#wait...how do these guys fare on the AH

[krispies-fr]

he shall be real

[kokomyass]

Genshin headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters

Genshin x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!

featuring: Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham

synopsis: in which, traveller and paimon find out you are an ✨️ITEM✨️!!!

Notes: you are immortal in Neuvillette's part, you are a bad bitch in Wriothesley's part, you are part of the Academia for Alhaitham's part and hella shy

a/n: it was NOT a narrow win, this one won by far...so I hope you enjoy!!

also I might do a part 2 depending on how many people like it....and if you want any characters added just drop me a message 💜⭐️💜⭐️

Neuvillette

The Traveller and Paimon had decided to make an unexpected visit to the Palais Mermonia to see Neuvillette and Furina since they happened to be in Fontaine.

"Hey Sendene!! We are here to see Neuvillette and Furina!!" Paimon shouted out floating happily.

"Hello Traveller, Paimon. You see Neuvillette is currently away but you can make your way over to his office, he shouldn't mind." the Melusine said happily

"Thanks Sendene! See you!!" The Traveller and Paimon opened the doors to Neuvillette's office only to be met with an unfamiliar face.

You were sat down reading a book, with one leg crossed over the other deep in the book that you don't notice the two individuals walk in the room.

"Ummm...Hello there!! Whoever could you be?" your head shoots up to look at the Traveller and Paimon a look of suprise and happiness on your face at the same time.

"Ah! The infamous Traveller and Paimon!! Neuvi has said so much about you! It's so nice to finally meet you." you shoot up and hold the Traveller's hand, shortly moving to patting Paimon.

"You sure are energetic....but you never answered my question!" Paimon shouted putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh dear...that's my bad hehe...I am Y/N, its lovely to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too Y/N!! So what are you doing in Neuvillette's office? You must be awfully close to give him that nickname" Paimon asks as the Traveller looks a bit confused as to how you had gotten so close to Neuvillette and how they didn't know who you were.

"Well I am Neuvillette's-" just as you were about to explain your presence, Neuvillette and Furina walked through the office doors making you smile warmly.

"Neuvillette!! Furina!! You run up to them giggling.

Furina walked through first, making her the first victim to your hug.

"Ah! Y/N!! It's nice to see you too" Furina smiled softly as she hugged you back.

"She's close to Furina too?! Just who is she?!!!" Paimon shouted feeling in the dark as the Traveller already had their suspicions...

"Oh how did you not know? She is Neuvillette's..." Just as Furina wanted to reply to Paimon's exclamation you squealing turned all their head in your direction.

"Neuvi~ I missed you..."

"Hello, my dearest. I too missed you an immense amount." Neuvillette said warmly making Paimon and the Traveller shocked at the love in his eyes and Furina unfazed by it.

You went on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Neuvillette's neck hugging him before placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and handing him a cake box.

"I took a break from work to bring you a cake but now I'm gonna go...have a nice day at work and I'll see you at home!"

"I cannot wait to see you at home my dear, stay safe."

Neuvillette cups your face and places a kiss on both cheeks as you give him the cake, hug him tightly and pack your things.

"It was lovely to meet you guys!! Maybe we can meet up sometime!! See you Furina!!" you smile and wave to Paimon and The Traveller and Furina as they stare at you dumbfounded as you walk out the doors and Furina smiles and waves back.

"It is good to see you two, how have you been faring?" Neuvillette smiled turning to the Traveller and Paimon.

"UH...ERM....ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM??!! WHO IS Y/N TO YOU?!" Paimon screamed as Neuvillette held a neutral face.

"Oh Y/N is my wife. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to put her in danger."

"That makes so much sense...its quite cute actually!! I can't believe THE Chief Justice has a wife!! For how long?" Paimon seemed to be extremely amused as the Traveller sighed at how dense Paimon was.

"400 years"

"SAY WHAT??!?!?"

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Wriothesley

"Erm...can you hear that Traveller?" Paimon sounded uneasy as the Traveller gave her a look of uncertainty at whatever was currently going on in the Duke of Meropide's office.

There was currently shouting going on that was so loud that a few people gather around his office to see if they could get anyone the drama. (that the only entertainment they get down there)

"WELL IF YOU DIDN'T PUT MY CAKE IN THE BIN THEN I WOULDN'T BE HERE TO BE HONEST, WRIOTHESLEY!!"

"UGH Y/N I TOLD YOU, I CAN GET YOU A BETTER ONE!! PLUS YOU ARE SO LOUD THAT I BET EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!!"

"OH REALLY MR DUKE?? I LIKE THAT ONE CAUSE YOU MADE IT!"

"Y/N YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT TASTED LIKE DIRT! AND STOP SHOUTING!!!"

Outside the office people were mumbling different things.

"Damn her sentence is gonna be for life if it wasn't before...."

"She's a soldier...."

Sigewinne showed up next to the Traveller and Paimon with an fed up look on her face.

"They are at it again...." She sighed and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Sigewinne!! Just what is going on in there?" Paimon asked as the Traveller flinched at another shout.

"You better go see for yourself..." Sigewinne pushed the Traveller and Paimon in the office and they climbed up the stairs to see a random woman and Wriothesley stop arguing to look at them.

Your demeanor changed completely as you turn your body to face them fully and smile.

"Oh hello! You must be the Traveller, and her cute little friend Paimon!" you smile softly as Paimon giggles and the Traveller greets you.

"Don't make Paimon blush!! However, the main issue is why you guys are shouting so much!!" Paimon places her hands on her hips like an angry mother.

Just as you started to calm you started getting heated.

"Traveller, I wouldn't usually be so desperate...but I could really use your help..."

"Hush it, Wrio." Paimon and the Traveller look at each other in shock.

Not only were you rude to THE Duke of Meropide but he also listened to you.

"Well, funny you guys asked....my HUSBAND here made me a lovely, beautiful delightful cake...last night which I enjoyed immensely!"

"Y/N-" Just as Wriothesley wanted to start you gave him a glare that shut him up.

"I REALLY enjoyed the cake, but my husband insisted it tasted like ass....so this morning after he had gone to work and I wanted to eat this cake I wake up to see it in the bin. So I am simply asking my husband to explain himself."

You fold your arms directing your attention back to Wriothesley.

"Wait....wait...wait...YOUR HUSBAND????!?!? WRIOTHESLEY THIS IS NEWS TO ME...." Paimon shouted as both the Traveller and Paimon both put their hands on their hips.

Wriothesley sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Guys....this is Y/N my wife of 3 years."

"Not for much longer is you keep this up."

"Y/N!! I'm sorry okay, I will make another one for you tonight." You immediately perked up and smiled warmly as you gave him a tight hug he returned, before you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"There we go, it wasnt hard was it! Anyway, I gotta go back to work...see you guys around and see you tonight, Wrio." you waved as you walked downstairs and left.

It was silent for a few minutes as the Paimon and the Traveller stared at Wriothesley in disbelief.

"I didn't want to tell you in these circumstances but-" Wriothesley started

"YOU BAKE??!!" The Traveller and Paimon spoke up in sync.

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Alhaitham

It was a lovely day and The traveller and Paimon were walking through Port Ormos, just as a little relaxation walk.

"Hey Traveller, isn't that Alhaitham? Let's go say hi!" The Traveller nods and they both go and say hi to Alhaitham despite him talking to you.

You turn your head and notice the Traveller and Paimon approach your boyfriend so you tapped him while he was talking so he would turn around.

"Ah, Traveller and Paimon. How are you? What brings you here?" Alhaitham turns around as you shyly stand behind him hoping they don't notice you.

"We are great! Just came here for a walk. What about you."

"I am discussing things with my partner...." Alhaitham glanced back to you suggesting you make an appearance as you only cower behind him, gripping his arm tight.

"Uhhh....I'm assuming that's them behind you in the Akademiya uniform." Paimon says crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Alhaitham nods before turning around and grabbing your shoulders, steering you infront of him. "Introduce yourself Y/N..."

"H-Hi....I am Y/N...." you don't say much before wrapping your arms around Alhaitham tightly and shoving your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you smiling faintly (not going unnoticed by The Traveller)

"Sorry, she is usually really shy..." Alhaitham deadpanned.

"How on earth can she be your partner?" Paimon asked kind of shocked that he was tolerant enough to work together with you.

"She is actually a very valuable asset. I don't appreciate your language." Alhaitham said it neutrally despite the cold look in his eyes.

Before anyone can say anything tou mumbled out from Alhaitham's chest.

"I wanna go home...." you squeezed him tighter as he did the same.

"Well, we are going home now, she seems a bit overwhelmed so we will catch you another time." Alhaitham says moving away making Paimon and The Traveller feel a bit weirded out at how close they were for partners.

"Hey wait!! I'm sorry I said that....I didn't mean it...are you scared of us?" you looked away from Alhaitham's chest smiling slightly at them but not letting go.

"I'm scared cause you guys are so cool, Alhaitham told me all about you!" you spoke softly before turning away and earning a head pat from Alhaitham.

"Well done for speaking Y/N, dear." Alhaitham said as you looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"EWWW! JUST WHAT TYPE OF PARTNERS ARE YOU?!?!" Paimon shouted as you and Alhaitham shared another small kiss before walking away.

"Romantic partners and work partners."

"WHATTTT!!"

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a/n: I'm probs gonna do a pt. 2 just because j wanna write scara too and wanna make sure I haven't written too much...anyways I hope you enjoyed 💜✨️💜✨️💜

[ana-chronista]

How about Bojan and Jere at Linnanmäki (or any fare/amusement park)? There's different rides, maybe even a haunted house/glass labyrinth.

Can also be AU, with them being teens/young adults

Hey, thank you for the ask! ❤️ I may write glacially slowly (sorry!) but I do always get there eventually. I hope it was worth the wait! Full disclaimer, written with about the level of detail and accuracy you'd expect from someone who's never set foot in Linnanmäki, so thanks also @frikatilhi for helping me with a couple of references!

“This is... best photo. Ever.” “Oh, fuck off.” “No, I am serious. I will always – what is the word – ” “Laugh at it? Laugh at me for it?” “Well, yes, both those things. But what is it when... it is very special to me?” “You mean you’ll treasure it?” “Yes, exactly! It is like treasure to me.” “Again: fuck off.” “Bojan, what? I just tell you it is special to me! Very special memory in photo right here: me and my Bojan, enjoying Linnanmӓki together.” “...” “Besides, you not telling me to fuck off last night. In fact, you keep telling me – ” “Jere, shh! Quiet!” “You also not do much of that last night either.” “People could hear!” “And?” “We said – ” “Yes, I know. It’s okei, don’t worry. I will stop there – ”

“Thank y – ” “ – with that.” “Oh for fuck’s s – ” “This is what they teach you in Slovenia? I am shocked. Here, grandma would wash your mouth with soap.” “No, this is just how we deal with someone clearly overreacting to a normal photo.” “Bojan, you are photographed many times for job. I never see you look like this.” “Well, you’ve never seen me at a theme park. Or anyone else, apparently, if you think this is a weird photo.” “Not weird. Priceless.” “Jere, come on – ” “Look at your face, Bojan.” “Stop waving it at me! That’s completely – ” “Look at it!” “We were on a rollercoaster! People are meant to scream!” “But I see you scream before. At gig or on stage or when I – ” “Jere.” “Okei, okei. But this time you are like – ” “I swear to god – ” “No, no, look. You are like this – ” “...” “...” “...” “...” “... you do realise if you stay like that and the wind changes direction you’ll get stuck, right?” “Ah, so your grandma did tell you something!” “It’d serve you right as well.” “I not mind. Just look in mirror any time and be reminded of my Bojan. Like this – ” “I hate you.” “That is also not what you said last night.” “And what about you? You knew there’d be a camera and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open for it!” “Ah, no. This is on purpose.” “On – what?” “I mean to do this.” “I don’t believe you.” “Is all true! I tell you I come here before, yes? Many times when growing up?” “Yes, right around the time you mentioned Taiga and didn’t mention what it was actually like!” “Well, we come here so often we do things for camera. As joke.” “Isn’t that how you pitched your OnlyFans?” “Eh, maybe yes, but this is art.” “Jokes like what, then?” “We start off with things like pretend we sleep. Is easy, no need for preparing. Then later we pretend we make calls. Bring masks or hats. Jukka almost lose sombrero on Kingi. We glue together house of cards one time, pretend to build on Hurjakuru. Also one time me and Mikke take on razor and foam – ” “Sorry, what?” “Yes, yes, we think he will pretend to shave my face on camera. But staff find us and say no. Banned for four months.” “...” “Yes, I know. Too harsh.” “You know what? I’m actually kind of impressed.” “About our jokes?” “Well, mostly that someone as short as you managed to qualify for so many different rides.” “Fuck you, Bojan!” “Now who needs their mouth washed out with soap?” “If you are nice, while we wait for next ride, I will see if I have photos and show you. Maybe I must text the guys to see if they have. Last time is, eh...” “A while ago?” “About three phones ago.” “To be fair, for you, that’s like a month.” “That was only one month, but I will let you have this as you gave me photo. Maybe I text now so we have photos when we wait.” “...” “...” “...” “...” “... you’re taking a very long time to write that text.” “Is hard to text and walk, you know?” “Even with me steering you?” “Even then.” “But you do this all the time and you never usually – wait.” “...” “Jere, you’re not sending the photo are you?” “Are you?” “Jere!” “Relax, Bojan, I joke. I would not send photo to anyone – that is just for us.” “... why am I not reassured by that?” “No idea. You are too suspicious. I tell you I don’t send photo, I don’t send photo.” “...” “... so maybe I send video instead.” “What?” "Taiga takes video also. I buy both.” “You – ” “See, very popular already! My friends are glad you enjoy Linnanmӓki so much.” “Yeah, I bet that’s not what they actually said.” “Eh, is close enough. Joker boys answer in English though, so we can both read, but mostly is emojis.” “Wait, what do you mean – ” “Ah yes, I send to them also. Let them know we have fun here. Though I am not sure they will know from your face – ” “Jere!”

[jienem]

His Human

Edited version

part 1 part 2 part 3

Stay tuned~

Y/N's time was limited. They got a letter from Epel saying that her grandmother is ill. She and her parents were starting to worry, so she was beginning to pack to leave. She went into the forest with a heavy heart and shared the news with them. Lilia, who looked at her with a sympathetic gaze, hugged her, to which she was surprised by the gesture and returned it with all her might.

"I wish for your grandmother's health to recover. Until then, see you again next time, Y/N."

"Thank you, Lilia-san." Y/N couldn't help but cry softly in his arms while Malleus patted her shoulder. His silent support encourages her so much.

"Y/N, we are always here for you. Don't forget that, Silver softly said, earning the bird on his shoulder to twit in unison.

"WE SHALL WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN NEXT SPRING." Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his statement before mumbling.

"Next spring..."

~~~

"Grandmama, we're back. Are you alright? Are you in any discomfort?" Y/N asked the moment she sat down beside her. Her parents were outside talking to their doctor while she went in.

"Grandmama, don't worry, I won't leave. I will be here, okay?" she whispered as she watched her grandmother move her head slowly to look at her. The state of hers breaks her heart. She clasps her hand into hers as she hums, just like she did to her when she was young.

~~~

Y/N took over her parents business while they were away. She saw Epel, who was sitting outside the shop while he stared at the scenery in front of him. He was bored. She chuckled before joining him outside. He glanced at her for a moment before grumbling.

"Augh, it's so boring out here! Didn't you get tired doing all this stuff?"

"Haha... No, I don't even have a choice. Even if I did, what choices do I have?"

"Grrr, fair point."

Y/N stared at the sky with a troubled expression, watching birds fly and go before remembering she had to go into the mail station this afternoon. But alas, she was on duty. She looked at Epel, and nervousness was starting to creep in.

"Epel?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind sending this to the mail station?"

Y/N handed the letter to a curious epel, who stared at the letter.

"Is this the guy you met at what you called the valley something?"

"Nice try, it was actually Briar Valley."

"Ah yeah, that! So a letter for your boyfriend?"

"Absolutely Not!"

~~~

To an aspiring knight, Sebek

How are you faring? I'm sorry for the delay; I was kept busy for the most part. For a while, I took over my parents business and had to run some errands. I was constantly asked to look for my younger brother while worrying about my grandmother, who was still ill. It was a stressful week, to say the least.

But enough about that; how was your hand? You said it hurt for a while; have you applied the ointments that I gave you? Please let me know; I worry.

From Y/N

~~~

Sebek read the letter one more time with a soft smile written in his face before carefully tucking it into his breastplate without anyone noticing, but Silver noticed his gesture and smiled softly.

"Was it from Y/N?"

"WHA?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, Sebek voiced, attracting Lilia and Malleus nearby. Lilia grinned before teasing Sebek, who was denying everything.

"Don't be so shy, Sebek; it was wonderful talking to a Y/N, don't you think so?" Lilia teases while Silver nods before adding.

"She also makes delicious food every time she comes here."

"Agreed, especially when she brings an ice cream with different flavors." Malleus joined while Sebek was flustered.

"I... I AGREE WITH YOU, WAKA-SAMA, THE FOOD SHE BRINGS IS NOT SO BAD!"

"So you admit that it was delicious?" Silver questioned.

"Of COURSE NOT!"

"Then why did you agree if it wasn't delicious?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Fufufu, Sebek, don't be so shy and admit it, but who was better at cooking? Was it me or Y/N?" the three men look at Lilia's direction with a troubled expression. They soon both look at Sebek, who was under pressure with Lilia's question.

"HUMAN'S COOKING COULDN'T EVEN COMPARE TO YOUR SPECIAL DISHES LILIA-SAMA! WHILE HER COOKING WAS DELICIOUS NOTHING COULD COMPARE YOUR UNIQUE INGREDIENTS! "

"..."

"..."

"..."

"He finally admit it."

~~~

Y/N was in trouble. Her dilemma last year was beginning to root again when, in a mere month, it was spring again. Her parents didn't seem keen on going; they started to fight a lot more than before while she cradled her brother in her room while they fought. After managing some business, checking up on her grandmother, and watching her younger brother, it really took a toll on her. She was really looking forward to going back to the Briar Valley, but that was on the brink of bleakness.

With a heavy heart, she wrote down the letter with care. She sent it the next day while the sky was cloudy.

~~~

Silver watches as Sebek reads the recent letter with furrowed eyebrows.

"What does it say?"

"She couldn't make it back next month."

"Ah..."

They were silent. "Will you make a response?"

"After our training! I can't afford to skip my time to serve Waka-sama!"

"Sebek! Won't you make a response?"

Silver stared at him. He watched how his expression changed with different emotions before sighing.

"I Don't know."

"Why?"

"I Don't know," he repeated. He crossed his arms and stared at the ground while Silver waited for his response. Sebek pursed his lips before replying.

"I suppose it was because I don't know how to respond." For once, Sebek's voice was quiet. Silver patted his shoulder, offering him comfort.

"She would be back next spring, would she not?"

"She would."

"Then let's wait for her again, just like last year. Won't you?"

"Hrrgh, I supposed."

~~~

Months have gone by again, and Y/N this time saved her money in case her parents didn't plan on going. She was fourteen and about to be fifteen in a few months. Her grandmother was doing fine after a year of treatment. She stood by her side, watching her progress, and relief washed over her when she was finally released.

She helped her grandmother the best she could while watching over her younger brother. Her grandmother had an unknowingly serious look on her face as she stared at her granddaughter.

"Child, shouldn't you be at the Briar Valley this week?" Y/N stopped in her tracks as she stared at her grandmother with a wide expression on her face.

"Ah, I was planning to... But I would come back very quickly after a few days," She assures, but her grandmother only raises her eyebrows at her answer.

"You don't have to worry about us here, go have fun being at your youth, I will handle everything, don't worry about this old lady here, I will look after my youngest grandchild. Please, Y/N, my beautiful granddaughter." Her grandmama took her hands as she spoke softly while laying her forehead against hers, Y/N couldn't help but pause as she struggled to gulp down her sadness.

"Go, they are waiting for you."

Her grandmother whispered with a smile she knew so well. It was her expression when she was at her happiest, content, and complete. Y/N nodded, closing her eyes.

"Thank you, Grandmama."

~~~

Y/N knocked on the door, but no one answered. She was confused as to why it was quiet around here. She should have known, on the way here, it was dead silence. The animals that were scattered were nowhere to be seen. Sebek and Silver, who were often around at this time, were not present. With a downcast expression, she was about to go back when she recognized the two birds flying in her direction. They flap at her with glee. Y/N brushed her fingers against their feathers, asking where the two were. The birds looked at each other before flapping their wings. She had a troubled look on her face as she didn't understand before she felt a nudging on the back of her head.

She craned her neck and saw a horse neighing behind her. The birds flew to the horse's head before tweeting loudly. Y/N took it as a sign to sit on the horse's back before making its way somewhere else. She was nervious, she didn't know which direction it was heading from, but she trusted it was where the two were. Her surroundings changed into an opening field, stopping only when a mansion came into view. She got off the horse and caressed the birds before walking into the mansion door. She paused, debating whether to knock or not. But she knew she couldn't come back for nothing, so with little determination, she knocked on the door.

She waited. But no one seems to answer. Sighing, she tried again with a little force before moments passed and it opened. Behind the door, she was greeted by a tall man who had the same characteristics as Sebek. This would be Sebek if he got older.

Y/N was speechless for a while before asking. "Ah... Is Sebek here?"

The man watches her with curiosity in his eyes. Y/N grew nervous at his intense eyes before they flashed with recognition.

"You must be Y/N am I right, young lady?" 

She nodded in confirmation. The man opened the door, letting her walk in before closing it behind her. Y/N took in her surroundings and stared at the large painting hanging on the wall. It was Sebek with his whole family. This must have been made when he was just a boy back then.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice called out.

"Silver?" Y/N couldn't help but feel relief as she caught sight of Silver, who had droopy eyes from all of his sleepiness. Y/N chuckled whilst thinking he had not change a bit.

"Welcome back, I'm sorry I didn't get your letter."

"Oh no, I didn't send it recently. It was supposed to be a surprise, but it got backfired." She sheepishly rubbed her neck while looking around before turning to the tall man and bowing. Mumbling her thank you before he nodded. He turned to Silver and expected him to see their guest, to which he expressed his gratitude. Y/N watches their interaction before the tall man leaves. Silver noticed her fascination in her surroundings but her eyes tells a different story. He shake his head his head knowingly as he waited for her question.

"Ah, is Sebek here?" she asked as she lifted her head slightly to look at him.

"Sebek is at the library for a moment; would you wish for me to accompany you there?" 

"No need, I could go there myself." she refused. Silver then pointed the hallway on his left causing Y/N eyes to follow.

"Straight up ahead before turning left, there is a big door, one that is very different from the smaller ones you would pass by, that is the library." he instructed, watching how different emotions showed in her eyes before she smiled.

"Thank you so much, Silver."

"No, thank you Y/N for coming, it was the least I could do."

~~~ 

She opened the door knob, making a creaking sound while she pushed it inside. She breathed in the warm, dusty, woody air from the inside and went in.

"Sebek?" She called, but no one answered. She closed the door behind her, slowly walking around as she took in the number of significant books on the shelves. Her hands moved to the book spine, sliding her eyes as she read the titles. At the end of the books, she noticed a figure lying in the window nook. There he was. Sebek had a soft expression on his face, it was very different when he was awake. The book was resting on his chest while he inhaled and exhaled softly as the light illuminated his figure. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest, and she couldn't take her eyes off him.

He changed. He was no longer the boy she met two years ago. His face also changed to a mature one, his physique was much more bulkier than before, and she could tell he was taller than her now. She slowly and carefully walked towards him, careful not to wake him up as she did. When she was at his side, she carefully pulled the book from his chest and was about to place it on the table near him when a hand shot up and held her wrist. Her eyes fluttered to Sebek quickly thinking he was awake, but he wasn't. He was the same as before, but his grip said otherwise. 'Is this one of his reflexes? She wondered. But she tried her luck and whispered his name, but his soft snore indicated he was still asleep. Y/N chuckled with a soft expression on her face. Before wiggling her wrist from his hold but to no avail.

She sigh and resigned into her fate while got comfortable at the chair near the window nook. His eyebrow furrowed as he mumbled incoherently. Y/N watches his form before humming a tune as she caressed his temple. She moved her head closer to his, her hair curtains the side of his face as she mumbles softly.

"Sleep tight my dear knight."

Hurrayy part 4 was finished, only one more to go! I had some major changes into the ending, often changes it before, sorry for the inconvenience!

But thank you all for enjoying this sebek x reader as much as I do I really, really, really, appreciate your support! I truly do!

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Honor~ Part 1/2 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall part 8 of the series “Growing Strong”, the masterlist of which can be found HERE ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, suggestive themes, violence

Summary: Honor was subjective; it meant different things to different people. That was one of the most difficult concepts you’d ever had to come to terms with, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t a lesson worth learning.

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃 👻 I hope you guys are having a much better day/night than I am, cause your girl is going through it rn🥲 *handing out tissues* so, how are we feeling about the season finale, everyone?🥺 … on that note, I regret to inform you that these next two chapters will have some angst. I just ask that you hold off on throwing tomatoes at me until you’ve read it all. Part 2 will be up on Thursday 11/3.

As always, thank you all for the love🖤 eat all the candy you want today/tonight/whenever, you deserve it!🖤

Ser Laenor Velaryon was many things.

He was kind; he’d never laid a hand on Princess Rhaenyra. He’d been knighted at a young age, and had proved to be an asset to the Crown during the war in the Stepstones. He was daring; he’d claimed Seasmoke, one of the more nimble and faster dragons that the Targaryens boasted.

But, like all others, Ser Laenor also had his shortcomings.

As you purposefully entered the banquet hall you’d been directed to by a chambermaid, you frowned immediately at the sight that you were met with.

Ser Laenor was seated upon one of the tables in the middle of the room, apparently having decided that a chair was not suitable for such a purpose. His most recent companion, Ser Qarl Correy, was seated upon the table as well, right beside him. The pair talked loudly about something you couldn’t quite pick out the specifics of amongst their inebriated babblings.

You continued to watch with dissatisfaction as Ser Qarl raised a goblet of wine to you as a poor form of greeting before handing off said goblet to his drinking partner.

A few servants waited in the periphery of the scene, ready to jump in and assist the prince consort with whatever he may require at a moment’s notice. The looks on their faces ranged from neutral to weary.

“My Lord.”

Ser Laenor flinched at your bellow, but regained his composure fairly quickly. “Good morrow, Lady Tyrell!” He took another gulp of wine and before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “How fare thee? Ser Qarl and I were just breaking our fast.”

The near empty plates beside and around their seated rear ends had gone unnoticed initially. You’d been far too distracted by the notion of Princess Rhaenyra’s husband and his companion already indulging themselves at such an early hour of the morn.

Ser Laenor inquired curiously, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“I was told the Princess’s labors are drawing to a close,” you informed him neutrally. “Perhaps you might be a bit more… coherent, when you go to her?”

“... Ah, yes, yes. Of course.”

Despite your increasing irritation with the situation, you knew better than to show it. You bowed your head and gave the pair a strained smile before excusing yourself without another word.

Ironically, Ser Laenor Velaryon’s degree of interest in his family was like the weather over the sea: constantly changing with the seasons and tides.

And, for all the many things that he was, Ser Laenor Velaryon had never been a particularly attentive father- a fact that had cultivated a dangerous situation for you and the ones closest to you over the past decade.

As you made your way through the halls of the Red Keep, headed back from whence you’d come, you realized with dread that the castle had begun to awaken for the day.

You were not naive; cruel whispers had never been foreign among the halls of the Red Keep. But it appeared that the vipers had only become more venomous over time.

And those brazen whisperers had not spared you as a subject of their poisonous words.

Though… you had hoped they might have.

You were the Lady of House Tyrell, Mistress of Highgarden, Defender of the Marshes, Lady Paramount of the Reach, and Wardeness of the South. In the ten years you had taken up your family’s seat, you had come to live up to both your father and brother’s names. With your husband’s unwavering support, you worked tirelessly to ensure that you earned your right to the family titles that King Viserys had declared belonged to you. Sleepless nights preparing contracts for the crops trade, countless hours of council meetings regarding the issues facing the noble and common people, and thousands, perhaps even millions of gold dragons invested back into your homeland and the people who lived and worked there had finally begun to pay dividends.

Most of your time throughout the year was spent in the Reach, as was what you deemed necessary to adequately fulfill your obligations. You were well respected there, with only some, though plainly, expected, dissension… primarily from the likes of those who resided over in Oldtown.

You’d have been content to stay in the Reach, but your loyalty and friendship to the Princess had repeatedly called you back for visits to the capital. At first, you had been regarded with the respect you had earned over your years of service to the Reach and the Crown.

But with each passing year, the esteem the other lords and ladies placed upon you slowly began to diminish. And now, most of your noble peers did not hesitate to reveal exactly what they thought of your… circumstances.

In passing, most of them only seemed to offer you one of three looks: a look of pity, sympathy, or disgust.

Pity, for how could you have “failed to keep” your husband’s attention?

Sympathy, for how could you be held responsible for your husband’s lustful “wiles”?

And disgust, for how could you have “allowed” your vows to each other and before the gods to have been soiled so easily?

If only they knew…

…

You must have had the gods’ favor that morning, for you managed to make your way through the Red Keep without happening upon too many others. That was just as well; you’d gotten hardly any sleep the night before, and if you had to tolerate another single pitiful look at that moment, you might not have been able to properly mind your tongue.

And that would be an awful slip that neither you, your husband, nor Princess Rhaenyra could afford.

As you entered princelings’ chambers, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted with the voices that had been suspiciously absent when you’d awoken that morning.

All four of the boys had their backs turned to you as they played in front of the fire with their miniature knights and dragons. They were so consumed in their games of pretend that your sudden reappearance had gone unnoticed.

But you hadn’t gone unacknowledged by your husband.

Harwin, who had been ever so carefully watching over all four of them, saw you enter immediately. As you walked further into the room, he rose from his crouched position and gave you a soft smile. 

You watched the boys in silent amusement for a few moments before finally deciding to make your presence known. “There you are. I had wondered where the four of you might have wandered off to this morning.”

Just a few hours before, you’d been given a bit of a start. Right before the sun rose, you’d stirred from a less than pleasant sleep to find yourself alone in the room, despite having succumbed to your dreams sometime in the night to the sound of animated whispers of four young boys filling your ears. But you’d known there’d been little cause for panic; Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys seldom made a move without eyes upon them. And wherever the young princlings went, your own sons were never too far behind.

Upon hearing your voice, all four of the boys turned and lifted their heads in your direction. They smiled and rose, before bounding over to you with excitement.

“Has there been any news?” Prince Jacaerys, or Jace, as Princess Rhaenyra had nicknamed him early on in his life, asked. He was the Princess’s oldest son, and nearly ten years of age. Though being third in line for the Iron Throne would have deemed him worthy of such attention regardless, additional interest had been placed on him shortly after his birth. Prince Jacaerys had been born with dark hair and eyes; he blatantly stood out in the sea of the other Targaryens he lived amongst.

“None yet,” you answered him truthfully. Upon seeing the disappointed look on the boy’s face, you quickly promised, “But soon.”

“We went to the dragon pit this morning!” your oldest son informed you enthusiastically, coming to stand beside Jacaerys.

Derrik, despite having been named in homage to your predecessor, bore little of the physical characteristics that had been passed down through generations of House Tyrell. At nearly ten years of age as well, just a few months younger than Prince Jacaerys, you imagined that he was a spitting image of what Harwin must have looked like at that age. His grandsire, the Lord Hand Lyonel Strong, had frequently made such a comment to that extent. Derrik was already the tallest of the four boys, and had even begun to encroach upon your own height. In addition to all the other traits he took from his father, he also shared Harwin’s dark curls. But his eyes were your own, as was his generally agreeable temperament.

Upon your oldest son’s admission, you looked at Harwin with surprise and mild concern. “Did you, now?”

“Look, Lady Y/N!” Prince Lucerys bid, running to the table beside you. You hadn’t noticed the sizzling pot upon it until the youngest of the Princess’s sons called your attention to it. But you knew what it contained, even without the young boy having to remove the lid.

“Jace let me pick out the egg!” Prince Lucerys, or Luke, beamed up at you. The youngest prince was over seven years old, though closer to eight. Like his older brother, Lucerys also had dark hair and eyes. But there’d never been any doubt as to who his brother was, nor his mother- his smile mirrored Princess Rhaenyra’s perfectly.

You returned his familiar smile with genuine ease. “I see that. Well, I am certain that your little brother or sister will be very grateful, Your Graces.”

It had become a custom during King Viserys’ reign for all newborn Targaryen children to have a dragon’s egg placed in their cradle. While you were wary of Princes’ safety whilst they underwent whatever necessary to secure the egg before you now, you were relieved at the thought that Princess Rhaenyra would be spared a trip to the dragon pit. Though she was likely to be exhausted, the Princess’s stubbornness had not diminished in the slightest over the years. Both of her older son’s eggs hatched in their cradles, and there was no doubt that she would wish the same for her next child.

While the Princes smiled to each other at your praise, you almost lost your footing when the fourth boy, your youngest son, threw his arms around your waist in an impromptu hug.

The boy looked up at you with wide eyes pleadingly. “We’re sorry we didn’t wake you when we left, Mother.”

Your resolve faded; it was extremely difficult to be cross when such a look was being given to you.

Selwin, the youngest of your boys, was a few months Prince Lucerys’ junior. He had been named after Harwin’s grandsire. Despite this, and in contrast to that of his older brother, not many physical traits of House Strong were made apparent in him. In fact, your youngest son resembled your late brother Derron so greatly, you found it to be unnerving at times. Selwin, though also tall for his age, was more lean and slender than Derrik. His hair matched your own, but he had your husband’s hazel eyes. Like Harwin, it seemed that he had inherited a bit of a fiery temper… which had been discovered fairly quickly after the boy was old enough to spend time in a training yard. But, also like Harwin, Selwin treated his family and those he cared about very sweetly, and never showed them anything but the utmost kindness.

You patted Selwin’s hair soothingly as silent acceptance of his apology. In the gaggle of young babbling boys surrounding you, you had failed to realize your husband had made his way over to join you.

Harwin, dressed in his armor and gold cloak, gave you an apologetic look.

Your family’s recent trip to King’s Landing had become less of a visit, and more of an extended stay. As he usually did, upon your return to the capital, Harwin had resumed his old post as a captain within the City Watch.

But through extenuating circumstances, the Commander of the City Watch had been forced to resign recently, and King Viserys had appointed Harwin in his stead… A perk of being the son of the Hand of the King, and retaining a close friendship with Princess Rhaenyra, you supposed.

It had been an unexpected appointment, but Harwin took it in stride. Though your family would eventually depart King’s Landing, he was determined to serve dutifully until that time came. In fact, just the previous evening until early that morning, he’d been out in the city, on patrol. Despite the tiredness that you could see lingering in his eyes, you knew he’d never let it show in front of the children.

Now that the boys had greeted you, their attention quickly returned back to their games. The boys fled back their miniature knights and dragons, but you remained where you were, watching them fondly as Harwin took another step towards you.

“When I returned this morning, you were still asleep,” he explained quietly. “I thought it might be best to let you rest whilst I escorted them to the dragon pit myself.”

Before Princess Rhaenyra had begun her labors the previous evening, she had asked you and your children to keep her sons company in the princes’ chambers. She wanted Jacaerys and Lucerys to be comfortable, and more importantly, kept distracted. Your sons, who had become close companions to the princlings throughout the course of their lives, fit the bill. You’d never spoken of it with her, but you suspected the fate of her late mother was never too far from her mind. Watching over her sons while Princess Rhaenyra labored was a small price to pay for ensuring that she had some peace of mind.

You gave Harwin a small but appreciative smile. “I am surprised the boys were already awake,” you confessed. “They were talking and playing well into the night.”

All of the boys, but particularly the Princes, were ecstatic with the idea of another addition to the royal family. At some point past midnight, you’d given up on encouraging them to get some rest. They would fall asleep wherever and whenever their bodies told them too, and not a moment sooner, you had realized in defeat. While the boys had engaged in another spirited game of pretend, you had drifted away on one of the sofas.

“Well, the Princes and Derrik were awake,” Harwin recalled, somewhat hesitantly. “I may have had to stir Selwin a bit…”

You gave him a mock look of disapproval at this revelation.

“In my defense,” your husband added hastily, “He was sleeping at a rather odd angle. I feared his neck would ache and pain him this morning, if I continued to let him lie as he was.”

On the contrary, and comically so, your youngest son briefly caught the room’s attention by breaking into an energetic sprint about the room, maneuvering a toy dragon to soar through the air as he did so. Prince Lucerys was just a step behind him, flying a dragon of his own.

“Although, he certainly doesn’t look to be in any discomfort,” Harwin observed bewilderedly, letting out an amused chuckle. “... Come to think of it, I don’t believe there is much at all that is able to truly dampen his spirits.”

You accused teasingly, “He gets that from his father, you know.”

“Funny,” Harwin exhaled, looking down at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I always thought he got it from his mother.”

A comfortable moment of silence passed between you. Only the sound of the children’s laughter and the crackling of the fireplace was able to be heard.

It was an oddly peaceful moment that made it so very easy to forget that there had been any strain at all between you and Harwin as of late.

A knock on the door shattered the moment of calm.

You gave Harwin a forlorn look as you went to answer it. You opened it slowly, revealing one of Princess Rhaenyra’s handmaidens. She reported the information she’d been tasked to relay, excused herself, and you shut the door once more. When you turned around, all five of the room’s other occupants looked at you expectantly.

You announced, “The Princess has had a boy.”

All four boys broke out into cheers.

“A brother?” Lucerys exclaimed with a smile.

Derrik asked, “Is he healthy?”

“Is Mother alright?” Jacaerys added on.

Selwin demanded, “What’s his name?”

You held your hands out in a gesture you hoped would calm all of them. “I was told both the Princess and the young Prince are well. And, as for his name- I do not believe he has one yet.”

“Be patient, lads,” Harwin encouraged the Princes upon seeing their fallen faces. “I am sure your mother and your brother will join us in a few hours.”

“In the meantime, perhaps we might call for some food?” you suggested then, immediately piquing the group’s interest. “After your trek across the city this morning, I dare say the five of you must have worked up quite an appetite.”

The boys agreed, and after a servant had been called to request the meals be brought up, they returned to their games once more.

None of them noticed the uneasy look exchanged between you and Harwin.

When Princess Rhaenyra entered the room some time later, you were pleasantly surprised to see that she was accompanied by her husband. Ser Laenor looked vastly more coherent then when you last saw him. That was much to your relief, considering he was holding the newborn prince in his arms.

Harwin, who had indulged the children by participating in their most recent game, stood tall, and you rose from your seat on the sofa nearby.

Upon noticing their parents' attention had been diverted, Derrick and Selwin also rose to their feet, and quickly bowed to Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor.

You couldn’t help but smile at them, happy that despite the commotion, their manners had not been forgotten. For all the shame you had felt as of late, your two sons had never made you feel anything but pride.

“Mother!” Jacaerys greeted, swiftly rising and rushing over to the door. The other three boys were quickly on his heels. When he reached the table near the door, he removed the lid of the pot sitting atop of it, revealing the dragon egg. Crackles of embers filling the pot in the effort to keep the egg warm filled the room.

“We chose an egg for the baby,” Lucerys explained to his mother.

“Ah,” Princess Rhaenyra mused, flinching as she carefully took a step towards the sofa. “That looks like the perfect one.”

It was obvious by the Princess’s voice that she was still in great pain. You immediately grabbed two nearby cushions, fluffing and putting one upon the seat of the sofa, and the other up against the back of it. Harwin came up from behind the both of you and offered her an arm, which she took gratefully, before cautiously lowering herself down onto the sofa.

Jacaerys lightly swatted his younger brother’s curious hands away from the egg, and your own children leant closer to it as they tried to get a better look.

“Not everyday an egg leaves the dragon pit, Princess,” Harwin informed her. “I thought it best to escort the lads.”

Princess Rhaenyra smiled at him genuinely. “Laenor and I thank you, Commander.”

“Another boy, we heard,” you chimed in. You lowered yourself onto the sofa beside the Princess slowly, so as not to disturb or cause her additional pain. “Congratulations, Your Grace.”

Princess Rhaenyra looked at you with a veiled expression and gave you an appreciative nod. She was clearly tired, and in decent discomfort, as was to be expected. But there was still a sheen layer of sweat upon her face, meaning that either the midwives had not bothered to wipe her brow, or something else had happened more recently that had caused her to strain herself further.

You suspected the latter.

“Might I?” Harwin asked Ser Laenor, his eyes darting downwards towards the babe in the prince consort’s arms.

Princess Rhaenyra turned away from you. To her husband, she said, “Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey.”

Joffrey.

You took care to hide any facial response you might have had to the announcement of the newest prince’s name. A well enough name, you supposed, but it was greatly unlike the names of his older brothers. It didn’t take much thought to surmise who the responsible party must have been. Come to think of it, the name sounded awfully familiar…

Ser Laenor nodded understandingly. “Of course.”

Harwin gently took the newborn prince from the other man’s arms. Despite everything, as Harwin smiled down at Prince Joffrey and began to bounce him lightly, you couldn’t help but feel warmness begin to stir in your heart. Seeing Harwin with a babe in his broad and protective arms reminded you very much of when your own children were that young. It was a sight which you were unsure if you would ever witness again.

“Father?” Lucerys asked Ser Laenor, “Please, may I hold Joffrey?”

“No, no, no,” Ser Laenor said, patiently, but firmly. As the second-born prince made grabbing hands at the babe in Harwin’s arms, Ser Laenor had little choice but to calmly redirect him, and his elder brother, towards the door. “Back to the dragon pit for you two, before they send out a search party.”

The Princes grumbled as they were led out of the room.

You looked at Derrik and Selwin, and asked them both pointedly, “It is about time you both reported to your tutors for the day, don’t you think?”

Your sons also grumbled in protest. Thankfully, your husband caught on to your not so subtle hint at once, and he gently deposited Prince Joffrey back into Princess Rhaenyra’s awaiting arms.

“Come now, lads,” he beckoned Derrik and Selwin, before placing guiding hands on their shoulders. As he led them towards the door, he continued, “Let the Princess rest. We shall see your mother later.”

Harwin’s eyes lingered on you as he closed the door. You gave him a grateful look before he disappeared from view.

Once you were finally alone with the Princess, your focus was able to be solely put on her and the babe.

“How was it?” you dared to ask, though you knew her answer.

Princess Rhaenyra deadpanned. “A perfectly pleasant experience, as it always is.”

It was quiet for a moment, before you both let out a few hearty laughs. But when Princess Rhaenyra abruptly hissed in pain, you sat up straight.

“What is it?” you demanded worriedly, reaching out to support her hold on Prince Joffrey if needed.

The Princess gritted her teeth. “‘Tis nothing,” she attempted to dismiss your concern. “... It seems I have simply overexerted myself.”

“Then let me take him,” you offered readily, glancing down at the newborn prince in her arms. “Or, I can call for the wetnurse, if you’d prefer.”

“No, no,” the Princess insisted. “It is not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Princess Rhaenyra’s eyes never left the babe when she spoke next. Perhaps it was in an effort to keep herself composed. In the years since you had both become mothers, you had noticed it was nearly impossible for the Princess to be in a foul mood whenever she was around her sons. She loved them deeply. They gave her great joy, and, to put it simply, she was completely devoted to each of them.

“The Queen requested that Joffrey be brought to her at once.”

You blinked. “Now?”

“No. After. Laenor and I have just come from her chambers.”

Your brows furrowed. “... Surely you do not mean-”

“But I do.”

“Gods.”

The thought of Princess Rhaenyra, minutes after giving birth, being forced to walk the halls of the Red Keep to present her newborn son before Queen Alicent was appalling. You wanted to believe it was a joke, but you severely doubted that Princess Rhaenyra would ever jest about such a thing. And the hardened look in her eyes confirmed to you that it was anything but.

You leaned closer to her, attempting to get a better look at the babe you had yet to hold. “Why in the Seven Hells would she-”

Prince Joffrey fussed slightly, causing the blanket he was wrapped in to shift. The fabric around his head fell, revealing a crown of dark brown hair.

You fell silent.

Princess Rhaenyra quickly adjusted the blanket, covering the babe’s head once more. But the damage had been done.

“... I suppose the blood on his father’s side runs strong,” you found yourself commenting tactfully, referring to Princess Rhaenys’ brunette locks.

Princess Rhaenyra laughed once, shortly, and looked thankful for having been offered an out. But she said nothing further after that, choosing instead to focus back on the squirming child in her arms.

A very uncomfortable silence took over the room, and the pair of you had no choice but to endure it.

Later that night, you laid in bed, wide awake and restless, staring blankly up towards the ceiling of your chambers as your own thoughts tormented you.

…Another princeling born bearing little resemblance to that of his father… more fuel for the fire… those reprehensible whispers that you now knew would never cease…

The only person in the world with whom you wanted to talk to about your thoughts and feelings was lying right beside you. But he was fast asleep, and despite everything, you did not have the heart to wake him.

If sleep claimed you that night, you do not recall it.

…

Little did you know, Harwin had not slept that night, either.

Like you, his own thoughts only ever came back to two things… the third princeling born with hair and eyes unlike either of his parents… and the cruel rumors swirling about the Red Keep that he knew would only become more twisted because of it.

The following morning, you found both of your sons awake in their chambers.

You entered without announcing yourself, genuinely curious about the scene that awaited.

Selwin was already dressed and sporting his training armor. As he fought an invisible enemy with an invisible weapon of his choice on one side of the room, Harwin was assisting Derrik with securing the last few straps of his breastplate on the other side.

Once Harwin was satisfied with his work, he looked at the armor appraisingly. Your son looked up at him patiently, and somewhat timidly, waiting for his father’s opinion.

“It looks as though you’ll need some bigger armor soon, at the rate you’re growing,” Harwin decided, causing Derrik to smile widely. The pride was very evident in your husband’s voice. As Selwin suddenly ran past them, Harwin fondly rustled his hair in passing, and added, “You too, lad.”

You couldn’t help but beam at the scene.

Harwin had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water. He’d always been fiercely protective of his younger brother and sisters, and when it came to you and your children, it was no different. He’d been hands on with their learning and training since the day they were born, as had you. It hadn’t always been easy, but you had no doubt that there was no other man in the Seven Kingdoms that you would have wanted to raise your boys with.

Though initially you’d both been nervous at the prospect of parenthood, it was later proved that neither of you had any need to worry. Your children loved you as much as you loved them; and in turn, they’d always been decently behaved. In due time, they’d make fine lords in their own right.

“I can’t wait to take on Prince Aemond!” Selwin declared excitedly.

You weren’t sure why he had called out that young Prince specifically, but you made a mental note to speak with him about it later.

Derrik countered with a disapproving frown, “Prince Aemond is several years older than you.” He was right. Prince Aemond was closest in age to Jacaerys and himself, but even so, the Queen’s second son was still older than both of them.

“But we’re about the same size. I’d be more than a fair match!” Selwin argued lightly. He looked up at your husband with pleading eyes, giving him the same look the boy had given you the day before. “Please, Father? Can I spar with the Prince?”

Harwin sighed, and shook his head regretfully. “Sorry lad, but you know the rules. You are to sit and watch- and only watch- until the Princes’ training is done. I’ll work with the both of you after that.”

“But we’ve trained with Jace and Luke before!” Selwin protested.

“Aye, and that is only because the Princess Rhaneyra gave you permission to do so,” Harwin reminded him patiently. “The Queen has not given you such permission. Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond are to have more attentive instruction… as they deserve.”

Selwin did not look too happy, but he relented nonetheless.

“Besides,” Derrik said to his younger brother then, “You know Mother doesn’t like us sparring with the Queen’s sons.”

“She worries too much,” Selwin denounced.

“Come now,” Harwin frowned disapprovingly at the boys. “Your mother has every right to worry about you, as do I.”

Derrik and Selwin looked up at their father, slightly taken aback by the seriousness of his tone.

“What I am about to say is not meant to scare you, but it’s about time that the two of you hear it,” Harwin cautioned them. He let out a small sigh as he visibly contemplated his next words. “... Those around you, especially those here in the Red Keep, may treat the two of you with respect, but that is only because your station commands it. Some of them may even be pleasant enough to you… But that does not mean that they will have your best interests in mind, or that they are able to be trusted.”

Though he had prefaced his warning, your sons still looked alarmed by the gravity of Harwin’s words. You didn’t relish in the fact that they seemed scared, but it was necessary.

The plot against you the night before your wedding; the scheme devised to swindle your birthright out from underneath you… Ten years had passed since both had occurred, and you had no more answers now than you did back then. Over the years, you’d wondered if your brother Derron had been able to uncover any more information into either of those matters, particularly in regards to those who may have been orchestrators…

But if Derron had discovered anything, that knowledge had died with him.

With the exception of the gossip swirling about the Red Keep, neither you nor Harwin had been the target of any further conspiracies since then. But just because an enemy was dormant, that did mean that the threat was at bay. You had children now, and the reality of the situation was that you and Harwin were more vulnerable now than ever before.

Noting the sudden fear on the boys’ faces, Harwin placed one hand on each of their shoulders comfortingly. “But you can always trust that your mother and I will look out for you,” Harwin promised them, smiling softly. “And that is why we worry. That is why we want you to study, so that you might become wise, and be one step ahead of anyone else who may target you. That is why we want you to train, so should the situation ever call for it, you will know how to defend yourself.”

Derrik and Selwin looked up at their father with large eyes as they clung on to his each and every word.

“Do you understand?” he coaxed.

The boys nodded eagerly. “Yes, Father.”

You decided that that was the best time as any to make your appearance known. You stepped further into the room, putting a smile on your face as you did so. “Good morning.”

“Mother!”

You braced yourself, and smartly so, as your boys rushed over to hug you. You laughed and patted their backs lightly; the metal of the small armor was still cold to the touch. “Look at the two of you… You look as though you're ready to go man the Wall!”

“We’d never go that far away, Mother!” Derrik corrected quickly.

“Good,” you affirmed. “I’d miss you both terribly.”

“Run along to the training yard, lads,” Harwin suggested then, his eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Derrik and Selwin gave the pair of you knowing smiles before promptly heeding their father’s suggestion.

“Be careful!” you called after them cautiously, though only half-heartedly.

The sounds of the boys’ laughter slowly dissipated the further they ran down the corridor. When it was just the two of you left in the room, you turned to Harwin expectantly.

You weren’t sure what look you anticipated him to have, but it definitely wasn’t the one upon his face at that moment. Sadness lingered in his eyes… or perhaps guilt.

“Might we talk?” he asked, nervousness and uncertainty plain in his voice. It reminded you faintly of when you’d first met him, “Later, I mean. Over supper, perhaps?”

You did have a great deal to talk about. “Of course… That sounds quite lovely, actually. I’d like that very much.”

Relief visibly washed over Harwin’s face at your agreeable response. He nodded firmly once, though it looked like it was more to reassure himself than to confirm anything to you, and went to leave.

You stood still, expecting him to walk by without another word to follow your sons to the training yard, as promised. But instead, Harwin came to a halt beside you. You looked up at him curiously, your guard slightly raised.

Harwin leaned down and placed the lightest of kisses upon your forehead. Any emotional shield you tried to craft crumbled at the simple but extremely meaningful action. Despite his gentleness, you could feel the emotional depth behind it. Your heart lurched at the feeling of his lips upon your skin, and you found yourself feeling remorse when he slowly pulled away.

“I shall see you tonight, My Love.”

And with that, he left.

It was only when the room was quiet and still that you breathed out your response, despite the fact that there was not a single soul around to hear it.

“Until tonight, Dearest.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part 2 will be posted this Thursday, 11/1. If I remember, I’ll try to post a link to it here. Either way, I’ll make sure it is added to the masterlist. I hope you all have a wonderful week!🖤

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Okay Polly. You can do this. Just walk out on that soundstage. And, i dunno, act?

Dear lord this is like third grade talen show all over again. Only this time I don't have Hugh to dig the hole.

......

The filming... actually turned out okay? It was pretty standard fare hero schlock but ah well.

And hey, i actually have a fan!

Hmmm this is going straight into my veins.

Dont tell my mom.

Your lucky I've had my lemonade hit today old man.

Welp. Guess I'm a move star now.

hehe.

Oh shoot it's dark. Uhhh is Pop Roxie still running his boat? I did say I was gonna do all the gym matches so I kinda gotta go to Castelia right? Hnngh maybe I'll come back to do more films later?

At least after getting a set of wings or something to get here and back again in a jiffy.

I wind up running to the pier in the rain.

Okay Hugh I'm here, sorry I took so long. See there was this bald guy with a really unfotunate name and-

Whaaaats going on here?

What like.... like the terrorist group? I mean lets not jump the gun here Roxie. I mean just cause theyre dressed kinda funny doesn't mean we can just jump to conclusion. Besides even if they WERE Team Plasma they wouldn't just admit to it. Nobodys that-

... Wow okay so... you guys are like... actually that dumb then?

Look I- No I get you wanna make some big dramatic speech but I- Stop cutting me off you RUDE LITTLE-

Hugh, baby, do NOT cut the Polly off when shes speaking! You know what happened in third grade.

Anyway Hugh goes off on this whole hate filled speech about how much these guys suck. And I expected some kinda edgy response but instead.

Home slice. You were chased... by Lillipup? Dude I hit a Lillipup with a bike when I was, like, five and it was flattened like a pancake. Sure, I got banned from riding for, like, ten years but my point is that anyone who runs from a Lillipup, a Lillipup right?, has no right joining a terrorist organization.

God its the third grade all over again.

Hope you have a shovel Hugh.

Oh sweetie.

We're gonna bury you.

Plasma Grunt sent out a Patrat against Bentley and you can just tell that Bentley has a chip on his shoulder over the Gym battle because hes raring to go. Patrat starts with bide after Bentley wraps him up, after that I had Bentley use growth while Patrat stored energy. Next round Patrat releases the energy and Bentley hit him with vine whip. That combined with wrap gets the little rat int he red. Patrat manages to forestall hi defeat with detect but one return later and its over.

After defeating the Patrat Bentley learns Leaf Tornado.

The Plasma grunt and his buddies have enough sense to run off before we can really get going and run for their lives.

Its okay Hugh you didn't have a shovel anyway.

Uh... Pretty sure thats a YOU job? Your the gym leader here.

However Roxie gives me the HM for Cut before running off.

Well Hugh guess we have a free HM now soooooo

Deep inhale through nose

Yeah okay.

Your lucky were friends Hugh.

The things I do for friendship.

Thats what I DOING! GAWD

Look its not like we're even going to find them! If they're really in a terrorist cell theres no way they're just going to be standing out in the open like a jackass saying "Come and get me Polly"

.... Bentley.

Go loose buddy.

Hey look its a purrloin.

And now its dead.

Just like old times. Old times being, like, the day before yesterday. Or whatever.

Aaaand the Plasma grunt runs away.

Hugh get her!

I... you... She ran RIGHT PAST YOU!

YOU HAVE A PIG WHO BREATHES FIRE!

wHaT... i DONt.... THIS IF YOUR VENDETTA!

oh please do tell

Okay she said they have a boat. Castelia City has a port. Hmm Okay.

I... we were JUST there Hugh! We'd have been better off just waiting in Virbank for them to come back and then jumping out at them from behind a trash can! Or dragging them into an alley to get info or something!

Arceus Dammit Hugh! This is YOUR revenge quest! I'm just tagging along cause Prof. Juniper asked me to complete... the... pokedex....

You know what Hugh, you uh, you go on ahead. I have some stuff I gotta... take... care of....

Shit shit shit how many pokemon do I have to catch?!

Ran into a shaking bush and caught an audino on the way to the pokemon center. Shove THAT into the PC for now, what else....

Route 19... Route 19 gotta start with route 19. Habitat mode dont fail me now!

GOT IT!

YOU. IN BALL. NOW

DANGIT YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN THE BALL

ARIES GT OUT THERE AND PARALYZE THAT CRETIN!

YES

IN BALL

CAUGHT

MOVING ON

DAMMIT OF COURSE THE FIRST PURRLOIN I FIND HAS LIMBER

AAAAAAAHHHHH

[marvus-xoloto]

Can perhaps write mallek and/or lanque with a sick troll s/o who is just completely fucking miserable when sick??

So sorry I'm late anon; I wanted to finish up my last WIP before getting into another. I hope you're feeling better!! I wrote a silly little Mallek drabble FOR YOU! I am also residenting absolute evil when I'm sick, so I totally get it <3 This was a super fun lil fic to write, thanks for the prompt!! EDIT: Sorry, I missed the troll part of this ask! I really don't write that for future reference, unless it's either a headcanons only post (i.e. not fic) or canon chara x canon chara.

Osmosis Jones Was Blue, Too | G | 1426 words | AO3 link

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It's a well known fact that an object in motion stays in motion. What they don't tell you is: an object at rest is rarely allowed to stay resting.

You, however, have found your ace in the hole, your golden ticket: the word sick? Hell, even just the implication: it always brings the conversation to a grinding halt.

POLYPA: hey * me and tegs are * having movie night * POLYPA: subs * not dubs * YOU: Sorry Polypa, but I don't think that's a very good idea... POLYPA: i think it's * a great idea * POLYPA: do you know * how hard * it is to get * teg to agree * to * subs * YOU: I think I'm getting sick :(

Bam. Nipped that right in the bud.

VIKARE: ~ Heigh-ho old chum! ~ VIKARE: ~ How fares the winds your way? ~ YOU: Not great. I feel like teeth are growing in my throat and my nose is runny and dry. VIKARE: ~ Ah, yes, the dentification of the swallow collumn. We've all been there sport chin up.~ VIKARE: ~ And my word guy have I got some advice for you! ~ MSPAR: I think it's just, you know... VIKARE ~ Hey now chum why the sudden reticence? ~ YOU: The "s" word... you know... VIKARE: ~ What on Globgolyb's shifting seas man you put that word away. ~ YOU: I'm S VIKARE: ~Cease this at once. ~ YOU: i VIKARE: ~ Skies above! You don't have to do this!~ YOU: ck :( VIKARE: ~You WHAT!~ - VIKARE'S HUSKTOP HAS EXPLODED -

Second time proves the hypothesis.

Zebruh: ♦️ Good evening, my lovely, hornless friend. ♦️ Zebruh: I saw the video of you and the Grandmaster on chitter earlier this evening. Zebruh: Might I say you managed to look raidant. ♣️ Well, as radiant as one can next to the splendor that is Marvus Xoloto? ♣️ YOU: Gee, thanks for the neg. It's not just my legs that are running... Zebruh: Ahem. ♠️ Pardon? ♠️ MSPAR: Would you like a sinus infection, free of charge? Zebruh: Depends, ♦️ which sinus? ♦️ YOU: I'm sick, dunkass

Even though he seems to be feeling particularly conciliatory this evening, Zebruh hasn't responded to you in the twenty minutes that have passed since you dropped the dreaded S word.

But, ah here's the tricky part.

MALLEK: yo; MALLEK: sup; MALLEK: hey; MALLEK: i know you = there; MALLEK: i can see you through my viewfinder; you really need to update your passwords; MALLEK: wait; MALLEK: forget i said that; MALLEK: you = uh; typing a lot; MALLEK: i have a keylogger on your palmhusk; MALLEK: that = less creepy and invasive; MALLEK: right? YOU: No, not really. MALLEK: damn it; MALLEK: well i can see you through my viewfinder; MALLEK: and you look different; YOU: Yeah? Like what you see? MALLEK: did you secretly start the cyborgization process? YOU: Yes. That is definitely what's happening. MALLEK: without me :( MALLEK: actually can you ignore the frowny face; YOU: What frowny face? MALLEK: heh; MALLEK: so seriously; what = with the new look;

Ah. How do you drop the news without halting this conversation in its tracks?

YOU: Okay. YOU: Promise you won't freak out. MALLEK: "freaking out" =! in my vocabulary babe; YOU: I have noticed that trolls really do not like this word. MALLEK: uh-oh; MALLEK: = the word "intimacy" or "self-reflection?" YOU: Self-reflection is two words, Mallek. MALLEK: so; who = it exactly that you = getting intimate with; YOU: Besides you? This box of tissues is really getting a run for its money. MALLEK: heh; nice; MALLEK: i usually use a sock; YOU: OKAY?? That is not what I meant. GOD!

If you weren't flushed already from being sick, you are now.

MALLEK: okay; i = lost now; YOU: I just want to remind you that "freaking out" is not in your vocabulary. MALLEK: that = also two words; YOU: Yes. Glad we're on the same page. YOU: I am. YOU: Not. YOU: Unsick? MALLEK: what; YOU: I'm sick, okay?? And I'm miserable and nobody seems to care. MALLEK: i wish you would have told me; MALLEK: i could have spent more time with you; MALLEK: :( MALLEK: don't ignore that emoji; YOU: Sad face. Noted. MALLEK: should i get a hold of that rustie; MALLEK: you know; the one with the shovel? YOU: Unless he's the sole provider of benadryl and chicken soup on this planet, I think we can leave Fozzer out of this one.

And like that, the theory is concluded. Mallek does not text you back. You make a few silly faces into the view finder, but even that doesn't entice him to talk to you.

Frowny face. Not noted. Sigh.

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You only realize you've been dozing when a knock at your door wakes you up. The fatigue is like a physical thing, a weighted blanket sewn into your body.

The knocking is mostly a formality; each strike against the wood pulp sends the door rattling forward a few centimeters. This unexpected guest must be a friend.

But, as you open the door, a scream builds up in you so intense that you just. Scream. There's nothing poetic about it. It's been a long time since you've seen ET, but you do know "aliens" and "the dominant population, now in a hazmat suit" is never a meet cute.

"Who is in here!" you shout on instinct. You grab a paper cup of water and throw it at the intruder. It splashes harmlessly against their hazmat suit.

"Whoa! Hey!" calls a muffled but distinctly masculine voice from within. It gives you pause for all of about five seconds; why do they sound so familiar? Until the six foot long forceps come out.

"Get the hell," you pause to wipe your runny nose on your sleeve, and then cough for good measure, "away from me!"

It doesn't work; the forceps are headed your way. They grab you expertly by your midsection, you you simply flail around until you flop on the ground. Like a rabid fish out of water. The intruder gets in your space. You stick your middle finger up at them.

Then you kick them square in the belly.

They makes a noise like "oooaauuugh," and then "damn, you kick hard. It's me!"

Mallek unzips the front of his ventilation hood; beneath he is wearing an n-95 mask with the zig-zag of scorist. How did he get that on such short notice?

"What are you doing here?" you ask as he zips his hood back up. If you weren't out of breath from your stuffed up nose, you certainly are now after the fucking alien escape olympics.

"If I tell you, promise not to kick me again?"

"No," you say through a wry smile.

"Well then, maybe this will explain it." He sets down a lock box of some sort, roughly the size of a six pack. He fiddles with the top for a moment before it lets out a beep, and then the lid opens with an outpouring of steam. He takes the forceps again, uses them to remove the contents, and then sends them your way.

A perfect, plastic bowl of chicken soup, a two pack of pink and green sludge that you suspect is Alternian day and nyquil respectively, and a cellophane package of spoon, salt, and pepper is thrust your way.

"I'm the sole provider of chicken soup and benadryl on this planet," Mallek says, full of lumpy pride in his ill fitting hazmat suit.

Oh, he wasn't freaking out because you're sick. He's freaking out because he isn't 100% your sole provider, and also anxiously desperate to prove how much you need him.

"Nerd," you say, throwing the cellophane wrapper at him. It sails about two inches through the air before floating pathetically to the fround.

Well, shit. You're floating pathetically down, too.

You eat your chicken soup on the group, Mallek hovering over you from six feet away. Every cough and sniffle sends him lurching for the door; you make sure to do it as often as you can.

About halfway through your soup, Mallek asks, "are you going to die?"

The only part of his face you can see are his eyes, as large and shiny as porcelain plates.

Only Mallek can out-drama you regarding your own illness.

"Yes," you say. His face crumples even as you smile.

"Is the soup helping? I made it myself."

"Hm," you slurp your way through a thought. Surely, for all the mess and nastiness in his kitchen, he must have invented some super strain of anti-sickess, alien mold by now, right?

Mallek keeps staring at you with his big ol' eyes.

You smile. "Feeling better already."

[highmarc]

Old friends gather at Three Broomsticks and MC tells them about their greatest achievement…

They’re officially an auror.  

Pt 3. // Amit and Garreth

Love Amit and Garreth, guys. They deserve more love. I do hope my grammar didn't go stupid here. I'll fix typos later, if there are any

Amit

Amit: MC! It’s been ages since we last met!

MC: Amit! *smiles happily and gives him a bear hug* You’re... taller now.

Amit: Oh, we all change. Shall we? *invites MC to take a seat*

MC: So… How do you fare? And how’s your research?

Amit: Oooh, it’s great. And I’m doing great! In fact, I’ve got something here for you.

MC: Oh, you don’t-

Amit: Here you go! *gives MC a book – in it is his first research*

MC: Amit! It’s wonderful! I-I… Congratulations!

Amit: Open it. *smiles*

MC: *opens the book and reads the preface* Wait… Amit, you meant it back then?

Amit: I did. Now more stargazers will know your name. You’ve been a great source of inspiration for me.

MC: Oh, you’re flattering me! *blushes*

Amit: In fact, I thought how great it would be to finally share my findings with those who care. You showed me that there are fellow stargazers who can share my interests.

MC: I… You know, I still have that old telescope.

Amit: That’s something! But enough about me. Sure you can share the stories of your adventures with me?

MC: Oh, I’m afraid I can’t. I just didn’t have any adventures in a while.

Amit: How so? I thought you liked going on adventures - exploring caves and retrieving goblin plans-

MC: *giggles* Oh, it all seems like it was a thousand years ago. I’ve been busy. Unsurprisingly.

Amit: So what have you been doing all this time?

MC: You see, I’m an auror now. So you probably know what I 've been doing.

Amit: Ah! Congratulations to you! Butterbeer’s on me then. You deserve it even more than me now. Because I’ve heard so much about auror training. Mostly scary things. Like duelling in complete darkness.

MC: It’s not like typical duelling, but yes, some parts of the training were challenging.

Amit: Now I can sleep soundly at night – I know you will protect us all from those dark wizards.

MC: Amit, you sound as if they’re lurking in the bushes everywhere!

Amit: Wait, they aren’t?

Garreth

Garreth: So, what do you think?

MC: It’s so fizzy! And I like how sour complements that sweet taste. It’s wonderful.

Garreth: I even have an official name for this one. “Fwoopie”.

MC: *giggles* You know, it reminded me of our first potions class. When we were fifth years.

Garreth: Oh, that was quite something. I asked you for some fwooper feathers back then.

MC:  So, “Fwoopie” does come from “fwooper”?

Garreth: You got me, ha-ha! The drink is as mind-blowing as that potions class. Hence the name.

MC: I really like it.

Garreth: Wait until it becomes even more popular than butterbeer itself!

MC: Looking forward to it. Then I can have an autographed bottle of “Fwoopie” from Garreth Weasley himself!

Garreth: Well, I can sign it for you right now. But you’ll have to tell me where you’ve been all this time. Two owls in three years is… a worrying sign indeed. I began to think you ended up in a dragon’s belly with your love for dangers and adventures.

MC:  I couldn’t write often.

Garreth: So a dragon did swallow you… *giggles*

MC: No, nothing like that. All these years I’ve been training. To become an auror.

Garreth: You what?

MC: I’m an auror now. This is why we’re here. I wanted to gather all my friends and maybe tell them-

Garreth: I don’t even know what to say. Congratulations to you! It must have been fun.

MC: Fun is a relative term, Garreth.

Garreth: I know, I know. Tell me more about your training! Maybe I shall pass it…

MC: Oh I can see it – mighty Garreth throwing bottles of explosive “Fwoopies” in dark wizards’ faces.

Garreth: This is what I’m talking about!  

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 11- Part 10

And the worst part of all of that? No dice, no other paths to take. Well, alright, let’s try going back around to find-

WAIT, ANOTHER TRAINER-!?

No! I’m trying to do something here!! Where did you even come from!?

Oh for- go! Shoo! Outta here!

Okay- seriously, how old is the player character supposed to be, here? Legit, I looked up stuff because this is starting to get a little ridiculous-

Seems like in most American places (courtesy of Amtrack), “adult” fares apply to people 13 years and older. However, in Europe, there’s a “child” age range for tickets and…”youth” range tickets? And for the latter, it’s highly dependent on country, like- in the UK it’s 16-25, in France it’s 12-25, in Italian it’s 15-29, etc. And then we look at Japan, where one can be eligible for adult tickets at a similar age, at 12 at the youngest! 

Is this game saying that this person- this person-

-could potentially be as young as 12 years old??? Is that how I’m meant to take dialogue like this?? What is this, JoJo???

Granted, I highly doubt that was intentional, I’m sure the character is meant to be like…an older teenager at the youngest, if not an actual young adult (the latter of which being how I’ve been seeing Xera, as you’ve probably gathered). But with so many NPCs referring to the avatar being younger or even a “kid”- it gets a bit twisted, is all I’m saying, especially with no canon ages (I’m guessing).

Ah, anyways-

Running around Peridot Ward a little bit, and…oh yeah, there were more train tracks! Some of them led east, but I never followed them because I was worried they’d lead somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be yet.

Well, uh- no use avoiding them now. Adventure and exploration, here we come!!

…Oh…we’re gonna have to battle that guy, aren’t we? And given we’re in Peridot Ward, he’s gonna have some low-level Pokémon, isn’t he?

We got a Cheri Berry tho-

Alright, let’s bite the bullet.

aaaaaaaaah-

aaaaAAAAAaaaah-

That might be a hint to the Teddiursa event, but too bad, we’ve already caught it! Back to the right we go-

A…Purple Shard? That’s a new one- last I checked, it’s always just been Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue. Its description doesn’t seem different from the other Shard variants, so- hm.

Anyways, out of the tunnel we go-

Oooh, here we are, back in Opal Ward! And if we keep going right even more, to this other entrance- will it be? Is it true?

It is! Hello again, Underground Railnet!

And look at that, the tunnel has blessed us with a new item as reward for finally finding our way inside here! Now, let’s get to some proper exploration, at last.

…That, uh…that rock there…that’s not what I think it is, is it…?

…It’s a Rock Smash rock. We can’t get past this side of the Railnet, either. We…need the TMX for Rock Smash to do anything here.

Okay. Okay, fine! Fine, game! I didn’t really wanna explore the Underground Railnet anyways! I don’t need the Railnet right now, we caught ourselves a Noibat, that’s all we need anyways!!

We also need this Egg to hatch, because even after all this, it still hasn’t yet-

But it looks like it’s getting really close. Heading back to Obsidia Ward and doing a little more running around should clear out those last Egg cycles, yeah?

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[deus-ex-mona]

Sister⇔Change!: Chapter 7

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previous part (chapter 6)

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After the read-through for the drama had ended—

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Next up on my agenda is a meeting and a rehearsal for a fashion show, right…?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): Big Sis’s schedule is way too tough…

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I can’t say that my training and dance lessons aren’t as tiring as this, huh…)

Mona (in Sena’s body):  Wait, hold on a sec! I haven’t returned to my own body yet!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (What do I do if I can’t return to my body as mona before my live…?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Will Big Sis have to perform onstage in my stead?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I know the show won’t flop if Big Sis is the one performing… But it’ll still be frustrating if I can’t be the one to perform…!)

Mona (in Sena’s body): Did Big Sis feel this way too when she saw me off for work…?

Mona (in Sena’s body): Wait, it’s already gotten this late?! Oh no! Rehearsals are about to begin…!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I absolutely can’t be late! I gotta hurry…!)

Yujiro: Eh?

Mona (in Sena’s body): Yujiro?! O-outta my way~!

Yujiro: …!

Mona (in Sena’s body): Eek!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Ouch… I rammed into Yujiro at full force… How’s he faring…?)

Yujiro: That hurt… Hey, watch where you’re going when you run… Wait.

Mona (in Sena’s body): (What a relief. He doesn’t seem to be hurt… I should apologise for my carelessness…)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (H-huh? My head feels woozy… My consciousness is—)

Aizo: O-oi! Are you okay?!

Yujiro: Narumi… wait, no…

Yujiro: You’re mona… aren’t you?

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Ah, that’s… my name…)

Mona: Ah! What about my rehearsals…?!

Mona: Huh? I’m in my room…? How come…?

Mona: (Huh…? The one reflected in the mirror… is definitely me.)

Mona: (Wait, does that mean… all of it… was just a dream?)

Mona: Haah~, thank goodness…!

Mona: (The thought about wanting to live as Narumi Sena did cross my mind, but living as myself is definitely the best life for me…)

Mona: (This way, I’ll be able to perform onstage too…)

Mona: Wait a min! My live’s today! I don’t have the time to space out like this!

Sena: Mona, you have a live today, don’t you? Take care and have a good day ahead!

Mona: Yup! But you don’t hafta worry about me, Big Sis. You should get ready yourself!

Mona: You’ll be busy with stuff like a magazine interview, a photoshoot, and a read-through for a drama, won’t you?!

Sena: Eh? How did you know?

Mona: Uh… W-well…

Sena: Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. My schedule changed, so everything starts in the afternoon now.

Sena: I won’t be able to watch you perform, but do your best, okay?!

Mona: …Yup! I’ll be sure to enjoy myself.

Mona: (If this had happened in the recent past… I’d prolly be leaving the house visibly depressed after reading those hate comments.)

Mona: (But I won’t pay them any mind anymore. There’s a side of me that I want everyone to see…)

Mona: (So I’ll stand onstage as the cute idol mona!)

Mona: I’ll be off!

mona: Thanks for coming today, you guys! Let’s have a ton of fun, shall we?!

mona: (I’ll stand up straight and look straight ahead… and I’ll show everyone a smile!)

mona: (I gotta work tirelessly with all I’ve got if I want others to feel like rooting for me!)

mona: (Maybe swapping bodies with Big Sis in my dream turned out to be a good experience after all.)

mona: Fall in love with me! More! Look at me! More!

mona: (I won’t cower in fear from anyone’s gazes anymore. I wanna continue to be mona, the idol who’s able to give dreams to everyone.)

Male Fan: monaaa! I love you~!

Female Fan: Look my way!

mona: (The whole place is filled with penlights… it’s so pretty…)

mona: (All of my fans who’re here at this moment are the ones who are granting me this scenery…)

mona: If I stand here, everyone will be here for me.

mona: (To think that this many people are supporting me with their smiles and warm words…!)

mona: Here I go!

mona: (I’m so happy to be an idol…)

mona: (I really do want to… shine as “mona”, just the way I am!)

mona: And in return, I’ll “blow you a kiss packed full of love”.

mona: And then! I’ll send you a mona beam filled with love!

[demon-blood-youths]

Into the Dragon's Den Part 2: Marked || A Medival Fantasy Drabble

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Hi everyone, this is part 2 on Into Dragon's Den: Marked. This is for my lovely friend @the-silver-peahen-residence, This drabble is considered a medieval AU for our muses; Rust Knight, my OC and Davion, a canon muse that rp partner rps as.

If you haven't read part 1 yet, here it is: Into The Dragon's Den Part 1: Fire and Blood

After this, I might be thinking if this is it or if should I make part 3? Please don't get your hopes up if part 3 isn't coming soon. Who knows! I might write it or not.

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rough NSFW content

Mature Content

Grammatical error

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Note: This drabble contains nudity, nsfw and mature content. Please do not read if you can't handle or under 18.

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After the fight, the red humanoid dragon Davion won over Rust and now has plans for this little knight. Taking him as his treasure. How would Rust fare under this dragon's might.

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Rust never thought he fought a dragon that turns into a human! Or rather a half-dragon. No, he says he's both! Ugh! Why does it matter?! He never thought the dragon would be doing something like this. "Aaaaah....you dammmmn dragon bastard. What are you doing?!" He is pinned down by the dragon on top of his hoard. The hoard was filled with some gems, gold, carpeting, and other valuables.

His chest armor plates were taken off, and the plates and chainmail protecting his groin and waist were gone. Parts of his armor are scattered around the cave. His clothes underneath were torn revealing his bare chest, and waist. Only his gauntlets, fan pans, and greaves remain on his body.

It's like opening a treasure chest. Revealing the knight's bare body is a sight to behold underneath that armor that is hiding it. The blond's expression is so cute. The dragon can't wait to ravish him.

Right now, his chest is being played with, his pecs are being fondled by scaly claws, and his nipples are being pinched and licked. Rust gasps when he feels bites and nips onto his chest as he winces.

"Like I said, you're part of my hoard now."

"Are...you crazy?! I'm a knight...not a damn princess!" Rust goes to thrash. But hs is being pinned down by his claw, holding him by the neck. He can feel his tail and his pointy tail trailing his body down to underneath pants. His face blushed pink when he felt the scales across his length.

"F-fuck....wait.." Not only he is a dragon that is humaniod, he can transform into a human and he got beaten by this guy. Now what he is planning to do him?! What the hell?!

"You're right, my little treasure. A knight fitting for me." The dragon demon lick his lips.

"Fuuuck off! Let me go or else I will slay you!" Rust yelled as he tries to struggle but then he gasps when something is touching his lenght. The dragon is now stroking his cock with his hand. "H-hey- hnnng. Ack..stop that!" Rust winced.

"Why should I when you are clearly hard down there." He begins to stroke his cock. Rust became startled feeling his own lenght and the state it's in.

Hold on...is he hard?! From this?! No way!

"That's b-b-because you're making me like this!" Rust yelled, clearly embarrassed and tried his best to look mad, making the red dragon laugh at him. This got the blond glare at him. "S-stop laughing!!"

"So cute. I don't think I will let you go now. Ever." Then the blond is flipped over on his stomach. Head down and knees up. "H-huh?! What are you doing now?!" He heard a tore of fabric as his rear is now exposed. The pants were ripped and discarded.

"Just exploring...more, my little knight" That's what the blond heard before he felt something inside his ass making him cry out. Something long and thick making him gasp and shouts.

"Ack! Knock it off....wh-what are you doing..AH?!" He felt digits inside him, stroking and rubbing, making him blush and pant. He covers his mouth, and he hears the lewd wet sounds from the fingers going thoroughly in his ass.

"So wet down there too." He heard the dragon speaks while he thrusts his fingers in and out of the knight.

"Augh...Craaaaazy bastard...ah..." Rust uttered. He grips at anything he can. Like pieces of his armor and whatnot. He grits his teeth when the fingers are deep inside of him, searching for something. But what? The answer came in a form of a shock when the dragon's fingers slammed inside of him. A blissful tingle went up his spine, making him jolt, arch his back, and cry out loudly.

"W-what?" He looks confused at what he's feeling as his face flushes red, looking over his shoulder. What does it feel so good all of a sudden?

"Looks like I found it. Your sweet spot~."

"M-mmy what?!" Rust feels a tingle of pleasing sensation throughout his body when the fingers are rubbing at a certain spot. "A-ah...stop. Don't touching there! It is making me feel weird!"

"Why not? Seems like you like it." The dragon chuckles before slamming his fingers at the nub once more, making the knight jolt and cry out hotly. Rust tries to pull himself together.

"I-i-don't..the hell are you...hnnng..saying..??" Rust said this while hips unwittingly bucking backwards to get more of it. The dragon laughs again. "That's not what you're doing! Your hips are moving towards me."

"S-shut the hell up!!" Rust yelled. "You damn assho-AH!" He cries out when the dragon does it again. "You can tell me to shut up but there is no denying it." Said the dragon as he continues to open the knight up, hoping to strip more of mental armor down before he gets to the main course.

"Aahhh...fuck yoooou.." Rust groaned.

"Oh...I am planning to do that." Davion licked his lips. Rust widens his eyes at this. What the hell?! What the hell is wrong with this dragon???

"What the hell?! Aren't you going to eat me?!"

He laughs again. "I am. I am going to eat you up." He goes to turn him around on his back and places Rust's legs over his shoulders making the knight nervous as he goes to try to move his legs but the dragon grasps them tightly. "No. None of that." The red monster growls. The blond can't see what's going on. Then his world is turned almost upside down while he is pulled towards him. He can his feel breath between his legs. What is he planning to do!? The answer came when the blond felt something warm and moist in his nether regions making him cry out. Huh?! He jolted in surprise. What is going on?!

He heard something slurping and weird lewd sounds. What the hell?! Wait...is that his?! Rust blushes red. He realizes what is happening. He goes to move his feet but it didn't do anything only to encourage the dragon further push his tongue deep into his hole, touching his warm hole. "Mmmhmmm...so sweet" The dragon hums, continuing to open it up.

"Ah..stop! It's so weird! What are you doing to mmmmee! Nuugh!." Rust yelled, getting hard to control his moans.

"Eating you. It's just you taste so good, little knight. You taste like sweetness with a hint of spiciness. Tastes like dark chocolate with bit of hazelnut." The dragon teases making Rust blush even further.

"Stop saying weird stuff!! Let go!!" He cried dramatically. The dragon returns by leaning in and eating him out once more with his tongue.

"Mmfmmm...hnnng" The young man drools with his eyes rolling back as he twitches while he is trembling from the oddly good sensations. God. Why does it feel so weird and so good? How can he like this?! Then he felt something coming out of him.

"Ah...ah...wait..wait...something is coming out!" Rust warns but the red dragon keeps on going, knowing exactly what is about to happen. His draconic tongue continues to prod further and further, hitting that small nub making the knight come onto himself with a moan. Ropes of cum hit his own chest as his cock is dripping wet. He is gasping in disbelief.

"Look at that. You must feel good after cumming..." He said making Rust grits his teeth. "S-shut up!" The response he got is that the dragon continues the onslaught of his entrance with his tongue making him hiss and thrash. "AAAH~!" How long is it anyway?! Rust cries out in a way he never felt this feeling before. He whines and cries. His body burns for this ongoing sensation as his hole twitches from the licking. "Ha...ha...ha"

It went on for a while and soon Rust is growing weak and so his legs. His own length is fully erect from the treatment and his hole is quivering. The dragon pulls back, drops his knees, and licks his lips. "Now it's time..."

"Huh?" Rust felt his legs laid down and spread apart. He became dizzy from the punishment of the dragon's tongue him. But then he feels something more hotter than his tongue. It feels hard and big near his rear. His hole twitches in anticipation. Huh?! He slowly looks towards and widens his eyes at what he's seeing. "Wa-wait...hold on." He gulps, "T-that...won't fit. You're too big. It will not...."

"It will fit. After all...I was prepping all that for this." He said as he is stroking his own lenght waiting for a chance like this. The hard girth is throbbing and heated, making the blond blush hard.

"A-are you crazy?! It won't freaking fit!" Rust shouted making the dragon chuckle and whispers. "Call me crazy all you want. I am already excited and you're already liking this." Then he grips his hips. "Your little friend down there is telling me so." Referring to his own cock, giving a little stroke making the blond yelp a little. "Now take deep breathes..." He lets go and goes to line up his length at his entrance and proceeds to enter. "Hold on...a second. You're too-ugh...hnnng- fuck!" Now the tip is being pushed in. The blond felt his hips being held as the dragon keeps pushing himself inside of him.

"Ah....hnnng...mmrmm!" The blond's face flushes red as he lets out breathes as turns his head around, letting out pants as his body shivers. He hears the dragon growl making his way in. Inch by inch and bit by bit. The process is strenuous but soon with a snap of his hips. Davion thrusts into him fully making the knight gasp out loudly. The knight can finally feel how full and big inside of him.

'O-oh fuck! He's really inside of me! He's bigger than I thought. Ahhh...so hard and strong too~augh...what the hell?!' Rust thought as he lets out a gasp as his hole is twitching at the dragon's girth inside of him. His body is trembling. The dragon sees a small lump inside the knight's lower abdomen. Davion pulls out slowly and then with an exhale of breath, he snaps his hips forward making Rust yelp tightening and twitching making the dragon wince at how tight he is. "Damn...you're really tight." He sees the blond whose hazel blue eyes are now half-lidded and gritting teeth, almost looking feral with his messy hair. Seeing this, he makes to get a good hold of him by snaking his hands and holding him by the lower waist. This little knight is so adorable.

"Ha...ha...ha..." Rust panted as there is drool at the corner of his mouth, his eyes unfocused and his eyes shuddering at the sensation.

He looks so wonderful under him, twitching and writhing under him while his hole is so warm and so tight. He goes to test by pulling out a little and thrust into him making the blond yelp once more. The dragon waits for the other to adjust a little before he gives a few more tries. Soon, the dragon is slowly thrusting in and out of the knight with a groan, developing a rhythm as he is loving the wet warmth inside of him. Hearing the blond's groans and hiss as he is covering his face with his arms wearing the gauntlets while his breath hitches.

"How are you feeling, little knight?"

"Fuuuck youuu...mmmm...damn dumb dragon bastard.' The blond groaned with a retort,.

"Already doing that." He chuckles as he keeps thrusting into him deeper while holding onto him. Rust can hear the wet lewd noises coming out between them making him feel hot. "Grrrr... ha" He growls as he turns his head to the side gritting his sharp canine teeth, trying to endure it.

"Fighting back? Don't worry, I make sure you will be marked, little knight. You'll be mine soon enough. I can't wait to hear what you sound like with your moans." Davion smiles before leaning licking his chest and caressing his face with

"Ugh! Won't break, y-you bastard." He glares at him before biting his finger down, drawing a bit of blood. "I-I...was training a lot f-for this! I can handle what ya dish out! After this, I'm going to slay y-you." Rust glares despite his face flushed pink.

"Oh?" Davion stops for a moment making the knight dumbfounded before... "Then let's see if your training pays off then!" Davion slams down his hips hitting that nub making Rust cry out loudly and arches his back and goes to insert his finger further into his mouth. The blond is gasping towards the cavern ceiling. He shut his eyes tightly while feeling the dragon thrusting inside of him again. He can handle this! He's strong after all. No way...he would lose to this dragon! No way in hell!

Davion sees he has a challenge below him. It made him very aroused. He now wants to dominate this little knight and claim him as his own. He wonders how long he last before he begs.

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Time passes. Rust wasn't sure how much time passes in this cave but...he knows he already came twice or three times?! He can't tell..but he knows this damn dragon hasn't even finished! Now he is about to come a fourth time!

"Aahhh~" Rust moaned with his leg up over the dragon's shoulder and one leg on the floor while the dragon is grunting and thrusting into him non-stop making him cry and moan. The blond can feel his balls hitting his rear.

After the blond came at the second round and feel him pulling out, he felt it was over until he was turned over on his stomach and he slams his cock right back inside of him making him moan. Rust is surprised by this before he got pounded so hard. The smack between their hips hitting each other is echoing throughout the cave making him more heated and blush red. He can't help but look down and sees his own cock flopping back and forth. Then he felt a powerful thrust striking at a peculiar spot that made him moan out loudly to the air. He came a second time. He is gasping and drooling on top of his hoard. He got turned around before they went for a third round.

When he came for the third time, he felt something filling up inside of him making him shudder and moan. It's so hot. It felt....some kind of heat that is claiming his insides. It's like a damn hot spring that feels so right! "Oh fuck....what...what is t-this?"Rust curses, trying to understand this as he panted heavily.

"That's my dragon heat...little knight." Said Davion. "Does it feel good?" He whispered.

Rust bit his bottom lip and didn't say anything, not wanting to give him an answer. He growls as a response. He heard a chuckle behind him before he tells him this. "Don't worry. You will get more of it soon. We dragons have a lot of stamina, so we don't get tired. We have a long night ahead of us."

"Y-you what?!" Rust exclaimed now in disbelief.

And thus, Rust is in for a long night.

In this sideways position, this is the fifth round. Or sixth?! Each round is longer than the last one. Davion keeps on slamming into him and every time he hits a spot that Rust can't describe. It is driving him crazy! He...he...can't get enough of it.

"Augh! D-damn it! Why are ya not finished?!" Rust cried. Davion grunts as he keeps on going. He can see the perspiration already set in making the blond's hair go damp, covering his eyes. He can see the drool coming out of his mouth and sometimes...he can see his hazel blue eyes half-lidded and now dazed behind his blond locks. The dragon chuckles hearing his outburst, "Like I told you, little knight." He reminds the blond, increasing the pace of his pounding to fast and hard, "Dragons have a lot of stamina to burn through. I'm really hungry for you." He grunts and keeps on pounding into the blond over and over.

"Hnng!" Rust lets out more moans and his breaths became pitched, he became dazed by the pleasure where all his spots are being hit.

"Grooah....so strong yet so hot and tight." He pulls out turning him on his stomach, "I can't stop breeding into you." He whispered in his ear, covering his back with his body and plunging his cock back in. Rust moans. He took hold of the blond's wrists tightly. He growls. "You're mine now." He pulls Rust a few inches up from the soft nest and he thrusts into him hard, making him cry out and shed tears of pleasure while holding onto his wrists like handles. "That's right! Cry for me!" He yelled.

Rust moans nonstop. He closes his eyes and lets it out. There is nothing to muffle his mouth. Every shock and jolt is breaking his mind. It felt so amazing! Damn. Is this what fighting a dragon is like??! Fuck, fuck, fuck, f-

"Fuck!" Rust moaned to the cavern ceiling. His stomach is burning. Aching for something! "P-please...please!"

"Please what?" Davion stops him making the blond thrash a little.

"Just....give mmm..me..." Rust grips on the fabric. "Your....ha..ha.." Rust panted, trying to string words together. He needs it.

"You what?" He starts to grind against him. "I need to hear you say it clearly..." He whispered. To which, Rust growls and yells,

"Ugh! I can't take it anymore, you stupid dragon!" He slams his fist on the carpet, "Just...just give it to me already! Your dragon heat! It burns! My stomach burns! I-I need your dragon heat! It's ugh.." The blond can't explain it but the dragon knows what he means.

"Understood. I will grant your request, little knight." Davion said before he went back into it. "So greedy..aren't you?" He growls, slamming his hips down.

"Ha...ah....ah...ooh....mfmmm!" Rust moaned with his eyes half-widened. Anytime the dragon hits that sweet spot, he moans so loudly that his pupils dilated and his tongue almost sticks out. It made him cry and moan as he hangs his head.

"Almost there~. You ready?"

"Y-yes! I'm ready! Please!" Then his head is turned a bit and his lips touch something soft. Davion kisses him making the blond's eyes widen. The knight can taste the smoke from his mouth. The sweetness and a hint of spice made him dazed even further. Cinnamon, honey and milk. It is like tasting his flames. The dragon breaks the kiss. "Good to hear." He smiles before he brings him up and has him sit down on his lap getting his cock deeper inside of him. This made the blond throw his head back and moan out loud.

"So tight..." Davion groaned before he thrusts upwards inside of him while keeping his hips down, forcing him to bounce on his cock. Rust cries and lays his back against his chest. His hair hides his eyes as his lips parted, letting out strings of moans. "Ah.....I'm close." Davion whispered at his ear, pounding into him harder and harder.

"P-please!" Rust begged with tears in his eyes because of his spot being hit so deep and harder. He

Davion growls as he goes harder, wanting to claim this knight. He is now giving him strong thrusts and makes he hit the same spot that is making the knight beg for his heat. "Here it comes. Take it all!" He said before biting down on his neck and giving one powerful thrust making the blond scream in pleasure and cums onto the floor. The dragon follows by spilling his heat into the knight once more. Rust lets out a strangled moan as he shudders, feeling the hot load inside of him. He lays against the dragon's chest as he is panting heavily with his eyes closed.

He felt his hair being caressed.

"Not bad. How about one more time?"

Huh?! Rust widens his eyes before Davion starts up again, going for a fifth round, slamming his hips upwards making the blond moan.

Time passes...

Rust panted heavily as he is on the dragon's chest exhausted from the whole ordeal. He never thought he came to a lot of times. His hair is ruffled, his eyes became dilated and his legs are shivering from the great orgasm he wouldn't believe.

"Amazing. You managed to keep up with me. You're the only knight I ever like so far." The dragon chuckles while rubbing his back as he had him turned and have him on his arms. Feeling his chest on his chest.

"I-i am...not..." The blond grips his shoulders.

"Hm?" He hears a sniffle.

"Not a knight...you crazy bastard." Rust sniffles,"I am just here to save my village damnit it." He said. "I'm just a stupid moron who is good at fighting some stupid goblins and orges. I thought if I beat you. I can help my village and get the respect it deserves so we can get help from our shitty kingdom or maybe get those damn bandits off our back. Shit, bandits took over my town, and they have an asshole mage with them. I thought... I had a chance after all that training and it's my chance to save them. Now I'm weak as shit! How can I go back now?! I hope you're happy!" Rust yelled angrily. But the blond is more angry at himself. For being so weak. For failing his village. He can't do anything right.

Davion is surprised to hear so he asks, "So you're not a knight?"

"That's what I said! Even though my last name is freaking Knight!" Rust said, angrily as he has tears in his eyes.

The dragon hears this and he couldn't believe it. He is not a knight? He didn't know he fought a villager. Still...it explains everything. His language, his fighting style, and his attitude. That is why he interests him right now.

With a sigh, the dragon goes to pat his head, he caresses his head gently. "I see. Then how about I help you?" He suggested.

"Huh?!" Rust blinked, looking up to him.

"It's the least I can do to help. After all, you managed to give it your all and out of everyone, nobody punches me like that. Not even a knight. You're more braver than I thought. So how about I help you?" The dragon smiles.

"A dragon helping..me? But why? I was here to slay you. Aren't you pissed off?" Rust looks confused.

"Not anymore. I was bored of all the knights challenging me to be honest. But you caught my eye and you were good." This got the blond to blush. Besides...I think I like you. What's your name, little knight?"

"R-rust..it's Rust." He answers. "B...but I am not a knight."

"Rust." He said his name, liking it. He goes to sit up and has the blond in his arms. "It's fine but you're a knight to me. If anything, I admire your bravery and you're doing this to save your village. Most knights are here to kill me for fame or try to get in good standing with the king. You don't look like you care about that." Davion goes to wipe away his tears and kisses on top of his head. "Now let's get you clean up." He stands up and takes the blond in bridal style, taking him to a lake nearby to wash him.

"After that, I will help out your village. Does that sound? Hm?" The dragon looks to see the blond fast asleep or rather fainted. Probably exhausted from the journey, the fighting, and the rounds of sex he went through with him. Rust is asleep making the dragon chuckle and pushes his blond bangs away to see his peaceful expression.

"What an adorable little knight. From now on, you've been marked. You're now mine." He said as he ventures down to the cavern.

To be continued???

[akinosenoragami]

Team W plays elden ring

A Blackstar theater starless fanfiction written by me. Tldr I got inspired by a discord convo between me and my friend.

This was written during W's Diety's game event but I had to put I off because of assignments. Apologies for having to finish this so late.

Summary;

Taiga invites Team W to play Elden ring. That's it. Enjoy.

"Is the camera on?" Taiga asks as he checks the Webcam, "It's working." Takami replies.

"Good. Hello everyone, welcome back to another episode of gaming with Taiga~. With your host Taiga." 

"What kind of an intro was that?!" Akira questions

"Anyway, today I'm here with my team. Team W~, now please introduce yourselves. "

"Team W's top, Kokuyou." 

"...that's it? Nothing else?"

"Yeah so?" 

" Aw~ C'mon man you're no fun!" 

"Akira you're next."

"Hey y'all what's up! Team W's singer Akira! Nice to meet you pretty ladies on the internet." 

"And that's how you do it Kokuyou." 

"Shut up. Who's next."

" I believe that would be me. Hello everyone my name is Takami and I'm Team W's no.2" 

"HA! Takami did it better." 

"Now now you two don't start a fight here. Sin its your turn now." 

"There is a good level of maturity in your words which attracts a lot. I'm Sin."

"I'm sorry what? Takami translate."

"What Sin is saying is that it's nice to meet you."

"Ok whatever I guess…so anyway today we are going to be playing some Elden ring." 

"Whoo! I don't know how to play this game but let's fucking go!" Akria shouted in excitement. 

"Why did I agree to this…." 

"Kokuyou it's for our team PR, to promote our upcoming show." 

"Oh yeah, Diety's game is gonna be showing soon! And you should all be there!" 

"Alrighty…..should we play the game now?" 

"Yeah. We should."

"OK for the record 3 of us aren't really gamers per say. So we're gonna start off in easy mode just so they could get the gist of it." 

"Is everyone in?" Taiga asks

"Yea I think so." Akira responded 

"Shit. How do you control this? How do you go forward?" Kokuyou said as his character starts spinning all over the place. 

"Ahahahahaha kokuyou you suck at this!" 

"Shut the hell up Akira." 

"In the sense of things, Sin and I have both entered the game."

"Alright, so whose the easiest boss to fight…how about the soldier of Godrick?" 

"Yeah sure, why not?" 

"Aight. Let's go."

They get to the location of the soldier

"Time to take this thing down…what are you guys doing?" Taiga questions

"How do you run straight in this?!" Kokuyou starts spinning. 

Takami starts looking up the players manual, "So is this how you punch?" 

"Take that!" Akira shouts as he's faring quite well.

Meanwhile Sin. Does nothing. 

After 30 minutes or so they finally beat the soldier. 

"H-how the fuck are you guys so bad at this?!"

"This is stupid. If we have time to play this, shouldn't we be rehearsing?" Kokuyou says 

"Bitch! This is free marketing for our show alright." 

"Now now, calm down Taiga." 

"Right…*inhales exhales* say Akira since you're doing quite well, you wanna try beating a harder boss?"

"Yeah, bring it on!"

"Alright…let's see here…who is..How about Malenia, Blade of Miquella?" 

"Sure thing."

Taiga and Akira make their way to the Haligtree while the other 3 take a little break.

When all of a sudden disaster struck.

"Ah shit…my controller's out of battery!" Taiga said as he shakes his controller

"What?! How? I thought you had it charged yesterday?" 

"I did but this one is somewhat faulty."

"Well shit man…what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, Solo Her!"

"Aight then, imma solo her! Wait her?!" 

The boss fight begins.  [...Heed my words. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat. ]

" ZOO WEE MAMA! She's HOT!" Akira just screams. 

"Akria what the fuck-?" Kokuyou said, startled when he turned around. 

"Well I must admit, her character is quite attractive. " Takami said in a calm tone. 

"...." Sin just stays quiet.

[Waterfowl dance occurs]

"NoNoNoNo…"

[Akira Dies]

"Ah…damn it." 

" A loss is a loss, but those who rise above the initial failures are to be crowned the victors." 

"Sin please, that is not helping the fact I lost to a HOT babe." 

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"And that's it for today's gaming with Taiga, tune in next time to see us prank the other teams."

"What?! Oh no We ain't doing that!" Kokuyou said as his face looked like he was about to beat up someone.

"Kokuyou...Stay." Takami tried calling him down.

"L-Like, Comment and S-Subscribe if you wanna see me live and don't forget to come to our show…fuck RUN!"

| to be continued >

[lookbluesoup]

You Wanna See My Eel? - Vampire AU

@seasaltandcopper and I have been working on a Red Mage AU fic lately where, in a world of dangerous vampire covens enthralling humans to sate thirst and consolidate political power... Rhun assembles a ragtag band of openminded vampires and humans to live a more balanced, less bloodthirsty way of life, protecting mortals rather than preying upon them.

They make a habit of rescuing enthralled humans when they can, offering them sanctuary and rehabilitation while helping them get away from their Masters. Mal is a rescued thrall, who is understandably suspicious of a bunch of vampires claiming to want to help people.

His first meeting with Rhun has been nothing but a laugh so we wanted to share this excerpt where Rhun shows off his pet eel (I promise that's not an innuendo)

TW: mild blood, animal bite, implied PTSD

Would love it folks gave it a read :3

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Two days later, on an overcast, rainy afternoon, Rhun returned to the coven. Mal was alone in the common area, a spot he’d quickly claimed for his own. Nate was… somewhere, off with Alisaie probably. Others greeted Mal in passing, spoke if he seemed interested in speaking to them, but elsewise gave him his space. 

Rhun entered the room in a whirlwind, wearing a suit that looked straight out of the seventeenth century French court, dyed such a vibrant red it was almost offensive. Two long tears in the fabric on one side revealed a white shirt beneath, equally dated looking. He even had an ostrich feather in his hat. 

The vampire stopped his single-minded pace when he noticed Mal, eyes widening in surprise. Then he smiled broadly, “Ah! Up and awake, I see. And already making yourself at home. How are you faring?”

Mal froze. Shrank back, into himself for an instant, before drawing himself up, like a startled animal making itself look bigger. A wrapper from a discarded protein bar crinkled under his leg, and something else from the small horde of snacks and distractions he'd stockpiled in his makeshift 'room' clattered to the floor.

Two days had eased some of Mal's darkest fears about Rhun's coven. Not all of them; not by a longshot. But enough he'd decided waiting and gathering information, biding his time, was the smartest course of action over trying to walk out the front door. So far, it'd been...almost pleasant here.

A vast improvement over his time under his prior caretakers, and until this asshole came flaunting in the door, no one even bothered Mal unless he sought out their company.

The first time Mal had seen Rhun was a blur. A whirlwind of chaos and fast paced fighting as his group extracted Mal from the hideaway where Jericho had dumped him. Now, seeing him in the flesh again, in a less terrifying context...Mal wasn't sure what to think.

Other than maybe, Jesus, do you think this guy likes red?

"Is that a problem?" Mal mumbled. Not truly antagonistic, but maybe a tad defensive. His heart sped up, what he'd come to realize was just the default whenever a predator entered the room.

Tilting his head, Rhun leaned back on one foot, appraising. “No. Though I daresay you’ve accumulated quite a mess. I’m surprised Nate hasn’t impressed upon you the irreparable damage melted chocolate does to velvet cushions.” Still that borderline manic grin.

Was being insane a fucking requirement to be a part of this place?

Mal grimaced at Rhun, still unsure what to make of...all of him. The man was a chaotic sensory nightmare, decked out in crimson.

"Nate was the one who gave me the chocolate," Mal said, "And I'm pretty sure he assigned himself to be my keeper, so take it up with him, I guess." Another twist of his lip. "Do you—want something?" Probably a rude thing to say to the Sire of the Coven. Mal winced. "I mean...you're just...here. Talking to me. Uh..." Floundering a little, Mal shrugged limply. "Why?"

“Well frankly I was here to visit d'Artagnan, but as you were unexpectedly also present, I thought it better to say hello before proceeding. Apologies for the offense I have clearly given.” He gave a little bow. Then made his way to the eel tank, where the creature had come forth from its den and was nearly tying itself in knots trying to breach the surface at Rhun’s approach.

Brows knitting together, Mal answered with a quiet, "Oh." Then recovered enough to mumble, "I'm not. Uh, offended. I just...didn't expect—" Mal trailed off, unable to find a suitably non-offensive end to his sentence. In his haste to recover, his gaze drifted to the reason Rhun had appeared at all. "Does he really bite everyone but you?"

“Not always.” Rhun answered cheerfly, reaching into his pocket and unfolding a napkin with strips of raw chicken wrapped inside. “But Angie had to give out so many stitches a universal ban was deemed wisest.” He looked over his shoulder conspiratorially, “Would you like to feed him?”

Mal watched, only to freeze again as he found himself the focus of Rhun's attention. Recovering quicker this time, Mal blinked. Sat up straighter in his seat.

Well...he had been curious...

"I—yeah, alright."

Grabbing his crutches, he headed over to the tank, keeping a respectable distance between himself and Rhun. d'Artagnan continued to writhe and wriggle inside the massive tank, presumably anticipating a meal. Or maybe he really did care that much for his owner. Mal knew plenty of animals were smart—hell, some of them were smarter than a lot of people. It made sense that the eel had strong feelings about his vampire friend.

This close, it was easy to see Rhun stood out in more than dress. For one, he had wrinkles. Not starved-vampire lines of withering. Just… the passage of time.

You could never tell how old a vampire was by looking at them, but even the oldest ones tended to idealize themselves in a way that left no room for age lines. Young, vicious, charming. Immortal. Sires were meant to look in their prime. Rhun had an intensity, for a fact, and an athletic demeanor that assured physical prowess. But unlike any other vampire Mal had ever met, this one could have passed for a forty year-old man.

"So uh...how do I do this," Mal asked, glancing at Rhun. "Without losing any fingers, anyway."

“Allow me to demonstrate.” He grinned. Lifting the rock off the lid, Rhun had only about a full second before d’Artagnan had pushed the lid up himself and was winding his way out of the tank in an eager slither. 

Mal's eyes went wide. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that it might be coming out of the tank. Even partway.

With a laugh, Rhun lifted up a strip of meat from one corner, and held it just high enough that the eel could not lunge outright to grab it. D’Artagnan still struck like a viper, before retreating back into his tank to swallow the offering in a single bite. 

"Oh, shit," Mal said, quietly.

“There. Easy.” Rhun announced, offering the napkin over to Mal so that he could take a piece.

Easy. Right.

But not one to shrink from a challenge, or look like a fucking coward in front of Rhun, Mal grabbed a slice of the raw meat. It was slick and gross between his fingers, but presumably the eel thought it was tasty enough.

"Alright, buddy, dinner time."

Carefully, Mal held the food out like Rhun had, and offered up a silent prayer he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life short a finger for his own curiosity.

D’Artagnan honed in like a guided missile, shooting up and out of the tank with frankly unnatural accuracy and speed toward Mal’s fingers.

Mal jerked back. Dropped the slice of chicken into the tank with a 'plop' that didn't carry over the sound of his yelp as d'Artagnan sank sharp, needle-like teeth into Mal's hand.

Luck, maybe, kept it from severing anything, as the creature instead latched onto the meaty web of tissue between his index finger and thumb instead. It tugged before realizing what it'd caught was a little too big to pull back into the water, and dove down after the slice of chicken instead.

Blood dribbled into the water. Little drops of dark red that dispersed, a couple spattering against the glass side, and then wet the fingers of Mal's other hand as he instinctively clamped over the wound.

Panic hit immediately.

Not from the bite, but because now Mal was bleeding in front of a vampire and if Rhun decided to break his abstinence streak there was nothing in the world Mal could do to stop him. Mal stepped back automatically, eyes wide and fixed on Rhun.

“Ah, damn.” Rhun said, a little calmer than was maybe appropriate. 

"Shit fuck," Mal swore, considerably less calmly.

[parasiticjustice]

[RGG Online Translation] Character Story · Yuri (OC)

Summary: Ichiban happens upon a young girl when she’s being accosted by hooligans. After helping her out, he realizes that her proper manner is ill-fitting for Kamurocho. Then, what is she doing in the city...? Featured Characters: Ichiban Kasuga (RGGO version), Yuri (OC) Spoilers?: Nope!

On this episode, Ichiban makes like a Kiryu and saves a young girl and her adopted pet from a bunch of goons.

RGGO has something around 50 original characters, each with a story attached - bump that up to 60 if you include the hostesses and stories that come from seasonal alts. And sure, they’re not what anyone’s here for, but I’d feel remiss if I left them out entirely, so here we are. Ichiban stars in most of them, which honestly kinda makes them feel like substories.

Yuri was one of the launch characters, and has enjoyed her share of cards and event appearances, so I figured she’s as good a place as any to start.

Disclaimer: I'm coming at this with little more than crude Japanese knowledge, a machine translation cocktail, and an insatiable desire for more RGG content. This will by no means be a decent translation, but it should at least be serviceable.

Notes:

Slight content warning for animal abuse (it’s mostly threatened or off-screen) and the usual Yakuza fare of goons being creepy towards women.

I'm still kinda figuring out how I want to format expressions. I found that noting every single time a character went back to [neutral] disturbed the flow too much, so I think instead I'll just make note of it when the change of expression is important.

------------------ CHAPTER #1 ------------------

Scene #1: Kamurocho · Children’s Park

Ichiban: Let’s see... Lighter, lighter...

Angry Voice: Hey! Don’t push your luck!

Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] What is it now? Can’t I smoke in peace...

Young Girl: You men are persistent... Hurry up and go away.

Thug A: Don’t be such a bore! Why don’t you karaoke with us? Eh?

Young Girl: I told you, I don’t want to. It’s a waste of time.

Thug B: Let me tell you something, you damn kid...!

Cat: Meow.

Thug A: Whoa! What is that, a stray cat?

Young Girl: [surprised] Kitty! Don’t come out!

Cat: Meow.

Thug B: Ugh, it’s filthy. Stupid stray!

Young Girl: [frown] Stop it!

Thug A: Yeah? Hehe, what’s with you, getting all upset over a dumb cat?

Thug B: When you tell me to stop, it just gets me fired up!

Ichiban: Oi, knock it off. It’s too noisy, I can’t smoke in peace.

Young Girl: ...?

Thug A: Ah? The hell you want?

Thug B: Don’t get in our way! Fuck off, asshole!

[Battle]

Thug A: Shit! What’s with this guy... Let’s get outta here!

[they run off]

Ichiban: [smoking] Phew... Finally, some quiet. It's costing too much to enjoy a smoke nowadays...

Young Girl: ...

Ichiban: Hm? What’s up?

Young Girl: Um, thank you for helping me...

Ichiban: [smile] Heh, you’re welcome.

Cat: Meow.

Ichiban: [scratches head] You don’t need to thank me too.

Young Girl: ...No, he said he’s hungry.

Ichiban: That’s a shame.

Young Girl: Food... I only have sweets, but you can eat them.

Cat: Meow Meow!

Young Girl: [smile] Hee hee...

Ichiban: You’re pretty good pals, aren’t you?

Young Girl: [neutral] He’s... my only friend...

[a stomach rumbles]

Young Girl: [surprised] ...

Ichiban: Huh, you hungry?

Young Girl: ...Y-yes.

Ichiban: [smile] You fed the cat when you’re hungry yourself? Odd one, aren’t you? Well, anyway, I’ve had my smoke, so let’s go... Uh, what was your name?

Yuri: [surprised] Eh? I-It’s Yuri...

Ichiban: Gotcha. I’m Kasuga.

Yuri: Um, where are we going...?

Ichiban: We’re going out to eat. Don’t worry, it’s my treat.

Yuri: B-But...

Ichiban: C’mon, let’s go! I’ll get you something good! You wait for us here, cat!

Cat: Meow.

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Scene #2: Kamurocho · Akaushimaru

Clerk: Here you go! A medium and an extra large.

Ichiban: [smile] Go on, eat it while it’s hot.

Yuri: ...

Ichiban: [neutral] What, you don’t like beef bowl?

Yuri: ...No, that’s not it.

Ichiban: [smile] Then eat it, quick.

Yuri: ...Okay... [surprised] It’s delicious! I’ve never eaten anything like it.

Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] Eh? You’ve never had a beef bowl?

Yuri: Yes... Actually, this is my first time in a beef bowl restaurant...

Ichiban: You mean, like, you’re the sort of young lady to have a butler at home, who drives you to school every day...? You’re an impressive one, aren’t you?

Yuri: Is that right...? I’ve never known what it was like for other people...

Ichiban: So how does a sheltered girl like you end up hungry in Kamurocho?

Yuri: ......I ran away from home.

Ichiban: Well, that’d explain it. Aren’t your parents gonna worry?

Yuri: Worry?... There’s no way they’d be worried about me.

Ichiban: ...?

Yuri: [frown] All they think about is money... I can barely remember spending time with them. They probably don’t care that I’m gone... That’s why I decided to leave. To be on my own, without relying on my parents...!

Ichiban: [smile] I don’t think you should push yourself too hard when you’ve never even eaten a beef bowl.

Yuri: ...I don’t care what you think. Thank you for the meal. The beef bowl was delicious.

[she leaves]

Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] Hey, wait!

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Scene #3: Kamurocho · Tenkaichi Street

Thug A: Heyyy, girl, we’ve been looking for you.

Yuri: [surprised] Ah! It’s you guys...

Thug B: Didn’t I tell you? If you turn me down, it just fires me up!

Thug A: We were interrupted earlier by that guy with weird hair, but you can’t run away now, can you?

Yuri: [frown] Kuh...!

Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] Who’d you say has weird hair, asshole?

Thug A: Ah... f-from earlier...!

Thug B: H-Hey, you trying to interrupt us again?! D-Don’t think you’ll win just cause you got lucky last time!!

[Battle]

Thug A: Ugh... he’s too strong...

[they collapse]

Ichiban: [scratches head] Haaaah, I just ate and now I’m hungry again.

Yuri: Hey, why did you help me again...? I was so rude to you...

Ichiban: I wasn’t helping you. I’m just really proud of my hair, so I had to set them straight when they made fun of it.

Yuri: ...

Ichiban: [smile] But, well, this sort of thing happens all the time in this city. You’d best be heading on home quickly. See ya.

Yuri: ...

------------------ CHAPTER #3 ------------------

Scene #4: Kamurocho · Hotel District

Ichiban: (The runaway girl... Yuri, was it? I wonder if she’s still in town...)

???: Meow...

Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] Huh? What was that mewling? ...No way.

[he moves into the Hotel District]

Cat: Meow...

Yuri: Ugh... give me... give me back the kitty...!

Thug A: You’re a pain in the ass. I don’t care about you anymore.

Thug B: Thanks to you, that weird guy beat us up twice. I’m pissed off.

Thug A: You really like this stray mutt, right?

Thug B: We thought we’d fuck it up a little. It’s “effective” on fancy girls like you, right?

Yuri: [angry] You...! Cowards!!

[she tries to run towards them]

Thug A: Stay back, you little shit!

Yuri: [frown] Ugh...!

Thug B: Hehehe! Suck on that! Now buzz off, you little brat.

Yuri: ...I’m not leaving.

Thug A: Ah?

Yuri: [angry] I’m not leaving until I get that kitten back! I will not be cowed by you!!

Thug A: Y-You...!?

Ichiban: [smile] Damn, I thought you were a naive pushover, but I guess I was wrong.

Thug B: Ahh?! T-That’s...!!

Yuri: [surprised] Ah! Kasuga...

Ichiban: [yell] Hey, assholes. If you’re hoping for “I’ll let you go if you drop the cat”, you’re out of luck.

Thug A: Ugh...!

Ichiban: [raised fists] I’m gonna bash your brains in... you ready?

Thug A: S-Shut uuuup! The fuck’s wrong with you?! Getting in our way again and agaaaaain!

[Battle]

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Scene #5: Kamurocho · Outside Yoshida Batting Center

Thug A: Ah, ahhhhh...!!

Thug B: P-Please! Let us live...!!

Ichiban: Leave the city, now. If I ever see you again, you’re dead.

Thug A: W-waaaah!

[they run off]

Cat: Mew...

Yuri: [frown] Kitty...! I’m so sorry... this is my fault...

Ichiban: [raised eyebrow] You stubborn thing. That was pretty reckless of you.

Yuri: Sorry... Um, around here...

Ichiban: You want a clinic, yeah? Guy’s kind of a quack, but there’s one nearby. Follow me.

Yuri: That’s good... Kitty, hold on a little longer, okay?

Cat: Meow.

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Scene #6: Kamurocho · Children’s Park

Cat: Meow!

Yuri: [smile] Don’t move too much... Phew, I’m glad it was just a minor injury.

Ichiban: You should be worrying about yourself, not the cat. You're the one who got hurt more. You realize now, right? How dangerous this city is.

Yuri: [frown] Yes... I’m sorry.

Ichiban: But you know what? I’ve realized something too. You’re the real deal.

Yuri: [surprised] Eh...?

Ichiban: Even if it’s just a cat, not many people would be willing to put their lives on the line for those they care about. I don’t know what your situation is. If you want to keep being a runaway until you’re happy, then go ahead.

Yuri: Kasuga...

Ichiban: And if you want to stay in this city for a while, then that’s fine too. [smile] You’re dangerous, after all. It’s better to keep you where I can see you.

Yuri: [smile] ...Thank you, Kasuga.

Ichiban: Heh. You’re welcome.

Cat: Mew!

Ichiban: [scratches head] What, you hungry again?

Yuri: Nope... he said “Thank you”.

Ichiban: Heh. No need to thank me.

------END------ ------------------

Yakuza protagonists when they see a young girl on her own:

[ragnarlothcat]

Hey Ragnarlothcat how are you? I hope your having a good day ☺️. These meant be super late but I find it interesting seeing what people to expects/speculate what's going to happen in movies like it the Kenobi show, like we've seen Obi wan get burned and was dragged away, everyone was wondering what was going to happen next, if you know what I mean.

And mermaid related jsjsjsjs everyone really went would they be fishy business in your mermaid fic exploring loneliness (wink, wink nudge nudge 👀👀👀) like I can understand why but I didn't expect how fast the gutter everyone mind with too 🤣. Any ideas for any future mermaid Obikin? Mermaid storied are really my bread and butter I don't know how many I read, due i haven't actually read some about two mermaids falling in love due it's mostly mermaid/human which is okay but it's rather under used.

Like imagine deep sea Anakin and open water Obi Wan with courting misunderstandings where Anakin keeps bringing Obi Wan gifts like a shark or a tentacle from a gaint squid which to Anakin seem like normal gifts to prove he can take care of Obi Wan, but to Obi Wan these could be seen as death threats or "if you reject me you'll regret it" and since Anakin a deep sea mermaid his eyes are sensitive to light so he wear a clock (seaweed clock??) which unintentionally makes him intimating. Of course these could also be used with human Obi and mer Ani which is still funny.

Ah sorry these is getting long have a good day!

Haha well, usually when I write Obi-Wan or Anakin as some sort of creature there is sex involved so I understand where people were coming from (as it were) with the mer smut.

I hadn't had any follow up thoughts! I like the idea of two mermen though, that is fun. I've read one other fic like that (which I think I mentioned last time?) and it's a little different than my usual fare of one human guy and one non-human guy have slightly weird sex.

Deep sea merman/open water merman is cool. I was also thinking about those fish that can live in both freshwater and saltwater, so maybe one of them only comes back to the river to spawn once a year and the other one is waiting for them? It's like Hades and Persephone but with fish people!

I think I'd wait before trying my hand at any merman smut though because I do have preexisting supernatural creature fics on the go. Don't get me wrong, I love neglecting my stories for like 10 months (I hate it, why am I like this???) but I think I need to revisit some of them first, you know?

[testedcatdraws]

I guess this is what I have for the fanfic so fare (it'll be in another style, I just decided to use this style specifically so I could get the dialogue down first. Don't know if that's the best thing.)

Since this is a story board there might be spelling mistakes, I won't change it. I'll do stuff like looking for spelling mistakes after the story board ._.

Story board: (MC shall be refered to as Dannil)

(MC is sleeping)

Sayori: Dannil, wake up!

(Sayori shakes MC.)

MC: Huh? Sayori?

(MC thinks about how Sayori oversleeps.)

Natsuki: Finally your awake!

MC: Why are you two here?

Natsuki: Did you forgot!

MC: Forgot what?

Sayori: It's Halloween!

(MC thinks about this.)

MC: Oh, my bad.

Sayori: We're all going to buy our Halloween costumes tonight. Hehe.

MC: Oh, really?

Sayori: I was wondering if we could get matching costume.

MC: … Matching costume?

Sayori: You know, the ones like Jocker and Harley Quinn, prom king and queen.

MC: Oh, yeah, that sounds good.

Sayori: Yay!

(Sayori seems happy)

Natsuki: Hurry up you two! We shouldn't keep Monika and Yuri waiting.

(The three meet up with Monika and Yuri.)

Monika: Hello Dannil. I'm glad that you decided to join us.

MC: Well, you guys are my friends.

Yuri: What are you going to be this year?

MC: Oh, I, uh.

(Sayori looks at MC.)

MC: Me and Sayori will have matching costumes.

Yuri: That sound interesting.

Natsuki: I'd enjoy having matching costumes with Yuri someday…

Natsuki: B-but not in a, you know, that way.

Yuri: Hehehe, I guess that sounds nice.

Natsuki: …

Natsuki: Blushes n-nevermind, I'll be going as Himiko Toga. I doubt you'd be interested anyways. Hmph!

Yuri: … Very well.

MC: Hey, lets not fight. It'll make Sayori sad.

Sayori: Y-yeah, I want all my friends to get along and be happy.

Natsuki: We weren't fighting!

Monika: Yet.

Natsuki: H-hey!

Yuri: I'll try not to have much conflict with Natsuki. I'd like us to get along anyways.

Natsuki: … I agree.

Monika: So, shouldn't we go to the halloween store now, hehe.

MC: Yes!

Sayori: Yeah!

Yuri: I suppose. I would need to buy my costume.

Natsuki: I already have my costume.

(Natsuki looks at Yuri.)

Natsuki: But I suppose I'll go anyways.

(The group goes to the halloween store)

Sayori: Ah! Everything's so scary!

MC: Hehe, it's OK Sayori, it's all fake.

Natsuki: It's not that scary!

(Natsuki gets jumpscared}

Natsuki: Aah!

Yuri: Giggles

Natsuki: Who are you laughing at!

Yuri: O-oh, it's nothing.

Monika: We should probably start looking for costumes.

(Monika looks slightly annoyed.)

Monika: OK, everyone has a budget of 100$, well, besides Natsuki.

Natsuki: Umm, why don't I get a budget!

Monika: You already have your costume.

Natsuki: O-oh, yeah. I guess your right.

Sayori: Uh, are we still doing the joint costume?

MC: Oh, yeah, of ourse.

Sayori: Yay!

(MC looks around, looking for a costume for him and Sayori.) (He finds a PBnJ costume.)

MC: Hey!

Sayori: yes!

MC: How about we go as PBnJ?

Sayori: That sounds awesome!

Sayori: …

Sayori: So, who will be the peanut butter and who would be the jelly?

MC: Oh, I can be the peanut butter?

Sayori: Then it's decided, I'm Jelly!

MC: laughs

(Girls reveal their costumes, Yuri is a horror movie charater and Monika is a zombie)

Monika: I want brains is mimiking the zombie voice

Sayori: Gets scared Please don't eat my brains!

(All dokis besides Sayori laugh along with MC)

Monika: No, no, I won't actually eat your brains.

Sayori: Huh!

Monika: I'm not actually a zombie.

Sayori: Oh! Your costume is just so realistic (it was not) I thought you were a real zombie!

(All dokis laugh.)

And that's all I got! have a good day!