#since hes a servant who is post death

[bet-on-me-13]

Reincarnation AU but it's not Danny

So! In basically every single Reincarnation AU I've seen, it's always Danny who gets reincarnated as a DC character. Sometimes it's Jazz, other times it's his Friends, but it never really strays from them. And I think we've been ignoring some people...

The Ancients! Danny is always reincarnated as a "Vacation" from his Ghost King Duties, so why not give the same courtesy to the other Ancients?

Specifically, Fright Knight.

Fright Knight has been a loyal servant and Knight of his Master for Millenia. Ever since he first formed as the Autumn Spirit, the Embodiment of Fear, the Fright Knight, he had declared his Servitude to the Ghost King, whomever it may be at the time. And he stayed in that position, through the passing of the Crown, through the Violent Coups, through every single Ghost King who had taken to the mantle. He was their Loyal Knight. Never Wavering. Never leaving their side.

Until Pariah Dark, but that situation was different. No previous King had even tried to take the human world before.

Thankfully, Pariah had only taken the Throne for a mere 5000 years, so he had not had to put up with him for long, and much of that time was with him stuck in his Coffin. That was the first time Fright Knight had ever left his Masters Side.

Then, that insolent Halfa he had met before came into the picture and Fright Knight had a new master.

King Phantom was...different.

Perhaps it was his remaining Humanity poking through? Or was it was the influence of the Human Realm that he still regularly visited? Or maybe he was simply just a Good Person, and there was no deeper meaning behind it?

Either way, Fright Knight noticed that he cared for his subjects in a far deeper manner than any previous king had. He had personal connections with as many Ghosts as he could, and often called the Ghosts he ruled his, Friends. It warmed his Long Frozen Core to see a King valuing his Subjects as much as he did.

He did not realize that the kindness Phantom extended to his people, also extended to himself.

One day, Phantom had been discussing his Human Life with some of his friends. Not his First Life, but his most recent Vacation. Over the Eons since he had taken the Throne, Phantom had been encouraged to take a Vacation every once in a while. It was not healthy for a Ghost to work non-stop like he did, especially for a Halfa.

It was not an uncommon practice in the Realms, many would take a break from the Endlessness of Death to embrace Life once more through Reincarnation. Although, many were too weak to retain their memories upon their second Forming. Mostly, it was Ancients or Kings who would use this as a Vacation, rather than a New Beginning.

There came a break in the conversation, and King Phantom turned his attention to his Knight. "Frighty, when was the last time you Reincarnated? Pandora did so recently, and it got me thinking."

"I have not taken leave of my post for thr Eons since my Forming, My Lord" Replied the Knight with Pride.

"What? You haven't taken a Break since you formed!? Frighty! That's not Healthy!" Exclaimed his King.

This lead to a whole conversation about how unhealthy his lifestyle was, which was another quirk of his Master. He cared for his Sunjects beyond their happiness.

"Fright Knight, as your King and as your Friend, I implore you to take a Vacation. It doesn't have to be forever, just a simple Human Lifespan, but please take a break, for your own Good."

And how could he refuse a request like that? One based in the kindness that his Majesty always showed his Subjects.

It took a few more years to finally iron out the plan for his Vacation, but what are a few years in the face of Eternity?

Finally, it came time to take his leave to the Mortal Realm, and to Life itself.

"Farewell, my Leige." Bowed Fright Knight, "I thank you for this opportunity."

"There's no need to thank me. Now go, and have fun, My Dark Knight."

...

That day, in Gotham General Hospital, a baby was born.

"What will you name him?" Asked the Doctor.

"I think I'll call him..." Began the need Mother, "...Bruce. Bruce Wayne."

[cartoonist-in-theory]

You’re walking down a long quiet road. It’s winter, snow covers the ground, the sky fades gray. All around you are trees that have long since dropped their leaves, cold and dead, waiting for spring. You stop beneath one, eye caught by a striking sight. Amid the bare branches you see a round bundle of stunning green leaves. Hanging down above you are dozens of beautiful little pearly white berries. The fruit tempts you, but you don’t dare touch. Instead you simply admire them. Life among the dead of winter. Mistletoe.

@slocotion Hi, here is my design for slocotion's patreon dyo doll contest. Her name is Haustoria of the Pale. I was very excited to put this together once it struck me. I thought of all my favorite fruits I could have used but then inspiration hit me as I was considering less common fruits and fungi. Mistletoe is used medicinally by some but the entire plant, including its cute white berries, is toxic. Since this is a longer post, I’ll include more notes on my design under a cut but to point out the most important thing, I’ve combined the nature of the toxic berries with some historical+mythological inspiration that I think echoes it nicely.

In Norse mythology, a well known story is that of the death of Baldr. Baldr was the most loved god of the Aesir, so when a vision of his death reached his parents Odin and Frigga, they did all they could to protect him. Frigga sent her servants all over the world to make every creature and thing vow to never harm a hair on Baldr’s head. All but mistletoe promised, too insignificant or too young to make the vow. After it was done, Bladr seemed invincible. Since nothing was willing to hurt him, the gods would sometimes gather around and throw things at him, watching everything bounce off without injuring him. Loki, jealous of the love and affection that was always paid to Baldr, came up with a plan to get rid of him. He had an arrow made of mistletoe and brought it to Baldr’s blind brother Hodr. He gave it to him to throw at Baldr as all the gods pelted him with objects and weapons. Hodr threw the arrow and, since mistletoe had never promised not to harm him, it pierced his chest, killing him instantly... And so Baldr was delivered to the depths of the land of the dead, looked over by Hel.

specific design notes under the cut thank you for looking!

Mistletoe is a very interesting plant to me. It’s not a tree or vine or bush, but instead its an evergreen parasite. The sticky seeds attach themselves to the branches and grow into it with a haustorium, which is a structure that lets them sap nutrients from the host plant. Haustoria’s name is a reference to this structure. “of the Pale” is a reference to not only the color of the berries but the pale gray and white landscape of winter.

Mistletoe berries are heavily toxic but also exist in winter, when other plants may be barren and “dead.” Because of that and their parasitic nature I see them as a sweet little balance of life and death. In addition to that, I use the split colors of the face/mask of Haustoria to reference the goddess of the land of the dead, Hel, who is described as having a body that is half black as death, split down the middle.

The structure of the outfit is inspired by Scandinavian and specifically Norwegian folk dresses, since I’m borrowing old Norse history for more inspiration, it seemed fitting. I also felt the style would be good to accompany the botanical and berry designs attractively.

The twin peaked hood is to further split the design down the middle, with little charms to show life and death.

I included white beads all over the outfit to represent the mistletoe berries themselves so they could stand out.

The dark side of her face is adorned with thorns and has three mournful black tears leaking down from her eye, as well as a hollow half of the center heart.

The light side is blushed and lively with shiny eyes, leaves shaped like the mistletoe leaves, red petals like the mistletoe blooms, three white dots to be the mistletoe fruit, and the center heart is full.

Her cape is white on the inside to represent the white of the berries and also the white of snow.

To cap it off, I do believe mistletoe is fitting for a plague doctor as they are still used medicinally to this day. :)

Thank you for reading everything and looking at my design! I’m very proud of her and I hope she doesn’t stretch the theme. And definitely more than anything else I hope you enjoy looking at her!

[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

7 brothers. 7 new kings. 7 new thrones. 7 love stories.

note. im a bit early to do this, but we’re getting closer to 1.5k followers so i decided to drop it! i cant believe i am able to reach this amount of followers honestly! this is a special series to show you how thankful i am. i wouldn’t be here without y’all.

THE seven brothers of hybe’s kingdom will be getting each a new throne and kingdom of their own to rule, and each one gets a love story of his own too.

GENREs will be included in each member’s story and so are the WARNINGS and WORD-COUNTS.

TAG-LIST ; i’ll consider this tag-list to all members, send me an ask or comment on this post if you’d like to join.

PERM TAG-LIST ; @sungwhoonz , @ohdudehesflirting

lee heeseung x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , commoner and a royal , fluff , angst ! warnings: loads of curse words.

you always knew your short temper will be a disadvantage, but you never thought that moment will happen when it came to a royal blood.

“watch where you’re going!” you yelled at the person who just bumped into you, “my apologies madam, perhaps i can offer you some sweet cookies as an apology?” he smiled.

you laughed at the nickname and the cute offer, “people don’t offer here cookies just because they want to apologize, are you new in town?”

he then shook his head, “you keep your things to yourself if you don’t want people to keep asking you for favors”

you ran before the person could even reply, “didn’t she realize who is she talking to?”

STATUS posted!

park jay x fem!reader genre: arranged marriage , one sided love at first , angst , fluff ! warnings: curse words , mentions of food (nothing serious, just dinner breakfast and all) , uhh dunno if it’s really a warning but just a rude behavior.

it’s been a few months since your huge wedding held in the castle, “i’ve married to you only because of the fact that i need to marry off to someone to get the throne” your newly husband groaned.

he’s been telling you the same sentence each time you remind him that you’re actually a married couple.

you’ve been taking care of him when he got sick, made him meals and even did most of the laundry, regardless of the fact that you have tons of servants.

jay has been ignoring you all day and all night ever since you first met, even ordered that you must have separated rooms.

but all it took for him to understand that he so longed for you, is to see you walk away. now, he’s determined to bring you back and love you all over again.

STATUS posted!

sim jake x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , fake relationship , he fell first but she fell harder , runaway royals , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of pregnancy(nothing serious i promise trust me) , mentions of food (not specifically, just meals).

your beauty is beyond compare, and you know that. your parents knows that too. which is why they’ve been forcing you to go on dates with filthy princes who wants nothing but to use you and your beauty as a trophy.

you hate that, being treated as an object in the eyes of other people. so you ran away. where? you didn’t know, but you packed your bag and left the house in the late late hours.

what you didn’t expect however, was to get caught by another runaway prince.

“who are you?” you suspiciously asked. “i’m sorry madam, let me introduce myself, i’m sim jake, hybe’s-“

“hybe’s prince” you gasped, “and you are?” he shrugged off the fact that you just cut him in the middle of the sentence.

“i’m l/n y/n—“ “the runaway princess?”

STATUS posted!

park sunghoon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to enemies to lovers , one sided love somewhere into the story , heavy angst , fluff ! warnings: character’s death (not a main character) , curse words.

sunghoon has everything, wealth, power, a throne. but none of these matters when he can’t have you by his side.

“i hate you, park sunghoon” you spit out, nothing but hate is in your fierce glance at him. he just chuckled, “you don’t mean that”

“oh i do,” you nodded, “and i’m only doing it because i promised her it’ll happen”

“looking back at that promise, i realize why you used to believe that promises are stupid” you added.

“i’m sorry” he apologized, “sorry isn’t going to change anything, is it?”

STATUS posted!

kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none atm.

the ballroom was full with young royals who are there the celebrate ni-ki’s birthday, the youngest out of the seven brothers.

it was a NO ADULTS party and therefore, the king and the queen ( aka the parents ) tried to describe him who is he going to marry. it was a pretty obvious force marriage.

“you’ll know it when you see her, she’s awfully pretty” they said.

“i’m l/n y/n” you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, “you look awfully pretty, y/n”

“oh! her name is minju!” right after the party, the queen and the king reminded sunoo that the girl he’s off to marry is named minju.

STATUS posted!

yang jungwon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers , promised to marry , fluff , angst ! warnings: none atm.

you’ve known jungwon ever since you can remember. his castle is considered your second home and your castle is considered his second home.

you were pretty confident in your friendship, until you became teenagers and things started to fade away between you two.

he knows you’re promised to him, so why was he so unconfident about it when he saw you talking to other princes?

and you know he’s promised to you, so why do you feel like crying when he’s being introduced to other princesses as well?

STATUS coming soon!!

nishimura riki x fem!reader genre: troublemakers falling in love , strangers to lovers , dumb and dumber relationship , fluff , angst ! warnings: none atm.

you were some kind of the black sheep in your family, always breaking rules and doing what you’re clearly not supposed to do. you love your freedom.

you heard about a prince who’s just exactly as you are, and you’re more than eager to meet him.

“are you…?” in one of your usual sneak outs, you bumped into a familiar face, “am i…?” he mocked.

“never mind” you shrugged, “i thought you were nishimura riki”

“i thought you’re l/n y/n” he chuckled, it was too dark for the both of you to see each other. “so who are you?” you asked, “nishimura riki, you?”

“l/n y/n”

STATUS coming soon!!

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[lyomeii]

motherly figure

-> warnings: yandere theme, platonic relationship, death threats, spoilers

->request by anon! May I get platonic yandere Callisto with a mother figure reader? Like hcs of him as a child with a mother figure who took care of him, also some with him aged up (the age difference is like 7 years)

->a/n: loved writing this one :) and sorry for not posting soon, got into a small discussion with my family, but that’s okay and we are doing great now. hope you enjoy this one!

-> daughter of two servants of the royal palace, you knew the previous empress during her pregnancy, not because your mother or dad were closer to her, but you were quite a curious kid without much thing to do in your free time.

-> the empress knew that and not reluctantly or thinking twice, she grown quite closer to you, talking with you and teaching you how to write and read, something that you never told anyone not even your parents.

-> lovely the time you spend with the empress and when her baby was born, you were happy to see the boy whose appearance charmed you easily. golden hair and eyes that remember you of rubies, such unique looks that make you wonder if someone like him truly exist.

-> when the empress died and the emperor got married to a new one then another child came into the family, you began taking care of callisto on your own after you asked to become his personal maid, regardless of what your parents told you, you still at his side whatever happen in the future.

-> the little boy is grateful for having someone like you in his life, he hears stories from his biological mother from you and often stare at you with such admiration, you remind him of an angel, a guardian that protect him from the many dangerous he gets into.

-> raising callisto with the empress trying to kill him isn’t easy, but you managed to keep his innocent intact and made him thinking that his stepmother is just a different woman from his biological mother and prefer to be by herself with her son. He believed in that until the that hunter competition.

-> the murder attempt on him and seeing the faces of the people who he trusted are what make him realize how dark this world is. callisto can’t and will not trust anyone, yet you are the only exception.

-> you raised him, took care of him, cleaned his wounds and placed him bed when he couldn’t walk due to fear while reading stories to calm him down, just a mother does to her son. He even calls you that way when you are both alone, much to your dismay and to his happiness.

-> that little boy grow up to idolize you as his mother, someone who always cared about him since the beginning and will be there to protect him until the day he become the one to stand in the front as your guardian.

-> others aren’t dumb either, many knows how the crown prince is closer to you and are afraid to even standing in the same room with you, fearing for what might happen to them if they ever came closer to you.

-> lovely to say that none dares to attack you, not even the empress and her son, as much they desire to you gone, they know the consequences if they do that.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

[coolshadowtwins]

SVSSS System Reveal Fic round up!

If you know one that hasn’t been recc’ed, then please put it in the comments/tags! I’ll add it to the post!

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk into the Bamboo House by VeryCharismaticDragon

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate.

Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years…

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

What is Seen by CaveteDracones

…is not [always] the real truth.

Truth-compelling artifacts in the hands of an enemy to one side, SYSTEM-mandated silence on the other, and Shen Qingqiu caught between the two. Is it too late to go back to the Water Prison? (NOTE: This one was recommended three times, and I have personally reread it multiple times. It’s one of my favorites and I really do want to read more fics in a similar vein lol)

open my lungs to let you in by ghostybreads

Shen Qingqiu had a secret. So, naturally, it was only a matter of time before he was hit by a truth serum wife plot.

//

“How are you?”

“Horny. Kind of want Binghe to rail me, I guess. But it’s manageable.”

Liu Qingge’s hand on his forehead froze, and he was close enough that Shen Qingqiu could hear his breathing stop. He stared back expressionlessly, the mortification distantly crawling up the back of his neck. Honest One-Horned–

The frustrated scream that he usually vented in his head, came out straight from mouth.

“aaAAAAAHHHH GODDAMNIT AIRPLANE–”

Futility in Practice by TGP

When Luo Binghe is fourteen years old, his shizun suffers a terrible qi deviation and fever that completely changes who he is.

and judgment is just like a cup that we share by Kieron_ODuibhir

The blob finished rotating into place in a way that wasn’t quite compatible with geometry as Shen Qingqiu understood it, and cleared a throat it didn’t seem to have.

“Greetings,” it said, somehow clearly addressing him in particular more than the room as a whole despite its total lack of features other than blueness and translucency. “I’m here on behalf of the Hyper-Celestial Peace and Order Enforcement Bureau. Crime scene secure, proceeding to interviews. Beginning with Subject One: You are Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, also known as Peerless Cucumber?”

First, do no harm by Terias

Shen Qingqiu has been acting especially erratic since awakening from his three day coma after a severe qi deviation.

Mu Qingfang investigates and discovers a great many things about his new shixiong. (NOTE: This one has Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu as the same soul, technically, but it still works I think!)

Show The Screenshots by A_Non_ymousWriter

When a rogue foreign System sends out a subtle virus, some outsiders are shown chat messages between a certain two transmigrators and their Systems.

AirplaneBro: nah dude shen jiu would never lay a hand on his female disciples like that, hes gay

Liu Qingge tripped on thin air while Mu Qingfang choked on his tea as Shang Qinghua (their god? creator??) casually shattered their view of their original Shen Qingiu. The fake Shen Qingqiu at least, was sharing their shock.

CucumberBro: EXCUSE ME WHAT??

CucumberBro: The fuck he is?!?! He literally GOES TO BROTHELS! LIU QINGGE FOUND HIM IN BED WITH A WOMAN THAT ONE TIME?

AirplaneBro: aight bro buckle the fuck up cuz imma take u on a joyride all about shen jiu >:)

—————-

Binghes#1Fan: I don't want to send Binghe into the Abyss...

System 2: User must comply, if User cannot do the task User will be punished and the account will be terminated.

Mobeis #1Fan: sorry bro unless ur okay w being ded af u gotta push binghe into the abyss

Ning Yingying's fists clenched. Okay, so trying to get Yuan-ge and A-Luo together would be harder than she thought.

[ghcstao3]

possibly niche AU time with something inspired by the game strange horticulture!!!

so. horticulturist!soap who has been running a small shop on the outskirts of a small, dreary town named undermere for years, since having inherited it from his grandmother—though, he’s really been there all his life, having taken great interest in the plants that his grandmother had kept. he’ll sometimes venture out in search of new fungi, herbs, flowers, because he has an insatiable need to learn, but ultimately he feels most comfortable in the small shop.

obviously, because he gathers new plants that he’s never seen before, soap must rely on research in order to properly identify everything and be certain of their uses and precautions to take. he couldn’t really say when it started, but a quiet, mysterious librarian who goes by the name ghost has always helped him with this. will even point him in the direction of certain growths, or very occasionally provide samples he might’ve collected on his journey to undermere, the rare times he actually visits and helps soap in person. and any information soap requests, ghost will do his best to track it down.

it’s a routine soap enjoys. and while ghost’s visits are few and far between, he cherishes every letter, every page, every book and every sample he receives in the post. soap thinks that maybe one day, he might even confess his feelings to ghost.

then somehow, some way, they’re both dragged into the world of the occult, getting mixed up in murder investigations, rituals, and the summoning of a powerful, immortal creature known as the servant. now, forced together more than ever before, ghost and soap have to rely on one another’s knowledge, they can trust no one but each other, in order to navigate these supernatural events and make sure everyone comes out alive at the other end of everything.

banishing a creature from hell would certainly be no easy task. especially not with the death and devastation it brings wherever it goes.

especially not when it begins to seem like ghost is hiding something from soap.

[spacebarbarianweird]

HC of Astarion x fem Elf Tav who’s a Druid, more specifically of the Circle of The Spores subclass. She wears skirts and dresses of dark teals and blacks with gold embroidery and legs round gold glasses, always travels with herbs and roots in her pockets and pouches, and is never afraid to raise an army of the fungal infested undead for the hell of it. Basically she’s the healer who puts on a neutral front but is begging for the chance to rightfully unleash chaos and destruction

Hi! Oh, this is a nice design of a character! And I am sucker for elf!Tav because they can live for many centuries. And Spore Circle is absolutely badass. It turned out to be weird, creepy and bittersweet and I hope you like it! I also tag @tolkien-fantasy since they love Spore Druids.

Astarion x Spore Circle Druid!Tav

There is a thing about Spore Druids.

Unlike your colleagues, you don't particularly hate the undead.

If anything, your magic is about death, too.

Mold and fungi transform lifeless material into something new and weird.

Death isn't the end, it's just a new stage.

The problem with the undead is that they often wish things would stay the same and never change.

Which is unnatural.

Life is about growth and death is about transformation.

You encourage Astarion to heal and grow.

The worst thing about his past was stability and the belief nothing was going to change.

But somehow he preserved his personality and now he slowly demonstrates his ability to "live" in his undeath.

Though, you scare him a bit.

You can resurrect the dead with spores, turning them into zombies, alive and dead, hungry and terrifying.

You infect the corpses and transform them into your loyal servants.

And you can use the same spores to make your enemies blind, deaf, or paralyzed.

Astarion calls you a walking hotbed of plague.

Though, of course, he is in awe - mostly because everything you do is between life and death, which is the stage he himself is stuck in.

But your magic is beautiful.

Mushrooms growing on dead bodies.

Mold desecrating the food.

Fungi bringing life to the most desolate places.

Post-game, Astarion doubts whether to go with you, but you assure him that the Spore Circle will accept him due to his ability to change.

You study the fungi to find answers to your questions and his problems.

The spores can make him more like a living person.

They can protect him from the sun, and they can let him eat normal food.

The prospect scares Astarion - he's seen the infected corpses. It's creepy.

And what if this magic fungi takes over his mind?

You don't insist. It's his choice, after all.

And you are an elf yourself, you have plenty of time.

But the life in the shadows and hunger take a toll on Astarion.

He doesn't want to be an undead. He wants to be alive.

And if his vampirism can't be cured, why not let nature change him?

At least, if you promise his personality won't be affected.

It won't, you are sure of that.

Astarion lets you infect him with the spores.

This transformation is nothing like becoming a vampire.

It's soft, gentle, warm.

Astarion feels like dreaming, sleeping in a warm bed.

The only thing he acknowledges is your presence. You check on him all the time sometimes meditating close to his "fungi grave".

It take almost a year for spores to finish their job, reconstructing his dead flesh.

A lonely year of being alone in your bed.

When Astarion wakes up, he doesn't feel the hunger anymore.

The sun doesn't burn him and he stays in the sunlight for hours before you come to take him home.

The symbiotic fungi has restored his organs to the point where they functioned as they are supposed to.

Astarion is scared to see himself in the mirror - but when he does he sees himself.

Though, there are some changes.

There are golden spots of spores in is eyes and barely visible cobwebs on his legs and arms.

And he is warm. He is so warm.

With his newfound "life", Astarion gets some new abilities, similar to the ones you have.

He can cast spores and rise up the dead, infecting them.

He can hear the fungi songs, connecting his mind with this ancient entity.

And he can feel you.

You know each other thoughts, each other intentions, and presence.

He always knows where you are. He feels your emotions, your sorrows and happiness and you feel him the same way.

You are more than thiramins, more than lovers.

But the best gift the spores gave to Astarion is mortality.

One day, the fungi will slowly take over his body and mind, transforming the flesh once again, bringing him mor, the final death.

And if you are still alive by this moment, you will let spores take over you so you can be together in this next stage of life and death.

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[ultimateshixiongfuckertournament]

Noncanonicals Tournament FINAL

This final is between Han Ying from Word of Honor (shizun/mentor: Zhou Zishu) and Fang Duobing from Mysterious Lotus Casebook (shizun/mentor: Li Xiangyi / Li Lianhua)

Propaganda under the cut! (Warning: Propaganda may include spoilers about the characters and their media)

Han Ying:

He idolized and was mentored by Zhou Zishu to the point of recruiting other young martial artists to revive ZZS’s dying sect and willing to die live happily ever after for it.

#han ying wants to fuck zhou zishu SO BAD#han ying#shizunfucker tournament

#my sweet ying'er wants to fuck zzs so bad he's gagging for it

#HAN YING HANDS DOWN#would have licked his boots if he asked

#han ying wanted nothing more than to officially become zzs's student/part of his sect#it was literally his dying wish that his brothers in arms may get to do that#he says several times in the show to zzs's very face that he's 100% down for dying for him#he swears allegiance EXCLUSIVELY to zzs and not the prince they're all serving#he comes up with bangers like 'if there is anything you need I will lay down my life with no regret'#'if you were gone one day how could I live alone'#'a loyal servant wouldn't have two masters in his life'#he sneaks into zzs's abandoned residence and homoerotically-#-strokes the painting of a flower that symbolizes a) zzs himself b) zzs's grief for being the lone survivor of his sect#and he wanted to join siji so so badly#it was his life's dream and he died IN siji but before getting to have that 😭#listen he makes me insane#anyway they should have fucked sloppy style and zzs would have had an out of body experience if hy called him shizun#my final thesis goodbye

#it's HAN YING#you could power entire nations with the power of that yearning

#han ying saw zhou zishu and IMMEDIATELY dropped to his knees are you joking#wen kexing immediately clocked him

#ying'er my sweet prince#he wants the dick so badly

Fang Duobing:

Fang Duobing has most definitely had several fantasies of being dommed by his shifu Li Xiangyi! He is also equally invested in marrying Li Lianhua - travelling the jianghu, going on rooftop moonlit dates, incorporating looking after him forever and ever into his general future plans. This is even before he knows that Li Lianhua and Li Xiangyi are the same person. Oh there are Layers to the shizunfucking. Where's that post about being so devoted to someone that it breaks the pedestal they're put on and comes full circle to loving them for the person they are? (its here: https://www.tumblr.com/difeisheng/733133489565745152/the-core-of-fanghua-is-built-around-fang-duobings) When they finally do get to know each other 10 years later, after Li Xiangyi's identity is found out, Fang Duobing insists on being equals rather than master-and-disciple! Li lianhua is Fang Duobing’s guide in the Jianghu! He leaves his house, dog and the only records of his unique martial arts to Fang Duobing before running away!! Fang Duobing’s most important agenda is to save Li Lianhua from slow death by poison!!! He doesn't care if Li Lianhua keeps leaving him behind and lying to him and is 'at peace' with dying!! They live together. They'll never be equals. They've been equals all along. They're zhiji. They're master and disciple. they're married. They're everything.

#this man wanted to fuck his shizun under two whole ass different identities#this man was given one million choices between his shizun and his entire cushy rich boi life and did not sweat the decision even once#this man was engaged to a princess - who was COOL - and went “no thanks i’d rather follow shizun around in a fantasy china airstream’

#this cannot not be fang duobing let's be serious#polls#he's been drawing hearts around his shizun's name since age 8

#Fang Duobing going through it for what he thinks is two different people but is just one guy#so he gets my vote easy

#pls he is head employee at shizunfucker.co

[missglaskin]

An Eye for an Eye 

Note: THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE MUCH HAPPY MOMENTS/ENDING

PART 2

Reader takes Lucerys’ place. And to be exclusive, the reader is adopted but has Targaryen blood. This is my first time using plenty of dialogue in hcs. Sorry if this is terrible, I was a bit hesitant to post this 

TW: Sadistic/Dark!Aemond, Explicit: Noncon/Dubcon, hunting kink, knifeplay, forced breeding, dacryphilia, manhandling. Violence: blood, abuse, animal death, bruises/scars, choking. Kidnapping & cursing. 

If you won’t give him your eye, he'll take something far more valuable.

Your mother tightly clutched you, shielding you from Alicent's wrath. “It was an accident,” you told her more than once. The sight of Aemond holding your brother by the neck as he reached for the rock forced your hand. It didn’t matter to Alicent as she reached for Viserys’ dagger, charging at you. 

When Alicent cuts your mother’s arm, the chaos is abruptly put to an end. Alicent drops the blade and stares in horror as everyone witnesses your mother's hand dripping with blood. “Don't mourn me, mother.” Everyone's attention turns to Aemond, who is standing with one eye stitched shut. “I may have lost an eye, but I’ve gained a dragon,” he assures her, leaning against his mother's chest. 

As he says this, his safe eye catches yours, and you are met with a frightening glare. In response, you cling tighter to your mother. As Corlys leads the way to the maester, Rhaenyra extends her safe hand to yours. Looking back, Aemond's gaze has never left yours. 

Though you'd like to think you're glad to be back home, in reality, you hardly feel that way. The vibrant paintings, various dragon motifs, and statues in every nook and cranny are all gone, all life and color sucked out; in their place, you are met with the gray walls and a seven-pointed star. 

While walking with your brothers and taking in the training grounds, you felt some solace that they had remained largely the same. However, when everyone's attention turned to you, your moment of contentment was quickly over. 

A commotion draws your attention, and you push against the onlookers, standing between your brothers to watch. The silver hair immediately catches your eye, and you feel a small flutter of fear upon recognizing the figure. 

The crowd applauds when Aemond emerged victorious. You gape in awe; Aemond did grow to become quite of a formidable swordsman. “Good job, my prince” You heard Criston say, “Soon you’ll be winning tournaments in no time”. 

"I don't give a shit about tournaments”, was his response and without looking, he addressed your brothers. "Have you come to train?" He asks, facing them. Maybe he's just ignoring you; you wouldn’t blame him if he did.  

"Niece," he finally acknowledges your presence before Jace could respond, violet moon-eye glancing in your direction. You swear you saw his eye dart up and down. His smile was unsettling, and Jace held your hand as if sensing your feelings. The conversation abruptly ends when the gates are opened.

Each one stands with their respective families during the court petition. The entire time, you have a sneaking suspicion someone is watching you. When your eyes finally lock, you are unable to turn away lest you appear weak.

During supper, you’re heading to sit next to Helaena. She's such a sweet girl and, unlike her brothers, never seems to harbor resentment toward you. 

“Niece?” Your heart pounds as a smooth voice calls out to you. It's Aemond, "Come sit by me," he says, calling for a servant before you can even respond, ordering them to bring a seat right next to his.

"What are you doing?" Jace asks, face contorted with anger. "I just want to spend time with my niece," Aemond says "I haven't seen her in so many years, not since-" “Aemond” His mother warns him. Everyone has stopped doing whatever they were doing to watch the interaction, and wanting to avoid any possible conflict, you agree. 

"You don't have to do this," Jace whispers, placing his hand on your shoulder. Rhaenyra gives you a worried look, as if she's asking if you wish for her is to intervene. Reassuringly, you pat your brother's hand before settling down next to Aemond. 

The piercing gaze that he casts on you can be felt, but you choose not to meet it. Instead, you continue drinking your wine with your heart thumping the entire time. Finally, you've told yourself the truth; you’re terrified of him. And he knows.

The dinner went smoothly until the pig arrived and Aemond started making his toast. An altercation occurred with Jace punching Aemond, but he didn’t flinch, simply pushing him to the floor. Luke goes to help his brother but is pushed to the table by Aegon. Daemon intervenes, and Jace and Luke are sent to their rooms. 

As he turns to walk away, you don’t miss the quick glance Aemond gives you. As Aegon is compelled to leave as well, you glare at him, and the prince returns your glare with a mocking smile. Your mother reaches for your hand. "Go to bed, my sweet girl. Pay those boys no mind." You nod as she gives you a reassuring squeeze.

As you leave king's landing, you feel quite glad. As you're about to head out to Dragonstone, you look up the bretèche with an eerie feeling. Luke follows your gaze and finds nothing. "Let's go", he tugs your hand. 

Rhaenys returns with news shortly after you settled back in Dragonstone. Viserys, the king, your grandfather is dead, and Aegon has usurped the throne. You were one of the first to know of this, being there when your mother was informed. 

During the council, your brother intervenes when your mother mentions sending ravens to allies. “Send us,” and your mother reluctantly agrees. You volunteer, "I'll go to Storm's End,” and judging from the surprise on her face, it seems she hasn’t even considered you a part of her plan.

Your mother’s protectiveness over you was well known, and you deliberately chose Storm's end, as it was the nearest and safest. Luke will go to the Vale, and Jace to Winterfell. Your mother made the three of you swear to go as messengers, not warriors. 

Before you can follow your brothers, your mother stops you; seeming to notice your worry. She assures you, "Borris is a proud man; he'll be honored to have a princess as his guest, and you'll be most welcomed". She kissed the top of your head as soon as it was your turn to go.

Riding on your dragon, Dame, you already had trouble; storm's end was near, but the weather made the journey challenging. If the storm is any indication, the weather won't get any better, and you were hoping Borris would offer you a room to stay in. Your mother won't certainly mind if you arrive a little later than you should. 

The guards didn't appear in the slightest surprised by your arrival. As you land your feet on the ground, a roar that absolutely shakes you to your core can be heard. Upon turning, Vhagar was there and her sheer size made her seem bigger than the castle itself. The presence of Vhagar meant the presence of Aemond.

You were tempted to turn around and head back, but what would your mother and everyone else say? If Jace and Luke had been here, they would have carried on and done as they were instructed. Heading back means spending the rest of your life being called a coward; a sheep. So you went in, the doors opened by the guards, and there you were, met with Lord Borris seated in his chair. 

When your eyes shifted to the side, you held your breath. A young lady, who you presumed to be Borris’s daughter, standing next to Aemond. If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it as he turns to face you. He might have thought your mother would’ve sent one of your brothers instead. 

He gives a half-smirk as the guards inform Lord Borris of your titles. Aemond notices your natural inclination to reach for your sword and raises his brow, seemingly daring you to do so. But you don't, reluctantly putting your hands to the side.

Your eyes move away from him upon greeting Lord Borris, handing him the letter from your mother. When Lord Borris summons the maester, the latter takes his time. Your eyes returned to Aemond, who his hands behind his back, still having the same amused expression. 

The measter whispers to Lord Borris. “Remind me of my father’s oath?” The loudness of Borris’s voice causes you to flinch. He claims that the king at least came with an offer. What offer does yours bring? Your eyes nervously cast a quick glance at the three young ladies standing in line next to their father. It wasn't like you could offer yourself.

“My brothers aren’t free to marry, my lord,” and at that moment, he orders you to leave. That he’s not some dog for the queen."I’ll give your answer to the queen, Lord Borris," you sternly address the lord, taking care to say it with disdain. 

When you turn to leave, the guards move to make a path for you. “Wait," you hear the voice that you’re all too familiar with. For a short second, you stand there, almost weighing your options. Still, you turn to the prince, mentally telling yourself to be brave. He can see your fear. They all can. 

The lady who was standing close to him gives you an unknowing look as she walks away. He chastises, "Did you really believe I'd let you fly away trying to steal my brother's throne without cost." For the time being, you are unsure of where the courage came from as you moved a few steps forward.

 "My mother's throne," you correct him, narrowing your eyes at him with such contempt, "that was taken away by your drunken, perverted brother." The sight of his jaw clenching gives you a small sense of satisfaction, but you are also slightly sickened by your overwhelming fear. 

In an almost preemptive manner, he holds himself straight. You take it as something else, "I'm not here to fight you, I came here as a messenger." He chuckles and says, "A fight would be a little challenge," almost as if the idea of you fighting him was just comical. 

You’re startled when his hand reaches for the eyepatch and pulls it off, exposing a blue sapphire in the place where his eye once was. "No, I want you to put your eye.” 

As soon as he says "as a payment of mine." you take a step backward and look at Borris in fear, but he says nothing. He does nothing. Despite the shared concern, nobody in the hallway moves. 

He reaches under his surcoat and pulls out a blade, saying, "An eye will do," before hurling it at your feet. "Don't you think it's a privilege? "I'm giving you a choice, one that I wasn't given." His tone almost makes you wince. You were reminded of his mother's words years ago, and you wondered what the likelihood was that he would give your eye to her.

You swallowed, working up the courage to say "no" as you looked down at the blade. It didn't come across as you had hoped it would; instead, it came off as much more hesitant and demure. 

He screams for you to give him your eye, and all the resentment he has been suppressing all these years comes to the surface. 'Not in my hall!' Borris screams, finally stepping in, but why did it take so long? 

The guards direct you outside, and you run to Dame. When you look up and see Vhagar gone, your heart sinks. You can feel yourself on the verge of a breakdown, and Dame can sense your panic. She nudges you with her head and you rest your forehead against hers. Trying to calm her, but trying to calm yourself more.

With the wind and rain blowing in your face, you hardly see anything as you ride through the storm. More than anything, you are terrified that you can't seem to find Aemond. 

Looking up, you assumed your heart would drop the moment you see a figure three times the size of Dame. As he circles Vhagar around you, his laughter and taunts can be heard. Several times the dragon has opened its jaws, and if Dame hadn't been so quick, you would have been dragon’s food a while ago. Sometimes you also have to dodge the prince’s arm reaching out to you. 

You make an effort to remain calm. Dame can sense your panic and it will only serve to divert her. Through the confined passageways of the sea cliffs, you briefly managed to escape Vhagar's grasp. However, there was a too-large gap and Vhagar suddenly appeared. Dame backed away, trying to protect you and herself, causing her to slam her side against a cliff's edge.

As Dame screeches in pain, you nearly fell over, holding on so tightly that your palms were burning. As Dame slowly descends, you can feel her wings fluttering as she tries to force her way upward. You are no longer guiding her at this point while she makes her way to a small island. The moment she’s near the ground, she collapses. It caused you to stumble and land on the ground next to her, feeling a sharp pain in your hip.

You feel lightheaded as you reach for the side of your head and see blood on your fingers. The rain is still there, but not as intensely as it was before. Dame is hurt; badly. Seeming to have sacrificed all of her remaining strength to get you both to safety.

But after hearing Vhagar’s roar, was it truly safe? You feel the ground tremble where Vhagar lands and Dame tries to move in and shield you but is too worn out to do so. The prince getting off his dragon should have made you fearful, but Dame's state filled you with fury instead. 

"I ought to have taken your other eye!" You screamed across. It seemed the sword had been lost in flight, but you still had your dagger, removing it from its sheath, and lunging at the prince. But he grabs you by the wrist with little to no struggle. Your other hand tries to move, but Aemond is much quicker. 

In a desperate attempt, you raise your foot to kick him in the knee; it causes him to falter briefly, but it also makes you stumble back down, wincing from the pain in your ribs. 

As soon as he regains his composure, you’re struck across the face with the back of his hand. You start to lose your balance, your ribs aching more and more as you try to breathe and your mouth has a strong taste of copper.

In your almost blurry vision, you can make out the dagger that was dropped when the prince struck you. Trying to reach for it, only to scream in anguish when Aemond slams his boot on your hand; your knuckles aching. 

Your shriek causes Dame to make a faint noise. Still, she’s unable to move. With your hand still under his sole, Aemond reaches down- taking your dagger in hand.

All of a sudden, you are on your back. Gasping when you feel a strong weight on your stomach. As you struggle to open your mouth to breathe, you are on the verge of screaming in agony, but the pain is so intense that you can only emit low shrieks of pain.

For a brief moment, you’ve come to your senses. And there you felt. You see it. A dagger inches away from your eye; your left eye. Out of instinct, you closed them. Wincing when feeling the tip touch the surface of your eyelid.

You cry out, "You-" trying to get the words out, "said it was a fair trade." Then a hand reaches for your throat. Struggling to breathe, desperately clawing at the hand, incoherent noises slipping from your lips.

"A fair trade?" He tightens the squeeze, baring his teeth as his face nears yours. "You made me a fucking cripple," he spits out. The panic on your face remains as your attempts to claw at his hand weakens.

Then he releases his grip, and you can finally gasp for air. Still, the dull rip-piercing pain persists. As you try to breathe properly, you can hear him speaking to you, but they sound so faint that they almost sound like murmurs.

You overhead him utter the word ‘whore’. He called your mother a whore. Your guilt weighs you down as you say nothing to defend her honor. As you do nothing as he continues to throw insults at your mother. It was you she loved the most, he said, her only girl.

His hand reaches for your face, catching a glimpse of your attention. Instinctively, you try to shrink away, but his weight keeps you down. Your hair stood on end when feeling his gentle touch, tracing his finger from the edge of your mouth to the eye he had just threatened to gouge out. Finally, he speaks, “I won’t take your eye, but something far more valuable.”

Gazing at him with confusion and dread; pondering his implications. At the realization, a bullet of panic rises in your throat. The smirk on his face, the way his gaze slides down your body, and most of all, the glow of lust in his eye.

No, no, no; you kept telling him, pleading with him. He moves away, his weight leaving you. Then you're pushed to your stomach. His hand is holding the back of your head. No, you persisted. He wouldn't. You prayed he wouldn't. 

The rain eventually stops as the storm begins to dissipate with the rising sun. One may think it was a wonderful sight, a beautiful day oblivious to the horror that’ll occur. 

Your voice cracks, pleading with the one-eyed prince. Tears and snot spilling down your face. Still, the prince tugs at your trousers, chuckling at the hearing of your pleas. "Virtue is all a lady possesses,” your septa said. 

Gods, how could you ever face your mother and brothers after this. Would anyone believe you. He will ruin you, and what madman would want you after this. What disgrace will you bring to your house, to your family, to your legacy.  

Your cries have grown more frantic. In the distance, you can faintly hear a low growl; Dame. Aemond scoffs when you try to call out to her. He tilts your head farther to the ground, turning to look at your dragon, laughing at her helplessness. 

By the time your trousers are fully down, exposing your lower body to the prince. His gloved hands caress your thighs, and you move them in response, causing him to grab hold of them. With his other hand, Aemond bites the glove off. 

His bare fingers touch your cunt, sliding his fingers through your folds. His other hand, gloved, grabs your hip roughly, holding it in place. He chuckles when feeling your wetness. Humiliated, this time it's you lowering your head to the ground. Recoiling at the taste of dirt on your tongue.

Gasping in surprise when he pushes two fingers inside of you. You don’t want this. You kept reminding yourself. But your body betrays you as pleasure overtakes you, hating how your body nudges itself back, sinking further into his touch. Even as the ecstasy floods your entire body, the pain from his hold on your hip still pierces you. 

Your gaze lands on Dame. She has been groaning and growling the entire time, but you've seen that for a while. She hasn't made a sound. Her stomach was no longer lurching up and down, and her eyes closed. Your sobs intensified when you realize her current state. Behind you, Aemond seems unconcerned, not even giving her a glance as he carelessly takes off his trousers.

You're turned on your back, facing the prince now. Once more, you plead with him. Trying to push against his chest as he clamps your hips down and layers his body on top of you. But your efforts are feeble. You understand it's too late now.

And then it happens. Exhaling painfully on instinct. His hard cock slides into you and you resent how almost easily it eases into you. Yet there is so much pain, hushed groans, and cries slipping out. And his unforgiving pace doesn’t give you the time to adjust to him.

He buries his face into your neck. "Fuck," he curses, "you're so tight, taking me in like a whore". Then you felt him bite into your shoulder; harshly. You were certain that the bite would cause bleeding. He leaves your hips, his hands reaching underneath your back. Bruises will be found later on. If you survive in the first place.

His hips meet yours, almost in an apparent attempt to bury his cock as deep inside of you as he can. As much as you try to resist him, your walls still tighten around him and he groans in return. “You take after your whore mother, don’t you," you say nothing, only tightening your fists.

Then, as his hair feathered your face and his lips inches away from yours, he removes his eye patch. You quickly turn your head to the side, refusing to stare, only to quickly come to regret it as you see Dame's freshly corpse.

A hand grasps your neck, forcing you to look at him, to look at the sapphire. And your gaze must remain fixed on him as he feels himself move deeper with each stroke. He's reminding you; you figure. That everything that led to this moment was caused by you and you alone. 

Hoping to maintain some part of your sanity, your mind wanders. All the while, Aemond places his palm on your stomach, gazing at your tummy bulge; how he must love how well you take him. Almost as if your body was made just for him. 

The touch of his lips brings you back to reality. His lips met yours roughly as if trying to flatten and demolish your mouth. As your mouth opens in surprise, his tongue brushes against your gritted teeth. He could test the blood in your mouth, gripping your head tightly as if he were trying to keep you from fleeing.

Against your lips in a breathy tone, he asks if you've gotten tighter. His sloppy thrusts have roused you, and your eyes are wide as you stare at him. You are aware of what he is about to do. So you try to shove him away. To take your maidenhood was one thing, but this. This was too far, even for him. 

He doesn't give a damn, and you can tell by the bites and bruises he left on every skin he can touch. He cradles you, mockingly asking what’s the matter, all while trying to maintain his ruthless pace. “You’re fond of bastards after all,” referring to your brothers, or as he likes to call them, the strong boys. 

He whispers in your ear, "It would only make sense for you to have one.” You continue to struggle and even manage to hit him, but your slap was feeble. So feeble like you. When hot cum floods your senses, filling you to the brim, tears stream down your face.

It took him a few more thrusts, and then he finally pulled away. Standing ups he puts his trousers back on. He nudges your thighs with his foot, and you instantly know what he wants. Unwilling to struggle, you open your legs, and you can see how much he enjoys the sight of his cum dripping from your cunt.

You can also see how much he enjoys the sight of your strained face and watery eyes. The way your wet hair sticks to your forehead. The way your neck and shoulders have scratches and marks all over. The way you're in pain. The way you're helpless. The way he ruined you. 

For a moment, you thought he would abandon you on the island. What a slow death that'll be. Perhaps you'll die from the infection in your wounds or from starvation. Your body might be found by a sailor, but it's more likely he'll find it when it's decomposed into bones. 

Instead, Aemond grabs your ruined trousers and forces them on you. Pulling you to your feet, but your knees start to tremble, forcing Aemond to support your side. When you see him guiding you toward Vhagar, you try to veer away, but he is far stronger. He forewarns if you do anything, Vhagar will turn you into dragon food, even if he orders her otherwise.

At king's landing, Otto and Alicent are horrified at the sight of Aemond dragging you to the council in the state that you're in.

[stiltonbasket]

Post sunshot campaign, Wei Ying leaves his ghost jie jies to babysit A-yuan while he and LWJ cleanse the battlefields of resentful spirits!

LWJ is still spooked by the ghost maidens but A-yuan is having the time of his life with them, and since WWX still trusts them more than the Lan nannies, he lets them be. One night, WWX finds LWJ taking notes from them on how to swaddle babies, make the best nutritional baby food etc and he’s melting from all sorts of emotions ;;

On a fine, clear night in the middle of Guiyue, Wei Wuxian wakes at the stroke of yin hour to find his friend's bed empty.

Lan Zhan moved into Wei Wuxian's room when he first came to Lotus Pier, determined not to waste a single moment with A-Yuan, and he was usually still awake when Wei Wuxian began preparing for bed. Once, Wei Wuxian asked his friend why he kept staying up past hai hour; and Lan Zhan had only stared at him before explaining that he could not rest until Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan were tucked away in their warded bed, asleep.

"I spent the entire war fearing that I would lose you both," he said bluntly, putting a hand on A-Yuan's little head to steady himself. "I do not think I will ever cease to fear it. It might grow easier to bear, in time—but not yet."

Afterwards, Lan Zhan even gave up his habit of rising at maoshi and started lingering in bed until Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan woke nearly three hours later; so where could he possibly be at this time of night?

Puzzled, Wei Wuxian slides out from under the covers and pads out of his bedroom, leaving A-Yuan fast asleep in his crib. It shouldn't take long to find him, he thinks, as he wanders down the lamplit corridors in search of Lan Zhan. Perhaps he went out to get a drink of water.

But instead, he finds his errant beloved—and how strange it is to think of him as such!—in the company of one of A-Yuan's ghost nannies, Meng Leilan.

Meng Leilan was the gentlest of Wei Wuxian's dead servants during the war. In life, she was the eldest daughter of a once-wealthy merchant, whose estate was seized by a rival when he reneged on his debts—and Leilan, then eighteen, was sold into marriage as a magistrate's third concubine, while her younger sister entered a flower house as a yiji.

Leilan met her death at the hands of one of the other concubines three years later, after her first child turned out to be a son—and though she remained peaceful for the first few weeks after her passing, content to linger in the shadows of the nursery where her baby slept, she was forced to bear witness to the child's murder not two months after his full-moon birthday.

It was then that Meng Leilan realized that she had been murdered as well—for she had previously believed that her death was the result of childbed fever, having died in her sleep two weeks after her baby's birth—and arose as a fierce ghost before killing her husband's second concubine in as gruesome a manner as her tortured mind could bear.

But she spared the second concubine's son, unable to do any harm to a infant even in the depths of her resentment; and after Wei Wuxian brought her into his service and told her that she might do whatever she pleased to any Wen soldier who had killed a woman or child, she settled, and asked to remain in the living world as one of A-Yuan's nannies.

But Lan Zhan cannot rest at ease in the presence of Wei Wuxian's ghostly servants, even those who had never shed blood where he could see it, so what could Lan Zhan want with Meng Leilan at this hour?

Curious, Wei Wuxian makes his way to his beloved's side.

"What are you doing here, xingan?" he teases, nudging Lan Zhan's shoulder. "If you and Leilan were going out to play, you should have invited me!"

"I did not come out to amuse myself," Lan Zhan replies, looking heart-breakingly solemn. "But Yuan'er eats solid food now, and I wanted to know which of the dishes we have at the Cloud Recesses would be best for him. You were asleep, and I was impatient—so I came out to look for Meng-guniang, though I ought to have waited until morning."

Ah, Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian laments to himself. He's been drinking my blood and eating solid food since the month after he was born. It's just that I don't feed him when you're in the room with us.

"Oh?" he says instead. "And what did Leilan tell you, then?"

Lan Zhan's fine mouth turns downward. "She said that a child born and bred in Yunmeng would fare poorly upon the fare of my clan," he says sadly. "It is fortunate that I asked her, or I might have stunted A-Yuan's growth. But now that I know better, I shall have to learn to cook."

Wei Wuxian's heart melts on the spot. "Oh, Lan Zhan..."

"But then again, I would have learned to cook for you either way," Lan Zhan tells him, rallying at once. "Yuan'er already takes hongyou in his baby food, so we might give him a milder portion of your food mixed with rice. What do you think, my heart?"

In answer, Wei Wuxian puts his arms about Lan Zhan's neck and tries not to burst into tears.

"That I can't wait for our wedding," he says thickly. "That's what I think, Lan Zhan."

At that, Lan Zhan looks so breathtakingly radiant—like a lonely white moonbeam fallen to earth and shaped into human form by the thrumming lingli in Lake Lianhua—that Wei Wuxian cannot help but kiss him, and fall back into the cradle of his arms as Lan Zhan tips Wei Wuxian's chin up and kisses him fiercely in return.

When Lan Zhan finally releases him, Wei Wuxian staggers backward, gasping—and finds himself clasped in Lan Zhan's arms all over again, for his beloved had seized him by the waist to keep him from falling over the side of the dock and into the lake below.

"Two more months," he says softly, smoothing his thumb along the line of Wei Wuxian's eye. "And then we need never be parted again."

He turns to bow to Meng Leilan, who inclines her head and vanishes in a cloud of lotus-scented vapor; and with that, they join their hands and walk back to Wei Wuxian's room.

Lan Zhan climbs into bed and falls asleep in less than half a ke, leaving Wei Wuxian to stare up at the ceiling with his fingertips pressed to his mouth in wonder—for somehow, it had not struck him that he and Lan Zhan will be married by the year's end until that very moment.

And then—

I'm going to tell him about A-Yuan, he resolves. Right after we get back from the discussion conference in Lanling. He'll love A-Yuan just the same, no matter how he came into the world—and he'll keep the truth secret for the rest of his life if I ask, even from Laoshi and Zewu-jun.

And with that, Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, and follows his beloved into slumber.

[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend: Mammon X Reader 3

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✰- Author's Note: Day 3 of getting back into writing and writing part 3 of Bloody Legend. I still have to make icons from the new episode which I'll probably do today or tomorrow since I make icons on polarr because better filter options and I make my own filters. Happy November 1st, I hope everyone had a good Halloween yesterday and that last month was kind to you. I hope that this month is kind and gentle with you. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Story Contains: Mammon, Striker, Verosika Mayday, Angst, Tad Bit Romance, Sick Reader, Mammon Trying To Be Decent/Caring, & Scheming.

✰- Posted: 11/1/2023

✰- Series Parts: Part One | Part Two

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After finishing up autographs and getting pictures with fans. It was time to go home. Now you would think that you had your own place. But you don't! You live in Mammon's palace he thought it was a good idea because he was protecting you and it was easy to reach you. Also because he didn't want anyone at your place if you had your own place. You sat in the bath soaking up and enjoying the warm water and bath salts that smelled like honey and roses. You felt tired and sore. You eyes and muscle ached. After the bath you stepped out and threw on your robe. You stepped towards the mirror and looked at your reflection; still seeing nothing. You thought about your life and that you been through to have this lifestyle. But something about this didn't feel right... You ran towards the toilet and threw up. Breathing heavily you sat down on the cold bathroom floor. You didn't feel mentally or physically well. " (Y/N)! Guess who booked you spot on Beelzebub's morning cooking show! " Mammon yelled out bursting into the bathroom. But his gleeful expression dropped when he saw you on the floor. " Why are you on the floor? " Mammon looked concerned and knelt down.

Without your makeup that decorated your face. You truly did look sick and pale. Mammon placed his hand on your forehead. Now Mammon was a greedy man, he never cared about the well-being of others. He only cared about money and himself. Others well-being didn't matter to him. But seeing how you burned up and looked sick made Mammon's heart feel like it was cracking, he felt fear and panic. " C-Come on, let's get you into bed. I'll have the servants make you something to eat and bring you some medicine can't have my star all sick and looking like they are dressing up to see death. " Mammon picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom. He laid you down in the large soft bed. " Are you cold or hot? " He asked holding up the blanket. " Both. " You said in a tired voice. Mammon nodded and decided to go with a blanket that wouldn't make you too hot or cold. " I'm going to cancelle your appearances until you feel better. I'll find another way to make money, your new gig is to rest and feel better. " Mammon sat down on the bed tucking you in. Mammon felt like this was his fault. " I'll check on you in the morning. " Mammon did the unthinkable and placed a kiss on your head before getting up and leaving the room. You could hear him yelling at the servants to make you soup and get some medicine or throw them out the window.

You were surprised that Mammon had dropped what you had to do to make him and you money. You were surprised to see this side of him and especially the kiss. You pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming but you weren't this was 100% real. You laid there in bed and looked up at the ceiling. You weren't sure how long you would be sick but you hoped that it would be for a while because you truly wanted a break. The door opened as one of the imp servants brought you soup, water, tea, and medicine. You thanked them; you turned on the TV to watch your favorite show while you took the medicine and ate the soup. Eventually you finished and had falling asleep. Mammon walked in and saw your sleeping form. He crassed your cheek and sighed. " You need to feel better soon (Y/N) not because I need you for money. Because I'm worried, I never really felt this way but I care about you. So feel better so I can stop worrying and feeling scared... I think I love you... " Mammon said, looking down at you while you sleep. He saw how peaceful and comfortable you looked. You deserved a peaceful and comfortable life, soon he had a thought... He would give you that comfortable and peaceful life, I think it's time for another clown off.

Meanwhile back at Verosika's home she had sat at her mirror doing her skin care routine while Striker talked about what happened. " Ver, I can tell that (Y/N) isn't happy working for Mammon. They aren't doing this for themselves, they are doing it for that dumbass royal and their mom. All this working and pushing themselves if going to kill them. " Striker sighed. Verosika turned around and looked at Striker. " I know, I've seen that look they had because I had that look before, also that whole diet thing isn't healthy. But what can we do to help. Mammon has gold chains on them, would (Y/N) even listen to me to us? " Verosika said with worry in her voice. Striker sat there thinking and he remembered how you had bodyguards and how he gave you his card, Striker grinned and looked at Verosika. " Hey Ver, remember how you said I should give up on the whole assassin thing. " Striker smirked. Verosika knew that smirk all to well, so she also smirked. " Yes~ " She said walking over to him. " I'm going to see if Mammon has any openings for a bodyguard for (Y/N) and I'm going to make sure he has an opening. " Striker pulled out his gun and kissed it.

That night Verosika and Striker schemed on how they would help you escape from the puppeteer strings of Mammon. They also banged so yeah. Anyway next morning Striker was able to track down your body guards and make their deaths look like accidents. While you laid in bed eating breakfast and watching a Studio Ghibli movie. Mammon busted in and looked pissed. " (Y/N)! All your fucking bodyguards are dead, I knew spending money on those muts would be a waste now I have to find a way to get you a better one. " He muttered. You set aside your tray of food. You remembered Striker. You reached into your drawer and pulled out his card and walked over handing it to Mammon. Now this was a secret between you and Mammon but this bitch wears glasses. So when you handed him the card with a snap of his fingers, his glasses appeared. " Striker? Hmm, he doesn't pay a lot and he'll kill anyone. An assassin does sound more skillful and more reliable than a hellhound. I guess I'll hire him, go back to bed and rest. " Mammon patted your head with one of his hands as the other pinched your cheek. As he left the room, you smiled. You really enjoyed your conversation with Striker so having him as a bodyguard would be nice; like Mammon said, you went back to bed to rest.

With things going as planned. Striker stood in the kitchen making himself some breakfast. Verosika was out shopping while Striker was cooking his phone rang. He pulled it out and heard Mammon's voice. It took a while but Striker finally striked a good payment with Mammon, they don't call Striker, Striker for nothing. " Don't you worry your lordship, I'll be sure no one especially those creeps lay one finger ot breathe on your precious (Y/N), once she feels better I'll be sure to show up and protect them. " Striker hung up the phone and dropped the scrambled eggs onto his plate. He leaned against the counter and text Verosika know that everything was going as planned. They hoped this plan would work.

" That imp sounds more greedy for money than me. Paying him to protect (Y/N) better be worth it. " Mammon set down the phone. As he looked at the different posters that his assistants showed for the clown off. " I like the right one, it makes me look handsome. " Mammon snatched up the right one and looked at the large light green text that said clown off. He didn't want to do this so soon or replace you. You did make him a lot of money but just like Fizzarolli, you could be replaced. But this would be for a good reason. He wanted to give you a peaceful and comfortable life. He would ask you out or even marry you. So that he could forever give you a peaceful, comfortable life, and also spoil you. Because he would buy you anything you wanted and let everyone know that you are his. It would also make a cute love story. Mammon's mascot became his partner. Mammon looked at the picture of you on his desk. " Don't you worry (Y/N), you'll still be a bloody legend~ " Mammon said looking at the picture.

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Waaaa!!! I'm going to make a tag list for this series so if you want to be in the tag list just comment down belong I'll be calling y'all in the tag list Bloody Legends or Mammon's Clowns. So if you want updates for this series just comment down below <3

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Um, hellooo! I saw you up requests and I wanted to give a try but feel free to reject this. May I ask for a reader who isekai'd in the way to protect the female lead's older brother long before roxana was born. The reader mother is a nanny(do they allow that?? idk) of lante when he was younger so reader and him sorta grew up together. And then when he became the head, he had the reader became his kids nanny/caretaker and as one of his righthand. Pls and ty!

ᴍᴇᴇɴᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs : hiii darling! no clue what lante's background was other than he overruled his father so this is my speculation of it. i may or may have not gotten carried away by the reader's backstory that i may or may have not create another post for it 👀 also this somehow became an alternate universe somewhere around the end oops -

part two is here

𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

❥ so you isekai'd in the way to protect the female lead's older brother's world long before the story started? congratulations! and you even became the daughter of the female lead's father nanny? good luck trying to survive.

❥ somehow, you managed to survive up to your late twenties as LANTE AGRICHE trusted servant and closest confidante. which was shocking, to say the least. but you know deep down, he held some sort of genuine affection for your mother since his mother passed away.

❥ and you two had grown up together despite being in different worlds from each other. even after your mother's death, he kept you around as he killed his father and took the position of the head of agriche. even as he changed for the worse, you remained by his side.

❥ whether it was out of obligation or sincerity, you no longer knew why you stayed beside him. but you know why he wanted you. after all, your mother made her mark on him and so did you. people found it odd that he didn't try to marry you just to keep you by his side since it was more effective. but you both knew better than that.

❥ it was the consequences of your actions, you thought to yourself, as he burned your marriage requests in the fireplace. anything that allowed relationships beyond his family, his household, and especially himself was an absolute no. but that's fine. who needs friendship and love anyway?

❥ besides, as he began to collect his wives and mistresses ( much to your disdain ), you knew the story was gonna start soon. and despite knowing the end for this household, you still wanted to change a few things. and what better way to start as lante made you the official nanny of his children.

❥ FONTAINE was an eight-year-old child when you first met him. to make his father proud. at first, he wasn't quite fond of you as you took most of his father's time but eventually, he liked the maternal affection you gave to him. he felt entitled to have your time. in return, you made sure he kept at least some of his morals growing up. you unfortunately weren't able to stop the rebelliousness growing in him and could only hope he would make wise decisions. ( yes, you made sure to tell him the deficits of incestuous relationships and frightened him enough that he would see his female siblings as competition which is progress at least. )

❥ GRIZELDA was only a toddler when she first approached you about a book you were reading during your time off. you knew she was the only agriche to have magic so the pressure on her was high. when all was against her, you were right by her side to hold her steady. that and you two had bonded over books together. as she was young, it was you who tucked her into bed and told her stories and tales you knew from your past life and current. even as she grew older, she loved hearing interesting stories that came from you. you always made time for her even when you were busy with taking care of lante's work and the children. always reminding you to take care of yourself as well.

❥ ASHIL was only a year old when you met him. sierra was a wonderful and sane woman so you often visited her. ashil reminded you of a golden retriever and you became fond of him instantly. he always asked for your help and was ready to help you if you had any problems. the day you knew ashil failed the exam, you beg to lante to give spare ashil so you may take him as your own. because of your shared past, he reluctantly did so. it was the only way for him to live safely even if it meant taking him from his mother and sister. though the mother-sister duo thanked you profusely. especially as ashil pledged to protect you along with those he considered as his family. even as he grew stronger and older, he kept true to himself.

❥ DION was also a baby when you first carried him in your arms after maria's birth. while she complained about the baby's looks and disappointment, you saw another baby to love and cherish. lante and maria's parenting only got worse so you took matters in your hands and had him stay with you and ashil. he was quite a curious and mischievous boy, always finding trouble to drag his older brother with him. luckily, ashil had infinite patience as an elder sibling and always pulled back dion when necessary. it was also rather cute to see dion and roxana fight over who gets more ashil and your time. the older dion grew, he began to resemble more of his father which worried you. but when he smiled that playful smile at you and his close siblings, the anxiety vanished as you returned the smile.

❥ ROXANA was unsure about you when she first saw you. she hadn't remembered you being mentioned in the novel along with the evident changes. you were an unpredictable variable so she was cautious around you. it took some time but after saving ashil, she viewed you as an angel descended from the heavens to protect them. and she let you into her small circle and her heart. eventually, you told her of your past life which shocked her. so that explains everything! but she felt the comfort of another person in her situation just as she did and swore to protect you as well. despite your warnings, she still went ahead with the butterfly project knowing it could shorten her life. so you made sure to take care of her despite her pouts to relieve your, ashil, and sierra's worries. and cassis came along as the story unfold, he could see how important you were to the children of agriche. you liked to tease roxana and him often after he escaped.

❥ JEREMY was clingy and touch-starved when he first met you as a young child. he had just returned from his brutal class with a harsh wound, unable to hold back his whimpers. you found him there and gathered him into your arms to your room so that you could heal his wounds. his mother didn't even see and he watched her commit suicide with his own eyes as she refused to interact with him. since then, he has been attached to you by the hip. you were his mother. that was what he called you, openly especially since the others addressed you as either aunty or nanny. you were one of the few people who could stop jeremy from his violent tendencies with a word or a touch. he didn't want to scare his mother after all.

❥ CHARLOTTE was easily attached to you as she had a rocky relationship with her mother. you were more of her mother than her mother and she loved it when you praised her. it was a competition again between her and jeremy which gave you enough headaches as you recalled the rivalry between dion and roxana before. history had a way of repeating itself. still, like jeremy, you had a way of calming her down. with her hothead and brash personality, you helped her try to control it so she wouldn't get into any more trouble with lante and her mother. she loves it especially when you call her by her nickname 'lotte' since it was her first nickname she received.

❥ though all the agriche kids were raised as they were, you became their moral support and someone they genuinely care for. it was you who put yourself between lante and themselves when they were punished. and if you couldn't stop it, you always attended to their wounds and stayed with them for the night, as they rest on the couch. how could they not love you?

❥ even lante couldn't do anything as he found it a good reason to keep you in the agriche mansion. which was his biggest mistake. even as his top children began to plot against their father, you also went along with it as their spy. after all, lante was no longer the boy you grew up with and you had to open up your eyes. and if he had to be disposed off so that you could protect the children, so be it.

❥ after the night the agriche household fell, it was you placed the final blow on lante. and you had to witness fontaine demise from cassis's sword, though some small part of you mourned for that eight year old boy you knew long ago. and as roxana's health declined, you sent her to cassis in hopes that there was a possibility she could be healed.

❥ you were named as the matriarch of the black agriche, a title placed by the children you cared for. and quickly enough due to your past experience as lante trusted associate, you began to help raise the agriche from the ground and to a hopeful and brighter future. so you decided to burn agriche mansion to the ground and make it a new and better mansion.

❥ for a future where your children could make better memories in the new home you created for them. even as some of them stayed by your side or went on traveling around, you always made sure that they would have a home to come back to. but to them, you were their home. you accepted all of them as they are and cherished you for it. they would burn the world down if you asked them to.

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★  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔. + 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you were the one who said you'd devote your entire being to your king, so Eren make you prove it .

─── ☆ notes. i did, finally my first royal!au i've been sitting on this since i first made the post 3 days ago but had it held back because i hate proofreading so much lmao .

─── ☆ length. 3.5k ( 29 min read ) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, royalty au, king!eren, servant!reader, minor mentions of death, pwp, porn with plot, authority kink, stretch marks are normal, Eren is kinda cocky, manhandling, grinding, biting, marking, oral sex(f), rough sex, clothing sex, dom/sub undertones, fingering, floor sex, slight size kink, reader got that million dolla pousay!, breeding kink, unprotected sex, aftercare is important people, multiple orgasms, does this count as baby trapping? | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Your king Eren had a handful of staff hands littered about his wide estate, from the knights standing guard in the courtyard to the long line of maids dusting the dark maple oak window seals in just the east wing section of the castle every morning. 

As far as being a maid went, you were part of the arrangement of hired workers devoting their being to making sure the bloodhound king himself, Eren Yeager, was satisfied enough in his own home to not become a victim of his raised sword. 

You were one of the lucky ones, still having your head attached and in charge of disposing of the body and making sure no traces of the poor victim's blood had stained his wooden floors.

He was a strong man, an even better warrior, and the pinnacle of estranged power, dominating the vast expanse of acres as well as all of the people within his domains. 

Eren was stronger in many ways than just his towering muscular build, but a man who had a track record of bodies behind every step to prove the blood he would be willing to spill in order to keep his wealth and title.

Even though he was king, Eren spent most of his wealth on his unhealthy habit of violence, starting many wars just because he would feel bored and angsty sitting on his high throne for too long, wanting nothing more than for his hands to be wrapped around his blade.

There was no genuine evidence that he was a good man, nor had he ever claimed to be one.

In fact, he was well-known among the women for his deft fingers, embracing any who had fallen firstly for his dangerously striking looks. Though most only wanted one thing in return, all hoped to be the next to claim the empty throne next to his.

Willing to sully their title as honorable women to spend a night in his sheets in hopes to persuade the heartless monarch to let them carry his heir. 

All those women met with the same sad, unfortunate fate. 

Finding out with a swing of his sword that King Eren didn't care too much about being tied down by anyone, especially some of the beautiful women that would gravel at his feet.

Though he, too, would fall victim to the many eyes that would expose all of his dirty deeds. A man with a title so powerful that a target had been emboldened on his head, millions were wishing and plotting his death, and yet you were the poor soul assigned the task of caring for him.

There wasn't really a job description when you first acquired your role as one of the king's servants. 

Being a young woman coming from a poor family within his territory, the fact that you were even trusted enough to work for royalty after a simple background check was enough to bring your parents to tears. 

Nodding at just the promise of a chestful of gold that would be divided out to each of the staff for pay was enough to pay for the life you risked knowing that it would all go to feed your family for months.

You worked hard to stay out of the way of any trouble, to keep your head down and do your job, and to make sure that your family back home was fed and cared for with each paycheck. 

Eren had eyes everywhere, even if it hadn't seemed like it, especially to his enemies.

He had seemed to be just another carefree, young, spoiled royal with so much power in his hands that he hadn't known what to do with it, but they were all wrong.

It was your deviation to keep away from everything and stay alive that had caught the king's attention in the first place. 

One year you're just a lowly maid scrubbing the main entrance floors until dark bruises form on your knees, and then all of a sudden you're appointed as the king's personal maid, combing through his thick, dark mane as he soaked in his lavender-scented bath.

It was unruly for you as a woman to be in the same room as a naked man who had been as bare as the day he was born, let alone being so intently close to contact with him. 

To have your fingers scrubbing at his scalp, learning with the experience of your position that you just had to swallow most of your dignity working so close behind the king who had not much care for societal norms, the king who liked doing whatever he pleased whenever he could. 

Many of his workers were used to his taboo way of life, and he would often stride around his estate with his chest bare from a shirt. 

Knowing the scars that littered his torso and the muscle that showed off his drooling figure struck fear into the hearts of any impartial observer.

It was almost like a show of dominance daring anyone to test his thin patience knowing he was willing to throw down any task for a good brawl.

The same scars that you had been ordered to sponge, becoming acquainted with the wounds that you had been left to tend to every night.

Stiff with every move would you do your best to keep a fair distance away from the man that you were ordered to groom.

The luxurious bathing room was silent, except for the small splashes made by your hand as you rinsed the sponge through the water. As you rolled up your sleeves and sat on your knees, leaning down to claw your fingers through his scalp, the air was thick with hot steam.

Eren leaned against the final stepping tile leading into the small pool carved into his flooring. Even though you normally enjoy working in silence, there was something about Eren that had you counting your every move and the times you were alone with him.

You found it a bit strange to see him not hugging his blade, instead becoming a quiet man who valued his peace above all else, his eyes closed as he relaxed under your touch. 

This gave you even more reason to be afraid of breaking his calmed trance, fearful that even the smallest mistake would result in your exile, so you did your job meticulously.

Although he would die before admitting it to your face, that was what Eren had found the most intriguing about your character.

He would secretly admire you from afar, finding something so appealing about your personality that made him want to have you by his side all the time.

Eren knew the sensation he was experiencing was more than dangerous. That lusting for someone with such a lowly title as yours made him convinced that the feeling in his chest was caused by an illness.

Throughout his time knowing you, Eren ordered many doctors to visit his private chambers in search of the reasoning behind the hard thumping that had shaken his ribs every time he had seen you. 

It only took a few beheadings to discover the fact on his own that he was experiencing "normal human emotions," much to his dismay.

With his arm hunched to keep his head resting out of the water, Eren sat in view of your cleavage, just at the end of his sight.

He could count how many sighs that had passed from your lips, as you strained to scrub every inch of him as he pleased clean until your fingers were sore. 

His gaze lingered as your skin was practically glowing from the steam of the water, your brown dark skin glistening with small beads of sweat that trailed down to your exposed cleavage.

Eren had not enough shame to take a few peeks at your low-cut shirt, revealing the plump of your breast.

"Would you say you were devoted to me?" His voice cut the air roughly, his deep cadence gravelly yet low, as it was difficult to predict what expression he would adopt next.

Your body was trained to come to a halt to hear his every word, "Well?"

His brow furrowed in irritation at your hesitance, the silence after his question quickly becoming an annoyance to him. If there was one thing Eren despised more than anything else, it was not being answered the minute he had wanted to be.

“Well of course, my king.” Like a fool, you nodded your head like a bobble toy. 

As he turned his body fully towards you, the slosh of water wet your white cotton dress at the skirt, dropping the sponge in the bath water.

"I devote the entirety of my being to you." It wasn't entirely true, but the lie was born of survival instinct since you weren't one to let your pride get in the way of saving your life.

It hadn't seemed worth it, though, judging by the dangerous glint in Eren's eyes, it was as if he could tell that you were lying. 

Sending a shiver up your spine, you took a different route instead, bowing your head to the floor to break away from the intense eye contact.

Resting your forehead against the cool tiles, you became suddenly aware of how hot the blood in your veins ran under his stare.

"Your entire being, you say. How naive of you." Your ruler hummed.

The harshness of his response was expected, however, the insult still managed to make your heart lock in your chest.

A secret part of you was also ignoring the way your thighs squeezed together in response to his stern tone.

Even with your head bowed, you could feel his menacing stare, his dark eyes bored at your pitiful figure. "Come prove to me that you are as devoted as you say."

You hesitated to raise your head, your eyes widening as your attention latched onto his bare chest.

Tracing over the water that made his pale muscles glisten under the light that spilled through the colored glass windows decorating the room in a different arrangement of colors.

He looked down at you like a goddess, his expression ominous, waiting for you to obey his command.

The smirk hid behind his hand, telling you that you wouldn't bother to turn down such an offer not because he was your king, but rather because he knew you wanted him as well.

Another minute of hesitance to tick him off making your next move was lazy.

Standing awkwardly to your feet to remove the straps from your shoulder, you avoided his lingering gaze as it swept over your body with a new sexual intent of adventure.

The torso of the fabric slips down to your waistline, hugging your curves and reaching down to tug yourself out of the rest of the dress.

Standing in just your bra and panties before him, your arms crossing against your chest to comfort yourself. Your eyes meet as Eren lets his lips part, letting out a satisfied hum at the sight of you. You could only watch his movements as you watched him lean in closer.

Allowing his fingers to brush against the mid of your thigh.

His touch was at first gentle, Only tracing up to your stretch marks before his fingers would need themselves into your flesh, squeezing at your legs watching as they dented marks with his nails.

"Perhaps I wouldn't mind dying so, if it meant being suffocated in between your thighs." You'd felt so exposed, shivering as he fondled you and complimented the part of your body you were insecure about, and yet you couldn't stop the soaring heat in your core.

You swallowed as Eren motioned you forward, taking his hand in yours as you stepped into the water. 

The temperature change causes goosebumps to run up your leg, his grip tightening around your wrist with each step until you are fully immersed in the tub, following the guide of his grasp into his lap.

Even with the fabric of your undergarments coming between the two of you, you could still feel the outline of his hardened dick pressing against your lower stomach.

Eren's arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you forward and leaving you gasping at the sensation of him twitching against your stomach at the unexpected friction. 

"My king," you pester, your hands gripping his shoulders to brace against his legs.

"You shouldn't be doing this with someone as lowly as a mere servant." 

Eren had practically purred from your touch, his gaze flitting down to your soaked bra. 

He succumbed to his desires, leaning forward to press a trail of kisses against the crook of your neck, your nipples poking through the material.

His path soon found your lips as his mouth pressed against yours with hunger, his tongue parting your lips as he moaned down your throat as if he were in pain.

The string of saliva that connected your lips to his was disregarded.

Eren shifted your hips with just the push of his arms resting under your thighs to rut your stomach against his erection.

"Who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do? I fuck who I please when I please," he hummed, his hand gripping tightly at the plush of your thigh, a taunting warning to remind you of who was still in charge. "Am I understood?"

It was a miracle that you were even alive based on the way he glared up at you, there was just something about the way his stare looked as if he were about to strike you dead at any given moment.

You wanted to melt at the expression that he made, making you seem like mere prey that had been caught in his trap, ready to be eaten at any given moment.

It was an absolute pleasure to be pressed against his toned muscles, with his strong forearms guiding your hips as your bodies seemed to move purely out of greed for each other.

Both desired nothing more than to pursue the pleasure obscured by the steam that surrounded the bathing room. 

You couldn't feel shameless for having fallen into King Eren's lustful trap, too busy whimpering against his touch, and he hadn't even penetrated yet, but somehow you still felt so twisted up inside.

With each movement, you whimpered poor noises that echoed off the tiles along with the slosh of the water, becoming a bigger mess as you started to fall apart by the seams.

His touch tarnished every part of your body he touched, leaving you wanting more as his lips followed with a kiss.

Parting your lips from the sensation of his teeth impacting your soft skin and leaving small bruising marks as he did with the rest of the territories he had owned.

He had arranged you to angle you just right, the perfect position for him to urge himself just between your lower lips, only your underwear keeping him apart from where you had truly desired him to be the most. 

Given the severity with which he had pressed against you, it appeared that your king felt the same way.

The angst in his touch as his fingers moved quickly to remove the final obstacle to finally fondling your clit, flinching as his thick fingers nudged you apart. 

As his thumb circled your clit, his pointer and middle entered you, causing your body to tremble. You struggled to hold yourself upright, your hips bucking widely at the stimulation and crumbling limply forward into his shoulder.

The moment Eren picked you up with his other arm slung under your knees, lifting you up only to lay you with your back against the dry floor tiles, you were reminded of his fortitude. 

He parted your legs with his elbows, leaving them wide enough open as he rested his palm against your belly to stop your squirming and lean down between your thighs. He'd buried his face in your cunt the second he slid off your panties, tossing them to the side.

The first thing you felt was his tongue, sending a shiver up your spine away from the ground. His arm rested against your thigh to keep you from smothering him, while the other rested toying with your clit making work of his mouth.

You couldn't believe the sounds that came from your mouth, foreign to the pitch of your moans as they echoed through the room alongside the lewd squelching around his finger of your wetness. 

An almost animal-like growl vibrated against Eren's lips as your hand knotted tightly in the black nest of his locks grinding against his face, your mouth moaning out the rest of your pride. “I think I've become rather fond of the taste of you.” 

Your body had trembled at the sound of praise, the complement to the treasure that he saw in your body.

Your eyes slit as you watched him wipe traces of your arousal away from his face with the back of his hand, the glisten of his pink lips as his tongue dragged over them tasting traces of you on them.

Bare, he crawled out of the bath, settling on the tile with his hands and tugging you closer by the hook of your knees.

You hadn't bothered to winch at the uncomfortable feeling of the tiles scraping against your back, instead dividing our attention to more pressing matters.

Like how he slotted himself against your body, his chest pressing into yours as he lined himself up and buried the hilt of his length deep inside of you.

Your legs were quick to wrap around his waist, encouraging his thrust to become deeper with each stroke. His almost crushing weight against your smaller frame with each thrust that raised your stomach. 

Your insides felt like they were melting as he was completely stirring up your poor guts, clenching at the pleasure that it had brought hearing his struggling groans against your ear. 

You felt the brush of his canines against your shoulder, his head tucked away in the crook of your neck to pierce into your skin once more.

His bites were not hard enough to draw blood but enough to keep him from opening his mouth to whimper from how amazing it felt inside of you to listen to the sound of your own punched-out moans.

His rhythm was steady, wide strokes that left your thighs trembling each time his pelvis kissed yours. It was only a matter of seconds before your first orgasm pushed past the challenge that was the strength you had clenched around him.

Eren fucking you through it had you convinced you were seeing stars from how tight your eyes were shut moaning for your king like your life was on the line, you were starting to understand why women would flock to him so closely, beginning to comprehend the allure of his charm having to witness it all firsthand.

His strokes became toe-curling, slowing down to catch his breath as his hips pressed yours to the floor, tucking himself just as snuggly as his hips shifted hungrily against yours. 

The jolt of his own orgasm shook your frame as his last pumps carried a burst of energy, dawning back just to fuck you deeper and stuff you full as he released inside of you.

You had been to bed with only a finger count of men before, yet had Eren been the first to finish inside of you freely. 

There was something dangerous about the way he felt tucked in so deeply, twitching against your walls, as he gave you the possibility of bearing his next heir.

It took you a few minutes for your mind to process the reality of the situation that had just occurred.

Not only had you just had hot sex on the floor of a bathing room, but you had also just been fucked silly by your own king of all people, not to mention the part where he was leaking from between your legs.

Eren seemed to realize the gravity of the situation around the same time you did, sighing as he looked down at where you had met.

"Forgive me for acting so brash, but I've been wanting this for a long time. You must understand my unrest."

The apology came after he finally had pulled out, the sight of him still hard in his grasp making your mouth wet.

His touch had turned so gentle that it was almost foreign having him aid you back into the bath.

With a new sense of yearning, as he rested you with your back against his chest in between his legs, you sat welcoming the water's warmth as the back of your head rested against his shoulder.

Soaking in as much of his suddenly rare, gentle mood as you possibly could.

You knew that his love would come with some sort of flaw, but right now, you were in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

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Oliver Fog - The Representation of Trade Unions Post-War

When most people talk about Oliver Fog, it’s never through an analytical lens. He is mostly used for the sake of shipping and sibling headcanons. And if his backstory is ever addressed, it’s normally taken wrong. Oliver isn’t a character who just hates work. In fact it could be argued that he is a microcosm of trade union representatives in his time period.

First I must discuss the importance of trade unions on Oliver’s character especially of 1953. I say 1953 because Oliver mentions that he has not worked overtime for 211 days in his anecdote. Trade unions at the time were much more powerful than they were today, and had much heavy tight links to the UK Labour Party, which was undoubtably much more left wing than it is today. The leader of Labour at the time was Clement Attlee who, while no longer Prime Minister, was one of the most influential socialists in UK history and helped to set up the NHS. I bring this up due to Attlee’s influence on the country and left wing politics as a whole, and as a civil servant, Oliver would have been aware of him.

Let’s now take a look at Arsenal. Oliver says he was a fan of them as a child since they were a popular team, but for that we must look at Arsenal’s history to find out how old Oliver would have been. Seeing how Oliver turns 15 in 1952, he would have been born in 1937, just before the outbreak of WW2. Highbury Stadium was build in 1939 and the Football League was suspended for the duration of the wartime period, meaning that it was impossible for Oliver to have seen them at a young age. The earliest he could have seen the team by walking out on his own was at the age of 10. At this point in his life, Oliver would have lived through the death, devastation and brutality of a wartime period and how it left Britain bankrupt. 

Arsenal’s red colour palette is also telling due to it being his favourite team - red is a colour that politically means left wing ideologies, and in the UK is a reference to the Labour Party, as well as its anthem The Red Flag, a socialist song about the labour movement. It’s possible that the fact Oliver’s favourite team being Arsenal was picked especially for this comparison, but at the same time it might just be me leaning in too far.

Oliver has a persistent want of an eight hour work day in reference to the social movement prevalent after the Industrial Revolution, where working hours were long and children were exploited for labour. While the UK to this day doesn’t have an eight hour limit to the work day, there have been major strides, and it was first accomplished in 1889 by the founders of the modern day GMB union. The fact Oliver specifically becomes part of this social movement is telling of his feelings about rights. There’s also his hatred of overtime, which adds onto this.

Oliver’s rant to A Knight could also be alternatively read as a rant on a predatory structure or system.

I’m not even supposed to be here! I’m just a boy, but because of your dreamed-up notions of purpose and responsibility, I was forced to become a Fogwalker. I never wanted to walk amongst the fog. I’m terrified of it… I just want to… I just want to stay alive.

Oliver is without hope at the beginning of his anecdote, lost in not knowing why he so readily took up the position of the Fogwalker. By the end of it he’s become aware of his true beliefs.

The Fogwalker is one who steps into the fog and brings light to others. Fundamentally, it’s a joke like any other, mundane as tightening screws or scooping manure. But that’s not all it is. My father once walked through the fog to bring me hope. On that day, he did the same. “This is my responsibility, and it is our responsibility.” […] On that day in 1952, he also brought hope to the people of London. The hope of survival.

Personally there are a few hints that Oliver falls along left wing ideology such as socialism. This could be especially true of his beliefs in social activism of his attitudes towards labour rights. Let’s take a look at his new garment. 

Version 1.8’s location is Russia, presumably in the 1910s before the Russian Revolution that would later set up the groundworks for the Soviet Union, so already the fact the garment comes out in this version specifically is telling. This garment set as a whole is called ‘Constructivism in Concept’. Constructivism is a theory where people acquire knowledge through experience and conversations, not through just seeing things, which could be reflective of Oliver’s anecdote. The garment itself is ‘See You At The Workers Club’. Workers’ clubs were something set up in the USSR and was a place for workers and their families to relax and also a place for propaganda. It was also sponsored by trade unions. I had to use Google Translate for the writing on the sheet metal, and the text reads, roughly, “let’s protect the eight hour working day”.

It’s easy to interpret Oliver as a microcosm through what he does and what he says. As a whole, he is a complex individual, a traumatised overworked teenager.

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being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy pt.2

feat. Azul, Kalim

note: this is kinda a long post, can be interpreted as gn!reader, reader is different for each character, I might write blurbs cuz I like the villain/ess genre

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Did the universe hate you? You pondered your past life choices that may have condemned you into this hopeless situation. You didn’t even like this webtoon you unceremoniously got sent to because the main characters were nothing but self-centered idiots. Worse, you got reincarnated as the lovesick betrothed of the male lead, who was going to have their engagement annulled then be abandoned by your greedy family.

Really, the only reason you even kept reading was for the cool if somewhat dorky count who rose from a nobody to one of the successful business figures in the kingdom…Hey now…

So now you were sitting across from the one and only Azul Ashengrotto as he sized you up with a business smile as his servants prepared refreshments. For as confident as you try to be, the ball in his court and your future cushioned life is dependent on him. At least the twin brothers from that marquis family weren't here.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?”

“I’m going to let you use me”

“Urk—!”

Ah, you should’ve waited until after he finished his tea.

Aside from your love life, you were winning in every other department. You were a high ranking noble as well as a beautiful social butterfly of high society. You weren’t ahead of the trends, you were the trend and since you knew the story of this world, you knew what were hits and misses in the market.

“I can give you want to know in the high social circle, whatever you have me wear or eat with my appraisal, I can make it the biggest trend of the season. All I want is a cut”

As skeptical as Azul was, he couldn’t disagree with your points and he was sure he could spin this partnership in his favor considering you were thought to be a lovesick puppy (hah, he thought). With a lengthy discussion on the contract (a meager 10% cut on your side? Really, Azul?), the two of you shook on it.

With a smile too innocent to be real, you offered “Should we go on a date?”

Oh, you were going to be the death of this man.

Your “dates” were just spending the day in the village disguised, surveying promising businesses, cuisines, and artisans (though a flustered count is also a win in your books). With your insights and Azul’s careful research, high society was eating out of your hands, waiting to see which business would receive his Midas’ touch.

You kept your contributions hidden as you didn’t want your family to monopolize your share and secretly hoped that your family and fiancé would still care for you even without these merits. Perhaps you were more hopeless than you realized.

While your soon-to-be husband was off somewhere without informing you (though you already knew where he was going, and who he was going to), you paid a visit to your favourite restaurant which happens to be owned by your favourite associates. The more you spend time with Azul and inevitably the Leech twins, the more you yearn for a life with this much joy.

“Hey Mandarin fishy” oh, Floyd is lucky he’s so adorable. “Your future hubby is awfully chummy with that little remora” he noted as he casually slung his legs over your own, sounding nonchalant but you could see the flicker of curiosity in his mismatched eyes. “You ain’t scared the love of your life’s gonna run away?”

You knew the story’s coming to its climax as the “love of your life” is messing around with that baron’s daughter. Soon, he will announce the annulment in front of everyone and you will be “abandoned” for his true love.

Your eyes then glanced over to your business partner discussing the logistics of the shipment of jewelry materials with the other marquis heir. Despite your casual nagging, you did admire the genuine effort the bespectacled businessman puts in. However, you could see the twitch towards your direction, curious of your thoughts as well.

“Cute” you hid your smile as you took a sip of your favourite blend of tea (how considerate of Azul), “If a little remora was enough to convince that idiot to make a fool of himself in front of our families, then I’d count it a blessing to be rid of him”

Floyd laughs at your heartless dismissal while even Jade let out a chuckle under his breath. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene before you, at the people you hope to call friends (and maybe more in the future with a certain someone). You saved enough to buy a quaint home in the capital (Azul recommended a home conveniently close to his own) and there were pre-orders of delectable tea that became a hit when a wealthy traveler from a foreign country offered a sample at the restaurant, being well handled by the fair-haired count in front of you, guaranteed to be ready for your next social tea party.

As you notice the subtle quirk of a genuine smile on your diligent business partner, you feel content with confirmation.

You definitely prefer smart men.

No, no, no, no! This can’t be real!

It’s one thing to reincarnate as a servant of a wealthy family, must you be reincarnated as the servant that gets executed for poisoning the oldest son?!

This was the start of the dramatic novel you just finished where you, a new servant of the Asim family, were in love with a greedy relative, who persuaded you to poison the heir to cause turmoil in the mansion. Your younger sibling was sick and your “lover” promised to give you and your sibling a good life if you succeed. Sadly, you knew you were just a scapegoat in their plan.

It hurts even more that the intended recipient of the poison was your bias, the lovable Kalim Al-Asim who doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body. But what could you do? The poison was in your hand and your execution was practically cemented, whether by the hands of the Asim family or by your “beloved”.

Feeling hopeless, you submit yourself in front of Kalim, his father, and his attendants with the vial in hand. You confessed the plan to poison the heir, how that traitor promised to save your sibling if you followed them. You pray that maybe they would banish you and you could run away with your sibling, for however long you could before that relative would eventually eliminate you.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until the fair-headed heir cradled your face in his hands and wiped your tears from your glassy eyes, his own scarlet eyes watery.

“I’ll save you and your family!”

Unable to change Kalim’s decision, your attempt of treason was overlooked, and Kalim even sent the best doctors to see your sibling.

Shoot, this man sure knew how to capture your heart.

Of course, your testament isn’t enough to prosecute the greedy relative so you offered yourself as a poison tester should they attempt the second time. If the story stays on path, that traitor isn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Since then, you worked to prove yourself a devoted servant to the Asim family, especially to Kalim who brings you around to try every cuisine and street food that tickles his fancy. Even Jamil, who was very skeptical of your motives, deemed you harmless (apparently, he decided he could easily disarm you if you do attempt anything).

What made you and Kalim really close (though Kalim was a fairly affectionate man to begin with) was when you offered to help with his studies. You were familiar with certain subjects as they were similar in your old world and having someone around helps the energetic heir to focus. Every time Kalim would call your name with that bright grin of his never fails to bring out a smile of your own.

Your closeness with the oldest son did not go unnoticed. Soon, the traitorous relative came up to you as you were on your way to see Kalim. They gave you a second chance, to kill Kalim then they would forgive you after your failed poisoning attempt. Obviously, you told them to f*ck off stop their plans and leave before you call the guards.

Suddenly, your vision and body became disorientated as you fall to the floor with a sting on your cheek.

“You insolent commoner! You think anyone would care if you get hurt or even die? Don’t make me laugh!”

They slapped you. Your body is shaking from the shock of such sudden violence. You looked up and saw the traitor standing over you with rage as they raised their hand again. You were too slow to stand so you had no choice but close your eyes and grit your teeth as you anticipated the next hit.

Except it never happened.

Instead you were gently lifted to your feet. You turned to see Jamil assisting you to your feet as guards surrounded you and the traitor, with Kalim standing between the two of you.

You have never seen the usually jolly heir like this. His laid-back demeanor was almost non-existent as he kept his weapon pointed at his relative with a glare that seemed deadlier and sharper.

“You…” you've never imagined such an icy tone from your master, even at his worst until now. “You may be family, but I will never forgive you for hurting my precious treasure”

With his command, you saw the traitor pulled away to his awaited fate. Kalim then turned to you and he worriedly rushed to you, cradling your face in his hands to inspect your injury. It’s funny. It’s just like when you first met him.

“Master Kalim, thank you so much” you wanted to say more but honestly, you couldn’t find the words to truly express how much you love this man.

With his show of his signature grin, he replied “Of course, I’ll always save you”

[lyomeii]

a darling not loving him anymore

->warnings: yandere themes, death mention, reader is at first blind loving this man, angst, comfort(?)

-> request by anon! We don't get enough of Claude(From WMMAP) so here's the scenario I've been thinking for awhile. Reader is someone that's a daughter from a high positioned noble who wanted his love more than anything. (This happened after diana died) The reader doesn't care that he killed someone, she just wanted his love! But after seeing that Claude hated her guts, she left and found a sweet and loving fiancé. Now when she left, Claude felt something, Emptiness.. Now his obsession kinda grew..

->a/n: uhhhhhhhh! love that idea anon ;) seeing this type of tropes always bring myself up and not to mention how satisfactory is too see the male character fall in love with the mc after she leave him! AHHH! sorry, just to anxious and happily to write it ;) also no more posting til Monday since i be doing tests and then playing overwatch

-> the news of the emperor getting married reach the nobles and public ears, both surprised of such event since his lovers death years ago, so that made many people curious to find out who is the luck person to marry the emperor

-> and that person is you, a daughter one of the greatest general the empire, know as a sweet woman who deeply care about everyone and is often seen helping those in need, a unexpected but perfect match to Claude, yet he doesn’t see that way

-> he only married you for two obviously reason, your father asked him to do that in order to protect his precious daughter from older men praying in you and the other one is the amount of the people irritating him to get married to a noble lady, so yeah, he doesn’t see you in the same way you see him

-> the way your eyes almost become a heart shaped when he is in your view, your hugs when you are both alone, the beautiful robes you gave him in honor to his first love and spending time with his daughter to get know them better

-> to the servants at the palace is easily noticeable how deep is your love toward Claude and Anathasia, yet they also noticed how the emperor doesn’t really care about your presence at the palace, in fact, in recently times, he start to avoid you all costs

-> when you are taking care of Anathasia and asked to a nearby servant to ask Claude to play with his daughter with you, they quickly answer that the emperor is busy with his works, at first, you seem to believe them

-> however, as times goes, you start noticing how you stop seeing your husband anywhere and in those rare cases you manage to catch a glimpse of him, Claude is far away and playing with your stepdaughter, you felt a mixed of feelings

-> at first, you are happy that he is finally spending time with his daughter and he looks joyful! Yet, you feel sad to not be part of it and as much you want to talk about it with your husband, he still ignoring you everyday, and not even letting you spending time with Anathasia anymore

-> without much option to do, you ask Felix about your husband’s actions in the past few days and well, it did open your eyes to realize how Claude feel about you, the knight tried his best to use better words to describe what the emperor feel about you, but the damage was done, you realize that you were nothing to Claude and that will never change

-> feeling horrible, you decided to go into a divorce, as much that sound a terrible end to a noble lady married to the emperor, you finally felt happy, knowing that maybe one day someone will truly love you the same way you loved Claude

-> the last time you had a proper conversation with your ex-husband was the day he signed the divorce and let you go back home with your belonging, speaking how much Anathasia missed you and asked him what will happen to you if you left her

-> even loving the little girl, you said goodbye to the palace, promising to never return to this place and finally going back home, where you cried to yourself to sleep for being such idiot to think that Claude loved you

-> the gossips about the divorce was quickly spread by the commoner, yet many didn’t seem to be angry at the previous empress, some of them told many others how the emperor coldly treat his wife during her time at the palace, others spoken how he ignore her every moment and treated her as a stranger

-> yet, the gossips about the divorce of their emperor were stopped after months when they receive a new that made them happy, the sweet woman, once the empress has finally engaged a man who is consider her the gorgeous woman in the world, the lucky man is none than Rogers Alpheus

-> once again, the empire become festive knowing that the poor noblewoman has finally find her true love, not suffering more pain coming from the cold emperor

-> in the other hand, Claude felt emptiness, with you away from the palace, he though he would become happier with Anathasia, yet he miss your presence

-> your hugs, laughs and smiles, those were what brought joy inside the cold palace, and his daughter was happier when you were live with them, but he only noticed it too late and now you are gone from their life

-> the servants notice his attitude change and all of them knew the reason why, he was invited to you wedding with Duke Alpheus, Rogers gave the invitation himself as a respect, but asked to the blonde not coming since that will bring down your joyful behavior

-> and Claude agreed with the Duke, when the wedding happened, he didn’t participate but he waited in the shadows to see your face after you left the cathedral and was worth it

-> you dressed in the most elegant white dress with a bouquet full of beautiful flowers, and how your expression only show happiness with your new husband standing next to you while the guest congratulate the new couple

-> that’s the opposite of your previous wedding with him, the only person present was the priest who made you two married, the dress you wore was simple and he was wearing his usual clothes, still you were so happy to married him, but now you are marry to that man

-> not for long though, Claude will find his way to the top and bring you back home, where you will spend your life with his and your sweet daughter

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