#mainly his hair length; crown location; and the hope in his eyes

[citrusinicake]

the og m.o.b. showing off their makeup and nails

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[mackjlee9]

Corpse x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

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A sighed left (M/n)'s mouth as he stared up at the ceiling after checking the time on his phone, bored and annoyed. His boyfriend, who he got used to call Corpse, had been ignoring him for the past couple of days, whether it was intentional or not, he doesn't know, but it got on his nerves.

Right now, he was playing Among Us with other youtubers, and seemed to be having fun, (M/n) heard his laugh at times, which made him smile but at the same time, feel slightly jealous.

Two and a half hours had passed since he locked himself in his recording room, only getting up to got the bathroom but calling for him to get him some water. Now, it was one of those times.

"Babe!" He heard Corpse's deep voice calling out to him and he got up from the couch, pausing the movie he was watching but wasn't paying attention to. His feet took him to the closed door, opening it and peeking his head in, Corpse turned to look at him over his shoulder, pushing down his headphones, "Could you get me more water?"

(M/n) walked in and went to grab his boyfriend's water bottle right next to him, he looked up at him with his left eye and smiled, before putting his headphones back on and focusing back on the screen. The taller male walked out of the room and went to refill the bottle.

He stood there, contemplating life, asking himself how the fuck can he get Corpse's attention, and an idea popped up in his mind. It wasn't a good thing to do it, but he was desperate and in need of his cute boyfriend's attention, so he took a deep breath and prepared for what he was going to do.

(M/n) closed the already filled bottle and walked back to his boyfriend to give it back. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, Corpse glanced at him for an instant before focusing on doing a signature vent kill. He slowly walked closer, placing the bottle where he got it from and he stood there, behind the black haired male as he watched him play. It was so convenient that he wasn't recording or streaming.

He placed his arms around his shoulders, resting his chin on the crown of his head and the body was found, through the headphone he could hear the rest of the crewmates discuss the location of the body and who might be the possible killer. None of them sused Corpse obviously, he had his fellow impostor vouching for him, which made things easier for them.

No one was voted off, mainly because the votes tied, so the round continued, and (M/n) started his mischievous plan.

One of his hands started to travel down slow enough for Corpse to ignore it, until he felt how that same hand was pressing down on his crotch making him flinch.

"(M/n)... what are you doing?" Was all he could ask, feeling a shiver run down his spine as the taller male had leaned down to start pressing open mouthed kisses on the skin of his neck. (M/n) knew how sensitive Corpse's neck was, so he took advantage of that. "S-stop, babe... I'm p-playing now."

(M/n) hummed innocently, rubbing on the growing tent inside Corpse's jeans.

"I know, just ignore me, like you've been doing the past three days." Corpse's breath hitched as he felt the sneaky fingers of his boyfriend unbutton his jeans and undoing the zip, slipping inside his underwear.

He bit his lip as he felt how (M/n)'s hand began to rub up and down, stroking his length in a torturous slow pace, teasing his tip with his thumb. Corpse noticed that an emergency meeting has been called and he started to panic, feeling his body shaking with nervousness and anxiety. (M/n) noticed that and he moved next to his ear.

"If you are quiet they won't notice... you have to be a good boy, baby." Corpse closed his eyes tight, listening to his friends discuss something with one another. Toast noticed how Corpse's character had been kind of AFK so he questioned him about that.

The curly haired male felt his heart sink when he tried to think of an excuse.

"Um... (M/n) w-was sh-showing me something..." he managed to stutter out, hoping that they would believe him.

They seemed pretty much convinced with his excuse, so they all skipped vote and kept going with the game. Corpse tilted his head back, as he felt his erection throbbing, begging for realise, but (M/n) wasn't going to give him that just yet. The (h/c) haired male kept kissing and sucking on his neck, occasionally going up to his earlobe and softly bit it, tugging with his teeth on his earring.

Corpse's mind was blank, completely out of it, but for a reason totally opposite than usual. All that he could think about was, 'I want to cum,' and that's it. He didn't even tried to keep playing anymore, he was focused on the hand that was sending him to heaven, or hell for all he knew.

"(M-m/n), please... I wa-wanna c-cum-nghm~," the male just stared at his face, scanning it up and down over and over again, seeing the lusty look he had and the red on his cheeks. (M/n) bit his lip and leaned in to press a kiss against his boyfriend's soft lips.

Corpse let out a gasp as (M/n)'s hand squeezed his tip, making pre-cum ooze from his slit and wetting his hand. He was about to let him cum, when the screen darkened for an instant, before showing 'Victory' in blue letters.

As soon as they were back on the lobby, Valkyrae -his fellow imposter- asked him what happened to him, Corpse had no idea what to answer so (M/n) decided to talk in his place.

"Sorry, guys, I've been bothering Corpse so he couldn't play at the end there, I'm sorry," everyone understood and said that it was all good, before another round started. The discord call was muted once again.

"No no no, I-I can't play any-anymore... I'm not-gnh, focused r-right now..." Corpse squirmed on his chair, gripping tightly his computer mouse and letting out soft groans. Poor little Corpsey...

He got imposter again. With Sykkuno.

But even if he wasn't in a good state to keep playing, he tried his best and somehow, managed to sneak a kill before another body was reported. Corpse said where he was and everyone skipped, short with evidence.

(M/n) noticed how Corpse managed to play somehow good, so he dipped further into his plan.

He lifted his free hand up to his mouth and licked three fingers, slipping them inside his underwear and further down, gracing his entrance. Corpse's body tensed, trembling slightly as he couldn't help but whimper out loud.

"Babe, why...? Aah~ fuck, d-don't touch th-there..." he mumbled between ragged breaths, without noticing how he had killed a crewmate in front of someone else. He was instantly voted off when he couldn't say a believable excuse, and he got ejected from the ship.

(M/n) saw that as an advantage and pushed a finger inside of his boyfriend, making him wince in pain. Corpse turned towards the taller male, hiding his face on his neck, gasping and whimpering as he uncontrollably squirmed on his chair again. His teeth bit down on the soft flesh of (M/n)'s neck as he felt how his finger reached deep inside of him.

(M/n) started moving the hand on Corpse's dick again, making him moan his name as he thrusted his hips into his hand, breathing rapidly. He pushed a second finger in and started stretching him as he teased his shaft once again, pre-cum dripping in a big amount.

(M/n)'s fingers suddenly pressed on his prostate, rubbing it slowly and making his back arch, his body trembled as he moaned out loud, cumming inside his pants. Corpse was catching his breath once again, when he saw the round end, now the word 'Defeat' was displayed in red.

He thought this was it, that his boyfriend was going to leave him alone and he could play peacefully again, but little did he knew about (M/n)'s plan.

Another game started, and Corpse relaxed when the word 'Crewmate' showed up on his screen. He took a deep breath and started to do his tasks, but another finger was pushed inside of him, thrusting in and out roughly making him whimper and close his legs tightly. (M/n) growled on his ear lowly, something that made his body weak, good thing he was sitting down.

"Spread your legs, baby, I won't repeat myself." Corpse swallowed at the raspy voice of his boyfriend and he, hesitantly, obeyed. (M/n) hummed in approval when the curly haired male spread his legs open, allowing him to fuck him with his fingers.

Corpse clenched around the digits inside of him as they pressed on his prostate, making him bit down in his bottom lip so he wouldn't moan out loud. (M/n) was having fun, seeing how other crewmates walked up to Corpse's character and "danced" around him, as if trying to get his attention.

His (e/c) eyes saw how Corpse was holding tight on his mouse so he realized the pressure on his prostate, something that made the black haired male relax greatly. He must be done by now, right? He though as his eyes opened, turning to look at the screen.

He was standing in the same spot for the past minutes, nobody had killed him and nobody had called a meeting, so he assumed nothing was happening.

Taking a deep breath, he moved his character a coupe of steps, before (M/n)'s voice slipped through his headphone, echoing in the room.

Oh boy, he was in for a long night.

"Stand up, baby." He tensed up but his as he was told, grimacing at the wet and sticky feeling of his underwear.

(M/n) moved the chair back and sat down, taking his twitching erection out of his sweatpants and pulling down Corpse's jeans and underwear together, making him jump in surprised. Before he could say anything, (M/n) grabbed his hip and made him sit down on his lap, or well, that's what it seemed like.

The taller male made Corpse's hips align with his dick, the tip pressing on his stretched hole, and he lowered him on it slowly, until he was fully inside of his boyfriend.

Corpse stayed still, feeling how (M/n) was reaching inside deeper that he ever was, and stretching him to his limit. He held his breath, gasping for air as he could feel (M/n) in his stomach, filling him up more than ever.

Fortunately -or unfortunately- for him, (M/n) stayed completely still, breathing on the back of his neck and playing with his erection again. Corpse didn't knew if it was good or bad the fact that (M/n) wasn't moving, but he started to think it was a bad thing, because he could feel every inch inside of him, and every time he moved the slightest bit, his boyfriend's dick would rub against his sensitive insides. Right as he was about to do his last wire, a body was found.

His eyes went to the task bar, which was almost full, and yet, only one person was dead.

Everyone skipped and they ran around doing their tasks, before Poki stood in front Corpse, waiting for him to do his task. He panicked and with a trembling hand, he did his wires, going further into admin to do his card swipe.

As soon as he did that task, his body shook, a strangled moan getting out of him mouth.

(M/n) had started to move, thrusting inside of him as slow as he could, driving him crazy and making him whimper with need. He felt his boyfriend's fingers rub his cock at a steady pace, while the other one held his hips in place. Corpse swallowed, trying to keep doing his tasks to win the game, but it seemed impossible for him. He couldn't focus at all.

All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be bend over and fucked mercilessly by his boyfriend. He wanted to scream his name and lose his voice, completely losing his mind to the pleasure, but right now, he wasn't getting any of that, he felt so riled up and on edge, and he couldn't think about anything else.

Corpse struggled to open his map, and saw that had only two tasks left, so he attempted to do them, but thankfully, one of the imposters noticed his out-of-it behavior and killed him.

As a ghost, Corpse went instantly to do his long tasks, which were both at med-bay. He did the sample and stood in the scan.

As he did so, (M/n)'s hand had moved away from his erection and was holding onto his hips now, his thrusting starting to get faster. Corpse felt how the tip was pushing on his stomach, which made him moan out his name as he squeezed around him.

"Fuck fuck fuUccK... I-I n-need-mngh~ moreeee~, (M/n) please..." the (h/c) haired male noticed how the sample was done, so he got Corpse's attention.

"Do your last task, win the game, say you have to go and I can fuck you however you want." He whispered in a raspy voice. Corpse heard the lust and desperation on (M/n)'s voice and it made him feel better knowing that he wasn't the only one so needy for the other.

The pressed the button for the red sample and the game ended. Corpse took a deep breath as he pressed the Quit button, unmuting his discord for a moment.

"S-sorry, guys, I-I have to... go now," he muted again as he felt a moan being trapped on his throat and he heard everyone complaining about him having to leave, but they said goodbye anyways. "Go-goodbye..." he muttered and ended the call.

He took off his headphones and held himself with his desk, bouncing up and down on the big cock inside of him.

"FUCK! It feels so... gooood~, fuck me (M/n)... wreck me, fuck me as h-hard as you w-waAant-eunhg~," Corpse bit down on his lip, riding (M/n) and taking him deep inside. He lifted his shirt up to take it off and he whimpered at the sight of (M/n)'s tip pressing on his stomach, making a little bump appear.

Corpse kept moaning his name over and over, making (M/n) want to completely destroy him. He stood up from the chair, making Corpse bend on his desk and he started to thrust into him at an inhumane pace, reaching deep into his colon. Corpse's mind blanked totally, mixing moans with whimpers and screams, muttering his name like it was the only thing he could say.

(M/n) gripped his hips and lost himself in the tight and hot pleasure of his boyfriend's insides, leaning down and biting on his shoulder, leaving hickeys along his upper back as he kept fucking his brains out.

Corpse's mouth was wide open, drool dripping out the corners, his tongue slightly poking out and tears falling down his red cheeks. His mind was wrecked, he was incapable of thinking about other thing that wasn't (M/n)'s cock.

"AahH!! FuuUcck~ I... I'm g-go-gonna... cuuuum-FUCK!! (M/n)~!!" He screamed his name as he came on his chest, feeling his boyfriend riding his high, making him cum longer.

(M/n) growled when he felt Corpse clench around him, his thrusting becoming sloppy and with a last thrust, he came deep inside his cute boyfriend.

They panted as their caught their breathing. (M/n) pulled out slowly, observing how his cum was dripping out of his babe, and he almost had another erection, if it wasn't because of Corpse's painful whine.

He hurried to help him, and he sat on the chair, placing Corpse on his lap and caressing his back as he played with his curly locks, "Did I hurt you, baby?" He asked in a worried tone that made the black haired male chuckle.

"Not really... but I feel really embarrassed..." he his his face on (M/n)'s chest and squirming on top of him, whining as he felt how the warm semen inside of him started to come out even more. "Can you take a bath with me?"

"Of course," (M/n) smiled and kissed his forehead, holding him up and carrying him to the bathroom.

[heartbledwritingcommissions-blog]

The Adventures of Blade, Scythe, and Kiba and the Holy Grail

Commissionee: Fen'Harel on Virtual Space Amino

Length of commission: 2,000-2,500 words

Actual Word Count: 3,518

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Medieval Times

Outline/Prompt: Blade, Scythe, and Kiba; as gods, strive to entertain themselves in any way possible.

The day seemed like any other. Quite frankly a little boring to anyone’s taste. Everything seemed quite bland. Something desperately needed to change. At least, that is what Blade thought to himself as he had sat upon a chair with his most trusted friends and allies sitting next to him. The same friends and allies that he had known for ages. Though the relationship he currently had with them were that of lovers. The three of them were in a polyamorous relationship.

The Demon King sighed heavily and a yawn had escaped him as he rested his cheek against his palm with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair. He needed some sort of stimulation and he felt as though Scythe and Kiba needed it as well. He could see it on the expression that laid on their face.

His scarlet viper-like eyes had set upon their forms and he breathed through his nose, his forked tongue licking his lips slightly. Scythe’s aqua hair draped elegantly down her form to her knees like it always had seemed to be like since the moment he had met her in the camp up in the mountains after her father and mother had saved him, Kim and Amity. She had dawned on a long elegant white dress. It was nothing fancy, just something simple and plain as it was her outfit for hanging around the castle when it was most likely just the three of them around without much if any disturbances from apprentices or minions. She lightly tapped her fingers on the table in front of her to a soft beat she had in her head, though she knew not where it had come from. Perhaps it was her mother or on one of their adventures to a different world to cure their boredom. Which it seemed like they had needed right about now.

Meanwhile, Kiba had dawned on a black short sleeved shirt with matching black pants. He had sat in his chair backwards with his chin resting on the top of the chair. His deep purple eyes had a bored sunken expression set into them. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists in pure boredom in attempts to entertain himself just a little, but to no avail. His black wolf ears on the top of his head had twitched subconsciously. His fingers had tapped incessantly on the wooden table in front of all of them.

They currently resided in the dining hall of the large castle that Blade had acquired from becoming the Demon King from the previous Demon King, Scythe’s father. It wasn’t quite time to eat nor were any of them all that hungry either. Blade had had enough of this boredom and decided that he needed to take it into his own hands to entertain them as well as himself. He rose from his chair and in a single movement, he had reached his two closest allies, friends, and lovers. “Come, let’s find something to entertain us. Perhaps another land. One we have not visited previously. I’m feeling a little medieval, how about you two?” He had proposed as he had taken both of their hands and led them out of the room into another as he had opened up a door with his spiked onyx tail. Inside of that door sat a large swirling portal that took up the entire space of the door.

Neither Kiba nor Scythe had disagreed with him and went with Blade regardless if they had any qualms about accompanying him on a new adventure to cure their boredom. In fact, they had all looked to one another and exchanged smiles. Blade glanced down at Scythe and over to Kiba, asking them without saying a word if they were ready to begin something new, go on a new adventure in hopes of curing their boredom. Since they had all known one another for so long, words were not as apparent or necessary as they once were when they were all children. The Dread Wolf God had nodded his head, the Half-Angel Half-Demon had followed suit with a nod of her own.

Together, they all walked into the portal hand-in-hand. The portal disappeared in a spiral pattern as the three of them had passed through it. It spat them out in a different time period, in a different land. It was not quite immediately apparent where the portal had spat them out in besides it being in the Medieval era.

It all became clear when they had spotted 12 knights riding atop of horses with a certain crest upon the saddles of the horses. It had red fabric with a golden dragon sewn onto it. It was the crest of Camelot. The streets were filled with cobblestone ground and cobblestone walls around the kingdom. There were many houses made of planks of wood on this lower part of the kingdom’s land. The three of them looked up towards the large brick castle. The same crest that was on the horses’ saddles was hanging on the castle attached to poles.

Blade wore a smile on his face as he knew where they were, what role he could put himself into. He would put himself into the role of King Arthur Pendragon while Kiba as Sir Lancelot and Scythe as Guinevere. It was simple for him to transform himself into King Arthur and help the others get into their roles for the new ‘game’ of theirs.

He certainly couldn’t hold himself back when he took on this role. He was excited to see what would unfold this time around with this new ‘game’. The others seemed to have their own excitement and they seemed to not mind in the least in fitting themselves into their roles. Blade’s form had changed from the scarlet hair and eyes along with forked tongue and spiked tail to something more fitting to the part. His hair had quickly changed from a scarlet hue to a golden blond, his eyes changing from the scarlet viper eyes to a more pleasant blue color. He had seemed to lose the tail and his tongue had merged into a normal human tongue. He had applied a restraint to his powers to make him more human to fit the role. He had transformed his clothing as well to something more suitable. His normal clothing that consisted of a grey coat with a lighter grey fur collar, a black shirt and matching black pants to a white shirt with a light tan jacket and maroon pants.

Scythe had changed into a more fitting aqua dress with long sleeves that had split at the elbows for accessibility to be able to do more with the ability to roll up her sleeves if she must to keep them from getting dirty. She wore flat black shoes made from fabric with some sort of...almost rubbery substance at the sole of the shoe to keep the bottoms from getting wet or ruined in an attempt to make them last longer.

Kiba had changed a Knight of the Round Table outfit which consisted of chainmail armor with a large piece of fabric with the Camelot crest thrown over the chainmail armor. It was to show that he had represented the Kingdom of Camelot and that he was the Knight of the Round Table to those who knew what all the garb had meant. Once he had changed into his complete outfit, he had made his way over to a well and glanced at his reflection, grinning to himself a bit. “Hey, I look good in all of this garb. I may keep it for later.” He said mainly to himself, though he knew that his two partners had heard exactly what he said and knew what he had implied with the inflection he had given to it. It was a sly little inflection towards the last sentence that implied much more of something that a child wouldn’t be able to pick up on, but most adults would. Like Scythe and Blade.

Scythe had followed suit to see what she had looked like with this Medieval dress on. It wasn’t much different than what she would normally wear around the castle or around anywhere really. But it did have an air of appeal to it that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She hummed softly to herself. “I may have to keep this outfit as well. It is very fitting.” The dress had fallen at just the right length on her, just barely skirting the ground. As she was looking at her reflection, a crown had materialized up on her head, but more feminine than the one that now laid on Blade’s head.

Blade was ecstatic that both Scythe and Kiba had been so enthusiastic on the choice of destination he had for this new ‘game’ of theirs. Especially being excited for the roles that he had chosen them to play. He seemed to know what roles they had all preferred during any of the ‘games’ they had played. He wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders’ and pulled them close to his form in a friendly manner. Kiba seemed a little less than enthusiastic manner about all of that, but he went along with it as best as he could for the moment. He half-expected Blade to take the leading role like he always had, but it would cure the boredom in the end so he wasn’t too upset. “Come on, let’s get going. We have Camelot to rule.” He mentioned as he had escaped the grasp of Blade and pointed up to the large castle in front of them.

“Right! Time for us to play another ‘game’ shall we.” Scythe said in a gentle tone as she had glanced up at the two males in front of her, past the hold of Blade.

It didn’t take them a lot of time to walk their way to the castle and through the village in the lower part of the kingdom. They had each played through roles effectively, perfectly nailing what they would do or say to the village people while they trekked to the castle. It was a touch farther to make it to the throne room and Blade had sat down in the King’s chair while Scythe had sat in the Queen’s chair, Kiba found himself leaning against a pillar that was to the left of the King’s chair. In this case, Kiba was in the role of Sir Lancelot and being the King and Queen’s bodyguard in the ‘game’ of theirs in Camelot.

A half an hour had passed before a few royal guards had entered into the throne room. “King Arthur and Queen Guinevere! We have heard word that the Holy Grail has been located inside the Forest of the Lost inside of a dark cavern! The very same one that has been said none have returned from alive to tell the tale.” They all had said this in unison or rather as best they could in unison, two or three of them had said just a fraction of a second later than the others.

Blade, acting as King Arthur, had nodded his head and stood tall from his throne. “Thank you for informing me. I shall go with my best Knight of the Round Table, Sir Lancelot to find the Holy Grail and bring it back to Camelot.” He responded to the guards, later glancing at his ‘Sir Lancelot’ Kiba and then over to his ‘Queen Guinevere’ Scythe. He had taken Scythe’s hand and kissed the back of her palm. “I shall return to you safely, I promise.” His tone was soft and caring, as ‘King Arthur’ should be to his queen. He had received a kiss on the cheek in return for the one he had given her on the back of her hand. “Please do. I shall be waiting for you in our quarters.” Scythe as ‘Queen Guinevere’ said in her soft and gentle tone.

With the formalities out of the way, ‘Sir Lancelot’ and ‘King Arthur’ had set off to the Forest in search of the cave for the fabled Holy Grail. The other Knights were busy after returning from their journey to hunt and gather resources for Camelot, returning to their wives and children. This left only ‘Sir Lancelot’ Kiba to follow ‘King Arthur’ Blade on his journey to find the Holy Grail.

The journey to the Forest of the Lost had been a tedious one, but it was rather fun in Blade’s eyes. Sure he had ridden on horseback plenty of times when they would play a ‘game’, but being ‘King Arthur’ that was different and new for him. To be a ruler of such a prestigious and well known Kingdom in may of the versions of Earth was quite exhilarating. It was fun and he was rather giddy about the whole thing inside as he was playing the role perfectly with his ability to do so as it paired with his shapeshifting ability.

The ride through the Forest of the Lost an oddly peaceful one with just the two of them on their horses. They were clad in some chainmail armor with their swords strapped to their sides. The Forest of the Lost was hardly a well traveled place as not many were known to return back from traversing in it. They didn’t have a lot of company. Playing the ‘King Arthur’ role, Blade knew roughly of the whereabouts of this cave where the supposed Holy Grail was located. But Kiba being as ‘Sir Lancelot’ had been well versed in the lay of the land as they say.

Though it was curious that a pair of the guards had found out about the whole thing if a small amount of people had been known to not return from the Forest let alone this cave where the Holy Grail had been found.

But that wouldn’t matter in this story, would it? Though a little bit of help from some supernatural powers would make it possible for the King of Camelot to learn about the whereabouts about some relic. Kiba was no fool to such helpful mystic forces, but it did make it entertaining nonetheless with this ‘game’ of theirs. It seemed to all fit into the theme of their ‘game’ and into the roles that they had. Camelot was known for their magical influences. He found himself smiling over towards the ‘King Arthur’ form of Blade and he found it rather ravishing to look at. Granted, he thought the same about Scythe and her outfit as Guinevere. “This way, sire. The cave that we seek should only be another five minute ride if we take this trail.” Kiba said in the role of ‘Sir Lancelot’ while pointing towards the somewhat clear dirt path that had a mysterious imprint of hooves in the mud. “I shall follow your lead, Sir Lancelot. Ride on.” Blade said as ‘King Arthur’, nodding his head and directing his noble steed with a tug of the reins to the path ‘Sir Lancelot’ had pointed out. Kiba had tugged on his steed’s reins and whipped them once, speaking the command to make the horse head in the direction it had been directed towards. The ride was indeed a short one and when they had reached their destination, there was a large cave entrance that seemed to span half of the height of the large pine trees surrounding it. There were pinecones settling at the base of the cave entrance and a few leaves from the other types of trees that circled around this cave.

The cave itself seemed to have sprung out of nowhere by magic. There was a mysterious aura surrounding the entrance. Something seemed to draw Blade in. Something strange. He had no clue what it was, but he assumed that it was the Holy Grail. He had whipped the reins, causing the horse to move forward towards the cave. The horse had stopped as if a forcefield was keeping it at bay. Blade dismounted from the horse and proceeded closer to the entrance, Kiba following suit.

They had entered the cave with ease, nothing seemed to feel any different once they were inside. At least not to ‘Sir Lancelot’. Something had drew in ‘King Arthur’.

Blade traversed forward, lighting a torch with a flint he had in a pouch. The dark cave had become lit instantly. The cave begun to shake and a large segment of the cave had dropped down from the ceiling causing a piece of rock to block Kiba from following Blade. Kiba tried to move the boulder, but to no avail. It was heavier than what he could currently lift in this form and certainly his role in this ‘game’ wouldn’t be able to move it. “Sire! I can not move the boulder! You will have to move on without me!” He called out from behind the rock.

“I am so sorry for this ‘Sir Lancelot’, if I had known, I wouldn’t have insisted that you come with me.” He called back, pressing his hand against the boulder between them. “I shall return with the Holy Grail.” With that, he had set off further into the cave with the only source of light he had from the torch taken from the cave wall.

The length of the cave had seemed endless. Like it could go on forever. This was not the case, however. After about three meters of walking, Blade had found a large open area of the cave with three tunnels ahead of him. He listened closely to each tunnel before he had chose the one in the center after he felt the same force that had pulled him towards the entrance, pull him towards the center tunnel. After traversing to the end of the tunnel, he had found a large body of water.

A large womanly form had emerged from the center of the water and sprung to his height. The woman had looked divine with all of her curves and made from the water she had come from. “Are you here for the Holy Grail?” The woman had asked, turning its gaze over to ‘King Arthur’ and raised a watery eyebrow, tipping her head to the side. “Yes, m’lady. I am here for the Holy Grail. What must I do to attain such an artifact?” Blade asked, following what his role had dictated him to do.

The woman would have normally looked scorned or angry that yet another male had wanted the grand artifact that was the Holy Grail that she had currently possessed. But she did not feel that way towards this man. This ‘King Arthur’. She wondered why that was, though brushing it aside after a small while. “You must simply answer a question I have for you. If you answer correctly, I shall give you the Holy Grail.” “Anything, m’lady.” Blade responded kindly as to his role as ‘King Arthur’. “Ask what you must.”

“What are you willing to sacrifice in order to attain the Holy Grail? Your money? Your kingdom? Your people? A few foot soldiers?” The woman had asked, now towering over ‘King Arthur’ as she waited for her answer.

Blade took a deep breath before answering truthfully as to what he would sacrifice for the grand artifact, though as ‘King Arthur’ would have. “I would sacrifice myself. I would sacrifice my life so my people could have the Holy Grail. I would sacrifice everything about myself and leave it all to my people.”

The woman had seemed to be pleased by the answer and shrunk back to his height. “Is that your final answer?” She questioned gently.

“Yes.” Blade answered simply. He was expecting that he would end up ‘dying’ in this ‘game’ because of his answer. Though it was the truest answer he could have given with his role as ‘King Arthur’.

With one large sweep of the woman’s hand, the Holy Grail had appeared in the hands of Blade, untarnished. She simply nodded her head and everything had gone black for Blade.

He had woken up later in his quarters with both Kiba and Scythe standing over him. ‘Guinevere’ had two chalaces in her hands filled with wine, one for him and one for herself. ‘Sir Lancelot’ had one for himself, filled to the brim with the wine. “You did it, my love. You attained the Holy Grail. The entire kingdom wants to celebrate.” She said softly, smiling over towards her ‘husband’.

Blade was pleased with himself about that fact. He thought that it was all an illusion casted upon him from the water woman from the cave. Though it was not. “Let us celebrate our own ways, shall we?” He asked, his blue eyes turning back into their scarlet viper hues. With that, they had managed to cure their boredom and the three of them had become one in a sense of the word in their own forms, but with the same Camelot outfits they had dawned on for this ‘game’ of theirs.

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Reyna Writes: Hello Again - A Louper Reunion Fic

@miracusims

:D

(Two things: let it be known that I know nothing about hacking, and that this is canon divergent...but I’m a fanfic writer, so that should surprise no one. :P)

Okay, fiddle with a code here, enter a new algorithm there--whoa, seriously? Someone was trying to trace him? Really?

Louis snorted and ducked through another digital backdoor, leading the tracer astray with a false IP address. Once that was done, he continued on with his work, smirking all the while. This was way too easy at this point--either Louis had gotten way too good at what he does, or his targets just kept getting dumber and dumber. Either way, this was basically child’s play now.

There was a small tap to his arm, and Louis paused.

Speaking of children...

“Yes, my butterfly princess?” Louis asked, wrapping up his work to turn and smile at his adorable daughter, who might have her absent mother’s dark hair, but she had his face, and his eyes. She was clad in her fourth favorite fairy princess outfit today, her plastic crown sitting dutifully atop her brown locks as she patted the table with her hands, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“I’m hungry,” she said softly, patting her stomach to be sure her meaning came across. Mariposa was a soft-spoken child; because she often had trouble hearing others without her hearing aids, she didn’t like to speak too much unless it was with someone she knew, and even then, she tended to be very hushed. But Louis was attuned to her enough by now that her soft voice was never an issue.

“I know, sweetie,” Louis assured her, lowering the top of his laptop for a moment to give his daughter his full attention. “Food will be coming soon; just wait a little longer. Oh, and Grandma and Auntie Emma are coming to eat breakfast with us! Isn’t that nice?”

Mariposa’s eyes lit up.

“I like Grandma and Auntie Emma,” she gushed with a heart-melting smile that made Louis’ heart soar and ache at the same time. He was so, so glad to have access to female role models for his daughter; everyone thought he was crazy for raising a child on his own at so young an age, but really, it wasn’t like he wasn’t without help when he needed it.

“I’m glad,” he said, kissing Mariposa’s forehead before nudging some crayons the restaurant had given her towards her. “They’ll be here soon. Right now, Daddy has to finish up some work, so can you wait for a couple minutes?”

“Okay.”

“There’s my good girl.”

Louis lost himself in coding and hacking for a little longer, until a familiar pair of voices and laughter intruded upon his subconscious. He quickly shut his laptop and dropped it into his messenger bag under the table, hitching on a grin as Emma and their mother, Marinette, appeared, looking like they were laughing and joking about something as he waved them over.

“There’s my brother!” Emma enthused, leaning over to embrace him. “You know, you missed the last dinner party Lotte and I had...”

“Sorry, I had to work,” Louis replied with a cringe, getting up to kiss his mother’s cheek, who glanced around them in confusion.

“Louis, where’s my granddaughter? I thought you were bringing Mariposa to breakfast, too...”

“Oh, she’s right--”

When Louis turned around and saw his daughter’s empty chair, his good mood vanished immediately.

“Oh no...Mari? Mari, where are you? Mariposa!” Louis shouted, when crouching under the table did not reveal Mariposa’s location to him.

Emma’s eyes widened.

“You...didn’t lose her, did you...?”

“No! She was right here! Mariposa! MARIPOSA!”

“Calm down, Louis!” Marinette insisted, taking her son’s shoulders and squeezing them, a determined fire blazing in her bluebell eyes; not even age could stop her when one of her own was threatened. “We will find her. For now, let’s just split up and search the restaurant. I’ll speak to the manager, and you two ask if any of the staff or the other customers have seen Mari, all right?”

“Oh...okay,” Louis said, forcing himself to breathe, though it did little to loosen the anxious ball in his chest. He was a single father--this exact scenario was one of his worst recurring nightmares. Damn it! Why didn’t he pay more attention?! What if she had gotten kidnapped right from under his nose?! Oooh, when he found the bastard who dared to touch his daughter, he was going to doxx him so hard--

As the bus left the bus stop, Piper sighed, brushing a hand over her short hair. It felt weird to have it this length again, almost like she had regressed to her teenage years, but her red braids had stuck out a little too much, and therefore were impractical for the mission she had just completed at last, after four long years of being undercover, with no contact with her friends and family whatsoever...

Piper glanced around her, not surprised that she barely recognized anything; it was the city, after all. Things were always changing here.

Picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, Piper idly patted her stomach as it rumbled uncomfortably. Right, she hadn’t eaten anything since last night...maybe she’d stop by a food kiosk and grab something to go on the way to her parents’ place. Piper smiled, thinking of the look on her mother’s face when Piper showed up unannounced, about all the things she had to tell her father (though some of the details were classified, unfortunately), and everything Dom would want to catch her up on...

Piper paused, frowning to herself. The noises of the city were just as she remembered them--loud. But the reason Piper was so good at a job not many others could do was because she had keen senses. And right now, though the ambience of San Myshuno threatened to overwhelm her, Piper was sure she could hear the snifflings of a child...a child nearby...?

Following her instincts, Piper stepped closer to the building nearest to her, side-stepping a harried looking man who appeared late for work, her eyes narrowing as she edged her way around what looked like a bagel shop, tilting her head to listen.

Yes, the crying was getting louder. She moved further into an alleyway, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the dumpster in front of her. For a moment, she stared at it, wondering if the crying was coming from there (and appropriately horrified if it was), but she peeked in and found nothing. Yet the crying still persisted...

Piper peeked around the edge of the dumpster, and it was there that she found the source of the crying: what looked to be a young girl, her head buried in her arms as her purple princess dress was ruffled up underneath her, her tiara slumping sideways on her head. Pity swelled within Piper, and she crouched down in front of the girl.

“Hello?” She called softly, “are you okay?”

The girl did not respond, and so Piper tried again.

“Hello? Miss? What’s the matter? Do you need help?”

Still, the child cried. Piper bit her lip, wondering if she should just mind her own business. But it wasn’t like she could just leave the girl to her own devices; someone was probably looking for her. And what kind of person would Piper be if she just left a lost child on her own...?

Resolving to try one more time, Piper carefully tapped the child’s arm.

The girl jolted; apparently, she hadn’t realized someone was there. Piper hastened to put on a friendly smile as she met the girl’s tear-filled eyes...huh. That...was strange. Piper rather felt...well, it was probably nothing, but those eyes...why were they familiar...?

Pushing past it, Piper spoke to the girl once again.

“Hello. Are you okay? Do you need help?”

The girl stared at her. Piper kept her smile, but her brows furrowed a little.

“Where are your mommy and daddy? Are you lost?”

Still, the girl stared. Her lips trembled, and a shaking hand touched her ear. This made Piper curious. Could the girl...not hear her?

Working on her hunch, Piper brought up her hands, gesturing first to the girl, and then bringing her hands in, twirling her index fingers around each other.

“Do you know sign language?”

The girl’s eyes widened, and she brought up a fist, gesturing as if she was knocking.

“Yes!”

Oh thank god, common ground. Piper smiled and continued to sign, mouthing the words as she went, even though the girl was mainly watching her hands.

“Do you need help?”

“Yes!” The girl signed again, looking tearful once more. “I don’t know where I am! I lost my hearing aids!”

Ah. Well, naturally, that made things ten times scarier, didn’t it? Poor thing.

“I will help you,” Piper promised, smiling gently at the girl with strangely familiar eyes. “Do you know where your mommy is?”

The girl’s face fell, and she glanced down as she raised her index and middle finger twice, tapping them against her thumb.

“No.”

Uh-oh. Why did Piper feel like she touched a nerve?

“How about your daddy?” She tried, hoping against hope that she wasn’t wedging her foot further into her mouth with this question. She watched as the child bit her lip, glancing around.

“I don’t know...I went outside to find my grandma, but then I got lost...”

Hmm.

“Do you remember where you were when you went outside?”

The girl’s face scrunched up in concentration, and Piper tried not to smile. But she was such a cute little girl, probably no older than five. Sitting here in her pretty purple princess dress and tiara, how could Piper not find her adorable?

But then the girl signed something strange. Piper raised an eyebrow, repeating the sign to verify that that was indeed what the girl meant, because if Piper’s sign language was correct (and it should be, since she studied religiously), the girl was talking about some kind of blue elephant. But that couldn’t be right...could it?

Curious now, Piper pulled out her phone, typing in ‘blue elephant’ in the search bar of her internet app. As she waited for it to load, she glanced up, smiling again at the girl, for she had taken to staring at her again.

“I’m Piper,” she told the girl, “nice to meet you.”

“My name is Mariposa,” the girl replied. Piper grinned.

“That’s a pretty name.”

Mariposa smiled, her cheeks dimpling, and Piper had to control the urge to squish the child’s cheeks. They were on a first name basis, sure, but that didn’t mean she could just casually touch her...

Her phone chimed, and Piper glanced down, raising her eyebrows at the results that popped up. Well, look at that--there was a fusion restaurant called “Aoi Zo” a couple blocks away. Piper had never heard of it...but then again, she had been gone for a few years...

“Let’s go find your dad,” Piper said, straightening up and offering her hand to Mariposa. She hesitated, and abruptly, Piper realized how sketchy this situation might look to an outsider. “Your daddy told you not to trust strangers, huh?”

Mariposa slowly nodded. Piper smiled, crouching down again to meet Mariposa’s eyes.

“I understand. Do you want to wait here so I can bring your daddy to you?”

Mariposa’s eyes widened, and she swiftly shook her head. Ooh, that wasn’t a good idea either, was it? She could totally get snatched the minute Piper’s back was turned...that would be a fun explanation to give to her father...

Piper sighed softly as she tried to think of a way to avoid making the kid uncomfortable while reuniting with her father, pushing her hair out of her face. She startled when Mariposa abruptly jumped to her feet, blinking as Mariposa, with wide eyes, grabbed her wrist and tugged it forward.

“What--oh,” Piper said, laughing a little as Mariposa stared, apparently entranced by the tiny fox tattoo on her forearm. “Yeah, that’s--”

“The fox!” Mariposa squeaked out loud, startling Piper again. Whoa, this kid was just full of surprises. “You’re the fox!”

“Uh?” Piper began, totally confused. Sure, she had a fox tattoo, but that didn’t mean she was a fox--well, not that she was unattractive, she was very attractive, and she knew it, but...okay, things were a bit off-track here. Why was she being likened to a fox again?

Whatever the reason, Mariposa was certainly excited now; she didn’t seem to be interested in signing anymore as she pulled on Piper’s wrist, heading down the alleyway.

“Come on, come on! You have to see my daddy!”

“Whoa--Kid, slow down!” Piper called after the girl, though she knew it was useless, since Mariposa had her back to Piper as she rushed forward, back onto the sidewalk and through a couple crosswalks that were (THANKFULLY) green. For someone so small, she sure had a lot of energy...

A blue elephant sign crossed Piper’s line of vision for a brief moment, and she was relieved that the place was so close--

“Excuse me! Ma’am, have you seen this girl? Look, this is her--she’s about this tall, and her name is--no? Okay, uh, sir! Sir, do you have a minute? Please, sir, my daughter is--”

That voice...

Mariposa pulled Piper through the crowded intersection in front of the restaurant, and it was finally here that Piper dug in her heels, pulling Mariposa to a stop with her...for right before her very eyes was--

“Excuse me, have you seen--!”

Familiar green eyes met hers. Piper stared, surprised into stillness as the blonde man before her lowered his phone, his mouth open.

“...Piper,” Louis breathed, and something Piper thought long buried and dead stuttered to life inside her, a tiny flame flickering--

She quickly snuffed it out and shut her expression down. No, she was not going to do this. It had been years since she last spoke to Louis, years since she last saw him. Things had changed, and she was different now. She had moved on, damn it!

In fact, she was ready to move on right here and now, ready to march away without looking back--

The little hand clutching hers let go, and before Piper could stop her, Mariposa flew at Louis, crying, “Daddy!”

“Mari!” Louis cried, kneeling down and clutching the girl to him tightly, relief flooding his features before he pulled back, his brows coming together as he said sternly, “I was worried sick! You should know better than to--wait, where are your hearing aids?”

...There was no way this was real life.

Piper must have stumbled into some alternate universe after she had come back from being undercover for so long. Things were different, but they couldn’t be that different! Because there was no way--no way in hell--that Louis was actually...

“...Did she just say...‘Daddy’?”

To be continued~ ;)