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[mntdenouement]

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[petrikaira]

The Butler

Chapter 10: Butler's Trial

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Rating: T For teen

“As it were, then,” King Mifispectuus said. 

Deliberations were started. Butler’s ears tuned in and out of them- there were suggestions to turn him into a tree, a pear, a mushroom. There were discussions from the demons to cut off his hands, as technically he had stolen something from the fae court- hope of an heir. Someone suggested turning him into a wolf steed for the king and queen of the fae to ride, which was a suggestion that came surprisingly from the raw cow looking demon.

Butler vowed if he ever saw them on the street to walk the other way.

Lucky for him, none of the suggestions seemed to be sticking. 

That was, until Prince Yuki looked up with a bright, crooked smile. Butler’s blood dropped a few degrees. Nothing cold enough to freeze, but enough to be wary. He knew what was coming. Now it was time for something draconian. He could already feel the blade placed against his wrist, his ankle, perhaps even his tail. His fur felt clammy. 

“What if,” Prince Yuki said. “Our Butler gave you his fertility?”

The discussions that hung in the forest air ground to a halt. A wave of excitement rushed over Butler. Fertility! Something he genuinely did not care about. He had never truly wanted children. There was always a small voice wondering about pups, about little bars of fur to hold- but it had always been small and the more he had ruminated on his own children the more disgusted he had been. Having to take care of all of those needs. To teach some sort of morality, or immorality if he was inclined- how much work. How much care. The notion of children was not one he enjoyed.

“Excuse me?” Queen Liita asked.

“What if our Butler gave you his fertility? His ability to bear children? Then he’s fulfilling his part of this! And you can have your own children- I bet I could transfer it over to you.”

The prince said it with such a jovial smile that Butler knew he could do it. All he could see in his mind's eyes were his cell bars bending under the prince’s hands like they were made of water, and hear the echoes of the old tales. 

It dawned on him this was his chance. He had to give this his all, like he had never acted anything in his life. All he needed was that bit of him that had considered his own children, his own pups. It still lived deep in his chest. 

“You can’t do that!” He cried. “Oh Prince, please! Think of me- I have always wanted my own children-”

And that part of him bloomed. Suddenly, he had never wanted anything in his life more than to have his own children. The ache in his chest was real. He would have given them better names than any of the names that had been his, all boiling down to dog and wolf. He would name them thrilling, terrifying things. Things like Hla’wryn, the one who brings fire or maybe Balmoreth, to crush skulls. Things that fit strong clawed demons. He would hold those little claws in his hands, smooth the soft pelt furs. 

He clutched at his chest and fell to his knees. “Please, your majesties, not that!” His voice cracked with the weight of what they would be taking away from him. 

There was a flurry of voices from the jury. Butler looked up at them, and the royals with the biggest, most begging eyes he could. That was his unborn children on the line! Across from his puppy dog stare, Queen Liita’s face was opening into a brilliant smirk. His insides twisted. 

“You know- that is a wonderful idea,” she said. “You could really do that, could you? Transfer it? We could take it away, but a transfer-”

“Of course,” Prince Yuki said. His voice held a rumbling laugh. “It might still take you two time, since I will be splitting it between you two but you will have children.”

King Mifispectuus settled, his face on Butler. Butler clutched his hands. “Please, sire, don’t do this-” he said. “Please. After all I have done-”

A flash of anger as bright as fire flit across King Mifispectuus’ face. “After all you have done, I should be doing much worse! I will gladly take that right from you.”

“But, please, sire, this is- this is awful-” Butler cried. He had to tread carefully, here. Part of him wanted to add something injurious and even more insulting, but he was sure if he did things would be worse for him.

The part of him that didn’t want children was trying hard not to frolic in the midst of his own mind. It would be gone from him, no matter who he lay with in the future. He would never have to worry about taking care of something so small and helpless. He would never have to worry about feeding, or caring, or anything.

He let the small part of him scream and cry for what it was missing. He was no liar, but the truth came in a veracity of color. 

“We allow votes from the members of the jury,” Queen Aikaterine called over his whines. “Done in secret deliberation.”

He pressed his fingers to his eyes and pretended to sob, softer, quieter. The jury needed to be in on his misery, he decided. He needed them to think it was what was right. 

“As you will then, let them make their votes,” King Mifispectuus said. “The decision in our courts ultimately rides with us.”

“Then, with me as well,” Queen Aikaterine said. “He is our butler.”

“As it were then,” Queen Liita said. She turned to the jury. “Deliberate.”

There was a murmur and Butler felt himself take a little sob. So, once more the jury withdrew to take a vote and deliberate over Butler’s punishment. Queen Aikaterine waved a hand, and food was taken from somewhere behind them and met with pitchers of ale and barm from the fae courts like this had been planned, like they were having a picnic. The dance of politics was so exact, but for once Butler was glad Queen Aikaterine knew how to lead it. 

Still, there was a slight sting that he had not been part of the food plans at all. He was their Butler. This was his job. 

Whatever. It was not his concern. 

He was not bitter about it. 

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[bunbun206]

I forgot to post page 6 so I’m posting it with page 8. These were very fun to make and I think they turned out well

[akasanata]

Today's Dracula manga art was 👌👌*chef's kiss*

First, the mirror incident. The terror in Jonathan's face, Dracula's expression. Perfect.

Of course, one of our favorite lines:

The inconvenience of not having a mirror sjsjsjshhs Jonathan is too cute

Then Jonathan realizing he's a prisioner

And regaining his wits

As a bonus, housemaid Dracula:

[topicaltropic]

EPISODE 8 OF THE DUNGEONS AND DADDIES GRAPHIC NOVEL IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER !

READ THE SAMPLE NOW HERE

[posallys]

im just saying that if netflix picked up the pjo adaptation it wouldn't be nearly as watered down

[kristenebria]

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[fumifooms]

Chilchuck being crass/horny/dirty-minded compilation

Thank you @lucky-fy for the french panel! He himself made a more in depth post about it here, but I tried concisely explaining it in ALT text.

More debatable ones under cut

🤨 innuendo about womanizers? What’s with that face? Also him flinching at the first sound of Marcille bathing. Could have added the extra about him wondering about her bathroom habits but let’s not go there today lol. Seems like he tends to visualize stuff he hears, and to jump to conclusions.

[genesisgijinka]

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There is defs an adjustment period when it comes to mega evolving

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I have to write a relatively long German paper, and man its just so difficult for me. The pro side is that I can pick any topic I want, so of course I picked Charles VI. But I've literally not written any German in months, and I'm almost 100% sure our prof doesn't actually read them. I should just write and submit boy king fic....

[usaac-official]

An 8th Pursuit Group P-40 on display during the National Defense exhibit in Washington, D.C., July 1941

[akasanata]

HE'S SO CUTE!

[nomsfaultau]

I think it’s very iconic of me to (no matter what fic I’m writing) always ensure that Kristin Minecraft gets the one ‘fuck’ word that my PG-13 rating allows. She deserves it.

[proto-language]

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