#//what is this 2 asks from shadow??? i am blessed

[brittle-doughie]

Rejoice (St. Pastry Order)

[The Lone Giant AU]

“Have you heard? The Giant is said to be walking through nearby Parfaedia tonight, they’re going to impose a curfew.”

“Really? Well, you won’t be catching me going outside then. Guess I’ll stock up on potions in the morning.”

“Is there really nothing that can be done to take care of the Giant? Has no Cookie ever tried using magic or their blades to take care of them?”

“Magic has no effect on them and not even the largest blade can make a sizable scratch. Besides, I doubt those White Mask cookies will allow you anywhere close to the Giant.”

“Oh right, those Cookies. The ones that claim that the Giant is their Divine Creator, here to reunite with their cookies once more. A whole lot of crazy if you ask me…”

“Crazy? Oh, but it is true! We have predicted that the day would come, my friends. That one day, the Divine Creator would return to us and guide us towards our destiny as one!”

“Huh? What nonsense are you spouting out this time?”

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[Beyond the Wall, Parfaedia Outskirts]

White Mask 1: “They are approaching! Ready the flame!”

A cookie donning a white mask hastily walked up the steps to an altar and ignites it, a blue flame roars to life amidst the dark terrain.

White Mask 2: “The High Priestess requests that the statue is placed properly!”

More cookies donning white masks work together to push a statue up the steps, before the roaring flame. The shape of the statue resembles less like of a cookie, it was more..human-like.

Two cookies watch on the display, one wore glasses along with her white nun robe that covered most of her light mint green hair, Reverend Mother Cookie.

The other one was taller than her, wearing her nun robe, albeit it was dark red in color complimented with white that did little to distract her bright red hair and eyes that bore snake slit eyes, High Priestess Cookie. (or Red Wine Cookie.)

Reverend Mother Cookie: “Everything is according to plan, we shall be ready before the Divine Creator arrives…”

High Priestess Cookie: “Wonderful, providence smiles upon you all. Have any heretics try to breach the ceremony?”

Reverend Mother Cookie: “The nearby town of Parfaedia are in the middle of curfew, no one is allowed out of the walls when our Divine Creator is nearby…”

High Priestess Cookie: “Afraid of our Creator, still. I see that the land still houses…ignorance, for our Creator only wish to save them from themselves…”

White Mask 2: “They are here! The Divine Creator has blessed all of us with their light!”

The two cookies’ attention was drawn and they make their way to a fair distance away from the front of the altar, joined with other nuns. The High Priestess stands in front while the Reverend Mother and her fellow Sisters kneel behind her in rows. The Missionary Cookie hurried into her spot after arriving to the ceremony.

Missionary Cookie: “Ah! I hope I am not too late!”

Reverend Mother Cookie: “No, my child. You have in fact arrived just in time…”

The ground starts to rumble as the approaching giant draws closer, the High Priestess can’t help to hide the ever growing smile on her face as the rumbling grew more intense.

The sky darkens as clouds form, the heat of the flame mixing with the cold air causing a fog to descend on the ceremony. The rumbling stops and despite being unable to see far off, the High Priestess knew of the colossal presence before them.

High Priestess Cookie: “O’ Blessed Creator, of whom all dough is created! Long have we waited for this day for you!”

Lightning strikes the sky, illuminating it briefly to reveal a massive shadow looming over the ceremony, the upper half of the giant obscured by the clouds. Reverend Mother spread her arms outs as did the other nuns as they looked up at the sky at their Creator.

Reverend Mother Cookie: “Rejoice, my Sisters!”

High Priestess Cookie: “We had hoped you’d return one day, O’ Blessed Creator. We have prepared all of this in hopes of earning your favor…”

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You leaned down to see the crowd of cookies before you better, then you noticed the little statue they made of you. It was..pretty spot on for a replica!

You: “Not bad, that’s a pretty accurate replica. You, uh, sure are dedicated to me! Er…here!”

You hand them an item you had, a pristine cookie cutter. The White Masks carefully take it and took it back to a safe spot.

High Priestess Cookie: “We are not deserving of your generosity, O’ Blessed Creator. We shall continue to spread truth and wisdom to the ignorant cookies in the land, whatever your Will commands it~”

To the side of the ceremony, three figures watch. One was proud to see the ceremony had worked while the other two were more younger and more amazed by having their beliefs made come true!

Mille-feuille Cookie: “Now do you see how benevolent and generous our Creator can be? We have long ran away from their fold, yet here they are. Willing to forgive us for the ultimate sin of the first Cookies!”

Orphan Cookie 1: “Wow, so cool! I knew the Creator was real! I’ve never doubted it for a second!”

Orphan Cookie 2: “A-are you sure they are not mad at us? They must’ve been a bit angry when the first Cookies ran away…”

What the? There were little ones here? Was this their field trip or something? You weren’t sure how to proceed, but you didn’t want to make them upset either. You fished around for something until you pulled out three candy bars, extra small size thank goodness. You handed it to the three cookies carefully.

Mille-feuille Cookie: “See? Utter generosity that we are not deserving of.”

Orphan Cookie 1: “We are not! I’ll treasure this as much as I can!”

Orphan Cookie 2: “Thank you, Creator!”

You turn back to the main group of nuns and White Masks as they kneel and spread their arms out, Reverend Mother and High Priestess Cookie included as they all rejoice.

Rejoiced for their Creator.

Everyone: “HAIL CREATOR!”

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

M!troll x f!reader

1.35k words

Both a light in the darkness and the last person you wanted to see now, once more you were with Zen'jan. While relieved at your rescue anger and fear still had their grip on your after seeing what he was capable of.

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The smell of blood filled your nose, nearly making you gag, but under the heavy smell of iron there was also incense. You could barely keep your eyes open, but you could feel that you were being carried. Looking up you saw a familiar silhouette in the darkness.

Desperately you wanted to yell at him, to scream why did he not say anything about following the god of shadows. To scream at him for tricking you into visiting his shrine. To scream at him to put you down now. But you could not.

You were tired, your head still throbbing, severely dehydrated, and still in a state of shock. You were thankful for the rescue, but it did not change that you were still angry with him, that you no longer trusted him.

The edges of your vision began to fade to black again, too exhausted to keep awake.

There was firm ground beneath you this time when you awoke. Zen’jan was clutching you against his chest while you were curled on his lap, sitting so your side was pressed against him, his tusks brushing against your face.

He was muttering something over and over again in his language, almost pleading sounding.

You stirred a bit and looked up to see his eyes squeezed shut while he continued his prayers, though not for long as your movements alerted him to the fact you were awake.

“I am so sorry” he wrapped his arms around you tightly though you quickly pulled away. “I deserved that” he sadly added.

He just looked broken, his shoulders slumped forward and head bowed, barely able to look at you.

“Are you hurt? Did they touch you?” he asked.

You did not answer, your voice was lost in your throat and now the chill of the night was setting in.

“Please, please come closer, you are shivering” he pleaded with you.

Reluctantly you leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms back around you, he was so warm.

“I am sorry I hid the truth from you” he began, “I was scared after you told me about the Light, I was scared that no matter what I did that one day you would know who I followed and hate me, or fear me.

“I saw how you looked at me on that first day, the fear in your eyes just when I reached out to you, it snapped me out of my own annoyance and panic. I did not want to ever be someone you feared, I did everything I could think of to make you feel safe, I never tried to touch you even on accident, I slept on the floor, I always tried to sit down around you so I did not tower over you. And it seemed to help. You started talking to me more, you stopped flinching when I moved.

“I thought that maybe if we were closer, maybe you would trust me and I could tell you. I knew you would be apprehensive, but maybe you would trust me enough to listen. But I ruined that”.

You felt him trembling too, but not from the cold. His voice wavered while he spoke, nearly choking on his own words.

“How did you find me?” you asked.

“Tsov’ka. You bear his blessing, as long as you are in the shadows he can find you, he first tracked you sitting in the shade of a tree, then later at the camp when night fell”.

The thought of that made your skin crawl, though it had saved you.

“When you ran from the shrines I thought it was best to give you space, let you calm down. I left a little after you and looked for you at home. When you were not there I went to Bira to ask if you were with her, but you were not there either. I started to look around the city anywhere I could think of, I asked every guard or shopkeeper I saw if they saw you until someone said they saw you leave the city.

“My heart sank, do you know how dangerous it can be out here?”

“I’ve come out here with Bira before” you pushed back.

“And Bira knows the area and would not have taken you this far. But way out here? There’s bandits! Gnolls! All sorts that would want to hurt you!”

You could hear the panic in his voice.

“I saw what you did” you told him.

He froze, his limbs stiffening up around you, “How much did you see?”

“Once it was quiet I peeked under the tent, I didn’t know it was you then, but I saw what was left”. It was brutal, not quick kills, people torn to ribbons and beyond recognizable.

“You were not supposed to see that” he sounded scared, “It was not supposed to be like that. I was just going to get you from the tent, it was supposed to be quick and easy, gone before anyone noticed I was there. But I heard them talk about you, what they planned on doing…” he trailed off.

“When I saw that humans from your kingdom found you I almost left, I thought that you would be better off if they took you home. That you could go back to your family and be away from me. That maybe one day you could find someone you loved and you could be happy” he sounded crushed, absolutely just shattered, and part of you felt bad for him.

“When I heard them talking though, I- I just- Tsov’ka offered me his gift, and I accepted. Even during the war I rarely accepted his power like that. Being a god’s avatar is not something to take lightly, to take his form, to weird his strength. I let my fear and anger guide me, and I did not stop until Tsov’ka made me.

“I know you already fear me, but I do not want to lie to you ever again, even if it means seeing me for who I am”.

You knew he had fought in the war, that he was regarded as war hero, but it often slipped your mind. He had always been so gentle and calm around you, doting on you and taking care of you, this was an intense reminder that he was not just a civilian.

“I do not expect you to stay with me, and I will not hold you against your will, ever. I will find a way to get you home to your kingdom. Bira knows a lot of traders and human outposts outside of your kingdom, she will know how to get you home”.

A few drops landed on your face and you looked up at him to see several large tears roll down his cheeks. His breath was heaving and shuddering as he held you.

You saw him for what he was then: scared. The fight you had on the first morning was because he was scared to go home and face you, so he left you alone there. He did not tell you the truth about all his gods because he was scared you would hate and fear him. He brutalized the bandit camp when he was scared for your safety and treatment. And now he was scared of losing you.

Knowing that fear drove him made his actions more understandable, though you did not know how much you could forgive, or if you could ignore what he was capable of. But at least knowing what drove him reminded you that he was a good person too, that he was kind and gentle, just very scared under it all.

You leaned your weight against him more, fully just melting into his embrace. Your kingdom and father were willing to have you killed to restart this war, returning to your kingdom was not an option, though Zen’jan did not seem to realize this. But here at least you had someone who cared about you enough to be scared of loosing you.

“Zen?” you asked, “Can you just take me to our home?”

His arms tightened around you, “Anything”.

Part 9

[helen-with-an-a]

Barcelona Femení

Fluff | Angst | Suggestive | Angst/Comfort | Smut

Any significant triggers have been after the title, but a more in-depth TW list is at the top of the fic itself.

Teen!R has been marked with *** Sibling!R has been marked with ^^^

Barça Femení

I Am An Adult masterlist: You are sick of being treated like a child. When you demand to be treated like an adult, your whole world gets thrown upside down.

*** I Need To Be Perfect (TW: Bad Mental Health): You feel the need to be perfect and don't know how to stop.

*** You Always Have An Excuse Part 1: You always have excuses but eventually, you slip up. //Part 2: You finally realise what you've been missing out on.

*** First Time Crush masterlist: You spot someone in the crowd ... someone you can't seem to get out of your head. Is this what a crush is?

*** Black Eyes (TW: Physical Violence; Injuries): You get attacked on your way home, and the team comes to your aid.

*** Karma's A Bitch: You're a little shit and like to play pranks.

Numb (TW: Bad Mental Health): You have a bad game and are not doing so well after it.

Do Better, Be Better: You have recently been diagnosed with ADHD and are having a bad day.

*** Different From Last Time (TW: Eating Disorder): Your eating disorder comes back after you move to Barcelona

Ask For a Sub (TW: Injury): You get injured during El Clàsico

Memory (TW: CPR, Medical issues, Illness): Memory is a blessing and a curse when you fall unconscious during a match

Older: You and Patri are concerned that the team will disapprove of your relationship. Who would have thought you would be exposed by a bra?

*** Withdrawn (TW: Somewhat described SA [coercion and r*pe]; Mental Health; Attempted forced sex; Mentions of repressed sexuality due to religion): You come back after the Winter break a lot more withdrawn

*** Drowning (TW: Undescribed Self Harm; Brief mentions of cutting; Bad mental health): You feel like you are drowning, and the team comes to help you

Ona Batlle

The Object That Stood In The Way of A World Cup masterlist: Ona was the love of your life. You were the love of hers. You weren't quite together back in Manchester. Now she's at Barça and she has a lot of fixing to do ... you both do.

Badger: You're convinced Ona doesn't like your nickname for her

On Top (18+): Ona wants to try being on top for once

Exposed: It takes an injury for Alexia to figure out you are in a relationship.

Putting On A Show (18+): Ona has a plan

Aitana Bonmatí

Heat: The heat is getting to everyone in Barcelona

Lucy Bronze

Barça Femení

Embarrassing Moments: Lucy wants to break your orgasm record after the UWCL final (2024)

Lost And Found (TW: Head Injury): You get injured when on a dog walk with Narla

Clumsy: 4 moments when you were really clumsy and 1 moment when Lucy was

Short But Mighty: You're short and a little angry

Out Of Position: With the number of injuries Barça have, you have to play out of position

^^^ You Hate Me: Lucy has always hated you and you just wants to know why

Chelsea

Rivalry: It's the first London Derby for you and Lucy

Ingrid Engen

Nerves: Part 1: you want to go all the way with Ingrid // Part 2

Patri Guijarro

Older: You and Patri are concerned that the team will disapprove of your relationship. Who would have thought you would be exposed by a bra?

Mapí León

Attacked (TW: Homophobia, Physical Assault and Injury, Panic Attack): You get attacked by a 'fan'

Alexia Putellas

^^^ Senses masterlist: You have always been in Alexia's shadow, you take a risk and move over to London to join The Blues. It couldn't have worked out any better.

Beautiful Girl masterlist: Alexia is tired of being Capitana Alexia Putellas. When she's with you, she's just Ale, your Beautiful Girl.

^^^ Exposed: It takes an injury for Alexia to figure out you are in a relationship.

^^^ Memory (TW: CPR, Medical issues, Illness): Memory is a blessing and a curse when you fall unconscious during a match.

Last Kiss: You move to Arsenal after breaking up with Alexia. Whilst you're there, you fall in love with someone new.

Happily Ever After (TW: Sickness): You tell your granddaughter all about how you and Alexia first met.

You Are The Music In Me: You gift Alexia something very special for your wedding.

Opposites Attract: It's a typical black-cat-golden-retriever relationship.

Keira Walsh

Barça Femení

Operation Christmas Kiss: The team come up with a plan to get you and Keira to confess your love before Christmas

[motimatcha]

"nostromo"

PART 2. White crow.

parts: one | two | three | four | five

dbd Xenomorph (alien) x fem!reader. attention: murder

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Ellen Louise Ripley. I am the only survivor of the Nostromo crew.”

Ellen spoke without pride or enthusiasm. Her voice was filled with bitterness and sadness, with the horror and fear of facing a monster from the depths of space one on one. Ripley looked like a woman who couldn't be broken no matter what the odds got in her way, and that made you respect this strong woman.

The fire from the fire was crackling steadily. The thrown firewood slowly turned black, turning into coals. The flame did not warm, but gave everyone present a phantom feeling of calm and safety. The territory of the survivors, fenced off by a white soothing fog, did not allow killers and creatures from other universes to reach the fire, but many still preferred to stay, if not in groups, then at least in pairs. Because it’s so safe, because it’s so comfortable. So profitable.

And among all this multitude of people, you alone felt out of place. White crow among black crows. It would seem that you could maintain a dialogue with each potential team member, taught and learned something new, but you did not have the same mutual understanding as Dwight and Claudette . You couldn't talk to Mikaella and Honas about enchantments any more than your basic knowledge of totem blessings allowed.

You were yours. But you were a stranger and in case of danger, they would be the last to save you.

“I will share with you my knowledge regarding the Alien or Xenomorph , as it is also called. This is a new... killer, as you call them here, who has a number of abilities.”

The conversation around the fire began to gain momentum. From time to time you asked your questions to Louise in order to better understand what to expect from the Alien. The information was, to put it mildly, depressing. You sincerely wanted not to compete in the tests against this monster, but everything was the will of the Entity and a little of your luck.

For the next three trials, you come face to face with the xenomorph . Perhaps he remembered you and holds a grudge, otherwise you cannot explain to yourself how it happened that in the first test you were sent to meet with the entity in the first place, the second time you were allowed to leave through the gate as the only survivors, and the third time you have successfully stumbled upon a hook.

In every unnatural-looking shadow, you saw the outline of a xenomorph's vertebrae . You heard his cry when he got caught with his paws or tail, seemingly behind his back. You could feel his saliva on and under your skin as the sixth test passed, and the creature from outer space continued to pursue you.

When for the seventh time, having completely resigned yourself to your fate of being an eternal victim of the Alien, you are incredibly lucky. You were ready to go to Ghostface , if not kiss, then something like that. And although the latter would be glad to get his first victim so soon, the other survivors looked at you more than strangely and would have suspected you of colluding with the maniac if they did not know your situation.

Laurie patted you on the shoulder sympathetically whenever you managed to cross paths.

“I’ve never felt so disgusting,” Claudette said irritably , sitting down on the edge of a fallen tree near the fire. You sat a little further away, so you could hear her words. “All this time it stood almost behind us, while we... while we...”

“Let’s be honest, we were lucky that we at least escaped without injury,” Jake Park, who apparently underwent the test with Morel . “It wasn’t pleasant for me to run through the bushes with my bare ass.”

“Do you think I really liked it?”

The guy wrinkled his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. You, interested, eavesdropped on someone else's conversation, trying not to frighten off the source of information; It will be better for you if the couple believes that their most interesting conversation was left without due attention.

You shivered when clouds of cold fog touched the bare skin of your legs and pulled them towards you, bending them at the knees. Wrapping your arms around yourself and adjusting the jacket thrown over you, you looked at the sky: beautiful and cloudless, strewn with stars - almost the same as you saw on the Nostromo , except that the satellite was much larger or closer to the surface of the planet.

Jake about something . Her active gestures and talking face clearly hinted that the girl did not agree with the words of her boyfriend, but the latter was unshakable and calm to match the emotionality of his partner. Soon their quiet conversation died down, and you understood only one thing: a stranger was watching them while the couple had sex.

Funny. And scary.

Ellen said that the xenomorph is evolving.

“It looks like my next test will be with you,” Ripley sat down next to her , oh which you thought a second ago, smiled warmly, and then looked at the stars. “I liked looking at them too.” In childhood. I dreamed that I would explore space and make discoveries, but...”

There was a moment of silence, which became awkward with each passing second. Did the girl deliberately leave the sentence unfinished to make you feel uncomfortable, did she want you to ask your question, or did the silence seem tense only to you?

The wood in the fire continued to crackle rhythmically, breaking the silence in the clearing. As you watched the once glowing scarlet wood turn to jet black, you couldn't help but notice the analogy with human determination and faith. You believed that the xenomorph would someday leave you alone when he satisfied his desire to take revenge on you, reveling in the feeling of the chase.

Faith, like a weak flame, faded away.

"But"?” you ask, hinting to hear the continuation of the story.

“When I thought that death was about to take me away and I would get rid of this nightmare, I ended up here. And he too.” Ellen shrugged. Her tired gaze turned to your figure, slightly trembling from the cold; Louise herself did not care about any weather, be it the stuffiness of an abandoned cemetery somewhere in the desert or the bone-chilling cold of Ormond. “Honestly, I thought that the monster would hunt me more than others, but watching you, I made a small assumption...”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise and anticipation . You were very interested in other people’s words, but at the same time you felt somehow uneasy. If a stranger really needs something from you, then you can safely assume that his pursuit will never end and someday his razor-sharp fangs will end up in your body. The prospect of becoming his prey did not please you at all, but so far you have managed to escape even while being possessed by him.

“So, what's your guess?”

The former officer is silent. The look of her dark eyes slightly alarms and frightens you, and the next moment the girl will turn into her sworn enemy and attack you. The acidic blood will burn through your skin and reach your bones, with its claws it will open your stomach to tear and devour your insides with its sharp fangs. Fear bubbled in your chest.

“The next time you meet him, pay attention to whether the monster has left its scent on your body. Saliva, blood...”

...The xenomorph is behind you. He hisses when he receives a blow to his chitin-covered head from the boards. A nail driven into the wood manages to scratch the strong armor, causing green poisonous blood to spill. You scream when drops of acid fall on your legs - running immediately becomes painful and difficult, a stranger can easily catch up with you and hook you with his tail. But when you turn around to see if the killer is following you, you find that he is simply standing still and watching, and then walking in the opposite direction of you...

...The viscous saliva of the xenomorph spills across the floor in front of the locker in which you hid. The secretions of a creature from deep space are mixed with your blood, flowing down your arms and legs after a recent attack - the xenomorph's tail brushed your side. With a sharp movement, the monster opens the iron cabinet door, but instead of immediately picking you up with its main weapon, a huge paw hits the back of the cabinet next to your head. The big head creeps closer to you, and you think that your end has come, that now the second mouth of the xenomorph will make a hole in your head. The xenomorph's saliva running down your cheek makes you think about a lot of things...

“Suppose, if it was, then what?..”

Ripley sighed heavily before giving her answer.

“Then I have bad news. He chose you as his mate to create a new colony here.”

Finding yourself on the Nostromo again no longer seemed something scary to you, rather than meeting one-on-one with a xenomorph . The faint hope that in today's test there will be some other killer, and not your personal nightmare, was dispelled to dust as soon as one of the points of movement of the monster was noticed. The control center located directly in front of the generator gave the alien easy access to attack from behind without being noticed. Your hands trembled weakly from fear, but you went to the generator at your own peril and risk.

You retrieved and installed the remote fire turret before sitting down to repair the generator. Fearing the worst-case scenario and knowing your luck, you specifically made the fruiting of the Entity to successfully and quickly repair the generators in order to quickly escape from the cage created by the Entity. Your comrades: Meg , Ellen and Claudette , should have tried to buy you as much time as they could.

“Most likely, his next step will be courtship. For these creatures, it is the presentation of corpses as an indicator of their strength, so that the future couple will evaluate the abilities of the future partner.”

Ripley ’s words came at the wrong time, because you almost miss the reaction check, almost blowing up the almost finished generator. A nervous chuckle escapes your lips, but then you have to hold your attention as soon as the turret begins to warn you that the killer is close.

Having finished with the generator, you took the turret and moved to the next point, marked for you by the Entity in red. It was difficult and long to move with the installation, but it was better to do so, constantly knowing whether an alien was nearby, than to run away and evade the attacks of its tail. The generators marked in red formed a good triangle, depriving the killer of which was your first priority - the ideally close location of all three points allowed you not to waste time.

The fire turret began signaling almost hysterically as soon as you approached the generator and installed the equipment. In a couple of seconds, you reach the nearest stone shelter, which completely hides your figure behind it, before a tall xenomorph figure appears from the control room . He screams heart-rendingly, as if in pain, and you yourself also wince, either from the unpleasant sound, or because the creature is somewhat pathetic. With one blow, the creature destroyed the turret, which brought it out of its crawling state, depriving it of its main weapon, after which the killer looked around in search of the next victim.

The perfect weapon was so evil that during the long chase he failed to catch a single survivor, and now he was completely set on fire by the turret.

Not finding his next victim, the alien returned back to the dungeon, but you understood that it was too early to leave the shelter - perhaps the xenomorph was only hiding, and in fact was sitting near the exit from the tunnel, waiting for the brave man who had installed a weapon here. Long minutes pass and only then do you decide to return to the strong point, get a new fire turret and start repairing the generator.

When the generator was half finished, Meg's scream was heard . Most likely, the creature touched her with its tail or claws, then there was the sound of falling boards and another scream - acidic blood fell on the girl. You couldn't go help her even if you wanted to because your main task was fixing the generator.

This is how helplessness feels.

A heavy feeling settled in your chest. As if if you were there, you could help, but being obsessed with the xenomorph , he simply would not pay his attention to you, continuing to chase other survivors until you are the last one left. And one Entity knows that a creature from deep space will rise up, who also wants to make a new colony with you.

It is impossible to have children in the world of the Entity. This is an indisputable fact proven by many survivors, but hardly the stranger knew about it, otherwise why does he continue to haunt you? Unless, of course, the reason lies in close communication with Michael Myers. Thinking about this, a faint shadow of a smile appears on your exhausted face. The picture in your head of how a silent killer telepathically conveys some instructions to an extraterrestrial being, and he shakes his head and wags his tail like a dog, amused you. Perhaps you had simply gone crazy, but now it was difficult to imagine the xenomorph as a serious threat.

Until the moment you come face to face with him again.

Suspiciously quickly, Ellen is hung on a hook, and she comes to the point of fighting the Entity. The girl, who is not quite used to everything, loses several times in the fight, and you can clearly hear her bones cracking and crunching. This makes you feel uneasy, but you forcefully hold yourself in place and finish fixing the generator. Wounded Claudette is forced to run from the killer, and Meg is too far away to save Ripley . At your own peril and risk, hoping that the killer does not decide to change course, you run up to the brunette hanging on the hook and save her from the clutches of the Entity.

“Thank you,” the survivor nods gratefully as you begin treatment. The toolbox remains lying nearby while, armed with someone else's first aid kit, you heal the wounds of the former officer. “Next time, don’t take risks. I have no more attempts to save myself.”

Biting your lower lip, you could only nod obediently, agreeing with the words of others. If the girl is telling the truth, then it really won’t be possible to save her and the next hanging will send her to a meeting with the entity. I wonder if others have at least some attempts to save themselves or are you the only one who can still try to get off the hook? After saying goodbye to Ripley and picking up your tools, you go to fix the next generator.

A body that fell nearby made you scream in fear, and then the generator exploded, illuminating the area with hundreds of sparks and revealing your location to the killer. You froze, like a rabbit in the face of a boa constrictor and don’t know what to do: run, attracting attention to yourself and, perhaps, the stranger will be distracted by you, abandoning his prey. But the stranger who notices you is only watching.

“...presenting corpses as an indicator of one’s strength...”

Excruciatingly long.

“...so that the future couple can evaluate their abilities...”

You don’t even know where this creature’s eyes are, but you can say with certainty that the gaze of the alien monster is sliding over your figure.

"...future..."

The xenomorph slowly pierces Ripley's body with its tail. Lifts him in the air, turning him to face him. You see the grimace of horror on Ellen's beautiful face. A second later, the xenomorph's second mouth pierces her head, leaving a large hole in her forehead.

"...partner..."

With gloomy calm you watch the alien creature. It throws a lifeless corpse at your feet, as if it is appreciating its work. You can clearly hear that unspoken “are you satisfied, my future couple?” in the shrill squeak of someone else. You manage to stand still with all your willpower, especially when the monster comes inappropriately close to you. You feel the iron smell, heavy cold breath above your ear, and viscous saliva mixed with blood that flows down your shoulder below.

The xenomorph suddenly turns its head to the side when it senses the presence of another survivor. It was Meg, who came out at the wrong time from around the corner of the Nostromo wreckage. Her gaze darted from Ellen's corpse to the xenomorph standing next to you.

originally there was a paragraph in this chapter where the reader reflects on the outcome of his ordeal, but does not remember how it all ended. this is due to the fact that I am an adherent of the theory of amnesia of survivors and killers. Unfortunately, I had to abandon this, but I do not exclude the possibility that references could remain somewhere in the text.

[goatyuuji]

JJK CHAPTER 261 AND MY THOUGHTS:

Soooooo this chapter was not for everyone lmao but if you ask me personally I am enjoying the direction in which the story is finally moving..261 has so many themes that just hit so hard bro, but I would be breaking them down into just 3 parts (because I would yap for another 3k words otherwise):

1. Breaking the cycle (remains unbroken):

Let’s start with the first person who tried to break the cycle: Toji. Toji, a man blessed with no cursed energy, born in a clan that probably abused him for that fact, tried to break the cycle of curse energy = strength mentality by killing Gojo even when he didn’t have to, he did not have to kill Gojo at all his mission was over, money was paid, he could have left he could have run but no he fights because he wants to prove to the world, to himself, and to the zenin clan that hated his very existence that “look a monkey like me with no cursed energy can take down the pinnacle of jujutsu look”…and we all know how it ends and the cycle continues with the zenin clan still being obsessed with the 10 shadows and Maki (and Mai) being treated like shit.

The second person who tried to break the cycle was: Geto. Geto realized after a failed mission, how little value a sorcerer’s life has in the eyes of a non-sorcerer even when those sorcerers dedicate their entire lives to saving them. He envisioned a world without curses where his fellow companions wouldn’t have to sacrifice their lives to save lives of people that don’t give two fucks about them. He realised how fucked up the jujutsu society really is, how fucked up the higher ups are and how they have no qualms about sending young sorcerers to their deaths. He also starts struggling with the ugliness of humanity and non-sorcerers and their ignorance. And so he tried to change that, he tried to make the world a better place for his friends and fellow sorcerers but he lost his ideals, his mortality and his humanity following the path he chose and in the end lost to a person who was soooo similar to him, who just wanted to save his friends too and prove to himself he deserved to live. And so the cycle continues with the higher ups using and abusing the young sorcerers, and the ones in power not giving a shit about what happens as long as they are comfortable (putting a kill order on Yuuji, making binding vow with Yuuta to kill Yuuji, suspending Hakari and Kirara, killing Yaga, etc).

The third person who tries to break the cycle is: Gojo. Gojo who saw his best friend leave him behind, not just physically but in terms of ideology, who saw his best friend become a monster in order to create a world where his friends and companions can live to their fullest and laugh from the bottom of their hearts, follow an idea so insane that even he couldn’t make sense of, he couldn’t catch up to him, couldn’t catch up to his ideas…so what does he do, he becomes a teacher. He guides young minds and fosters strong people that can overturn the way jjk society works and creates a group of people so strong that they can never be left behind, that will never feel what he felt. But all this crumbs when he comes back after his sealing, Gojo knows he still doesn’t possess the power to change the society the way he wants and if he is gone there is a vacuum in the jjk society that the higher ups can easily use to exploit…and so he kills them, kills them so that the Shibuya incident aftermath (read: Yuuji almost dying, Yaga being dead, Gojo getting framed as a traitor) can not be created again looping back to Geto’s departure and the way he killed an entire village (and for me personally it even loops back to when Gojo expressed his desire to kill the cult members clapping for Riko’s death).

2. Exploitation of the strongest:

Nanami, Higuruma, Junpei all of them are few examples that show themes of exploitation in jjk but there is this cycle of exploitation of the strongest that literally just…it’s too delicious okay:

Geto and Kenjaku - Every single Kenjaku victim deserves their own exploitation post but Geto was probably one of his best hosts since firstly, Geto was a special grade sorcerer and in Kenjaku’s own words “Special Grade rank signifies the ability to single-handedly overthrow nations, that obviously true for Gojo Satoru but Suguru Geto can also wield a Grotesque army through his cursed manipulation (ch. 203)”, and secondly his curse technique can literally allow him to claim any unclaimed curse which is just bonkers. But not only that, oh no no no the ultimate trump card that Kenjaku uses Geto for was to exploit Gojo emotionally. He made a six eyes user doubt his own technique and the funny part is: he was right. Gojo’s six eyes told him that it was Geto Suguru but his soul, HIS SOUL knew otherwise. And that emotional trump card was bigger than what any other host could provide.

Megumi and Sukuna- From the very start of his show, we have seen Sukuna obsess about Megumi and his curse technique. He has even admitted that Megumi, as he grows stronger, can literally defeat him and kill him. For more than 200 chapters we have seen Sukuna devise a plan to make Megumi as his vessel, so that he can get the 10 shadows/Mahoraga. He even exploits Megumi’s curse technique after the body possession to kill off Megumi’s sister and totally submerge his soul into the abyss.

Gojo and Yuuta- The chapter was so good that we looped back to the themes of exploiting the strongest but only this time not one, BUT TWO STRONGEST SORCERERS getting exploited at the same time. On one hand we have Gojo Satoru, who has always been seen as a weapon since the day he was born, been used as a tool by the higher ups, been used and seen as nothing but strength incarnate till the day he took his last breath and getting his body used as a tool again even after his death. He even got emotionally exploited by Kenjaku and his mind games during Shibuya. On the other hand we have Okkotsu Yuta, a kid who didn’t even know he comes from a great dynasty of Jujutsu sorcerers until he accidentally cursed his friend, who meets a guy that saved his life and helped him get back onto his feet almost a year ago…sees the loneliness and isolation that man subjects himself to and wants to help him in return too, he wants him to share the burden and not suffer alone but the man is dead now and there is no one to fill the space he left, no one that can be used as a weapon anymore, no one that can be the monster the sorcerers need to win this fight, so he steps up, he becomes the monster for the story, because he can not let it all go to waste now. Ah the tragedy of not seeing yourself as a human but just a means.

3. Love is the greatest curse of them all:

Yuuta’s story started with him cursing his friend, Rika, because he could not accept her death. He loved Rika, he could not let her go because he loved. He fought Geto Suguru, even tried to sacrifice himself in the end so that his friends could live because he loved and cherished his friends. Love, love, love…In this chapter we see him worry about Gojo because isn’t Gojo doing everything all by his own, even going as far as to stain his hands in blood so that when he is not needed (dead) the rest of the cast does not have to suffer, and so he fills in the shoes of his sensei, a man he respected and loved a lot, he sacrifices himself, his humanity and becomes almost a curse for his sensei because in the end, love is the greatest curse of them all.

[lucozadehulahoop]

A Question of Time (Astarion x f!reader/tav) part 3/?

Chapter summary: Astarion makes his choice, but his actions don't go unnoticed. Call it divine intervention.

A.N: Big thank you for the massive love on this! I've only been posting this fic for three days and the response has been overwhelming! I appreciate every single comment and it really keeps me motivated. The tag list will be posted below the cut because it's getting a bit long ahh.

Tags and T.W.:pre-bg3!Astarion, slave!Astarion, mentions of torture and abuse, demi-goddess!tav, eventual NSFW (minors stay away kindly, thank you darlings)

warning for this chapter: seggsual sention (eh more just dorks being dorks)

part 1 part 2 part 4

"Astarion, favored soul, I send you my own flesh and blood to remove you from harm, yet you do not take your chance to flee..." An ethereal voice sang to Astarion as he tried to make sense of his own surroundings.

Slowly he began to recognize the cemetery, the tombstones, his own grave... how had he ended up back there?

The moon shined brightly down on him, and slowly the origin of that voice materialized itself right in front of him.

Astarion may have not been a believer, but he could recognize a goddess when he saw one. Much like in her many popular depictions, Sehanine wore what resembled a black silk gown, the very fabric that created the shadows she was a patron of. Her hair was black and white, her skin deep blue like the ocean, and her eyes the shape of twin moons. Many were the elves who worshiped 'the Moonweaver ' dutifully.

Sehanine was also the only diety criminals and tricksters seemed to cling to. A favor from the patron of illusions and misdirection could make the difference between the success or failure of a deed carried out under the cover of night.

But she was not only the goddess those who worked in secrecy and trickery often asked for a blessing from. Love was the biggest blessing tied to her name, and many cursed her for being the protector of lovers who steeled away for a tryst in the night.

"Do not be afraid, Pale One." She smiled at him eerily. "I appear to you now to give you guidance. I am sure by now you recognize me, even though on this plane I have come to be known to many as Selùne in these times, but you have been alive since the days of the old creed..."

"Y-yes--" Astarion stammered, never once having thought he'd be entertaining a conversation with a diety.

"I know you have not once believed in anything that was not material, and I am not here to test your faith, little vampire. I have been guiding your journey through this world ever since you began to display all of those qualities that are so dear to me... the Moon has been your close ally in all of your deeds..." The goddess proclaimed. "I look out for my own, but now... you go against my design to deliver you from your wretched master. Why is it so?"

It was quite a hefty amount of information to take in all at once. Not to mention preposterous. Guidance? Protection? If Astarion had been so favored by the gods, why in the seven hells had he been crushed underneath Cazador's heel for two hundred years?

The anger didn't take long to boil up inside of him. "No. No, forgive me, your holiness, but there has to be some kind of mistake here." Astarion sneered. "I think you've got the wrong Astarion, because this one has been attacked by the Gur, turned into a vampire, and subjected to two centuries of torture at the hands of a maniac!"

Sehanine smiled down at him once more, almost as if Astarion's lament was something to be amused by. "It is not up to me to explain the trials and tribulations of mortal life, dear one... If I directly interfered with the lives of every being I wished to influence in a constant manner, then other gods would want the same and war would surely break out amongst us. I would not come to you if I did not fear great peril on the horizon. Your Master, Cazador Szaar, has joined a league with dark, dangerous forces... forces that are enemies to myself and other entities that keep the balance between good and-"

Astarion scoffed. "I fail to see, how any of this is my concern."

The goddess's eyes became pitch black and her form started to warp into something far more sinister. "Count yourself lucky I consider your quick wit as a quality, but do not make the mistake of disrespecting me again, vampire spawn." She threatened in a booming voice. "You will be turned into a sacrificial lamb to your Master's ascension to near-godliness if you do not flee now, underneath my daughter's protection."

Astarion was silent for a very long while. In fact, he could not tell how much time had passed before she finally spoke again, her voice once again gentle.

"I will not have one of my own be involved in this abomination of a rite. In fact, I will make sure Tav stops this event from coming to pass so that she may meet her destiny."

Astarion couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind once again, even at the cost of being punished by the divine. "Meet her destiny? Surely... surely you must know how powerful Cazador is. I mean, I've seen what your darling daughter can do, but she doesn't seem to have a single mean bone in her body and you might risk losing her-"

"Tav must die for Cazador and the rest of the evil he's created to be eradicated for good." Was the goddess's simply put answer.

"But... she's your daughter." Astarion failed to understand until it finally clicked in his head. "You---you set her up like a lamb for slaughter. This is why she couldn't keep away from me? Because you made her come to my rescue every time? And now she's... Hells, she's getting rid of Cazador for you and dying in the process because you can't look bad in front of your god pals? What happened to looking out for your own?"

"I may have brought her into this world, but she is not one of my own." The Moonweaver clarified." Too sweet, too good-natured. The only thing I can truly recognize is her beauty. But no, I have not spoken to her, ever. I thought it best she did not know the pain of who she truly is, nor how she will meet her end. I simply know how and when it will come to pass. Yet, it was quite surprising to see how deeply attuned to your pain she is... and in the grand scheme of things it drew her like a moth to a flame, right into Cazador's grasp..."

Astarion began to feel violently ill, and he couldn't understand why. "Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about---"

"Oh hush now, don't tell me you care for her? I would find that hard to believe..." She grinned, her very nature compelled to be intrigued by displays of affection, especially when they bloomed in the most unlikely of circumstances."However, I must go now, little vampling. But do not worry, Tav will be remembered, I will personally make sure to immortalize her in the stars for her valiant sacrifice."

"No!" Astarion cried out as he thrashed on the floor, suddenly regaining consciousness underneath Tav's tear-brimmed eyes.

She had been trying desperately to bring the pale elf back to consciousness after he'd dropped to the ground unexpectedly, his red eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body wracked by convulsions.

"Astarion!" She shook him a little more for good measure. "Astarion stay with me!" Tav let out a little sob, never having come across a physical ailment she hadn't been able to cure.

"Hells below..." Astarion cursed, slowly managing to sit up as he caught up with what had just happened.

Tav was quite a sight for a creature who hardly ever seemed to be affected by anything. Tear-stained cheeks, her hands twisting in the fabric of her dress. Astarion couldn't recall the last time someone had ever displayed worry over him. And now that he knew the truth about so many things, he didn't deem himself worthy of it. "Cheer up, sweet, I'm alright." He couldn't help but say, pinching her nose softly between his curled fingers.

"Alright?!" Tav barked at him, huffing and shooing his hand away. "You dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and then you started convulsing!" She accused as if Astarion had done so on purpose. "You were completely unresponsive for almost half of an hour! How often does this happen for you to think it's alright?"

Astarion could think of a million things to say. A close encounter with Tav's dear old mom being the explanation at the forefront of his mind. But the implications of that conversation having undeniably taken place (considering it hadn't been just some weird dream as he'd liked to have hoped) were too painful to consider. He should have been thinking about the fact that Cazador planned to sacrifice him. He should have been burning with rage at the mere thought of his death aiding his captor on the path to becoming god-like.

Instead, all he could do was laugh, enjoying the way it riled up Tav even more. "Like a what? Darling, I must say my likeliness has been compared to many things in my lifetime, but a sack of potatoes has certainly never made the list..."

"Oh well, then may I suggest that 'obtuse ass' also be included?" She retorted, getting in his face as she was completely unamused by the way he was belittling her concern.

"Do you spend a lot of time thinking about the shape of my backside?" Astarion tilted his head closer too, meaning to snap back at Tav, but instantly realizing his words had come out quite a bit softer than intended.

"I-I don't see how that's relevant..." Tav whispered, mimicking his tone as her pupils turned into the size of saucers.

"You're the one who brought it up..." Astarion shrugged, as he had a very private laugh within himself at Tav's expense. She was so gullible, he could have eaten her up.

"No! You have misunderstood me. Please, I apologize if I have made you feel--" Tav was in the middle of expressing a sincere apology when she realized Astarion could no longer contain the amusement he was having at her expense. "You are despicable!" She huffed, doing a poor attempt at shoving at his chest before getting herself back up on her feet.

Astarion chose to admire her a few seconds more from where he was sitting on the ground. "Now that, my darling... is something I've definitely been called before."

Tav crossed her arms over her chest as she adamantly checked on his capability to stand back up on his feet again. "How will you know it won't happen again?" She asked him seriously, referring to the episode that had just transpired.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'll get called 'despicable' again for days to come." Astarion attempted to avoid the question.

"I meant you fainting!" Tav insisted.

"I've... got a pretty good idea of what I need to do to stop it from happening again." Running away from this hellhole, and leaving you here none the wiser, so I don't get any more friendly reminders from your mother, Astarion thought to himself as he swallowed down a knot in his throat. He looked out the window and recognized the familiar hues of light. The day was coming and he wasn't going to be able to leave until it was over.

Astarion needed to get his affairs in order and rest. Staying simply wasn't an option.

Not to mention, he was practically starving.

His gaze began to linger extensively on Tav as she stared into the fireplace.

"You've been up all night, darling---" Astarion snapped out of his reverie and began to fret as he started closing all the window panes, making sure not a single ray of light would be able to break through. "Surely, surely it would be good for you to get some rest, no? In your room that is --- far, far away from me, I mean- I have tasks to do now. Servants are terribly, terribly busy people, you see---" He continued to ramble as he not so subtly nudged Tav out of his room, guiding her to the door. "I must get to my work-"

"But you are clearly unwell! You're the one who must rest, Astarion. You're even paler than usual-" Tav protested, turning into his arms to look up at him in defiance once more.

"May the gods help me -- no, actually let's leave them out of this -- must you stick your pretty little nose in everything I do? I can take care of myself and I'm not the helpless little critter you seem to think you've stumbled upon-" Astarion had intended on pushing Tav out of the room, but all he was doing in actuality was bringing her closer to his body.

"Well, you've certainly given me plenty of proof on that front haven't you?" Tav spat and twisted her hands in his worn-out shirt.

Just like that, they were back to arguing again, except this time it wasn't amusing for either of them.

"Proof? Is that what you want?" Astarion asked her, losing his last nerve to hunger and exhaustion.

The curtain fell, and Tav looked back into the face of a vampire.

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A.N: hehe, oh how I like to tease you so. Okay real talk, this is now an ongoing fic. Truly, you guys have given me so much love, and I'm overwhelmed. I'm really enjoying writing this story and I thank you all for joining the ride. stay tuned for part 4!

This story is also on Ao3 btw, for the people who prefer reading it there.

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"On the Courtship of Hedgehogs" chapter 2 notes

Read chapter 2 here!

*****

Do not take this to mean you should view friendships as a "first step" to a relationship. 

Jules and Bernie say fuck your Friendzone bullshit.

*****

many hedgehogs—your authors included—begin flirting months or years before they pair up

There’s this adorable moment in Archie Sonic #76 when Jules recognizes Bernie as “that girl I used to debate against in school,” and I had to reference it here.

*****

Her clients chose the store, and she picked up a little extra shopping on the way.

Not mentioned in the story yet, but there is not a single matching plate or piece of silverware at Rouge and Shadow’s place. It’s all stolen, one piece at a time, just to ruin someone’s perfect place settings.

*****

Amy's eyes flicked to the book, then back to Rouge. "Eh, I watched the movies. Good homo-romantic pining, but no payoff."

Nerdy readers might have figured out that what Rouge stole was a signed first edition of “The Fellowship of the Ring.” A full signed LOTR trilogy was sold at auction in 2015 for £287,700. Rouge stole just one for the giggles.

*****

"Now, let's not assume it's because he's focused on Shadow," Rouge reassured, ripping the cork from her already-open bottle and taking a direct swig from the Chateau Lafite before slamming it back down. 

Depending on which vintage Rouge stole, this bottle of wine could be worth around $230,000.

*****

Bless that girl for bringing book five of the Solarian Chronicles, it was the one Rouge had been missing from her own reader. 

The Solarian Chronicles are a reference to the 2006 Sonic game.

*****

"He called me a porcupine!" Sonic pushed up to his knees, gesturing down his body. "Do I look like a porcupine to you!?"

A human called me a POSSUM. I am NOT a POSSUM!

*****

A shiver went up the blue hedgehog's back, skin bunching, fur and quills rippling under Shadow's touch.

Ever seen videos of what a hairless cat’s back does when you tough it? That’s what’s happening to Sonic.

*****

Ask Rouge to give you brushies or something.

The author wishes to suggest the opposite. 

That said....

*****

"Well," Shadow mused, flicking a twig into the distance, "if you've been noticing my backside, then you admit you're falling behind."

Sonic chuffed. "Or maybe I'm just there for the view."

This was one of those moments when the characters decided to just have their own little conversation in my head, and I was just frantically writing down what they said.

*****

And Stone, stand-up guy that he was (indebted to Sonic and his family's testimony after the whole metal knockoff thing as he was),

In my idea for the Metal Sonic story, Stone joins the team after he looks at some remains of Metal Sonic and recognizes parts inspired by Robotnik’s work, but clearly just ripping it off. Stone is Not Pleased at the abuse of Ivo’s legacy, and manages to do enough to solve the problem that GUN allows him to go back to the Mean Bean, but under a very strict Mobian-enforced house arrest. Stone would certainly betray the trust placed in him if he discovered some method of bringing the Doctor back, but, as of yet, that hasn’t happened.

*****

That was the same look they shared before Maddie restricted the three semi-animal kids to the property, back during the rabies scare three years ago. 

I spend more time than is healthy wondering how Maddie handles the Mobians’ medical care. Earth foxes can be given a rabies vaccine, but would it be safe to give Tails? Could post-exposure prophylaxis stop the spread of the sickness in the kids? Can Mobians even GET rabies? For this disease, she would definitely play it safe.

*****

I’ll become a real sexpert!

Travis insists he’s a “sexpert,” but if there’s a degree on his wall, I haven’t seen it.

*****

Wow, did Mobians go to Heaven?

All Dog Mobians do.

*****

"Bark bark!" Ozzy replied. <You cut off my balls! Personally!>

Like...she probably did. It’s a routine procedure. There’s no ethical standard for vets that says they can’t treat their own animals, unlike human doctors and their families. She probably tossed her puppy’s puppies right in the garbage.

[ikebo-simp]

Funniest SAGAU reverse isekai settings for them to pop into existence in:

1. Renaissance fair

2. Norway (Khaenri’ah is based off Norway so I think everyone would freak out)

3. Anime/Video game convention

4. New York City babey (or any major city) (like Enchanted but worse)

6. Haunted house

Nobody is having a good time, but it would be so funny.

I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this, life kept throwing things at me and so I died before writing this

I haven't been to most of these places, but you are so correct, I'm mostly having them react to the places, and it's not necessarily focused on them searching for you

If it wasn't quite how you wanted, please ask again? I'll try my best

Renfaire:

Fischl, would fit perfectly in a Renfaire, overwelmed at first but slow grows to like more and more, before proudly proclaiming "I am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung" and all the people clap and bow down and respect her like a princess

What about Ayaka, joining in, changing into some of the clothes available and joining into the festivities, someplace where her responsibility don't weigh on her, somewhere the honor of her family doesn't follow her like a shadow

Both girls probably would this a blessing from 'Your Grace' a chance to relax and unwind in a place that welcomes them so warmly

Norway:

Dainsleif holds a bated breath as he looks around the place, familiar yet, unfamiliar. He torn on whether this is a gift from you or a curse, just what has he done to deserve this?

Zhongli feels his memories of the war coming back to him, flooding his thoughts, so many people... dead, why did you show him this place? Did you want to him something? Are you displeased with him?

Norway fills those who know about Khaenri'ah with a hidden dread, they misunderstand and think somethings changing, the world's getting overturned

Anime/Video Game Con

Nahida walks around the con glancing around, she understands that she's in a different world almost instantly, she's curious about the customs and world she just appeared in, does everyone try and imitate others? She does rather feel unnerved around the Dottore cosplayers

Collei immediately gets intimidated by all the loud sounds and the bumping bodies, although luckily several kind cosplayers took care of her and gently lead her away from the crowd, she honestly just very confusing and overstimulated

The con is a curious place for those who visit it and almost everyone who has trauma from Dottore wonder why there's so many Dottore clones all in one place

New York City:

Venti feels stifled, the air didn't have the same clean crispness of Teyvat, and although the sights are sounds of city are music to his ears, the air pushes on his chest like a heavy weight, making it hard for him to full enjoy his trip into the real world

Xinyan absolutely loves the city, the aesthetic, the feeling of expression, all kinds of music and styles, she wasn't getting weird stares or her style choice, she love her time in the city, her only problem? The how dirty the streets were

In New York City, it goes about as well as you'd expect, it's exciting to all the new sights, however... if it's extremely easy for one to get overstimulated

Haunted House:

Chongyun probably knocked out the first person that tried to scare him before realizing that it was just a normal person and not a evil spirit, he still gets his hopes up that he'll encounter a true ghost through

Hu Tao absolutely loves scaring the cast and guests, she'll find all the hiding spots and lay in wait for her next victim, honestly has a huge blast even though she's been transported into a different world

A/N Ahhhhh I posted it too early!!!!!!

Thanks for Reading

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What I Read This Week: 02/16/2025

I am a librarian, and unrelated to stereotypes about my profession, I do read a metric shit-ton in a week. Most of it is fanfiction but hey, I thought maybe it's time I share my reads?

This is what I read this week:

1 Caught Between Sun and Shadows by Alliandra (71,591)

Summary: The Sunshot Campaign was losing. It was only a matter of time before Wen Ruohan beat them into submission. There were rumours surrounding a force in Yiling that could potentially turn the tide. The place was taken from the Wen early in the war but no one knows by whom, known only as the 'Yiling Patriarch'. All forces that the Wen have sent to try and retake Yiling have been destroyed entirely. If he allied with the campaign then it could potentially turn the tide of the war. A messenger was sent to him asking what he wants in exchange for an alliance.

The response came back: the heir of one of the Great Sects in marriage. For the war to be won, someone must be sacrificed.

---

Taking a deep breath he straightened his shoulders and tilted his chin up slightly in determination, “I will do it.”

The arguing continued and Lan Wangji frowned as it seemed that no one had heard him, until his eyes met his brother’s and saw that his face had gone white with shock.

Nie Mingjue looked between them, “What was that, Wangji?”

“I said, I will do it.” Lan Wangji repeated, gripping so tightly onto Bichen that his knuckles went white.

I love a Yiling Laozu fic. Specifically I love a Yiling Laozu war-prize Lan Zhan or Yiling Laozu claims a war-boon and starts a sect fic. This is all of the above with a side of Lan Zhan has a Yiling Laozu kink.

This was a solid neutral fic for me; it wasn't overly emotional, the plot ended well but open, and a good palette cleansing fic for whatever I read next.

I will highlight the mortifying ordeal of your brother seeing one of your kinks and then it becoming a political point as a thing that does happen. Very embarrassing, I had to step away for a second.

Overall it was okay!

2. Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX Chapter 40-43

Summary: Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedication and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise, can also fall…and fall he does, cast from the Heavens again and again and banished to the mortal realm.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time. Now only a lowly scrap collector, he is dispatched to wander the earthly realm to take on tasks appointed by the heavens to pay back debts and maintain his divinity. Aided by old friends and foes alike, and graced with the company of a mysterious young man with whom he feels an instant connection, Xie Lian must confront the horrors of his past in order to dispel the curse of his present.

I'm nearing the end of book 3! I'm reading about a chapter a day and live blogging the experience. you can follow along on the Bloopitynoot reads TGCF tag

NO SPOILERS PLS.

So far I am loving it!

3. The Way to a Lan's Heart... by BegrudginglyTumbling (SarcasticSmiler) (2,266)

Summary: Lan Wangji finds Wei Wuxian somewhere he shouldn't be, and promptly falls in love. But the road to marrying is a hard one when the man you love has an over-protective shidi.

This was so damn cute omg.

Short but super sweet

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying holding babies and falling in love

0 angst, only fluff.

4 returning to the old homestead by cosmicfuss (30,200)

Summary: Sixteen years, for some cultivators, is next to nothing. Sixteen years, to a ghost, is nothing at all. The Yiling Patriarch had died, and then he hadn't.

Or, Wei Wuxian wakes up sixteen years later. The Lan disciples are there, the sword spirit is there, a braying donkey is there. He leaves them all behind, and chooses another path.

This was actually so stunning to read.

The trauma of dying, waking in a new body, and wanting to withdrawal from society.

Full of self discovery, very much identity p0rn (yeah I'm censoring that because last time I used that word the post was blocked from showing up in my tags) and of course we have some incredibly sweet wangxian

5 Ship Wars: A New Hope (RPF Edition) by PeerlessCourgette (marimorimo), scholomancefan (24,352)

Summary: A fresh infusion of smut to rival Regret of Chunshan has flooded the jianghu—and for once, it’s not Shen Qingqiu x Luo Binghe! Shen Qingqiu breathes a sigh of relief.

But his reprieve is short-lived.

What the fuck is “Bingliushen”?!

This was pure trash in the absolute most respectful and best way

The crack! fic was definitely cracking

Even the explicit content was very much crack, and this feral energy is my life blood.

If you read this please do not take it seriously LOL

6 A Guide on Parenting a BL Novel Protag by BingQiu by anatheme (78,604)

Summary: First, find the protagonist. Second, adopt him. Third, provide the protagonist with the loving and supportive family he deserved. Fourth, face slap the villains away before canon timeline happened because canon was already an angsty shitshow. Fifth, let the protagonist meet the main lead and watch their romance bloom in real life.

Thousands of years passed after the conclusion of the main storyline and Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's disbandment, their tales had long been forgotten and only tidbits remained as new sects rose to replace them.

While enjoying their happy ending without the SYSTEM blaring out orders and deducting points left and right, it should be easy for experienced transmigrator and already a parent to three Immortal Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu and his husband, Demon Emperor Luo Binghe, to raise a baby A-Ying whom they saved from the streets.

This is my first crossover mxtx fic and I am not at all mad about it. The author says that this is pure indulgence, I argue all fics are indulgent; this one is just pure fluff.

Absolutely adorable. The way this fic healed me

RIP Lan Qiren's beard (the remix)

7 On the Bloodied Path I Take to You by DoNotKillMe (106,831)

Summary: Upon waking up from protecting Wei Ying after the Nightless City massacre, Lan Zhan discovers that Wei Ying is dead. Overcome with grief, he takes out his anger on the elders responsible. After, he goes to the Burial Mounds, intending to take his own life. Instead, he discovers A-Yuan and resolves to take care of the child until the boy is self-sufficient. On the cusp of adulthood, A-Yuan fears that every day may be the last day he sees his father. Thankfully, Wei Ying is resurrected in the nick of time, banishing such suicidal thoughts from Lan Zhan's mind. There's just one thing:

"Lan Zhan, what do you mean you've seceded from the Lan Sect?!"

Normally Dark!(character) is not my favourite tag; but I am honestly glad I read this!

I love a story of a person hitting their absolute limits and clawing back from it.

This was a little OOC, but I didn't mind it.

Very much when sibling relationships degrade

8 Hanguang-Jun and His Beloved Pet Rabbit by 96qutie (in progress fic; read chapter 32)

Summary: A gentle touch stroked his back, and Wei Ying stiffened in surprise. He looked up to find pale-gold eyes staring down at him intensely.

He gulped.

“Are you hurt?” The young cultivator asked in a soft voice, as if he expected an answer— even though he was already prodding Wei Ying’s ears and legs to see for himself. When he didn’t find evidence of injury he seemed to relax. “Are you frightened?”

If Wei Ying were human, he would have blushed and tried to crack a joke to hide it. As a rabbit, he could only kick his feet like a shy toddler.

“Wangji? I heard a commotion. Is everything alright?”

With the swiftness of a child being caught up past their bedtime, Wei Ying was shoved inside a billowing sleeve.

“Mn.”

—

This is a ‘The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish’ AU for Wangxian. That series captured my heart, so then this happened. For those who don’t know that story; you don’t have to read it to read this. I don’t follow the plot at all, and I even changed the premise a bit. It’s only loosely inspired by it.

Also just to be clear: Wei Ying is not a rabbit 100% of the time.

There was an update this week on this beloved fic!

Our badass takes on Nightless City and it is satisfying.

Still some twists before the happy ending though!

9 Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (42,817)

Summary: After the Sunshot Campaign, in an effort to restore his reputation and avoid responsibilities he can no longer fulfill, Wei Wuxian agrees to spend three months in each sect.

This was actually so wholesome :'3

It did have a little bit of angst, but expected with Guangshit being involved in anything.

I loved the support system for WWX by the end of the fic. Everyone can't help but be charmed by this guy

10 River's Child by NonsensicalRambling (79,676)

Summary: There is an array under the floor at Lotus Pier. Or rather, there used to be an array. For nearly the entirety of the Jiang sect's existence it was kept a secret, passed down only from sect leader to heir. When Jiang Fengmian died without taking his son through the ritual to maintain it, it shattered, and what it bound is now free for the first time in centuries.

War is on the horizon, and blood is waking up.

The waters of Yunmeng hold many secrets, and even the most placid looking river can hide dangerous currents and depths.

Wei Ying: If I don't stop to think about it, then nothing's wrong. Just keep moving on! Everything's fine. Jiang Cheng: Anyone who tries to take away my brother can fuck off all the way to hell.

I love fics with heavenly beasts/hybrids/shifters whatever in a Xianxia setting and this was absolutely fluffy and glorious

The angst was so low, the Yunmeng Siblings were supportive of eachother, and Wei Ying is a divine beast!?!?!?

This was a slow burn (until it wasn't) Wangxian.

Bonus for Lan Qiren having to deal with his nephew marrying Wei Ying AND needing to acknowledge that his most hated ex student is of divine blood line.

11 If Not You by ketolic (corrose) (55,999)

Summary: When Mobei Jun is struck by an insidious poison that requires dual cultivation to cure, Shang Qinghua isn’t exactly relieved, but at least it’s an easy cure, right?

Wrong! Mobei Jun won’t dual cultivate? He won’t marry? He refuses all available methods to save his life? Why is he being so stubborn?! If he doesn't dual cultivate with someone, then he'll die!

Part one of Devotion for Devotion

the most tender and sweet smut

It is a fuck or die trope, but they are so soft for each other. Keep in mind though with this trope there is always a bit of dubiousness with consent- this one takes an informed and educated approach and I love it for that

Bittersweet miscommunication of an ending which is sadness because part 2 looks unfinished (last update december 2023 :((()

it was still a good read though

12 From Beyond the Grave by Fereael (17,984)

Summary: ‘A-Yuan.’

It is that one name that keeps him clinging to reality, that one name which pushes Wei Wuxian onward through the haze of the burial mounds.

‘A-Yuan. A-Yuan. A-Yuan.’

The boy is alone now.

All alone.

OR Wei Wuxian comes back as a ghost and is there in the burial mounds when Lan Wangji finds A-Yuan.

wowie I defo need tissues for this fic. my heart :(((((((((

omg my heart. Every time I see a ghost Wei Ying fic it puts me through an emotional cheese grater.

It is worth it every time though :'3

13 Jin Ling is transfem. That’s it, that’s the fic by bombyx_moriii (16,807)

Summary: “So what is this about, huh?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, turning all his attention to his nephew.

Jin Ling is frustrated, nervous, and entirely too flustered after being subjected to their frankly disgusting display of affection for each other. Before being embarrassed and agitated, he had planned exactly how he would introduce the conversation and how he would handle it if it went awry. Every part of it was controlled and careful, and most importantly, it was entirely on his terms. The initial teasing must have ruffled him more than he had anticipated and must be why, instead of cautiously asking for advice as planned, he abruptly begins with, “So you’re a cut-sleeve!”

Or:

Jin Ling comes to realize something about herself.

This was indulgent, sweet, and wonderful

I love stories with the juniors but I also am here for a trans story.

The realness of having gender questions so you go to the only queers you know.

14 Paper Faces on Parade by TheChocoChick (126,565)

Summary: Two years after Binghe was forced to begin his demonic blackening, the System breaks its stubborn silence.

[Congratulations! Congratulations!! Congratulations!!! Important things must be said three times!! Host User has received a Key Item and unlocked a Platinum Tier Hidden Quest! Please continue to work hard!] {{ FOLDED FANS AND SORROWED SMILES }} -Current Objective: (Speak to Yue Qingyuan)

This is NOT how Shen Qingqiu was expecting this to go, but maybe a side quest from the sect leader is just what he needs to avoid the pickle jar! But… maybe this isn’t going to be as simple as he thought?!

(Or: Shen Yuan unlocks character companion mode, and Shenanigans Ensue.)

I think this is one of my favourites of the week to be honest! It was so so good. I cried so many times.

I went into it because of the Shen yuan and Yue Qingyuan friendship and it ended up being nothing like I thought it was

Such a heartwarming ending too. Ugh, I loved it.

I don't want to say too much in case I spoil it but Shen Qingqiu and Shen Yuan are the best bros.

15 Run For Cover by GooseRot (56,860)

Summary: In order to be rid of an overly relentless stalker, Shen Yuan makes the questionable and admittedly rather desperate decision to seek help from a demon.

The demon he ultimately summons, however, is a bit…different than he imagined.

This started fantastic it got real dark at the end.

I have mixed feelings about it. This was on the path to a solid redemption arc but it went real south

for those who like Bing-ge this is for you

16 Mutations in the Rumor Mill by Bodldops (30,376)

Summary: Everyone says that Lan Qiren hated Cangse Sanren. Everyone knows that as fact.

Or, at least, everyone has heard that repeated as fact.

Lan Qiren never bothered to tell anyone otherwise. He regrets doing so.

(This work is finished, remaining chapters will be posted every Tuesday!)

I am a weak weak person for good uncle Lan Qiren

This was short but I loved the introspective journey that WY goes through to realize his worth

The Lans will not tolerate abuse in this fic!

A side of pre-Wangxian

That's all I read!

Overall solid week my highlight was definitely Paper Faces on Parade- such a good fic! I didn't even expect it, I cried so much it was glorious.

As usual if you have fic recs I will gladly accept!

[lizzychanstuffss]

Hi, I saw you were taking prompts! Could you write something where human Tav (or any non-darkvision race) and Astarion are exploring somewhere dark (maybe some ruins or a cave) and Tav's torch goes out. So they have to rely on Astarion to guide them the rest of the time?

My first question! Of course I am more than happy to fill your request! I’m still getting used to writing for Astarion’s voice so I apologize if he sounds a bit ooc.

Astarion x human!Tav GN

Set in act 2 since it's convenient for the request

Choosing to scout ahead with just two of you seemed like a good idea back at camp, but you both sorely underestimated how dark the shadow-cursed lands truly would be. Not to mention how creepy they would end up being as well. Neither you nor Astarion really expected it. Going from the sunny mountain pass to the beautiful bioluminescent Underdark, nothing could compare to this.

It was all shadows and nightmares and it was just awful, the torch you held was barely cutting through the darkness, although a particular pale elf was walking with no issue.

"How can you see through all this darkness so easily, Astarion?" raising an eyebrow as you squinted trying to get a good look at his features.

"Darkvision, my dear" he played it off so easily, of course. You let out a slightly annoyed sigh which he couldn't help but chuckle in response to before he teased back.

"Well Shadowheart did offer to come instead of you, darling"

"I am perfectly fi-"

whoosh

"Ah!" Astarion let out a startled yelp as the torch was put out by a surprise gust of wind. By this point in time you had been blessed by the pixie so the shadow curse getting you wasn't an issue, but you still couldn't see anything through this thick fog of shadow.

"Astarion?" defeated you called out to him holding your arms out as you tried to feel where the man was standing.

"I'm here, my dear" He hesitated at first before taking your hands in his. You couldn't help but smile a bit seeing him even be willing to touch you like this, but considering there was no good way to relight the torch he figured this to be the best option.

Looking around with ease he began walking, "Where are we going?" you asked slightly confused as you stumbled over your feet.

"Back to camp, of course, as much as I want to trust we won't be attacked in this darkness, I don't trust you to be of any use without darkvision" sighing a bit because frankly, he was right. Without a torch and without any way to relight it, you were fairly useless at the moment.

So continuing on you two walked, although you couldn't help but notice he was walking a bit slower than normal.

"You know you don't have to go so slow, I'll be fine if you speed up" you spoke, and then Astarion stopped and you were fairly certain he turned back to face you forgetting that you couldn't see him, only imagining how he got embarrassed as he forgot this little detail.

"I...I thought it would be better if I slowed down so you don't trip and fall on your face unless you would prefer I just let you fall and make a fool of yourself" That classic sass of his coming through but you simply rolled your eyes and gave him a smile.

"You're adorable when you get like this" The words rolled off your tongue you could swear the man froze in time, but only for a moment before composing himself.

"And you're adorable when you're trying to tease me~" you could almost make out a smirk on his face through what little shapes you could find painting his figure. Wordlessly he turned and continued his guidance, giving you time to try and think of something clever to say back. But if he was going to say things like that then maybe silence was the better option overall.

Eventually the two of you made it back to camp, the warmth and color filling both of your views "Ah finally not total darkness!" happily you took in the sight of the fire before turning to Astarion with your hand still in his.

"Do you want to sit in your tent or by the fire?" tilting your head as you gave him an option he seemed rather confused by the question.

"I suppose....my tent?" raising an eyebrow as he spoke unsure what your ploy was. While he was still getting used to this being a couple things you were trying your best to do little things that you thought he might enjoy.

"Alright, well then let's go" letting go of his hand as you began to walk before he grabbed it and walked with you back to his tent, getting a smile out of you. 

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

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Saints Or High Water

Maybe He Was All Blessings

By Stars

Keep You Near

Amateur Poetry

I Heard It In The Silence

One Bed

Safe With Him

Place Your Bets

Pay Your Debts

To Willingly Belong To Anyone Is A Rare Thing

In Times Of War

More Than Enough For Me

Tell Me Everything, And Then Tell Me Again

Find Your Way Back

Catch Me

Follow Your Arrow

Protecting You Is All I Know

The Bells

Miss Me?

Never Straying Far

Without You

All The Things I'll Never Say

All The Small Things That You Do

Restless

Keep Me Like A Prayer

Home Coming

On Platonic Love

Like A Drum

If All The Saints Allow

No Peaceful End In Sight

The Gentle Sound Of All That Is Right

Almosts / Almosts Part 2

Hold Onto Me

The Healing Of Power Of A Heart

Between Classes And The Bell AU Series

Even In Death

One In The Same

Held Together By Wool And Wanting

When You Wake Beside Me

In Wars Wake

Unburdened By You

If It's You Or The World, I Am Still Choosing You

UnLost

I'll Love You Anyway

I Know All The Steps, You Still Surprised Me

Softer Words No Poet Spoke

No Distance You Could Travel- Coming Soon

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Bruises

You Cannot Push Me Away

Cure Your Ills

All The Softer Parts Of You And I

Heart To Heart

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Tonight, Forever, Then, Here And Now

No Rest For The Wicked

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It's All Bad Choices From Here On Up Baby

Making Choices

Bottom Of The Barrel, And The Bottle

Shoot From The Hip

Don't Like Sleep, But We Like Sleeping In

Bringing A Knife To A Gun Fight

Sober Up

Sweat Bullets

For One Last Good Night With You

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Couldn't Love Anybody Else

Eat, Drink, And Be Merry (For Tomorrow We Die)

Bedside Manner Isn't My Strong Suit, But I'll Try For You

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Your Life Over Mine

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How Do I Do This?

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I Didn't Ask To Have These Feelings For You

In His Arms / In His Arms Part 2

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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 22)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: the face off with Beron Vanserra is finally about to happen, but the new discover of eris and the reader being mates makes things challenging

warnings: violence, misogyny, beron sucks so rip to y'all who liked him in chapter 20

word count: 3.3k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: i know this chapter is super super short compared to the usual but i wanted to split this scene up and leave y'all on a major cliffhanger because i am evil

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20

read on ao3

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Eris is my mate

The phrase played in a loop in your head as once again chains found their way around your wrists. You barely felt the weight of them, nor did you feel the dampness of the dungeon floor against your knees, or the agonising pain in your body from where Malgorm beat you. You didn’t care that you were in a dungeon, something that typically would have sent you panicking.

All you could think about was how Eris knew he was your mate, and he kept this information from you.

You knew what excuses he’d make – that it wasn’t the right time, that it was too dangerous for you to know right now. But you didn’t care. There would never be a good time to find out that the male who your mate was mated to was also your mate. The concept of it all made your head spin. Never before have you heard of a mating bond existing between three people unanimously. Sure, there were people you knew of in polyamorous relationships, but never with a mating bond. According to legend, the mating bond was designed to bring together a male and female who would produce strong offspring. Nesta and Eris made sense, and with the newfound discovery of your unexplored abilities it was safe to assume that you and Eris being mates somewhat made sense too. But you and Nesta could not create a child together, nor did you have any desire to.

It was too convenient. Too easy to have a mating bond happening to exist between the three of you. And to complicate matters, you knew Nesta still felt linked to Cassian somehow, despite not being his mate.

A thousand questions swarmed your mind as Saeros and Ivar closed the door behind them, leaving you seemingly alone in the cell, waiting for Beron and Eris to arrive.

(Y/N), You heard Nesta’s voice in your head, so close by as if she were whispering softly into your ear. I’m here. Azriel is hiding us in the corner to your left.

You did not reply. All you could do was stare blankly at the floor beneath you, inspecting the various cracks and crevices. The blood of thousands had probably been spilled into this very floor. Perhaps Beron would see right through your plan, and simply smite you into the stone. And perhaps it’d be a blessing.

Nesta’s voice came again, more worried this time. Hey, are you okay? Something’s wrong, I can feel it.

You laughed hoarsely, a harsh sound that echoed eerily throughout the chamber. That’s something you should ask your other mate. Or should I say, our other mate. 

Even the air seemed to still around you, surprise pulsing from Nesta’s end of the bond. I take it he didn’t tell you, either. You continued bitterly.

No. He did not. Did you just find this out?

Another cursed tear fell down your cheek, landing on the cold floor with a delicate plop. Yes, right after you and Azriel left, the bond snapped. He didn’t seem surprised, only… only remorseful. I can’t believe he kept this from me. I trusted him… and now…

You felt a gentle caress down the bond, a soft mist of silver soothing over the raging sea of emotions on your end. You could not see Nesta, or even sense her presence thanks to Azriel’s shadows, but you could feel her.

You could not feel Eris, having elected to put up an iron wall between you and him.

I know this is the last thing you want to deal with right now, but we need to focus on the plan. Nesta said sternly. Believe me, I know the emotional turmoil that comes with finding out Eris is your mate, yours made worse by the fact he lied to you. But none of this matters right now. None of us will be safe with Beron alive. Killing him is all that matters, for the next thirty minutes at least. Can you hold on, just a little longer? Please.

Your heart felt like it was being pulled in a hundred different directions. Deep down, you knew Nesta was right, that none of this mattered if Beron still held dominion over the Autumn Court. So you took a deep breath, forcing the stale air of the dungeon into your lungs. You closed your eyes. I am the rock against which the surf crashes, You told yourself. Nothing can break me.

You imagined Emerie’s hearty laugh, and Gwyn’s bright eyes as you repeated the Valkyrie mantra to yourself over and over again, willing your mind to still. 

You had to get through this. Not just for yourself, or Nesta, but for Gwyn and Emerie. For every female who had suffered like all of you had. For the chance at giving them a better life.

For them, you would do this.

It only took ten minutes before you heard the angry voice of Beron Vanserra, his footsteps heavy against the stairs that winded down into the dungeon deep within the Autumn Court prison. The pounding fuzziness of your head kept you from making out his words, but his tone said enough.

“She’s down here, father. Nobody else knows, I swear by it.” The coming of Eris’s voice was like the crisp autumn breeze that cleared away the dewey morning haze, bringing life to the world around it. Even though you had tried to block him out, his close proximity was too much, and the feeling of his approaching presence sent a tingling warmth through your body, defrosting your bones.

“Make sure your guards know if they breathe a word about this to anyone, I’ll cut off the head of everyone they’ve ever loved.” The High Lord snarled.

Moments later, the heavy door swung open, revealing a shocked but furious looking Beron Vanserra. His hair was slightly dishevelled, and he was clothed in extravagant red and gold robes. Evidently, Beron did not like being woken up in the late hours. Eris strode in behind his father, that familiar cold mask adorning his features. His amber eyes settled on you, and you fought the urge to squirm as he stared at you as if you were nothing.

You knew it was an act, yet it was hard to keep yourself from tearing up. There was no warmth in those eyes that had stared into your very soul with vulnerability as the bond had snapped into place. His lips were pulled down in a scowl that made you cower. It was hard enough to remind yourself you were all playing roles in this situation, but the contrast of the deep-rooted mating bond with the angerEris was looking at you with made the room spin before you.

You forced yourself to look up at Beron. There was no trace of the loving father-in-law facade he had put on in front of Rhys. No, his eyes were black pits in his skull, dark voids of hatred that knew no bounds. You didn’t have to fake your tremor as the High Lord stared you down.

“Eris tells me that Malgorm has been slain by your hand,” Beron said, his voice a thin layer of ice holding back a raging sea. “Do you deny this?”

You had no idea how long Eris, Nesta, and Azriel had planned on letting Beron interrogate you before they made their move. As you scrambled to think of what to say, Nesta spoke urgently into your mind. Buy us time. Eris’s guards need to secure the area in the next few minutes. Talk.

 “It was an accident, your Grace.” You sputtered, desperation seeping into your tone. “He came onto me in the middle of the night, and he brought a knife with him. I was just trying to get him off of me, I didn’t mean to–”

“Silence!” Beron hissed. “I ordered Malgorm to stay away from you. He is an obedient son, and would have listened to me. You must have snuck into his room during the night and tried to kill him to end this engagement.”

“Actually, that is not true.” Eris interjected carefully. “Several eyewitnesses confirm Malgorm was not in his room at that hour, and was seen headed towards the corridor where (Y/N)’s room resides. She is covered in wounds that only Malgorm would have inflicted. You know what kind of male he was, father. You cannot be surprised–”

“SILENCE!” Beron yelled sharply, spit flying from his lips as he shot a glare at Eris. “My son is dead, and you dare speak ill of him before a grave can even be dug for his body? You disgust me.”

Your breath hitched as the High Lord turned back towards you. “I offered you the greatest honour that a pathetic female like you could have hoped for,” He growled. “And you decide that is not good enough and murder my son. You will pay for this with your life, girl.”

“My Lord, may I suggest–” Eris couldn’t finish his sentence before his father cut him off again, unhinged anger coming off him in waves.

“You have no say in this, boy. Your mother made you too softhearted. You would never be able to rule this court successfully, and it is clear I have wasted my breath trying to make you my heir.”

Eris was utterly still, his eyes narrowing like a snake about to strike it’s target. “I will be a better High Lord than you or the bastards who came before you have ever been.” He said calmly.

And then the room exploded.

Tidal waves of silver fire exploded from the darkness, shadows peeling away like curtains to reveal Nesta. Her eyes blazed with silver, that otherworldly magic rippling off her as she used her flames to press the High Lord into the wall. The sound of his body hitting the stone was like thunder over the mountains, creating small cracks along the space behind him. Orange flames joined, entwining through the silver flames like a magical dance. Beron writhed underneath them, sending his own fire in an attempt to defend himself.

But it was no use against the fury of Eris’s fire, or the steel will of Nesta’s magic. Your jaw went slack as you stared at your mates, one bathed in orange and the other in silver. Red and dark gold hair flared around their necks, as if carried by an imaginary breeze. They looked like gods from another world, coming to unleash their power on the inhabitants of this world.

You heard the sound of keys jingling as Azriel’s familiar voice sounded in your ear. “Come on,” He said urgently. “Let’s get you out of here.”

The chains released your wrists, your arms falling to the ground with relief. You felt Azriel’s shadows curling around you, ready to winnow you away. “No.” You said firmly.

“This is not up for debate. I’ve been instructed to get you to safety the moment shit goes down, and I intend to do so.”

You turned around to glare at the shadowsinger, his hazel eyes glowing against the silver and orange light from the flames. He was still partially hidden, his shadows dancing around eagerly as if ready to join in on the action. “I am not leaving them until it’s done.” You insisted.

He grabbed your arm firmly. “I will not let you get hurt in the middle of this.”

“Then protect me. I cannot leave them behind. You cannot take me away… again.”

You saw the regret flicker across Azriel’s face as he evidently remembered the last time he stole you away at the Hewn City. It was a low blow, you knew. Especially after all Azriel was risking just by being here helping you. After a moment, the Illyrian sighed, muttering something about your stubbornness before saying, “Fine. Get behind me.”

A shimmering blue light formed around the two of you, shielding you from the angry flames. Azriel’s siphons glowed as he produced a wall of protection. You peeked out from beside his arm to witness the scene before you, heart racing.

“Your time as High Lord has ended, Beron Vanserra.” Eris said sternly, his eyes glowing, his voice an echo on the roaring wind of the flames. “Too long have you sat upon this throne and cast a shadow over this court. Nobody will mourn your death, father. Just as nobody will mourn Malgorm’s. When you see him in hell, what’s left of your souls can spend the rest of your miserable eternity there knowing there isn’t a single individual who wishes either of you were still here.”

You expected Beron to spew vile insults, to fight back angrily and wish a miserable death upon you all. But the male only laughed, a rasping sound like two stones rubbing together. “This is a truly pathetic show,” Beron said. “All of this planning and scheming, and for what? You can’t kill me. You needed the magic of your mate to help you while you strung your other mate up like bait. You’re weak, boy. Too weak to ever take me on properly. You’re a coward, and a fool.”

You felt pure shock coming from both ends of the bond. You couldn’t see Eris and Nesta’s faces from your angle, but their flames flickered for a split second, as if they too couldn’t believe what Beron said.

As if reading your mind, the High Lord snorted and continued. “Get that stupid surprised look off your face. Of course I knew this whole time. You forget, I’ve been in this world a long time and can sniff out mates before they even know it themselves. Of course I was aware of your disgusting threeway bond. It’s the only reason I didn’t slaughter you, boy, for getting engaged to the Archeron female without telling me. I thought marrying that Spring Court wench to Malgorm would take care of some of my problem, at least.”

Nesta spoke up, fury lacing her voice. “What?”

“You are a fool, Eris. Of course Malgorm obeyed my every command. Who do you think told him to attack the girl in her room tonight? I gave the order less than a minute after you left the table, you stupid boy. You handed me the opportunity on a silver platter.”

“Why?” Was all Eris said, his flames angrily licking at Beron’s fingers. A burnt smell began to fill the room as they burned the High Lord’s flesh. 

But like the madman he was, Beron continued manically, seemingly blind to the pain his son was inflicting on him. “A mating bond between three people is unnatural, a crime against all that we hold dear. She needed to be eliminated in order for your marriage to Nesta to work. I didn’t care what Malgorm did to her. I told him he could do as he pleased, as long as it ended with her throat slit.” He turned his beady eyes towards you, making you freeze. “I would have let him carve you up into a thousand pieces. A pity he didn’t get the chance to do so before you murdered him. He was weak. No son of mine would let himself be murdered by a stupid female.”

You weren’t sure you were even breathing as reality sunk in. Beron knew the entire time that the three of you were mates, long before any of you had even figured it out fully. The truth of that sinister cunningness beneath his gaze that had unsettled you made your stomach churn. He had been one step ahead the entire time, counting on Malgorm killing you to ensure a marriage between Eris and Nesta without complication. It took a great amount of self control not to vomit all over Azriel, who was watching the scene unfold with a look of pure horror in his eyes.

A spear of orange fire wrapped around Beron’s throat, leaving red scorch marks on the male’s skin as he gasped for air. “You will not talk about my mate like that, you fucking asshole.” Eris snarled viciously as the flames grey brighter. “I will kill you for this. I will slaughter you for everything you put her through. For everything you put all of us through. Nobody will miss you, you absolute filth.”

Silver and orange flames danced higher, rolling back like a wave about to crash down on the sand. But before Eris and Nesta could strike down the High Lord, the door swung open and the Lady of Autumn ran in.

“Stop!” She cried desperately, her eyes frantic.

“Mother?” Shock laced Eris’s voice, and just for a split second, his flames flickered and dimmed.

That split second was all Beron needed to cast forth a wall of angry fire, pushing Nesta and Eris’s flames away. He roared definitely as your mates were thrown backwards, landing on the cell floor with a loud thump. You tried to pull away from Azriel, but his arms wrapped around you, holding you firm behind his shield. You thrashed and fought, but were no match for the Illyrian. 

“Let me go!” You hissed, stomping on his foot as hard as you could. But he didn’t budge.

“What are you doing?” Eris gasped, making his way back onto his feet with unsteady legs. A thin trail of blood trickled down his nose, evidence of the toll that much power took on him. Nesta scrambled to her feet, silver flames already curling defensively around her hands. You couldn’t help but notice how they trembled.

“Please don’t do this, Eris.” Lirilla begged. “He is your father. I have already lost so many of your brothers, don’t take your father from me, too. Let him go.”

Eris looked utterly broken, confusion and sadness written plainly across his features. The arrogant confident mask he had donned moments ago was gone. “You know more than any of us what kind of male he is,” Eris insisted. “Let me free us of him. For good.”

“Please, no. Eris…” The Lady of Autumn sobbed.

Your heart shattered at the sight. Fresh bruises were visible on the frail female’s body, yet she stood here and begged her son to not kill the one who inflicted them. Eris’s mother had endured Beron’s abuse so long she seemingly didn’t know who she was without it or him. She could not dare hope that things would ever change, so she accepted her fate, finding comfort in the dark corner her husband forced her into.

You remembered how she offered you some sanctuary the other night, willing to endure more abuse to spare you from some of it. She had seemed so resourceful, so strong despite all she had faced.

Yet here she stood, regressed before her cruel husband as she begged for his life to be spared.

Rather than rushing towards Eris or Nesta, Beron’s dark red flames wound around Lirilla’s throat. Her eyes popped open as they suffocated her, and the High Lord stood himself up and came over to stand beside her, facing Eris and Nesta.

“Stand down, or your mother dies.” Beron growled sternly, a sick glee coming across his features.

Your heart was in your throat as you felt Eris being torn in too – closer to his goal than he had ever been before, but uncertain of what to do. “You’re bluffing.” Eris said, but his voice was weak as he watched his mother gasp for air.

“Am I?” Beron said, fixing a glare at Nesta, who was frozen in shock. “You too, girl. Stand down. Now.”

A heartbroken look passed between Eris and Nesta. You felt every turmoil of emotion through the bonds, ripping away at your heart as you watched Eris nod to Nesta. Silver and orange flames evaporated into thin air, leaving behind angry scorch marks.

Beron laughed harshly, psychotic dark eyes gleaming as he snarled at his son. “I told you, boy. Your mother made you too softhearted.”

Before any of you could react, a sick crunching sound echoed throughout the dungeon as Beron reached over with his own two hands and snapped the Lady of Autumn’s neck.

The light left Lirilla’s eyes as her body fell down onto the cold floor in a crumpled heap.

And Eris began screaming. 

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Fatui Cat (Segment edition!) pt. 1

Warnings: like 1 swear and some fear of dottore from his segments. Oh and one of them drops the cat, dw its fine. This is more focused on the segment’s perspective but ill do cat POV next time.

Relationships: Platonic segments / cat!reader

Summary: The segments meet the cat. g/n pronouns pls lmk if i missed something.

Wc: 659 cries

Part 2

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The pursuit of knowledge never ends and thus, neither does the work of the segments. Each one, varying in ages and demeanors, bustles around the expansive lab with their own projects in hand. Of course, all must work to the Tzaritsa’s coup against heaven but such a large goal requires smaller tasks to build it up. 

One of the younger segments, physically he looks to be about 10, is trying to figure out a better healing formula for the hydro skirmishers (Some blond kid keeps causing trouble and their losses have been too great to ignore). That might seem like a rather complicated subject for a 10 year old, but this is a dottore segment we’re talking about, of course he can accomplish this. After all, failure at such a menial task would result in termination and we can't have that. He starts with a flask of hydro, adds some crushed up violet grass, a bit of this chemical, a bit of that, and a dash of –

Crash!

The young segment yelps and drops the vial and its contents. The other segments look up from their tasks at the sudden noise but the boy doesn’t notice. He looks down at the disturbance at his feet and finds a..cat? What in Her Majesty’s name is a cat doing here? He picks it up to the worried protest of an older segment and raises it up. The little thing does naught but blink at him. It has a belled collar so it must belong to somebody, and oh that somebody is going to be in a lot of trouble when Prime finds out it caused such a disturbance. 

“Ahem.”

The sound shoots a wretched cold up the segment’s spine as both he and the cat are shadowed by the imposing figure of Prime Dottore. He drops that cat and immediately turns to attention. He doesn’t hear the thing yelp in surprise.

“P-prime!”, shit. He’s not supposed to stutter, “Prime, sir.” Better.

“Care to explain the mess in your station?” Prime asks with a chilly calm.

“I was interrupted, sir, by that,” He points to the cat who is now rubbing itself, almost aggressively, on Dottore’s pant leg. 

“They just wandered in like they owned the place,” a segment pipes up, drawing Prime’s gaze. He is older and confident enough to insert himself into the conversation, most of the other segments wouldn’t dare. The young segment is relieved at the shift of attention away from him.

Prime chuckles. It isn’t with malice, thank god. 

“They might as well,” He picks up the cat with a surprising gentleness. Honestly, a few of the newer segments were surprised Prime didn't kick the poor thing.

“This is Zapolyarny Palace’s new royal cat - by order of Her Majesty.” Prime says with a flourish and barely restrained glee. Every segment in the room just stares at him, then at the cat, him again..is he serious? Since when was that a thing? If it has a title, does it have a job? Why then did it wander in here? Is it looking for pests? Impossible, the labs are kept meticulously – obsessively – clean (aside from the spill from earlier, must clean that up). A segment near the back raises his finger to ask a question but Prime cuts him off.

“As this cat has been blessed by the Tzaritsa, you will all treat them with respect. They may go where they please and none but the other harbingers and I may interact with it as I am now.” He puts the cat down and shoots a pointed look to the young segment, “You may return to your tasks. Oh and #7?”

“Yes, sir?” The little boy answers, slightly fearful of whatever punishment may come from dropping the cat.

“Do clean up this mess.”

And with that Prime Dottore leaves and all 7 segments stare at the now much more important feline sitting in front of the doorway

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A/N: hgnghgng sht im so so sorry this took like a month to write. I fell out of genshin and got obsessed with star wars and cries. I know its really short but im working on a part 2, just cant finish it cuz i have to sleep.

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[AKNK -Event] The Lost Boarder And The Angelic Light

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Chapter 2 Matching uniforms

[Academy Gate]

-A few days later -

Me and butlers… Arrived at the gate of Rosewood Academy.

This time, they came with me… Fennesz, Boschi, Flure, Lamli, and Muu.

This time, to infiltrate the academy as students… We are all wearing uniforms.

Flure: Master's uniform… Very nice!

Aruji: Everyone looks good in it too.

Flure: Hehe… Thank you.

Lamli: Yes, yes♪ Anyway… it's nice to have matching uniforms with Master!

Flure: Well, I guess… That's what uniforms are like.

Lamli: Huh? Aren't you happy, Ribbon-kun?

Flure: I-I never said that…!

Boschi: I thought it was a bit of a stretch… I guess it's manageable.

Fennesz: I-I wonder…? I'm still not sure though…

Boschi: Have some confidence. Even Fennesz looks good in it.

Boschi: It's like, "The student who says he doesn't study at all but gets high scores on exams."

Fennesz: That's not a compliment, is it…?

Boschi changed to an eye patch so his mask wouldn't stand out too much…. His prosthetic arm is cleverly hidden by gloves and underwear.

Muu: That's nice…. I wanted to try wearing a uniform too.

Flure: I'm sorry, Muu.

Fennesz: This time, I had to make sure the other students wouldn't get suspicious…. But you're playing a regular cat after all…

Boschi: Yeah. No one's better at playing a regular cat than Muu.

Muu: Eh? R-Really?

Muu: Hehe… I understand. I'll use my brilliant acting to pretend to be a normal cat!

Muu: Meow!

Aruji: Thank you, Muu

It's a shame I can't put a uniform on Muu… But it can't be helped, since it's a disguise for a request.

I faced Flure for a final check on how I looked…

Flure: Yes, as expected of my master. You look great in it.

Flure: Umm… master.

Flure: This time I'm… I'm glad I could come with you, master.

Flure: I was surprised when I heard the contents of the request, but…

Flure: No matter where I go, I want to be by your side to protect you, master… That's what I've always thought.

Flure: And as for me… Compared to the others, I'm not blessed with a great physique, but…

Flure: If I were to infiltrate as a student, that might be an advantage!

Aruji: I'm counting on you, Flure

Lamli: Hey, hey, Ribbon! You're not allowed to sneak around, okay?

Flure: L-Lamli?!

Flure: I thought you were checking your costume with Muu…

Lamli: Master! I asked you to come here myself, didn't I?

Lamli: Ever since I heard about the request… I've wanted to protect you, Master…

Lamli: I'm not going to give up on the idea of ​​having fun at school with you, Master♪

Fennesz: Lamli… this isn't a game, you know?

Boschi: Well, isn't it good? Being this active makes you look fresh and like a student.

Lamli: As expected of you, boss, you know what you're doing!

The hem of Lamli's uniform flutters as he happily bounces around… The orange color catches my eye.

Aruji: Everyone's uniforms are different colors, aren't they?

Flure: Yes. It's a boarding school, so… Apparently each dorm has a different color.

Flure: It was hard finding a perfectly matching fabric.

Flure: This time, the request is to hunt angels, after all…

What I'm wearing is… A magical robe made by Flure, which is a perfect reproduction of the uniform.

Though he said it was hard… You could see the sense of accomplishment from Flure's expression.

Flure: Um… Lamli, who is wearing his uniform with orange accents… is from the Necrodahlia dorm.

Flure: I, in my uniform with white accents, am from the Shadow Lily dorm.

Flure: Fennesz, who is wearing his uniform with red accents, is from the Blood Rose dorm.

Flure: Boschi, who is wearing his uniform with purple accents, is from the Night Violet dorm.

Muu: Your uniform is… It has purple, just like Boschi's!

Aruji: Yes

Lamli: Grumbling…!

Lamli: Boss, it's not fair to share a dorm with my master! I still can't accept this!

Boschi: It was decided based on dorm vacancies and other factors, so give up.

Boschi: It's pretty reasonable in terms of fighting power.

Lamli: You're saying something so plausible… I know you looked a little happy when you heard you'd be in the same dorm!

Boschi: …I don't know. It's probably just your imagination, Lamli.

Flure: Hey, wait a second…! You two, please don't fight.

Flure: We're in front of the academy now, so if other students see us here…

Fennesz: Yeah, I know you're jealous… Shall you turn my voice down a bit?

Muu: Everyone, you all really love our master!

Aruji: Muu…

Thud...thud...

Muu: What? Someone's already walking over here.

???: Ahem. Devil Butler and thier master… right?

Aruji: Y-Yes.

President: Nice to meet you. I'm the chairman of Rosewood Academy.

Aruji: (This is the President…)

The woman who introduced herself as the chairman appeared to be in her forties… Her hair was neatly tied up, with not a single strand of hair left behind.

President: This time, we've been asked to investigate incidents occurring at our school… We are very grateful.

President: Let's get started… Please come in. I'll explain inside.

The woman who introduced herself as the President bowed beautifully, like a robot… and walked towards the school as if inviting us in.

Lamli: Was it the President? She looks kind of cool.

Flure: Ugh… It's finally here, I'm getting nervous…

Fennesz: I know, Flure…

Boschi: First of all, we can't do anything until we know the situation.

Boschi: Master, let's go.

Aruji: Yes.

Me and the others follow… We pass through the gates of Rosewood Academy.

[Academy President's Office]

President: I'd like to explain the current investigation right away.

Fennesz: Yes… Thank you for your help.

Aruji: Thank you

President: First of all, the case of students disappearing, which is the subject of this request… This has only been happening for about a year.

President: Rumors have already spread among the students…

President: When I think about their anxiety, I can't sleep at night.

Lamli: Considering you can't sleep at night, aren't you acting a little too calm? You're saying things like Nac with a fox-like face…

Fennesz: Hey Lamli, I can hear you…!

Flure: But… what? Have students been going missing for a year now?

Flure: If that's the case, then why are you asking us to investigate now…?

President: As you all probably know… Our school is an institution that produces elites.

President: Naturally, discipline at the school is strict… There are quite a few students who can't stand it and run away.

President: So it's not unusual for a student to suddenly disappear… I thought it was just a common "escape."

Lamli: Oh… I don't really understand, but that's how it is.

President: Yes. But recently, one of the model students went missing…

President: That child was definitely not the type to run away… All the teachers say the same thing.

President: Because of that, rumors have even spread that she was "kidnapped by an angel"…

Boschi: …………

President: Anyway, as an academy, we… don't want to make this problem any bigger.

President: Please investigate carefully… find out the truth and resolve the situation as quickly as possible.

The President ignores Boschi's suspicious gaze… She clears her throat and continues calmly and strict.

President: Ahem… As of today, you are all transfer students at Rosewood Academy.

President: Please be careful not to cause confusion among the students while you're undercover… Make sure you never discover that you are Devil Butler.

President: Also, if you are going to become a student at our school… You will have to abide by the rules.

President: First, you must strictly adhere to curfew.

President: Second, you must not enter the "Forbidden Forest", which is outside the school, deeper into the forest.

President: It's dangerous if you get lost there. That's good.

Lamli: Hmm… okay.

President: It seems you have no objections. Now, I will show you around each of the dorms. Follow me.

President: Oops… I forgot to mention something important.

President: Everyone. Welcome to Rosewood Academy.

With his ironclad expressionless face intact, the President… quickly turns on her heels and urges us to follow her.

And so, we… Finally, we begin their undercover investigation into Rosewood Academy.

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English is not my main language so there may be a lot of mistakes. I used google translator most of the time so if you find any mistakes in the translation please let me know and I will fix them quickly!

[mangoslam]

I write fanfiction for a lot of fandoms (what a fickle little imp I am). I've used multiple usernames over the years so thought I'd link it all up together in one place. Very mindful, very demure.

it's me

Click on the titles for links to individual stories.

Stranger Things

Dating Chrissy - Hellcheer - oneshot 'It seemed that word had traveled to all the bachelors of Hawkins High that the Queen Bee herself was open to dating (and her bonehead ex was safely out of the picture). So it fell to the brave and brightest knights to try for her hand.' Chrissy's single and Nancy encourages her to try dating. Rule 63 - Hellcheer - oneshot Ellie Munson is a junkie-freak, and Chris Cunningham is the school darling. Chris is struggling with bad nightmares and visions and goes to Ellie for something to help. Rule 63 - version of 'Chrissy Lives'. All genders are swapped. Howl - Hellcheer - oneshot “Death had been a cruel savage way to show him exactly what he was capable of.” Eddie and Chrissy die. Eddie and Chrissy live. But this wasn’t really living. Season 5 Hellcheer ft. time travel “We could always just…do it anyway?" - Hellcheer - oneshot - M “Packet’s ripped, sweetheart. We seem to be without a condom.” His fingers stilled and Chrissy was biting her plump little lip that tasted of strawberries and magic. She was watching him closely, her cheeks flushed and panting from being so close to what promised to be a world-shattering orgasm. “We could always just…do it anyway? Without a condom, I mean.” Yankee Candle Baby - Hellcheer - oneshot Eddie wants to buy something nice for Chrissy. Candles are romantic, right? Chrissy Ran Away - Hellcheer - complete Eddie wasn’t being so friendly to her now. He’d barely spoken to her since she turned up covered in mud and leaves with a fucked up knee. He seemed to be doing his best to avoid her completely. What if Chrissy ran from Eddie after her vision? What if it pushed them apart? They share a joint and things get much much worse. My take on 'Chrissy lives'. Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - Hellcheer - oneshot - M Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. “If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.” Jason sees Chrissy and Eddie in the woods. Jason POV. 'and she's a bride of the fucking devil' - Chrissy x Henry Creel - M Henry Creel has waited a lifetime for her (and Chrissy thinks this is hell). Lots of very iffy manipulation and dubious consent. There's going to be an underlying theme of Chrissy/Eddie

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series

Of Cauldrons - Elriel - oneshot Elain is Cauldron-blessed. She asks the Cauldron to change its mind. Hewn City - Elriel - oneshot Azriel's POV set when they visit the Hewn City in Silver Flames. He and Elain manage to find some time together while Nesta dances. Of Scars and Roses series - Elriel - 4 fics so far - all oneshots Of Scars and Roses “Do you like that, Elain?” She did. A part of her wanted him to push her down and take her right there on the grass. She wanted to claw the earth when he slipped inside of her. Feel the dirt between her fingers. Elain Archeron has a vision and her relationship with the spymaster takes a turn. Of Visions and Lace There was something utterly wonderful about seeing the usually sweet Elain Archeron look like that. He was starting to realise that Elain was not all sweetness beneath the surface; she liked him telling her what to do. Wasn’t that perfect? “Lift your skirt. Slowly.” Of Daggers and Moonlight Azriel shows Elain how to use a dagger Of Daggers and Moonlight - Part 2 Azriel teaches Elain how to winnow. They discuss that Solstice night. Sort of a follow up to the story above but not really.

Shadow and Bone

Alinochka the Brave - Alina x Darkling - M - complete Three women step in and raise Alina Starkov to be the equal of the Shadow Summoner. (Ana Kuya, Baba Yaga, and a spiteful Upyr) By the time she reaches adulthood she is his match. It is inevitable really that she should come to love him. Features: Alina being essentially a Knight Enchantress, Slavic folklore, Mal being a side character, and lots of ominous (sexual) tension with the Darkling. They do something about it in the last chapter.

A Song of Ice and Fire

Raise the Stakes - Sansa x Jon - wip “I would hear something beautiful, if it please you.” Sansa Stark, the beloved daughter of Winterfell, is stolen by the King Beyond the Wall. AU The Veiled Woman - Sansa x Hound (but eventual Jon) - complete What if Sansa had accepted the Hounds offer to escape? She leaves the South and starts a new life in Braavos with her faithful sworn shield. Sansa/Sandor. Book spoilers Warning: Lots of pent of angst and little pay off. Literally my first ever fic. Save that for the Black and White - Sansa x Jon - oneshot Sansa dances above The Wall. Jon likes to watch her. Clad in Iron - Argella x Orys - oneshot She could be dressed as a queen in all the lace and jewels in the world but she would never forget that she was presented to him in naught but her skin.

Horizon

The Sun-King's Bath (Aloy x Avad) - M - oneshot “Have you ever bathed alone with a woman before?” Aloy goes back to Meridian and accepts Avad's invitation to dinner. The two of them end up spending the evening together. Mild spoilers for the beginning of Horizon: Forbidden West. Fearful is the Hunter (Aloy x Avad) - M - wip Aloy heads straight to Meridian and its Sun-King. Takes place right after Horizon: Forbidden West (so spoilers).

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ten Thousand Leaves (Aang x Katara) - M "He was the Avatar. He belonged to the world, not to her." Katara broke it off with Aang after realising that he would never just be hers. It's five years later and there's inevitably a reunion. Wild People and Lilith's Art (Zuko x Katara) Zuko wants Katara to show him bloodbending.

[tmwcs]

S E 7 E N : R E CK O N I N G P A R T 2 W O

WARNINGS: Demonic imagery in this one, mentions of angels killing off humans, battles between archangels and angels, shapeshifting, not so much gore but some action and thrilling scenes. i think that's it. nothing too extreme. As usual....not proofread...but good visual imagery in this one!

All the gifs were found on google, i know some of them belong to the blog Heeseunq <- click. A couple of them I found on google but could not open up the page, so i can't link their blog. If you are or know of the owner, please let me know so i can credit them. Enjoy!

You remained kneeling as you watched each metallic figures closing in. Trembling, you reminded yourself to breath steady as your eyes, despite being glossy, remained emotionless.

‘Just….get this over with….kill me now….I am afraid….but not of you…..I don’t know if I’m even afraid of the pain that will be inflicted on my body….since I can’t escape it…I’ve accepted it.….however, what I am afraid of…..is the future of my family…the innocent people under the brutality of this corrupt cult….this government that caters to them…….Mom…Dad……please take care…..I love you….’

A few hundred feet away, they took their pounding steps, one by one, coming closer….yet they didn’t move fast enough. It was as if they were purposely moving at a slowed pace to further the dreadful feeling in your chest….

You were forced to look forward to your demise….they prolonged it…

“All who bear witness! Watch as God’s angels shall cleanse the world of sin by ridding us the witch who has plagued our holy city!” Forras yells out from atop of the high balcony.

With the loud screech of the humanoid figures that inched their way to you, you lost all sense of hope. Shutting your eyes, you cradle your breast and began to pray internally, as your line of murderers were effortlessly making their way to the platformed stage that you sat atop on. The sound of their footsteps became louder as they merged towards the platform where your body was stationed, restrained in between the two holy statues. Each step they took sounded like a metal clunk as their feet meets the pavement…

*Clunk*

‘God…..I know I’ve never been one to pray or reach out….’

*Clunk*

‘Please know…that I am not praying to you for safety or mercy…’

*clunk*

‘I never lived my life in fear….yet I know I’ve lived within the boundaries of right versus wrong…’

*Clunk*

‘I could never have imagined going down like this…..but if I have to, just please…if you hear me….please hold those accountable for the wrongful deaths of all before me….people like those men…women…and those children….people like Lily….’

*Clunk*

‘Will you watch over my family?......let them know how much I loved them….protect them…along with all of those that are confused or ridden with fear….’

*Clunk-clunk*

‘I know I’ve never been one to strongly preach your name or follow your ways….but I also know I am not an evil person….’

*Clunk-clunk*

‘If these really are your creations….if you are aware and bless what they’re doing…..please….the only mercy I ask of you as these creatures close in….they’re coming in close as I reach out to you….’

*clunk-clunk-clunk*

‘Have mercy on the people and be unforgiving to those who destroyed lives…..I believe in you….’

*Clunk-clunk-clunk*

‘In your name…Amen.’

*Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk*

‘Mom….dad…..goodbye……..’

……………………………….

Amidst the clunks of each step, voices among the crowd yells out in gasping notion.

“Oh my God look over there! Something just dropped from the sky!”

“What is that? Is that......OH MY GOD!!! it’s an angel!”

The clunks have stopped….you opened your eyes, and slightly raise your head. Turning it to the side, you saw the form of a shadowed figure kneeling….gray feathered wings mixed with a pastel of dark charcoal black mixed in adorns its back. Much like the wings of the metallic figures, yet the smokey gray appeared much lighter in hue. Thinking back when the events of the creatures began killing off the people that were selected, you had always wondered how they could have been called angels. Was it only merely because they adorned those smokey wings? Even though, the figure off to the side of the platform, adorned the same pair, he was much darker….yet…..seemed more Heavenly.

…………

Rising up slowly, he takes on a standing posture as he emerges from the shadows of the taller buildings that hovered nearby.

Removing the hood of his cloak, you gazed on the familiar face that reassured you with a look of softness, right before he glares at the leading figure that marched the remaining creatures towards your execution.

‘….Niki….’

Take me down to the river bend Take me down to the fighting end Wash the poison from off my skin Show me how to be whole again

“Look over there! There’s another one!!”

Another voice pierces the stagnant air as the people all point and gasped.

You turn your head to look over to the opposite side and watched as another cloaked figure, adorned with wings of the same color as Niki, makes its way out from the alley way nearby. With narrowed eyes towards the row of monsters that contained every means to bring you harm, he spoke with his piercing eyes as he flared his warning stare at them.

............

‘Sunoo….’

Fly me up on a silver wing Past the black where the sirens sing Warm me up in a nova's glow And drop me down to the dream below

A series of gasps and shouts emerge once more when a sudden whoosh could be heard.

Feeling the breeze graze your skin and moving your hair, you shift your face once more to view the scene directly in front of you. Landing on a combative kneeling position, in between you and the murderous creatures, he flares his wings in full display as he raises his head and pierces his dark gaze to the shiny figures ahead. Though you only had the view of his backside and the glory of his smokey-dark wings, you recognized him and felt a sense of comfort upon seeing the three brothers.

‘…Jay…..’

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see For you to see

Parallel to Jay’s frame, the leading figure screeches out an offensive tone as it pierces the ear drums of each man, woman, and child nearby that stood to watch your execution.

Furrowing his brows, Jay merely stands as he glares at the figure displaying its warcry.

Raising its arms as it morphs each limb into terrifying weapons of motorized blades and saws, it leans in and lunges, yet the very moment it took its first step, a swarm of insect’s rushes in. In a blink of an eye, the swarm scoops the figure and suspends it in the air, thrashing its body into nothing as it loses the luster of its metallic form.

The crowed is left speechless but not without gasps and screams as they scurry into nearby buildings and establishments to hide from the scene. Peering through windows and glass doors, they all continue to watch as Jay’s insects finish off the creature in mid-air.

Bring me home in a blinding dream Through the secrets that I have seen Wash the sorrow from off my skin And show me how to be whole again

Witnessing the brutality as Jay kills off the lead figure, the remaining metallic creatures all screech out their war cries as they leap and lunge forward, all taking in the same initiative as the last by morphing their extremities into massive blades.

You watched, as Sunoo raises his hand and with his ultimate power, a group of metallic angels froze in place. Shifting and jolting into crinkled motions, their hearts explode from the inside and out.

Sensing their numbers shrinking, a row of the angels screech out into the open sky. Directing their tone to the clouds that hovered above, it appeared to be as if they were….

‘Calling….’

“Senator! Look!”

One of the regulators points out as you and the brothers all witness the mass numbers of angels descending from the sky, all responding to the calls of their brethren as they come to the aid of the ones who had yet to be slain by the princely brothers.

You watched as a pair swoop in, aiming towards Jay and Sunoo, when suddenly a pair of strong hands emerge out and grabs them both by their necks.

Smashing the figures together, only bits and pieces of the metallic shrapnel remained, falling onto the pavement.

Revealing his face as the cloak drapes back at his nape, he clicks his tongue as he approaches a group that breach his presence. With both his hands, he expels the power of strength and unleashes Hell in the form of his wrath….

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see For you to see

You viewed from the heightened platform as each brother took on multiple angels at a time, slaying them with ease as they used both brute force and their powers.

*Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk!*

Hearing the fast-paced footsteps of an angel heading your way, you turned your face as you remained hugging onto your chest with tightly crossed arms, bracing yourself for the creature to slash you into bits….

The thunderous sound swooped through your ears as a large gust of a familiar force sends the strands of your hair flying. Hearing the roar of the one that caused it, you recognized that sound...that vibration…that monstrous and yet mystical growl that shook the earth to its very core….

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms embraces you, sealing in the warmth and comfort of protection and reassurance. Lifting your head, you gaze on the side profile of the one who caresses your body. That blonde hair…those sleight blue eyes….that indiscriminate tongue as he licks his lips and softly chuckles while he whispers “Good girl, Layla.”

As he maintains his hold on you, cradling you to his chest, Niki steps in front and with a swift motion of his hand, he grips the air with an empty fist. You watched as a line of angels that breached the platform, all were ridden with slurred movements. As they moved in slowed motion, the ravishes of time takes an excruciating toll as each second affected them as they rotted to the core. Crouching and slowly withering away, they succumb into a sloth like state, turning into ash as they disintegrate.

Backing up, the angels all group together as they merge into a double-row force. The row in front, morphs into an offensive shield that extends from one end of the city to the other, while the row behind remained with extended blades yet the main form of their bodies morph into something more monstrous as they lose their humanoid structure and take on a more reptilian form. The wall develops rotary blades, much like a meat grinder, with the assault row behind, they march, pushing forward in formation.

Migrating towards you, the brothers, and all who stood in their way, you watched in horror as the metallic line had every intention of running you all over and grinding you down into bits and pieces, similar to hamburger meat.

Yet you remained without fear. Watching as each brother stood before you in one straight line, standing in the center, was Jungwon.

Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything else I need to be

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see

All six brothers stood by one another in a single row, displaying magnificent valor as they adorn their black attire and dark smokey wings.

Up until this moment, you thought you had witnessed the full extent of each brother’s talent as they had displayed their powers before you earlier. However, as they presented themselves combatively, facing the offensive row of the screeching metallic creatures, you watched in awe as you witness the transformation of the six Princes, each one taking on the form of something dark yet glorified in ancient wonder.

.............

“You fools….go ahead and flare your diamonds, gems, silver and gold…

For I will bestow upon you, the tales of the old.  

The sickness of GREED infects you; your selfishness follows suit. 

Stemming from the moment, you consumed the forbidden fruit. 

You yearn for money and treasure…

the sparkle of a virgin’s pleasure. 

Until you raise high, far, wide, and reaching Heaven’s height.

I watch as you strip the innocent, of their rightful birthright. 

So witness as I, Mammon, Prince of Greed, The Golden Demon and Treasurer of Hell...

Will turn your flesh into silver and gold, forever marking my story to tell.”  

 

.................

“I do pray…that ye have ol faith.

For that someday your soul shall be only, for ye Lord to take.

Yet if it comes to pass,

that ye shall commit his crimes against the innocent, youth, and virgin daughters…

Know that I, Beezlebub, Prince of Demons, Lord of the Flies,

shall cast the demons and bring forth your rightful slaughter. “

....................

"Take heed, ol’ mortal being.

For the enemy is within your own, and not at all within me.

Your neighbor kills, your sister lies,

Your kindred friend looks at you with two-toned eyes.

They speak with double tongues, split down the middle.

One speaks fondly, while the other tarnishes your name in a separate riddle.

They preach you through, with lightness on display,

Yet when all is said and done, behind ye back, deadly games will be played.

As you live in bliss, your years without regret,

So shall the be the one, who takes your life with hidden threat.

Take heed, ol’ mortal being, as I, Leviathan, The Prince of Envy, Great Serpent of the Sea, Devourer of Ships, and The Marquis of Snakes,

Will issue you this warning, to either leave or take."

.....................

"With your hearts darkened, your soul grows dim.

You commit to murder and lies, supposedly for the sake of him.

The sacred scriptures, that sustains ye WRATH,

Paints the fallen angels to eternally burn you within their grasp.

Ye force the people to cower in fear,

Using thy name, in which you smear.

Wait as the time comes, when you are rightfully sentenced,

That I, Satan, King of Wrath, The Roaring Lion, and Ruler of Lies,

Will devour your souls, as ye scream, with repentance."

.......................

"In the abyss of your hearts, your crown, and your wandering soul,

The impurities of your weakened mind, takes on its toll.

Though you were free to choose, evil versus good,

I watch as you strip and taint virgin flesh, from whence they stood.

You yearn for the waves and motions,

The screams of pleasure…

To your own advantage,

you reach limits beyond your measure.

As you relish in the forbidden desires of the Sin City,

Succumb to the depths where I, Asmodeus, King of Sodom, Lord of the Nine,

shall pierce your flesh without any pity."

...................

"You waste away, no matter clean or filth.

The gluttony of your entitlement takes form in guilt.

Through your lies, defects, and ugly masks of deceit,

You take all the rewards while you lay, as the ground never meets your feet.

Your hands polished, your skin left without callous,

you preach of bravery, yet your character is nothing but cowardice.

You become the sloth, a monster of lethargy, the most selfish among pricks.

Remain still as you were, for I, Belphegor, The Lord of Discovery, The Ruling Defector, will submerge your soul, in the River Styx."

The terrifying screams and warnings of the crowd stained the air as they hid themselves deep within every crevice in the city. Senator Forras and his regulators all watch from atop the high building, panic ridding them of all other expressions as they shouted from above, cursing your name.

Despite how much power he had gained within the city, knowing the truth of how he coordinated with the angels to doom the randomly selected, there you were….heavily protected and fought for.

Even though you carried the fragile appearance of a chained angel, kneeling as you cover yourself in a cradling position, delicate and breakable as any other person around, you were emerging victorious against the corrupt and gluttonous authorities that ruled the country. All because you were behind the guard of the most powerful beings in the universe…something Forras or his cult members didn’t’ have…and never will.

Yet you couldn’t deem yourself as the victor…not just yet. Because the moment that the six Princes shifted forms, revealing their demonic entities, the angels took on a different stance in their offensive line as they all communicated with one another. With their bodies shifting from side to side, in sync, they let out a vibrating cry into the sky, much like they did earlier. However, there was something different in the tone that they screamed out, it was ritualistic, and it came out in a calling beat.

The sun was setting, yet its light was still illuminating the city….that was, until the cries of each angel beckoned upon a greater…much larger force from above.

A giant shadow casts over the city grounds, causing everything to grow dim.

Looking up, you take notice of all the birds, they were migrating far and away from the premises. Shifting your gaze, you watched as each brother, while adorning their beastly exposed forms, all look up as they took in the sight of something that seemed to be much more powerful than the generic angels they were battling with.

Looking up, you watch as a large, shadowed figure emerges from the clouds in the sky, coming out of the mist as it towered over the tallest building. With each step it took, the earth rumbled as the bricks and beams of the city’s infrastructure falters from it’s mighty presence.  

‘…..What is that?’

The figure fully exposes itself as it draws nearer. It looked nothing like the angels that plagued the population, yet it was evident that this gigantic entity was associated with the silver metallic beings as you watched all of them levitate, flying towards the towering figure and encircling it, creating a defensive barrier around its structure.....the lore of shadows and all things that was considered evil...more so than the Devil, at least...in your eyes...he was.

You, as well as the entire population, only knew of the angels that frequented the mortal realm as they killed off the selectees every seven days. How strange that one of them would be different from the rest.

‘Is it God?.....What is it?’

Suddenly, Forras' voice could be overheard as he shouts out with a horrifying sense of excitement in his tone.

“You demons! Monsters and beasts from Hell! You and that whore cannot withstand he ultimate power of God’s greatest angel! He will destroy you much like he will send his angels to finish the job in cleansing the world and ridding it of the filth that plagues it, once and for all! Behold the archangel, Jol!”

Shuttering at the last bit of his words, you recalled the history lesson that Niki shared with you in regards to Heeseung, God, the creation of people….and the archangel that secretly despised the concept in the creation of people, and was conspiring against God to destroy them…along with Heeseung…..yet the latter had changed, and according to the brothers, it was due to you, yet you had no idea as to how.

The world came to a standstill, as you and each of the six princes watch the large form let out a powerful scream.

For a moment….you truly felt fearful, even after accepting death through the tortuous manner that the angels were prepared to relinquish on you, only to be saved and guarded by the six brothers.

Yet, all hope seemed lost, even with the each prince present, faithfully by your side as they catered around the base of the platform, preparing to fight off the archangel, all for the sake of your safety.

“I beseech you! Archangel Jol! Kill off these monsters and destroy that woman who has offended God and your ultimate power!”

Forras’s words echo throughout the city, bouncing off every building as it makes its way to the ears of the monster above.

Shifting their stances, the brothers heed the outspoken words of the Senator, and nearly took flight when the sudden shrilling scream of the towering monster was let out.

It gazed off to the side, and shrilled out once more, as if it was displeased over something. Looking over to the far end of the city, you observed how each Prince shifted their gaze in the same direction.

“Senator! Over there!”

The moment the regulator spoke out, you noticed another shadow casting over the city, however, it didn’t just dim the entire land as the archangel had done with his enormous stature. For a moment, just a split second, the entire city turned dark, pitch black even.

As they spread out in mid-flight, you squinted your eyes as you observed closely at what was coating the sky and ridding the city every bit of its light…

‘….Bats?....’

Another schilling scream emerges from the archangel, it caused your ear drums to become static with the vibrations that punctured through the drum. It was painfully loud, and you had wondered why as you shifted your gaze in the direction it was looking at.

............

From afar, you watched the familiar figure making his way over. With delicate steps, he calmly makes his way as the bats all surround the city, creating a dark ring to formulate.

You watched as he dawns his all-black apparel, taking each step in a suave manner as one hand is loosely tucked into one of his trouser pockets, while the other drapes low to his side, slightly swaying as he moved. His hair wasn’t the silver ash color as you remembered, instead, it was jet black, yet one unique feature remained that was a dead giveaway in letting you know just who it was that was approaching…

‘That lace mask…its him....he’s here…’

Each brother, while remaining in their powerful and intimidating demonic forms, all render absolute respect as they kneel and bow in the direction of the figure breaching the center of the city.

“Who is that?” The Senator inquires with his regulators, yet none of them could acknowledge the man’s identity as they never saw him before.

His face remains a mystery. A subtle side smirk births from the corner of his mouth as he looks ahead and sees you…

He sees you.

How beautiful and delectable you looked…yet he felt the pent-up rage as he takes in the sight of those awful chains that restricts your movement, trapping you to be mercilessly killed off like cattle.

Unless it was by his own hand, no one had the right to chain you up...no one. Whoever they are, once he's finished here, he had some work to do on the figures that dare to tie you down like so.

Hearing the shrilled screams once more, he shifts his masked gaze up to the enormous figure that riddled the city with fear. A wide smirk and chuckle was his only response as he observes the familiar form of the one that he knew very well.

‘Heh…so it was you….Jol….’

Rubbing the tips of his fingers together, a telepathic sense of communication was rendered as the bats, in groups of thousands, perhaps millions, go from ringing in the city, to trailing in flight towards his direction. Flying in spirals around his lithe form, a mob of darkness ensues and engulfs him. He no longer becomes visible to everyone nearby, only the merging darkness of the bats could be seen.

The bats continue to screech their calls as they create a tornado out of their flying form, slowly shapeshifting into something wild and unruly.

Just as the brothers took on mystical demonic forms, so did he….yet it became evident as to why each brother respected and acknowledged him as the ruler, and it wasn’t merely just due to his age, him being the first archangel, favorited by God, or the ruler of Hell…..

Just as the archangel Jol towered over each building, so did Heeseung…yet he appeared even taller. His humanoid body displayed the power of his shape as the muscle definition was accompanied by the blood red eyes that glared with a glow that could beam a hole right through your heart. Spiked hair trailed down his spine, all the way down to the smooth tail that led to a seared and sharply jagged point, resembling a spear, yet there were intricate sawed edges that trailed the outline of its tip.

His head resembled that of an animal, yet it had the appeal of a skull without flesh. On top his head, were a pair of sharp horns that extended towards the Heavens, paired with the black feathered wings that draped over his back. It was strange, how all the angels, even the archangel Jol, and Heeseung’s brothers carried beautiful wings that were decorated with smokey-gray and ashy colored feathers, yet with Heeseung, the pair he dawned was all black, lustrous with a shine that reflected a dark red and purple hue.

There he was, standing just as gigantic as the murderous archangel off to your side….Heeseung.... in his fearsome form.

......................

"To all you mortals, demons, angels, and Gods,

Disburse yourselves, gather in numbers, no matter even or odd.

Cast your armies of Heaven’s Guardians, led by the great captain, the archangel Michael.

Or unleash the demons of Hell, that stem the darkest souls, through scripture and tale.

One chance is all I’ll permit, go forth and bear your arms.

Gather every weapon imaginable, your spells, chants, and spiritual charms.

Take every man, woman, and child, and teach them to kill,

Exhaust all matters you can, in keeping me chained, bloodied and still.

To all you weak mortals, bloodthirsty demons, sinful angels, and ignorant Gods,

Do what you need to, as I will stand and give applause.

Let it be known, since the creation of Heaven and Hell, the birth of the Earth, Moon, and Sun,

That I have remained, and will stand victorious, no matter if you fight, defend, hide, or run.

Make every attempt you must, and cover every inch of land and water,

There’s nowhere for you to go, when I am in the mood to slaughter.

I am the fire that burns within your veins,

I am the raging beast that you cannot tame.

I am the shadow that casts the darkness in your blood,

I am the pain and pleasure in both, hatred, and love.

I am the ruthless killer, a disease that infects your soul,

I am the kind archangel, that heals your wounds, sealing every hole. 

Take your knee, and bend your bows,

God will not save you, no matter how much you vow.

Look away from my eyes, you filthy whores, and farmers of pity,

Only she who removes my mask, will be eternally worthy.

Now rattle yourselves in fear and equip yourself with prayers, as I The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of Darkness, The First and God’s Most Favored Archangel, and Master of Hell.

Will split my crown, and birth the Goddess of Sacred Sin, the Queen of Acedia,

Eternally my muse, my beautiful desire, and everlasting mania."

............

With a roar of his own, all eyes witness the unspeakable events that occurred just from his thunderous tone….the waves of the ocean rumbling…rising to heights that could be compared to mountains.

Buildings from afar tremble and crumble down from the harsh vibrations of his echo, the sky dawns a red hue as the sun hides away in fear upon hearing the chaos and calamity in his demonic scream.

This….before the world, stood the Devil…in his full glory...ready to take on Jol...to save you....and to take you away.

C O D E D M E S S A G E

Authors note: Tomorrow......

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