed his sword to your throat, you had only laughed. A low, broken sound.

"We meet again," you had grinned, guiding his sword to your chest. Wrapping your hand over his. "This time, I shall have you forever."

You steadied the sword and pulled it into your heart.

Your breath ghosted over his ear as you whispered the prophecy of your shared fate. "Let this be a debt we shall settle for eons."

Your curse settled upon him. Dragging him down. Twisting him into a reflection of you in his soul, in his crimson eyes, and last of all, in his heart.

Unleashing upon him the wrath of unending time. Truly making him yours forever. Stealing him from the heavens, you won.

Caleb:

He hadn't seen you in your gear until the end. Not until you stood before him, pointing your gun at his chest.

"Colonel Caleb, you are under arrest for working with EVER. You will be detained until the trial." Your voice was devoid of emotion.

"Drop your weapons and step back."

You turned him around, folding his hands behind his back. The handcuffs snapped shut with cold finality.

"You have the right to remain silent." Your touch did not linger.

Your uniform was not unlike his. But he had never known. Not until now. There, on your lapel, was the badge of intelligence.

All these years, you had both managed to keep the most dangerous of secrets.

Despite himself, he smiled.

It vanished when your knee struck the back of his legs, forcing him to kneel.

Leaning down, you yanked him back by his hair. "Expect no mercy," you snarled before leaving him kneeling on the cold floor, surrounded by your officers.

tags: @mentaltrouble2201

[jj-the-hobbit171]

Hey guys, I’ve been thinking about a medieval fantasy cod AU.

So, imagine that the task force were a group of knights that fought great battles and defeated monsters of greater size. They’ve rescued hundreds, and other achievements, and for their bravery, they’re crowned the new rulers of the land. And with that, comes a king’s guard. Reader.

Well, reader of their whole life has been trained to protect the next ruler of the kingdom, to lay down their life if the need be. They knew not mother, no father nor siblings, no love. All so they could be loyal to the throne and only that. That they be nothing more than the rulers hound… and they were ok with that. And when it was time for them to enter their post, they were content. They could live like this for the rest of their life, right?

Wrong. The kings never made it easy. Always sneaking out of the palace to go on some wild adventure, and leaving reader to rush to get them to protect them. By the first year, they had been

* burnt by 3 dragons using themselves as an emergency shield( why didn’t the king’s bring theirs?!)

* Thrown through 6 mountains. Courtesy of ghosts insisting that he could fight 20 foot monsters

* Made to initiate a fae wedding so gaz wouldn’t lose his soul.

My gods if I was to say they were exusted, and if that wasn’t the only things. They criticize you for everything. They way you ride a horse, they way you hold a sword, hell, they don’t like your hair!(there’s nothing you can do about it!)

But, one faithful day, you had enough. It was when you were commanded to follow king John to the archery ring. And he kept complaining about you.

“God, lad, can’t you walk faster? Are you daft? And didn’t we tell you to fix that hair? God, what could I do with you…”

You snapped, shoving him to the wall beside you, your body looming over him.

“Listen here, king,” you growled “ I didn’t waste my life training to be your fucking dog just to be insulted. Don’t play with my life, you, and your “boys”” you dropped him, Bowing in apology, before walking away. Price looks on at you, his mouth gapping….

Were you always this hot?

Hey guys! I know u haven’t been able to post in a while, I have been learning and furthering my education! But I do hope to post more. If you have any suggestions for knight reader, please don’t be afraid to knock!

From the hobbit hole,

J.J

[bloodykhaos]

Gifts and Fun Consequences

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN!Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: A little bit of violence.

Summary: Playing a traitor hunter is not something your Queen is happy about.

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The whole world around you was burning. Not literally. But, even in that aspect, it would not be long for it to happen as well. You had always liked to think you were a good person. Calm, kind, collected.

And you had been. For a while. Until Hightowers had decided to steal the throne. There was almost nothing from the old you in the new you. The betrayal had changed you. It was not even done to you, but it still felt like a knife had been buried in your back and twisted for good measure.

The feeling only had deepened when you had found out one of your closest friends had not shared the same views as you and his brother. Arryk's choice had cut you deep. As deep as your sword had cut him when he had tried to murder the Queen. And when he had not seen anything wrong with attacking Erryk in the process.

You'd found them battling in the Queen's sleeping chambers. It hadn't taken you long to put two and two together when you'd seen her terrified and curled up on the floor. Her features had been painted in colors you had never wanted to see.

Your sword out of its leather sheath had been the next thing you had known before you'd charged at Arryk when he'd knocked his brother down. You would never forget the look in his eyes.

The regret, the sorrow. But the readiness to end his brother's life had been there too. And it'd been the last thing to push you one step closer to dragging your sword through his stomach after he would not have listened to your pleas.

Nothing had been the same since that day. Since it had happened a week ago. Erryk had not been himself at all, but had never put the blame on you. And it was okay. You were blaming yourself for all three of you. There was enough guilt in you already.

That was why you did your best to mask the way emotions pulled at you. How they attempted to sneak their way into your head and lead to your demise.

Maybe that was why you had started making unwise decisions. Decisions that had seemed great and very well planned until you had taken action. It had not been the tactics of the war that had led you to those decisions.

It had been your anger at everyone and everything.

That was how you found yourself in this situation right now.

The clinking of the metal was bouncing off the stone walls as you walked with one hand over your sword and the other fisted in the hair of an unfortunate man. Unfortunate because he'd had the rare occasion of you making it your personal mission to find him.

He was not too smart, so it had not been a challenge at all. Taking candy out of a child's hand would be harder. You should have done this weeks ago when the Greens had decided to put their impostor on your Queen's throne.

A loud thud sounded throughout the big hall as you pushed the man to his knees. Your tight grip on the hair made him wince, his face scrunching up in pain before you let go of his head and stood a few steps in front of him.

Fixing your armor and making sure your sword was safely in its sheath, you cleared your throat while he stared up at you with a foolish smirk on his dirty face. "Is this what you truly fell into doing?" His head shook as it dropped loosely.

"Joining the unrightful, fake heir?" He spoke, seething out his words like a snake. "Betraying your King is disgusting to do even for you." He looked at you with displeasure written all over his face before he spat in front of your feet.

Taking a slow and deep breath, you looked up while pursing your lips. He really did not know when to stop. "Ah!" His head whipped as a strong punch was delivered to his face.

The air got knocked out of his lungs, causing his mouth to open as he blinked slowly. "I do not know what you are speaking of. I only know of the Queen Rhaenyra." Your stoic tone had nothing in common with the actions of your fist.

"I am not aware of what kind of people you acquaint yourself with, Cole—" Continuing, you raised one hand, clenching and unclenching it. "But I am not interested in joining."

Criston huffed. And huffed again. Before an airy chuckle turned into a laugh that you fought hard not to roll your eyes at. "You truly want to devote your life to serve that who-" The word could never be finished as your fist connected with his cheek once more.

"Oh, excuse me." Your face scrunched up in concern and confusion. Your upper body bent to get closer to his face. "Did you want to say something?" The question seemingly innocent held a huge warning behind itself.

If the way you said it was not enough, the look on your face should let him know you would not listen to insults thrown at the Queen.

His lips pursed as he looked at you with anger in his eyes. "You are pathetic." Almost spitting at you as he spoke, his nostrils flared. "You could have been a great knight, but instead, you are just her whore." His bitter tone made your lips pucker out for a second while you listened.

Your eyes went to the side and up while you slightly scrunched your eyebrows. But your gaze quickly found his again. Taking a step closer, you did not fear him doing anything. Even with his hands untied.

Lowering your upper body to the point your eye line was almost at the same level as his, you tilted your head. "I can be her whore." You said lowly. "I can be her slut." You added in a careless tone. "I can be whatever she wishes to call me."

The low volume of your voice only intensified the message you were giving. There were no threats, but he looked worried. "And I will still have more honor than you in your white cloak." You finished the sentence with a click of your tongue as you let out the last word.

Your burning gaze stayed on him as the silence embraced both of you. His eyes going between yours before his throat bopped.

"Ser Y/n!" You heard the only voice that could ever make you do whatever she wanted you to do. The only voice you followed the orders of. Sometimes not very well. Like this time.

You stood back to your full height while smiling at Criston. "What is the meaning of this?" You turned around just in time to see her confusion and irritation as she waved her hand.

"I have brought you a gift, Your Grace." Her head tilted at you as she squinted her eyes. You acted like nothing happened, back to your Queensguard-self. Back to behaving like a true knight on duty.

But she did not see you just as that anymore. She knew your true self. "A gift?" She repeated, unimpressed. "Is this the gift you are speaking of?" The annoyance in her tone was shining through as she gestured with her hand to Criston.

However, her eyes were glued to you. And they were not filled with happiness. "Yes, Your Grace." You stepped to the side, giving her a clear line of sight from the direction of where she was standing.

She glanced at the man before her eyes rolled as she sighed unhappily. Her hands holding onto her long dress. "And to what possible end would you bring him into the Dragonstone?" Her mouth was tense, the skin on her neck straining with each word she spoke.

"He had plenty of things to say, Your Grace." You informed her before moving your eyes to Criston. "Did you not?" The rhetorical question made the man look up at you as he avoided Rhaenyra's gaze.

He, however, stayed quiet. "Did you not?!"

"Yes!" You smiled to yourself satisfied when he finally responded after you had raised your voice.

His eyes dropping to the ground as he kept kneeling on the hard stone. Rhaenyra finally looked at him for longer than a second. Intrigue appeared on her features.

"What things?" Her words held some edge, opposite to the, now, calm demeanor. "Tell your Queen what things." You nodded at the man who would not raise his gaze above the floor.

You waited for him to speak as Rhaenyra looked at you with parted lips. Sucking in your bottom lip, you slightly shook your head before stretching your mouth into an unamused smile.

"Tell your Queen!" Your voice was so loud it bounced off the walls in the hall and caused the blonde woman to look at you with widened eyes.

"She's not my Queen!" He finally replied, trying to be loud but could barely be heard.

Your eyes found Rhaenyra, not believing in Criston's foolishness. "If she is not, then you are a traitor to the crown." You declared openly, your hands resting on the handle of your sword.

The Queen's gaze was roaming your face as you bit the corner of your lip from the inside. Standing on guard right next to the dark-haired man, your head was looking straight ahead at nothing in particular.

"It is not possible for me to be what you speak of when I believe in one, true King Aegon II." Your mouth ticked at his words. You had never liked him. Ever since he had joined the Kingsguards.

He represented nothing with himself. He was no real warrior. "What will you choose to do with me for speaking honestly, Ser Y/n?" Your eyes faltered at the mocking tone of your name as you could see from the corner how Rhaenyra's face changed into anger upon hearing it too.

Moving slowly and lowering your head to his, you watched as his ignorant grin widened. "The only person who can decide your fate is Queen Rhaenyra." The firmness of your words made the man blink.

"And you should be happy about it." Now, it was your turn to smirk at him. "Because I already have a lot of things planned for you in case she needs any help with deciding." Criston's face quickly dropped as he paled a little.

It made the corners of your mouth lift even higher as you stood straighter. At times, you could be perceived as insane. And it was perfect for torturing methods. Or situations like this where it did not hurt to scare and threaten unworthy people.

Criston knew what you were capable of. You were also sure he would not want to experience how far your cruelty could go.

"That is enough." The Queen's voice made you stand straighter again as you would not look away from Criston. You relished in the fear that was forming on his face. "Take him away to the dungeon."

Rhaenyra ordered two guards, gesturing with her head as her hands laid neatly at her front. "And you, Ser Y/n." Your posture formed to perfection as you stood with your chin up. "I will be waiting for the explanation in my chambers." Her words were sharp as you listened.

She would not look away from you for a longer while before shaking her head in irritation and walking away.

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"Are you mad?!" She almost yelled out as soon as the doors closed, leaving only the two of you to privacy. "Have you not listened to what I said before?!" It would have to be the angriest you had ever seen her.

"I have, my Queen." There was nothing you could say or do that would make it better right now. She was already mad at you. Mad for ignoring her orders.

"Chasing after Cole alone? Only Daemon could be accused of such foolishness!" Her feet were taking her back and forth as she was pacing around the chambers.

Her hand was on her forehead as she rubbed it. "Cole is nothing close to a warrior, he could not be a challenge even at his best-" Her angry eyes found you quickly as you started speaking.

"It is not Cole I am worried about!" She cut you off sharply, her gaze piercing through yours as you sighed. "It is everyone else that could have seen you, kidnapped you, even taken your life!" Her voice kept getting louder and louder.

But you did not even flinch, you listened to everything she had to say. You took a half-step forward, reaching for her with your hand. "Rhaen, nothing happen-"

"That is no way to speak to your Queen!" Her teeth were clenched as she looked at you with wide, full-of-rage eyes.

You immediately stepped back to your previous spot. Hands going to your sides as you stood to your full height. Your head was unmoving as you stared blankly ahead.

"You disregarded my orders, left the Dragonstone without my permission at a convenient time when I could not have noticed your absence until recently." She started ranting and listing every single thing you had done. Every rule you had broken. "And most importantly, you could have died!"

Her wild eyes were going from one thing to another and another, trying to find anything that would occupy her head. She was leaning on the table, her arms spread widely as she breathed deeply.

You stayed silent. Your stance did not falter even for a second as she was composing herself. Her hand rubbing at her eyebrows before she turned around to you.

"Will you not say anything?!" She asked loudly, raising her hands and making them drop to her sides.

She tensed her entire mouth as she waited for you. "I apologize for my actions, Your Majesty, it will not happen again." You spoke softly, not letting your eyes wander to her. Not letting them connect with hers.

She huffed in irritation, turning her body around and running a hand through her hair before moving back to you. "Is that all you have to say?" She pursed her lips, her hand gesturing to you as its palm was pointed up.

When you did not reply, she started walking and stood right in front of you. She stared right into your eyes, going between them, as you did your best to avoid her gaze.

"Are you not going to embrace me?" Her tone was still firm, but you could sense the falter in her words.

"I am not allowed to-"

"Oh, for Gods' sake, Y/n." Her eyes rolled in frustration as she grabbed both of your hands and wrapped your arms around herself.

Your mouth twitched as a small smile threatened to break out on your lips when she pushed herself closer to you. "Do not dare to do this ever again." She spoke in your neck and you finally let a grin spread on your face as you tightened your arms around her.

"I was losing my mind worrying about you." One of your hands went up to her hair and softly caressed it as the metal of your armor clinked.

She huffed in annoyance at how stiff your movements were and pulled away while looking at your chest. "Take this off. I hate it when it gets in my way." You could not help the chuckle that passed your lips as you started getting rid of the armor.

"I do not think you like anything or anyone getting in your way, my dear." Her head tilted at your words, but you saw the hint of a smile that formed on her lips.

"I do not mind someone getting in my way." The chuckle only intensified as your head shook while she quickly raised her eyebrows at you. A playful smirk playing on her lips.

When you managed to put away all of the parts, she quickly stepped back into your personal space and sneaked her arms around your torso. "If you ever do that again, there will be serious consequences." Her breath was hitting your lips as she kept her head up to look at you.

Smirking at her, you embraced her with your strong arms before pulling her closer and ghosting your lips over hers. "It depends on what type of consequences we are speaking of." Your low voice had the woman glancing down at your lips as she dug her short nails into your back.

"Some of them proved to be quite tempting." You added, brushing her lips with yours. And it was all it took for her to connect them, fisting your shirt and pulling at it.

You did not waste any second and kissed her back instantly, hands lying flat on her back before one of them wandered lower. Her mouth opened when you squeezed her backside and you swiftly pushed your tongue inside.

Moans sounded through both of your throats before she pulled away to get some air. Your mouth did not wait for hers to come back as you attached it to her soft skin. Sucking and nibbling on her neck, you heard her sighs getting louder.

"To the bed." Her words were quiet, but you were used to that in this kind of situation as she was losing herself.

"I thought you wanted to speak." Teasing her with a smirk on your face, you earned yourself a hard glare when she grabbed your hair and pulled you away from her neck.

"Do not test my patience any longer today." Your smirk widened so much it could break your face as you smashed your lips against hers and started walking her back to the bed.

The anticipation was rising for both of you as you were getting drunk on how eager she was.

"As you wish, my Queen."

After all, there was something you could do to make it better.

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[threepandas]

After The War: Foxx Hunting (Prev <-)

"Commander."

On anyone else, the tone would suggest simple statement. But there was a lilt. A slight inflection, I had long learned to spot, at the end of the word. That made it a greeting. A call. Monotone filled with subtle, near untraceable mocking.

"Tired of running yet, Commander? Or do you want to struggle more? You can, if you want. I can let you. We have time. After all, it really won't change much. There's no where you can go."

Head tilted ever so slightly, at an almost an invisible angle. Posture, military perfect, impossibly so. That perfection bought with pain, torture, born out of brutal necessity. His lips quirked, in an amused curl. At just that same, impossibly slight amount. Too small and indistinct for his tormentors to notice. To take from him.

Just enough to stay human, I had thought. Too stay sane, I had hoped.

I was wrong.

My biggest mistake hunted me. Had all the power in the GALAXY now, to hunt me. All the time he could ever dream, in which to do so. And it was all my fault. Me. It had to be. I... I was the only thing that changed. Tried to make things... things BETTER!

How arrogant. Hubristic. Who the fuck was I? To think I had the RIGHT, to shape and change the fate of an entire GALAXY to my whims? I didn't even know the story. Had been GUESSING, based off STAR WARS. So... so fucking confident. A-and what did that get me? Oh god. O-Oh god!

The blaster burns on my arms and legs screamed, as I forced myself up, one more time. Always, please god, always! J-just one more time! Don't give out on me yet. Not.. not until we are safe. Then. Then! We can cry. Howl and weep, break down and scream.

(My fault. My Fault. MY FAUL-)

None of the characters were an exact match. People were and weren't where they should be. Plots happened out of sequence or not at all. So why? WHY? Did I believe so hard in the Clones? IS it because I loved, still LOVE, the Vode? Did that trust transfer? That emotional connection? Was I tricked? Or was I just a fool? Does it MATTER in the end? If the result is the same?

I brought a monster, straight to Power.

Now they're dead. All my brothers, my sisters, my mentors and friends. Dead, dead, DEAD! Glowing weapons on the ground and a temple filled with DEATH. D-Did the nurseries get out? Please, oh god, let the children have survived my mistake.

Blood stains my robes. Only a tiny fraction of it, is mine.

Sticky and slick, oily and so many colors. The blood does not mix. Too many species, too much ash from the air. If I do not clean or remove it soon? I am likely to get chemical burns, from the reactions developing on the cloth. But again and again. My mistake finds me. A pursuit predator. Intent on wearing me down.

"How long will you try, Commander? You know just as well as I do, that I can afford to wait you out. You'll drop eventually." His tone was so mild, even as his words were horrifying. Overhead, a transport kept steady pace, as I desperately ran from commandos on the streets. "How many days has it been without proper rest? Rations? To stop and think? We've survived far worse then this, Commander. For far longer. We can endure, can you?"

I pull my magic around me, through my screaming legs, to fling myself across a jump they shouldn't be able to make.

Despair surges, as behind me... I hear jetpacks. Ah. They've gotten better gear, at long last. E-Everything I've ever wished for them. Gear and food and safety, at long last! A-At long last. I have to laugh, hysterical and afraid. I just... I just never thought my wish? Would be fulfilled for the purpose of hunting me down.

(I'm so tired. Please, god. No more. Let it stop. Let this nightmare END!)

Jumping, I land in a roll on a level several floors down. The impact is ugly. Agony on my burns and bruises. I may have not taken any direct hits? But those glancing strikes? Still leave marks. Trails of seared, blistering, blaster burns. Like tiger strips. As though you hade been struck, by whip made of fire. Not to mention the concussion grenades.

Yeah, half way through the attack, the Clones had stumbled. Either broken free of the Not Sith's control or come to their senses, deciding to switch to non-lethal weapons. Probably trying to go for the capture instead of the kill. But given the sheer variety of the Knights? One Being's sedative was another's lethal toxin. And the gas attacks...

I... I'm still not even sure if... if Master Rim'Llahiy survived long enough, to get to the healers. The seizures were BAD. He... he didn't deserve that. All he'd ever done, was keep the gardens. Live a quite life. T...Try to defend his home.

Around me, as I run, screens light up. Somehow, I'm the focal point. I... I don't know how he's doing this. It has to be Sketch or Gear, one of the Slicers. Who else could hack into so many systems so easily? The... the knowledge that they're helping him? That everyone of the Guard is HELPING him hunt me? I feel sick.

Was any of it real? Was I friends with ANY of them? Or... Or was I just them happy little slave master, patting myself on the back, because I didn't beat them, unlike the others? Aren't I gracious. Don't you just love me? Say thank you for my grace. Let me feel good about my self! My pretty little charity of the day! Before I skip back off to fairy land! Leaving you all in hell.

Do I deserve this? I... I have to deserve this... right?

Even though I tried. Even though I fought and fought and FOUGHT. Even when that Not A Sith BASTARD tried to kill me at every turn, just to shut me the fuck up, and I WOULDN'T. Because they deserved to be free. Because it was WRONG. Because we took VOWS, remember? Days and days, convincing and campaigning.

I have to... to somehow, deserve this. Because? B-because if I DON'T?

Then What Have I DONE?

City levels and blocks blur together. I couldn't tell you where on this god forsaken ecumenopolis I am anymore. But the others! The others have gotten off planet by now. Surely... surely! They have escaped! Right? They HAVE too. I-It HAS to have been worth it. Becoming bait. M-making myself a target. This... this one last time?

It.. it was WORTH it. Right? Right?!

Please! Please god! Let it have been WORTH IT!!

I skid around a corner. Too tight, not judging it right in my panic, my shoulder clipping the wall hard. Scraping flesh through my robes. Just more bruises and hurt to add to the pile. I don't slow. Can't slow. Feel it but push the pain away. The crash later will be ugly, when I release the magics flowing through me. When the adrenaline fades. But... but either I will live to endure it? Or it will not matter at all.

Too late, though, I see the trap.

I have been corralled. Like a a sheep from my first life, harried by dogs into a pen. Tricked into a corner. No where left to go. The platform I thought was a street? Was an alley between two buildings, leading to a third. A perfect little killbox with only one way out. I stumble, horrified, as I register the truth too late. Spin, already knowing it's too late to double back. But hoping... HOPING....!

Jetpacks. The commando squadron of the guards, touching down at the entrance, a solid line of armor and skill. Better weapons, jet packs, upgraded armor. They... they even seem rested. For the first time in years.

A stark reversal. Now it is I, who is barely holding on. Now I am the one, who has been ground to dust, by the exhaustion of fighting without end. Of running and running. No real food and no real rest. No medicine. No help coming. I want to laugh, scream, weep. So it's to be poetic justice, is it?

But I can not give in.

Forgive me. But I can not, WILL NOT give in. Body exhausted, I draw my blade. The plasma humming as the magics charge. The alleyway fills with light. I took Vows. Owe my soul to the Galaxy and it's people. Regardless of Regime, I have service I must complete. And to do that? I have to be alive.

(I don't care, that they took over. Let them have it. But how could you? How COULD YOU?! The Temple was my home. I am a hypocrite. Here, at the end, I must face that. And now I know it to be true.)

The ship over head dips lower, kicking up a hurricane of wind. My robes whip around me, but I do not move from my opening stance. Ready, not ready, but resigned to it none the less. The Commandos are a silent wall as, from above, a rip cord descends. Clipped to it? Marshall Commander... no, Supreme Commander Foxx.

The Clones newly elected Emperor.

A man I THOUGHT was my friend.

He looked nothing like Commander Fox of the Vode. Hair too long and curling. Face deceptively young looking and boyish. Non regulation piercing hidden under the helmet all Guards wore, day in and day out. They hadn't been able to customize their armor like the others. So they customized themselves.

He wasn't in armor, now. It was somehow worse. The dress uniform an affront, a reminder, like a curse of broken glass. I... I hadn't even known he owned such a thing. It made sense, given his old position. Yet, somehow... somehow? I doubted this was the uniform he had been given. It looked... looked Regal.

"Are we done, now? Got it out of your system? Or should one of us put you on the ground first? Grind your face right against the filthy floor?"

His voice was mild as ever, as he calmly unclipped himself, let the cord retract. He tucked his hands behind his back. Strolled forward with measured steps, assessing eyes, like a general examining untested troops. Picking me apart for weakness, looking for openings in my stance. Injuries on my body. I had seen him do this before. Just... just never thought... it'd be used... a-against me. (How arrogant, I had been.)

"This can stop at any time, Commander. All you have to do? Is stop running. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. You've struggled long enough, don't you think? It's time to be done. To come home. Be taken care off. That's all we want to do, Darling. Commander."

"Surely you can see, that it's BETTER this way? No more war. No more Knights on sabotaged missions. Diplomats to war zones. Children where they shouldn't BE. The Order can be SAFE now. YOU can be safe now. Loved and precious as you always should have been. It's okay now, Commander. Come here. It's okay..."

Foxx's eyes blazed with conviction. They had been brown, like his brothers. They... oh god, they SHOULD have been brown. But as I stared into his face, at those unfamiliar eyes on what should be so familiar a form? Red stared back. The red, Red, RED, of the Fallen.

Foxx had been... had been Energy Sensitive. The Cloners had fucking LIED, when they said it wasn't possible. I had always suspected. Didn't dare bring attention to it. Didn't want my friend to be... to be KILLED. Experimented on. I should have trained him. Done more.

Desperate people will reach for anything, to stop themselves from drowning. And the Dark offers such tempting things. Vengeance and Power. Freedom, no matter the cost. It pays sweetly then corrupts slow. There is always a cost.

I can not risk it.

Shifting my weight to my front leg, in preparation to surge forward, I never get the chance. A two fold thwip! And sharp pinch in my upper arm. I got the first. But the second... a? Dart? No. NO! Panicked, I flood my body with the magics meant to purge drugs and... instantly the world spins. I have somehow just made it worse. W-what?

"Confiscated from slavers, 'bout five months back. It's a high end drug." The Commando with the dart gun said, as though commentingon the weather. "Fairly new, too. Made to react specifically to the Cosmic Energies. Our esteemed Chancellor, may he rot as he deserves, had them developed through several shell companies."

"Really wish you hadn't done that, Commander. Cause, see, the side effects? Are pretty nasty." Foxx commented. Various helmets nodded, the guards body language sympathetic but lacking any remorse. What ever it took to bring me in. To make me Safe.

"Now you're going to be sick for a while. But on the other hand? You are a stubborn one. So maybe this'll give you time to think, hmm? Time to enjoy the pampering a bit. You'll get used to it, learn to be good for me. I know you. You're a smart girl."

My legs couldn't hold me anymore. Despite struggling, I couldn't keep my blade at the ready. Helplessly, I watched as he watched forward. Used a single finger, on the hilt, to push my blade to the side. The lightest of tugs, stealing it from me entirely. At long last, the tears came. I... I was scared. Really, really scared. P-please... Foxx, please...

"Hunts over, Commander. It's time to stop running. You've lost."

"But, that? That's okay. You can lose now. Be weak. Wretched and pathetic and flawed. You don't have to be perfect any more, Commander. I've got you. You're Mine. Ours. Perfect, just the way you are. And today?"

"Today is the start of the rest of your new life, Commander."

"Welcome to the Empire."

[writeshite]

“I can't give you a castle,” you remind Rhaenyra, “or wealth, or expensive dresses. I doubt I can give you more than the flowers I pick along the grounds.”

Rhaenyra smiles a little bumping her head softly against yours, “You give me loyalty; it is a rare enough commodity.”

“But how far will loyalty get me? I can't compete with the Lannisters or Tyrells or Freys.” You say, and she places her hand on your cheek in response.

“If I wanted any of them I would have them,” Rhaenyra huffs, “I want you, that's why I have you.” She affirms, pulling you in for a kiss.

[s0apmactav1sh]

Part 2 of Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Knight!You who suddenly finds yourself wandering the castle during the night after your conversation with Price unable to stop the words that were constantly repeating within your mind. Why had the king seemed so interested on why you hadnt any body? Did he not appreciate your willingness to deprive yourself of the love and touch of another so you wouldnt worry more about them than him?

Of course you were constantly distracted now, letting guards you sparred with take you down so easily all over being stuck inside your own head. And this wasnt sitting right with King!Price who was wondering why his prized knight now suddenly couldnt beat the other royal guards like you used to.

King!Price who ends up calling you to a meeting in his chambers. Forget the throne room or his royal office. His chambers were where he'd like to speak to you. And like the loyal soldier you were, you were there on the dot entering in after he gave you permission. Other guards and servants around the castle certainly found this strange but it was by the request of your king.

King!Price who doesnt even allow you to speak your reasons. He's just so disappointed that youve lowered your standards. Thats not what a knights meant to do and he makes sure you know that in the most humilating way possible. By having you on your knees looking up at him while he smiles down at you, your head tilted up by the grasp he has on your hair. And its not to be mean, no Price could never. Your his prized knight after all.

"Wheres that devotion gone? Have you suddenly lost it. Is that why your letting those pathetic guards beat you down?"

At that he can see the shame that washes over your face. He wasnt meant to see or hear about your faults. You were meant to be perfect in his eyes no matter the cost. Didnt he understand that the only reason you were acting the way you were was because of him. Your loyalty and devotion for your king ran as deep as the oceans and nothing could change that. So how could you make it up to him? How could you get rid of that disappointed look in his eyes that was practically like the devils glare to you. By offering yourself to him.

"No. My king. Please my devotion and loyalty still lays in your palms. Take what you need of me. Leave me as nothing more than filth if you please, just dont be disappointed in me."

And as those words came tumbling from your lips King!Price knew he had you. He would always have you. Even if any others came along and tried having you for themselves he knew your eyes would always stray back to him because he was your god. You worshipped the ground he walked on, took in his words like water and kept the sight of him embeeded in your brain just for a reminder that he was your king.

Plus who was to blame him when he accepted your offer of yourself? He had already been without a warm body in his bed for a few months because of his late husbands death. What did it matter that he filled that empty spot beside him with your body instead. What did it matter that he filled himself with your cock at the end of every day to make up for the months without any relief.

And like the devoted knight you were, you complied with his ever ask. If he needed you youd remove yourself from your duties, replacing yourself with a capable knight to continue them to rush to him and give him exactly what he wanted. Which more than likely was your cock in his hole while he worked, relaxed or even when he was "napping". You would always come running and he knew it.

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Am have this Ig? Does it tie in with the last part not at all. I literally need to sleep 😭 its been nearly 3 days without and im barely able to register whag I wrote. Ill make a part 3 in a few days thats just smut for this.

@rodolfoparras

[serena-babes]

Royal Knight Reader x Lucifer Morningstar + Charlie Morningstar

Part TWO!!

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gender neutral!!

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Sorry for the long wait everybody! school really kicked my butt but I am back! and super excited to write! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

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“And so then I look over and this bitch is halfway down the street!” Angel gestured enthusiastically to the rest of the large table continuous chatter continues from everybody, especially for Lucifer and Charlie. It has been a while since this has happened. 

Dinner was, nice. Maybe not the nicest dinner, food-wise. But “family” dinners aren't very common when you're always on the move or working. Listening to the laughter and plates clinking y/n looks down at their plate. Shiny fork in hand, clean warm plate. It's been a while since it's been like this, everything is so clean and shiny, a semblance of normal in this hellhole.

Too long they realize more like a couple of thousand years long, back when Lucifer was Samuel. It feels like a millennium ago, hell, at this point, it could be a millennium ago. 

Heaven was a lot stricter back then, everyone was made for a purpose and whoever stepped out of line posed a threat. That was why Y/n was the perfect example. And the reason they were assigned to keep a certain someone in line.

“But, heavenly father you must understand I don't.. I'm not made to work on something… with all due respect. Frivolous and unimportant.” Y/n said sternly adverting their gaze from the man himself. But even with their protests, they were still whisked away to take care of the “problem child” 

Messy, is how Y/n would describe it. A workshop with haphazardly thrown-around tools, discarded projects, various writings, and plans. And the messiest part, the Man himself. 

“Samuel” he introduced himself reluctantly 

“I'm not happy with this arrangement either I hope you know that. I don't wish to be a babysitter, even though you're older than me.” Y/n deadpanned, Samuel not amused by this remark went to whatever he was working on. Looking over his shoulder observing his work, not quite sure whatever the hell he was working on.

Y/n whistled out a long note making Samuels eye twitch. “Whatcha.. Watcha working on..” Y/n clasped their hands in front of them. Friendly unprofessional conversation wasn't their forte. 

“I thought you said you didn't want to babysit” Samuel mocked you 

“Well yeah, but that doesn't mean we both have to be COMPLETLY miserable” y/n quipped back “Trust me this will feel a little more like a babysitting shift if I just stand here and watch you…so?”  Y/n gestured to the various mechanical and clay pieces Samuel was arranging. 

Now, not so reluctant. Samuel shows them, and that's how it all started. He would share almost everything with Y/n and soon Y/n couldn't see what was so horrible and troublesome about him. He was sharp and witty but also, a dreamer, a chaser, and stubborn. 

Everything was peaceful for a while, days spent with Lucifer, well Samuel. tinkering away or writing while Y/n trained or did whatever their heart desired. Days spent in the sun streaming through the wide windows of the laboratory some days all they would do was lie on the floor and talk

“So… why do you follow that code, what's it called again? Chivalry? “ Samuel asked laying straight on his back wings outstretched gazing at the laboratory ceiling.

“Yeah... Chivalry.” Y/n responded opting to stop training and laying down next to Samuel feeling their bones and soul decompress from the strenuous work. 

“I'll remember that,” Samuel said cheekily flicking Y/N's shoulder plyfully. 

“Well, I would hope you would I mean it's kinda my whole schtick” retorted Y/n.

“Why do you follow it anywho? I mean… in the end, what's stopping you from... I don't know, not?” He turned to watch Y/N's expressions. 

“You shouldn't... You shouldn't be questioning the heavenly father Sammie. It's dangerous.” Y/n looked over to Lucifer, sometimes Y/n worried his thinking was the thing that would kill him. 

“But, if you want to know, it's because I'm scared, I'm scared of what would happen if I chose something else. you know, what would happen to me. I'm too used to the security it provides.” y/n said honestly opting to look at the ceiling instead of straight at Lucifer. What Y/n didn't know was the saddened knowing expression Lucifer had on.

He was always the odd one out, believing more in himself than in the “higher being” that was his father. If only people could see the fear they had of the man was... Wrong. 

“Hm… I understand” 

“I think that's what I like about you, you're not afraid.” Y/n smiled, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a quick shake.

And that's how life was for a while, truly all rainbow and sunshine. 

Wasent until Lucifer started going to Eden. Slowly but surely changes in Samuels now Lucifer's demeanor changed. And Y/n couldn't keep up. 

“Sam- Lucifer. What. are. You. doing. You're going to get yourself killed.” Y/n pleaded. Grasping his shoulders hoping to shock him back to reality. But all he did was stare at the floor in silence.

“She's just a woman Lucifer .” Y/n took their hands off his shoulders and he started drifting.

“No, she's not..” Lucifer said meekly turning away from Y/n no longer wishing to feel their sharp gaze. 

“Oh? So what are you telling me? That this” Y/n gestured to all the papers heavens sent over giving him warnings. “THIS. was all worth it because you found the love of your life. and that this is the woman for you?” 

“I don't know… she could be.”Finally, Lucifer turned to face them. 

Silence enveloped the room 

“I just… Were both fucked. Things are changing, and I don't. I don't know what's gonna happen.” Y/n sat down on a nearby chair their head in their hands pulling and scratching at their scalp.

Lucifer moved silently across the room moving to observe Y/n. 

It was odd he thought, on the outside, they were the epitome of resilience, class, and discipline. If one of them would be the scared one it sure as hell wouldn't be Y/n. but seeing a strong being such as Y/n clam up. Made Lucifer see them better, no longer was Y/n their “noble babysitter” or another Angel following orders. They were someone who had such complexity as him. 

“Hey… whatever happens, we um.” he eyed the various papers demanding his meeting with his father.

“We will do it together, they always say new beginnings are good… right?” 

And so, off to the races they went. Building disdain in heaven for the “heavenly father” advocating for more rights, changing life on earth. Creating people and new creations. Letting all ingenuity seep out of heaven's angels and onto the earth below, Showering the planet in green. Lucifer and Lilith fall in love. New ideologies are building, and new tempting offers are being given to heaven-curious Angels. 

But, going up against an actual god. You're doomed for failure eventually.

Always an Angel, never a god. 

If you told Y/n thousands of years before that they would be kicked out of heaven with two lovers in toe they would call you mad. Crazy even. Why would you say something so ridiculous?

“Hey! Y/n you looked a little zoned out over there you okay?” Charlie turned to you and asked 

“Yeah! Everything is pretty great right now. I was just thinking.” Y/n got up from the table and went to help Charlie with collecting dishes 

“Oh really? About what?” Charlie said collecting various plates and cups 

“Oh, just about how, proud I am, and how good the hotel is.” Y/n smiles warmly putting a hand on Charlie's shoulder and shaking it a little. “Oh… oh Charlie... Okay, well don't cry! You know I'm not good with TEA-” Y/n said suddenly being engulfed in a bone-crushing hug and a waterfall of salty tears.

After some time, Vaggie has to take a spatula to separate you two. Charlie's tears ceased, and now you three were lounging on the couch. Very reminiscent of what Y/n and Lucifer would do in their youth… They are so scarily similar sometimes, if Y/n squinted they swore they saw Lucifer. 

“When I was a kid I used to be like… SUPER scared of you for a little bit.” Charlie said smiling slightly and laughing to herself 

“Really-”

“Yes.” Charlie and Vaggie both said cutting Y/N's words off. But all Y/n can do is laugh. 

 “Am I that intimidating? Me? I haven't won a single game of Hellopoly in my life, or uno… or I guess any card or board game. I don't see how that's intimidating.” 

“You'd be surprised” Charlie quipped back a small smile gracing her features. 

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments the only sound in the room being the ticking grandfather clock which Charlie eyed suspiciously.

“Hey.. so crazy idea, haha! But. I don't know, I mean you can say no! Of course! But I was just kinda wondering if you would… like to stay at the hotel? I mean protection isn't a bad thing. And it wouldn't interfere with like your actual job… but I don't know I feel like you feel better here, and I know dad feels better when you're here too.” 

Y/n listened to Charlie go on silencing her with her hand 

“That sounds great Charlie,” Y/n said softly getting up to put their now empty glass of wine away. 

As Y/n enters the kitchen, all they see is Lucifer's pajama-clad form rummaging around in the fridge. 

“Now what, are you up to? Didn't we eat like hmm..” Y/n puts their hand up to their chin mocking a thinking pose “like an hour ago?” they quip as they move to wash their empty wine glass. 

“Haha!” lucifer says sarcastically pulling something out to eat.

Soft chatter filters between the two, the kitchen light pretty dark the only luminary being the fridge and the oven light.

“So… guess who is the newest resident,” Y/n said staring expectantly at Lucifer

And they swear they have never seen such a bright smile grace his face.  

[fandomnerd9602]

Karlach X Male Reader when the party finds out their might be something that could help karlach being able to touch Reader and not get hurt they turn to speak to Reader but find his not with them he left the moment he heard about it

Shadowheart: has anyone seen Y/N?

Gale: i saw him booking it out of the area as soon as you mentioned the artifact-oh

Lae'zel: he went out on his own?!

Shadowheart: Love knows no bounds.

Karlach: where's my Y/N?

Gale: heading out on a quest to touch you

Karlach: what?

[yanderambling]

OMG IM SO GLAD YOUR DOING THESSE!!!!! Can I please please get Aschanti (submissive royal) with F I M and S??❤️❤️Thank you so much for writing!!!

yandere alphabet ~ Aschanti

(submissive monarch!yan x pining knight!reader)

full alphabet here <3

Fight [How would they feel if their darling fought back?]:

Aschanti would immediately cave to any resistance you showed them, unless they felt they were at some risk of losing you completely. In the event that they were forced to keep you against your will, Aschanti would never raise a hand back to you in violence- they probably wouldn’t even try to defend themself. Even if you hit, kicked, and spat insults at them, Aschanti is certain that you’ll come to understand in time, and so they will meet all of your offenses with nothing but gentle placations and a patient smile. They would keep you away from any deadly weapons out of necessity, and if you proved persistent then they would reluctantly promote a temporary personal guard, just to keep them alive long enough for you to realize how you really feel for them. It would break their heart to see you so upset, but Aschanti would gladly let you take out your frustration on them as much as you needed.

Ideals [What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?]:

Aschanti rarely lets themself dream that far into the future, so certain are they that you could never return their affections the same way. But, when they allow their mind to wander, Aschanti fantasizes about leaving it all behind with you, just abandoning the courts and royal obligations and taking to the country with just your hand in theirs. They find guilty pleasure in the thought of becoming your housewife, taking care of you and your shared home by serving you, and letting you care for them in turn by telling them what to do, how to be. Maybe, one day, Aschanti could cook your meals (and pretend they’re your live-in servant), do you laundry (and get to sniff and taste your clothes whenever they want), and even help you wash your magnificent body (need they go on?)<3

Mask [Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?]:

Aschanti wears a couple of masks, even around you. In public, they are remarkably composed and confident, they are widely renowned for their poise and natural leadership. But, when it’s just them and you, they find it harder to keep their cool, they become notably more uncertain and deferential, more open about looking to you for direction- but they still try to maintain a regal air about them so as to not lose your respect. On their own, however, Aschanti is nearly unrecognizable from the esteemed ruler known throughout the land. They spend most of their alone time thinking about you, taking stock of their collection of your things, touching themself to the scent of you lingering on the clothes they practically smother themself with- they’re really just a needy mess when there’s nobody around to impress, and they feel no small amount of shame from their desire to show themself to you like this and let you do as you like with them…

Stigma [What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?]:

Aschanti has always felt they were forced to take positions of authority because of their royal status, but they’d always really wanted to just let go and leave the control to someone else; you’re the first person they ever felt safe enough to even entertain the idea with. Before you, they never let themself dream of giving up their control as they so deeply wished, but once they’d been in your capable hands it became impossible to stop. Really, you’re the reason they’re like this, so obsessed with retaining the stability and comfort you provide them. You just make them feel so safe and secure, so wholly taken care of- it’s a feeling they’ve always craved, and you’re the only thing in the world that has ever sated them~

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[heartfullofleeches]

Fem Knight Yan + Masculine Fem Knight Reader

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It's quiet.

Too quiet.

"Ohohoho!~"

Figures-

Clomping heels sing in their march toward your position, prideful steps reverberating through the narrow corridor. For a flicker instant, the pristine polish of that blasted woman's eyesore of a helmet blinds you as sunlight pouring through the window bounces off the pointed curves. The air ripples as she twirls her spear in hand - leveling its sharpened blade with your shielded neck as she towers boastfully before you.

"Y/n! What a surprise is to see you here!" Throwing her braid hair behind one shoulder, an expression of euphoria snakes across her face as she sighs blissfully. "The gods have smiled upon me this morning!"

"General." Unbothered by the obvious ploy to keep you in place, you push her spear aside." "I believe you are well aware of my schedule- What with your relentless attempts at proposing a duel."

"Ah, my queen bathed in thorns- Surely you could've ended that sentence at the proposal? After all, I only ask you to fight me so that you may see that i alone am the one who will tame your warrior's heart?"

"...I'll pass."

"Aghhh!" Stomping her feet against the stone floor, your general collapses to her knees - arms outstretched to you in yearning!

"Face me, My Bride! Battle me and allow me to strike you down so fiercely that the shame on your bloodline results in you resigning from your post, and becoming mine entirely! Allow the defeat to course through your veins in such a way that you'll be one with me in every life time!""

"There are more important things to fight over. Does the protection and safety of our people mean nothing to you?"

"This kingdom is nothing to me without you! I'd burn it to the ground myself if you parted ways from my side. Beneath your boyish charm I know there is a maiden dying to be freed. And someday I will give you that freedom, My Love."

"I'd rather die at the hands of a thief."

The gasp of horror your general expelles leaves your ears ringing for the remainder of the day.

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a knight from Lordran and helping Luthien on her journey

(Another Dark Souls piece I wrote and left to gather dust in the storage. It might seem a less edited, but I hope you like it)

Warnings: mentions of dying, fighting, blood, violence, imprisonment, escaping, the C & C are the regular jerks, muteness, reader somehow ends up as that one therapist.

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- Imagine after Luthien escapes, she wanders through the outer borders of Doriath. She ends up encountering you, a person wearing strange armor, battling a terrifying creature she had never seen in her immortal life. 

-It was so horrifying – she hid in the shadows and watched the battle between you and the monster. 

-You skillfully evade the attacks, rolling away and using your shield to block. 

-However, you were getting exhausted. The injuries had started to take their toll on you, and you had no estus flasks left. You were going to die soon if you didn't finish the creature, and you couldn’t let that happen.

-There was something wrong. You couldn't feel the connection to the flame. It vanished ever since you fell into that mist with the creature. 

-For the first time in years, you were afraid of what was going to happen if you died. Even as an undead, something bad might happen. 

-You found your chance to attack when the creature left itself open and quickly plunged your sword into its chest, finishing it off and letting its blood dress the grass beneath you. 

-The creature screamed in pain as its body turned into dust, and you were left standing, victorious and alive. 

-But, your victory was short-lived as your body began to collapse from all the wounds and exhaustion. 

-You fell on your knees, your vision going dark. 

-As a last resort to stay alive, you tried to dig through your bag and find the black sprite of humanity. 

-You found the sprite, but you fell before you could crush it. Your body refused to move, and your mind was falling into the darkness. Unable to save yourself, you accepted your fate. 

-You stared at the blue sky in wonder as you did not remember Lordran to possess such beauty before succumbing to the darkness and letting the fangs of death take you once more. 

-Luthien came out from hiding after witnessing your victory and battle. She was quick to come to your side and feel the life inside you vanishing. 

-She took the strange sprite that lay by your side and with her own magic, used it to heal you, unknowingly reviving you from death itself. 

-You were surprised to awake from the darkness and even more surprised to find a beautiful maiden kneeling by your side. 

-Luthien was glad and spoke to you, speaking about the battle between you and the monster and how she managed to save your life. 

-You were amazed by her beauty and even more amazed that she was not an undead like most people you have encountered so far. 

-Luthien asked for your assistance to help her travel outside and find her lover, Beren, who she sensed was in grave danger. Your sword skills had impressed her, and in return for saving you, you decided to swear your blade to her. 

-You did not speak, but Luthien understood your gesture, and that is how you two set forth to find her lover. 

- You never spoke or said anything, barely made any sound, so Luthien took you for mute. It did not bother her since your bodily gestures, like nods and shaking your head, were obvious enough for her questions. 

-In truth, you had no idea about Middle Earth, elves, orcs, Sauron, or even Morgoth. 

- However, since phantoms from other worlds were possible in Lordran, you guessed you had somehow traveled to another world, which would explain the disconnection to the flame and the fire link shrines. 

-You did not have much of an opinion about the elven princess. Luthien was quite talkative, talking about the plans and sometimes ranting about the situation with her lover and her father’s pride price, which could get her lover killed. 

-You did not know how to offer comfort when she was having these moments since you were rather closed off from feeling emotions and empathy, so the best you could do was lend your ear and a hand to hold for comfort. 

-Luthien did not know how to feel by your silence, but she found comfort in your company and in the small gestures you did. You provided odd companionship, but it was enough. 

-You did everything she asked, but one thing you refused to do was show your face beneath your helmet. It was a bit odd, but she stopped asking when you gestured that wearing the helmet was a personal choice. 

- When you two were found by Huan, you reacted with aggression as you didn’t have great experiences with undead dogs from Lordran. You took out your sword, ready to kill the beast. 

-Luthien was lucky to calm you down and prove Huan meant no harm. 

-You wanted to trust her intuition, but still, you kept a careful watch on the hound as he led you two to his two masters. 

-You were skeptical of the two Noldor princes, Celegorm and Curufin. There was something odd about them, especially how they looked at Luthien when she revealed herself and spoke to them. 

-You have met a fair amount of people with tongues like snakes, so you knew something was off when they denied meeting Beren or him ever coming to Nargothrond to seek aid from its king, Finrod Felagund. 

-They promised to give their aid if you came to Nargothrond, but when Celegorm offered to give Luthien a ride on his horse, you grabbed her shoulder and shook your head. 

-An uneasy feeling rose within Luthien when you gestured for her not to accept the ride. You knew there was something else about the princess that she should be cautious about, so she declined Celegorm’s offer. She claimed she wanted to walk with you since there weren’t enough horses, and she did not want to make it unfair for you. 

-Celegorm sent you a glare that did not go unnoticed, and it was now more clear to you that the elven prince had something else in his mind than aiding Luthien. 

-Despite his insistence, Luthien declined and walked with you to Nargothrond, becoming more suspicious of their words.

-You faithfully defended her when beasts ambushed from the shadows, resulting in your sword losing its durability and breaking after the fight. 

- When you reached Nargothrond, Curufin offered to have your sword patched by the kingdom’s blacksmiths, and despite your reluctance to leave Luthien alone with the princess, you complied when she insisted and convinced you to have your gear fixed. 

-If you had found a bonfire, you could have repaired your sword and gear with its flames, but since you were in another world. You were unable to do so. 

-You met Curufin’s son, Celebrimbor, who seemed intimidated by your presence but agreed to repair your sword and some of your gear. 

-You concluded Celebrimbor was not bad like his father after watching him repair your gear and listening to him talk about things. He seemed to be rather naive to his father’s secretive nature. 

-Celebrimbor was intimidated by your silence and how you watched him but then found an odd pleasant time talking with you. 

-He was impressed by your gear and fascinated with your weapons since they seemed to be enchanted with ores he was not familiar with. 

-He took you for mute since you only answered with nods and shakes, but you gave a different answer by drawing the name of the blacksmith who enchanted your weapons to the ground. 

-The uneasy feeling about you within him vanished, and he even talked about personal things such as the ongoing thing with his family and how his life seemed to go so far. 

-You didn’t know how to feel, but you offered comfort by awkwardly patting him on the back. 

-However, when he mentioned a mortal man named Beren recently arriving in Nargothrond to seek the aid of King Finrod, who had left Nargothrond in charge of Orodreth — you became alerted. 

- The realization that the two princes had indeed lied about Beren ever coming to Nargothrond sparked a flame of anger and fear since it meant Luthien was in danger. 

-Celebrimbor was startled when you suddenly grabbed your repaired gear and weapons and marched out of the forge. 

-You walked through the stone halls but hid and carefully listened in the shadows when the two Noldor princes came to your sight. 

-They talked about having Luthien’s hand in marriage and gaining her father’s alliance for their war against Morgoth. 

-Celegorm was certain he could gain her affection even though she had greatly refused. He would even do it by force, but in the meantime, he would allow time to soften her up while keeping her locked. 

-They had however one problem, which was you. They had to find out how to get rid of you since you would no doubt help Luthien escape if you found out. 

-You were infuriated by their plans to force Luthien into an unwanted marriage and the realization that they had tricked you into separating from her by having your gear fixed. 

-You wanted to spill their blood and see their pathetic life leave their very eyes, but you knew that you needed to be smarter and free Luthien first from her captivity. It will be difficult since you can’t kill like you could in Lordran. The elves were living, not undead. 

-Not only that, you needed to find out where Luthien was kept while not alerting the princess since you had already left the forges. 

-You became cautious when Huan appeared to you from the shadows. You were ready to kill the creature, but when the dog laid down in submission – you hesitated. There was something in its eyes that told you not to kill it, not yet, at least. 

-You had an odd feeling that the beast was on your side instead of its master. However, since dogs can’t talk — you decided to break your silence and ask where his masters had hidden Luthien. 

-The dog stood up and motioned you to follow him. Reluctant but in haste, you decided to trust the dog— after making it clear what you would do to him if he betrayed you and Luthien. 

-You guessed the beast took your warning seriously as he then led you through secret paths to the room where Luthien was kept. 

-You knocked on the door to confirm her presence and were slightly relieved to hear her voice. 

-Luthien was glad to know you were behind the door and worried since the door was locked and said you had to find a key, which was most likely with Celegorm. But little did she know that you possessed a set of keys to everything. 

-You grabbed your master key from your bag and opened the door without a hitch, surprising Luthien and Huan on the go. 

-Luthien did not expect you to open the door quickly but was glad to see you, and you three then made your escape. 

-Huan decided to come along despite your obvious dislike toward him, but then you were found by the two princes, who quickly learned about your disappearance and Luthien’s escape. You picked Luthien up and set her on Huan’s back so you could run. 

-your high endurance made it easy for you to keep up with the dog’s speed, and you nearly made it through the front entrance only to be stopped when the two princes alarmed the guards and claimed you were kidnapping the princess. 

-You got surrounded, and you had the attention of all who were in the main entrance, including King Orodreth. 

-Celegorm boldly claimed you had done something to his hound and his guest, claiming you were doing evil’s work because why else would his own hound assist you. 

-Luthien was infuriated and told the truth about how he and his traitorous brother had lied and locked her up, intending to force her hand into marriage, sprouting everything that happened. Why else would his hound betray him instead of helping him with his evil? 

-King Orodreth and all the other bystanders shared mixed looks, uncertain of which side to take. 

-Celegorm claimed she was confused, and when you saw one of his servants approach her from behind – you acted, taking out your sword and cutting his hand. 

-The elves were frightened when the servant screamed at his severed hand. 

-Luthien pleaded you not to kill them, but you acted when the other guards came at you. 

-You fought all of them furiously, avoiding their attacks and striking back with force powerful enough to send them flying. You did not give them a chance to lay a single wound on you. 

-You heeded Luthien’s plea and did not kill any of them, so you only struck them down, too injured to fight you. 

-Celegorm and his brother grew pale, and the elves of Nargothrond grew frightful as you fought like an undefeatable warrior in their eyes with the strength and speed of a beast. They could not tell if you were either an elf or a man beneath the helmet. 

-You turned your gaze upon the brothers after defeating all of the guards, making them prepare for a fight. 

-Celegorm said he had never lost a swordfight even though there was uncertainty in his voice. 

-You grabbed something out of your bag, a pouch of paper that seemed to contain dust made out of charcoal. 

-They watched as you held your sword before you, wrapping the paper and the charcoal around the metal, before gripping and pulling the pouch across your sword, igniting the blade in flames. 

-The brothers were startled as you held your flaming sword, ready to fight. For the first time, they were uncertain if they could win a fight as they had never witnessed such a thing before. 

-However, Celegorm had his pride, and despite the odds – he was ready to fight you, unwilling to lose and have Luthien escape his grasp. 

- King Orodreth quickly ordered the fight to be ceased, wanting no blood to be shed on Nargothrond. 

-He turned toward Luthien and told her he believed her since you had heeded her order and not killed any of the guards. 

-He did ask her and you to leave and continue your journey alone since you had severely wounded his and Celegorm’s people. 

-Luthien agreed even though she demanded Celegorm and Curufin pay the price for the crime against her. 

-You felt disappointed by the outcome as you would have loved to set the two on fire but faithfully followed Luthien along with Huan out of Nargothrond, leaving a forever frightful expression upon the brothers and the elves that witnessed your terrifying might.

[aerkame]

Okay, hear me out, I know this is cheesy, but I just love this 2am thought (yes, it is actually 2am rn and I'm not exactly thinking straight)...do not take this seriously. Maybe. IDK if it sounds nice enough I might write it

But imagine a combination of fairytale tropes and a happy-ish ending (depending on how the villain wants things to go). There's a dark and evil lord taking over the lands in this medieval fantasy world. His army is growing by the day and no matter how hard other kingdoms try, their best knights never return when sent out to destroy him. Everything is seemingly over for the world...that is until an unknown knight in white armor, riding a strong and noble unicorn shows up and begins to unravel each plan that the dark lord has made, saving hundreds of lives.(I love the idea of old medieval unicorns, they sound kind of badass, also unicorns only let themselves be ridden by pure maidens with kind hearts apparently).

The white knight is often seen helping those that are vulnerable and defeating the generals of the dark lord but never killing them. Not a single drop of blood is shed when the white knight is around, infuriating the dark lord so much that he goes out in his own black armor to put a stop to this white knight.

The dark lord then pulls a Bowser move and kidnaps princess Peach the white knight after discovering who she really is inside. He kinda likes it, this is a nice feeling that will totally not cause him issues in the future... :)

Anyways, white knight escapes, dark lord goes oh snap I just lost my queen, and chaos happens.

They then end up fighting, the white knight not really wanting to do this, but hey, what can do you about this situation y'know? Another antagonist suddenly appears, it's some jealous and zealous golden knight that's upset the white knight is doing a good job at preventing death for everyone and he stabs the white knight fatally in hopes of fighting the dark lord himself but he gets got by the dark lord's pet dragon instead.

Cut to a Snow White or Disney princess-esc scene of the white knight without the helmet laying in a cozy bed and the dark lord kisses her to bring her back to life somehow because love works like that.

IDK how it would go after that though, depends how evil the dark lord actually is. His greatest enemy is bed-ridden and unable to fight and there's no one to stop him or his army now. So really, he could do what he wants at that point.

[jj-the-hobbit171]

Hey there! This is basically some head canons I have for this post

•141 probably leaves gifts for reader in their room which they promptly stuff in a chest, refusing to take their pity( why couldn’t you see they adore you?)

• In the beginning of 141s courting, they probably made reader guard them during rather…. Compromising situations like bathing, cloth fitting, and well….outside during Bedroom activities…(reader will never, and I mean never, admit that the sounds and colorful vocabulary got to them that night)

•Ghost watches you sleep during the failing courting, just to show reader reader that they’ll always watch over them( definitely not because that’s the only time your face is not so tense, just peaceful). Obviously that didn’t go so well when reader, after a month of waking up to a behemoth towering over their bed, throws holy water specifically given to them by the kingdom’s priest at him. (There is gorgon blood in there, counts for the burning sensation Simon feels for the next 2 weeks.)

•Price always has to have a hand on his partners when around them. Habit from fighting and needing to always find a pulse to see if his lovers are alive. His hand in Garrick’s during negotiations with neighboring kingdoms, a hand on Simon’s back while resting after a round of training, fingers in Jonny’s hair in bed, as he loses the fight to sleep, and when they start falling for reader, a hand around the back of their neck to ground them, or intimidate them. Whatever comes first.

Hey there! It’s been a while! I’ve been really busy, cause Advanced classes are a little so I haven’t got the time to write, but I’ll try to make time to write. There will be more head canons, and a Drabble or two by the end of the year. Anyway, hope everyone is ok? Please drink water and sleep!

From the hobbit hole,

J.J

[institutionalize-me]

Going on a walk! Don’t bother me!

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Pairing: Telepole Heathcliff/GN!Reader

Description: You’re out on a walk today. SOMEONE decides to go on and bother you during your most sacred hours.

“Someone… get me out of here…”

As the Captain of Knights and one of the members of the High Council, you are expected to promote the general welfare of your people. It’s your responsibility to oversee your fellow knights, ensure the safety of the citizens, and allow everyone—regardless of race, gender, age, income status, sexual orientation, or more—an equally improved quality of life.

Here, establishing a healthy relationship between the authorities and the common folk and having a peaceful kingdom is top priority, and you thank the current king and queen for being such level-minded individuals. It’s rather rare for rulers to not grow hungry for increased power, be it for land or resources, and end up oppressing their own people.

However… today, while you typically don’t disagree with the decisions of the monarchy, you are beginning to doubt their sanity just a little.

”Ah? Whaddya say? Y’know, if you’re badmouthin’ me, I can just report that to the Princess and you’ll be good as gone~”

”I didn’t say anything! Heathcliff, stop making everything about you!!”

As the Captain of Knights and one of the members of the High Council… you should NOT be expected to babysit a fully grown half-wolf man who is old enough to take care of himself, yet acts like some spoiled toddler!

You were simply going about your day, taking your daily afternoon walk around the kingdom to greet the citizens and enjoy the sights of the quaint little empire the monarchy put in so much effort to sustain. Bakers of all kinds putting up their freshly-baked pastries on display, farmers filling up their baskets with newly-harvested fruits and vegetables, seamstresses allowing their clients to try on new dresses and watching as their faces light up with joy…

That is until some dog decided to jump at you (okay, this is an exaggeration, but he STILL put himself right beside you when you didn’t want him to) and ruin the scenery! Damn that Heathcliff!!

Watching the bustling streets every day, even if it might seem repetitive, is a soothing task for you. It was the only thing that stayed consistent in your hectic schedule, and it allowed you to gain a sense of peace in your life. It was the one moment you were given fresh air to breathe, allowed to process all of your thoughts, and prepare yourself for new ones.

You needed these walks. If you didn’t have them, you would go insane.

Near the end of your walks, you would leave the castle walls to take a trail down the nearby forest and greet an old friend of yours who lived there. He was rather reclusive and tended to hide away from the rest of civilization, due to… body modifications, but you knew he was a good person at heart. Occasionally you would bring him gifts and food to make sure he didn’t go hungry, and if you had extra time, you’d stay over to listen to his stories.

The trail was what you and Heathcliff were currently going over now. And unfortunately, even though you’d love to have another long conversation with Gregor, you know damn well this mutt would ruin it all for you.

”Ah, ya really should be more careful ‘round these parts,” he drawled with a satisfied grin, “ya never know when a big bad wolf will—“

You swiftly cut him off with an angry glare and a light jab to his stomach with the hilt of your weapon. Very hardly did you ever fully draw it, for the kingdom preferred displays of emotional maturity from all parties and peaceful resolutions to all problems, but there were times some people just really got on your nerves. Like right now, for example.

”Ooooh! Now, why don’t you take a gander at this!” He snickered in amusement at your actions. “Ain’t it the Captain’s responsibility to be… what’s it called… rational?”

”Shut it, Heathcliff! You’re being really irritating right now, can you please stop?”

”Rather late to say ‘please’ after ‘shut it’.”

…You don’t know why the Princess ever took a liking to him.

Just as stated before, you weren’t typically one to doubt the decisions of the monarch, but this one… was too much for you.

See, a few months prior, the Princess had come home with an exciting announcement, and told everyone who was currently at the castle, “There shall be a forthcoming member of the monarchy! I plead, for all who will hear these words, to host a grand welcoming banquet alongside a bustling parade! Greatly, doing so would meet anyone with mirth!”

Initially, the folks were confused. Someone’s joining the monarchy? That’s strange—the queen has explicitly stated she refused to bear another child! Does that now imply adoption, then? Some of the housekeepers did not resist inquiring further for more details—after all, if they wanted to plan the perfect celebration, they needed to know who it would go towards!

“Princess Yi Sang,” a housekeeper politely called out, “who may this ‘forthcoming member’ be?”

The man cleared his throat, and excitedly played with the ends of his grand and frilly dress, meant for a lovely royal princess just like him. There are stacks on stacks of fancy, shining jewelries that have been placed on him, even in his silky black hair that’s tied down to a ponytail. His makeup is light yet exquisite, his knee-high boots are of the highest quality, and his overall demeanor exudes a gentle air of nobility—there is no doubt that a man like him would receive the best care in terms of fashion.

”A rather wild one, one might say. He may be warysome to most, but there is quite the fascinating charm he holds. Are you familiar with the tale of a half-wolf which dwells in the cavernous forest over yonder?”

The eyes of the housekeeper widened in near-horror at his implications and his body stiffened, but the latter continued the conversation regardless.

”Princess, do you mean…? But he is a threat to our kingdom!”

”Yet so is prejudice, and false stories. I have personally been in contact with the half-wolf the common folk claim to be dastardly, and I deem him a fit for our kingdom. It is quite necessary to allow proper representation of all minority groups—including beastly people—in our society.”

“I suppose you raise a point. But… should he raise any future concerns, what would we do to combat it?”

”For he will be brought to the family as a pet, and I shall claim the position of his rightful owner, all responsibility falls unto me.”

You remembered thinking to yourself, “Princess, why do you act like he’s a child when he’s nearly as old as you are?” But did not speak up against him at that moment. All you knew was that Heathcliff—the beast fabled to bring destruction—was going to be an official member of the monarchy.

When the day comes where he finally stepped inside the kingdom walls, many citizens awed at his unusual appearance—those black pointed ears, glowing purple eyes, sharp fangs, equally sharp claws, swaying bushy tail, and black spots that covered his appendages along with the right side of his face. It too was worth noting he was also quite tall, had many scars littered across his body, dressed rather strangely, and had a powerful and confident gait.

Many people had not seen him in person, and only knew of him from the stories. And to be honest… some were disappointed, because they’d expected a more “creature-ish” look to him. But no, he just looks like a furry.

As you and some of your knights marched down the streets of the parade, you couldn’t help but overhear several voices whispering amongst themselves.

”What do you think of the wolf?”

”I don’t know… I will admit I’m a little nervous of what’ll happen.”

”Same! Like, I love Princess Yi Sang, but… I don’t get why he would do something like this.”

”I remember him talking about giving minorities representation. I think that’s a noble wish!”

”Sure, I appreciate the intentions, but… was electing him as a part of the royal family necessary?”

”Maybe they have something planned. He isn’t one to make rash decisions.”

Before they could continue on with their gossiping, Heathcliff suddenly butted into the conversation with a bit of a purr in his voice, almost like he just intrinsically knew he was superior to all of the knights.

”If you folks got a problem with it,” he remarked conceitedly, “why don’tcha say that to your little Princess’s face? It was his decision to drag me here, y’know.”

You scoffed under your breath. Trying to instigate in the middle of a goddamn parade on his literal first day here… if he’s going to start something, can he at least do it AFTER???

”We will address this concern after the celebration is over, friends.” You calmly and quietly stated, and shot a backwards glare at him. “For now, please focus on your duties. That includes you too.”

”Ah? Tryna boss me around already?”

”It’s my job to make sure there aren’t disruptions here.”

”I’ll just do ‘em elsewhere then. See if you can do anything ‘bout it, Captain.”

Ever since then, he’s picked you as his human to torment, and has been pestering you nonstop. Perhaps it was your assertive nature, or your position as Captain, or just because he thought you looked fun to mess with. Whatever his reasoning is, doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been essentially turned into an overworked petsitter! How many times did you have to stop him from raiding the butcher’s shop, fighting with some of the local dogs and cats, or making a big mess in the middle of the High Council’s meetings?

”Princess Yi Sang,” you sternly called out to him one day during your visit to the castle, “we need to talk about Heathcliff.”

”Dear!” He cried, clutching his pearls. “Has he been proving to be a hassle?”

”Yes. I request you find countermeasures against his disruptive actions.”

”My deepest condolences, Captain. I had been negligent regarding care towards the pair of you—I shall summon him this very instant, and discuss with him privately.”

“Thank you, Princess.”

And so you went on and continued your day, feeling better knowing that there’d be some change going on. You’d tried to be forgiving towards Heathcliff, and considering the fact that he isn’t used to civilian life it makes sense why he behaves the way he does, but it still ends up being YOUR problem.

Well… about that. Change DID in fact happen, but not in the way you wanted it to—no, he just became more of an issue than before! The only difference now is that he’s smarter about the problems he creates and can hide them a lot better!

And that’s where it has led you two now—into the forest that’s barely illuminated by the setting sun, away from anyone else in the kingdom who would try to help you. You just simply went down this path because it was a part of your walking routine, and by the looks of it, Heathcliff’s gonna do something. Again.

“Why, don’tcha think it’s too late to be walkin’ here?” He mocked. “Ya know the day gets short in the winter, and night comes quick.”

“Don’t even. I’ve been on this path more times than I can count—I’ll be fine.”

You can feel the light breeze of his wagging tail from behind you, and he lowers his head so that he’s whispering—if not purring, like at the parade back then—right into your ear.

“I have too, love, and I’ve seen tons of creatures far worse than me lurkin’ around.”

You were about to yell at him not to call you that nickname again or get all weirdly close… but as if on cue, his ears perked up at the sound of distant screaming, and a wolfish grin came to his face.

“Like that one, over there.”

You squint your eyes to try to find the source of the sound, but to no avail—it’s too dark, and the trees outside the trail are pretty dense. Instinctively, you were about to step closer to investigate, until you felt a large hand grab you by the neck of your uniform and yank you backwards. Just like before, you were about to reprimand him for doing something as forceful as that, until you saw just what he was referring to come into view.

“Your people got lots of stories ‘bout the woods, yeah? I’m sure ya heard of the Electric Sheep.”

OH.

“Is that really…?” You muttered under your breath.

“That’s the sheep, alright. Finally—I was gettin’ hungry anyway.”

Without waiting for your response, he just… went for it. And now the two are duking it out. It would’ve been a really concerning sight to watch someone face THE Dreaming Electric Sheep if those two weren’t having a scrap in the middle of the forest like they’re two highschoolers in the 70s having a fistfight outside.

Was the forest ecosystem always like this? Yes, there were a lot of tales of beasts out and about, but… watching them interact is just so anticlimactic?? You’d assumed there’d be a lot more crazy lightning and thunder involved… oh well. Today’s a Monday—you wouldn’t blame them if they just weren’t feeling it right now.

Since Heathcliff looks like he’s having the time of his life, you figured you should just let him do his thing before it got too dark. He’ll be fine—he’s lived here for god knows how long!

“I’m gonna go then!” You attempted to shout over the noise of commotion. “Don’t be out past curfew—the princess will grow worried!”

You heard a grunt come from him at your words, and assuming he’d heard, you turned around and jogged off. This whole thing delayed your walk by 5 minutes! By now you would’ve already been out of the forest if Heathcliff didn’t keep making you stop for random reasons!

It’s alright though, you supposed. At least you’re finally out of there—you didn’t actually travel too far into the woods, so getting out and returning to the kingdom wasn’t an issue. By now, some stores have begun to close for the day, and people have returned to their homes to rest, which made you a little sad since the people-watching was one of the more fun parts of going out. You liked seeing how your citizens interact with one another—the random instances of small acts of kindness and smiles passed towards each other was always a heartwarming sight—but whatever! You’ll be able to see more of it tomorrow, so it’s not that big of a deal.

As a part of your routine, you would head back to the security department and run brief checkups on the current state of the knights before allowing your supervisors to take over for the night. It was just nice to see where everyone was, how they were doing, what kind of progress they’re making on their duties, if they needed any extra support, et cetera. Here, you were seen as a commendable leader who cared for your army—not seeing them as knights or any kind of battle troops, but rather friends who wished to bring peace. Even if your nation had people of many different personalities and beliefs, some of them strongly clashing with one another, everyone understood that at the end of the day you all lived in the same place and there was no point in making things worse for everyone else just because one person couldn’t have their way.

I really, really hope the same idea applies to your—not the reader character’s, but YOUR—nation as well, wherever you may be.

And so when you arrived at your office in the department, the next several steps seemed like clockwork to you. Everything seemed to be smooth sailing, so there were very few annoying little interruptions out to bother you!

Well… except him.

You were just about to exit the establishment after your supervisors had checked in, and guess who’s right outside the main door!! That’s right—Heathcliff, with a cocky grin, totally doused in blood!!!

”Gah! Heathcliff, why are you—?!”

“Huntin’ gets messy, love.” He interrupted.

Before you can say anything further, he raises a large bone clean of any meat—presumably from the sheep—and you frown at the sight. In his other hand is a large slab of raw steak, which you assumed he was going to save for later.

You questioned, ”…Did you at least prepare it properly? Also, don’t call me that.”

”Prepare? I ain’t had the time to!”

A grimace comes to your face. You just knew, deep down, that if he were to get food poisoning then it’d end up having to be your problem.

”If you need to get yourself cleaned up, you could probably ask someone from the castle to help you with that.”

”Ya think I need help with some basic groomin’?”

”No, I meant… ugh. Never mind, just head back to the Princess. He’s probably waiting for you.”

You politely (or, well, at least as politely as you could in your current state) dismissed him, and hurried away before he could be more of an annoyance. He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided to leave it for later—he supposed he should really get cleaned first, since that’s what the humans like and all.

You thought that was going to be the end of it for the day.

But nope! Much later into the night, when all of the civilians have already gone to sleep, you hear a knocking at your window. And you proceeded to do absolutely nothing about it because there was only one person in your mental list of people who would do such a thing in the middle of the night, and you weren’t in the mood right now to feed into his attention-starved actions. He has Princess Yi Sang to play with, anyway! Why does he insist on going to you all the time?!

The knocks were gentle at first, but when you didn’t heed its beckoning, it got louder and louder until you couldn’t possibly ignore it anymore. You planned to pretend that you were deeply asleep so that he’d stop and walk away, but… you supposed not tonight. When you’ve had enough of him, you crack open your eyes to see a familiar silhouette and a glowing pair of purple eyes outside your window. He notices you finally responding to his actions, and his tail starts wagging like he was a puppy anticipating a treat.

Heathcliff stared intently at your disheveled figure through the glass panels, almost as if he were studying you. “Open the window, love. I know you’ve been ignorin’ me.”

“It’s, like, 1 AM! And I said not to call me that!” You groaned. “Why are you here?!”

“I got a gift for ya. Can’t wait.”

To follow up with his words, he picked up a large plate enveloped with a cloche from a place outside of your lane of sight, and lifted the cover. It was, to your amazement, a perfectly cooked steak of sheep meat! That wasn’t it, and there was more on the sides: steamed broccoli, baked potatoes, an assortment of fruits, and more. It was a large and hearty dish, probably enough to split for two, and it was still warm! He also brought some silverware with him too—isn’t that nice!

”Why did you… oh, whatever.”

You knew he was just going to keep bothering you until you let him in, so you reluctantly crawled out of bed and pushed open the glass panels to allow him entrance. He wasted no time crawling in, and before you knew it, he was already huddled up on your bed and sniffing every surface like a dog!

”Don’t spill the food, I beg…” You tiredly whined. “I just cleaned all of the sheets today.”

”Why should I if I’m gonna be sleepin’ on ‘em?”

…HUH.

”What?”

”Yeah.”

You growled, “It’s too goddamn early in the morning to do something like this, Heathcliff…”

“And guess what? I’ve been up too goddamn late in the night to even think about doin’ anything else!”

He lazily reached over to you with a clawed arm and dragged you onto the bed with him, making sure neither of you accidentally hit the platter. It was a weird feeling—suddenly being pressed up against the body of a large half-wolf. You could feel the ends of his fur slightly tickling your face, and had you not been in your grouchy mood, you probably would’ve just thought he was trying to be silly and maybe played along with him. However, considering the time… you just can’t right now. Well, actually, you never actually could—he was kind of too much of a pain to warrant anything fun like that.

A huff leaves your lips when he repositions the both of you so that you’re sitting straight up against your pillows with the plate of steak on your lap; and he’s lying on his stomach right next to your leg. Finally, he at least let go of you… it was weird having a guy you only knew for a few months clinging onto you as if you were some kind of couple.

“I’ve been hankerin’ for a better crib, anyway.” He mumbled. “The Princess is loud, even when he ain’t awake! Can’t even get a damn wink of shuteye in there!”

You snorted in slight amusement at his comment. “How about I report what you said to him?”

”Won’t let ya.”

”How so?”

Heathcliff turned on his side so that he could get an easier look up at you. At your question, one of his ears slightly twitched, perhaps in slight irritation. He didn’t know why you would ask something like that when you’ve been around him enough times to know what he’s capable of doing. Not that that’s any big issue though—he simply wraps an arm around your leg and nuzzles his face into the soft fabric of your pajamas, the tiredness he’s experiencing making him feel a little less inhibited than usual.

”Ya ain’t allowed to go anywhere without me.” He started in a strangely quiet voice. “I won’t let you leave.”

“You’re so weird tonight. Just go to sleep, Heathcliff…”

Before he can give you a witty retort, you give him a reluctant pat on the head. At your brief touch, his tail starts slightly wagging again, and he looks up at you still with a neutral expression. However, if you look closely enough, you can see that his pupils were a little dilated—perhaps that’s his way of asking for more.

You weren’t going to give him that pleasure, though. Not after everything he put you through—in fact, you’d say that just allowing him into your house was extremely generous! You return your attention to the meal on your lap, and after a few seconds of inspection, you cut out a piece of the steak and eat it.

It was, suffice to say, incredible.

“Did you have one of the chefs at the castle make this?” You questioned, with a noticeable look of surprise—then newfound glee—in your eyes. “It’s amazing, thank you!”

An amused scoff leaves his lips at your comment. “Chefs? Nah, those lads and lasses wouldn’t do somethin’ like that for a bastard like me. Had to do it myself. And don’tcha worry, it ain’t a problem.”

”But aren’t you technically allowed to order them around? You are considered a part of the royal family.”

“Suppose so.”

His answer was oddly dismissive. Like, what do you mean, “suppose so”? It wasn’t like him at all to say something like that! Well…

You’d never hear this from him, but it was because he couldn’t stand the idea of admitting the fact that he made it for you as a way of showing his care, even though he already pulled up with it to your house. As he was beginning to make the meal, he did consider just having one of the chefs take over the job for him, but if he did that… how could he consider the gift his? How can he say he cooked the meat when he really didn’t? No, no! If that happened, he’d be demoted to some kind of fetch dog or delivery boy, and that’d defeat the whole purpose!

Again, not like you’d ever hear that.

”Still, it’s really good. You’re a great chef!”

You promptly devoured the entire plate. At this point, you didn’t even care that it came from the Dreaming Electric Sheep—it was damn tasty as hell!

Seeing you basically ravage that meal was a bit of a shock to him. You seemed so tired earlier, but now that you had food, you were suddenly so energetic! It wasn’t something he’d expect from the Captain of Knights—he’d heard many stories of you like how you’d heard many stories of him, even all the way out into the wild forest. The travellers in the area would shower your name with praises if ever mentioned, saying you were courageous, kind-hearted, intelligent, and more. They’d say you would persevere in working with even the most difficult individuals all for the sake of harmony—not just with them, but with the whole community, and eventually with yourself. It was all very impressive work you’d done, and so even before he even knew what your face looked like, he’d already built up a regal and pristine image of you in his head.

And seeing you act so wildly now, the same way he did with the sheep meat earlier, couldn’t help but bring a smile to his face. Yes… you were as human as anyone else was, had many complexities to your character—that made you even more beautiful in his eyes. He supposed he was wrong to assume you were entirely some kind of regal white knight in shining armor.

”Ya got some on your face. Here.”

Before you could reach out for a napkin to wipe any juices off of your cheek, or wherever it was, he already had a hand on your face gently wiping away the mess with his thumb. And as if that wasn’t enough, he then started licking the liquid off of that said thumb right after.

Damn that dog! Always doing crazy shit like that out of nowhere, and expecting you not to react!

”You—!” You huffed, although more in an embarrassed manner than before. “I could’ve gotten that on my own!”

“That’s too damn bad!”

He sat up so that he could get a better grip on you, and wrapped his arms around your waist. When that elicited a response even more powerful, he just simply buried his face into the crook of your neck and sniffed it. Why? Because he can.

You decided now is the time you’d stop trying to make sense of his strange actions, and simply resigned yourself to your fate.

”Well, I can’t sleep now that I’m full.” You sighed. “It’s all your fault. Also, I still don’t know why you had to do this during the middle of the night.”

”Ya gonna complain about gettin’ free food?”

”You know that’s not what I meant…”

”Ah, but that’s what it sounded like.” He took one big inhale of your scent.

“Ah!” You yelped in surprise. “Don’t… ugh, and don’t give me that. Just go to sleep!”

”Hmph. Good night then, love.”

”I told you to stop calling me… oh, whatever. Good night.”