#“tsl”

[the-arteest]

the updated turtle hands woohoo, hope these look better :]

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 711-720

• Solomon believes MC’s skin is invitingly bitable

• Mephistopheles favorite food is orthrus teriyaki with quetzalcoatl brain sauce made by his personal chef

• Solomon describes Diavolo and Luke as being go-getters

• The last time Mammon took Satan to a game, he turned the stadium into rubble when his team lost.

• When it's time to sleep in the Celestial Realm, the angels roll out a canopy to make things dark.

• Raphael says he would not like to have a real fight with Barbatos

• When Solomon talked with a cat at RAD, he learned it had chased around a rat. Barbatos was not happy to hear this.

• Raphael believes Lucifer treats Luke like his youngest brother

• Everyone assumed Beelzebub ate Little D. No. 6. Mammon even said “happy trails, little buddy.” With a very sad expression.

• The Lord of Lechery believes Levi’s dance makes him look like a chicken in heat

701-710 • 721-730

[yushirosblog]

Belphie, Mammon, and Asmo's TSL outfits make me feel somethin...

[atomicwrongs]

"Summon us once, summon us twice, you gamble it on the roll of the dice" woaw. Lords in Black TTRPGers real

Anyway, just my personal onion about their habits at the table. Spoiler: you do not want any of them at the table (except for Webby who is a delight and we're all so happy she's here)

[braverytattoos]

Niall being cute at Belfast N2

[lunarending]

Inspired by running TSL last week

[waaaaanakin-crywalker]

KOTOR 1's plot structure:

KOTOR 2's plot structure:

[the-8-of-spades]

I want an adaptation of KOTOR but like this:

tell Revan's story like all the other new Staar Wars media. Big, flashy effects and sets, interwoven plots, the whole works.

And then when TSL gets adapted for season 2, shoot the whole thing on a 40 year old, poorly taken care of camera. Use no CGI. at all. Original Trilogy style fight choreography. Pace it like 2001 Space Odyssey. Have maybe 3 action scenes in the entire series. Play up the miserable, dull tone.

I want it to feel like a something I dug out of a bin at a pawn shop for 50 cents.

and then do an R rated flashback to Malachor V with the whole VFX package. make it look like I'm watching an action movie for 5 minutes and then a horror movie for 30 seconds before jarringly swapping back.

The only good TSL adaptation is one that encapsulates the whiplash and ancient, liminal, half finished and sown together vibe of the original, which was so unintentionally perfect for such an unconventional story.

[indie-ttrpg-of-the-week]

Thirsty Sword Lesbians

Draw your sword! Bare your heart! and prepare for high voltage queer sword fighting action! Thirsty Sword Lesbians is a game about fanfic-ey rivalries, queer angst, and acceptance. TSL is... admittedly somewhat breaking my "Too Niche" rule, but I'll place it here anyways because I think everyone can appreciate pretty women with swords dueling. TSL has many settings written by many different authors of diverse backgrounds, sexualities, and genders, this leads to a high variety of pre-made settings you can goof around in, including many that aren't lesbian focused! such as the MLM Gaylords, or the transgender focused on a sea of pink white and red, but if you don't like any of them, just make your own! the game features in-depth worldbuilding options. I cannot pitch this game anymore, so I'll let you find out the rest for yourself!

[three-realms-archive]

Hello! We all know (or hopefully perceive the idea) that Satan would be a sweet romantic at heart! So imagine Satan x MC in an arranged marriage in TSL AU! For eg: everything was going well, they’re slowly falling for each other but MC has to keep secrets that hurts Satan! So MC tries gaining his trust by being honest, while Satan falls for MC again, as much as he denies it!

Of course, feel free to discard the idea, no pressure :)

Just A Small, Little Lie (TSL Arranged Marriage! AU)

(first request! i won't lie, i'm relatively new to the fandom and couldn't find any specifics for the tsl!au other than mc being henry and the demon brothers being the seven lords. but! i hope this suffices! all the tsl writings out there seem to have a more darker, sombre tone, too - so i hope that comes across :D but thank you so much, anon, for being my first requester! i hope its decently alright ahaha)

(Full fic under the cut! And feel free to plop ideas in the idea box :D)

Synopsis:

(Takes place in the TSL! AU - reader is Henry).

You used to be a knight serving the Seven Lords, popular amongst all in the realm. Then one day, without warning, the Lord of Corruption orders you to marry the Lord of Masks; of whom you had the closest relationship with out of all his brothers. However, the feelings for him that had once been growing in your heart turn sour as you're required to give up your knighthood, your life and your freedom for this arranged marriage.

Your husband gradually drops his mask, as he falls deeper in love with you.

And you gradually put up your mask, as you fall further out of love with him.

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You don’t tell your husband that your fingers hurt, as you wind the stems of green willow between them into something that maybe, possibly resembles a flower chain. Fake green willow; because nothing survives here except him, you and the cats he allows to come and go from the castle. Fake green willow; with plastic that splits into sharp prongs that dig into your flesh when you bend it. Your husband’s flower chain is made with real green willow that has long since withered away; but today, for whatever reason he keeps behind the mask he wears, he’s decided to bring the flowers back to life by winding them into a chain. And, for whatever reason, he’s demanded you do the same.

Your flower chain looks horrible. His chain looks perfect. Like your perfect husband, with his perfect kingdom, and your perfect marriage.

The perfect, perfect marriage you never even asked for.

You don’t tell your husband much of anything, nowadays. You remember your days as Henry, the brave knight, who fights against evil and protects the seven, wise sages of the realm. You used to talk with the Lord of Masks before heading off on excursions, during breaks in military council meetings, over private, celebratory dinners… Anytime you could, you’d seek him out. You remember shifting in your seat the first time you had invited him to dinner, avoiding his gaze bashfully as you both had placed your hands on the table, fingers inching ever closer to touch. You remember he had taken your hand in his, lifting it to his lips. You even remember the exact knuckle where his soft, gentle lips had kissed. Such a romantic night; where you were free to speak and laugh and smile as you pleased. Free to possibly even fall in love with him.

… Free. You were free, until the Lord of Corruption had suddenly forced you over to the Lord of Masks as a prize. He had stripped you of your title as a knight, had forbid you from entering any other kingdom, and presented you to his brother with a shackle on your ring finger and a matching mask to wear.

So now, you do what you do best as a knight and steel yourself, putting up your guard. Everything you want to think, say or do… you keep secret.

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The Lord of Masks doesn’t realise your fingers hurt, as you wind the stems of green willow between them into something that maybe, possibly resembles a flower chain. Fake green willow; because nothing survives here and he wanted you to have only the prettiest things which come close to matching your beauty. Fake green willow; which pales in comparison to the adorable expression on the face of his dear, beloved Henry, your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. He, himself, doesn’t really know why he’s decided to come to your room in the middle of the night to make flower chains, but he tells himself it’s to keep his spouse entertained. Nothing more than his usual behaviour and cunning. To keep up the façade of an upstanding, untouchable member of society.

He marries Henry and keeps them happy.

He shares in Henry’s immense popularity and gets the knight’s military prowess at his disposal.

Such a good deal for Henry, the Lord of Masks thinks… ignoring the unfamiliar, warm heat spreading over his flushed cheeks when you hold out your finished flower necklace out to him.

A good deal for Henry - no, not himself - indeed.

He tells you too much, these days. He remembers talking to you: Henry, the knight - not Henry, his spouse. Faking his smile in the breaks between council meeting and pretending to care before you headed off on military excursions.

But then you had invited him to dinner for the first time after a victory. Then, he had seen expressions he had never seen you show anyone. Not even his brothers. The Henry that wasn't just the tool he could use to conquer territory; nor the Henry he could use to gain status. This Henry smiled at him. Stuttered and faltered and even blushed when he kissed their hand - like the princesses in the fairytales he pretended he didn't love to read, or the fairies illustrated in the bedtime stories he read as a child. Someone enchanting, perfect and loving in a world where's he's only known masks.

So he does what he does best and dons his own mask. Through his various connections in high society, he had covertly pulled the strings and had the marriage arranged himself; masquerading it as his idiot older brother's idea. It’s on-brand; a marriage proposal masked as pure business, so he never has to face what he really feels. But he can pretend. Pretend he was brave enough to get down on one knee, ring in hand. Pretend that his story was exactly like that of the heroes of his favourite tales.

Pretend it wasn't the prince, instead, who was hopelessly, foolishly, in love with his loyal knight.

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The Lord of Masks smiles. If one looks closely, past the haze of the lamplight, they might be able to notice that the smile reaches his eyes. He takes the necklace made by his spouse and barely squeezes it over his head and around his neck. Green willow-shaped plastic digs into his skin.

You try to smile, too. You look at him and try to remember the man who had lovingly pressed a kiss to your hand on that night, small specks of emotion spilling out from under his carefully-crafted guise. You keep his true image in your eyes - that of your rage-filled captor - a secret. It’s the only way for you to keep up your own act… and maybe stop yourself from breaking the heart of the gentleman you once held feelings for. If he was even still there at all.

“I love you.” The Lord of Masks says, forgetting how tight the flower chain had felt around his neck only seconds ago. His mask slightly falls forward, loosely, as he leans his head against yours and gently nuzzles you - like a cat would. He even rubs his nose against yours, basking in your scent. Internally, he curses himself. His body is betraying him.

“I… I love you, too.” You say, the band of your own mask chafing painfully into the back of your neck. You're unable to move when your husband shows his affection and you ready yourself to play it off as nerves. But something in your heart - as you look at him and see the man who had leaned forward to kiss your hand - falters. Were you still holding out hope, even now? Internally, you curse yourself. You need to learn to be better at acting.

The two of you stay there a while: the Kingdom of Masks' happy, perfect couple. Your foreheads touch, your fingers intertwine and, yet, your hearts are far, far apart. Into the darkness, the two of you continue to utter that sentence:

"I love you."

It's a whole-hearted truth after a lifetime of hiding, for one...

… And one of many, many small, little lies, for the other.

(hello, anon, i hope you enjoyed this! i went kinda tragic love story route; with hopeless romantic satan and a trapped mc, though i'd like to think mc is still holding out hope that the man they fell in love with is still there. if you wanted something a little happier though, anon, please let me know and i'll write a sequel, this premise is one i really enjoyed!)

[vforys]

a birthday banquet for the lord of shadow

[kotor-week]

KotOR Week 2024

To celebrate the 20th anniversary of the release of Knights of the Old Republic: the Sith Lords, I want to celebrate with a week of prompts for artists, writers and every other creator in the fandom!

Any creations based on any character or place or event of the games or the world around them is applicable for this event! NSFW is allowed so long as it is put under a cut and properly tagged.

Day 1 (2nd December): Darth Revan

Day 2 (3rd December): The Jedi Exile

Day 3 (4th December): The Crew of the Ebon Hawk

Day 4 (5th December): The Mandalorian Wars

Day 5 (6th December): The Jedi Civil War

Day 6 (7th December): Post Game

Day 7 (8th December): Freeform

All these prompts are very wide and open, and mostly just inspiration, not something that needs to be followed, so if you want to make something entirely different, that would be completely fine!

Looking forward to see what people create!

[devildomwriter]

Simeon’s Journey

Simeon was introduced to us as an angel, not just any angel but an archangel; A warrior angel in charge of legions of angels.

From season one we immediately learn not everything is as it seems with Simeon. Simeon tends to bend the rules, be more relaxed, and was mentioned as having once been a Seraph, the highest rank of angel in the Celestial Realm.

In the Celestial Realm Simeon was a brother to Lucifer. He was given a rose garden by his Father and watched it diligently while having a great interest in a book of prophecy, one that foretold he’d one day lose his wings. Although this concerned Mammon, Simeon wasn’t particularly bothered.

When the war broke out, Simeon tried to cover for the brothers, and for this, he was demoted to Archangel, a busy position where his job was to defend the realm from the frontlines. Gone were the days of rest and relaxation with his family and two close remaining friends, Raphael and Michael.

To cope with the loss of the brothers, Simeon began to write about them, likely using the book of prophecy as a reference since most of his books reflected what would eventually become reality, with the main protagonist, Henry, replacing MC. These books would eventually be published but upon visiting the Devildom and discovering the brothers were so different from how he remembered he became disheartened and didn’t continue his work until Season Four of the game.

Upon coming to the Devildom in season one Simeon was guarded against Diavolo and didn’t particularly like him. He enjoyed scaring Luke, befriended Solomon, and acted as a messenger for Michael.

In season two things take a turn with Simeon. He’s more relaxed and adjusted to the Devildom and doesn’t hide his secretly stern behavior, even bringing Mammon to tears when put in charge of a play he’d write.

When everyone learned MC would likely die from their abundance of uncontrolled power, the ring of light was given up as an option because it was lost in the war. Simeon keeps quiet but immediately leaves to steal the ring from the celestial realm to save MC’s life.

These actions closely resemble Lilith’s choice which started the war with similar results.

Lilith directly altered a human's lifespan which is forbidden, by offering him stolen fruit from the Celestial Realm.

Simeon more or less altered MC’s lifespan by bringing them the one object that could keep them alive. If MC hadn’t died, Lucifer would have, Lucifer who although forgiven, was still a traitor to the realm.

The final chat of season two is Michael asking to speak with Simeon. It’s clear he’s in trouble for what he’s done.

In season three we aren’t shown anything is too different with Simeon although the brothers find it weird that he’s in the human world as it’s not an archangel's job. During his time at the cafe, Simeon meets with Raphael on multiple occasions who is checking on how he is doing as a human.

In season four Simeon comes back to the Devildom, this time as a human exchange student though this fact is only known by Solomon, Raphael, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer who keep an eye on him to make sure he is safe from other demons.

Now in the Devildom, it’s clear how powerless Simeon is. Unable to protect himself or his loved ones with an angelic blessing, everyone learns the truth. With the truth revealed and his closest friends there to support him, Simeon finally takes the steps towards accepting his new life as a human and even begins to wear his old celestial realm clothing.

But things don’t end there. Despite his newfound confidence, no more than a few weeks later he becomes sick and unsettled, even missing part of the RAD Science Fair to stay home.

While observing Simeon one day, Lucifer notices his aura has changed and when he confronts Solomon, Solomon reveals that Simeon is turning into a demon and he has been since the human world.

Moments we can see this too in the human world were Simeon’s teasing in the “Celestial Realm”, his threats to the brothers in the cafe, and his confession to Lucifer that he feared his own Father or an aspect of him.

Simeon may not understand what’s happening to him, although he knows his magic is stronger and applauds MC for noticing in chapter 47. Simeon is now forced to make another huge adjustment by becoming a demon, and it’s difficult for the people around him too—after learning Raphael was found staring into space and incorrectly answering questions, even struggling to drink Demonus, which he loves. Michael has been pestering Luke for updates on Simeon, and Luke is now concerned about his condition again.

This will only go a few different ways. Simeon becomes a demon, demon form and all, and perhaps reunites as brother with the other seven, or he’s going to fight against the change to become an angel again as even Raphael states he believes Simeon is better at his “job” than he used to be.

Depending on how Simeon copes with this change, it’s either a tragedy or a new beginning. Simeon has always been disillusioned with his job, even telling MC he believed angels couldn’t have dreams of what they wanted to do, and drunkenly sobbing to Lucifer that he’s now more of a middle management type.

Either way, for Simeon and everyone around him, it’s hardly the ending.

[obeymelilith]

THE TALES OF THE SEVEN LORDS - THE MOURNING LADY (aka TSL Lilith lol)

[opiopal]

•All I wanted was bread•

(pt.3)

(hey! I apologize it took me so long to get this out! since the first two parts of this were posted my life randomly got really busy(a mix of some intense bed rotting, tech issues, work, and family issues.) BUT this isn't a vent post this is fanfiction RAHHHH!!!(tho ofc the moment I get serious about writing after a few years the fanfic writers curse went for my ankles.) (I will be attempting to include all seven brothers in this, though ofc mainly focusing on mc and mammon since they are indeed the intended couple. we will be seeing simeon and luke again ofc, they are very important to mc's fate in this. and of course a LOT of birds!! silly little creatures!!) (I do warn that at times some of the brothers may come off as bratty? mainly levi, which I want to explain thats only because I'm basing this more on how they were in the beginning of the OG game(not to say they were BRATTY but they were def something..) and I'm adding a little sprinkle of rich spoiled kid. so yeah! sorry for this long A/N.)

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"WAIT"

the shout echoes off the walls as the room falls silent, the only thing heard was the flutter of wings from the crows sitting above. the tight grip on your hair loosens once again as the Lord in front of you stands baffled at the sudden interruption. from where you sit you can see the other lords looking equally as baffled. you crane your neck to look past the Lord of Corruption, and your eyes land on what appears to be the second born. you take in his appearance, from his soft white hair, perfect skin, his gorgeous blue eyes with specks of yellow- his clothing was just as his brothers, elegant but with a sense of danger to it. yet his top did not leave much to the imagination.. which you take note of as you watch his chest heave up and down as he catches his breath.

the full release of your hair snaps you out of your thoughts as you fall back onto sitting on the floor beneath you, wincing as your already scraped and bloody knees collide with the ground. out of the corner of your eye you could've sworn you saw the Lord of Fools face cringe at your pain.

he clears his throat and adjusts himself as he walks into the room, walking straight to the Lord of Corruption.

"Brother!- my dear, older brother." he sounded nervous, his eyes catch yours as confusion slowly hides any traces of fear or pain from your face. what in the world is he doing? "You know- it is just, baffling to me, that anyone would ever dare to disrespect you- especially with how giving you are." is he.. attempting to flatter him..? you quickly glance between him and his older brother, then back to his brother again as you see his face soften and his brows raise slightly- is it actually working?? "-and with just, how hard working you are. as a matter of fact- you work to hard. why dont you go and relax and I handle the punishment for this criminal."

………

"hm. well. I believe you'll come up with something.. sufficient. You go on ahead."

oh my god it actually worked?!

you and the other lord seem to share the same thought as his brows shoot up and he gives his older brother a grin, his nerves calming almost immediately.

"Of course I will!"

before you know it, his hands are suddenly gripped on to both of your arms, lifting you up like you weigh absolutely nothing and tucking you against his side awkwardly, your toes hardly even touch the ground with the awkward hold he has on you.

"they will be dealt with accordingly!"

the moment you both step out of the vast throne room he slams the doors shut, he sets you on the ground quickly as his hand drops down to gently hold your own. Then, in a hurry, he speed walks down the hall, practically dragging you along.

You struggle to keep up with his pace as you also struggle to process what in the world just happened- why did he rush in like that? why were those crows practically screaming? why is he now leading you through the palace- you're lead through multiple hallways, a single set of stairs, and another few hallways, in which all look to be a piece of art on their own somehow. With murals, gold and gems intended into the walls- even the floor looks like it’s worth more then you could make in hundreds of years!

eventually you're able to unscramble your mind enough to speak up. "I- excuse me- why did you-"

though you can hardly finish your question as he suddenly stops and turns to face you, his hands shooting up and firmly grip onto your shoulders, pulling you in close as his eyes burn into yours. he looked focus, his brows slightly furrowed as he took in each detail of your face, his eyes darting to your hair, then mouth, then nose, then ears, then back up again to your eyes. his mind is racing but you just can’t tell where to. Have you two met? there’s no possible way- if you’d met a lord you would remember- but the way his gaze washes over you, you can’t help but think otherwise.

his mouth opens, but quickly is cut off before he could even say anything by the sound of flapping wings. You feel something collide with the back of your head with a loud CAW. you feel as it tangles in your hair, quickly you reach back and pull the small body of a crow away from your head, the motion of your arms cause the Lord to remove his hands from your shoulders. you stare down at the familiar feathery friend. you adjust how your holding him, basically cradling him, to be careful to not accidentally hurt him “hello clever boy..” you mumble softly at you run your finger over the top of his tiny head. for a moment you almost forget where you are, quickly to turn your head back to the lord but pause as you now inspect his face, his cheeks were flushed red as his eyes dart between you and the crow, though once he makes eye contact with you he glances away again.

“That’s… one of my familiars”

he says quickly as he rests his hands on his hips, keeping his gaze to the wall to avoid making eye contact, your brows raise, looking down as the feathered fiend you’ve become so familiar with. you stare for a while before abruptly saying

”you were rich this whole time?? You little snake!”

The lord stares for a moment with his brows raised as the crow simply caws back at you without a single care. You were a little annoyed but despite it, you did come to love the little feathery creature in your arms. once again he goes to open his mouth, but unfortunately he can hardly even get past the word “I-“ before you both hear footsteps.

his arm shoots out and wraps around you, yanking you close quickly as he immediately tenses up. You also feel the hair on the back of your neck rise as your anxiety spikes. maybe it was the lord of corruption coming to make sure his brother was doing what’s he promised? Are you actually going to die here- the lord of fools doesn’t seem to want to hurt you-

but, instead of seeing the scowl of the man you just spat on, you see two familiar faces, specifically your brothers.

The three of your stare as Simeon and Luke stop in their tracks upon seeing you, as your shoulders loosen up upon seeing them. you had nearly forgotten all about the fact that Simeon was working here now, your mind was just so jumbled you could only focus on what was to come. You immediately notice how clean they both look, their hair is nearly brushed and there’s not a single hole in any item of clothing they had, their shoes were just the right size and their cheeks seemed much more filled out. you see Simeon’s face furrow in concern upon seeing you, you had changed a bit since he last saw you as well, you had lost some weight and was dirtier. Your clothes had gotten more worn down and the blood from your knees didn’t help as all to soothe the look on his face. without a second though you hand the crow over to the lord and run towards your brothers, Luke also makes a lunge towards you as you basically scoop him up into a large hug. as you hug him you hear soft sniffles, “Luke?” ”y-yes?” ”are you ok?”

you set him back down yet at the same time you can’t help but smile a little at him, using your thumb to wipe tears off his little face.

“yes! I mean, I just, I missed you so much!!”

“I missed you too,”

you give him another hug, though not as dramatic as the first. you sit up properly after a moment to hug Simeon as well, he pulls away and gives you a smile before furrowing his brows,

“Mc what are you doing here?”

“well.. i uh… it’s complicated,”

He gives you a look before the lord walks over to join you

“Oi, Simeon, how do you know them?”

“ah- well this is my younger sibling, Mc, the one I’ve spoken about before in the past,”

The lords face immediately scrunches, though softens as an idea washes over him, he puts a hand on Simeon’s shoulder.

“well, your sibling is marked down for execution,”

“excuse me!?”

you let out a gasp as concern and shock washes over Simeon, quickly shooting your hands down to cover Luke’s ears from the sudden news. why in the world would he say that!?

“well.. I’m sure it could be avoided if you voice your objections,”

Simeon pauses as his confusion shifts to suspicion,

“what do you mean by that?”

“think bout it Simeon, if you say you have issues with your sibling gettin executed, I’m sure the idea will be dropped!”

“You sound awfully confident..”

“is.. is that a bad thing?” You question,

“typically..”

“OI! Just trust me! It’ll work!”

you and Simeon share a nervous glance as you slowly hug a very confused Luke to your side.

• •

Despite you and Simeon’s anxiety, you still find yourself back outside the throne room, standing against the wall along with the lord of fools as Simeon stands infront of the doors. Simeon had sent Luke off with his tutor after much reassurance from you and Simeon both that you were definitely NOT in any danger whatsoever.

Simeon inhales slowly before pushing the doors open, covering his anxiety with a stern expression. The other six lords still sat inside, once Simeon entered they stop all conversation and looked over, the third born looking happy to see him until he noticed his face. Simeon stands in front of the tall row of thrones, before taking one more deep inhale and speaking.

“I’ve recently heard that a peasant was sent to be executed today.”

the lord of corruption scoffs, a scowl coming across his face as he nods.

“yes. A highly disrespectful thief.”

“well. Unfortunately. That ‘thief’ is my sibling.”

The lord of corruption raises a brow, Simeon continues to speak.

“and if my sibling is to be executed, I will have to resign from working here at the palace.”

“really? Well-“

as the lord of corruption began to speak, the lord of shadow stands up in a panic

“WHAT!!! NO!!”

the lord of shadow turns to his older brother,

“You can’t let him resign! Cancel the execution!”

“what- well-“

“UGH I CANT EVER HAVE ANYTHING! WHY CANT YOU JUST DO THIS FOR ME!?”

he cries out dramatically, you attempt to peak your head in past the door frame to get a better look at the tantrum scene, but you feel an arm wrap around your waist and pull you back. A small yelp involuntarily leaves your mouth, which causes the lord of fools to quickly cover your mouth with his other hand. Pulling you close to his chest.

“alright- ALRIGHT! QUIET.”

silence falls as the oldest shouts, the lord of shadow sits down in a huff as he speaks again.

“I will cancel the execution so you can keep your writer.”

You let out a sigh of relief through your nose, as does the lord holding you.

“i.. would also like for them to stay here with me and Luke. And to be treated the same as I.”

This time it’s your turn to throw your hands up and cover the lord of fools mouth as he lets out a loud anxious inhale. The lord of shadow sits up again, turning his head and ready to say something to his older brother. The lord of corruption lets out an irritated sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before glancing over at his brother once again.

“…fine. They can stay.” He says through gritted teeth. “Is there anything else. Simeon?”

Simeon shakes his head and bows respectfully. “No, thank you my lord.”

he turns on his heel and quickly walks back out the doors he had entered, the moment they shut you jump on him and trap him in a tight hug, whispering to him excitedly “you did it!! I don’t know how but you did!!”

“trust me, I don’t quite know how myself,” he says as he returns your hug.

the lord of fools glances at the doors for a moment before placing a hand on your shoulder,

“Simeon take them to your room, I don’t want any of my brothers to know we were listening,”

Simeon simply gives him a nod and pulls you away quickly, the lord glances around before slipping off into a different direction to avoid being questioned himself.

• •

the next few hours went by quickly and very awkwardly. When you had entered Simeon and Luke’s room, you hardly had anytime to admire it before a handful of maids also entered to take you away. With them you were brought to the bathhouse and all the dirt was scrubbed from your skin, your hair was scrubbed as well as your face, upon seeing yourself in a mirror the color of your hair seemed so much more different then from what you remember. your clothes were also taken away, most likely to be tossed or burned, or both, and replaced with clothes that made you feel like you were a royal. Gems and crystals lined the collar along with the waist, the fabric was soft and colored to be something you’ve only seen on the flowers in your garden. though you hardly had any time to admire your new look before you were pulled away to dinner, which.. was awkward, to say the least. The lord of Shadow hogged all of Simeon’s attention, blabbering on about stories and books written by Simeon that he just adored, Simeon didn’t seem to mind though since it appeared he was used to this. The lord of corruption would occasionally glance over at you with hatred and distain, but pull his eyes away any time the third born looked at him. Luke ate silently at your side, though was in an extremely good mood now that you were back, occasionally he would speak up quietly and answer any questions you asked about his schooling or what he had been up to, but that was really it since the atmosphere felt much to aggressive to have any form of friendly conversation. but of course one thing you couldn’t ignore was how the lord of fools would look over at you as you ate, every time you caught him staring his face would heat up as he would quickly turn his attention away or pretend to be looking at something near you, though the moment he was sure you had looked away he would resume to stare. For some odd reason he just couldn’t stop, every time he looked your way his gaze was filled with something you could only describe as either admiration or love.. though you had only just met him, something in your head was telling you that it was the second option.

once dinner was over you, Simeon, and Luke went to their room, another bed had been placed inside for you during dinner, which you were more than alright with since you had been used to staying with the three, and the emptiness of your old room back home just ate you up inside. Luke fell asleep first, as you were used to, and you and Simeon stayed up for a bit longer. You sat on your new bed, staring out the balcony window that offered a beautiful view of the lands. The fires from down in the villages were bright, yet you couldn’t help but direct your gaze back up at the stars. you felt anxious, a little happy, and confused. Though one feeling smothered the rest. You felt content. yes you were in a place unfamiliar to you, you’re aware that you would have been dead if you hadn’t fed those crows, and this could all just be some twisted dream and once you wake up everything will be just as it was again. However, your stomach was full, you were clean, the pajamas you had were soft and cozy, you had your brothers with you, and oddly enough you felt safe.

“what are you thinking about?”

Simeon’s voice interrupts your thoughts as he speaks from his newer writing desk placed by his bed, you look over at him for a moment, juggling what you could say.

“I’m.. just,”

you fall silent for a moment,

“I’m a bit confused is all, I’m still trying to wrap my head around this whole situation. This just can’t be real. I’m happy that I’m here, but, I just can’t figure out how me attempting to steal bread lead to me being in robes that are worth more then myself,”

he lets out a sigh before standing up, sitting by you on your bed and pulling you in for another hug,

“I know there’s not a lot I could say in this moment to reassure you.. I’m glad that you’re here as well.. “

you lean against him and sigh. You suddenly feel his arm tighten around your shoulders.

“…however, I would like to know your reasoning behind lying to me about your well being.”

he gives you a small smile as he speaks,

“I- uh, well.. you know what I am EXHAUSTED and this bed just looks fantastic!”

“Mc..”

“See you tomorrow!”

you quickly flop onto your back and roll over onto your stomach, pretending to be asleep in the uncomfortable position. Simeon sighs, figuring he’ll simply just have to question you in the morning.

once he stands up you get into a much more comfortable position under the covers and turn your gaze back to the window, your mind continues to wander as you stare at the night sky. Maybe you just need to stop worrying about it for now.. besides, you really are exhausted.

just before sleep completely takes you, you see a crow land outside on the balcony railing, tilting its head to look at you.

• • [hey! Sorry again for how long this took, like I said life randomly got really crazy- HOWEVER, a part 4 will absolutely be in the works! Ik that it probably wasn’t to exciting and I’m sorry if it’s a bit disappointing, but the next part will probably be a lot less plot heavy,]

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