#pov we are about to become the Forgotten Land

[jojo-schmo]

YO, WHAT KIND OF ECLIPSE IS THIS????

[echosoftheflower]

I feel like there is so much missed potential in this fandom when it comes to Jimmy's part in EVO.

Like yeah, Grian constantly pissed off the watchers by being too greedy and taking more than he should, and we all know it was Grian who was taken by the watchers after the ender dragon fight and made into one of them.

And we know that in the Life series, Martyn's character is spoken to and told to do various things for the Watchers and saved by the Listeners.

And Jimmy has some kind of Canary Curse that causes him to die first every time.

But, there is a lot more to this that people don't use simply because they haven't seen Jimmy's Evo series.

Most of my headcanon ideas are after my little recap of all the listener moments from Evo and you can skip to that, but if you have never seen Evo or never watched past Grian's POV it is pretty interesting and I think I summed it up pretty well.

----start of very long Evo Recap----

Back in Evo, the Watchers never really liked Jimmy or at points Martyn. This is seen when they get gifts from them representing the Watchers' opinions. Jimmy gets one of the worst ones (a chest with some gold and saplings, likely meaning 'room for growth') matched only by Grian's (a chest of coal with one diamond meaning 'diamond in the rough').

Martyn is shown to be disliked when later on he declares himself mayor due to Taurtis having left, his and Jimmy's Property Police station gets a meteor sent through it by the watchers. 

In Jimmy's episode 75 he and Martyn follow a strange noise underneath their destroyed station. They find the listener symbol in bedrock and signs reading 'There are some who watch, we are those who listen. Heed our melody, and await your first mission. Tell nobody." This is the first time we hear about the Listeners and we don't see anything about them again until Jimmy's episode 98. 

They had just defeated the ender dragon and had been told the news that "10 will become 9" and that they were taking Grian. In the end credits when they were told this, multiple members were mentioned by name for various things they had done, all except Jimmy.

In Jimmy's episode he spawns in alone. The spawn is destroyed and grown over and in front of him is the Listeners symbol. He finds a book in a chest simply titled "your mission" and 9 enderchests.

The book reads: "there are some who watch, we are those who listen. It is finally time for your first mission. Dragged forwards through time, your spawn old and rotten. Even in the end credits, your name was forgotten. Cruel are the Watchers who think they know best. For us please deliver each player a chest. SHhhh...."

He goes on to do as they ask,  one ender chest in each player's base. He is never told what these chests are for. Later the rest of Evo spawns in thousands of blocks away at the new spawn, they make their way back and find the Listener's symbol Jimmy had found is now a Watchers symbol.

The books titled "the future" read: "Our meeting was short and your victory grand, now 10 become 9 and you must leave this land. Our reasons are just, though you won't understand. Your actions have caused this, accidental or planned. Tread now to your homes, carry only what you can. Anymore will be drowned on and the sentence, a ban. We The Watchers Have Spoken."

They find the chests Jimmy had left them and inside is a note from the Listeners labeled "Greetings": "There are some who watch, we are those who listen, and we do not agree with their most recent decisions. 'Carry only what you can', what you deem best, We grant you more space by making use of this chest. SHHhhh....."

Later Jimmy finds signs from Martyn telling him what's going on and where to go. Jimmy shows caution and distrust towards the Watchers but follows all the same. 

They set up everything at the new spawn, but in Jimmy's episode 112, he noticed an odd musical ticking sound beneath spawn. He goes around to everyone's base to leave them a sign asking what it is to make sure they know about it. They all gather at spawn and find that it was the Listeners who did it.

Under spawn they find a book titled "Freedom" by the Listeners. It reads: "There are some who watch, we are those who listen, if you flee you'll be free and complete your recission. Single versions are slow, new adventures in store, come with us and we'll give you lots more to explore. Make haste through this maze as a portal awaits, make the choice quick and take control of your fates. SHHhhh...."

They make their way through the maze and eventually find the last portal. They all get ready to make the jump for the last time, and go through the portal. For most this is the end of Evo (Jimmy, Pearl, and Netty do Christmas specials but those are only 2 episodes) meaning that this portal was really some kind of escape.

----end of very long Evo Recap----

This means that not only had the Watchers always had a dislike for Jimmy, but the Listener always had an interest in him and Martyn.

There is also the fact that Jimmy was the one the Listeners chose to deliver the enderchests. Bringing him to the original spawn under the Watcher's nose for this task, giving out something that will later help get around the Watcher's decision. And the fact that he was the one to first notice the strange sound at spawn and then go and warn the others? or at least inform them of this allowing them all to eventually find their escape? 

It seems to me like Jimmy had long ago gotten a target painted on his back by the Watchers. With everything from

 1) going against them 

2) working for the listeners 

3) influencing others to go with him

4) they just generally didn't even like him beforehand.

By the time everyone escaped Evo it's a fair assumption that Jimmy is probably at the top of their list of problems.

So, when they make a new experiment with the death games and they have him there? Well, they can't have him staying around long enough to start figuring things out and influencing people, now can they. 

And speaking of warning others, he seemed to be so intent on warning the other Evolutionists against the Watchers. What would be a better punishment for going against them, for being one of the main catalyst in it all, then to be cursed to always be the warning. Cursed to always be the first to die, always gone before something big goes down, the Canary in the coalmine.  But no matter what his death warns of, there is no escape this time. The coalmine's entrance is sealed and no matter how long you last, soon everything inside will suffocate.

And maybe this feeds into Secret life where he mentions how the Secret keepers symbol looks familiar, or how he decides to team up with Martyn just like in Evo. 

Maybe him surviving a little longer in the games and coming back after death as a guardian angel is a testament to how the listeners are stronger in this season. An apology/gift to their first chosen for everything their actions had put him through. 

But that's probably just me making far fetched connections and reading too far into things. Could be cool though.

[the-broken-truth]

Al'akh Al'ashghar - Jamil Viper [Platonic Yandere] [Male Yuu][Part 1 of 3]

Summary: During a dinner at Scarabia Dorm, something goes terribly wrong as you suddenly become poisoned, leaving you in critical condition. Fortunately, Jamil steps up to the task of ensuring that you make a full recovery. However, something about Jamil's demeanor seems off, but you can't quite identify what it is from your position of being bedridden.

Notes:

Al'akh Al'ashghar means 'Little Brother' in Arabic; considering Jamil's Name means 'Handsome/Beautiful' in Arabic, I thought this would be fitting to use. (I don't speak Arabic - I used Google Translate)

This story will be told in the Second POV.

Jamil will refer to the reader as 'Yuu' - if you so choose, replace Yuu with your own name.

You are hereby invited to Scarabia Dorm for a Grand Feast hosted by the Dorm Warden, Kalim Al-Asim, as my personal guest. Please, arrive at 6:00 P.M. or earlier if possible. I am hoping you will attend & I am looking forward to seeing you, Prefect. ~ Signed, Jamil Viper - Scarabia's Vice Dorm Warden

It all started with that invitation.

An Invitation from the Vice Dorm Warden of Scarabia, Jamil Viper, for you to come to Scarabia for one of Kalim's Parties and join them for the Grand Feast that would come after the party; Jamil always made amazing food and Grim was insistent that the two of you attended the party so the chimera could stuff his face with the delicatable delicates from the Land of Scalding Sands.

You took time to actually make yourself presentable for the party, wearing a crimson dress shirt with black pants and completed with black shoes before you tended to your hair and brushed any dust or loose hair off your shirt before grabbing your fully charged phone and placed it on your pocket before Grim jumped on your shoulder and the two of you walked out of Ramshackle, making sure to lock the door behind you and placing the key inside of a fake rock before heading to the Hall of Mirrors before walking into Scarabia's Mirror, the fainted warmth of the setting sun hitting your face a bit harder than it was in your own territory.

"Prefect." A very familiar voice called out to you, causing you to turn your head in the direction of Scara'bias Dorm, seeing the Vice Dorm Warden walking over to you wearing Scarabia's Uniform with his hood over his head.

"Jamil-senpai, it's good to see you. Thank you for the invitation." You smiled at the Viper Dorm Warden as he looked at you up and down, taking in your visage before he remained silent for a while, "Senpai, is something wrong?"

"Scarabia's Colors look good on you, Prefect." Jamil said before he returned the smile - a rare sight that Jamil only showed you ever since you foiled his attempted coup of Scarabia and saved him from his Overblot Episode; ever since that day, he found himself attached to you.

He was comfortable being himself around you, and you didn't judge him nor blame him for his past mistakes. In fact, you helped him regain his reputation among the student body and also made sure he took time for self-care. There were times when you even looked after Kalim, realizing that Jamil was overworking himself and needed a break. He knew better than to argue with you, given your impressive record of defeating four Overblots despite being magicless.

"Thank you, Jamil-senpai; I thought it would be fitting to wear Scarabia Colors to a Scarabian Event." You smiled at him.

"Have you ever considered wearing those colors permanently?" Jamil asked.

"Huh?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Surely you haven't forgotten about that conversation we had a few days ago, Yuu. Have you ever considered my offer?" Jamil asked with a raised eyebrow.

You recalled the conversation you had with Jamil during one of your late-night Mancala matches a few nights ago when you stayed over at Scarabia Dorm after a study session that lasted too long.

The night was young but the inhabitants of Scarabia Dorm were tucked away in their dorms, resting up for the sun to rise in a few hours for them to start their days over again; well, one inhabitant and a visitor were still wide away. Grim was sleeping on the softest pillow he could find in Scarabia's Lounge while The Vice Dorm Warden of Scarabia & Prefect of Ramshackle were sitting on soft pillows with the Mancala game before them; the two of them had completed their weekly study session but it got so late into the night & Grim ended up falling asleep. You didn't have the heart to wake up the sleeping chimera and Jamil offered you a room in Scarabia's Dorm - the same room you stayed in during Scarabia's 'Training Camp'. Ironic, isn't it?

"I'm honestly surprised that you decided to remain in Scarabia after our study session, Yuu." Jamil said while making his move on the game board.

"It's not that big of a deal - I'm mostly at Scarabia when I am not at Ramshackle, in class, or tending to Crowley's Tasks." You exhaled before making your move on the Mancala Board, "Honestly, Scarabia is almost like a 2nd Home to me."

"Second Home? Why not a 3rd Home?" Jamil asked.

"Home is where the heart is, Jamil. It's a place where you feel appreciated and loved. I never really felt 'loved' in my Original World. It was more like I was being tolerated and my efforts were never really appreciated. Ramshackle is the first place I consider home because it belongs to me and Grim. It's a place of my own where I can have my own peace. Scarabia, on the other hand, feels like 'coming home.' You, Kalim, and the other students of Scarabia are kind of like the family I never had but always wanted." You explained while waiting for Jamil to make a move, but he continued to gaze upon you with wide eyes.

"If that is truly how you feel... If coming to Scarabia Dorm is like coming home for you... Why don't you stay?" Jamil asked, causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

'What do you mean??" You asked him.

"I wanted to talk to you about something important. Have you considered becoming an official member of Scarabia Dorm? Kalim and the other members have spoken about it and we would all love to have you here permanently. I have the paperwork ready for a Dorm Transfer, with Kalim's and Headmage Crowley's signatures. All it needs is yours. Please sign it and become a part of Scarabia Dorm. We would welcome you with open arms, Yuu." Jamil looked into your eyes with a smile on his face; his works were genuine.

You looked down at the Mancala Board - Jamil's Words echoing in your head.

"Jamil-senpai, we talked about this: If I was meant to be in Scarabia, the Dark Mirror would have placed me in Scarabia." You explained but that caused Jamil to frown.

"The Dark Mirror was unable to assign you to one of the seven Dorms because it detects magic, and you don't possess any magical abilities, Yuu. Had you been from Wonderland or possessed magical powers, the mirror would have placed you in Scarabia. However, your exceptional intelligence and performance in dealing with the Overblots, despite being from a different world, indicates that you would excel in the Sorcerer of the Sands' Domain. You are meant to be here with us, Yuu."Jamil held out his hand to you, "Come home to us, Al'akh Al'ashghar."

'Al'akh Al'ashghar? What does that...?' You thought before another voice called out to Jamil and you.

"Yuu! Grim! You guys made it here!" Kalim walked out of the dorm and waved over to the Prefect of Ramshackle, causing you to walk around Jamil and walk over to the Walking Ball of Sunshine of Scarabia and give him a hug. Kalim grabbed you by your hand and pulled you away from Jamil who just stood there for a while to be alone with his thoughts before a smile crept along his face as he turned and started walking towards the dorm building.

'I have a very important feast to create.'

Grim rested on your shoulder as everyone sat in the Lounge Room while waiting for Jamil to finish making the food for the feast; Kalim was telling them about how Jamil helped him with his studying and he was able to get a high grade on his most recent test thanks to the Vice Dorm Warden. You sat there while Grim was talking to Kalim about the food Jamil was making but your mind kept going back to what Jamil said before you came into the dorm - his words gave you one message but the tone of his voice, was as if it was hiding another message.

And that name he called you: Al'akh Al'ashghar

You opened your mouth to ask Kalim the meaning of that name, certain that it was found in the Land of Scalding Sands, but before the words could leave your lips - Jamil and several Scarabia Students walked into the Lounge Roo. with serving platters of food and drinks, but Jamil was carrying two smaller platters in his hands: one for Kalim and the other for you. Grim leaped off your head and joined the other Scarabia Students in their feasting while Jamil placed the personal platters in front of you and Kalim; Jamil smiled at you before placing a drink next to your food and another for Kalin - your couple was made of pure silver rather than the gold and it had your name engraved in the side.

"A Gift. For everything you have done for Scarabia." Jamil said before taking his seat next to Kalim to start eating his own food.

You looked at the dish Jamil set in front of you and picked up your spoon before starting to eat; it was divine in texture and taste, just like everything else Jamil made. You continued to eat before you felt your throat getting dry from the spices used in the meat reached to grab your silver cup and took a drink of the tea before swallowing it to soothe your throat; the relief soon came and you continued to eat.

*COUGH*

*COUGH*

*COUGH*

"Prefect, that is a rather violent cough. Are you okay?" Jamil asked as he look up from his meal with concern on his face.

"I'm fine. It's just some spices got caught in my throat and..." You were cut off by another round of violent coughing, you covered your mouth and removed it to get some air in your lungs when your air seemed to get thinner.

"PREFECT! YOUR HAND!" One of the Scarabia Students called out in panic, causing you to look at your hand and your eyes got wide with the same horror - Blood stained your palm and fingers.

Soon enough, your air supply was completely cut off; you grabbed your throat as you tried to breathe but nothing was going in and nothing was coming out - it was as if you were drowning as you threw yourself back and landed on the pillows behind you as you scratched at your throat.

"POISON! HE'S BEEN POISONED!"

"HOLD ON, I HAVE AN ANTIDOTE!"

Your vision was getting blurry but you could barely make out Jamil's face as he pulled a vial of amber liquid from somewhere on his person and held it to your lips.

"Come on, drink this for me, Al'akh Al'ashghar; I'm here for you. I'm going to help you. Drink for me." Jamil's voice seemed to echo but your body seemed to obey his plead without you thinking about it as your mouth opened and the liquid from the vial went down your throat and slowly opened the blocked passage, allowing the air to flow into your aching burning lungs.

However, the air to your brain was low and you were slowly losing consciousness, but you could make out the last words Jamil said before your world faded into darkness.

"I have you now, Al'akh Al'ashghar"

'What does... that mean?' You thought before you closed your eyes.

And then, you knew no more as you floated in the void of your subconsciousness.

[TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO]

[akajustmerry]

Hey can u tell me wat race were the thg characters in the books? Was Katniss gale peeta finnick etc not white?

so this is kind of difficult to answer because in the world of the novels, The Dark Times™ whatever they really were clearly were so destructive to the fabric of society that the USA ceased to be what we know it as.

The process not only changed the land itself and how it was governed, but the language used to do that (states become districts, America becomes Panem, etc.). The fascistic government of the Capitol, when you read the books, clearly controls language as much as any other resource. Both Katniss and Snow (the only 2 pov characters in the novels) refer to words that have been forbidden and forgotten. Throughout the books you also come across words that are clearly mutated versions of known words "morphling" is one, which is the word used for what we call morphine.

I say all that to say that the people in the world of these novels, while they still obviously use English, they don't have the same concepts we do now because they've been eroded along with the language itself.

One of the crucial steps to control and oppress a population is deprive them of the ability to conceptualise and communicate that oppression. This is even happening right now wihh right wing governments around the world attempting to outlaw education and content on sexuality, indigenous histories, etc.

I say all this to say that the characters we read the POVs from in the thg novels do not and probably cannot define race in the way that we do now because doing so has been lost and repressed.

BUT!!!! that's not to say that racism does not exist, even though the language to define race is absent. Katniss is described as dark olive skinned, with dark eyes and dark hair. so is gale. I can't direct quote it, but Katniss talks in the early chapters of book 1 about how she is treated differently to her mum and sister who are fair and blonde. specifically, it says people do not warm to her as quickly like they do her sister and mum. Katniss also comments that the Capitol stylists make a mockery of her thick body hair. It's also worth noting she's among the poorest of district 12, living in the Seam. Not for nothing but Katniss also talks about how her father was also dark skinned and knew a lot about native plants.

These things on their own probably wouldn't necessarily point to Katniss being a person of colour, but together they paint a pretty clear picture of someone who experiences racism both systemically and personally even if she can't conceptualise it as that. Due to the fact Katniss' knowledge of plants and animals and carving weapons was passed down to her from her father, many people headcanon her as Indigenous, same for Gale.

As for Finnick? Jury's out. When I read catching fire well before the films came out I thought Finnick was maybe not white because he was described as very tanned and golden and in my experience white people just don't tan that way.

But Suzzanne Collins had very clear subtextual racial commentary in the books. Especially in the demographics of the districts. District 11 is predominantly Black (Katniss describes every D11 person as having typically Black features) and they're the agriculture district, described as the one that does the most physical labour. It's also the first district in the novel main story to do an uprising. And if you think a little bit about that and what Suzzanne Collins was saying with that particular subtext it's a very obvious racial commentary on the legacy of slavery and antiblackness.

Peeta was definitely white. Not only is he described that way physically. But his family is one of the wealthiest in D12 which means they had intergenerational wealth of some kind which it's clear Katniss and Gale did not.

Suzanne Collins is white and I think she did what the best white authors do when writing about race which is to acknowledge it and be realistic without overstepping or pretending to know. I'll forever hate the movies for eliminating that subtext.

[grxmreaperx]

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AAHHH 🥰🥰 If you’re still taking requests, could I get something for Hoffman x Female reader?? You can decide the main plot points, I’m just looking for something with maybe a hurt reader and fluffy ending and smut, if you’re okay writing that of course!!

I’m so glad there’s more people writing for Saw and Hoffman. 🫶🏻

Of course, lovely, you’re so sweet!! Y'all get to eat good tonight, fic writing has become my way of winding down at the end of the day, so the Hoffman stans get two smut fics in one night!

Also, I am working my way through my replies! If you have submitted a request, I promise I will get to you (don't worry Strahm babes, I haven't forgotten about you <3)

I wrote this from Hoffman’s POV, just for funsies.

Nurse Hoffman

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x female reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: canon violence (gas house trap), hurt reader, Mark being angry and protective; smut 18+!! Mark making the reader feel better in more ways than one; oral sex (f! receiving), p in v penetration, Mark being filthy and cocky as fuck

Summary: You and Amanda go into the gas house to make sure the game goes smoothly. When Xavier goes on a rampage looking for everyone’s number, he gets a little too close to you for Mark’s comfort.

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“Let me in the fucking house, John!” Hoffman yelled, slamming his fist against the table.

“Not until the game is finished. We need the recording for the police.”

The two men were watching the security cameras as the women made their way through the house, Amanda trying to protect Daniel, and you looking for something, anything to stop Xavier.

“This wasn’t part of the plan! Let me in the fucking house!” Mark felt like he was going to explode, watching the tank of a man stumble after you through the house of death. He paced around the room, fists clenched tight, eyes not once leaving the screens.

The toxin had started to show its effects on you: Mark could see the sweat coating your face, the blood you retched up into your hand. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had told John not to pick Xavier, he was too much of a liability, too big of a wild card. But no. The fucking game.

He saw what you were doing. You lured Xavier away from the starting point, away from your point of escape, so Amanda and Daniel could have more time. He watched as you backed yourself into the needle pit room, Xavier moments behind you, and pried one of the broken floorboards off its final nails.

He knew they needed Daniel for the plan, they needed something to lure in Matthews. But he’d give everyone in that godforsaken house to have you sitting safely in that room with him.

His breathing stopped as Xavier entered the room, that taunting smile spreading across his face.

“You think that piece of wood is going to stop me, huh? Cmon sweetie, I just need the number on your neck. It’ll be quick, I promise.”

You stood, knees slightly bent, eyes boring into the man in front of you. Hoffman watched as you backed slowly closer to the pit of needles, plank raised in front of you. “Come get it then.”

Xavier lunged at you, knife swinging through the air. Mark’s heart stopped when he saw blood blooming on your shirt sleeve. Oh, he was going to kill him. He was going to kill him, and he was going to make it hurt.

You dropped to the ground and for a moment, Mark was ready to raise Hell and bring it into the abandoned house. Until he saw you slide between Xavier’s legs, jumping up behind him, and taking your shot.

He didn’t breathe again until he saw the blow land on the back of Xavier’s head, knocking him off balance just enough for him to teeter into the pit of needles.

“You bitch! You fucking bitch!” The man swam around, trying to get a grip on something besides the sharp point of a syringe.

You fell to the ground as, on another camera, Amanda and Daniel made their way into the old bathroom. Game over.

Mark hurried toward the door, ready to tear down the walls of that house if he needed to.

--

When Mark saw your eyes flutter open, it felt like the world began to spin again.

“Hey there, Detective,” you said softly, voice hoarse. “How long have I been out?”

“A couple of hours. I gave you the antidote and had to bandage up your arm.”

You looked down at your left arm, almost as if you had forgotten Xavier had even come close. “Ah, shit. Motherfucker.”

Mark let out a small laugh. “How you feeling?”

“Better than ever. You been here taking care of me?”

He gave a shallow nod and watched as you looked around, trying to get your bearings, before realizing you were safe in your apartment.

You looked over at him. “How did you know where I hide my key?”

He laughed. “I thought a smart woman like you would know not to hide her key under the mat.”

You rolled your eyes at him. You slowly sat up and before he even knew what he was doing he was right by your side. Your eyes met his as a smirk spread across your lips. “What, you worried about me or something, Hoffman?”

Pulling his gaze from your eyes, clearing his throat, the only words he could conjure were “I’m gonna get you something to drink, you need to rehydrate.”

He felt you reach up, wrapping your hand around his shirt collar. “I’m fine,” you muttered, before pulling his face down to meet his lips.

Something snapped deep in his stomach and suddenly he was on you, caging your body under his own, careful to avoid your bandaged arm. Your lips crashed together, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He felt your hands reach up, burying themselves in his hair. He reluctantly pulled away from your lips, dragging his down to your neck.

“You sure you’re up for this?”

You nodded, running your hands over his chest. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head, lips making their way over your throat.

“You want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist.

A growl rumbled in his throat as he ran his hands down you body, pulling down the sweats he had dressed you in and your underwear in one tug. His eyes flicked to your shirt. “Take it off.”

You quickly complied, sitting up just enough to slip the shirt over your head and unhook your bra. His eyes roamed over your body, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. His hands squeezed your thighs as his lips brushed over your stomach. “Tell me what you want, princess.”

You let out a soft sigh. “You, I want you.”

“Cmon, sweetheart, you can do better than that. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fingers. And your tongue.” He felt your breathing speed up as his lips moved lower, gliding across your hip bones.

“Much better.” He buried his face between your legs, savoring the whimpers that fell from your mouth. His tongue drew circles around your clit as he slowly slides two fingers inside you, pumping them deeper each time.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed, legs clamping shut around his head.

He pulled his lips away, drawing a whine from your mouth. “Spread your fuckin’ legs for me or I’ll stop.”

You forced your legs apart, sliding a hand behind each knee to keep yourself from closing them again.

He could tell you were already close by the way your legs were shaking, your breathing heavy. He began pumping his fingers faster, sucking on your clit harshly. “God, baby, already gonna cum for me? How long’s it been since someone’s touched you like this?”

“Too long,” you said softly, feeling the tension build in your stomach. “God, please don’t stop.”

He curled his fingers and felt you arch underneath him, legs shaking violently as your orgasm washed over you.

“Good girl,” he growled as he pulled away from you, making his way back up your body. He sat up, slowly unbuckling his pants, watching your face for your reaction. You were watching him intently, eyes clouded from pleasure.

He pulled his dress pants down just enough to free his dick, a cocky smile crossing his face as your eyes took him in. “You see something you like, baby?”

You nodded quickly, letting out a chorus of soft whimpers, begging him to do something.

Normally, he would force more out of you, teasing your cunt until you had tears in your eyes, but he figured you had already had a long enough day. He’d be nice, just this once.

He lifted one of your legs onto each shoulder, lining his cock up at your entrance before slowing sliding in. He savored the feeling of you pulsing around him, the look of euphoria on your pretty face as you took every damn inch. “So good for me, such a pretty whore, huh?”

Your moans were music to his ears, eyes drinking in the sight of your body bouncing with every stroke.

“God, you look so pretty, full of my cock. Such a good girl.” You cried out, throwing your head back, rolling your hips to meet his. He smiled, the only words falling from your lips were “please,” “fuck,” and moans of his name.

You were his.

He felt your legs shake against his shoulders as you rode out your second orgasm, so cock-drunk you couldn’t even form words. He grabbed your hips, picking up speed before his own euphoria rushed over him, emptying himself deep inside of you.

He stilled, both of you trying to catch your breath, before pulling out and lying down next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you to him and laying your head on his chest.

“Well, Detective,” you said softly. “You have to be the best nurse I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, and pushing your hair off your forehead. “Dumbass.”

--

When Xaiver next opened his eyes, all he could see was the outline of a television.

He was painfully aware of each and every puncture in his skin, now soaked in citric acid.

The TV clicked on, a white doll with black hair staring at him through the screen.

“Hello Xaiver. You thought you were done after your little performance in the house? Oh, no.”

“I’d like to play a game.”

[browneyedgirly93]

When Spring Turns To Night

Summary: Az is on his regular rotation of the Spring Court when he stumbles upon a battered young female running through the forest only to learn that this female is his mate, but the bond only snaps for him.

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, abuse.

Word Count: 2218

A/N: This is my first ever Azriel story so please let me know what you think! I promise I haven't forgotten about Like An Autumn Breeze, I will be updating that later this week I just had this idea stuck in my head and had to write it!

Master List

(Part One) (Part Two)

Part One

Azriel’s POV

I hated coming to Spring Court, it was always so empty especially after Feyre destroyed Tamlin’s court. I was sitting at the top of a tree with my shadow swirling around looking for anything to report back to Rhysand when one whispered that a female was running this way. I silently jumped down from the tree and let my shadows envelop me. I smelled the fear before she came barreling through the trees, tears pouring down her face. 

She bolted past me and her foot snagged on a root in the ground, as she fell she let out a shriek and I heard a crack as her nose hit the dirt. I started walking towards her holding my hands out of me so she could see I wasn’t going to harm her, she turns as I intentionally snap a twig under my boot. She looks up at me blood pouring down her face and that's when I felt the tug. I halted, I could see the thread connecting the two of us and I stared at her silently. My shadows swarmed around me chanting mate, mate, mate. She cowered in front of me as silent tears poured down her cheeks. 

'RHYSAND GET OVER HERE NOW!' I screamed into my mind and knew he was on his way.

“Are you alright?” I asked calmly lowering myself to the ground in front of her. She scrambles backwards shaking her head. 

Y/N’s POV

I was sitting on the forest floor, looking up at Azriel the Shadowsinger of the Night Court while blood poured down my face. I had just run away from my abusive father, only to run into the Spymaster who tortures people. I tried to crawl away from him but moving only caused pain to radiate through my ribs.

“Please no please” I sobbed loudly.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you” he says sitting down in front of me his hazel eyes watching me. “What happened to you?” he begins leaning forward reaching out for me.

Shaking my head excessively to the point of probably doing damage to my brain the only words I could get out were “No touch” as my sobs get louder and louder. Suddenly the forest becomes dark and I see another figure standing behind the Shadowsinger, my vision clears slightly and I realise it’s the High Lord of the Night Court. “No no no no!” I cried as my entire body started shaking violently.

The High Lord lowers himself to his knees and sits beside the Shadowsinger. His violet eyes settle on your face and in such a calm voice he says “We are not here to hurt you, we want to make sure you are okay. What happened?”

“My… my… my father” I choked out.

“Your father did this to you?” the Shadowsinger growls looking towards him I nod wiping at my nose. 

“What’s your name?” the High Lord asks pulling my attention back to him.

“Y/N” I sniffled as the exhaustion begins to set in and my eyelids become heavy, the High Lord and the Shadowsinger share a look. 

“Y/N, we can take you away from here and get you patched up.” I simply nod my head as my eyes fluttered shut and it took all of my effort to open them again. “I’m going to pick you up and winnow you to the Night Court alright, you are safe.” he says wrapping his arms gently behind my back and underneath my knees, as he stands and Night enveloped me and my eyes shut again and everything is black.

I awoke in a plush bed in a room I did not recognise, the room was filled with deep blues and purples and accented with dark woods. I sat up to look around but pain rippled through my body. I grunted wrapping my arms around my ribs and continued looking around the room when my eyes landed on a male sitting in a chair near my bed watching me. I couldn’t make out any features as if he was shadowed by darkness, but I could make out large wings.

“You’re awake!” his deep baritone voice filled the room I recognised that voice but couldn’t place it. “Y/N, I’m Azriel” he stated and that’s when memories of what happened flashed through my mind… My father, pain and blood, running through the forest, the taste of dirt and blood, the Shadowsinger and the High Lord of The Night Court then nothing but darkness.

“Where am I?” my voice was raw and it hurt to speak.

“The Night Court” he said leaning forward and placing his elbows on his thighs to watch me closely.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I couldn’t help but ask, I had heard all the awful things the Night Court did.

“No” he frowned “you are safe here” his voice was gentle and I believed him to be speaking the truth. I studied his face that was now lit up by the faelights he was very handsome his tanned skin and his hazel eyes, he looked as if he had been crafted by the gods I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m really sore, my ribs ache and my head is pounding” I said thoughtfully and he nodded. “How long was I out?”

“Just over 14 hours, we’ve been monitoring you.” I gasped at how long I had been out, he continued saying “When you hit your head on the ground you gave yourself a concussion.”

“Oh, you saw that” embarrassment settled through my body causing my cheeks to turn pink, he nodded smirking at me. Just then a bowl of steaming soup appeared on the bedside table with a large glass of water, my eyes widened with shock and I looked at Azriel.

“The house is sentient, it knows you need to eat and this is its way of telling you to. It’s quite the mother-hen” he laughed and the sound was the most amazing thing I had ever heard in my entire 250 years of life, his eyes were sparkling with amusement. He leaned over passing me the glass of water, I downed the whole thing not realising how thirsty I had been wiping the stray droplets from my lips as I handed it back to him. He passed me the bowl of soup and I graciously took it feeling the heat radiating off of it I smiled, lifting the spoon to my mouth I began eating and couldn’t help the moan that escaped my life. “Enjoying the soup?” he mused and I nodded. 

“Thank you” I said aloud feeling the need to acknowledge the house's kindness and I saw Azriel smirk at me. I pushed the covers back and shimmied myself to the side of the bed, swinging my legs over I attempted to stand up and nearly fell to the ground but before I could Azriel caught my hips and held me steady.

“Easy there” he chuckled and I could feel his large hands on my hips, they were warm. I blushed.

“I need to stretch my legs” I said simply stepping away from him quickly and stretching my arms high above my head and sighing as I felt the tension leaving my body from laying down for so long.

“Would you like to take a walk around the house?” he asked, looking up nervously you shook your head.

“I would love to, but first I need to take a bath” you said shyly.

“Oh of course, just through there is a bathing chamber. I’ll come back in half an hour to give you a tour of the house” he smiled getting up and heading towards the door. “There are clothes in the cupboard for you.”

“Thank you, Azriel” I smiled at him and I could have sworn I saw his cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink but he turned too quickly and headed out the door. With that I was alone again, I slowly wandered around the room taking in my surroundings, and finally heading into the bathing chamber I was greeted by the largest bathtub I had ever seen. Moving towards it I turned the knobs and let the hot water fill the tub as steam enveloped the room. Looking down I realised I was not wearing my clothes from home but was wearing a pale white nightgown, I took that off and climbed into the hot water letting the heat warm my aching muscles. I dunked my head and began washing my hair, the soaps and tonics that were in the Night Court smelled very different from the ones in Spring. 

Once I was clean I emerged from the bathing chamber in a fluffy towel and padded my way to the cupboard opening it I found a ton of clothing, flipping through them I settled on a pair of black leggings, and a loose knitted cream sweater that had tiny red roses embroidered into it. I braided my wet hair and pulled on a pair of black leather boots I found in the cupboard when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in” I called out.

“Feeling better?” Azriel’s voice filled the room and I smiled.

“Much! I’m ready for that tour now” I said straightening up and looking at him, he has changed from his leathers into a pair of black pants and a black knit sweater, his hair was damp as if he had just taken a bath as well.

“Shall we?” he asked holding his arm out for me and I gladly accepted, he led me out into the hallway and through the house showing me all the different rooms. He finally led me onto a balcony and I gasped, I could see a shimmering city far down below. “This is Velaris, the city of Starlight.” 

“It’s beautiful” you whispered staring at the lights flickering. Standing in silence my eyes were glued to the lights in the city below. Azriel's eyes were glued to my face, watching as I saw his city for the first time.

“Y/N?” Azriel’s voice jolted me from watching the lights. 

“Hmm?” I mumbled in response.  

“Would you feel comfortable talking with Rhysand? He just wanted to see how you’re doing and ask you a few questions.” 

“Sure” you said with a smile. 

“I’m going to need to fly you there” Azriel said and I stared up at him with eyes wide.

“Fly?” I asked shocked.

“What did you think the wings were for?” he smirked and waited for my response.

“I hadn’t really thought of it, you won’t drop me will you” I asked sheepishly, twisting a strand of hair in between my fingers a nervous habit I’d had since childhood.

“Never” he proclaimed, nodding I took a step towards him. He gently wrapped his arms around me picking me up bridal style my arms automatically found themselves snaked around his neck. That was when I was hit with his scent, night-chilled mist and cedar as I buried my face into his chest. It was a scent I wouldn’t ever forget. His wings spread wide and he leapt off the balcony, I screamed and he chuckled. “You’re safe” he murmured against my ear and I couldn’t help but shiver.

Soaring through the sky was a magical feeling, I would have never imagined doing this in the Spring Court. We landed in front of the river, Azriel placed me down gently and I took a moment to steady myself while staring at the water I was mesmerised by this place it was so unlike where I had grown up. Something about the Night Court called to me as if I was finally home.

“This way” he said taking a step in the direction of a large house that was lit up. “This is where Rhysand and Feyre live, the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court” he explained as I looked up at the house with wonder. He opened the door allowing me to step through, looking around it was so warm and welcoming. Rhysand stepped into my view as he came around the corner followed closely by a beautiful female with golden brown hair and blue-grey eyes that I immediately recognised from her time spent in the Spring Court, she looked so much healthier now and I smiled at her.

“Y/N you are looking much better” he smiled and motioned to the female beside him. “This is my mate; Feyre.”

“Hello Y/N, I am so glad you are doing better!” she said walking up to me and embracing me in a hug.

“Th..thank you” I said awkwardly and she smiled warmly at me.

“Why don’t you come and meet everyone else, then we can head to Rhysand’s office and discuss what happened to you.” she took me by the hand leading me down the hallway, I looked to Azriel and he simply nodded. 

“Everyone this is Y/N!” she said as we entered a large sitting room, I quickly scanned the other people that were there when my eyes landed on a red-headed male I recognised.

“Y/N? What are you doing here” he said getting off the couch and walking towards me, his metal eye whirring as it studied me.

“Lucien?” I asked confused. 

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Y'all I am so passionate about this I got my COMPUTER in the middle of doing laundry to sign onto tumblr.com and share this deranged parallel in my mind ok ok SO KASTLE RIGHT? I'm obsessed, thanks a lot to my friend megan (ily megan). So I was in the shower and I was humming Ivy by Taylor Swift, as you do. And it hit me like a brick WALL that this is THEIR. SONG. absolutely 1000% and let me demonstrate (this will be a long post please forgive my ramblings I am SO excited) How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith-forgotten land In from the snow Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand I'm gonna start with the fact that Hell's Kitchen is easily a faith forgotten land. This song is, in my head, from Karen Page's POV where canonically in the comics, she marries Matt, or in the Netflix universe, at least dates him. She meets Frank, his touch TARNISHED but SO GRAND. And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living Karen KNOWS what it's like to kill someone. To lose them. She, just like Frank, GRIEVE for the living. Oh, I can't My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

Okay this is what started it for me. Karen being this protective person who yearns to be understood and loved for who SHE IS. HER PAIN fitting in the palm of rough, calloused Frank Castle's hand, but her hand is promised to Matt. But she still goes to him, as she now cares so deeply for his wellbeing, that it causes his "ivy to grow" and cover her. I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed He's in the room Your opal eyes are all I wish to see He wants what's only yours

The second verse hits hard, with that fatal flaw of Frank's, his idea that he cannot be happy, in love. That isn't in the cards for him anymore. Like he's cursed. Clover blooms in the fields Spring breaks loose, the time is near What would he do if he found us out? Crescent moon, coast is clear Spring breaks loose, but so does fear He's gonna burn this house to the ground How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time So tell me to run Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become And drink my husband's wine This is where I stopped my laundry and just sat. What would he do if he found us out?? If Matthew Murdock found out Karen loved a man who kills others? We know Matt does not like the way Frank does things. The beauty of this secret deep rooted love is reminicent of spring, of renewal after loss for them both. LIVE AND DIE FOR MOMENTS THAT WE STOLE. ON BEGGED AND BORROWED TIME. That's it that's them. Because Frank will tell her to run, or just sit and watch her and Matt happily, because he believes he cannot give her what she deserves. Lastly: So yeah, it's a fire It's a violent blaze in the dark And you started it You started it So yeah, it's a war It's the fiercest fight of my life And you started it You started it Do I even have to say it? Frank is the absolute violent blaze. But I can see Frank saying SHE is the fiercest fight of his life and she started it, flipping the script. This part goes for them both. I am done. I apologize for my unhinged behavior, and I hope someone enjoyed this ridiculous ramble. <3

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In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch13 A Vow

(Secondly this chapter will span again over the course of a few months and be mostly in Kokushibo's pov. Will have League of Legends references.

Warnings: Death, killing, some gore, blood mentioned, fighting, etc.)

A shriek pierced the blackness. 

Dusk having taken over the skies above and shrouded the skies above ...but glowfles from embers and fires lit up the night's darkness. 

Chaos was had as women clutched their children screaming as they ran trying to protect their young. Men were slaughtered and lying dead on the ground as the monsters rummaged about and pillaged and plundered what they came to get. A cackling monster held up a woman kicking and screaming hitting the creature with six arms no avail. 

"I like them feisty ones!" The girl sobbed and cowered as two others joined the monster's side as it hissed and lashed them away. "She's MINE!! BACK OFF AND FIND YOUR OWN- AAAAHHH!!" 

An inhuman screech went off into the night as a stronger forced ripped away arms from torso. Eyes turned and stared into the bloodlust abyss of six bloodshot eyes. A mix of shrieks echoed out into the darkened night above. So much blood spilt in that night that it might've even spilt into the moon illuminating red down on everything. 

R E D

That was the war paint splattered proudly across his body and coating his skin like a devil from the very flames that he walked through. Blood. Vengeance. C A R N A G E.

"It's not just an ambush.. IT'S THE ENTIRE KIBUTSUJI ARMY!!", a distant voice cried out to the bloodlust driven demon.

Throngs of monsters marched towards hell. Rows up on rows. Harbingers of fear and death towards his smaller glimmer of hope. Death would be plentiful surely. But not for his side..Darkness had come back to claim it's rightful place above these bringers of death.

"LORD TSUGIKUNI, WE SHOULD RETREAT! THERE'S TOO MANY FORCES COMING IN!! WE NEED TO REJOIN reinforcements!!"

"We march to battle."

Stakes were high. Hope fleeting. A redness never before felt cursed ran through blood. Bloodlust demanding the taste of flesh and sting of pain. Destruction of lives. Debowlbent of their very soul. The hands raking through the coals of fires and carving his deadly signature into this moment in time.

"FOLLOW ME INTO DESTRUCTION! I OFFER YOU VICTORY!!"

Deathly smiled directed at him offered nothing but death unknowing that it was they that met their death bringer..Their DEATHS tonight. A fate he was more than happy to give whether it be by bare handed flesh or stinging of steeled sword. He'll still taste the sweet copper red.

"COME. TAKE YOUR VENGEANCE!! TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THEM! BE THEIR WORLD ENDER!!"

The beasts had taken so much from them already. So much time lost. So many lives taken. The very land they walked up on was sucked dry of nutrients from their dark presence. So much already taken that will never be saved. Preserved. Grown back. They shall learn that there was things darker than their hearts with the abyss he would become. They would take back the innocence lost and stolen by them.  

An innocence filled smile came to mind to perfectly represent that innocence. Sparkling turquoise colors dancing his reddened vision.

"THIS IS YOUR DESTINY!! LET BLOOD BE OUR SACREMENT!! FIGHT OR BE FORGOTTEN!!" 

R E D 

The color clouded vision beyond reasoning. Inhuman yells of pain and murder carved way by him. One by one. Body by body. Life by life. Flesh torn from bone. Blood cleaved from muscles. Arms from torso. Limb from limb. He was a beast tonight. The thirst for blood was not just a want but a need. For tonight he was not a man. Not a demon. Nor anything else comprehendable by human thought.

F O R   T O N I G H T  H E  W A S  D E A T H   A N D  H E  W A S  B R I N G I N G  H E L L  W I T H   H I M. 

The darkness both swallowed him up and closed off the ways both in front and behind him making each end of the pathay difficult to see with the already limited vision he had. Heightened senses were one thing he had been thankful to have retained from years of harsh training to his body and mind. Closing off all senses to be more enlightened to one's world in a different light. Each echo of his footfalls ringing in his mind as the airways of his body forced himself to absorb more oxygen out of the air and each heart beat thudding against his ribcage. Throbbing sensation reaching from his head to his feet with every passing second he was surrounded by the buzzing swarm of danger. Enlightened by the stings of fear. Danger. Dread. Doom. Like many wasps penetrating his most basic human emotions and swelling them up to the point of combusting dangerously all over the peeping, teasing darkness. The soft silk touch of his yakata met his hand. It was hard to move...Hard to will it to move running along the soft fabric to something more smooth and hard. Both basic instinct wasps forcing him to do something so familiar to combat the combustible feelings. To grab at which to protect him and cut it away like a sickeningly sweet cake of misery and despair. Instincts wailing to protect himself from dangers he had yet to see. Had yet to reveal themselves to him. Hopefully to be chased away by the sounds of the silver blade being unsheathed and held out into the darkness to cut it's tainting self down a notch. That his willpower will always prevail over it. Each burning home slowly passing a tainting gateway. Each with a promise of safety behind it and perhaps even it had occupants inside using it. taking up it's offering of safety from the darkness now dead asleep highly unaware of the sword wielding warrier just roaming outside arm outstretched and staring down the one that dared teased him the most with it's fake promise of protection. 

And that promise he would soon come to learn was broken and not even promise to one individual soon enough. As sweat formed on his skin in an attempt to cool it from the harsh tainting from the moment he was face to face with the door that broke it's sacred promise. At first glance to one in the dark it was as taunting as all the others he had just passed, but if one took time to see it's true mockery and failure hidden by the teasing darkness they would've seen it. The remnants of a beast. Looking as though it had clawed and kicked it's way at the door's sacred locks to be allowed entry inside the room beyond it. In it's wake leaving the door in misery and ruins. A slight opening between itself and the wall where one could look into the room beyond it and see nothing but more darkness laughing back at you.

It begged for him to open it further, to peek further into the darkness beyond the door that should have protected the occupant inside. The surprising unburnt home was still, quite, far too quite for his liking. The broken splintered door only left so little to memory, and with cautious pushed aside he shoved the door open to reveal the horror to his eyes. His eyes widened. There where obvious signs of ransacking, evident by the turned over coffee table and the furniture pieces that lay toppled on their side as though someone had carelessly kicked it over in its rampage. The demon treaded carefully inside the ruined home, his shoe crunching on the remains of a picture frame that had been knocked over, its broken shiny cover a perfect match of the doorway half hanging from its hinges - the cover to what lay beyond broken to bits

What once was undoubtedly a very nice-to-stay-in room inviting for visitors was now reduced to what might've been a break in sight following the discovery of a murder. Which made the situation even more worse. A small gasp noise left his throat as his foot caught onto something. And the something that dared to trip him up happened to be a piece of fabric. MANY pieces of fabric in the form of clothing strew about in the darkness of the floor he hadn't seen at first among the shattered frame glass. Heart throbbing sensation still hammering his entire body as he turned and twisted his body around the room. 

CCCRRREEEAAA-

 In just one second his body reacted on it's own. twisting his body and holding his arm out to defend against the intruder...Only to let his nerves relax when discovering it was just the poor broken door slowly closing back to it's original poor position he had found it in. Internally cursing to himself at the overreaction it had caused him. At least...That was until he saw what was on the other side of the door he had missed upon initial entry. The gleam of a familiar metallic silver caught his eyes in the limited darkness he was able to make out and the shock at seeing it at first melted his sight and his mind raced. The door being the only thing to answer his shocked mind as it finally creaked back into place. 

The demon approaches slowly, one hand still gripped at his sword, fingers strumming against the wooden handle as if his nerves where itching to use it. Yet he remained stoic despite the clouds that where casting gathering to add to the storm inside his head. Upon closer inspection the knife in the door was too purposeful for this to be an improvised job, this job - this attack, this entire army had been planned from the start just as his father said. His eyes narrowed, other hand ripping the knife free from the blade that held it in place against the doorframe. The shining metal reflected the red staining his body and the eyes strained with hatred..

A inhuman scream tore through the night. An already broken door kicked off it's hinges as the demon walked back into the night seeking answers.

"What is the progress report?!"

"Lord Tsugikuni, Sir! All the survivors are rounded up as you asked!"

"The women! Did you check their eyes!?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Sir!," the soldier quivered and shook under the beasts drenched in blood. "N-No l-living woman has the eyes Y-You described."

"Did you even check the DEAD?!"

He ducked from fear and nodded. "Yes! Yes! Everything! We checked everyone! Everywhere! She's not here! I-If she was s-she must've fled already!"

A broken door was grabbed with an inhuman screech. Flown across the old pathway and into the remains of a still burning house. He was panting heavily... but he forced himself to relax. Now was not the time to lose his mind. Now was the time to think. Rationally. Logically.

"It does not matter now." Eyes much calmer from the heat of battle beforehand looked at the general. "Round up the men and send a message to my father to send more reinforcements here. In the meantime gather all the dead and bury them all. Does these flames. And begin tearing down the town. We'll rebuild this as a new in my own vision."

"And what of the survivors?"

"...I shall decide after I see them."

The demon turned casting the feeble blade to the ground as he marched off to a different area of the ruined town. A small clearing of grass filled with frightened people. Surrounding them were his men making them stay in place until they were ordered to do something with them. Most survivors were women and children. Most of the men in the village were killed protecting their families in the raid before he had arrived. They should be grateful to him but instead the children screamed and clung to their mother's and women cowered in fright upon seeing the demon dosed in the blood of their shared enemies. What few men were left stared in horror at him. Of course he was already expecting this but didn't care.

"Sir, it seems none of the women or children of the village were killed in the struggle." The demon's head snapped to the nearest soldier who flinched.

"Is that so? Why?

"Apparently according to a prisoner they were ordered to be taken in unharmed by one of Kibutsuji's general. General Akaza Hakuji. "

So she wouldn't have been killed. A  quick scan around told him she wasn't there. So where was she?

"Send a message to my brother that he will be receiving more survivors of war. Immediately." The demon turned back to the scared crowd of people. Pathetic. "I am looking for a woman who lived amongst you all." A hand stained with red pointed at his own terrifying eyes. "A woman in her early twenties with turquoise eyes. She's not here...Where is she?"

Terrified people did not speak other than the sobbing of women and the crying of children who clung to their parents and grandparents in desperation.

"I assure you no harm shall come to anyone who wishes to speak up. I only want to know the location of one person. She answers to the name of Y/n."

"The sick girl?" 

It was not but a whisper. No normal human would've been able to hear it, but the demon did. The bone cracking sound going off as he snapped his head to one young man sent the town doctor jumping. In a blink of an eye the demon was on him grabbing the front of his coat sending another wave of screams and fear through the crowd. The doctor yelled out as he was pulled mere inches away from the shifting eyes.

"This 'sick girl'. Where is she?"

"I-I don't know!" His grip tightened making his face pale like the corpses from battle. "I-I SWEAR TO YOU TO THE GODS!! I-I REALLY D-DONT KNOW!! N-NO ONE'S SEEN HER F-FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS!!"

A widening of surprise the eyes gave. "Two months?"

The absolutely frightened man nodded completely fearful. "S-She came to me four months ago after getting constantly sick!" He slammed his eyes closed and turned away as he was pulled closer. "Shortly after she was diagnosed pregnant she disappeared and n-n-no one's seen her since!! I swear to you that's the truth!! I don't know what became of her!!"

Silence rang supreme.

The whimper and crying around him went silent as a ringing sensation filled his ears and one by one slowly every eye blinked at the shaking, crying man who was on the verge of tears now. 

"....What..was her diagnosis?"

"Pregnant! S-She was two months p-p-pregnant! S-S-She must be near four o-or five by now wherever she is! P-Please.." a sob left his mouth. "Please D-Dont kill me.."

Thud. A body was dropped to the ground...The lumbering form of the demon stepped away numbly. Stiffly. Staring at nothing as the world went quiet and a ringing went off through his mind.  The word ringing around his head and being unable to wrap his mind around the concept.

Pregnant 

The concept was lost. The word not having no meaning but yet...A deep feeling of pride and hope swelled in his chest that had him clutching the flesh hard enough to draw blood to his fingertips. The woman he had come to love and want..was carrying the next chapter of their lives together. And yet...The reality of the situation hit him harder than any enemy's sword. She was gone and she had their children. Vanished without a trace.

"LORD TSUGIKUNI!!," a desperate man ran up to him with a horror filled expression. "We just received word back from the east! The ambush here was just a distraction!! The real army is making their way through the east riverbank towards your city!! Your father's been killed!!"

The demon hardly flinched. Hardly moved at the desperation in his voice.

"LORD TSUGIKUNI WHAT IS YOUR ORDERS!?"

"....Send the survivors to Yorichii. Tell him to send reinforcements." The demon turned back towards the whimpering women. Eyes locking onto three individuals. "... Except those three." A hand pointed out three people. A terrified old woman, and a middle aged couple. "Take those three to one of the prisons. They are to be sentenced to the hardest labor until their dying breaths."

"Sir, where will you be going?"

"I tire of this endless war. If they insist on pushing them I shall end it once and for all. Even if the ground runs red with blood."

The white snow ran red with blood. Many lives were lost during the heats of battles. Many others lost at his terrible hands. Clawing and clawing and tearing and tearing until they had no choice but to flee ..to retreat. To wave the white flag and finally it was over.

Three bloodied years of conflict and pain. And it was over in a matter of months by his hands instead of following any of his father's plans. His mind was in a haze for so long. His father's body was recovered in the middle of the battlefield and taken back to his home to be buried. His mother wept for days following after the funeral but he didn't shed a tear. He was too busy with the whirlwind of responsibilities thrusted upon him. As his father's heir, he was now head of his family. He did not have time for useless tears and feelings concerning one who was already dead. During this time Yorichii was silent and kept distance from him which was a blessing. Knowing his brother he must've sensed the tension shrouding his form and wished to give him space as he sorted out everything there was to be taken cared of. He'd still have to see the Kibutsuji head of clan to see where they would go from here. His mother urged him to seek peace finally ...For her sake (and what was left of his sanity's sake) he would go that route. But one thing kept revolving around in his mind. One thing he wanted. One thing he NEEDED most of all.

"I vow to find her. Even if I have to dig my way to hell and drag  her from the flames. Even if I have to claw my way to the heavens and fight the gods for her. I will find her and bring her back to me......I love her."

His mother had been concerned about his state of mind and for once he confided in her. Burdening her as he held her frailer form close and buried tear stricken eyes into her shoulder.  

"I knew there was something deeper to this." Her soothing voice shushed him as her weak hands gently held him. "There, there. Everything is going to be alright."

"I should not have left her. I should have stayed."

"You were being followed. If you had stayed and they found you there then she would have been in more danger. You were only trying to protect her," Akeno 's words did little to comfort her son.

"They did follow me! That's why they attacked that village! The end results would not have changed! She must think I have abandoned her! She has my child!....And for once...I am lost for an answer. I do not know what to do."

"The answer is simple, Michikatsu."

Soft hands gently reached out to pull the tearful face from her shoulder. Six eyes lost staring at the stern look of the woman who looked firmly. Spoke sternly.

"You pull yourself together and you go find her."

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Months passed since the bloodshed that had unknowingly spilt on the other side of the mountain.

Spring was the first season after a harsh long winter's nap. The second month into this season was already producing little buds blooming amongst the tree branches and pretty little flowers pushed their way from the once cold ground from a long deserved slumber. A single cottage with its doors and windows wide open was already welcoming in the warmer air as the occupants were hard at work cleaning the home after a long winter stuck inside. A series of bubbles were thrown out of a soapy bucket of water. The woman handling the bucket paying no mind as she cleaned the hardwood floors beneath her. The bubbles flew through the air hitting the light of the warm sun making them sparkle as they flew through the air and towards the sanctuary of a pile of blankets.

Eyes filled with wonder stared up at the sparkling floating objects. Wondering little hands reaching out to them as if they were some gift from the skies. A small noise of curiosity being given as the biggest bubble missed the hands and stopped in front of the wide eyed..And popped startling the big eyes.

".....Aaaaaaahhhaaaahaaaa-"

"Oh, Yuichiro. Not again." Two hands reached out to pull the infant from the bed he laid up on and began to lightly bounce the crying baby. "Shh. Shh. It's just a bubble. You shouldn't be afraid of such a harmless thing."

Despite his mother's comforting words, the baby still cried startling his brother's sleeping form awake and whimpering confused at the sounds of his brother making their mother sigh.

"Not easy having twins is it?" Their mother shot a glare at the man who chuckled. "Just kidding."

Rolling her eyes their mother looked back to the whimpering baby who sniffled staring at her with the same turquoise eyes. "Silly boy. You're going to be a troublemaker when you grow up."

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Pillars of salt, pillars of sand (Aemond x oc, Aegon x oc) Chapter 4: A demented idea

CONCEPT: You were once a princess, now you are Aemond's prisoner. You are taken to King's Landing to bend the knee to Aegon.

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships, as well as intended murder, breeding kinks, mentions of non-con and sexual marital abuse. Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on.

(Told from Aemond's POV!)

Aemond’s pov.

I lock the door after she is safely inside and keep my eye on my grandsire. He wanted to have a talk, he said. He insulted me before, in front of the girl. He is likely furious that I fed Luc to Vhagar. He has always been more of a diplomat, sending letters instead of poison. Mending bridges instead of breaking necks.

He sits on his horse and gives me a long, calculated glare when his eyes take me in. I keep unmoved and unfazed. I do not let myself be intimidated by him. I am no longer a child. ‘’You have killed Lucerys.’’ He speaks through his teeth.

I give a nod, remembering Luc's delicious screams as he was chewed up. I also remember his sister crying and weeping. That, too, was satisfying. ‘’I fed him to Vhagar.’’ In a way, I killed him, and in a way, I did not. He killed himself by not bending the knee. All the bastards did.

Ser Otto Hightower, the hand of the king, is very displeased with me. ‘’How can you be so stupid, so blind? You’ve only lost one eye!" I sigh. Otto orders the carriage to start riding, and I hear someone slam on the carriage door from inside out. I smirk softly. Tire yourself out, little princess. Make this easy for us.

Of course, my grandsire is worried about the princess injuring herself. ‘’Was that the princess? Is there anything in the carriage that may cause her harm?’’ He asks me, as if I am supposed to keep track of what goes in and out of that carriage. What do I look like, an underfed peasant who reeks of fleas?

Yet these are my soldiers, and I must ask them their questions. I do my duties no matter how unpleasant. ‘’I do not know. Ser Stone.’’ One of the Kings guards rides up to us and greets me with a respectful nod. ‘’Is there anything in the carriage that may serve as a weapon for the princess?’’ I ask him sharply.

He shakes his head. ‘’No. We do not keep weapons in the royal private carriage. The princess is safe and secure.’’

I feel my lips curl into a smirk. She won't be getting away this time. ‘’Good. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. You may go.’’ I tell him. He takes off, guarding the left side of the carriage where Maella is likely throwing a tantrum in.

My grandsire rides closer to me, hissing in my ear. ‘’You will doom us all. You are a Kinslayer now. Have you forgotten what happens to those who kill their relatives?’’ My grandsire is a sane man. He does not believe those tales either. But others do. Others who might be useful to us.

I become annoyed, however. A pitiful side effect of whenever I am challenged or tested by annoying creatures that are unworthy of being alive. I care for my grandsire and my family. That is true.

He is just annoying me right now. ‘’What were you going to do with Rhaenyra? Isn't she also a relative to me and Aegon and my mother? He would be a kinslayer too, would he have killed Rhaenyra.’’ I point that out with a smirk.

We ride closer and closer to the castle, and finally, the princess stops fighting, and the banging stops, followed by quiet little sniffs that bring me unspeakably much joy. ‘’It is no matter, grandsire. The brat is gone, and we have the princess. Rhaenyra’s only girl. She will offer us much to see Maella returned unharmed.’’ Rhaenyra is a mother. She will want her baby girl back. Especially since we killed her son. The Black Queen will be mourning and furious. She will demand her daughter back. And we will demand that she bend the knee.

My grandsire is not convinced. ‘’So you hope.’’ His body moves with a big sigh as our horses enter the good neighborhoods of King's Landing. Merchants and rich travelers scurry aside for the carriage.

There is no point in scowling. ‘’So I know.’’ I assure him. Now that we have the little princess, we must discuss as to what to do with the brat. There are options.

We can sell her to a foreign market as a slave or we can kill her, we can also consider publicly executing her...

I am curious what kind of humiliating, painful end my grandsire is planning for that brat. ‘’What are your plans with her, grandsire? Aegon will do as you advise him.’’ As he commands him, is more likely, but I hold my tongue for now.

He sighs briefly, forgetting how I failed him and the realm today for just a brief moment. ‘’The princess is very popular and well-loved within the kingdom.’’ I feel my brows rise in surprise. That brat, loved? Popular, even? I scowl. She is a princess, of course she is well loved. Unlike any of my siblings, the smallfolk hates me and Aegon. They only like Helaena because she is not a threat to anyone or anything.

I don’t mind it that I don’t have their love. Love is fickle. Fear? Fear is the only reliable source to make sure those peasants obey.

Otto continues. ‘’Your brother’s popularity has greatly decreased. Our spies from Dorne to the North tell us of rebellions and uprising. Aegon must win back the love of the people before that happens.’’ and how will he do that?

Yet I reply coyly as if It makes sense to me.’I see.’’

His master plan is finally rolling off his tongue. ‘’The girl is unmarried. Aegon will take her as his wife.’’ I stop my horse so I can see if the old man is jesting or perhaps if he had too much sun today.

I scoff, laughing at his ridiculous proposal. ‘’Aegon? Another wife?’’ He will never take another wife. He hates being a husband, he hates being a father, and he hates being a king. He will never take a girl as rebellious and challenging as Maella into his bed. He will not wed her.

My grandsire is convinced that Aegon will obey now that he has made him king.‘’Yes. He will do his duties and marry the princess.’’ He has utmost faith in my brother. If only he showed me the same courtesy.

He does not know Aegon very well. Not the way that I do, at least.

He becomes annoyed with my smirk. ‘’Get that smirk of your lips, Aemond. He will do as I command him.’’ I do as he asks but with great effort. He really thinks that Aegon, whore-fucking acholist Aegon, the shittiest dad in the Seven Kingdoms, will take another wife? He is becoming senile. There is no other explanation. This does not make any sense.

It feels unfair, also. That whore is mine. I captured her, I set the trap, I had to wait for her useless little bum to show up and I had to drag her through King’s Landing. She is mine. If she is to be anyone’s wife, she should damn well be mine.

They once entertained the thought of making me her husband. Daemon objected, as did my own mother and my father. Mother did not want to lose any of her children to Rhaenyra’s spawns, and my father did not think me good enough to marry his precious granddaughter, his special little spoiled princess.

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. ‘’Grandsire, make her my wife instead.’’

I picture her big scared eyes when I tell her that she will become mine for the remainder of her pathetic life. Maella is not as hideous as her siblings. I am not in love with her, but if she were my wife, it would be my duty to put a child inside her. It would be an activity I would certainly enjoy more than she would. With any luck, she won’t be knocked up the first few times, and I can have my fun with the brat, breeding her as is my duty as her husband until she gives me a child, and to breed her once more after that.

Otto is not a stupid man. He needs convincing as to why I should get Maella. ‘’Tell me why should I? You should not be rewarded with Maella."

Well, for starters... A girl as Maella will obey me blindly. She is terrified since I killed her little brother. When I tell her to kneel she falls for my knees and begs for my mercy. I just know she will. ‘’She is terrified of me, grandsire. She fears me. All good women fear their husbands, and Maella will obey me blindly and behave.’’ I tell him smugly. ‘’That little brat will be broken into the moment she is my wife, rest assured, I won't rest until I've consummated and done my duty to my kingdom and my house.’’ Which mean fucking that whore.

He sighs before eying the sky and looks back at me. We are nearing the castle. ‘’Or she will stab us in the back the first chance she gets.’’ unlikely. Maella will be broken.

I hiss. ‘’We won’t let her.’’ Simple as that. ‘’Aegon already has a wife. I don’t.’’ I keep my voice from whining. There is another reason why Aegon does not need a second wife.

My poor sister will wither away when Maella becomes her equal and her sister-wife. I will not allow that. My grandsire might be ruthless, but he cares for Helaena. ‘’What will Helaena think of this? This is the most demented idea you entertained yet-’ A sharp pain in my jaw shuts me up. I glare at Grandsire when he lowers his hand. The hand he just slapped me with. A pathetic little slap, but I am still insulted, nonetheless. ’

I glare at him. ‘’The only woman you’ll take to wife is Floris Baratheon. You are a mere spare, Aemond. You’ll never be entrusted with the care of the princess, never mind that you will be her equal. You will do your duty and marry Floris. You will give up your useless plans and ambitions. The princess will be your brother’s.’’ As everything always has. Everything has always been his.

I warn him before leaning in. ‘’The smallfolk won’t like this.’’

Otto is blind to the threats right in front of him. Of the peasants and the small folk. ‘’They will. Aegon the conqueror had two wives. So will his namesake.’’ I grumble, clutching the reins of the horse tightly at his words.

It is not enough that Aegon has my gorgeous sister. He will have my niece, too. He will fuck, kiss, perhaps let them fuck one another and what do I get as a thank you for delivering her to him, for killing one of our enemies? I get scolded and slapped and insulted.

Otto notices my anger and smiles when calmly patting my back. ‘’Still, I am impressed you captured her. You were also smart enough to kill the boy's dragon. It would have been too dangerous.’’ No it wouldn't have been. Arrax was toothless and stupid. A unbefitting dragon for an unbefitting bastard. I only killed Arrax to make Luc suffer even more in his final moments.

On the back of the dragon, I told him what I would do once we would land. He knew he was going to be a snack. And I told him, if he told his little sister, that she would take his place. He kept silent and protected her. I am not sure my siblings would have shown me the same courtesy. I think not, truth be told.

We love each other out of need. But we do not love each other out of love. We cling to one another to survive. It is what makes this all so tragic.

We arrive at the castle. I get off my horse once the carriage halts in the familiar courtyard and drag the princess out of the carriage by her long dark locks. She cries in pain as I bring her inside.

[viatagrinner]

Clavis Lelouch. More Love with the Beast. Ch. 3. Sweet & Premium (His POV) Ends

Chapter 3. Sweet End

The Kingdom of Lelouch is a vibrant and lively place. Because Clavis, as leader of the country, he is constantly looking for new ways to exist.

(I miss that quality..)

Clavis: You seem to think, "I must be a good fiancée," but that doesn't matter.

Clavis: I just want you to have all the fun, okay?

Clavis: You and I both have only one life. Then I want to live a life where I can do everything I want to do.

Clavis: Life is fulfilling only when you do all the things you want to do and enjoy them with all your heart, isn't it?

(Clavis is unbelievable.)

However, "Do what you want" is not as easy as it sounds.

In Clavis' country, though, it seems to me that everyone does what they want to do.

The only one who can't do it is MC.

Clavis: Don't compromise in finding what you want to do.

Clavis: Your sadness today will become an irreplaceable asset in the future.

Initially, Clavis believed what he thought was right, and no matter what anyone said, he would stick to that belief to the very end.

This delights the heroine. This is the foundation of Clavis, and the part she is deeply in love with.

The girl has forgotten to enjoy herself, and to have fun.

Clavis: You're in love with me, aren't you? But you can fall in love with me as much as you want, right?

MC: If you tell me I can fall in love with you without limit...

She fell in love with Clavis' way of thinking and living.

MC: ...Can I kiss you?

Clavis:.......

A long silence hangs. The heroine's face burns with embarrassment.

Clavis: ...Yes, of course, you're always welcome, right?

MC: Why are you averting your gaze from me then,?

Clavis: You're shy. You'd be nervous with a beautiful man's face so close to yours, wouldn't you?

MC, however, sees that his ears are flushed.

MC: Thank you.

Clavis: "Thank you"? For what?

MC: Thanks for teaching me how to have fun.

Even though the heroine is the King's fiancée, she wants to find something she wants to do.

Clavis: That's good. If I can help, I'll help.

Clavis: But now...

MC: Kya!?

Clavis grabs his fiancée by the waist and puts her on his lap.

Clavis: Will you take responsibility for provoking me?

They kiss.

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It's been a few days since the heroine accompanied Clavis. She has stopped working at the bookstore for now. Every day she discovers something new for herself.

MC: Clavis, can I ask you a question?

Clavis: What, do you want to know how much I love you? Okay, I'll tell you.

She noticed that business in the state was conducted more verbally than in writing. Whereas in Rhodolite there was a lot of paperwork, there was a lot of writing needed, there was none of that in the Lelouch Kingdom.

She thinks it was because of the "uniqueness" of Clavis' handwriting. After all, few people can decipher it.

Clavis: What do you mean? The common language in the Kingdom of Lelouch is Lelouchian. Of course, we can decipher it.

Clavis explains that many of the citizens of his country are refugees and poor people.

Clavis: Many were denied the opportunity for education and, as a result, could not read.

Clavis: Most of the people I have political discussions with are such people.

Clavis: Low literacy is one of the problems of our country. The quality of education is directly related to national strength.

Clavis: However, there are many other issues that should be prioritized.

(I really want to do something about it.)

(.......Countries with low literacy rates inevitably have lower demand for books.)

(In that case, Clavis country would become a country without books...)

MC: I don't like it, it's a serious problem!

MC has found what she wants to do.

MC: If Rhodolite is the land of roses and art, then this kingdom I want to make it - the land of books and pleasure.

MC: Specifically, we will promote books in this country, where many people cannot read.

MC: If we create educational opportunities, increase literacy, develop an interest in reading, and establish supply and demand, we can soon be a country where there is a bookstore on every corner.

We also need to develop the desire to write books, to create a technology where expensive books can be made more accessible to a wider public.

Clavis laughs because this is the first time she's seen her speak so honestly and passionately.

MC: ....I actually wish I'd gotten serious about literacy first.

The King likes her enthusiasm. He put his arm around the girl.

Clavis: Then I guess I'd better teach you how to run a country rather than how to behave.

Her fiancé wants to teach the heroine: how to make a plan, a budget, get people interested... These classes will be different from her work at the bookstore.

The girl agrees with these, she has a lot to learn, but she doesn't want to cause problems for Clavis.

She didn't finish, Clavis put his finger to her lips.

Clavis: There's no way I would consider what you're doing a "nuisance," you know?

He likes that MC accepts the challenge.

Clavis kisses his fiancée.

Clavis: Once we get home, I'll teach you how to do it right.

MC: Just for the record, aren't we talking about management?

Clavis: Hahaha, well, what would you like today?

Clavis: How to govern or how to love?

MC: What are those two options?

Clavis: You don't like it?

MC mumbles confusedly.

Clavis: Okay, I've made up my mind. Government business starts tomorrow.

Well, MC has seen a new path for herself and she's looking forward to starting.

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Chapter 3. Premium End. His POV.

A few days later, a guest arrived in the Kingdom of Lelouch - it's Keith.

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Ever since MC became Clavis' official fiancée, he wanted to tell her something.

He suggests she do something nice. They have a whole other job waiting for them. It will be fun.

Routine gets in the way of personal growth.

(I just want you to live a happier life.)

Clavis: You seem to think, "I should be a good fiancée," but it doesn't matter.

Clavis: I just want you to have fun, okay?

Fortunately, these words seemed to reach MC's heart.

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The lessons began.

The heroine's suggestions were sensible, but lacked a budget.

The girl was naturally upset.

(Hmm, what a pretty face, no, no, no. I'm relaxing again.)

After MC decided to create a land of "books and pleasure" out of the kingdom, she began to study hard.

Task N1: Literacy Policy.

With brainstorming, the exchange of suggestions, ideas, and their return has been repeated many times. But the ideas are getting better and clearer.

MC definitely has potential.

(If we keep growing at this rate, I'm sure we'll become the "big bad guys" who will be famous all over the world.)

Cyril calls out to the girl to remind her that she has to go to the bookstore. Lessons are over for the day.

(.....O, crap. We didn't kiss goodbye again today.)

The heroine is still working at the bookstore. In doing so, she takes on new tasks. She has absolutely no free time.

She leaves. Clavis sighs sadly. Cyril tells him not to be too hard on MC and to help her with her idea.

But Clavis has a different idea. His fiancée needs "failure."

Clavis: It's easy for me to spoil her. With my help, the idea will come to fruition even today.

However, it doesn't help. The heroine is happy with the difficulty and enjoys the hard work. They both enjoy it.

For him, love is not about spoiling his beloved, but about letting him make as many mistakes as possible.

Cyril: Sorry, I was naive.

Clavis: Haha, you're a born knight, so it can't be helped.

Cyril grumbles.

At least Clavis said he wouldn't spoil his bride, but he wants to help.

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Meeting with Keith.

Keith tells him that he saw MC. She seems fascinated by politics. She even asked him for advice.

(...........What?)

Keith came to the Lelouch Kingdom to discuss refugee issues with Clavis.

Keith's words shocked Clavis.

Cyril, who was walking with him, poked him with his elbow, but he couldn't fix the look on his face.

Keith: I never thought Ms. MC would be actively involved in public affairs.

Keith: She seems to have a lot of fun thinking about her country.

Keith: I should follow her lead.... Um, Mr. Clavis?

The King Lelouch is not happy.

Keith: ...Why, why are you making such a scary face? I wonder if I said something offensive, sorry!

Clavis copes with his emotions. And habitually smiles.

Clavis: Prince Keith, is it true that MC "consulted" you?

Keith is confused. Perhaps thinking that Clavis is jealous of MC for him, Keith is quick to congratulate him on his engagement.

Keith: For MC... I'm like the weeds that grow around here.

Clavis laughs and says "at least as a tree."

Keith doubts that his "existence" can be equated with a "tree."

Clavis doesn't really care how his fiancée feels about Keith.

 He cares about something else. MC never asked for advice, never consulted him. She only offered and he told her what was wrong.

Every morning he takes suggestions, but it's just business, not counseling.

(I want to be consulted by MV, too. I want to be told, "You're so reliable, Clavis".)

Clavis thanks Keith, who doesn't understand why.

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Clavis: When I get home, I'll advise MC.

Cyril: You said you wouldn't spoil lady MC, didn't you?

Clavis: Hahaha, what are you talking about?

Cyril: .....🙄

(Better to discard that belief than to let another man be your counselor.)

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That night, when Clavis came into MC's room and asked if there was anything he could discuss with her, anything he could do to help, she shook her head.

Clavis doubts her words, he makes it clear that he knows Keith was helping her.

The girl doesn't deny it. But already Keith has helped her.

(What... it was already too late...)

(No, I had a vague premonition of that.)

The king staggered and sat down on the bed.

The heroine is faltering. Clavis replies that he feels his own helpless, pathetic state.

(Seriously, it's important not to pamper MC and watch her hard work.)

(But... if she feels uncomfortable asking for help, that's a different story.)

In discussing politics, in solving problems, their relationship is like that of a boss and a subordinate, but Clavis doesn't want MC to keep quiet about what's bothering her. That makes him a bad suitor.

The sight of a sad Clavis touched the girl, and she hugged him.

Her breasts were at the level of his face.

He caught his breath at the sudden "dere/ tenderness" of his fiancée.

MC: I don't know what's wrong with you, but take care of yourself, okay?

Clavis: ....Then will you listen to me?

MC agrees and strokes his hair.

Clavis: I want you to rely on me.

Clavis: You have to consult your fiancé first. Of course, I'm not going to interfere with what you're doing.

Clavis: I try to keep my help to a minimum. But counseling is always open, you know?

(If you feel uncomfortable talking to me, we need to think about how to interact with each other. )

This is a serious question for the future.

The girl was sorry to take up his time. Clavis says that being with her is his favorite hobby and activity.

Clavis: Didn't I tell you this morning that I have plenty of time for you?

Clavis: So, when you have a problem, think of me first. Other men can come after that.

(I also "loved" you so much that I almost forgot the important things.)

Instead of pampering MC, it's more important to be the person she can rely on the most in trouble.

Now she will consult with him.

Clavis realizes the position they are in now.

He presses his lips against the well-formed bulge peeking out of the top of her blouse. The heroine panics and tries to break free from the embrace. But Clavis holds her tightly and kisses her on the lips.

MC says she is still working on the idea. But a bad idea crosses his mind as he kisses her lips to discourage work.

Clavis declares that he falls asleep and still arrives in a sad mood.

Clavis: I won't let you go until you get me in a good mood.

MC laughs.

MC: It's easy to please Clavis, isn't it?

Clavis: Oops, I didn't expect you to think of me as such an easy-going man...

The girl offered her lap as a pillow.

Clavis: ....

He's easy to figure out.

(I won't let it end with just lap pillow, though...?)

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Clavis' Mastelist

[redheadspark]

Wait

Summary - Ajak holds a secret, but decides to wait when she gets news of Clío and Druig

A/N - This is from the POV of Ajak in the time of Babylonia, it's part of the Melody Universe

Warnings - a hint of angst but some fluff is mixed in there too

“Ajak,”

“Arishem.  We continue to keep Babylon safe from the Deviants, more people have come to seek refuge.  It is now the largest city on Earth.”

“The Eternals serving their missions from across the galaxies will learn from your success,”

“Thank you,” Ajak paused, thinking to herself on what she was willing to tell Arishem the very Celestial whom created her and the others and gave them purpose on Earth, “I respect your grand design, Arishem, but I have noticed something special about this planet.  And I fear that maybe this time the cost may—“

“Do not become attached to this planet. You must focus on the true purpose of your mission,” Ajak heard it in the tone of his voice, in how sure he was since he was so giant and stoic in front of her, his way was never to be challenged or thought twice.  She knew her purpose, their purpose as Eternals, for Earth and what they were meant to do.  Ajak would not sway from it and didn’t have the heart to, she knew their purpose was good.  

Yet again, the humans were growing on her.  She could not deny that notion since her heart woke swell as the humans continue to persevere and thrive even in dire times or times or uncertainty.  They were a fragile species, however they weren’t giving any signs of shying away or being extinct on the planet. Ajak felt love and more for the small little planet in a massive galaxy, and although her own creator instantly warned her not to, she couldn’t help but feel a tug towards the planet that came so naturally and organically.

“There is another matter I wish to discuss with you, Ajak,” Arishem got her attention again, snapping her back from her thoughts.

“Of course, Arishem,”

“You have already fulfilled part of your mission on Earth, and your success will be remembered and learned.  But it is not yet complete,” Arishem explained, Ajak being a bit confused from his statement.

“Not yet complete?” Ajak repeated, thinking she heard it wrong.  Was there something that she missed? A small detail that was overlooked?  For all Ajak knew, everything was going as planned and nothing seemed forgotten or amissed.  

“The specific purpose for Clío,”

For a moment, time stopped, and Ajak’s heart dropped.

The mention of the Eternal in question made Ajak freeze in her spot, yet she didn’t really show the internal panic that was soaring through her.  Perhaps Arishem could not sense it himself, for if he did Ajak would have given herself away instantly.  Then again, Ajak was stunned to hear Clío’s name.  

Clío, the powerful Eternal with powerful lungs and an even powerful scream that could level lands and oceans, whose heart was kind and fragile yet filled with strength and drive.  She would never wished to be in the limelight when it comes to praise or accolades, but she would be willing to help others and go out of her way to bring peace amongst those who were quarreling.  Ajak could rely on her when it came to a servants heart and leadership.  

But there was a purpose for her, a purpose that no one else knew about within the Eternal Family.  No matter that Earth was not their planet together to fight against the Deviants, her purpose was from the beginning.  

The purpose to expanding the Eternal population by conception with another Eternal.

Ajak has seen every attempt of Clío’s purpose to be fulfilled, and yet it never had.  Instances in the past that seemed so close to succeeding ended up failing.  It was mostly trial and error, and Ajak could only watch as her memories were erased and she had to start all over again. And although Ajak would never go against Arishem’s design and what he envisioned for the Eternals and all they could do, this one small part of his plan….it made her pause and feel a certain way. 

Many questions went though Ajak’s mind sporadically as time went one, questions that both frightened her and made her contemplate.  Why was there a need to bring Eternal children into the world?  Why did he choose Clio?  Why not any of the others?  Was there a timeline for this?  What purpose was this for Arishem?  

But the main question that flooded Ajax’s train of thought was simply, why Clío?

Of course, she was sworn to secrecy and was advised not to say anything, especially to Clío, but to the others.  It was not for them to know or for them to worry about, according to Arishem.  He insisted that the rest of the Eternals only had to worry about their purpose eliminating the Deviants and helping the species of said planet.  But at the same time, Ajak felt such a unsettling feeling on leaving Clío in the dark when it came to this kind of information, how her own anatomy was engineered to conceive, carry, and birth an Eternal child.  It brought so many conflicted thoughts in Ajax’s mind, on one side they could not interfere with the evolution of a species, yet on the otherwise Arishem wished to increase the population and take it a step further.  

Arishem was patient, but his patience could only hold for so long.  

“Her purpose is not ready to be fulfilled, Arishem,” Ajak explained, keeping her eyes down and speaking slow yet strong at the same time, “This planet is still growing and thriving, the Deviants are still a consistent threat to the humans. Clío is a fierce fighter, her focus is on protecting the human species as well as stopping the Deviants,”

It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t something Ajak knew Arishem wanted to hear.  Clío was meant to help the humans evolve and stop the Deviants, she was an Eternal like the others after all.  Her fighting technique was flawless, her screams were lethal and deadly and could bring the Deviant beasts to their knees.  Ajak could even comment that Clío’s ability was just as powerful as Ikaris, her second in command and devote follower in their cause.  

Perhaps Ajak was stalling more time before she would sit down with Clío and tell her everything that she needed to know.  She would have to be truthful in realizing that she never had the time to think about it.  Her focus was on the Deviants, on the humans and their evolution on Earth, and most importantly the Eternals under her care.  Ajak did consider them her family after all, spending so much time with each of them as the years came and went, knowing each of their quirks and personalities.  It was as if they too evolved with the humans, coming out of their own comfort shells and exploring on their own what it means to be on this planet with the humans.

That was especially the case with Clío.  Even in the very beginning when they first touched down on the planet, Clío took to the humans so well.  As did Sersi of course, yet Clío’s heart was still just as big for the humans.  Ajak loved watching her dig into the soil with her bare hands, planting the smallest of seeds with tender care as the promise of new crops was ever near.  Ajak adored seeing Clío play with the human children, chasing after them and tending those who were frightened or hurt.  

“I request to wait to inform her,” Ajak said to Arishem, “I don’t wish to deter or interrupt her work tactic with the humans, at least for now.  When the time is right, I shall tell her, with your permission of course,”

The small pause that hung in the air between them was deafening to Ajak.

“You shall wait,” Arishem replied, Ajak inwardly sighing in relief, “But she must be informed in the near future.  Time is of the essence, and my patience will not last long, Ajak,”

“Thank you, Arishem,” She thanked him, then closing her eyes to find herself back in her living quarters in Babylon.  The warm sun on her face, the soft sounds of the tres rustling in the summer afternoon winds, and the faint touch of the marble under her feet as she was still sitting still along the floor.  She had her own room in the temple that was prepared for her and the rest of the Eternals, made by the Babylon citizens themselves as a gift and token of appreciation for the Eternals protecting them and helping them prosper.  Ajak’s quarters were at the very top level, the Domo parks on the ground level and hidden away from the world under the balconies and levels of the temple.  

It felt wrong to go against Arishem like this, but it would also feel wrong for her to place Clío in such a predicament since she knew deep down Clío would not be ready.  She’s seen this happen in the past, and no many how many times they tried, Clío tried, it never worked.  She never was able to carry a child or conceive one none the less, and to say Arishem was disappointed would be an understatement.  Her mind would be erased like the others, not remembering the plenty of times she tried to conceive and with whom.  

It would always fail, and deep down Ajak didn’t have the heart to see it fail again.  

“Ajak?”

She turned her head over to the source of the voice, seeing a timid Clío poking her head into her living quarters.  Ajak could see her red hair flowing behind her in the wind, some of the strands were in front of her hazel eyes as she was watching Ajak with uncertainty.  Clad in her yellow armor, she fiddled with her fingers a bit as she spoke again, “I didn’t disturb you, did I?”

“Oh, oh of course not!  Please, please come in,” Ajak said to her, giving Clío a smile as she got up from her spot on the floor.  Clío walked in, her hands now behind her back as they both walked to the two chairs and small table perched near the balcony.  Ajak watched Clío sit, timid in her movements and almost thinking too much to herself as she sunk into the chair. Did she know that she was the topic if discussion with Arishem?  That she had her own mission and purpose that was vastly different from the others?  Did she knew how many times she already tried and failed in the past? 

How could she honestly know?

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Clío explained, almost stumbling over her words as she was looking at her hands in her lap. 

“It must be something quite serious, since we talk naturally together about anything and everything,” Ajak commented lightly, then leaning over a bit to touch Clío’s arms with her fingers.  It was true that Clío would love to chat with Ajaka about anything and everything on her mind, whether it was the progress of humans or some new discovery she stumbled upon.  She was always filled with wonder and brought it to their conversations, but this time it seemed as if she was afraid to tell Ajak anything.  

“What’s on your mind, Clío?’ Ajak asked her calmly, ever patient with the Eternal in front of her as Clío bit her lower lip.  

“Something’s happened to me,” Clío stated to explained, seeing Ajak look at her in concern as she immediately spoke again, “Nothing bad!  I promise, it’s nothing bad!”

“Oh!  Well, then if it’s not bad, then you should be happy telling me,” Ajak teased her gently, Clío giving her a small grin and the tension in her shoulders were a bit more relaxed, “I’m sure that whatever you intend on telling me is good, and I will be open minded,”

Perhaps that’s what Clío needed to hear, since Ajak could see she was becoming more relaxed in the chair she was sitting in.  Finally, she locked eyes with Ajak, Ajak seeing that her hazel eyes were shining rather bright with a flicker of joy behind them.  It was a stare that Ajak always loved.

“Something happened to me, and I wish to tell you since I respect you as my mentor and leader.  You see….I fell in love,”

Ajak smiled, a smile so wide and always reflecting the sun high above them as Clío said It with such certainty and with happiness in her tone.  The previous conversation she had with Arishem was long gone from her mind, it was now filled with the subject of Clío being in love.  Any of the Eternals being in love seemed like a rare gift, seeing it in Ikaris and Sersi alone was enough of a blessing.  And now to hear Clío was in love, Ajak was overjoyed in happiness .

“I-I know we are not to interfere with the humans and their evolution—“ Clío started to explain, and Ajak could see the look in her eyes thinking that she did something wrong.  Ajak immediately shook her head and held her hands tighter.

“This is a blessing!” Ajak said with her tone drenched in warmth and joy.  Clío looked at her with a hint of shock, not thinking that Ajak was going to react in that way.

“It….it is?” Clío questioned, Ajak still keeping the smile on her face and nodding her head as she reached up with a spare hand to touch Clío’s cheek.  Without thinking about it, Clío leaned into her touch, always thinking of Ajak as her source of home and her source of comfort when it comes to familiarity. 

“Yes!  Clío, being in love is nothing to be ashamed of,” Ajak explained as Clío was still watching her with shock and confusion, “I find it admirable that you are in love.  It’s one of main attributes of being human, or as close to a human as one can be.  For you to have that, what a blessing!”

Ajak scooted a bit closer, squeezing her hands gently to feel grounded with Clío as her eyes were still big and her excitement, “Tell me who it is that captured your heart!”

Once again Clío looked a bit uneasy and bit her lower lip, looking down at their joined hands and took in a hesitant breath.  Ajak was patient enough, only wishing to take away the tension that was hanging on Clío’s shoulders.  The last thing she wanted to feel was that she was not a safe person to talk to.

Clío stared at her directly in the eyes, looking so sure as she said the one name, “Druig.”

Druig…..Druig?

It was a surprise for certain to hear the name of the mind controlling Eternal.  She pictured him in her mind, the cool and highly aloof being that loved the humans and yet looked at the species with a small sense of humor and reluctance too.  Ajak knew of him being an ever complicated Eternal, always thinking one or two steps ahead of the others, and never questioning things around him.

Yet to think that Druig caught the heart of Clío?  The soothing light of the group?  It would seem impossible to think of the two of the being a pair, yet at the same time, it seemed….right.  Love was a funny thing, Ajak knew that for some time since they came to Earth.  Any being can be affected by it, the notion of love can move mountains and change lives.  So for Clío to be in love, to feel that love with Druig, it was beyond a gift that Ajak thought was timeless and limitless.

“Ajak….why are you crying?”

Ajak never realized that she was crying, not until she felt the tear hit her cheek and roll down to hit her blue armor.  But there was a smile on her face, no signs of distress or sadness in her eyes and along her smile that was shown on her face.  She was the opposite of sad, in fact she was beyond happy.  Shaking her head rapidly, she framed Clío’s face in her hands.  

“Tears of joy,” Ajak reassured her, Clío’s face lightening up as Ajak kept going, “Clío, I’m happy for you, beyond happy!”

“You are?  About me and Druig?” Clío questioned her again, thinking this was not the reaction she was going to get in the first place.  She obviously knew this was going to be big news when she decided to tell Ajak about her relationship with Druig, but she also had no idea that her leader would be this happy and joyful for her and Druig.  

“All I have ever wanted, for all of you since we came to this planet, is to find some source of pure happiness,” Ajak explained, smoothing out some of Clío’s red hair that flew in front of her eyes, “We are meant to enjoy the fruits of our labor on this planet, to see all it has to offer and experience it first hand.  You and Druig have found that in each other, and I am filled with nothing but happiness.”

Ajak could see how Clío’s face changed from uncertainty to warmth and excitement, her smile widened and her cheeks were blushing as her eyes twinkled in delight and relief.  Ajak had to mirror her smile, feeling ti deep within her heart that Clío was truly happy.  Her smile alone was a reflection of the sun in the early hours of the morning, or the first touch of a freshly bloomed flower against fingers.  She saw it in Clío’s eyes, in her smile, she was truly in love and filled with love.

“As long as you two are happy together, and you treat each other well, I see nothing wrong with you two bring together,” Ajak explained to Clío, feeling rather proud that not only two of her own Eternals found love, but they found it with one another.  It was a sacred thing to have, and now there were two more in her little family to have and harness it together.  

Of course it was not in the plan of Arishem to be attached to a planet, but it unfolded naturally and with no way of slowing down.  Ajak couldn’t help but find the smaller moments to hold close to her heart and never let go, thinking of them as sacred and delicate to ever let go and pass on.  Even with the talk she had with Arishem involving Clío and her purpose, Ajak could not think about it now.  Not with what was going on in Clío’s life and how happy she was. 

So she’ll bite her tongue for now.

Clío pulled her into a hug, Ajak chuckling as she was engulfed within Clío’s arms.  She could feel it in the hold she was in that Clío was always happy to get this acceptance from Ajak.  Clío was always a happy being, it was rare for her to be sad or angry.  This new kind of happiness was infectious, something that Ajak wished would never turn away.

“Thank you, Ajak!  Truly, thank you!” Clío thanked her wholeheartedly, giving her one last squeeze before she moved away quickly, “I’ll tell Druig!  He was nervous to ask himself,”

Ajak had to laugh, “I’m sure he was.  Go on, then!”

She watched with a full heart as Clío waltzed away and out of her room, a new pep in her step and her hair shining in the warm sun.  Simply seeing her happy made Ajak happy, almost like a proud parent seeing their child truly happy and satisfied.  Was this what it felt like being a parent?  Ajak didn’t care, she loved this sensation and never wanted to savor it for as long as she could.  

No matter that there were other issues at hand that she needed to discuss and figure out, no matter that Arishem and his commandments were festering in the back of her mind.  This small blissful moment was more important to Ajak in the heart of the moment, and if that meant she had to defy Arishem a little bit longer, then so be it.

The repercussions were not seen then, only joy for Druig and Clío.

The End

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[writingsofwesteros]

alright believe it or not but im once again at work (saturday night shift) and imma try my hand at the secretary thing. first person POV bc we're experimenting.

Just when has my life become so lame? It's saturday night, I should be out, checking out that newly opened club with my girlfriends. Instead I'm at work. Yep! Me! Blood of the Lannisters! At work. I know.

Last chance to do something with your life, my father said, as he pulled the strings to land me this position. You might know him as Robert Baratheon, the founder of Storm Industries.

You better be choking on his dick by the end of this month or else we're all screwed, my mother helpfully instructed me as to the extent of my duties. You may know her as Cersei, the self-appointed Queen Bee of Upper East.

The Queen suffers no competition, which is how I ended up as a secretary for Mr Stark, a.k.a. the Ice Wolf - the C.E.O. of Storm Industries and the hottest DILF of Wall Street, fuck him very much. My mother hates his wife with passion and having me seduce him is her idea of revenge.

I mean, I've done worse things.

It is saturday night, but if he's still working then that means I'm still working too. From my vantage point behind my desk I can see him clearly, as he's strolling around his office and tossing papers around. His form fitting suit is slightly disheveled at this hour, the white collar popped open. H's wearing designer glasses - he says they prevent his eyes from tiring when he's working late and I have no idea what the glasses actually do but they make him look sexy as hell. I mean he is that. Sexy as hell. I've been staring at him for the past hour, all secretary work long forgotten.

Unfortunately none of my seduction tactics seem to work on him. Three entire months of sky-high heels, skirts that would barely cover my underwear if I had any, and cleveages that ends somewhere around my navel. Excellent dress code, I know. I aim to please. Guess what?

He hasn't even looked once.

But yesterday I think my mother has finally outdone herself. We've all been to dinner at the Arryns'. A rich old politician who is meant to help father with something, no idea what they're about, but that's beside the point. The Starks were there: the Ice Wolf, his wife the Ice Queen, as we call her, and their two hot sons.

And get this: mother had me give him a footsie under the table. In front of his wife and sons and my own father and everything. Yeah. I wish I was joking.

The second my foot touched his thigh under the table, his eyes immediately shot to me, but... he said nothing. He's done nothing. He only watched me, as I massaged his crotch with my foot. Maybe his ears went a little red, but otherwise - nothing, nada. Null. His gaze was intense, and it was kinda hot, not gonna lie. But I couldn't tell what he was thinking or if he was even enjoying it. I mean, I could tell he was hard but who wouldn't be? Eventually I had to stop because the Arryn guy wanted to show everyone his new private jet and we had to move from the table.

Thanks for nothing, mom.

I feared I made an idiot of myself and I was sure Mr Stark would fire me the second I crossed the doorstep of our office today, but... nothing of the sort. He was all cool politeness, and his DILFy sexiness, as always. And he made me stay overtime.

I actually think I might go mad with blue balls. Blue vag? Is that a thing?

Uh-oh. He wants something. He's rang the bell. Nobody's around this late and it makes me a little jittery, but I gather my courage, stand up, push my boobs forward and march into his corner office with all the dignity that's left to me.

"I want to show you something," he says and he points to a pile of papers on his desk. I see thay are some kind of screenshots, but the lights are dimmed and I can't read the details.

I lean down over the desk to have a closer lookand my heart freezes several times over. Suddenly it's hard to breathe. On his desk lay printed screenshots of my conversations with my mother. Conversations regarding him and how best to seduce him.

I panic and immediately start planning my evacuation, but suddenly I feel his strong hand on my back, pressing me to the desk.

"And you thought you were so smart," he says, standing behind me. On this lucky cursed night I'm actually wearing underwear, but it's all lace and so thin it's practically not there. I feel the broad knuckles of his other hand brush over my snatch. You know, because my skirt does nothing to cover my privates.

"Smart girls should always remember to log out," Mr Stark informs me.

I am not a smart girl. Never have been.

HOT HOT HOT

Oh i love how involved Cersei is in this; just adds another layer !!

[marriiemeii]

Endless Moment Chapter 4

svt x multiple ocs

status: ongoing tags: vampires, witches, supernatural creatures, romance, drama, comedy, born vampires, turned vampires, abilities, violence, blood, bullying

synopsis: In a world where there's supernatural creatures hiding amongst the humans, we find that there are many things that happen behind the scenes in order to keep the peace.

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Ella’s POV

“Ella, please calm down!” Jihoon tries to call out to me. I could hear his voice and understand what he was saying, but I couldn’t fight against the rage. Jihoon was standing a few feet away from me afraid to come closer in fear of getting attacked.

It was well-known that I was the strongest after Seungcheol. This made it more difficult for Jihoon to get close and try to calm me down. Deep down I felt horrible that I was making Jihoon have to deal with this, but I couldn’t stop.

That man. He was horrible and rotten. The words he was saying to Jihoon and the things he had done. It was like he had no regard for turned vampires. Making Jihoon feel like he was worthless. 

The last words that he told Jihoon were still ringing in my head.

“Turned vampires, you all have that uncontrollable thirst for human blood. You must be so upset, knowing you’re a mistake.”

When I heard him direct those words at Jihoon, my vision began to bleed red. The words ring in my head, as I lose control of myself. It was a blur after hearing those words, but I knew I had launched myself at that man.

I had fought against him and had overpowered him in my rage. I was going to tear him apart, not just for Jihoon but for all the turned vampires he had insulted and disrespected.

The only reason he got away was because of his damned ability. He got into my head, he managed to make me reveal something personal about myself. At that moment, I had forgotten that born vampires had an ability. My guard was down. Next time it wouldn’t be.

“Ella,” I heard Seungcheol’s voice. “Ella, I know you’re still in there. I know you can hear me.”

“You gotta fight the rage. Whatever it was that caused this, you gotta fight it. Whatever happened, it’s in the past now.” He urges me. My body was still shaking in fury. I could feel the tears running down my face, I was so angry but also sad that I couldn’t fight the rage.

All the work that Seungcheol put in felt like it was wasted, and for that, I felt so much regret and guilt. I wanted to be able to put this behind me, but I couldn’t. He had insulted my family, told us that we were all mistakes.

We didn’t choose to be turned by born vampires, so why should we feel like we were the mistakes? They should be the mistake for turning people against their will. They were the monsters that humans were afraid of at night.

The more I got in my head, the more the burning sensation in my throat grew. It was becoming painful, and all I could think about was the blood that could soothe it.

I felt a presence come closer to me and I lashed out, growling. My body lunged at whatever it was that came closer to me, tackling them to the ground. My hands immediately found their throat as I tried to crush it. Before I could put pressure, my balance was thrown off and I was tossed to the ground onto my back.

I managed to sit up but the person had already had a tight grip around me, pinning my arms to my side. One hand landed on the back of my head, as it was pushed into their neck.

My breath gets caught in my throat as the intense smell of blood fills my senses. I tried to move my head away from the person’s neck but they had a firm grip keeping me in place.

“Come on, Ella. Better that it’s me than a helpless human, right?” I hear Seungcheol’s voice. It sounded so far away, maybe it was because all I could hear was the pulse that was in front of me. Taunting me to have a sip, but I knew I wouldn’t take just a sip. I had stopped struggling in the person’s arms, so focused on the blood rushing through their veins.

The hand on my head started to stroke my hair, gently letting me know that it was ok. I was allowed to bite them. My lips tremble as I get closer to their neck. I could feel my fangs grow as I gave in to my desires.

I open my mouth and bite harshly on the soft yet firm skin, piercing it. The blood begins to rush into my mouth. I whimper from the taste of it. It felt like I was starving and finally being able to eat after a long time. My once heavy and ragged breath slowly starts to calm down. My pounding heart settles into a light thump as the blood calms me down.

“Have you had enough, Ella?” I hear Seunghceol’s calm voice ask. Because I was already starting to calm down,  it finally hit me, whose blood I was drinking. I detach my fangs from his neck as I gasp and scramble away from him. Seungcheol was looking at me, checking for any signs of rage, but instead, all he found was the shame and guilt I felt for losing control.

The bite wound on his neck quickly heals, leaving only traces of blood. I look away from him, not wanting to be studied, quickly putting my walls back up. I hear him sigh softly and hear movement.

“Ella, let’s go home,” Seungcheol says. His hand comes into my view, waiting for me to take it. I stare at it sadly before putting my hand in his, allowing him to help me up. 

Jihoon rushed over with a handkerchief in his hand holding it out to Seungcheol, so he could wipe off the blood on his neck. He lets go of my hand to clean himself up. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and I probably didn’t want to know anyway.

“Ella, thank you for standing up for me,” I hear Jihoon quietly say. I look over at him to see him staring at me in sadness. “Maybe if I had just stood up for myself, you wouldn’t have to feel the need to protect me.”

I give him a half-hearted smile. “You’re wrong. I’d do it either way because families protect each other.”

Jihoon looks at me in surprise. It was rare for me to show them my vulnerability but we were the first to form this group of strangers. It felt alright for me to call them my family. I peek over at Seungcheol to find him looking at me with pride in his eyes. When he notices me, he nods his head in agreement with my statement.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to show vulnerability once in a while.

Joshua’s POV

We had all ended up in Kala's study as we sat on the couches. Seokmin and I were on one couch while Seungkwan, Soonyoung, and Kala were on another. Soonyoung was finally able to introduce himself to everyone and learn everyone’s names. 

Now, he had to learn about the more difficult stuff that came with being a turned vampire. I was worried for him, after I had turned Seokmin it had taken a while for him to settle into this new routine despite having such a happy outlook on it.

There were times that he struggled so hard to keep his bloodlust in check. It was to the point that I needed to step in to help him. Not only that but everything you feel is enhanced, feelings of anger, hunger, lust, happiness, or even love.

As if knowing what I was thinking about as I looked at Soonyoung in sadness as he looked between Seungkwan and Kala bickering, Seokmin pats my shoulder. I look over at him and he gives me a small smile.

“He’ll be alright, he has all of us to help him get through it,” Seokmin whispers, trying not to get their attention. Seungkwan and Kala’s eyes flicker over too quickly for the two turned vampires to notice. They both give me slight nods, agreeing with my turned vampire’s words, easily going back to bickering so that Seokmin doesn’t realize they were able to hear him.

“You’re right,” I sigh softly to him. He looks at me with a small smile and pats my shoulder. I look back at the trio in front of me and clear my throat to get their attention. Seungkwan huffs at Kala before turning to look at me. Kala smiles innocently, casually laying her hand on Sooyoung's thigh.

“I understand you’re probably confused, Soonyoung,” I started to speak, looking at the man. Soonyoung’s back straightens, hearing that I was addressing him. “But you could probably already guess that you’re no longer a human.”

He nods his head at me, no emotions showing on his face. I couldn’t tell what his opinions were about the situation he was in.

“You were a former human and now turned vampire, however, there are two kinds of vampires. Ones like you and Seokmin,” I gestured to the two of them. “And born ones like Seungkwan, Kala, and myself.”

“Born vampires were given birth by other born vampires. We essentially are vampires who were born with no human blood in our system. Most of us have some kind of ability and we are unable to be out in the sun for too long. Our bodies can’t handle the light. Turned vampires are able to be out in the sun after turning but may find that they are sensitive to sunlight now. Turned vampires also continue to have their human blood in their system after being turned by a born vampire. Because there is human blood in turned vampires, it allows them to have even more enhanced senses, strength, and speed, however, they do not have abilities.”

“Not only are those enhanced but emotions as well,” Seungkwan speaks up. “It’s even harder for turned vampires to keep their emotions and feelings in check compared to born ones. It's harder to stay in control of themselves.”

Soonyoung looks down at his hands, thinking about what we were saying to him. Seungkwan and I stay quiet, watching him take in the information. We didn’t want to overwhelm him, but he needed to know all the information he could get and we would be barely scratching the surface of what he needed to know.

“What else do I need to know?” Soonyoung looks up with determination showing on his face.

“Well, there’s a somewhat hierarchy with born vampires. There is a Council of high-ranking vampires that oversees other born vampires and sometimes turned vampires. They also tend to make the laws that vampires need to follow,” I hesitantly mention to him.

“Who is in the Council?” He asks, curious.

“The three of us are,” Kala responds, pointing to Seungkwan and me.

Soonyoung’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open a bit, surprised to find this out.

“The vampires on the Council in highest ranking to lowest would be Jeonghan, the one you attacked-” I started.

“It was just a small scratch,” He interrupted defensively. I ignored him and continued on.

“Kala. Myself. Minghao, the person who was with Jeonghan. Wonwoo, you haven’t met him yet. Seungkwan and Jun, another person you haven’t met yet.”

“Though Seungkwan and Kala are the youngest and have the least amount of experience being on the Council despite having a high family ranking.”

“No need to call us out like this, Shua,” Seungkwan retorts, looking at me with slight irritation. Kala has a similar look on her face but looks to the side away from me. The two didn’t like to be reminded that they technically weren’t being seen as their actual rankings.

“Anyways,” I continue on. “Because of this, the two are, at the moment, at the bottom of the ranking until they gain more experience.”

“How much experience would they need? They don’t look much younger than you,” Soonyoung questions.

“I’m currently 13,500 years old.”

Soonyoung’s face goes blank, realizing that we might’ve looked around his age but we were thousands of years older than him. He looked at Seungkwan and Kala, silently asking for their ages.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask how old a person is,” Seungkwan looks away but quietly mumbles. “12,500 years young…”

“10,500,” Kala says nonchalantly. “In “human” years that’d be the equivalent of 27, 25, and 21 since we age a lot slower than humans. And on another note, we don’t live forever. We just take so long to age that it just feels like forever.”

The amazement on Soonyoung’s face was cute to witness and I could tell that Kala felt the same as she stared intently at him.

“A lot of the high-ranking vampires, tend to not have a good view on turned vampires… With that being said, it’d probably be best to avoid most noble vampires so that they don’t try to cause issues with you.”

“Do you have any other questions?” I asked him. “You learned the most important parts I believe.”

Soonyoung thinks about it before asking, “Now that I’ve been turned, what happens?”

Seungkwan, Seokmin, and I all looked at Kala after hearing his question. Soonyoung slowly turns his head towards her as well. She sighs to herself, noticing all the attention on her before standing up. Soonyoung flinches a bit at the sudden movement.

“Well, the rest of you don’t need to hear. So, I’ll be taking Soonyoung with me to my room now,” She grabs Soonyoung’s hand and pulls him up with ease, before walking away. She waves her hand at us. “You guys know the way out, see ya later.”

We watch the two leave the study room together, before agreeing that we all had actually wanted to know what she was going to tell Soonyoung. However, we decided to leave them be and give Kala the privacy she wanted.

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Request: Ciri- The Lost Sister

Pairing: Ciri x Sister!Reader

Pov: Ciri

Warnings: Angst; Fluff; missing sibling; angst to fluff; Kahr Morhen; first female witcher; transformation.

Summary: Long before Ciri was born, her long-lost sister was lost to the mountains.

WC- 1.2k

A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers; This is for @chocotacobread as a request! I hope you enjoy

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My grandmother Queen Calanthe would tell me stories about a lone and wild girl that got lost in the mountains. One with a strong arm, and the prettiest of laughs. She was just a few years older then I was. Born a few years before me. Her blonde hair was a staple of every outfit she wore. 

The kingdom was in love with her. Her personality drove the kingdom togood fortune and great times. Even when Queen Calanthe was more then ready for a war that was far from us at that time. When I was older though my grandmother told me a different story. 

One that was riddle with lose, and fright to the ends of the earth. She sat me down, it wasn’t a bedtime story by anymeans. It was just the truth. A dark and scary truth was being told as my grandmother sat me down at the end of my bed. 

“Now listen to my every word child. You are your mothers daughter, but you are also her second daughter. Your mother was my only child, and she was the nicest person in the whole kingdom. She had a true sense of reliability within her, and when she gave birth to your sister the entire kingdom was in enlittlement. A beautiful baby girl, who looked just like her mother. You don’t remember your sister. A little to young to remember her running around the halls, and forever getting the guards in tangles with each other.” My grandmother said looking at me. 

She grasped her hands around my much smaller ones, and gave me a sadden look. “Your sister when you were just a babe went out to the gardens. Your mother was consumed by her need to support you, and the guards were not paying attention. Your sister got lost all by herself. In the gardens she was declared as lost to the kingdom, lost to the mountains and to everything that she was to become.” 

There was a statue in the garden dedicated to my los sister. In the stone it was engraved her name. ARES and under her name was “Lost in the garden, but not to her people and kingdom.” I used to watched the stuate from my bedroom window and used to think that I’d never find her, and the only thing I’d ever know about her was her statue. 

I had forgotten the stories months later, when I watched my grandmother stumble over her words and try her hardest to tell me to be a strong young women that she knew I was. As I ran away from war that Nilfgaard had caused with my kindom I saw yet the same garden that my sister had gotton lost within. It was burning, tall trees, flowers, and status burning and breaking as the horse led me away far away from the horror that was now mine. 

Geralt and I set out to find Kaer Morhen. Or not find it as in it was lost but go back to it. Geralt had declared that if I was going to be requesting his help in becoming strong and able to fight for myself that we would need to go back to his home. 

Kaer Morhen was in the cold and snowy mountains of the land. A long trip up through woods, and mountains and finally through all the snow. I had asked Geralt a thousands questions about where we were going, the people there and what it was like. Every question was ignored. 

“Geralt will you just tell me a little about the people there at Kear Morhen?!” I was more then excited, excited in part to learn more about Geralt considering I had been told that Geralt was destiny. Not that I know what the hell that truly means. But still I asked my questions, and got vague answers back of course. But answers were answers nonetheless. 

“So… I know you said there hasn’t like ever been a female witcher, but is there a female witcher at Kear Morhen?” I asked with a sense of intrigue. He grunted as we stop just short of the gate of Kear Morhen. He turned, and looked down at me. Yellow eyes looking deep into my heart and soul. “Why?” He asked, I just looked at him. “Why, because I wanna know.” I said straightforward. 

He gave me an arched brow, and hummed. Short response for something that needed more then that kind of response. “Yes, Ciri if you must know there is a female witcher the first of the kind. She the best at swords, and hand to hand combat. I’ve never seen that girl not hit a target.” Geralt said as the gates opened on Kear Morhen. 

When Vesemir finally saw who  was at the door he rang out to the rest of the witchers. “Geralt, you must come and fest with us and bring your guest along side with you.” He said patting hard on Geralts shoulder. “Do you remember Ares?” Vesemir asked Geralt. I froze in my spot. 

My sisters name clinging to my mind and my feet began to stick to the snowy and frosted ground. “Ciri?” Geralts voice rang out. “Come meet Ares.” That’s when I saw her, poking her head around the corner and hugging Geralt deeply. Her graze over to me. “Who is that little girl you brought alongside you?” She asked him. 

“Ciri, of cintra. She wants to learn how to fight and to defend herself. She asked me to help so I brought her hear.” Geralt went on, but it didn’t matter Ares  was walking to me. “Cintra?” She yelled from across the yard. I shook my head. “Ares of Cintra?” I asked back. “The lost daughter, the one from garden. Grandmother always talked about how Ares got lost in the garden and was never found again.” I spoke. She stopped infront of me. Her features reminding me of m.. Our grandmother. 

“Ciri…” She went on to say. “I thought I’d neer find you again.” She said as she find her grip on her words. “All I’d ever heard was the stories how your disappearance. I never thought you’d be here with Geralt and all of his people. Wait! Are you the first female witcher that Geralt was talking about earlier?” I asked, my eyes were in amazement. 

Bewildered by the fact my long lost sister was standing right there in front of me. “Geralt talks now does he. He is right, the first female witcher, and proud of it. With Vesemir help alongside with Geralt’s help. They’ve done a good job.” Ares went on to say. 

I didn’t care anymore I just wanted to hug her, I closed the space between us and took a leap into faith. I hugged her tighty, and tired not to cry and failed. Regardless I hugged her and she hugged me back. Finally I had found my lost sister. Geralt may had been my destiny to finding my lost sister. Ares brought her hand up and patted my hair down calming me down. 

“We are together now, Ciri. Together”

Completed on: 08/16/2022

Posted on: 08/17/2022

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AGoT: Tyrion III

I haven’t written anything about the previous few chapters, but it strikes me now that the Ned and Catelyn chapters have something in common with this one: they are all about people who are unwilling, or unable, to perceive where the real danger is coming from, and that they are unprepared for it. Catelyn seems to think she can enter King’s Landing unnoticed, which she obviously can’t, and doesn’t. Ned seems to think he can investigate his suspicions without being noticed, failing to see the danger even in the people he is plotting with. They are unprepared for “southern” politics, yes, but more than that, they are just unable to see the danger all around them. Catelyn never considers her own sister can’t be trusted, Ned has this idea that justice will matter to anyone other than him. They have blindspots they simply aren’t aware of, because that’s the nature of blindspots.

Tyrion’s chapter introduces a different type of blindness. Tyrion is a skeptic, a pragmatist, who believes he sees things more clearly than everyone else. He decides that Mormont’s insistence stems from not wanting to believe his leadership of the Wall has been a waste. He has gotten so used to being clever, he’s forgotten that there are things outside his knowledge, even though we see that he loves tales of dragons, he believes they’re nothing more than fairy tales, the lore of a time past. So he dismisses any concern about the Wall and the Watch, while completely ignoring the obvious fact that they both exist for a reason. A huge fucking magical ice wall exists, and all the stories say it exists for a reason, but Tyrion believes he is the smartest man in the room, so he ignores and mocks the concerns of a man who is in charge of said magical Wall.

It’s going to become a huge part of the books, this running motif of people ignoring those of more experience, more knowledge, of not being able to see the real danger because it simply does not fit into their worldview. It’s here we can really start to see the benefit of the POV structure as well. We see what the characters don’t. We know what happened to Waymar Royce. We have seen the Others already. GRRM is showing us, right away, how foolish it is to believe that you have all the pieces, when you can only see what is directly in front of you.

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oh moon. ur writing bop after bop. my only wish is to fix ur sleeping schedule (as i don’t write it at 2 am before my work).

“although Will wasn’t sure why, with a lack of an attempt to call or write or remind him that he actually cares about Will in any facet” it’s actually crazy how differently ur looking at this situation after reading mike’s pov. like, will, honey. u didn’t reach out too…

“Will just misses him like home” well sad version of the phrase “home is there the heart is” is valid too 😭

oh and the sky!! “gray sky” when he’s lonely, “gray-red sky” when hes torturing himself about loving mike, “The sun glimpses through cloudy skies” when ice started to melt, “grayish-blue” when they went back to normal but before coming out

“Will knows it’ll never be like before” the way he’s right and wrong at the same time.

“We should all have one person that knows our favorite song” and u decided to become wills person yeah?

“he hear when Mike lets out the smallest of sighs, fleeting when he lands on the ground” he signs like an old person when he’s going any physical activity 😭 grandpa in a young boy body

“You don’t have anything to apologize for” i love when ur doing this

“It makes Will’s mouth run dry” as california summer. fake but never forgotten

““You’re crazy,” [...] He surely drives Will crazy.” yeah cause they’re crazy together

“There’s – there’ll never be a girl.” coming out scenes always make me shrink like im looking for something bad to happen. even though i know it’s impossible. i can’t imagine how hard it’s write one

“if – if you did, that’d be – I’m just” i love when mike is aware of his feelings and finding out that will is gay but still hesitating cause that will is gay doesn’t mean he likes mike.

“Now, I know you better than anyone” hes so 😭😭 i swear if he could put will in his pocket and don’t let anyone interact with him he’d do it

“to brush Will’s hair away from his forehead” im obsessed with this trop

“He’s going to overthink it for the rest of his life, he knows” a lot of others kisses are coming my boy </3

“He can feel Mike’s eyes on him.” and then whole “will-they-won’t-they” thing will start.

also i loove the playlist u made :) “lost in japan” is like… my favorite shawn song Ever 😭😭 and there’s a song “concentrate” which is “hitchhiker” twin But i love “hitchhiker” more so it’s crazy that u chose it 😭😭

ur music taste is soft and sweet like cotton candy. i feel like mine is more like confetti cause i listen to more pop. does it make sense? (it doesn’t mean i don’t like it. it’s just different and that’s cool cause im struggling to find music outside my comfort zone)

anyway. love ur fic and ur playlist. ty for them <3

i feel like we should support u at every given opportunity

my sleep schedule has been in Shambles since i was nine ! so ! at least u get some fics out of my terrible insomnia :D

u know they have some of the worst miscommunication problems ihave Ever seen . i need to trap them together in a room for three hours with a sleeve of ritz crackers

oh my god im so happy u noticed the whole sky motif !!!!!!! it makes me so excited whenever someone notices something like that especially when its probably something u skim over alya Love of my life

mike immediately going over will and filing away every song hes ever listened to is so real to me .

ok YES he sighs like an old man when he does anything . BUT SO DO I 😭😭😭 LET ME LIVE

the bedroom scene where mike looks So offended when will is like I Deserved It :/ lives rent free in my mind . i need to implement it whereveer i can

"as california summer. fake but never forgotten" HEELEPJHP

CRAZY TOGETHER !!!!! CRAZY TOGETHEERRRRRR

coming out scenes intimidate me so so much oh my god ive never even . come out to anyone i just imply things and let people figure it out on their own and watching coming out scenes make me sweat like a sinner in church but . writing them is so hard for me !!!!!!! im trying to write one with jonwill and it is so so so slow and difficult oh my god

so true !!!!!!! mike the gentleman that u are .

he would he rly would !!! number #1 will byers fan Mike Wheeler he just like me fr

omg "lost in japan" is one of my favorite songs of his too and i was like . this is So alya and im so glad u liked it yayayy !!!!!! also what a coincidence i chose the twin u liked better !!!! our brains are Connected for real

urs is definitely like confetti omg what a perfect way of describing it ! urs is like bubbly soda and mine is like . a milkshake . does this make sense . urs so fun and hype and i lovee the songs u showed me !

thank u so much for liking both things alya :D u mean the world 2 me !