#please don't let any harm befall them

[thesoulbox]

I LOVE THEM WITH ALL OF MY HEART, THEY ARE SO SILLY AND I WANNA PICK THEM BOTH UP AND SHAKE THEM AFFECTIONATELY, THEY DESERVE NOTHING BUT THE BEST AND THEY ARE MY FAVORITEST DUO IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, ENJOY MY DOODLES..

[thekidsralright]

a love worth fighting for.

pairing: abby anderson x f!reader

synopsis: anderson is the name on everybody's lips when it comes to discussing the newest up-and-coming boxers of the season. with the help of her coach and you by her side, she's going for the world title. but what will she have to sacrifice to get there?

an: so, it's finally here. this is a big one for me folks - i'd go as far as to say the biggest fic i've ever worked on. ever. i'd love for this to be multi chapter, but that depends on the reception part 1 receives. if you like it, please reblog and let me know your thoughts. i'm proud of this, so be kind with your comments x

warnings: 18+ mdni. violence, swearing, references to smut (despite this chap not having any super explicit content, if i decide to continue this fic there will defo be heavy smut in the next upload - so don't even bother reading the first part if you're not of age).

The MC’s voice reverberates throughout the stadium, drowning out the cacophony of cheers, boos, and overarching buzz from the crowd. You could never predict who they would back until the night, usually finding that boxing fans are easily swayed depending on who gets the first punch in. You were hoping all support would be directed at her tonight, god she needed it. Trying to maintain a positive attitude is hard when your girlfriend's opponent is making his way into the ring, his impressive height and wide, muscular shoulders towering leagues above his teams; arms raised, working the crowd and hyping them up in anticipation for the fight to come. They’re already eating out of his hands, the bastards.

“Ladieeees and Gentlemaaan! Welcome to the main event. In the blue corner, weighing in at 188 pounds, undefeated in 48 fights; he needs no introduction folks - it’s the man, the beast, Zach ‘Thunderstorm’ Norriiiiiis!”

The crowd roars in excitement, slapping their hands together and pumping their fists in the air. Zach is one of the nation's favourites, as any undefeated boxer would be. The nickname ‘Thunderstorm’ came from the sound his opponent’s bodies would make when they hit the canvas, like the crack of lightning. You look ahead with a neutral expression, keeping your eyes focused on the empty archway ahead of you - trying not to zero in on just how big his arms were. How they could crush someone's airways, smash apart their ribs, do irreplaceable damage.

You inherently hated what your girl did as a profession, hated the way she put herself in harm's way time after time after time. But there was also a part of you that admired her for it, for the unbreakable determination that radiated from her - if she got beaten down, she would get right back up and come at you even harder. It’s what kept forcing you to show up. That, and also the tiny factor of being absolutely in love with the woman. But when she got hurt, which seemed to be every other day lately, you really wanted to grab a hold of her fucking head and shake the-

“Aaaaand coming into the red corner, Thunderstorm’s opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds. She hails from Salt Lake City, and is rising through the ranks quickly. With 30 wins, 24 of them coming by way of knockout, give it up for the new kid on the block -  it’s Abbyyyyyy Andersooooon!”

And here she comes, bowling out of that archway with Coach right on her tails; the hood of her red robe covering her plaited hair, matching red gloves already fastened and ready. Even from where you were waiting by the stalls, you could see the all-too-familiar expression that befalls her face before every fight. Eyes so dark they look black, focused, unwavering; brimming with unshed aggression that are preparing for the violence that is about to ensue. 

Frightening. Arousing. Another reason you’re still with her.

Abby ducks under the ropes of the ring, bouncing on her feet as she grounds herself on the canvas before moving over to her corner where Coach is now waiting. As you rush up to them, Coach gives you the look he always does before a fight - the type that screams, ‘you shouldn’t be here, girl.’ He thinks you’re a distraction, an irritating fly he’d rather swat away so he can make sure his prized money maker has the best chance at winning. You weren’t giving in that easily. Coach could go to hell for all you cared; you knew his real motivations when it came to all of this. Abby may regard him like a father, but you saw him for what he really was. A leech.

Coach shouts up into Abby’s ear, her head bent in concentration - “He’s a fucking showman. That, and a bit of muscle. You know you got the upper hand tactically; he has no fucking clue what’s about to hit him. Just stay focused Anderson, and this bout is yours.”

Abby nods resolutely, eyes trained on the canvas as she rolls her shoulders back and cracks her neck. Coach’s hands come up to grip the ropes between them.

“You gotta win this champ, you can win this. Just don’t. get. distracted.”

Both Coach’s and Abby’s eyes turn to you at the same time as you offer up a reassuring smile to your girlfriend, also now clutching at the ropes that separate you.

“You got this babe.”

She nods quickly and gives a tight smile, but you can tell from the tense line of her shoulders that she’s stressing out. Yes she’s fought before, but it was never on this big of a scale. Never against opponents like him. It was what Coach insisted was the next step –

“You wanna face off a load of wimps Anderson? Or do you wanna make it to champion status?... Yeah? Of course you fucking do. Then you gotta get in front of the crowds and beat the shit out of the favourites.” 

Easy for him to say, he’s not the one going up against an undefeated fighter. But you had faith in your girl. That was never going to change. You move closer to the ring as she crouches down into the corner, Coach double checking he has all the supplies that she would need between rounds. You take her face in your hands through the division of the ropes and pull her in for a quick kiss - before she can move away, you hold her there and take her chin in your grip, eyes lingering on hers.

“Win this…like I know you can, and then come home and fuck me like a champion.”

You don’t give her time to respond as you let her face go and back away, moving into the crowd as you cheer her name. That posture of stress has eased slightly, and a smug smile is planted on her face instead. Coach, of course, comes and wipes that smirk away as he puts her mouthguard in, holding her head still as he most likely shouts some type of bull at her once again. But of course, she’s listening to him like it’s gospel. Amped up and ready to fight, Abby raises herself to full height, bouncing on her feet and swinging her arms to the side. The crowd aren’t sure what to make of her, most of them never even hearing her name before. But there is the occasional cheer for “Anderson!” amongst the rally of support for Norris. After all, people do love an underdog.

The announcer calls Abby and Norris into the middle of the ring, a hand on both of their chests as he explains, “Now I want a nice, clean game. Nothing below the belt. Are we clear?”

Both nod, pressing against the MC’s outstretched hands in an act of intimidation towards the other. Abby’s face is like stone, never breaking eye contact and standing strong. Norris on the other hand, his smirk was the show of pure arrogance. She better fuck this dickhead up. Both back away from each other, getting into a southpaw stance as the MC’s voice rings out for the last time. 

“Are we readyyyyy…FIGHT!”

You forget about everything else when that bell rings; the crowd getting louder, Coach’s bellows erupting from her corner, the look on Norris’ face as he circles his prey. The toll of that bell ringing in your ears sounds like a death sentence, also signalling the start of round 1. 

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By round 4, the feeling of uneasiness settles in your stomach and your eyes continue to follow her quick-shifting form, matching her movements so that when she ducked or flinched back, so did you. Both fighters have been pretty level with one another so far, both sending out jabs and uppercuts - only for them to be warded off before any real damage could be inflicted. It’s not enough to win though, she needs a clear hit.

Abby goes in for a right hook, ever so slightly clipping Norris’ chin and the crowd ripples in response, hoping for the real fight to begin soon. Norris responds with a clinch to stop her from advancing too quickly, wrapping his arms around and over her. You hated seeing him touch her like that, your own fists clenching at your sides in response.

The bell tolls again signalling the end of the round, both fighters making their way to their respective posts - but not before you see Norris saying something in Abby’s ear. She doesn’t move for a second, eyes unwavering on Norris as he turns his back. For a second you think she might go for him, but she’s worked too hard to let her temper win now. With a shake of her head, she goes over to Coach and plunks down on the ground - tearing off her gloves with her teeth and ripping out her mouthpiece. Her focus is still sharply on Norris across the ring, most likely getting strategy tips and a pep talk in her ear from Coach, reminding her to channel all that anger back into the task at hand. 

You don’t move from your seat in the crowd, wanting to give her the space to fully zone in. She knows you’re here for her and only her, and you provided enough motivation at the beginning of the night to last the duration. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the view at the moment either, and that those feelings of uneasiness were also coupled with an overwhelming tide of arousal.

The way sweat is dripping down her face and neck, trickling down her chest and onto her arms. How she runs her hands over the top of her head, dousing it in water and brushing through the roots with her fingers to cool off. Yeah… you really hoped she did win tonight, not just because she deserves it from how hard she’s been training, but selfishly a part of you really wants to get fucked good tonight. Especially after the show she’s putting on for you right now. And you know for a fact it’s only for you.

Abby’s let you know multiple times how much she loves you watching her fight, seeing her crush opponents to a pulp and looking absolutely glorious doing so. It’s upsetting that tonight, she isn’t doing so well. But this is what she and Coach wanted, to start moving up the leagues and facing off against better fighters - solidifying her name among the real competition. You try to stop the negative thoughts from creeping in, try to stay positive for your girl.

The rounds keep stacking up, neither Abby or Norris winning the upper hand for long. It’s evident that both fighters are getting aggravated by round 9, their punches falling on the side of reckless, their expressions displeased and downright pissed. You shout as loud as you can, “Come on baby, you can do this!” in the hopes that Abby can hear you over everyone else. And she must have done, as her head slightly turns in your direction on instinct, and Norris’ gloved fist takes the opportunity to make contact with the side of her face in response.

The crowd screams with excitement, satisfied with the fact that something is finally happening. But all you see is red as the blood sprays from Abby’s mouth on impact, her body crashing into the ropes that barely keep her form upright. You take a step forward as does Coach, you both now waiting for the bell to ring so you can meet her at the post. 12 seconds.

Come on, just stay out of his way for a bit longer…avoid the fucker for 12 seconds!

Abby’s so stunned from that first punch that as she tries to right herself on the canvas and pick up her stance, Norris is already waiting with another blow to the face - this time an uppercut that sends her head flying back and her legs out from under her.

No no no no, NO!

5 seconds.

You’re screaming for her to get up as the crowd counts how long she’s been down. 

1…2…3-

“Stand up! Abby stand the FUCK UP!”

A wave of an arm and a twitch of a leg has you screaming in relief, as Abby slowly gets back on her feet before a KO can be declared, just as the bell signals the end of the round.

Abby all but bolts for her corner, leaning her body and head back against the post - her eyes shut from exhaustion and pain. Coach partially moves out of the way for the cutman, who is trying to clean the blood from her face as best they can - the enswell pressing against the areas where Norris’ punches made impact.

You can see she’s starting to give up, that undeniable fire in her eyes has dulled to a mere glow. You can’t stand it. You try to move your head further into her corner to say “Baby, you can do this, you just gotta-”

Before you can finish, Coach has climbed through the ropes so he’s kneeling directly in front of Abby’s hunched figure, grabbing the back of her head so their foreheads are nearly touching.

“You listen to me Anderson. You’re jumping about this ring like a fuckin’ monkey on steroids. Calm the fuck down, focus in on the technique we’ve been working on for months and stop…getting…distracted.”

At this, both heads turn in your direction. Abby’s expression shows you she isn’t angry about being distracted from your support; she knew you were coming from a good place. Coach on the other hand is looking at you like you went up there and hit her yourself. He never liked when you were around, always insisting that partners were just unwanted emotional baggage that could wait until after the last punch was thrown. But Abby refuses to get in the ring if you aren’t watching from the sidelines.

“Not going out there without my girl, Coach - she’s my lucky charm.”

“Well your lucky charm has been making you late to training. Gotta get your head back to the task at hand. You can play housewives later.”

But tonight isn’t the night to bicker with Coach about things that won’t change. You will both always be here for Abby, and right now she needs you. You hold her gaze, giving a smile and a wink - “Are you seriously giving up this easy? You and me both know you’ve got it in you to bring this piece of shit down. Come on Abs…fucking finish it.”

Coach is clapping her shoulders in agreement, lifting Abby up so she can shake out the stiffness and get ready for the next round. What you hope to be the last round. You take your position back up in the crowd, and get ready to cheer for your, and her, life. The bell rings out. 

Round 10.

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She makes every punch count, unleashing herself at Norris like a fucking beast. He doesn't know how to respond to it at first, taken aback at how quickly Abby has switched up her fighting style. The renewed vigour in her movements only enrages Norris even further, the confidence that this fight was his now starting to crack under the weight of Abby’s rage.

He still manages to land some blows, but it’s almost as if she’s stopped feeling them - blinded by the sheer animalistic instinct to push through and keep punching. A flurry of blows to Norris’ face causes him to hunch down and over for relief, but what he doesn't realise is that he’s just given her the perfect head shot from above.

The blow comes fast, and hard. You wince as her gloved fist makes impact with the back of his bent head, forcing his body further beneath her.

Norris goes down, face first into the canvas at Abby’s feet. 

Knockout.

The volume of the crowd increases, if that’s even possible, counting along with the MC to ten to see if Norris has it in him to keep going. You’ve never been more relieved when he doesn't move a muscle.

8…9…10! KNOCKOUT!

You’re screaming, jumping with your arms in the air like a crazy person. She won. Abby won. The MC brings her to the centre of the ring, raising her arm with his to signal her victory. She’s shouting too, showing her black mouthguard mixed with the sight of fresh blood, unable to stand still as she takes a victor’s lap, celebrating her win.

Coach rushes up, gripping her in a bear tackle whilst you look on from the sidelines - still trying to come to terms with what you’ve just witnessed. She won. Against ‘Thunderstorm.’ This is what she’s been working towards for months, hoping for the chance to make her name known among the big leagues. Your girlfriend just put herself on the map, and it wasn’t about to go unnoticed…

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It takes a while for you all to make your way out of the stadium, fans constantly asking for autographs and pictures with the underdog-turned-champion of the night. It was nice to see. Finally, Abby was getting the recognition she deserves. Coach was eating that shit up, as expected, spreading the word to anyone that listened that we had a new heavyweight world champion in the making. Abby would get that glint in her eye at every mention of the ultimate title: world champion.

Her head might as well be made of glass, because you can see exactly what’s happening up in that brain of hers as she processes the weight of what’s happened tonight. She can see the prize that has never been in reach now that little bit closer. And she wants it. Bad. You go to remind her to take it one step at a time, but you know it would be received the wrong way.

A number of journalists and presenters were waiting by the entrance of the stadium as you emerged into the cold night. They rush you as soon as they spot Abby. You weren’t expecting so many people to come at you with cameras and microphones, reaching around, past, through you to get to her. A flurry of voices swarm the now enclosed space.

“Anderson, how do you feel after tonight’s knockout performance?”

“Who’s next on your kill list?”

“Are you staking your claim on the heavyweight belt?”

“How will you be celebrating tonight, Abby?”

Overwhelmed, you take a step back so Abby is ahead of you - Coach now placing his arm around her shoulders to also lean into the microphones held up against Abby’s mouth. 

“The next fight is coming sooner than you think. Anderson is ready to take on any of these amateurs and claim the title that is rightfully hers.”

The interviewers all look to Abby expectantly, hoping she seconds the statements made. Of course she does. It’s Abby.

“I’m ready for the next fight. This is what I’ve been training for and I'm not going to slow down now. Put any fighter in front of me and I’ll deal a knockout to whoever wants one.”

You hear this and let out a long breath. This was the flaw that irked you most about Abby. She never knows when to take a break - to step back and appreciate how much she’s already achieved. Once she gets something, it’s on to the next. You just worry that she’s going to burn herself out.

As expected, her comment only invited them to ask more, now wanting to hear the name of the next person she wants to challenge and when that would be. Coach begins to move you all forward again, giving that cheshire smile he’s perfected and a sly “you’ll have to wait and see” - most likely aiming to leave some suspense in the air so more articles are printed tomorrow. 

All three of you go to move through the reporters, making your way to a black SUV waiting just ahead. From where you took a step back, the crowd sees an opening and begins to slot themselves in between you and Abby, hot on her heels with more burning questions. When she turns her head to answer them, that signature smirk on her face is quickly replaced with alarm, then stone cold anger.

One reporter is physically elbowing you out of the way to get a better angle for his picture, the flash blinding you for a second, causing your head to snap the opposite direction. 

You hear her voice ring out over everyone.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend and back away. Now.”

She pushes through until she’s in front of elbow-camera guy, who is currently regretting his choices now Abby is towering over him, his mouth slightly open with a mixture of awe and fear.

“Do you think it’s ok to treat a woman like that? Do you think you can push my woman out of the way and expect me to pose for a photo?”

He’s frozen to the spot, and Abby only raises her eyebrows in response. Taking your hand and pulling you to her side, she turns you both around after muttering “watch yourself” to the wimp you leave behind. 

“Sorry baby” she whispers in your ear, thumb brushing down the side of your arm. Placing a hand on the small of your back, she leads you both through to the SUV and watches you get into the car before joining you. The voices now muffled; you finally release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in since the start of the night. She was fine. She’s safe. Everything’s ok again.

Now you finally have a chance to talk just the two of you - well, you and Abby and Coach - you want to make sure she isn’t serious about jumping straight into another fight. But when she turns to you, her eyes alight with pure happiness that you haven't seen in a long time, you decide to have that talk in the morning.

You have a champion to take home…

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The minute you get through the front door of your apartment, you’re leading her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She’s got that dazed look in her eyes of someone in a dream. Only this dream is real, and you couldn't be happier for her. But God, does she look rough. Hot, always, but rough.

“Did you see how fast he went down when I threw that last punch, bubs? I felt like my chest was going to explode during those 10 seconds, it felt like a lifetime to wait. I need to start thinking about my next move with Coach and strategizing ‘cos I could never use exactly the same technique, these fighters are way smarter than any of those fuckin’ rookies I’ve fought before and-”

“Woah, Abs slow down.” You give a slight chuckle as she realises her rambling, holding her hands up in defeat - allowing you to lightly push at her shoulders so she can sit on the toilet. You grab the first aid bag in the cabinet, packed with the essentials that have come in handy many times through the years. The cutman at every fight has of course offered to clean Abby up, but you always took it upon yourself to take care of her wounds at the end of the night. You both liked it that way. You were gentler, caring.

Getting down on your knees in front of her, you get to work wiping the dried blood from her face, placing cold packs and plasters over her swollen cheek and jaw. She sits there in silence, patiently watching you do it all - her hands trailing over your face, neck, arms.

“ ‘m sorry for not noticing you got left behind…don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I just get carried away with it all, ya know?” she mutters, cutting through the silence - cupping the side of your face with her hand as her fingers begin to brush through your hair. You close your eyes as you revel in the feel of it, nuzzling into her palm to give it a kiss.

“It wasn’t your fault, bubs. Besides, you came to my rescue in the end…like always” - you give another kiss to her open palm, reaching up to take her hand in both of yours so you can kiss her sore knuckles.

“Besides, it was kinda worth getting pushed just so I could see you make that guy absolutely shit himself.” You both burst out laughing, leaning in close to one another as if you were best friends sharing a secret. This was the Abby that only you saw. The one who didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders, who could just be and not think about the next move.

You whisper, “I’m so proud of you,” and she almost begins glowing with pleasure from your praise.

Abby pulls you in by your face, hands back to cupping either side, eyes turning mischievous. 

“I nearly forgot…I have one more thing I need to do tonight.”

You grin up at her, “oh yeah? And what’s that?”

She leans in further, her mouth stopping to hover just next to your ear, whispering “I need to fuck you like a champion.”

Her hand comes down to cup you through your jeans, squeezing ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this ever since they declared KO, getting wetter by the minute just thinking about the moment when she fucks you good and proper. 

“Come on baby…time for round 1.”

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Can I please make it known that I absolutely adore the fae traits you give to Hyrule? That being said, do you have any darker headcanons for Fae!Hyrule (if you don't mind me asking)?

Of course i don’t mind you asking!

tw: mentions of blood and injury, general yandere stuff

Fae Rulie knew upon meeting you his motives.

The others glared and leered from their busying spots around camp, distrustful of your unexpected addition to their travels. Battered and bleeding, you were dropped into his arms. You were handed directly to him, and not for a moment did he consider handing you over when he was asked.

A cold glare met whoever’s hand dared graze your skin, some poor excuse of them tampering with his magic falling from his lips.

It was kind, for his kind.

It was mercy.

Under normal circumstances for his people they would’ve been blinded; such a disrespect placed upon your vision was not tolerated.

Cool magic flowed easily from the pads of his scarred fingers and into the living warmth of your skin. Your wounds had been long healed, your body no longer absorbing his magic. He felt as it circulated through your body, mixing and melding with your blood.

He loved your blood. It was a beautiful and lush shade of red. He’d pray to one day have the taste of it on his lips, memorising and savouring the very thing that keeps you

alive. But make no mistake, he would not let another person so much as spill even a drop of your blood. He’d sooner resurrect every evil of Hyrule before letting harm befall you.

He snapped out of his lovesick stupor, reverent hands cupping your cheeks as he rested your head in his lap. You’d be his. It wasn’t an order or a claim or a suggestion. It was a fact.

It would be.

Whether your mortal flesh desired it or not.

[harbouredsoulss]

UNHOLY | DAEMON TARGARYEN

Did I use the gif of Daemon and Rhaenyra... yes I did. They're both so fucking hot. I don't care how wrong it is. If I believed in hell I'm sure I'd be going there 😅

This fic was inspired by the recent episode of House of the Dragon and Sam Smith's unreleased song 'Unholy'.

Please, please please, do not forget to like, comment and reblog!! 🥰

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x OC [Elaena Targaryen]

Summary: A secret rendezvous between a Prince and Princess. What more could you want?

Warnings: 18+; incest (sorry?); sex; penetration; unprotected sex; minor mention of blood; oral sex; mention of bodily fluids; teasing

I also want to add that I used a website for the High Valyrian, so I apologise in advance if it is incorrect.

AO3 link

Word Count: 2.8k words

There was a charge of electricity that sizzled between the Prince and Princess, the anticipation almost palpable. They stood across from one another, gaze never faltering, the vacant iron throne their only witness.  

It was late in the evening, the sconces on the walls burned dimly, casting shadows across their faces.

Her eyes, a violet light, guiding him. 

The princess had escaped her room, guards none the wiser. 

She had evaded them at every turn, with their voices too loud, footsteps a thunder with every step taken; no doubt which path they would take.

Though if she were to be found, unaccompanied by her Kingsguard, it wouldn’t come as much of a surprise. She was known to been found on many occasions traveling empty halls, reading in odd places, the novelty of finding her unchaperoned, wearing off as the years went by. 

Except tonight was different, for tonight had purpose. 

There was no aimless wandering, marvelling at the surrounding view of the keep, the endless library offering no more a temptation than that of the kitchens. Her interest for the evening had already been garnered. 

It was a note left by her bedclothes, written on a piece of cloth, a scrawl of writing requesting her presence, no signature at the bottom.

There needn’t be a name for she knew who called for her. 

It was agony waiting for time to pass, letting her lady’s maid wash and clothe her, all the while pretending to grow weary with sleep. 

As the evening went by, and the castles inhabitants wound down for the night, Elaena found herself readying to leave her chambers. 

It didn’t take much to prepare as she went dressed as she was, taking a robe as a sort of shield and source of warmth, given the corridors of the keep grew especially cool of the evenings. 

Her aim now was to leave undetected. 

Men of the Kingsguard remain posted outside her chamber door throughout the night, protecting her from those who may mean her harm, yet they also protect her from herself and any shenanigans that may befall her. Tonight, it was Ser Harrold Westerling who stood guard. 

It was often Ser Harrold that lingered when she couldn’t sleep, following her about the castle, making sure she did not find herself in any trouble.

For many reasons, this being but one, brought them closer, brokering a trust that wounded her to break.  

Familiarity aside, Ser Harrold could not know where she went this night. 

Much to her surprise, there was a secret entrance, one her conspirator made clear was there, hidden in her chambers, the details written in the note they had left. It concerned her to think of a secret door having been there all along whilst she has remained none the wiser. 

The hidden passage, not too difficult to find, was dimly lit, the torches on the walls offering little in the way of light. The cool, frigid air howled all around her, skin turning to gooseflesh, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand. It did little to deter her or to wane the excited she felt humming through her. She was more than ready to reach her destination. 

The map, if it could be as called such, what with it having been scrawled roughly on the scrap of cloth, guided her perfectly, though she felt the journey was never ending. A sigh of relief escaped, just as her path was met with a door, one that stood ajar.

Voices, that of drunken guards, drifted through, alerting her of passers-by, beseeching her to bide her time till they had passed. 

It took only a moment or two of silence before she declared the coast clear. Stepping out from the darkened passageway, she found herself illuminated in the light of the great hall, the iron throne a stone throw away. 

“I see you found your way,” a familiar voice called out. 

There was a figure perched on the throne, face obscured by shadow, the flames of light illuminating just enough for her to see it was The Rogue Prince awaiting her arrival. Elaena took a hesitant step closer, surveying the space around them, making sure they were truly alone. 

“Issa sepār ao se nyke.” It is just you and I

Daemon Targaryen pulled himself to his feet stalking his way towards his princess. 

He stood before her now, back to the iron throne, mouth quirking to the side, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, the necklace that adorned it shining dimly in the light. 

He drew closer, each step an echo in the empty hall, eyes never straying from hers. 

“What a beautiful Jewell,” he whispered, fingers thumbing the Valyrian steel, “the person who gifted you such a thing, must think very highly of you.”

Elaena stood as still as her body would allow, doing her best to control her breathing. 

“An admirer indeed,” she answered in turn, a gasp escaping as his finger teased the tender flesh of her chest.

He smiled wickedly, the corners of lips rising. 

Spreading his fingers out, Daemon discarded the necklace, turning his attention to where he could feel the steady rhythm of her heart, the blood of the dragon thrumming through her veins. 

Flexing his fingers, Daemon moved them lower, thumb kneading the softness of her skin. 

Her heart beat quickened, thudding, harder and stronger against the cage of her ribs, as his touch lingered. 

Fingers merely an inch from the curve of her breast, Daemon delighted in teasing her flesh; pinching and kneading as he went along.

Her robe a disastrous shield, bared to him the thinness of her night dress, the exposed buds of her breasts, hardened by the rawness of the night. There was no fire to mind the cold, the heat of each other’s bodies their only source of warmth.

Maintaining her gaze, Daemon eased his thumb lower, rubbing against her hardened nipple, teasing and tugging, forcing a whine to escape the princess as pleasure spiked right through to her core.

Both their eyes widening as the sound echoed around them.

The thought of the guards – anyone happening upon her in this state of undress, so exposed – drove him wild. The attention-seeker, deep down inside of him, wanting them to be found. 

Elaena looked down at the hand caressing her breast, watching his attentions, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the situation.  

Pleasure wasn’t novel to her, she had sought it on numerous occasions either on her own or in a pleasure house, but with Daemon it was something profound. Each time always like the first.

“It’s… madness.” She managed to uttered, voice husky with desire.

She struggled to find her words, thoughts growing more erratic as her lover inflicted his attentions further, bringing his lips to her breast, tongue teasing her through the thin fabric of her shift. She was being driven mad.

There didn’t seem to be much room for coherent thought. 

Daemon used his tongue to tease the Princess, suckling her sweetly, using his unoccupied hand to venture up the column of her neck to the expanse of her jaw, gently prying her lips open, slipping two fingers inside. 

Wetness pooled between her thighs as she swirled her tongue around the pad of his fingers, sucking and biting them lightly. 

“Iksis bisa skoros jaelā?” Is this what you want? He asked. 

Daemon’s voice a steady rasp against her flesh.

He slipped his finger from her lips, smearing saliva across them, leaving a trail across her cheek, down her neck and back to her breasts, swirling carefully around the perked nipple. 

“Kostilus.” Please. She begged.

Her whimper was enough to undo him. His plans to savour her – this moment – almost ruined. All by the sound of her neediness. 

Eyes boring into hers, Daemon brought himself to his knees. He grabbed the hem of her shift lifting and gripping it tight in his fist, the wet between her thighs exposed.

He stared, mesmerized, and leaned his face closer; lips close enough to touch.

He breathed in deep, taking in the musky scent of her.  

Elaena was sure her face burned red, cheeks warming at the sight before her, mortified by what he was doing.

Out of the many men she had taken to bed none had shown her this close attention. Daemon had never done so in the past. It was a first for them.

His name, a moan on her lips as he used his tongue to tickle the flesh above her clitoris, fingers, two of them, teasing the seam of her, rubbing her slickness all around. As she looked down, she could see the hardness of him, straining against his pants, begging for attention. 

She longed to have him – taste him. 

A whine escaped her as he inserted his two fingers, introducing her to a steady pace, pumping inside and out, thumb rubbing lazy circles on her clit. All of his attention focused on finding that secret spot inside, one he hoped to become very well acquainted with. 

Elaena was a mess as Daemon continued his torment, fucking her slowly with his fingers. 

She gripped the back of his head, tendrils of icy blonde hair, tangled in her fingers as she kept him close.

He managed to maintain his cunning smile, his wicked, ever-present grin never faltering. His tongue caught between his teeth as he looked up at her, admiring the reaction he elicited with his touch. 

“Kostilus.” She begged again. 

Much too soon a feeling of emptiness found her as Daemon withdrew his fingers. He brought them to his lips, relishing the taste of her. 

Elaena watched on in an overwhelming haze brought on by her impending gratification; her climax begging and clawing at her now, demanding release. 

“Come,” he commanded, bringing himself to his feet.

She took his hand, allowing him to tug her toward the Throne. He sat down carefully, manoeuvring himself in a way that would avoid the sharpened blades that made up the Iron Throne. She kept his gaze, watching as he made himself comfortable.

They were silent for a moment, Daemons heated gaze washing over her. Moving his hand beneath his trousers he took hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down slowly, teasing himself before her. 

Elaena watched on, bottom lip caught between her teeth, hands itching to take his place. Wanting more than anything to be the source of his pleasure.

He released his cock, freeing it from the confines of his trousers and beckoned her forward with the tilt of his head, a silent invitation.

Arousal slicked between the apex of her thighs, desire begging her to move forward, and mount her prince. 

Looking over her shoulder, wanting to be careful, Elaena made sure they were alone. Afraid of what would happen if they were found, less afraid of fucking him on the Iron Throne. 

 “Iksā ȳgha” you are safe, he assured, eyeing their surroundings carefully. 

She made to move towards him, her decision having already been made the moment she agreed to meet him after dark. 

He held out his hand, guiding her closer.

“Take off your robe.”

An easy command, one she had no qualms in following. Elaena eased the heavy material from her shoulders and offered it to him. He wrapped it around his back, lifting his bottom half up, doing his best to be shield them both from the sharpness of the blades. 

His thoughtfulness tugged at her, the love she had for him intensifying – her love already regarded as limitless, ever expanding, in that moment, overpowered every fibre of her being. 

Carefully she begun to straddle his waist, griping the hem of her dress, allowing it to pool at her waist. He placed her hands on his chest, squeezing them gently, guiding her, just before letting go. An unspoken offer of assurance. 

“Avy jorrāelan, ñuha dōna,” I love you, my sweet.

Daemon cupped the backs of her thighs, pulling her closer. 

They sat like that for a moment, taking in the erotic scene before them. Daemon’s cock lined against the seam of her, rubbing gently, up and down, coating itself in the slickness of her. Biting her lip Elaena let a groan escape as he guided himself inside her, finally giving in.

She threw head back, the throes of pleasure overwhelming – driving Daemon wild. 

Elaena squeezed her eyes, a faint hiss escaping her lips as he guided her down, engulfing his length. He fucked her slowly, trying to build a rhythm they could both enjoy. Her pleasure just as valuable as his own.

He eased himself, inside and out, unhurried, and ignorant of her pleas, enjoying the unhurried pace he chose to set.

Daemon moved his hand to where they joined, palm flush against her stomach, thumb rubbing circles furiously, placing all his attention on her sex. 

She quivered in his arms, voice hoarse, pleasure drenching every sound that escaped her. 

Blood rose where her nails scarred his skin, Elaena’s lust manifesting through her hands, marking him. 

Daemon quickened their pace, the sound of skin on skin, echoing throughout the hall, the sound bound to alert any guard patrolling nearby.  

“I’m… I’m... fuck.”

She was at a loss for words. 

Meeting him, thrust for thrust, bucking wildly as his cock found the right place, nestled deep inside her.

Hard to find if ignorant, effortless if one took care. He found her point of release, taking her hard, with every whimper and moan she threw his way, bringing her to the precipice of release. 

His own pleasure mirrored her own, his composure threatening to crack as the heat of her tortured, clamping down around him. 

Drunken laughter, barely perceptible, reached Daemons ears. He did not slow his pace, determined to bring her the release she desperately craved.

Instead, a plan began forming in his mind, as he gripped her waist, preparing himself to stand, only stalling his thrusts to take her with him as he stood.

He swallowed her shriek in a sloppy kiss, refusing to allow her to draw attention to their antics. He slid out of her, placing her on unsteady legs.

The sudden absence caused her to whine and pout her lips.

He eyed her playfully, clucking his tongue. 

“You’re a greedy thing, aren’t you.”  

Not allowing for a response he grabbed her hand leading her swiftly and silently, to where she had entered, the door of the secret passage hidden by shadows in the far-off corner of the hall. It offered enough protection should someone enter to investigate.

He backed her onto the door, one hand gripping in his lovers, the other lifting her shift, exposing the apex of her thighs, her glistening sex taunting him. 

“Come…” she whispered, voice husky – breathless, “finish what you started.”

He let go of her hand, all but driven to madness, and gripped her backside, the palm of both hands kneading her softly. She wrapped a leg around his waist, tugging him closer.

“Jaelan aōha orvorta iemnȳ nyke.” I want your cock inside me.

There was no hesitation.

Daemon lifted her roughly, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

“Gaomagon ziry aōla.” Do it yourself.

Biting her lip Elaena rose to the challenge and gripped his length in her hand and used the other to squeeze his arse and pull him closer, guiding him back home. 

He fucked her relentlessly – almost furiously, intent on finishing what they had started. 

Their lips lingered close to one another, their ragged breaths mingling, fanning across their faces.  

“Iksā ñuhon.” You are mine. 

He liked to remind her of that when they were like this, rutting against one another like animals, his cock buried deep inside, both of them feral for one another’s touch. 

The declaration always gave her chills, the reminder never needed, yet craved deeply. 

Daemon brought her closer to her climax, the need to own her release almost turning him into an animal. 

It was oft a beautiful, messy thing, watching her release. Her eyes were often scrunched tightly, gaze avoidant as it washed over her.

Though not this time. This time her eyes remained wide and defiant as she held his gaze. Her voice was hoarse, moans of pleasure turned to whispers, teeth digging into the skin of her lip, blood threatening to spill. Daemon found it mesmerising. 

He slipped out, finishing himself on her stomach, the heat of his release sticking to skin and cloth alike. A smile tugged at her lips as she looked down taking in the mess he had left, and looked back up meeting his heated gaze. 

They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, chests heaving, bodies convulsing, vision foggy – moving in and out of focus. Their releases washing over them. 

Him holding her.

“You, Daemon Targaryen, are mine.”

And to him, truer words had never been spoken. 

[alilbitlesbian]

Goddamn Monsterfuckers

Reader x Sonia x Rauru

Zelda and Link weren't the only ones under the castle, Zelda's personal guard, a knight who was trained and hired to relieve Link of some of his duties, had been with them.

They stood next to their friends when the floor collapsed, falling into an inky abyss, time froze as they fell, the dot of light that was the dungeons disappearing above them. They'd accepted their fate already when light, yellow sparkles buzzed over their skin like static electricity, and then they were gone, disappearing in a mist of power.

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Reader is nonbinary and also not even attracted to Rauru at first because they're convinced he's either a small lynel or an overgrown bokoblin.

Sonia and Rauru are IMMEDIATELY hooked though, also they think Zelda is dating R which is,,,, not true but it's funny so I let it happen, im so exhausted from writing this and the sidon x reader project, sfjkdlg.

send asks if you have any fun ideas for fics!! This one will have several chapters so please for the love of god just oneshots, just oneshots cause i cant sjfkdg

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Their breaths were wheezing, confusing them momentarily as they lay, looking at the clouds as the soft twinkling sparks of magic finally extinguished like the sparks of a fire

-

They awoke in a field, tired and cold, a hand shook their shoulder, and their eyes snapped open, she was alone, in a field, and someone- a stranger- shook them?

Their wordless shout had the stranger withdrawing, muttering to someone they could not yet see, the Knight crawled away from the stranger, looking around and seeing the princess not far away.

In a flash, they were up to their feet, they stumbled, uneasy, and their eyes flicked from the hylian woman in front of them to the strange beast that bent over Miss Zelda's form, sharp teeth exposed and clawed hands reaching for the princess.

It took not a second to drag their sword from its scabbard and draw their shield, both royal guards’ issues that proudly displayed the symbol of Hyrule, the woman looked at them in confusion, but she followed their eye line to the beast and her eyes widened, mouth opening to shout.

The woman called out, and the beast barely managed to see the approaching guard before he sprung back from them, they stood over Miss Zelda, making sure not to hurt her as they kept both assailants away. If the woman knew a monster, she surely wasn't as safe as she appeared.

The beast approached, hands out in a placating matter, the knight snarled, snarled like Link had taught them to scare monsters and people alike, and held their sword at the ready.

The two figures glanced to one another, and in a wide arc, they stepped to eachother. The monster drew the woman behind it, a protective move. The guard grimaced, lowering their stance, the beast was much larger than them, it could easily defeat them, especially with how unsteady they still felt after the strange rush of magic and the fall under the castle.

No matter, they would not allow any harm to befall the princess.

"Your companion-" the woman said, they frowned, before hearing a soft groan, they glanced, panicked, between the princess and the threats, but as the young girl stirred and attempted to sit up, the choice was made.

"Princess!" They cried, shield dropping with a clatter and sword returning to its sheath with a soft *shiiing*, they slid on their knees in their haste to be by the princess’ side, they missed the way that the Hylian woman repeated the word they’d spoken to her beast, confused.

"Please, don't strain yourself." Their hands settled on the princess’s back and shoulder, protectively glancing at the stranger and monster as they helped her sit up, the second they heard feet approach, they scrambled to their feet, pulling out their sword and pointing it at the approaching figures, who paused immediately.

Their blood rushed, making them light-headed, their heart pounded in their chest, gritting their teeth

"Y/n, please." The Princess placed her hand on her knight’s shoulder, they lowered their sword ever so slightly. But still scowled at the two.

"Who are you?" The princess asked, uneasy, the knight placed the sword back in their scabbard, but their hand hovered near the handle, an action that did not go unnoticed.

“Princess..” They murmured, urgent, inclining their head in an obvious suggestion to leave, or at least reconvene, the princess nodded, noting her knight’s apprehension, but kept her eyes on the strange creature and the woman, the princess tilted her head at the strange couple, giving them an opening to speak.

“I am Sonia, this is my husband, Rauru.” Sonia approached the princess, and the guard bristled. An insult almost slipped off the guard’s tongue, one they’d heard not often in the towns they’d pass, a few times thrown at Kilton or his brother, or even, at times, at Hylians who courted other species.

‘Monsterfucker.’ 

The thought stained their feelings toward the woman, and they glared at her beast, visibly startling when it- he? Spoke.

“I am sorry we startled you and your companion, we were only trying to help.” They hissed under their breath, Zelda and Sonia did not seem to hear it, but Rauru’s ears twitched and he glanced to them, curiously.

“I apologize for my knight’s behavior, it is just.. We have never seen anyone like you before, most that look similar to you, are not sentient or kind, but rather monsters who wish only to destroy.” Zelda spoke, her soft voice settled the knight a bit, and Rauru nodded in understanding, his eyes now kinder as he took them in.

“Sorry for my manners, I am Zelda, daughter of King Rhoam and the Princess of Hyrule, and this is one of my personal guards, y/n.” You bowed reluctantly, your metal pauldron clanging softly with the motion as you waited for the conversation to continue before you stood again.

“What a strange and unexpected thing to say, as we are the founders of Hyrule, as far as I know.” The humor in his voice was apparent, but stale, you huffed at the joke, and he smiled, mirth in his eye.

“Wait..” Zelda paused, and so did you, narrowing your eyes as you looked between the two.

“Queen Sonia and King Rauru…” She murmured, you remembered her telling you about them, it was a small part of history, as sadly, details of the oldest history were always the hardest to find, just their names now echoed through your lands, in a long, almost endless line of kings and queens, they barely stood out.

“Where are we?” Your voice was hoarse, and scratchy. The two strangers looked slightly surprised at the quality of it, Zelda did too, but looked mostly worried, she glanced out over the lands.

“I- I don’t know.” She managed, you gazed at the two, they didn’t seem dangerous, but you had to remain on guard.

“Hyrule.” They replied instantly, but your eyes traced upward to the island floating above, you startled, and an involuntary whine slipped from your lips, Zelda followed your eyeline and startled in much the same way.

“What is that?” She managed, confused.

“Oh, that is the great sky island,” Sonia answered sweetly, you glanced at Zelda, then signed a quick question.

‘I patrol perimeter?’

‘Yes, quick.’ she signed back, and you took your shield from the grass, sword out as you started to search the forest for anything, landmarks, a monster hideout, a village, or the castle from afar.

You came upon a cliff, it wasn’t awfully high, but enough so for you to see down into a valley you strangely recognized.

You spotted Hylians, wearing revealing clothes and holding rough, handmade weapons, seemingly made from sticks and stones rather than the fine metalwork you carried, even Lizalfos had nicer weapons than that. You watched the hylians for a bit longer, they seemed to scavenge in the forest for fruits and vegetables.

Zelda called your name, and it didn’t take much more for you to return to her side, taking a dead sprint, still holding your sword as you settled next to her.

“Did you see anything?” You ignored how Sonia and Rauru appraised your weapon, or how you wheezed softly with each breath, you nodded.

“Hylians, not like you and me, like her.” You nodded toward Sonia, and Zelda nodded. “They wear primitive clothes, weapons like a monster’s not like ours, not even like a lizalfos or Lynel.” Again, Zelda nodded, hand to her chin.

“Then it’s certain, we must have somehow traveled back in time, Sonia and Rauru explained to me it could be the stone we found.” She held out the yellow stone, and you hummed, nodding.

“Keep it close, hide it.” You murmured, glancing at the islands above you nervously.

“We should return to the castle, I am sure my sister would be glad to speak to you, Miss Zelda.” You frowned, you’d roughly calculated where you were, near the Temple of Time, by the location of the valley and a mountain that you supposed would become the dueling peaks, but was for now just one mountain.

“How.” You managed, the raspy quality of your hurt throat had Zelda be even more concerned.

“Normally.. We’d teleport, but I don’t think that’ll be possible, if we walk a day, we should reach a town not too far off the route, and there we could get some horses.”

You nodded thoughtfully, chewing the inside of your cheek as you glanced from Zelda to the king and queen, they smiled, but the King's sharp teeth only managed to unsettle you.

"I suppose.. We should start walking then!" Zelda clapped her hands, you nodded, stretching your arms above your head while Rauru began walking, Sonia chattering softly to you and Zelda.

You remained quiet, eyes pinned on the unfamiliar landscape, searching for enemies or threats.

If you really had gone back in time..

Shaking your head, you sighed, surely, it wouldn't be that difficult, if it went up, it went down, if it went back in time.. Surely it could go forward, that's the way time is supposed to go!

Yeah, it'd be fine.

[soulrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. ( 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 )

i got a request and i listened to an alarming number of "royalcore" playlists on spot.ify and i tried researching knights and royalty and it just got me confused and stressed out, so historians, pls look away, i'm here for the protective and occasionally pining vibes of "the monarch and their knight" vibes!! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! i have two more royally vibing lists in the works!! and i may edit this list to add more in the future, as i have already done with other meme lists!

FROM THE KNIGHT.

" i was not asked nor ordered to take up this post, my king/queen/liege. i volunteered for the job. "

" i swore an oath to protect your life before any other, including my own, your majesty. it is an oath i am honoured to keep. "

" don't be alarmed, your majesty. i oversaw the preparation of your meal myself, and tasted the wine from a separate glass. it is both safe and delicious. "

" stay in the carriage, sire/ma'am/my liege. a fallen tree blocks our path, and i wish to secure the perimeter before we disembark to remove it. "

" sleep well, your majesty. i shall keep watch outside your chamber door tonight. you will be quite safe, i assure you. "

" your majesty! my apologies... you startled me. i did not expect you to be awake so late. is something wrong? "

" perhaps... perhaps it might be wise for me to teach you the correct ways of using a sword, your majesty? "

" i am marked down for the final jousting tournaments tomorrow. if anything happens, rest assured; i have chosen a most worthy candidate to replace me in my role in the event of my demise. "

" do not fear, my king/queen/liege. i will die before i allow any harm to befall you. and i do not intend to die tonight. "

" please, my liege. take my armour; let me strap you in. now. you must not, under any circumstances, remove this armour until you are safely within the castle walls. stay close. and pull the visor of the helmet down... good. everything will be well. i promise. "

" your majesty, i have come bearing news. i have decided to resign from my post as knight. i will remain until a satisfactorily excellent replacement has been chosen, and then i shall be leaving. "

" you seem unaware of your importance, my liege. your value far exceeds my own. "

" it is a mere scratch, your majesty. a reminder of my inexcusable failure, and the closeness to which this kingdom came to losing you. "

" you may be the first monarch i ever felt proud to protect. "

" your majesty. your majesty, wake up! we must leave, and fast. where is your cloak? the carriage is waiting, we must hurry... "

" make haste! the enemy has breached the gate; and i won't let them harm you, my liege. not while there is air in my lungs. "

" do not fear, your majesty. this is the fastest horse in the stables. you must head for the forest; i'll fend the enemies off until i know you're safely away. "

" your majesty? were you worried for me? "

" i must warn you, my king/queen/liege, these parts are not safe for anyone, let alone a member of royalty. "

" my king/queen/liege, permission to speak freely? "

" trust and ease are things i sacrifice gladly to guard your life well, your majesty. "

" with the greatest respect, you should not go alone. i can accompany you. i assure you, you won't even know that i'm there. "

" knights have a code, your majesty. and to feel the way that i feel for you... it goes against that code. against everything we stand for. in all ways. "

" should this be the last time we meet, my king/queen/liege, please know... you must know, it was my greatest pride and privilege to be your knight. "

" if i may be so bold... i do not think i would much enjoy a royal life. the weight of the crown seems too great a burden. "

" be calm, my king/queen/liege. my finest armor is polished and ready for tonight's festivities. i shall be by your side all night. "

" my king/queen/liege, you look uneasy... has something happened? are you unwell? where is your luncheon? i'll send for the doctor right away... "

FROM THE ROYALS.

" ah! you must be the new knight! do tell, what is your name? "

" i trust your word above all else. you may always offer your consult on these matters. so, please. what is on your mind? "

" i am with you far more than i am with my own betrothed, of late! people shall talk... "

" due to recent tensions between other kingdoms and our own, it has been decided that i will be requiring a personal guard. and i have chosen you. "

" what made you decided to become a knight? "

" i do not need a nanny! least of all when i am merely going to my own chambers! "

" perhaps you could teach me how to wield a sword? one must be able to defend one's self, after all. "

" be easy, brave knight... you took many injuries to protect me last night. i insisted the royal doctor tend to you, rather than your fellow knights. you are quite safe; you're in my personal chambers. "

" i very much envy your freedom as a knight. i imagine you must take it for granted. "

" don't go! you just said it wasn't safe out there! as you are responsible for my personal safety, surely you should stay with me? "

" do not let the fine food and beautiful clothing fool you, knight. a golden cage is still a cage, even with a crown atop it. "

" it is alright. i am merely ill, my knight; there was no poison. "

" i know you better than i know the crowned stranger who decided i was to marry them. how sad is that? "

" i wish to travel to the neighbouring kingdoms. you shall join me, good knight. "

" please, kind knight... do not let me eat alone. my betrothed does that to me already. i do crave some company... "

" my knight... i fear that i have made my most gravest mistake. i have fallen into a trap of my own creation. i have fallen in love with you. "

" you are wounded! sit. sit! as your king/queen/monarch, i command you, sit and let me tend to your wounds! "

" good knight, i do not believe i have ever had the pleasure of seeing you without your armour on... it is a most welcome change. "

" my marriage, it... it is a lie, it is little more than business. i feel nothing for them, my knight, not like what i feel for you! "

" this castle is suffocating... please, may i... may we go to your favorite place? a place you might go to be alone? "

" so many despise the crown. yourself included, i expect. i certainly understand; i feel the same way. so why become a knight who is sworn to defend and protect it? "

" could we just be ordinary townspeople for a day? "

" you presume too much, knight! just because my struggles are not the same as yours, does not render them non-existent! "

" my life is no more important than yours, nor anyone else's. do not think otherwise. "

" you think i would not give my life for you just as easily as you would give yours for mine? "

" it kills me, that as king/queen/monarch, i cannot choose to wed my true love. i cannot choose my knight. i cannot choose you. "

" no! i will not abandon you, my knight, so do not ask it of me again! "

" you seem shocked... surely you did not expect me to abandon the fate of my knight to the hands of chance and the enemy? of course i came back for you. "

[joyarting]

THE NEW III EPISODE WAS FRICKING AWESOME Spoilers under the cut

I KNEW SPRINGY AND WALKIE-TALKIE WOULD BE THE VILLAINS, BUT EVERYONE ELSE??? I COULD'VE NEVER GUESSED IN A MILLION YEARS THAT VISITING CHARACTERS FROM PREVIOUS EPISODES WOULD TEAM UP!! AND SPRINKLES' BETRAYAL??? BROOOO EVEN DR. FIZZ WAS IN ON IT AND FROM BOX'S EXIT INTERVIEW, YOU'D THINK HE'D GET WALKIE-TALKIE TO LURE LIFERING AWAY OR SOMETHING LIKE WHAT THEY DID WITH CLOVER!!!

AND CANDLE-

OH MY GOD- CANDLE IS AN ABSOLUTE GIRLBOSS!! SHE WENT APESHIT AND BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF THEM AND PROBABLY WOULD HAVE SINGLEHANDEDLY BEAT THE WHOLE UPRISING IF IT WASN'T FOR:

SILVER. FREAKING. SPOON.

OUT OF SPITE, THIS BITCH EXTINGUISHED CANDLE'S FLAME BECAUSE SHE WOULDN'T VOTE FOR HIM TO WIN!! AND I GET IT WAS HIS OWN INNER FLAME, BUT STILL. AND FAN MEETING BOT? HE LOOKED KINDA UNSETTLED, PROBABLY BECAUSE OF THE COLOR SCHEME BOT PICKED FOR THEMSELVES!! OMGA THE DRAMAAA!!!

I KNEW I COULD TRUST YIN AND YANG TO VOTE FOR CABBY BECAUSE AFTER THE LITTLE STUNT SILVER PULLED, I DON'T WANT HIM TO WIN III. SORRY NOT SORRY. HE TRIED TO GET YIN AND YANG OUT AND HURT THEIR FEELINGS. I WILL NOT FORGIVE HIM FOR THAT.

FLOORY GOT TRAPPED BY THE GOOFY AH LOOKING SPRING AND I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM IF HE DOESN'T LET THE FUNNY AUSTRALIAN GROUND CREATURE GO.

AND MEPHONE.

WAS GOING TO MAKE.

A FOURTH SEASON.

WITHOUT FINISHING THE SECOND ONE.

I NEED TO SEE LIGHTBULB WIN OR I'M SUING THE TRAUMATIZED PHONE.

PLEASE. FINISH THE SECOND SEASON FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD.

AND IF ANY HARM BEFALLS YIN, YANG, CABBY, BALLOON, CANDLE, BOT, FAN, TEST TUBE, GOO, PAINTBRUSH, OJ-

BASICALLY EVERY CONTESTANT, ELIMINATED OR OTHERWISE

FOR EVERY SCRAPE OR INJURY I WILL RUN WALKIE-TALKIE AND SPRINGY OVER WITH A 10'000 TONNE TRUCK.

IF NONE, I'LL STILL RUN THEM OVER, BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT.

AND AFTER EVERYTHING, FLOORY TRIES TO VOUCH FOR MEPHONE BY PLAYING HIS PLANS OFF AS A /JK MOMENT. IF THAT'S NOT AN AMAZING CO-HOST THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS. AND WHEN IS THE NEXT PARTTTT TELL ME RIGHT NOWWWW!!!

[queermentaldisaster]

"There's A Revolution Coming" Chapter two

Tags: @forestshadow-wolf @axelaxolotl09 @im-here-and-im-confused @bringinsexybackk69 @rainerestored @8-rae-rae-8 (if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist please inform me!)

Tw: Children in captivity, mentioned child neglect, mentions of previous captivity. (Proceed with caution)

Chapter Two under the cut

The boy clung to the girl. His eyes were a reverse of hers, and his hair was darker than hers. His horns, the same shape as the girl’s, looked almost brown, they were such a dark gold color, and his skin was light and tannish as well. He had a scar across the bridge of his nose, and he watched Soap with the most distrusting and terrified look he'd ever seen, even on kids caught in the middle of the wars. Evelyn, the little blonde haired girl, fumbled with the ropes for a few minutes before finally untying them. She beamed and looked up at Soap, her tone completely serious. “You better not hurt my family, mister.”

Soap chuckled softly, and held out his hand, palm facing up. “Aye, ye have ma word. Nae harm will befall yer family, wee one.” Evelyn tilted her head. “What?” another little girl, only a hair taller than Evelyn poked out from under one of the beds. “Oh! Evie, that was in one of the books we stole from the adults!” She had ginger hair, done up in braids. Her right eye was blue, and her left eye was green. Her skin was a light brown color, lighter than it should've been. Lack of sun, evidently. The ginger haired girl ran up to Soap, taking his hand. “Scottish, right?”

Soap beamed, and nodded. “Aye, it is. Yer a clever lass.” the girl's face lit up. “Thank you! I'm Winnie.” Soap chuckled, gently holding Winnie's hand in his. “Winnie. A fittin’ name for ye,” he complimented, his eyes trailing back to Evelyn, and then back to the older girl and the boy. He stood up, letting go of Winnie's hand, and stepped closer to the ram-horned kids. The girl let out a hiss, and Soap held up his hands. “Easy there lass, ah ‘ave nae intentions to harm ye. Yer safe.” He knelt down, picking up a piece of paper. There was a drawing of all five of the kids in front of a house, holding each other. The name at the top read ‘Kelly’.

Soap smiled, and looked at the girl. “Did ye make this?” He questioned, and when she nodded, he spoke again. “This is a bonnie picture, wee one. Are ye Kelly?” She nodded again. “Awricht. Ah'm Soap. Ah’m assuming Graves is the one who's got ye all locked up in here like animals?”

“Ja.” came a voice with a German accent. Soap looked up and saw the fifth kid, sitting on a windowsill that didn't actually let any sunlight in. She had short blondish-brown hair in a bob, her eyes were brown, her skin was the same paler tannish color as most of the others, and she had medium sized red horns, and small black bat wings. “Graves is the blond one, the vampire, right?”

Soap nodded. “Aye, thas him.” He said. The girl nodded, hopping down and walking towards Soap. She extended her hand when she got close enough. “I’m Ellie. I'm the oldest.” Soap shook her hand, with a soft smile. “Nice te meet ya.” Ellie nodded, her cold demeanor seeming to melt a little more. Kelly spoke up. “And this is my twin, Kiram. He's very distrusting, so don't expect him to come up to you.” Soap nodded, smiling. “It’s nice tae meet ye all. Are any of you currently hurt?” They all shook their heads.

Soap looked around the room, clearly pissed at the state that the kids’ living conditions were in. “Dae they feed ye?” he asked, and Kiram spoke up. “That’s the one thing they've gotten right.” he murmured, his voice soft but raspy, as if it had barely been used. Soap sighed, rubbing his temples. “Ye all are wee bairns. Ah ken Graves and Shepard were monsters but ah didn't think they'd go this far…” he muttered, clearly pissed.

Evelyn ran up to Soap, wrapping her arms around his leg. Soap looked down and picked her up, holding her the same way he'd hold his little siblings. “Och, ah ken, ‘s scary, huh?” he asked, and Evelyn nodded. Soap's heart felt like it was breaking for these poor kids. “Well then, how about ah sing ye five a song?” He asked as he scooted the shitty cots close together. They all gathered on the now massive cot, Winnie and Evelyn in his lap, Kelly shielding Kiram, and Ellie slightly off to the side.

“Dandelion, into the wind ye go, won't ye let my darlin’ know that ah'm in a field of dandelions…” He sang softly, letting Winnie and Evelyn cling to him as he sang. He watched Kiram's head perk up, as he stared at Soap over his sister. Soap smiled, continuing to sing. “Wishing on every one that ya’d be mine, mine…and ah see forever in yer eyes, ah feel okay when ah see ye smile, smile…” he watched as Winnie and Evelyn drifted off to sleep, and when he looked up, he saw Kiram passed out. Kelly was on the verge of sleep, and Soap simply smiled, leaning his head back against the wall. Ellie spoke up. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Soap hummed softly. “Aye, wha’s up, lass?” he asked, looking at her. Ellie readjusted slightly, before she looked back at Soap. “Is there anyone that song's about?” she asked, and Soap's smile grew. “Aye, there is. His name is Ghost.” Once he said that, Ellie's eyes widened and she shot up. “Ghost? As in Riley? Demon with a balaclava and skull mask?”

Soap's eyes widened in turn. “Aye, tha’s him. Ya ken him?” he asked, and Ellie nodded. “Yeah…we all do. He was the first one to manage to escape. Him and Hazel.” she murmured, before looking down at the cots. “Of course…Meister found them…and punished them.”

Soap winced. “Do ah even wanna ken?” he asked, and Ellie sighed. “Not really.” She murmured. Soap sighed and put his hand on her cheek, in a gentle gesture. “Ah really am sorry that ye wee ones were dragged intae this.” Ellie shook her head, patting Soap’s hand. “It’s okay, really. But…you’re a good man.” She whispered, laying her head down and closing her eyes.

Soap leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. ‘Ah hope Ghost is alright.’ He thought, before sleep overtook him.

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KEYSSS my dear mutual congratulations on 1K likes aaaah you deserve all of them! May I henceforth ask for a platonic BSD matchup? I go by she/her and I don't have a preference for which gender I want to be matched up with :3

Personality: I personally don't know what my mbti is, so I'll just give a short description of my personality. I find myself to be more of a listener, but with the right type of person (really quiet or someone chaotic) I can talk for hours. People say that I'm nice and smart, but I doubt myself sometimes. I am physically affectionate with my friends, and often flirt with them only if they're not in a relationship. My friends like to banter with me and I like to tease them/make them laugh, but if they like to sit in silence then I'm perfectly fine with that as well. Sometimes I am too sacrificial and am bit too much of a people pleaser, but I am working on setting down boundaries and saying 'no'

Hobbies: I like to read books more than I like gaming and watching videos. I also like to learn new things, no matter how hard they are, because I am quite curious about a lot of matters. I can speak English and Mandarin, and I am partially fluent in French. I also love to play the piano because I find it calming <3

Topics I like to discuss: Honestly I can talk about anything as long as it's not something that I'm uncomfortable with (which I only have a few). I normally like to discuss history, books, travelling, and any funny things that happened recently in life

Things I hate: I don't hate a lot of things because I am a firm believer of the quote that love transcends all animosity, but what I really do hate are people who willingly do bad things and do not feel sorry for it. I normally am quite forgiving, but once somebody crosses that line too many times without genuinely trying to improve, then they've lost their chance

Something that makes me unique: I'm actually more of a classics person than a contemporary person. What that means is that I prefer classic books, classical music, classic movies, and old history etc. I do like watching a modern film every now and then, but I find that nothing captivates me more than the antique things. I'm probably one of the few girls my age who is more caught up with the 1700-1900s than the 2000s ahaha. I also am more of a jewellery girl than a clothing girl, and my favourite jewellery is silver jewellery :)

Preference: I'm okay with being matched by a character that commits crime, but as long as they aren't too crazy about it

What I value in others: I value loyalty, respect, and communication in others, as I believe that those are the three key points of any relationship. Bonus points if I find them fun to hang around with, and that they won't twist my morals and lead me down a darker path

Something I can't stand in others: Honestly anything that makes a toxic relationship; dishonesty, disrespect, and not listening to what I have to say

Remember to take your time my dear, and once again congratulations on 1K likes! Let's get that to 1K followers >:D

SILVER I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! I was almost done with it and then it was literally all lost, but I still got it done. thank you so much, darling, and I hope you don't mind the wait.

I match you up with Tetcho! he's a silly little man, please take care of him.

He loves listening to you. There is nothing he would rather do than listen to you talk about the things that you are interested in, and he is not affected by what other people have to say about your interests. He would be ticked off at anyone that judged someone for their preferences in media and entertainment. He would not force you to try his food, but if you do like any of the combinations he would be glowing with happiness for the rest of the week. He is always a little sunshine, though, and is nothing but supportive. He loves what makes you strange, and he loves that you love what makes him unique, too. He would not let harm befall you. He would rather be stabbed a thousand times than for you to get a paper cut, and would be even more devoted to justice after meeting you because he would want to make sure that no filthy criminals can hurt you. He would not let Jouno make fun of you or your friendship. He would probably stab his ass again, and would start doing it more if you found it funny. Either way, Jouno will eventually make peace with you. He would love to listen to you play the piano, and might even pick it up himself if he has the time. He could also learn another instrument solely so he could teach it to you. He would be a non-judgemental teacher but he would definitely be a little strict. Secretly, he is a little scared that he is too overbearing when teaching you things. Overall, he would value similar things to you in a relationship. He is an honest man who communicates well, if not sometimes too bluntly, but he would do his best to always respect you. If someone else is to disrespect you, however, all hell breaks loose. Jouno and the Huntings Dogs will obviously get lighter punishments, though, and I don't expect them to cross any lines. He would, without a doubt, try to keep you as far away from his occupation as possible. Your safety is his priority, and he could not live with himself knowing that he was the reason why you were targeted by a criminal group. He gets anxious about how you are doing, so he will send a variety of texts about how you are doing throughout the day. It's a little heartwarming knowing that you're always on his mind. Because of his constant worrying about your safety, he absolutely loves to hold you in his arms so he knows that nobody can hurt you. Sometimes, though, he just wants you to hold him instead because he is always dealing with things for other people and he just wants someone to do the same for him.

that's all for today, I hoped you liked it darling! <33 have a wonderful day or night :)

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Hi!!!! I saw your Headcannon on Secondo with an affectionate reader and I though the idea of him raining down hellfire on someone was pretty cool! Can we maybe have some head cannons for an angry Secondo? Thanks and no pressure if not

We can absolutely have some angry Secondo headcanons! I will preface this with a content warning for anger, violence, struggles with dealing with emotions, Nihil being a shit father. If any of this is a trigger or makes you uncomfortable please don't read beyond the read more line!

Out of all his brothers, Secondo is the most well-known for his temper

Growing up with Nihil as his dad and an absent mother, Secondo felt a shit ton of pressure to be the perfect backup for Primo and to prove himself to be just as useful as his older brother and just as charismatic as his younger brother

And all of that pressure partnered with Nihil raising him with archaic, toxic beliefs surrounding emotions and masculinity means that Secondo isn't good at dealing with his own emotions

He was a particularly angry teen when compared to his brothers and Copia

Where Primo would seek to diffuse all tense situations before arguments could occur and Terzo was always able to charm his way out of arguments with his charm, Secondo was always getting into fights and arguments

His words could cut hit just as hard as his punches, always knowing just the right thing to say to get the reactions he wanted out of them

Of course, the nannies and caregivers in the Ministry did their best to steer him away from these sorts of behaviours

But Secondo never listened. Despite being the child always trying to impress and always obeying his father and exceeding his expectations, he didn't have that same need to obey nannies or caregivers

It takes Secondo getting hit so hard that he falls and suffers from a concussion during a drunken fight with another Cardinal at a Ministry party for him to finally listen and go to therapy

Years of therapy and working through his toxic views around emotions and masculinity have done him wonders

His anger is still something ugly and incredibly hurtful when someone is on the receiving end of it, but he doesn't get into physical fights anymore

He's not the violent man he was as a teen and young adult

Whereas before he would yell and deliver words that cut deep without hesitation in his temper, now he's far more sinister

It starts with passive aggression. Malicious compliance. Hinting that you should probably stop doing whatever is encouraging his wrath

If someone continues to make him angry however and they're not a loved one or someone he cares for deeply, that's when he'll unleash his temper

There's no violence, but personal space is thrown out of the window

Instead of the yelling and violence of his early years, instead there is an eerie, intimidating quiet as he closes the gap with an emotionless, terrifying glare

He never forget how to sense what would hurt someone the most, and he uses that to his advantage if someone has hurt a loved one of his particularly badly

Secondo also has his own secluded room in the abbey that gets refilled with breakable items for him to throw and smash when he needs to let his anger and emotions out without effecting you or anyone else around him

He uses it much more after he meets you because while he isn't the man he used to be that doesn't mean he didn't need to continue working on himself

If someone hurts or upsets you, they hurt and upset him and that simply will not do

An 'accident' may befall someone if they cause you physical harm and trauma

There are rumours whispered around the abbey that he had someone maimed for hurting you (these rumours are exaggerations, but he does nothing to deny them)

Everyone knows at this point to avoid angering him and getting him to those points, so thankfully it doesn't happen often

He's still a work in progress, and his overprotective streak is the one thing he hasn't managed to tame or overcome yet. But perhaps in time he will

Until then, the number one rule in the Ministry?

Don't piss of Secondo Emeritus. Just don't

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Hi, I really enjoy your blog. Your yanderes are briliant. The newest yandere admirals headcannons is just chef's kiss.

If it's ok may I please ask for more yandere!admiral headcannons? Maybe including Ryokugyu/Aramaki if you're read the chapters that he showed up in/are comfortable writing him.

How woud the Admirals react to discovering after the capture that their Darling has a chronic illness that incapacitates Darling during atacks/flare ups? Pain, muscle weakness, passing out, vertigo, stuff like that during attacks. Darling isn't trying to disobey, their body is just betraying them.

Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day.

P.S. Good luck with your upcoming semester. Don't procrastinate your assignments and studying untill the due date or right before the exam. Remember to take time to take care yourself, and have some fun!

INSIDE JOB

IS HE PROTECTIVE OF YOU?

Well, he's extremely protective of you. Given the delicate situation you find yourself in, he will make sure that no harm befalls you

DOES IT BOTHER HIM?

It's not an ideal situation for you to be in, given the fact that your partner has enemies looking for his head, but unless it causes you frustrations, no he isn't bothered. He just goes with the flow

IS HE UNDERSTANDING OF HIS DARLING'S SITUATION?

He may not relate to your condition,but he understands the feeling. You go on day by day, and it's not your fault if one day you have a bad flare up/attack that leaves you bed-bound.

AS A YANDERE, WHAT DOES HE REALLY THINKS ABOUT IT?

He may have bee irritated at first,but when he discovered that you were ill, he changed his attitude. It's something you'll fight together, or so he makes you believe. He won't let you get worse, but that's not to say he's going to let you get healthier so soon. He has...more control like this.

REAL QUESTION: YAY OR NAY?

Yay, for the protection and attention he gives you. Nay because he has literally control over you, technically speaking, and although he won't abuse this, you never know.

IS HE PROTECTIVE OF YOU?

Hell yes he is. But this paranoid man he's going to get worse from now on. It takes one minute for him to become worse than a mother hen that became a jailer. The day he saw you feeling down, due to your condition, was the day he decided that you weren't going nowhere without a guard.

DOES IT BOTHER HIM?

Yes and no, but it's more of a protective aspect. He,much to your dismay, has a lot of enemies looking for any and every type of weakness they can use to bring him down. If they ever heard about you... Best he doesn't think about it

IS HE UNDERSTANDING OF HIS DARLING'S SITUATION?

He can relate to an extent. He too had to do his fair share of stay in Medbay, and he understands all to well how frustrating it can be when you can't do whatever you want. He'll try to stay at home and do his job from his home office when you have a flare up/attack

AS A YANDERE, WHAT DOES HE REALLY THINKS ABOUT IT?

It is both a blessing and a curse. Sure, he knows that you are literally at home or in his office, so he can be pretty controlling of that aspect and he loves it. But it has a lot of downside: mainly you will be followed around by guards whenever he's not around.

REAL QUESTION: YAY OR NAY?

If you're into this.. Yay. If not darling, nay absolutely.

IS HE PROTECTIVE OF YOU?

As protective as he can be, darling. And he'll do about anything he can to make sure your smile doesn't fade.

DOES IT BOTHER HIM?

No, he too has learned to live with his disability, so he gets it. But he knows that you have found a way to live with this better than he could have ever imagined. As long as you're happy and smiling, he is too

IS HE UNDERSTANDING OF HIS DARLING'S SITUATION?

He relates a lot to your situation, and you'll have days when you share your tips to survive the downside of chronic illnesses/pains. He will tell you stories to make time pass when you are bedridden

AS A YANDERE, WHAT DOES HE REALLY THINKS ABOUT IT?

Unlike the others, he is upset to see you suffering, and knowing there's little he can do about it it's even worse. He would never wish something like this to anybody,let alone his darling.

REAL QUESTION: YAY OR NAY?

Obviously yay, cause he's probably one of the few that lets you live a normal life without confining you to your home.

IS HE PROTECTIVE OF YOU?

Yes. And there's not enough words to describe the sheer amount of pressure he puts on the people around you to keep you safe when he's not there.

DOES IT BOTHER HIM?

A bit,but it is more of frustrating anger if anything else.

IS HE UNDERSTANDING OF HIS DARLING'S SITUATION?

He understands that you never wanted something like this, so he tries to lighten the mood whenever your body decides for you. To you he's nothing but sweet, to the others...

AS A YANDERE, WHAT DOES HE REALLY THINKS ABOUT IT?

He loves control, that's sure and knowing that most likely you're always at home is something that makes him smile. But he would have preferred if you didn't have to deal with it. Living constantly one call away from the doctor it's not something he would wish anyone.

REAL QUESTION: YAY OR NAY?

A bit of both, but it's leaning more towards Yay. If only because he has a lot of money to spend on you when he can't smother you with cuddles.

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Please don't let any harm befall on them so soon! Give them a week's rest at most 😫

[funtimebunnyblog]

How do you think the Pillar Men (more specifically, Kars) would react to an s/o... that's a Hamon/Ripple user? I feel it'd be rather conflicting for them...

You know what they say, dear Anon, "Opposites attract"! 🤔😅 I always like this kind of problem in fics!

Please enjoy! 🥰❤

Pillarmen with an s/o who is a Hamon user...

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

•Out of all of the Pillarmen, it's safe to say that Kars is the one with the most narrow view on Humans; let alone the ones able to wield the gift of Hamon.

•So, as you can imagine, the road to becoming the apple of his eye is a bumpy one.

•There will be a lot of hatred involved before you and him even get to a sort of love/hate stage.

•Hell, he has put it across to his own companions for Millennium that ALL users of Hamon are enemies and must be disposed of at ALL costs if they had any hopes of gaining what they wanted.

•But, in the end, it was inevitable. You somehow fell for him and he somehow fell for you, despite all this.

•For you, and ONLY you, Kars makes this exception to his one rule.

•As your lover, Kars does his best to look past your Hamon and focus on what else makes you the person he has come to adore.

•Your likes, dislikes, interests, hobbies and any other talents you may possess (besides the obvious) will interest him. He'll ask to hear all about them when you and him are together.

•This knowledge is vital to Kars as he is a man to spoil you with gifts and anything you like as he is too caught up in his work to properly devote much time to you if any.

•Other than that, don't be surprised if he also has questions on your Hamon and what makes it tick.

•Be prepared, as he will undoubtedly want to study your abilities (for his own gain in defeating the lower Hamon users in his way) but he will seek your consent on it first.

•Despite your drastic differences in morals and abilities, Kars will respect you as highly as he does his companions and will love you endlessly without question.

•Just don't get your hopes up on perhaps convincing him to defeat other Hamon users like yourself in a more Humane way and obtain the stone more peacefully. Having a Hamon user as a Mate does nothing to butter him up in that category!

•Kars did things his way and his way alone, he didn't give a damn on how many people he had to step on to get there, and if you didn't like that he would only encourage you to turn your head.

Esidisi:

•Admittedly, the gift of Hamon is something that has secretly interested Esidisi for as long as it has been a threat to him.

•He'd even go as far as to say that he admires the ability and perhaps a handful of the most powerful users he's encountered (and slaughtered).

•His devotion to Kars and his shared quest for Ultimate power, however, has made every Human in his way his immediate enemy.

•Things changed, of course, when you came into the picture.

•Like Kars, Esidisi makes this exception for you and you alone but that doesn't mean that he will seek Kars' approval before initiating a full relationship with you.

•It was rare that Esidisi would think to engage in something so openly against Kars' wishes but this was also an exception on his part. You had better consider yourself lucky.

•Despite this, Esidisi will take some care to be sure you don't get caught in the others affairs (especially if you aren't in the favour of his oldest companion) but ultimately because you are Esidisi's chosen lover no harm will befall you.

•Esidisi is a passionate man. With every bit of spare time he can get a hold of in between his missions for Kars in obtaining the stone, he makes sure he spends it exclusively with you.

•He'll satisfy you in every way but still leaves you craving more when forced to depart.

•He might even go so far as to bring you back something nice he found while he was out.

•Unlike Kars, he might want to know a little more about your Hamon just for the sake of his own interest (not his own gain). He respects you enough not to exploit you like that.

•Like Kars, however, do not think to even try and sway him from doing what must be done to those ill-fated souls who stand in his way.

•Esidisi has a job to do, he has his own goals to achieve and he can't make everyone happy in doing so.

Wamuu:

•This may come as a surprise to you but to Wamuu, it doesn't really matter to him personally whether you are a Hamon user or not.

•Hamon was just a battle tactic, a practice, no different from his own practices really.

•To him, only strength mattered. And because he found himself attracted to you, that meant that you had great strength indeed!

•However, this will prove to be a problem because he knew very well his Masters didn't share the same views as him on strength. Especially when it came down to the Hamon Tribe and its Warriors.

•If anything, Wamuu might just attempt to keep his relationship with you hidden from them all together.

•Wamuu wouldn't dare go against the wishes of his Masters and he knew very well that they would disapprove of this union. So as long as they didn't know this and he was doing his job of working to find the Red stone, everyone could be happy.

•Wamuu's encounters with you will be brief and fleeting because of this. No time for sweet nothings and romancing!

•He brings you gifts and likely only has time to exchange a few words before taking off as to not raise any suspicions and he hopes that is enough to satisfy you as much as it does him.

•But what is done in the dark will always come to light.

•Be warned, when Kars and Esidisi do find out about Wamuu running around with a Hamon user of all people under their noses, their disapproval is more than evident and Wamuu will be properly punished; no ifs ands or buts about it.

•Despite this, Wamuu will plead with them to spare you. It's the one thing he dares to ask of them!

•Chances are, since Wamuu has made his choice on making you his Mate despite their views, you will be spared but you are now under their strict watch and control. You will have no say in this.

•Look on the bright side, at least this way Wamuu will be able to spend more time with you and it won't be behind anyone's backs.

•The Warrior will undoubtedly ask you to spar with him and implore you to use your Hamon on him at that; don't you dare hold back! He uses your abilities to polish up his own skills.

•Wamuu will hate to see you unhappy (which you probably are in this situation) and he will do anything to make you at least a little happy but he has no say in this either, really.

•His love for you is deep and true, Hamon user and "enemy" or not. You complete him in ways no one else can.

Santana:

•Unlike the others of his kindred, Hamon is something entirely new to Santana. Something strange, exciting even.

•He's absolutely intrigued with the phenomenon. How does it work? How did you come by this? Are you the only one who can do the things you do?

•This is one of the reasons Santana decided to take you as his Mate in the first place, as it was clear to him that you were some sort of evolved form of Human and therefore more appealing to him than any other ordinary and unevolved Human.

•Expect many questions, Santana's eyes burning into you as more and more tumble out past his lips in deep, broken English.

•There will be much poking and proding and examining on his part too. Don't get upset if he tugs questioningly at your clothing (especially any Hamon conducting articles you happen to be wearing) as he's just trying to learn!

•He wants to watch you use it. He wants to see the lengths you can use it. He wants to feel it against him despite its danger just for curiositys sake.

•In turn, you may ask him any questions you have about him and his inhuman abilities. (Tread lightly if you question him on his kin, however!).

•It will become no secret that Santana is a possessive Mate. You are a special Human and therefore special to him and this made you are his and his alone.

•Even if you can defend yourself (which you undoubtedly can), you will never have to while you're with him as he will destroy everything he deems a threat to you.

•And that will include other Hamon users that come too close to his abode; don't think it won't!

•Though a little possessive, you are not his prisoner. You are allowed to explore his Home as much as you like, though he would prefer to travel with you when you do.

•He does his best to remember you have a much more complicated diet than him and will often go out to hunt and drag Home something specifically for you.

•Apart from his many questions about your Hamon, Santana is also quiet. So quiet it's awkward at points, offering little more than a "Hmm," or a grunt on the norm.

•You had best not get your hopes up on him being overly chummy and chatty with you so this is something you will simply have to get used to.

•Like his estranged companion Wamuu, Santana has the ability to sense if you are unhappy with your situation and will put an effort into making you happy.

•Despite your obvious differences in species, your Hamon is something that actually makes Santana feel more alike to you.

•More alike to him than even his own kind.

[starglitterz]

Could you please make hcs for Diluc, Kaeya, Bennett and Xingqiu with a gn s/o that is a really powerful anemo vision user? But, the thing is, they are actually pretty chill in their life-style, no adventuring or fighting monsters or anything, they are a random farmer that no one would bat a eye if not for the fact that Hillichurls and Mitachurls seen to be seen constantly around where they grow their vegetables, so yeah, they will not just watch some Mitachurl wreak havoc on their babies

hello !! one order of a donut coming right up ! i hope you enjoy it, and ty for ordering from quill's dessert cafe 🍧

🍩 genshin boys with a powerful anemo vision user s/o

feat; bennett, diluc, kaeya, xingqiu x gn!reader

warnings; none

bennett.

you and bennett had just started dating recently, and were still in the process of getting to know each other. it might have been sped up if it wasn't for the fact that most of your dates went haywire halfway through thanks to his bad luck. however, you never let it dampen bennett's mood or yours, and often reminded him it wasn't his fault whenever he started getting insecure that you would leave him.

of course, bennett had noticed the anemo vision you wielded, but had yet to see you in battle with it. for that at least he was grateful, because he didn't know what he would do if anything bad happened to you. he assumed you weren't much of a warrior due to your relaxed demeanor, as you weren't a member of the adventurer's guild nor a knight of favonius. bennett wasn't sure if he was strong enough to protect the two of you in a fight, especially with the entire universe conspiring against him.

one day, you decided to invite bennett over to your farm. it was a little on the outskirts of springvale, where there were acres of flat land that were perfect for growing a healthy harvest. your boyfriend was incredibly excited, and was buzzing with energy all day as he rapidly fired off questions about anything remotely related to farming. 'what tools do you use?' 'how often do you water them?' 'do you know how to cook with these crops?' 'you do?! can you teach me to make something?' the list went on and on, and frankly you were very pleased to see bennett being this interested in your profession.

however, when the two of you arrived, there was a huge blazing axe mitachurl swinging its weapon around in the middle of your lush field! bennett's jaw dropped as he considered how much damage it would cause to your crops if the axe lit up, while you merely cursed under your breath 'not this again.'

without a trace of fear, you rushed ahead, unwilling to see any harm befall your beloved crops and oblivious to bennett telling you how dangerous it was. 'don't worry!' you called back as some sort of reassurance, but bennett was obviously still going to worry. he would have followed you into battle if he wasn't so terrified that his bad luck would only make things more difficult for you, not to mention his pyro vision would simply set the crops aflame. the mitachurl's white eyes rested on you for a moment before a mighty growl escaped its throat as it prepared to lunge forward and crush you beneath its feet.

you merely held your hand out towards it and concentrated, while muttering a quick prayer to barbatos. almost immediately, the vision you owned began to glow as you summoned a gust of wind which whipped around you, bennett and the mitachurl with a howl loud enough to rival that of andrius. as you clenched your fingers, the wind blew towards the mitachurl and knocked it off its feet before pushing it so far away it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. dusting off your hands, you instantly bent down to check your plants as if defeating giant monsters were just part of your daily routine.

'that was so cool!' bennett cheered as he ran over to you, 'i didn't know you were so strong!' you smiled at his enthusiasm, 'thanks. now could you help me water these? i think the fight might have dehydrated them.'

bennett now knows you have a hidden side reserved solely for unknowing hilichurls who dare trample your crops, and he thinks it's the most epic thing ever. he feels as if you're a sort of superhero coming to your helpless vegetables' defense. he also loves how you treat your plants as your babies, taking such amazing care of them. however, he doesn't visit your farm as often anymore, the two of you prefer meeting up in mondstadt, because whenever he comes over, the number of hilichurls and mitachurls trying to attack your crops increases by way too much.

diluc.

you were quite well-known in mondstadt for your green thumb, and you had a stall where you sold the vegetables you grew in the field outside your house. diluc only got to know you when you visited the angel's share after work for a drink. the two of you began talking, and eventually started dating.

the dawn winery had been suffering from a lack of grape produce recently, which in turn affected the amount of wine they could create, causing diluc to be rather concerned. well aware of your talent with growing plants, and your skill in farming, he came to you for advice. you agreed to visit the winery with him to check out what was wrong and hopefully get to the root of the problem. to be honest, you were very happy that diluc had chosen to ask you. it sometimes felt like your stoic boyfriend despised requesting assistance, preferring instead to deal with his issues alone. the fact that he asked you showed just how much diluc trusted you.

diluc was a very perceptive man, and of course he had noticed your anemo vision. as far as he knew, and he personally believed he knew you quite well, you didn't spend your time adventuring or fighting. with his limited knowledge of farming, diluc supposed you used your vision to... blow bugs off the leaves of your vegetables???

the two of you were heading towards the mansion and its expansive land when you suddenly heard a shout, only to see connor running towards you and diluc looking absolutely terrified. 'there's a horde of hilichurls outside the winery!' he yelled in between pants to catch his breath. always ready to act, diluc gripped his claymore as his vision began to glow, but you quickly stopped him, 'diluc, the vines will burn if you use your vision.' seeing the wisdom in your words, he lowered his weapon and sighed, 'but the hilichurls-' with an enigmatic smile, you replied 'leave it to me.'

diluc trusted you, but he wasn't about to let you rush headfirst into blatant danger. so when you tried to run towards the field of grape vines, to which the hilichurls were also moving precariously close, diluc held you back. 'i'll be fine', you promised, and he had no choice but to let you go. with his heart in his throat, diluc watched as you strolled almost casually towards the monsters.

raising one hand, you focused all your energy on the hilichurls, who had just noticed your presence. you swung your arm at them, and suddenly a tornado of swirling wind appeared out of nowhere and blew in their direction. the hilichurls were lifted into the air and tossed away, after being spun around long enough to make them permanently dizzy. with the threat eliminated, you started to investigate the plants to find the problem.

diluc rushed over, 'are you alright, my love?' with your hands on your hip, you smiled at him 'yup!' before turning to connor and scowling 'which genius thought using slimeicide would be a good idea?' 'oh, that was me... why?' 'it's hurting your plants!'

thanks to your intervention, the dawn winery was saved from eventual bankruptcy, and for that diluc was extremely grateful. he also admired your prowess in using the anemo vision gifted to you, although he would definitely still worry for your safety.

kaeya.

kaeya alberich, cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, was dating you. how had that happened? he had first seen you when you were selling homegrown vegetables at your stall, and then started flirting with you. flirting was a sort of hobby for him, and he didn't actually expect his flings to go anywhere. however, with you, kaeya found himself genuinely enjoying the conversation, and he started coming to see you every day until he mustered up the courage to ask you out.

kaeya may look playful on the outside, but in reality, he's very observant, and had quickly noticed your turquoise anemo vision. he was also aware that you weren't an adventurer, but since he was dating you, he decided not to pry, and instead wait for you to open up on what you used it for on your own.

it so happened that one fine day you had invited kaeya over for dinner. although he had been loaded with work from acting grandmaster jean, who claimed he was slacking off recently, the eagerness he was feeling to visit your place for the first time gave him the energy he needed to power through it and hand it back to jean the same day with a smug smirk. however, when he arrived at your farm, he noticed you were standing right in between two hilichurls who did not look friendly at all!

your name slipped past his lips in a cry of fear as he quickly unsheathed his sword, ready to fight them off, but as he ran towards you, he realised that perhaps you didn't need his help after all. with confidence, you summoned a wind current that lifted you into the air, much to the shock of both the hilichurls and kaeya. you were carrying nothing but a rake, so kaeya believed you must have been gardening when you were surrounded by the monsters. however, you were creative enough to use the rake as a weapon, and you performed a mighty plunge attack after being boosted up by your anemo current. the hilichurls were knocked back by the impact, and it certainly knocked some fear into them as well, for the next moment they simply ran away in the opposite direction.

clapping slowly to hide how impressed he was, kaeya strolled towards you, "i never knew you could fight so well, darling." you smiled, "i prefer farming, plus i knew you would try to get me to join the knights." he feigned embarassment with a playful smirk, "you know me too well."

overall, kaeya was quite pleased to find out that you had this hidden fighter side, and he would probably tease you about it a lot. "if you're that mad at me you could always just use your vision against me, you know," he's fond of winking at you, even if it's just to see your flustered reaction.

xingqiu.

xingqiu had first met you when he was visiting qingce village to look for the final installment in the latest martial arts novel series he was reading at the time. the two of you had hit it off very quickly, and decided to start dating. you both spent hours talking about everything under the sun as you explored liyue to escape xingqiu's legacy and his busy life at the city.

of course he had seen your anemo vision, who could miss that turqoise gleam? he had never seen you use it, but in his creative writer's mind, he made up fantasies where you were the most powerful anemo user alive, utilising the powers granted to you by the archon barbatos to slay evildoers without hesitation. however, in reality, he suspected you were just a regular person who had been through a lot, and had been blessed with a vision. it wasn't that big of a deal to him anyway, he was with you for your company, not your strength.

one summer afternoon, he was walking to your house to pick you up for the day's adventure, when he spotted a mitachurl carrying a huge shield rushing up to you. your back was turned to it, and you were gently caressing the blossom of a flower in your garden with one hand and watering the vegetables on the ground beside it with the other. he yelled out your name as a warning, and dashed to protect you, but you called back, "it's fine, xingqiu!"

standing up, you faced the mitachurl and groaned - did it really have nothing better to do than to interrupt your farming time? your vision started glowing as you summoned a gust of wind that blew away the mitachurl's shield as if it was just a tiny toy instead of a heavy broad piece of wood. with its protection out of the way, you pointed a threatening hand at it to gesture that you were going to attack, causing it to turn around and flee at once.

glad that the danger was eliminated, xingqiu ran over to you and searched your body for injuries before sighing with relief. "i'm so happy you weren't hurt, my liege," he hugged you tightly before pressing a kiss on your temple. "xingqiu, we're dating, do you really still have to call me that?" "of course, my liege. now, onto our next adventure!"

learning how powerful you are doesn't make much of a difference in your relationship, except xingqiu might probably ask you to teach him a few moves every now and then so he can practice during his 'moments of solitude'.

quill speaks !

i love how this request had so many best boys,,, cries bennett deserves the world he is The Cutest Ever this request nearly made me cry many times bc tumblr died like twice and deleted everything i had written 😦 anon u better pay me some good money for this 🤨‼ /j hopefully i wrote ur request well !! i hope it wasn't too repetitive hehe <3 although i wasnt exactly sure how to write visions working T_T

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[saturnsstufff]

The Empress pt.VII

Ya like weddings?

Warnings: Hinting to sexual Innuendos.

   “I don't mind them” you said, taking your seat in front of him per usual. “Why do you ask?” you questioned, your head tilting slightly. your eyes watching his kind ones.

   “General Hawthorne is marrying her lover, since she is a friend of mine since our early childhood, she asked me to walk her down the isle in place of her deceased father” you smiled gently finding that action very sweet. “Since I was going with my family... I was curious if you would attend as my date perhaps?” pink dusted his cheeks, watching your eyes intently for your response. your cheeks flushed at the question.

   “I-Id love too” you said, eyes slightly widened. You could feel your heart beating faster, subconsciously you started to fidget with your hands. He asked you as his date. Phil’s words laced through your mind slowly. 

   Techno's form visibly relaxed at your words. feeling a major weight lifted off his shoulders. He had herd from Phil that you were quite soft with the thought of him, as was Techno of you. after your nightly snowball fight, Techno couldn't get you out of his mind. That night he thought for hours on the sight of you under him, smiling ever so fondly up at him. It had his heart in complete knots. He could tell you trusted him completely. For how you always put your guard down around him, it made it easy for him to read you. He saw your lingering eyes at dinners and the casual times you would reach out for him, hug him or just make attempts at contact. He could hear how your voice was when he had to leave. You wanted him to stay. Techno would admit, although he wasn't one for many gatherings. the idea of seeing you in something more formal had him rather eager. He never had a taste for the court women, there poofy frilly dresses, all the extra jewelry they would drape on themselves. He never found attraction to it. Yet when his eyes linger to you, he couldn't wait to see how you presented yourself. Would you wear jewelry? He thought back to the golden earrings you had made a while ago. his eyes lingered to his desk drawer.

   “I suppose if your going as my date, you should have the finest things. correct?” Techno's eyes glanced to you. You looked at him doe-eyed, he had to clear his throat and glance away. His cheeks going pinker at the sight of you.

   “I-I... I mean, I’ll be ok with what I have Techno” You watched him. He pulled one of his drawers out and taken something out.

   Techno sighed. “(y/n) I'm gonna be honest with you...” He said walking to stand in front of you. He offered you his hand, when you took it you could feel how clamy his hand was. He was nervous. He gently pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. although he towered you, you were not scared by his presence. You actually found him very comforting. He gently let go of your hand and showed you a little velvet box. You recognized this box easily. It’s what you put the earrings you made in. “Do you remember these?” He asked. You nodded in response. how could you forget after all. “What was the ingot, and gem’s I gave you, when you made these?” You paused briefly. thinking back on this.

   “It was a gold ingot, and emerald's” You said looking up to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

   “It wasn't just any golden ingot” He said, his eyes now finding yours. “Do you remember when I raided that Mansion? the night we found Tommy?” You nodded. again, how could you forget something that was important to you. Yes, you remembered it for Tommy, but it also was the day Techno said the two of you were friends. “That night I left with a totem of undying. That totem will guarantee that the person holding it will not die.” He pressed his lips.  collecting his thoughts. “I..I-I don't let people very close to me... But you, Your just different. I-I, I cant put my finger on why. But you are, and when I say I will protect you. I promise, I will protect you.” His cheeks were a light red now. He was stumbling over his words as he opened the box to show the earrings you made. “I understand that at times, I wont be at your side. But I made a promise to your father, that at no point would I ley harm befall you” You gently rested your hand on his to reassure him. He was nervous, you knew he had no reason to. But that didn't stop him from stumbling over himself. “What I'm tryin’ to say is. Please... Please wear these for me...”

   You knew Techno well enough to know that this was his way of saying he cared for you. He was asking you to wear something that would prevent your life from ending. You gave him a kind smile, almost a loving one. “Anything to make you happy” You said softly. His eyes softened by ten-fold. Oh you definitely had his heart in your hand. “could you put them in for me?” You asked, looking up at him. He gave you a slow nod. gently removing your studs, he placed them on his desk as to not loose them to the floor. You felt him put your new emerald earrings in. The Gold of them made with totem of undying. The earrings you now wore, were the same style ones that Techno and Phil wore together. The three of you now having matching earrings.

   Techno’s eyes lingered as he put the earrings in. You were so warm to the touch, your skin ever so soft. when you looked up to him with innocence. He couldn't help but think of other things...

   later that night you were sitting on your bed thinking. You had forgotten to ask Techno about himself. Far to lost with the moment he gave you, your new favorite earrings. You glanced to your clock. It was late. Your mind drifted back to Techno. You couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to see him again and talk to him more. 

   “maybe... just a quick visit...” you said to yourself as you got up, slowly waling out of your room. Heading for Technoblade’s room. You had never been to his room, of course you’ve passed it. But you’ve never had a reason to enter, until now. You knocked gently on the large door. waiting for a ‘Enter’ or some signal to go in.

   When the door opened it was your turn to go speechless, and red with blush. Techno stood there lazily, his hair was completely down and brushed out of every braid he normally wore. He had no crown, and no shirt. You couldn't help how your eyes fell, I mean you already were chest level with him, but this did not help. He did go pink at your longing stare, choosing to tease you about it for more amusement. “You know my eye’s are up here Princess...” You drew in a breath and quickly spewed out apologies. only earning a fond chuckle from him. “I'm only kiddin’” He leaned on the door way well giving you a moment to compose yourself. Your blush never leaving. “what brings you to my room? Don't tell me your still tryna’ sleep with me now” You gave him a shy smile before starting.

   “I uhm.. wanted to actually ask you a bit about yourself... I meant to earlier, but we were side tracked with the earrings.” You explained. He hummed and stepped aside for you. You gave him a quizzical look not understanding why he moved.

   “I'm not going to talk to you at my doorway, Princess” You realized he wanted you to come inside. you slowly entered, having not expected this turn of advents. Well you looked around you realized he actually had a nice room. It was a decent size room. In the middle was a rather large, four-poster bed, the covers were pulled back a bit signaling he probably had just gotten out of bed to get the door. There was a fireplace across from his bed with two sofa’s placed in front of it. He had two doors made of glass that led to a rather large balcony beside his bed. Where the room looked natural, there were books lingering, and set aside everywhere, he had bookshelves against the wall. Somehow it fit for him. On one wall there were two doors. one probably being a bathroom and the other for a closet. His room was actually pretty cold contrasting to the way it looked. You assumed it was like this because his body temperature was hotter like Phil said. “Would you like to sit at the sofa or the bed?” his eyes lingered yours. 

   Glancing between the two you really didn't mind, your rubbed your arms from the chill of the room well you thought. Techno had noticed this and walked towards his bed, pulling the covers back more. “Here... clime in over here. If your cold now, your just going to get colder.” you looked to him and went pink. You chewed your lip a bit thinking, ultimately deciding it wouldn't hurt to sit beside him.

   You walked over and climbed up onto his bed. it was so soft, you relaxed down and pulled the covers over your legs, praying for the heaviness of the blankets to rush forth their warmth. Techno climbed in next to you and got comfortable again. As he shifted he figured he would ask. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” he moved his head to face yours. 

   You both were laying on your backs, loosely facing each other. “Well... I guess id just like to know more. You know about my childhood and stuff... I was curious if I could know about yours maybe” He pondered a bit, thinking about your words.

   “I suppose that’s fair. It’s a bit lengthy though, princess” you shifted your body and faced him, showing he had your full attention.

   “I don't mind. Your interesting, anything you tell me will be worth it” He smiled softly at you.

   “is that so...” he mused. You nodded and he lightly chuckled, running a hand over his face well he thought. Your eyes lingered down his jaw to his neck. Without his usual pendants it looked bare, he had a prominent collar bone. His shoulder muscles also were very prominent. All in all Techno had a side profile of a god. 

   After Techno thought of were to start, he slowly began. “When I was about one or two Phil had found me in the Nether. I guess he was just making a supply run for some potions and I was just left behind. He couldn't leave me there so he took me home with him... That's when I met my Mother. She was a very kind and loving person... She always cared more about others than herself. She Taught me how to read, write, she basically taught me everything she could..” His eyes went a little sad. you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed thickly. “She didn't care that I was a hybrid, she was always protective of me... If someone from the court made a comment on me not being a prince she wouldn't hesitate to stand up for my name. Of course Phil would stand up for me too, but mother was the most protective of her boys.” He took a deep breath pondering again. “when I was five Mother had Wilbur, it was a weird adjustment to being a older brother, but I didn't care, I took Wil with me wherever I could. He could be a massive pain, but he’s still my brother” You gave him a sweet smile, finding it cute of how he talked about his brother. “When Wilbur was Four, I was Nine.” he gave a slight pained laugh. suppressing his emotion. “It was right after my birthday... Mother and Dadza had sat down for a dinner. In the middle of it she started to choke. We knew there was a spy among us, after all we were in a rough spot with one other country." He let out a sharp breath "But those bastards targeted her." You gently rested your hand on his arm for reassurance, your smile having fallen. Gently rubbing your thumb over his arm. You didn't realize how strong he was until you felt his muscles under your hand. Slowly he continued on. "I had always herd voices.. they linger and get louder when they ban together... sometimes they request things... Other times just they talk among themselves...” Your brow furrowed as his tone lowered and slowed. His head turned to you, almost checking to make sure he didn't scare you with that information. He was tense, but as soon as he met your eyes he relaxed slowly. “When Dadza and I realized why she was choking... We found out my voices had a very keen ideal for violence... Her funeral was hard... The whole palace adored her completely... Not to mention Wilbur took it the hardest... It does still bother me on some days... But after a while I just came to terms she wouldn't come back." Your slowly rubbed your thumb over his arm again. Gently giving a squeeze to show some reassurance. He gave a soft slight smile. Resting his hand on yours. " When I turned Fifteen Dadza had stepped down from the throne and gave it to me. He said it was time to make a name for myself. About that time Sarah Joined the army. That's when we started turning our small kingdom into a expanding Empire. We had the same ideals and goals so we knew with each others support we could do it” you watched him. Unlike Wilbur who wasn't over his mothers death, Techno, like he said was over his stage of grief. He mourned, but knew nothing would bring her back. So it was best not to live in the past.

   You adjusted your head on the pillows to see him better. "You said Sarah was a childhood friend?" He hummed, his hand still rested on yours. Offering warmth to your rather cold ones.

   "I know I met her when my mother was alive. Sarah's mom was my mothers personal Knight, and best friend. Sarah's father was part of our court too, so she was always around one way or another." Techno subconsciously shifted closer to you. Your hand still beneath his. "The court tried to set us up, but Sarah made it clear that she was strictly devoted to her work. Well, she was. Couple months months ago she proposed to the jeweler's Daughter. So as of lately she's been trying to sort things out for the wedding." You smiled softly. Happy that she had someone to confide her love in. "Sarah's a good General... She has her blood thirsty tendencies, but she's a good woman. She just wants, what's best for the Empire and for the Royal family." He let your hand go and slowly turned to face you, now resting on his side. His eyes lingered yours and then slowly dropped down to your lips, and neck. He took your hand in his and and held it gently. Liking the feeling of your gentle hand in his.

   Your hand wasn't soft, it was calloused with the hard work you put into your trade. Although Calloused they were ever so gentle. When Techno held your hand he could only marvel at how tiny it was.

   Recently techno had started thinking. Especially after the snowball fight. You laced his mind before, but now it was becoming a awfully noticeable. You were actually the other reason Seraphina was in Techno's office. Techno had a feeling that what he felt for you, went beyond a casual friendship. But, he's had no prior relationships to base this off of so he needed a outside opinion.

    He found himself pondering you quite often, whether late at night, when he was in his office. Ect. He had even talked to Phil about it. Sarah poked fun that Techno finally had fallen for someone, specifically you. Unlike Sarah, Phil was casual when talking to Techno. Asking if you made him happy, if your happiness was important to him. Techno knew he wanted someone strong, kind, and gentle. But also someone who could make a elegant, but confident Empress. When he thought of you, he knew you were everything he wanted. You were kind, gentle, hardworking, smart, and your confidence was growing daily. Phil had mentioned that he knew he had met the right person, when he couldn't see her with anyone else but him. When Techno tried to imagine you with a different man, he could feel his stomach twist into the beginning of jealously.

   Well he pondered this, it hit him. Almost full force.

   He wanted you.

   After the talk of Techno's childhood, and Sarah's wedding. You two sat in a soft silence, having no urge to talk and disrupt it. The walls had the light of the fire dancing in front of you two. the light dancing over techno’s and your face. Your eyes flickered between each other, almost waiting for someone to make a move. Occasionally techno would glance to your lips or neck again. But you would also catch him looking at your earring. He was always hard to read, so you just sat admiring him. Wishing to wrap your arms around him in another hug.

   Soon his hand let yours go. You gave him a slight confused expression, having loved the feeling of his hand on yours. you went to protest but you were cut off.

   Techno cupped your cheek gently. Moving closer to press his lips to yours in a ever so sweet kiss. It wasn't forced, he allowed room incase you wished to pull back from him. But thankfully you didn't. You rested your hand on his and kissed him back with everything you had. 

   The kiss was worth a million words. Unspoken words. Techno had a hard time explaining his feelings. But his actions always shown where he stood with people, and where he wanted to stand with you, was right at your side.

   He did slowly part from you, his eyes lingering yours for any sign of disproval or hesitation. But he saw none. You were looking up at him doe-eyed, he couldn't help but want to stare at how pleading you looked.

   "May I.. k...kiss you again?..." He asked softly. You nodded, your cheeks far past pink and going to a hot red. You could only utter out a quiet 'please'.

   He didn't hesitate to give you what you wished for. His lips were back on yours. To make it easier he sat up on his elbow a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you tightly against him, well his lips never left yours. He could feel your arm snake around his neck, the other one resting on his chest. your body was beckoning him closer. His hand held firm on your back, keeping you pressed to him. He didn't want to let you go, now that he had you. now that you were in his bed. He wanted nothing more than to keep you close and protected.

   The kiss, although loving and soft, was deep and passionate. Something that you and Techno had wanted from each other, and now that it was a arm's length away, you were not going to let it go.

   Techno had wanted this moment longer than he realized. The feeling of your soft lips on his was addicting, he didn't want to stop. Without much thought he gently moved his hand down to your thigh, pulling it closer so your legs intertwined with his. Only roughly a hour ago he was joking about you sleeping with him. But if you continued your grip on his shoulder he sworn he may have just went through with it. Techno couldn't deny it any longer.

He was in love.

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[alhamdulillah10]

Remember what you are working towards. Don’t let your emotions throw you off when things aren’t going according to plan. Discipline and remember how you need to think and act in order to achieve what you need. You don’t have to fake your positivity but you also don’t have to act like your world is ending when things are turning out differently. Learn to discipline yourself in tough moments and to go with the flow of what’s being presented to you. Master yourself.

Why am I always being Tested? Why is life so Hard? Why don't I ever get this or that?

I am always asking: Why was I tested?

Quran answers: “Do men think that they will be left alone saying, ’We believe’, and that they will not be tested? We did test those before them, and Allaah will certainly know those who are true from those who are false.” [29:2-3]

I am always asking: Why could I never get what I want?

Quran answers: ”It is possible that you dislike a thing which is good for you, and that you love a thing, which is bad for you. But Allaah knows, while you know not.” Surah Al-Baqarah [2:216]

I am always asking: Why was I burdened this way?

Quran answers: “Allaah does not place a burden to a soul greater than it can bear. It gets every good that it earns, and it suffers every ill that it earns.” Surah Al-Baqarah [2:286] & “So verily, with every difficulty there is relief: (repeated) Verily, with every difficulty there is relief.” Surah Al-Insyirah [94:5-6]

I am always asking: Why do I feel weak?

Quran answers: “So do not weaken and do not grieve, and you will be superior if you are [true] believers.” Surah Al-Imran [3:139]

I am always asking: How can I face it?

Quran answers: ” O you who believe! Persevere in patience and constancy; compete in such perseverance; strengthen each other; and fear Allaah that you may prosper.” Surah Al-Imran [3:200] & “And seek (Allaah’s) help with patience, perseverance and prayer: It is indeed hard, except to those who bring a humbly submissive (to Allaah).” Surah Al-Baqarah [2:45]

I am always asking: What do I get for all these?

Quran answers: “Indeed, Allaah has purchased from the believers their lives and properties (in exchange) for that they will have the garden (of Paradise)…” Surah At-Taubah [9:111]

I am always asking: To whom can I depend?

Quran answers: “(Allaah) suffices me: there is no god but He: On Him is my trust- He the Lord of the Throne (of Glory) Supreme.” Surah At-Taaubah [9:129]

I always say: But i feel I can’t take it anymore!

Quran answers: “…and never give up hope of Allaah’s Soothing Mercy; truly No one despairs of Allaah’s Soothing Mercy. except Those who have no faith.” Surah Yusuf [9:87] & “Despairs not of the Mercy of Allaah: for Allaah forgives All sins for He is Often- Forgiving, Most Merciful.” Surah Az-Zumar [39:53]

One of the greatest blessings of faith is the fact that everything Allah decrees for the believer, whether in ease or hardship, will be good for him. If he experiences ease, he remains grateful and is rewarded. If he experiences hardship, he remains patient and is rewarded.

Suhaib reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

عَجَبًا لِأَمْرِ الْمُؤْمِنِ إِنَّ أَمْرَهُ كُلَّهُ خَيْرٌ وَلَيْسَ ذَاكَ لِأَحَدٍ إِلَّا لِلْمُؤْمِنِ إِنْ أَصَابَتْهُ سَرَّاءُ شَكَرَ فَكَانَ خَيْرًا لَهُ وَإِنْ أَصَابَتْهُ ضَرَّاءُ صَبَرَ فَكَانَ خَيْرًا لَهُ

Wondrous is the affair of the believer for there is good for him in every matter and this is not the case with anyone except the believer. If he is happy, then he thanks Allah and thus there is good for him, and if he is harmed, then he shows patience and thus there is good for him.

Source: Sahih Muslim 2999, Grade: Sahih

Anas ibn Malik reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

عَجِبْتُ لِلْمُؤْمِنِ إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَا يَقْضِي لِلْمُؤْمِنِ قَضَاءً إِلَّا كَانَ خَيْرًا لَهُ

I am amazed by the believer. Verily, Allah does not decree anything for the believer except what is good for him.

Source: Musnad Ahmad 12495, Grade: Hasan

Allah will test us with both goodness and evil to see how we will behave.

Allah said:

وَنَبْلُوكُم بِالشَّرِّ وَالْخَيْرِ فِتْنَةً ۖ وَإِلَيْنَا تُرْجَعُونَ

We test you with evil and with good as trial, and to Us you will be returned.

Surah Al-Anbiya 21:35

And Allah said:

وَبَلَوْنَاهُم بِالْحَسَنَاتِ وَالسَّيِّئَاتِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَرْجِعُونَ

We tried them with both good and evil that they might return.

Surah Al-A’raf 7:168

Allah afflicts us with calamities and hardship because of our sins, and He intends for us to learn lessons from these events and to turn in repentance to Him.

Allah said:

وَمَا أَصَابَكُم مِّن مُّصِيبَةٍ فَبِمَا كَسَبَتْ أَيْدِيكُمْ وَيَعْفُو عَن كَثِيرٍ

Whatever strikes you of disaster, it is for what your hands have earned, but He pardons much.

Surah Ash-Shura 42:30

And Allah said:

أَوَلَا يَرَوْنَ أَنَّهُمْ يُفْتَنُونَ فِي كُلِّ عَامٍ مَّرَّةً أَوْ مَرَّتَيْنِ ثُمَّ لَا يَتُوبُونَ وَلَا هُمْ يَذَّكَّرُونَ

Do they not see that they are tried every year once or twice but then they do not repent nor do they remember?

Surah At-Tawbah 9:126

In such a situation, we are called upon to remain patient and steadfast in our faith. Such was the advice given to the son of Luqman, upon him be peace.

Allah said:

يَا بُنَيَّ أَقِمِ الصَّلَاةَ وَأْمُرْ بِالْمَعْرُوفِ وَانْهَ عَنِ الْمُنكَرِ وَاصْبِرْ عَلَىٰ مَا أَصَابَكَ ۖ إِنَّ ذَٰلِكَ مِنْ عَزْمِ الْأُمُورِ

O my son, establish prayer and enjoin good and forbid evil and be patient over what befalls you. Verily, those are matters requiring determination.

Surah Luqman 31:17

When we are patient, these hardships and calamities are a means to expiate our sins.

Abu Huraira reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

مَنْ يُرِدِ اللَّهُ بِهِ خَيْرًا يُصِبْ مِنْهُ

If Allah intends good for someone, then He afflicts him with trials.

Source: Sahih Bukhari 5321, Grade: Sahih

Mus’ad ibn Sa’eed reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

فَمَا يَبْرَحُ الْبَلَاءُ بِالْعَبْدِ حَتَّى يَتْرُكَهُ يَمْشِي عَلَى الْأَرْضِ مَا عَلَيْهِ خَطِيئَةٌ

The servant will continue to be tried until he is left walking upon the earth without any sin.

Source: Sunan At-Tirmidhi 2398, Grade: Sahih

Likewise, Allah sends us blessings and bounties in order to test us if we will be grateful.

Allah said:

إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَذُو فَضْلٍ عَلَى النَّاسِ وَلَٰكِنَّ أَكْثَرَ النَّاسِ لَا يَشْكُرُونَ

Verily, Allah gives favor to the people but most of the people are not grateful.

Surah Ghafir 40:60

Allah said:

لِيَأْكُلُوا مِن ثَمَرِهِ وَمَا عَمِلَتْهُ أَيْدِيهِمْ ۖ أَفَلَا يَشْكُرُونَ

They eat of His fruit and their hands have not produced it, so will they not be grateful?

Surah Ya Sin 36:35

For this reason, the believers will praise Allah no matter what occurs, even if it appears bad, for they do not know the hidden good Allah has put into it.

Sa’d ibn Abi Waqqas reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

عَجِبْتُ لِلْمُؤْمِنِ إِذَا أَصَابَهُ خَيْرٌ حَمِدَ اللَّهَ وَشَكَرَ وَإِنْ أَصَابَتْهُ مُصِيبَةٌ حَمِدَ اللَّهَ وَصَبَرَ فَالْمُؤْمِنُ يُؤْجَرُ فِي كُلِّ أَمْرِهِ حَتَّى يُؤْجَرَ فِي اللُّقْمَةِ يَرْفَعُهَا إِلَى فِي امْرَأَتِهِ

I am amazed by the believer. If he is granted goodness, he praises Allah and is grateful. If he is afflicted with a calamity, he praises Allah and is patient. The believer is rewarded for every matter, even lifting a morsel of food to his wife’s mouth.

Source: Musnad Ahmad 1495, Grade: Sahih

Aisha reported: When the Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, saw something he liked he would say:

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ الَّذِي بِنِعْمَتِهِ تَتِمُّ الصَّالِحَاتُ

All praise is due to Allah by whose favor good deeds are accomplished.

When the Prophet saw something he disliked, he would say:

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ عَلَى كُلِّ حَالٍ

All praise is due to Allah in every circumstance.

Source: Sunan Ibn Majah 3803, Grade: Sahih

Ash-Sha’bi reported: Shuraih, may Allah be pleased with him, said:

إِنِّي لَأُصَابُ بِالْمُصِيبَةِ فَأَحْمَدُ اللَّهَ عَلَيْهَا أَرْبَعَ مَرَّاتٍ أَحْمَدُ إِذْ لَمْ يَكُنْ أَعْظَمَ مِنْهَا وَأَحْمَدُ إِذْ رَزَقَنِي الصَّبْرَ عَلَيْهَا وَأَحْمَدُ إِذْ وَفَّقَنِي لِلِاسْتِرْجَاعِ لِمَا أَرْجُو مِنَ الثَّوَابِ وَأَحْمَدُ إِذْ لَمْ يَجْعَلْهَا فِي دِينِي

Verily, if I am afflicted with a calamity, then I praise Allah four times. I praise him that it was not worse than it was. I praise him when he provides me patience to bear it. I praise him when he guides me to supplicate appropriately and hoping for reward, and I praise him for not making it a calamity in my religion.

Source: Siyar A’lam An-Nubula 4/105

Therefore, let us be determined to remain grateful and patient and to praise Allah regardless of what befalls us.

Success comes from Allah, and Allah knows best.