#(bastard loves to boast his wins)

[hxnbi]

「 IF ONLY... ︱GOJO SATORU 」

— synopsis: if only you were like your brother... — disclaimers: angst, comfort, platonic

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— GOJO SATORU

Born from the same womb, your role was sealed from the moment your brother opened his eyes.

Your brother was the first one out of the stomach, therefore officially the "older sibling" by a mere 13 seconds. Though, that was of little importance in the grand scheme of things.

Because that didn't matter. You didn't matter.

Your brother, Gojo Satoru, was beloved, adored, and spoiled beyond any child of the Gojo clan. 

It made sense. After all, Satoru was the pride of the Gojo Clan, the first person to inherit both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in four hundred years.

…As for you?

You were dubbed as the failure of the Gojo clan.

You had no technique and hardly enough cursed energy to see spirits. It's no wonder even your own parents called you a pathetic child and an extra mouth to feed. It's funny, considering how wealthy the Gojo clan really was…

That sealed it for you.

It silently implied you didn't belong in the family and never would. Not the while Satoru was still alive. 

You doubted with every part of your being that your family would ever repent for their actions and start loving you again. Even then, every time, hope still lingered, but it felt like a mere wisp of a dream, a fragile whisper carried away by the winds of despair—a mere pipe dream. 

Every time the "Gojo twins" were mentioned, it was always about how strong Satoru was and how weak you were, not being able to live up to anybody's expectations of you.

You weren't weak. If anything, you were strong, even without having a technique of your own to boast, befitting a member of the Gojo clan. But you were nothing compared to your brother… and because you were twins, it was all people could ever compare you to.

You were but a shadow in Satoru's life, not even worth being named a replacement.

"If only [Y/n] had also inherited at least one of our techniques. It's a shame…" they would say.

The failure of the Gojo clan. It had a nice ring to it… you would sheepishly chuckle to yourself, carefully and willfully ignoring the aching pain in your chest, and instead put on a mask.

Satoru would constantly joke around with you, saying that he must've cannibalized and stolen all the cursed energy from you while you both were in the womb. It was funny at first—to him—but each jest carried a sting of truth, leaving a subtle ache in your heart as the words echoed in your mind.

You were spiteful. Every day, it served as a cruel reminder that you could never escape. You felt hurt, betrayed, and, most of all, forgotten.

But, when everything was all said and done, you couldn't ever find it in you to blame your brother. After all, he couldn't control the circumstances. He just happened to win the lottery, and you didn't—ended up getting not even a piece of the pie, but rather a single crumb of it.

But Satoru still loved you.

He tried his damn best to include you in everything—and you knew it. How he would ask you to come to the family meetings from then on. He succeeded, of course. No one could ever oppose him, but the utter looks of disgust that you would receive painted a canvas of silent disapproval and alienation.

You never did belong there.

You believed you didn't deserve his love, or anyone's love, for that matter. But even so, you couldn't help but accept it as a balm for the wounds of neglect inflicted by everyone else.

Satoru saw, and he knew what you were thinking—and what you thought of him. He would have to be stupid not to. But like the sneaky bastard he was, he kept on playing dumb. That is, during a day of training where you and Satoru were on the field. 

You watched with your legs propped close to your chest and your hand holding up your chin, watching Satoru as he was supposedly “training.” 

You kept close to yourself, eyes eventually fluttering close for just a second. “...” 

"Oiiii~! [Y/n]! What are you doing, zoning out like that, huh?"

You snapped from your daze, only to see Satoru’s pale face right in front of yours, rubbing at the top of your head. "Nothing, Satoru. Now, stop pulling on my hair."

You didn't know if it was just boredom settling in or if you were that fed up with everything of your years of existence, but you finally asked the burning question.

"Satoru."

"Hm?" he turned around to face you. "What is it, [Y/n]?"

"...Why do you stay around me?"

He tilted his head with an 'innocent' expression. But he knew. He always did. “What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Satoru. Why do you bother being around someone like me? I'm only holding you back. Mom knows it. Dad knows it. All the higher-ups know it."

"So?"

You were his twin. Whatever happened to him would reflect on you as well. 

"But that's—!"

Satoru, with a thin line of a smile, edged on. "What's so wrong about it?"

You were left speechless.

"Why wouldn't I play with you? What are they going to do about it, huh? Kill me?" he smirked. “You're my other half, after all."

Something tickled her cheek—a tear. A tear was forming, but you wouldn't let it fall, and you wiped your cheek, which would turn to every few seconds. You started chewing on your lower lip, and your eyes welled up with tears.

There was nothing left of your anger. Everything was gone. But it wasn't sadness that took it. You did not feel anything at all, but your face said otherwise. You could hardly keep yourself together.

The confirmation that your brother cared—saying it all aloud—made you crumble like fragile petals in a gentle breeze. Whether you wanted to or not, every emotion cascaded down your face like delicate petals. Tears escaped your eyes, followed by a hand coming over your shoulder. 

You glanced upward. It was Satoru's, your brother's, hand. 

"Hey, hey, c'mon. Why are you crying about this time, huh?" he teased while his other hand was extended, ready to pull you up. 

Looking at him directly in the eyes, right into those pearly ocean eyes, you couldn't help but think.

“Hah, you were always a crybaby,” he grinned.

You stifled a sniff of your nose, wiping the remaining tears from your face. “Shut it…” you shot back, but that came out softer than you meant for it to be.

A piece of vulnerability.

But Satoru’s hand still remained extended.

And you took it, instinctively reaching out for your brother, just like you always tried to meet the expectations of those in the family. Yet, in that fleeting moment of silence, you not only reached but grasped, succeeding where you had previously faltered.

Gojo pulled your intertwined hands closer together, locking eyes with you. Your breaths were so close that you could feel both his and your every breath. 

"No matter what happens, I'll protect you. Didn't I tell you? I'm the strongest, after all.”

"You always say that," you laughed sheepishly.

"That's because I meant it. Every word."

Of course. You didn't doubt that. You never did. 

While he may be the world's strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

He's still your brother.

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Lewd Request:

Hey I was wondering if you could do a lewd Striker x male reader, something along the lines of the festival and the main character made a bet with striker he'd beat him but they lose so Striker has his way with him. Love your stories.

A bets a bet

You weren't particularly fond of the new field hand.

Sure, the man was good at his work.

He could shoot, and hunt and ride with the best of them, but something was... off.

Nobody was that good and that proud.

Of course, you couldn't say much, he may boast like a snakeoil salesman but like you'd said, he was as capable as any worker you'd ever had, if not more so.

And while you tried to ignore the man, much to your annoyance, he seemed to take a special liking to you.

The man often 'helping' you with chores, or coming along if you had to head into town.

His favourite was teasing you.

It started with a few comments here and there, teasing if you screwed something up, or had some issue or other.

Then it became general teasing and prodding, the man loving to get a rise out of you.

Though you could often get him back, the man usually either impressed or annoyed with your come bqcks, leaving you alone for a while.

Although, after a night of drinking with some of your siblings and farmhands.

Hed be teasing you, yet again, making some snarky comment on how often you got your dick wet, and after a few too many drinks and a serious lapse in judgement, you made an off handed comment on how if he wasn't such a prick, you probably would have been all over him.

And you immediately regretted it, cause that man perked up like a Hellhorse spotting a prime-rib.

After that, Striker only became more persistent.

It was never quite forceful enough for you to get creeper out. But he was certainly persistent. The sheer number of times he'd bitten his lower lip, giving you those playful "fuck me" eyes, was more then enough to haunt your dreams.

And while he could be a total pain in the ass, he was also really useful, so you put up with it, simply rolling your eyes when he made a less then subtle comment to you.

And you totally weren't into him.

Sure he was swave and confident and Very capable, and could probably ride you like he did bombproof-

Nope! You didn't think like that. No matter haw many times.

Or think about his skills with rope.

Mind drifting off to that one time he'd managed to tie you up, man sitting on your back as he practically purred in your ear.

Nope! None of that!

But, past all the flirting, you had a formidable rivalry.

Of course you always played it off.

You didn't care if he won some stupid race or could shoot something, or won some wrestling match. What do you care, not like a single win meant anything.

Unless you won.

In which case you felt like King of the Ring, and was sure to rub it in his face.

Until you lost a match of shooting, that bastard hitting one more can then you.

It was quite the roller-coaster.

At least for humble farm life.

Having been bested one time too many, you snapped, demanding a rematch.

At that he grew a wicked grin across his tanned facad, telling you he'd agree, buuut, if he won, he wanted something.

Hesitant, you'd ask what he wanted, the man moving forwards, arm on either side of you, pinning you to a fence, telling you smugly.

"A Kiss."

You, Red faced, woukd agree, telling him it wouldn't matter cause you'd win.

And you Aaaaallllmmmoooossssttt did.

Almost being the key and only word.

Hitting the last can, but failing to knock it off.

So, Striker, all smirks, strutted up, expecting a kiss.

And so, you gave him one.

Kissing his cheek.

Striker, cocked a brow, you telling him smugly.

"You wanted a kiss. Never said where you wanted it."

You spoke casually, taking your small victory in stride.

Though unfortunately, you set a precedence with that little incident, as after this, any time you competed, Striker managed to slip a bet in there.

Though none were as bold as the first one.

Usually little things. Making you call him sir or having you follow him around for a day.

And while it they were fairly innocent, if annoying, things, there was always a heavy sexual undertone.

He never stopped chasing you, he just chose a more... passive, method.

But, after a particularly hot night, you snuck out, ending up out in a field half naked, relaxing against a fence, enjoying what little breeze there was.

Of course, Striker would appear, he too half naked, man shirtless with only his hat and Ascot, the two of you just standing there for a while, in a peaceful silence as the breeze blew across the field.

After a while he'd finally pipe up, asking if you were gonna compete in the harvest moon games.

You'd hum, telling him you probably would, before asking why.

Striker, in an odd moment of seriousness stood there, peering at you with those ringed yellow eyes, the same ones that had haunted far too many of your dreams.

The man, turning to you, would ask if you wanna make a bet on it.

You, swallowing, would nod, telling him. 'Sure.'

So, getting off his fence, he walked over and in a surprising display of boldness would pin you to the fence, voice low, shimmer of his tail ringing out.

He wanted you.

He was sick of the games, the little bets, your 'rivalry', he was going all in, he wanted you.

So, if he won, he wanted you.

Standing there, chest to chest, the man peering intently into your eye.

You, red faced, blood rushing to the one place you didn't need it, would stand there.

And well, call it a weak will or your will being chipped away after so many months, or perhaps a large part of you wanted this all along, you agreed, telling him yes, may the best man win.

To which Striker smirked, chest to naked chest, leaning in and breathing hot in your ear.

"Don't worry... I will~"

And so, the next few days zipped by in the blink of the eye.

You didn't see Striker much, and when you did he usually just smirked, eyeing you in a fashion that always left you red faced, pants suddenly tightening.

And so, the day finally arrived. You and the family loading into the truck and rolling into town, Striker riding Bombproof besides you, the man giving you an occasion glance, you pretending you hadn't been staring.

The town was lively, and all the townsfolk were a flurry of activity, preparing to either join or enjoy the games.

You prepared as well, limbering, stretching, just getting ready.

Striker however, just stood there, leaning against a fencing, man chewing on a wheat stalk. The man occasionally glancing back at you.

You didn't say anything to him, not willing to let him mess with your mind any more.

Eventually, you got to the games.

You excelled.

As did Striked.

Both of you far surpassing the regular saps that participated.

You were faster, but Striker was more nimble.

Not evenly matched, but you certainly pushed yourself.

You both put in your best show, and it was a close fight, you working harder then you'd ever worked before, really pushing yourself to your limit.

And after pulling, jumping, running and wrestling. You fought, and bit, there being more than a few fatalities from each of you.

It was a tie!

Nah, Striker won.

Some asshole had just miscounted your score.

Striker won.

And hearing that, you just stood there.

It took a minute to sink in, and while you realised just what happened, Striker seemed to relish the news, bathing in the crowds applause.

A flurry of emotion hit you, your head seemingly spinning. But the most concerning part of it all was you weren't... you weren't upset.

You were a little annoyed, angry even at losing, but that felt more like being upset at losing the games.

Not the bet.

Striker, surprising you, didn't come up and boast. Instead he joined the crowd of adoring fans, the lot of them all heading off to celebrate.

So, knowing the fate before you, you joined, snatching a comedically large jug with 4 large Xs on the side, drinking at your pleasure.

Eventually you'd end up in the town bar, sipping your drink, you and Striker staring at each other from across the bar.

You refused to make the first move, yet as the minutes ticked by, you became restless, constantly looking back at the man.

The cowboy simply standing there, peering at you with that seductive little smile, sipping his own drink, seemingly content in his position.

You eventually grew tired of the waiting, and shotgunning your drink, you stormed over to the snake.

Of course, he wore that Victorious smirk of his, standing there as you approached.

You scowled, storming up to him, stopping just before him.

The man smiled, popping an olive into his mouth, giving you a royal shit eating grin.

You snorted, simply standing there.

You told him bluntly to get on with it then!

Striker just smirked, looking you over, the fucking snake was relishing this.

After a few minutes, he asked what ever could you mean? And so, snapping at him that he was an Ass, you grabbed the man, dragging the him upstairs.

Striker just went along with it, smirking as he finshed his drink, discarding the bottle as he stumbled upstairs.

Reaching some bedroom, you didn't care who's it was, you dragged the man towards the bed.

But before you could throw him onto it, he suddenly whipped out of your grasp, the man slipping his neckerchief and seamlessly binding your hands with them, tying them behind your back before throwing you onto the bed.

The man, slipping his jacket off, working on his shirt as his tail slammed the door shut, his eyes the only thing visible, that and his golden tooth as he smirked a victors smirk.

You lay there, red faced, drunk and extremely aroused as the man climbed atop you, the clink of his belt being undone and the shimmer of his tail filling the air as he lean, the snake getting close, alcohol ladened breath on your neck as he growlwd out.

"Don't worry darlin', I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I will~"

The man purring before he bit your neck, forcing a lewd moan from your lips.

•••

You awoke the next morning a mess.

You were sore.

You had more bite marks and hand shaped bruises on your ass then you cared to count.

Your hair was a total mess, clothes in tatters after being practically torn off you by the snake, and you were still recovering physically and mentally from everything that happened the night before.

You hissed as Bombproof bumped upwards, you clinging to Striker, the man being your only ride back to the homestead as your family had left the night before.

You didn't say anything, neither did Striker, though, the snake didn't need too.

The man simply wore a smirk, that smirk saying it all.

"I won."

And the annoying part, that was he was right.

Though even as you got home, hissing as you slid off the horse, gritting your teeth as you shambled back to the house. All the way there, able to feel the snake's gaze on your back.

And while you knew he'd be insufferable after this, likwly even more forward then ever the thing that really got to you, was knowing that there was no way this was gonna be the last time.

And even as you stumbled, collapsing atop your bed, body and rear sore, you wondered what came next with that smug sexy asshat of a snake man.

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Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 6)

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The water is already steamy, and both boys itch to fulfil their next fantasy. They know it would take time to have your full and undeniable consent and approval. 

The duo also knows this wasn’t the best path to win you over but now that it's done, there’s no way back and letting you go isn't even an option.

“N-No.” your defiance is intoxicating for some unknown reason. 

“No, huh?” 

“Yes, I said no.” You don’t let the shake in your voice manifest. 

Meanwhile, the heat emanating from the shower starts to create a cloud of steam and being the only one with clothes on, you can feel the fabric beginning to stick against your skin. 

You don’t know how to be shameless regarding nakedness like them. As if they didn't care if someone else saw them….  Even as if they've seen each other naked a million times, and then, it hits you. 

“—Since when are you together?” 

Mikey hums, pensively, “We know each other since we were just your height, little one.” The blond openly jokes, and you can hear Draken snickering. 

“You are like one inch taller than me—” 

“You’ll do good to remember that.” Mikey keeps teasing, sassy grin curving his lips. 

Fed up with his antics, you stop tip toing around them, and aim for a punch under the belt. 

“Your boyfriend is being an asshole, Draken.” You spat, venom dripping from your tongue, crossing your arms in front of your chest a tense silence floats for a second too long, and it pops like a soap bubble when, they burst out laughing. 

“She is at us, baby.” 

Draken says between laughter, and you can hear his equally annoying buddy, clap a hand at his knee while holding his stomach, letting the laughter slowly die down. 

“(Y/N)—you perspicacious little thing…” Mikey chuckles out, and cleaning the remnant of tears from his eyes, shakes his head, “of course, Draken and I are a thing.” The short blond unashamedly, admits. 

“…Lover?” you murmur and quickly correct, “—boyfriend!” 

“The first one…” Mikey replies, unconcerned “and the second one—” continues, your mouth opens but he keeps going, “and… the third one.” 

Confusion reflects on your features and is quick to add. 

“He is mine—” easily claims, “the same as you are.” Shrugs his shoulders, unworriedly looking through your shoulder at Draken who plainly grins. 

“You can’t own a person…” you hear yourself whisper. 

“Sure, you can!” he boasts, “as long as he owns you back—” Mikey explains, standing up from the toilet lid to take a couple of leisured steps towards you “… and I promise you…” the bastard towers over you, even when he’s just a bit taller, “Its. Fucking. Fulfilling.” Closes the distance with each word until is face to face with you. 

The whole room begins to feel cramped; you feel like an animal inside a cage and sensing your weariness, Draken pats your shoulder, lightly. 

“You must be suffocating in so many clothes—you’d better take them off.��� He suggests, previous warning buried under layers of patience. 

You hadn’t even noticed that you were profusely sweating, Toman’s uniforms are not for hot weather … or, rather for steam baths.

The fabric adhered to your skin feels awfully uncomfortable and soon the discomfort is so much that you don’t see another option.  No doubt that damn Draken did this on purpose, smart little bastard.

“—Could you turn around?” 

The request leaves your mouth out of your control and to your surprise, both comply.

They turn around without saying a word, and you stay still for a moment before starting to undress.  You know it's silly because they're going to have to see you eventually, but being granted this small favor makes you feel a little more in control. 

“Ready?” 

Mikey asks, since the noises of clothes falling to the ground stopped being heard, and you sigh heavily before answering.

“I would feel more comfortable if you let me bath on my own—” 

“We understand…” the ghost of a smile hunts your face for a brief moment when Mikey seems to yield “—but then who would wash your back,” but then he adds, wiping all mirth from your features right away, fake concern tainting his sarcastic tone, “or clean behind your ears…?” Draken joins following his lead, and you can hear the smirk on their faces even when you can’t see it. 

“—Does messing up with me bring you guys any kind of twisted pleasure?” you ask, making sure they notice your contempt for them, “or is it part of your supposed unconditional LOVE for me?” Your blatant mock makes you feel pleased when they don’t reply immediately. 

Finally, some payback, you think, but you couldn’t be more wrong because you just gave them the excuse they’ve been looking for, since the three entered the bathroom.

“She still doesn’t believe us, Kenchin.”

Mikey groans, stretching his back soundly, like subtly reminding you how strong they are compared to you. 

“I heard—” the dragon tattoo owner replies, “and it breaks my heart.” Draken sighs, yet it sounds false and combing his blond hair back, stresses.

“Sounds to me like it’s our sacred duty as her irrevocable boyfriends…” makes a meaningful pause for you to witness him slowly turn around to look at you while spelling the next words, “—to remind her who she belongs to now.”

Fear melts your satisfied grin into pure despair and taking a step away from the intimidating tall blond and his dark promise, your naked back bumps against a solid chest.

“I agree, baby...” Mikey´s voice sounds closer to your ear, “now (y/n) … It’s your decision how this will happen…” the Toman leader explains, pressing his strong chest flush against your bare back, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder to spy your reactions, “… we can be gentle and sweet, or NONE…” putting a lock of hair behind your ear, pecks your cheek, gallantly and finishes, “your move.”

A loud breath tells them that you are getting awfully nervous, your gaze desperately searches for a way out, and they only follow your line of sight, yet don’t attempt to move. Until you try to take a step forward and as if in chain reaction, Mikey’s arm encircles your waist and Draken closes the distance, only leaving a centimeter of air that prevents your breast from colliding with his.

“I—…I believe you!” you lie, “there’s no need—” 

“Nop.” You feel Mikey´s lips glued to the shell of your ear, “Just decide.”

You hate being put in these scenarios, and you hate more that you are so afraid of them that you prefer a known devil, than a devil to know. So, disgusted by your next words, you shamefully reduce to play they little sick game of power. 

“Gentle.”

Both boys' smirk, wildly. Without a doubt, you are beginning to be trained to comply, and that pleases them very much, so much that they are going to gift you an extra special, session. 

“Smart move.” Draken praises, “of course, she´s our smart girl.” Mikey complements.

Is the last you hear before been push under the hot water jet, the sound of the water lapping at your skin drowns out every sinful moan you try so hard to bit back as their naughty hands and thirsty mouths, explore your curves without restraint. 

Trying to keep your legs closed is useless as teaming up, they spread them, effortlessly, losing all sense of composure and frantically both drag their fingers among your slick folds, enticing you to follow their euphoric pace. 

You can´t swallow the heavy moan that breaks your composure, and Draken presses his lips to the line of your jaw, you instantly go rigid at the gentle kiss, making you wonder how someone who looks so dangerous can be so mellow.  

“I know it´s only being a night since,” he whispers against your skin, fervently, maneuvering your palm to wrap around his warm, thick cock. “But don’t you ever stop us from touching you again, (y/n).” He groans and aids you to give him a good, rough squeeze, so he can slowly start to thrust his hips into your clenched fist.

“Fuck—that´s it.” He moans hoarsely, “keep going—Don´t s-stop...” your hand moves erratically, not sure how to please him and not sure if you want to keep going, when Mikey urges you to continue by wrapping his hand among your fingers, “Like this, Babygirl, Draken likes it when you pamper the head...” and following his instructions, you brush your thumb along the tip of his cock and Mikey hums approvingly when his bestie´s body jerks with it. “That´s a good girl.” The shorter blond praises, letting you keep going on your own.

Meanwhile, Mikey’s hands attack you gliding over your wet skin like a snake, caresses with a smooth continuous motion, insistently pursuing the curve of your breasts, squeezing hard enough for the plump flesh to spill among his fingers while his hard cock smears against your bottom, letting you nestle it between your butt cheeks, praises of how good your being falling from their mouths like water from the faucet. 

“Be honest with us, (Y/N),” Draken gasps, growing harder and harder in your hand, “at some point —Fuck....” his breathing stutters, “—this scenario had to cross your mind… at least once….”

“W-What—what scenario?” you murmur, overstimulation making your speech drag, for Mikey is unable to stop playing with your hardened nipples, “don´t stop—” Draken groans, and you begin to stroke his throbbing length up and down in time with his euphoric thrusts.  

“You guys are not my cup of tea...” you drag out, between pitiful whimpers and Mikey barks a humorless laugh before reply, “what's not to like, babe?... To me, you sound outstandingly pleased.”

“—Being fucked… without my-my consent—by two abusive gang members w-who won’t take no for… an answer?” how the fuck do you find the words to entice them even more is beyond them, but you do, “… and you ask—...what's not to like?”  

A crude chuckle quakes Draken’s chest with blessed amusement and he press soft, open-mouthed kisses along the heaving curve of your neck, letting his warm tongue come out to taste you and slowly disentangles your fingers off his length, for your attention to be solely on Mikey, who reaches one of his hands down to gently cup your cunt.

“It’s not ideal, of course,” Mikey admits, mindlessly and you gasp at his blatant honesty, hand in hand with his working fingers on you, “-we are not some stupid gang members who don't understand anything,” his words are being muffled by your skin when his lips trace your shoulder, “we also understand that what we did, has consequences—” he agrees, and you realize why he´s one of the most respected leaders among the gangs, “but everything has a solution... if you accept us as yours.” 

You groan deliriously when his digits scissor your sensitive cunt.  “We´ll give you anything, sweet girl.” A ragged gasp tears through your throat and his back straightens, proudly at hearing your melodic orgasm rip out through your convulsing frame. “Thats it —” he breaths against your ear, “... that orgasm was nothing compared to what awaits you, if you say YES.”

Collapsing against Mikey´s body, he all too pleased holds you, lifting you a little off the floor, patiently waiting for your legs to work again.

“There is nothing you can do—to make me say yes...” you strive for your voice to sound firm but fail miserably, even so, the message is sent... “—nothing.”

“Well, that was disappointing...” Mikey slumps down a little, “but hey! this was my first attempt to woo you—” Oh my God, they had to be kidding... “I'm sure the others will be successful, and soon you'll come back to your senses, ain't that right, Draken?”

Draken nods, “—but that doesn't mean we can't help her to cope, Mikey,” he adds, wickedly.

“Ain´t you smart, baby…” Mikey praises his lover.

“Just...this time... let ME set the tune—” Draken calls dibs.

“By all means, Commander.” Mikey concedes.

Your sarcastic comeback catches in your throat as the tall blond, invasively slides his palm between your buttocks, and his thick thumb breaches the sanctity of your ass.

You raggedly gasp, stunned by his audacity.  

“—Don´t...!”

“Shhh... just relax and let me work you.”

Your body fills with wildfire, ladling heat into your lower tummy. The sensation is genuinely mind shattering, no one has ever done something like that to you... not even yourself, the discomfort is too fleeting, only remaining a feeling that you cannot describe. 

Your eyes shut tight as your mouth forms an “o” shape, but no sound comes out, and Mikey takes advantage of the moment of blindness to slide his fingers inside your tired slit, thumb designated to your clit, making lazy circles over your vulnerable bundle of nerves.

“It feels—I feel...w-weird,” you gasp out, swallowing thickly and reaching your hand out to rest along the smoothness of Mikey´s neck.  He noticeably leans into your touch. “Relax, baby, just let him work.” He advices reassuringly, peeking down at Draken pumping his thumb, in and out of your virgin ass. 

Your fingers squeeze gently, ranking your nails among the wet skin you can find. “...I don´t think... I can handle—”

“Sure, you can—” Draken is swift to interrupt you, thick fingers abandoning your spasming asshole to brace you up into his arms, you manage to stay remarkably still for someone who is being forced to straddle and present its ass out.  

“I think she´s as ready as she will be.” Mikey suddenly says, speaking to Draken while ignoring your constant pleas for them to stop. “I guess, it´ll hurt,” Draken´s sigh presses against the side of your face, and glimpsing Mikey´s furrowed brows, hurries to add “—but just for a second before she stretches.”

The skin of Draken´s back feels feverishly warm under your fidgety palms as his toned muscles periodically flicker and shine under the slippery gush of water.

“Hold on tight to me, (y/n).” Draken instructs, sliding his palms from your thighs to your ass where he parts your butt cheeks for Mikey to dip the head of his cock inside your butthole.

You have to bite down on your lip, hard and harder, when Mikey suddenly impales you to the hilt in one swift roll of his hips, splitting you wide open in one single sharp thrust, which drags a pitched scream out of you and a highly pleasurable and long grunt, out of him.

“Oh my—….FUCK!” he blasts, out of breath “Oh my fucking god,” his head falls back, gasping deeply.  

“...That good?” Draken wonders, firmly holding the sides of your thighs to keep you sprawl, Mikey nods.  

“I´m gonna—make her milk me ´till she burst,” Mikey mutters raggedly, before setting a brutal pace, your moan piercingly loud, forcing Draken to cover your mouth. “Easy there, gorgeous, we don't want the whole brothel to wake up,” Draken says, and once he sees your brows starting to smooth again, he takes it as his cue to massage your ass before burying himself inside your cunt to the hilt. This is too fucking much. Your body is reaching a point of overstimulation you had never experienced before and noticing your slitted, crossed eyes, the sub-commander takes a long stilling moment for you to accommodate and enjoy the way you feel so asphyxiatingly tight around them, thanks to how well both are filling you. 

“Thi-This...This is definitely it, Babygirl, you are so... so PERFECT.”

“She´s doing so well,” Mikey´s eyes remain tightly shut to be able to last, the slapping of his grinding hips against your ass a constant sound among your pitiful whimpers. “I’m so fucking close,” his voice sounds annoyed, “this kitten´s reaaaaally squeezing down on me, good—Fuck.”

“I know—...Ngh! So, fucking cramped-…. this cunt is...—driving me nuts.” Draken’s long, and awfully thick, every thrust of his fat cock nudges against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. 

You feel them sync up, and suddenly each thrust is appropriately devastating to your inexperienced body, not a trace of pain left, just the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Mikey sinks his canines to your shoulder. “M cumming,” and, bites hard to prevent the loud growl when he spills his seed inside you so fucking violent, it makes his legs almost collapse under his weight. 

“´Yo still with us, Mikey?” Draken barks a laugh when his leader slumps down into the solid ground with a maniac grin stretching his lips like a wild man. His back continues to rise and fall with quiet, unsteady breaths, clearly passed out from overexertion. “Oh my god... oh my fucking God, Kenchin—...I'm going to burst into happy tears, man.”

“´Yo kidding, right?” Draken reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair to lean your face to his, but you are already half-way numb, and groaning a little, he keeps fucking you, steady and slow.

“Then, you call it a day.” Draken hurries to ask his fallen comrade, hips never faltering, your legs limp at each side of him.

“I, fucking, am—” Mikey grunts, too pleased with the experience to even care.

“So, do I have green light to: do whatever the fuck I want with our kitten?” he smirks, slowing down for a second to rub your back, affectional. 

“Sure, man, fuck her stupid... stupider, if that’s even possible.” 

Mikey enjoys the show from the wet floor. Draken gives your ass a hard slap which makes you wince out of your numbness, and throws his head back in ecstasy, allowing your gummy walls to embrace him at its fullest. 

“’M about to find out.” 

COMING SOON PART 7....

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[nashiriel]

Finding out bbLuke's claimed the cannibal do you think otto starts making extra plans? Like ... daughter do you still fit in the blue dress rhaenyra liked you in so much?

Also, hmmm Aemond...before the eye thing you seemed fond of young Lucerys... I need you to embrace your targaryen nature and find the maiming as sort of flirting.

🤣 Otto so would.

The Greens are in a bit of a tricky situation in the bb!Luke AU, because Luke claimed the Cannibal fresh from Driftmark - aka, just after Rhaenyra has had it made unmistakably clear to her what her childhood friend thinks of her, and how very vulnerable her children would be if Viserys wasn’t willing to defend them.

And Otto recognises that the lines have been drawn now - he’s got no hope of real power or influence in a world where Rhaenyra ascends as queen, not least with Daemon as her consort. So he’s definitely still gunning for Aegon as king, but he now knows that Vhagar isn’t necessarily going to turn the tide on her own when Rhaenyra now boasts such extensive firepower of her own.

Luckily, there’s more than one way to slay a dragon.

So when Viserys remarks how wonderful it will be for Luke and Aemond to rekindle their friendship through dragon training after all that unpleasantness…Otto is surprisingly all in favour, despite Alicent’s tearful protests.

But dutiful as Aemond usually is, when his grandfather is telling him to hide his rage at the bastard who maimed him and got a dragon as a reward…that’s easier said than done. Even if he’s simply biding his time as his grandfather counsels, winning Luke’s affection once more whilst lining up the knife that will ensure the survival of his family, and Luke has, after all, always been so very easy to befriend, to love…

And of course, whilst Aemond grapples with coping with his new disability, the pressure of feigning friendship with someone he hates (and, perhaps, reminding himself how much he does hate him), Luke isn’t the only one he has to convince. There’s new best buddy Rhaena who remembers exactly what happened on Driftmark without the cloud of Luke’s guilt, Grandma who keeps seeing more of Laenor in Luke no matter what common sense tells her…

And of course, his omnicidal, possessive predator of a dragon. Like recognises like, and Rhaenys doesn’t have a rolled-up newspaper big enough to stop the Cannibal from trying to see off this particular threat.

[under-the-aspen-tree]

A Moth To You (Chapter 5 - Needles and Swords) Aegon II Targaryen x (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count: 4.8k

You were well prepared to stew in your own scornful anger for at least a day when you awoke the next morning, muscles aching from hours of dragon riding and a bruised ego that matched the deep purple marks lining your wrist and shoulder.

Memories from the previous night hit you in regretful lashes that had you groaning and throwing your palms over your eyes, unsure if you were more furious with your uncle or yourself. For a year you had been away, learning and maturing and growing into what should have been a well-mannered young lady. How had one night of wine and a regretful presence turned you back into the pre-pubescent girl you had been years ago? Full of rage and pride. More so, what had possessed you into thinking you could overpower Aegon, in mind or in body? 

You had almost resigned yourself to your chambers out of shame and were about to ring your chamber bell to have breakfast brought to you, when you heard the ringing of steel echoing up through your window from the courtyard. Your eyes shot open at the sound, rolling so quickly you almost fell from your bed in a flailing of bedsheets and limbs.

Excitement coursed through you, filling the very marrow of your bones, and wiping the sour memories from your mind as you threw yourself to your vanity, combing and twisting your hair into something half decent and lacing the first dress your hands came to. It had been so long, so awfully long, since you heard the song of a sword, the groans and cheers from onlookers, the restful boasts of a winning hand. Not since your time in Winterfell had you awoken to the commotion and it had you whirling from your chambers without so much as a crumb of breakfast, a grin upon your face. 

You had always loved to watch the men of court train, from young lords to soldiers, the clash of steel or wood had the wind ripped from your lungs. In youth, you had always loathed your position in that you could not join them, but with time you had come to make do with watching on. It was a fascination that a person could move so swiftly yet yield such power, that a step one way and a swing from the other could be the difference between life and death. 

The courtyard was as you remembered, though near bone dry in the growing heat of late spring, and shadowed from the morning sun by the great stone walls and gates that surrounded the sparring square. When you came across the balcony, gasping for breath, you couldn't help but grin at the sight.  

Jace was far down below, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and the nape of his neck, frowning as he flexed his wrist, turning his sword in wide circles that glinted when it caught the sun. He was clearly taking a break, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him waving his sword around at an imaginary enemy. Luke, still training in strength and stance, had a stain of flushed red across his cheeks as he swung down upon a training dummy again and again, ripping straw and cotton from its body with every smack of his dull blade. 

There were a few other boys, gathered in clusters, about the square. Some were sparring with humour in their eyes, laughing at each other's blunders before landing with their backs in the dirt. Others hardened and serious, movements so slow they could be fighting in water as they perfected their stances and swings.  

And then there was Aemond. In truth, he was harder to miss than most. His long hair shone like spun silver, straight and prideful, laying like a veil about his shoulders. His eyepatch was nowhere to be seen, perhaps an inconvenience when one moved so quickly, and when he moved in a certain way, you could see a brilliant flash of blue from sapphire that rested where an eye should be. He had taken to the centre of the square, his remaining eye narrowed with determination and something close to amusement, and his lips were drawn into a tight smirk. He was winning. Even against Sir Criston Cole, swinging his Morningstar with the force and expertise of a battle-hardened man, Aemond was noticeably winning. It shocked you to realise that neither held faux weaponry, both of their tools holding the power to kill or main, and yet they seemed unbothered, making a dance out of avoiding steel or spike.  

You watched in awe as Aemond spun and circled, dodging blows with the agility of a cat, his hair fanning around him with every twist. Cole was more brutish with his moves. Though quick and fearless, he conducted himself with more aggression, his Morningstar an extension of his arm. Where Aemond was fast and slippery, Cole was coarse and terrifying. Something told you either one of them could kill in a heartbeat and, for some reason, it only made you feel even more alive, hanging yourself over the balcony with an elated grin. 

"Quite impressive, isn't it?" You almost jumped at the soft voice, hands slipping against the purchase they found in the stone, as you turned to the direction of the sound. 

Helaena stood beside you with the grace of the mother looking upon her. Her hair was blonder than her brothers', reminding you of the stories of straw spun into gold, and her almond eyes were almost of a pinkish purple, like the sunset in Pentos. If you thought she was beautiful last night, she was more akin to a goddess this morn, wearing a silky gown of dusty lavender that complimented her milky skin. 

Lost for words, a shade of awkwardness coming over you as you conversed with the girl for the first time in months, you dropped yourself into a light curtsy. "Aunt, it has been so long." 

Helaena's laugh was like the tinkling of a bell, soft and delicate, and you couldn't help but grin as the sound. It reminded you of the castle cats, of their ringing collars that sounded their merry presence and just how happy the girl had been at the sight of them in her youth. She had always possessed a natural affinity for animals. "Your travels must have surely changed you for you to be so ladylike." She giggled with a sweetness only she possessed.  

You smiled at her words, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "I seem to be taking my manners a little too seriously. It has been so long since I've attended court, I have nearly forgotten how to conduct myself," You admitted, still trying to keep a wide smile at bay as she looped an arm around yours and began to slowly walk, her skirt brushing your own in the breeze. It had been so long since you had walked together, you had almost forgotten what it felt like to be arm in arm. 

"I shall do my best to bring you up to speed with things, dear niece," She teased. 

"I would be most grateful." 

Though you had never been close with your uncles, you and Helaena had been practically attached at the hip in your youth. Both bearing the title of your mother's only daughter, you found yourselves spoiled rotten by those in the keep, often sneaking to the kitchens for handfuls of sweets or cakes without permission as the cook looked on with a wry smile. Summer afternoons were spent in the shade of apple trees, braiding one another's hair, or reading under the morning sun. Helaena would delight in the opportunity to tell you stories of butterflies with wings of a hundred colours, only found in remote areas across the narrow sea, and you would hum softly as you stretched in the grass, sketching her from your parchment. When she caught sight of your drawing, her cheeks would go as pink as her dresses, but you knew she loved the renderings. 

When you left for your travels, you both wept in one another's arms. She was closer to a sister than your aunt, and you were so worried that the time apart would leave you strangers. You could not have been happier to be wrong as she told you of the gossip at court, her eyes sparkling with an undercurrent of mischief when she brought up the pretty Hightower boy looking for a bride, or the lord from Riverrun with the voice of an angel. You hoped secretly, only minutes into speaking with her properly once again, that if she were courted, the lord would not take her far from home. You had truly missed what it felt to be a girl, having spent the past year being pushed towards eldest sons to be courted. There was something uniquely different about a friendship with a girl, innocent and sweet as summer berries. 

"-Oh, and of course everybody is delighted to have you home. Mother seems gentler than she did before, don't you think? And your brothers are certainly happy to have you back. Jacaerys has been talking of you for weeks now, ever since Rhaenyra spoke of bringing you back. I do believe he has missed having his sister around." 

You smiled in earnest at the compliment, turning towards where you could still see the boys training in the yard. "So, you have been speaking to my brother in my absence?" You wiggled your brows suggestively and Helaena went a soft pink, mouth dropping into a little circle before laughing. 

"He is my nephew, of course I would speak with him. Your brothers are all very kind." 

"Yes, yes," You laughed, only half mocking. It was a shame, truly, that Alicent had denied your mother's proposals of wedding your brother and aunt. They were the two kindest people you had ever come to know, and you were certain they would make a fine match together; Jace had always been gentle with the girl, perhaps even more so than he was with you. "However, I do believe your own brothers are not quite as fond of me." 

You held a twinkle of amusement in your eye, yet Helaena's smile tightened a little at your words. "Yes, they are quite stubborn, but both can be kind." 

You were forced to hold back a snort at that comment. Kind was certainly one word for your uncles, others being untrustworthy, cruel, bitter. When you looked up from the ground, watching your steps, you found Helaena's eyes on you. "You've spoken with them." 

It was not a question so much as a statement, even perhaps an accusation. You only realised now how low your dress fell on your shoulders, how short the sleeves were. You wondered if she had noticed the bruises. 

"I- Well, yes. Only Aegon," You sighed, turning forward once more to resume your walk. "It was my own idiocy, last night left me so angry. I thought that If I were to confront him, he would realise I am not a child to bully and belittle anymore." 

Helaena pursed her lips at your words, frowning her gentle brows as she squinted against the sunlight. "Aegon can be kind sometimes, but he has a mean streak that emerges more often than not." 

She sighed, looking downcast at her words as you began to descend a set of stairs. "You have been gone a while, we have all changed, but none more so than my brother." She gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure he will come around." 

You could do nothing more than hum at her words as you came upon a candlelit room that overlooked the gardens, golden light illuminating the sunstone from where it poured in lavishly. A Septa was already sitting with other girls of a similar age to yourself, and you suddenly wished you were back on the balcony, overlooking the boys. Helaena smiled as though sensing your distaste.  

"Come, sweet niece. I am sure you have let your studies go since leaving." 

She was not entirely wrong. You had promised your mother you would continue your lessons in your absence, but if you had accidentally misplaced your embroidery in a crack behind your chamber drawers, who could she have been to place judgement? 

A year apart from sewing had left you less experienced than you had believed yourself capable of. You were never as skilled as Helaena in youth, but now your attempts were pitiful. The Septa often looked over at your work with pinched lips, occasionally sighing as you slipped a stitch or wobbled on your lines where your aunts were perfect. Still, despite ending the day with sore thumbs and fingers full of scabs, you couldn't say you hated the time spent with Helaena, never failing to lift your spirits. 

"I hear you spent your afternoons with the other girls," Rhaenyra commented, a hint of a smile gracing her lips at supper. 

Thankfully, it seemed, your families did not take it upon themselves to dine together often, last night being a special occasion of sorts. You sat with just your brothers, mother, and Daemon around a comfortably sized dining table, nibbling on a slice of pie as servants brought out small dishes of meat, fruit, and bread. It was a comfortable affair. Taking a sip of your wine, you nodded with a smile. 

"Yes, Helaena caught me in the morning. It was fun." 

Daemon scoffed at your words, looking over at you with an impish smile and you were forced to look down at your meal, fighting a laugh. Your family had not, as it seemed, forgotten about your certain distaste for needles. 

"Your septa had other words for your work," Your mother said pointedly as Luke let out a cough that sounded an awful lot like a suppressed laugh. She shot him a look full of warning and he returned to his meal, snickering lightly. 

"I think we should all be glad she's making an effort with her duties," Daemon gave you look of utter amusement from over his meal. "She could still be running wild with a sword in hand." 

Jace guffawed at that, and you couldn’t help but giggle along as your face reddened, slapping your brother lightly on the shoulder. "You're only laughing because I was better than you." 

Your brother laughed through a mouthful of food, fighting to keep it down as he spluttered. Rhaenyra shot the both of you a rather disappointed look as Jace poured his glass down his throat, beginning to cough, and you burst into laughter at the sight of him.  

When Jace had finally settled back down, slightly red in the face, he turned to you as though nothing had happened, only eliciting further giggles as you attempted to quiet yourself, ever aware of your mother's eye. "I'd like to see you try now." 

"Ohh and what would you do? Swing it rather threateningly my way?" 

Jace scrunched his nose, yet it was now Luke's turn to cackle at his brother. "You are a bit of a showoff in the yard, always throwing your sword around in case one of the ladies see you." He wiggled his brows and Jace shoved him away, though you could see the amusement there.

"I do not-!" 

"Boys," Your mother's voice was quiet but stern, and both immediately turned back to their plates in silence, still side eyeing one another. When Rhaenyra turned to conversation with Daemon, and he was sure she wouldn't overhear, Luke turned to his brother with eyes full of taunt. 

"Trying to show off to Helaen-" Luke's sing-song whisper was cut off with a strangled gasp as Jace's foot came into contact with his ankle, face scrunching into a glare. 

It was strange, you thought you would hate returning to Kingslanding, leaving your home and happiness behind in Pentos. You had never thought of your sweet aunt or the ring of steel in the morning, the laughter over the dining table nor the pointless bickering of your brothers. Your uncles may have been a stain on your days, but they could not take away moments like these.  

Kingslanding was decidedly better than you thought it to be. 

The night air was cool and refreshing as you made your way from dinner, arm looped through Jacaerys' as he escorted you to your bedchambers. Dinner was a smooth event, and you greatly enjoyed your first proper reunion with your family, especially as the first was spoiled by the memory of Aegon.  

"How are you finding it, being home again?" Jace spoke after a while of looping through corridor after corridor, sticking to the balconies so that you could look out over the grounds, dyed a deep blue in the darkness of night. 

"If you had asked me last night, I would say I would rather be anywhere but here," You replied, giving his arm a gentle squeeze and looking up at him with a smile. "But a good night's rest and time with my family has proved me wrong." 

Jace gave you an earnest smile, his eyes shining in the moonlight. You didn't know how you had gone so long apart from your brother, for now you couldn't imagine life without him. Even from childhood, you were both almost inseparable, only parting when he went to train, and you joined Helaena for study and play. He had defended your honour more than once, stood by your side through the death of Harwin Strong and Leanor Velaryon, keeping his composure so that you had a shoulder to cry upon. Born barely a year apart, you were almost twins, and despite you being the elder, he had always taken upon himself the role of 'big brother'. 

Jace paused for a moment, placing a soft hand upon your shoulder. "You have no idea how grateful I am to have you home, sweet sister."  

Your chin wobbled as your smile widened, shrugging off his hand and enveloping him into a hug. Your brother, your sweet brother who could do no harm, who only wished for the absolute best for all those around. You swore to yourself then, with your head pressed against his chest and your arms around him, that if you were to ever leave Kingslanding again, it would be by his side. 

The sound of somebody clearing their throat, a deep and gravelly noise, had you shifting to detach yourself from Jace, fearful you had interrupted someone else's roaming of the castle at such an hour. Though before you could look towards the origin of the sound, your brother stiffened beside you, removing one arm while keeping the other firm against your waist, almost protectively. 

"Nephew," You could have cursed the voice, for you intuitively knew who it belonged to. Looking from the dark fabric of Jace's tunic, you gazed upon the short white hair and pale lilac eyes of Aegon Targaryen, standing with his hands clasped behind his back and a wicked half smile upon his face. "Niece." 

You nodded your head, lips pursing as you attempted to separate yourself from your brother again, yet his grip remained firm. When you sneaked a glance up at him, his eyes were of unrelenting fire. 

"You have some nerve showing up here after the way you spoke of my sister last night." Jace's voice was firm and cold, authoritative in every sense, and yet Aegon looked on, unfazed, if not amused. 

"What? Simply walking the halls of my father's castle?" He looked about pointedly, raising his hand to gesture to the balcony beside you all. Yet another mockery, you were certain of it. Aegon had no need to be here, no need to interrupt. If he had not come to purposefully seek you out, he certainly hadn't shied away from making his presence known. 

"In our mothers halls?" Jace was unrelenting, a sneer taking form across his face. When you tried to whisper up to him, gentle pleads to let it go, he ignored you entirely, keeping his eyes upon your uncle. 

Aegon grunted, fighting a scowl, before rolling his shoulders slightly, shaking the look of resentment into something cooler, a mask of friendliness. 'He is more deceptive than the scorpion,' you thought, biting the inside of your cheek as tension rose in waves across the hallway. 'That assures the frog he will not sting him, should he only let him upon his back." 

"I only wished to apologise," Aegon said, holding out his palms in defense, and you had to bite back the frown that tugged at your features. The silver man stood still for a second, his lips twitching upwards into the smallest of smiles, though you noticed the malice behind those lovely eyes. "I was hoping to walk the Princess to her chambers, so that we may talk...

privately." 

Your blood ran cold at the suggestion, though you fought to keep the hesitation from gracing your features. Jacaerys' lip curled at the thought, yet he looked to you for the answer, ever the courteous gentleman. You nodded stiffly, smiling up at him, though you felt slightly sick. You hadn't quite let go of your fury from the night before, but even more so you were embarrassed. Embarrassed that Aegon had gotten the better of you so quickly, embarrassed that you had been forced to flee his chambers in tears.  

Your mother would have scolded you for this though, told you that a dragon never bows, nor relents, so you forced the shame to the back of your mind, saying a quiet 'thank you' to your brother as you stepped away. Aegon held out a gloved hand, and you looped your arm through his, feeling uncomfortably colder stood next to the man than you had done beside Jace. 

You could feel the presence of your brother behind you until you turned a corner, watching you until you were far out of eyesight, and it wasn't until Aegon was sure that Jace was far enough behind that he spoke. 

"Don't tell me you've been brought back to Kingslanding to marry him?"  

Your lip curled, and you had to force yourself to hold your head high and not smack the man about the arm at the suggestion, already fighting off the red that began to sweep up your neck. "If it were any of your business, Aegon, I'm sure you would know." 

He laughed lowly at your words, humorously, as you rounded another corner, coming across a long hallway of doors. Light glimmered faintly from beneath the boards, the soft sounds of the room's inhabitants readying themselves for bed. "So, you are? How disappointing that must be for you, though I'm sure someone of your station can never raise their expectations high." 

Openly scowling, you turned your head up to him as you continued your walk, afraid that if you stopped you would be sucked into an argument that neither of you would end. "No, actually. In fact, a better match seems to be brewing between Jacaerys and your sister." 

Yet again, Aegon remained unfazed by your words, simply looking onwards with those eyes of steel and violet. "They are both imbeciles so I am sure they would suit each other rather well." 

Your nails embedded themselves involuntarily into your palms at his words, forcing yourself to take deep breaths so as not to entirely lower yourself to his standards. 'He wants to get you mad', you reminded yourself. 'Don't give him what he wants.' 

So, you kept yourself cool, looking back out towards the rooms in front of you, sharp and cold as night. "I thought you wished to apologise for your behaviour, Aegon, not further lower your reputation in my eyes." 

"You truly thought I meant to apologise?" The humour in his voice was antagonising. "No, I just hoped to piss off that idiot brother of yours." 

You whipped around at that, pulling your arm from his as you finally made it to your door. Your hand was already upon the handle, ready to slam the heavy wood shut in his face should he further provoke you. 

"Why must you be so pointlessly cruel? I have not been back longer than a day and you seem intent on plaguing every decent interaction with your hateful presence." Your words were a hiss of steel as you regarded those playful eyes. Aegon merely smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth. 

"I thought we had this conversation last night," He leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head as he looked down upon you. You only straightened your spine, staring back with a hardened gaze. His lips were still turning upwards in a hint of a smile. "I don't like you." 

"Finally," You laughed, exasperated, already inching the door open. "Something we can both agree upon." 

In less than three seconds, you had whipped the door open, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut against the man, still looking upon you with glee. It was as though your words awoke something within him, something cruel and delightful, and you did not wish to find out what. With added force, you slid the bolt shut on your door with a jolting thud, effectively blocking him from attempting to enter, and you could hear his muffled laugh at your gesture as you leaned against the wood with a sigh. 

It was long after his footsteps faded into the distance that you were finally able bring yourself to sleep. 

[chloe-spade]

Thorned Love Chapter 4: Tale as old as Time

Vil grumbled as Leona took another chess piece from Vil's side. They were back in the library and Vil found an old chess set that Leona owned as a kid, so for old good time sake, Leona challenged Vil to a game. Leona, as he boasted previously, has been winning, which made Vil determined to win at least one game.

"I never thought that you would be this good at chess," Vil muttered.

"As I said, I played for so long, Princess, and all that chess means I've become an expert at this sport. Especially when you are often alone with maids and servants while your parents tend to fawn over Falena almost all day everyday."

"All day?" Vil asked, "How unforunate."

"I'm used to it now. Rook was typically my partner for these events and he, through all of his annoying snick, has been someone I can call a friend, maybe."

Vil laughs, "Rook and I have been friends since we met at the village at a younger age. I didn't know his parents worked at the palace, and he never spoke of it to me. I just thought they were so busy."

"Understandable, Rook's parents were the Royal Hunters of the palace. That's why Rook's here ever so often," Leona yawned.

"Getting sleepy, kitten? You might lose if you fall asleep," Vil teased.

"Never."

Leona looks at Vil, "What about you and your brother? You two seem close, but that's what I heard from Rook."

"Yeah, very…" Vil sighs, "I just miss him that's all. I know Epel is very strong and he can take care of himself, but as an older brother, I can't help but worry about him and my father. I have never been away from them for so long and then there's Alderic,"

"Who…"

"Some stupid prick who believes that just because he's attractive, he deserves so much, like marry me."

"Marry? Is he that bad of a prick?"

"Yes! He went up to my door and proclaimed that since I was beautiful, or more specifically the only beautiful person in my entire village, I am the only person he would marry. It's stupid and absurd and he's so self-centered that he thinks that I would fawn over him," Vil ranted, "not after what he said to my brother, I will never touch that man, and his disgusting face."

Leona's ears twitched as Vil ranted, his eyes slightly looking up at him. Vil noticed how Leona's tail was swaying back and forth as he huffed softly, but he chose not to acknowledge it.

"If it were me, I would've sent him to the dungeon."

"That would be heavenly," Vil grins, "seeing him trapped and sob that he doesn't deserve this," Vil mocked with a laugh.

"I can see that now. But now I'm curious, what did that bastard say to your brother."

Vil stayed silent before taking the king and the queen in his hands, staring at them. He puts the queen down as he begins to speak.

"I never told anyone else this after what happened. My father told me this when I was about 8 years old, after that incident."

"And why tell me? Your captor?"

"Because, unlike the people of the village, you actually listen to what I said or just take your time out of your day to hang out with me. You've become someone I can trust, along with the others here. I don't feel like a freak here."

"Again, you are talking to a beast, so if anyone's a freak, it'd be me."

Vil lets out a chuckle before starting the story.

🥀

Vil's mother, Lorelei, was well known for her beauty. Oliver always said that Vil got his features from his mother when he turned 18, which was not surprising from the portraits he saw of her as a child.

Many fawned over Lorelei, mostly for her beauty. She adores the attention, though she was never vain about it. She was married to Oliver and had Vil. This was the time when Oliver's inventions became more well-known and was commissioned to make new inventions for the country of France, which meant Oliver was traveling more often. Vil was only 2 years old when Oliver began his traveling, so he didn't remember much and due to his young mind, he never figured out how miserable Lorelei became after Oliver's many departures.

Lorelei never showed it but it was clear to the town that she was miserable.

It did not help matters that many people would start to believe that those "commissions" were ways to get away from his family and to be with another woman, due to claims that Oliver is a crummy inventor and that no one would ever commission that cooky man.

One day, a traveling merchant came over and began selling local apples from Germany. Lorelei and the merchant talked often, mainly about his region and reminiscing about old German cultures. It has unfortunately become a small-time affair, only for a week before the merchant left to travel once more, not returning.

After Oliver's return, Lorelei has fallen pregnant. Due to Oliver's return, the town had assumed that it was a child of Oliver's. That was until the child, now named Epel was born. The town talked about the new child and reminded them of the merchant who traveled there. But no one has spoken up about it due to some believing it to be cruel rumors about Lorelei.

Lorelei tried to laugh them off. But deep down, she was becoming guilty and resentful towards her new son. With all the rumors surrounding them and with Oliver being the type that figured out lies and deceptions, she knew she would get caught and lose the happy life she worked so hard for.

After a few months of this, Oliver took note of the rumors and asked Lorelei about them, mostly to keep his headspace clear after months of inventing and falling unconscious. She denies these allegations, which helps Oliver, but afterward, he notices her dodgy attitude towards him and Epel.

But Oliver couldn't continue his investigation without the fear of her leaving their children, angry at his snooping.

One day, as if the gods planned it, a note was sent while Lorelei was out with both Vil and Epel. Oliver received the letter and read it, shocked at what he had read.

It was a note from an unknown merchant, who wrote that he misses Lorelei and her soft lips and how he daydreams of her whenever he is not occupied with his work. He planned to visit her again once he had to best travel requirements.

Oliver was of course upset and confronted his wife, ashamed of her actions and how could she do that not to Oliver, but to Vil and the new baby.

Lorelei tried to deny it, even though she was slowly becoming panicky. Then she accused Oliver of meeting with the other women while he was on his travels, which Oliver stammered about. They started to argue afterward, leaving Vil to hide with Epel in his room, trying to protect him, it was one of the memories Vil still has of the event.

Night fell and Lorelei was sleeping on the couch after the argument, but the cries of Epel were waking her up every single time. It was driving her insane, but she tried to ignore it, hoping Oliver would've dealt with it, which he had done for the majority of the night, but he was so tired that he slept through the newest cry.

Lorelei was blank as she walked towards Epel's crib, her sleeping pillow gripped tightly in her hands as she raised the pillow up and towards Epel.

The saving grace was when Vil noticed and unknowingly stopped her. Which made Lorelei retreat for the night.

The next moment, Vil asked Oliver if it was normal for Lorelei to raise a pillow over Epel at night, which caught Oliver off guard, and he rushed into Epel's room to witness the same that Vil had described. Oliver took her away, demanding what she was doing. Lorelei's screams of how Epel ruined her happy life always repeated in Vil's head, and how she was trying to set things right, after Oliver's disgusting cheating, but everyone in the town knows it was her.

Lorelei's sobs and screams attract the attention of villagers and tell the works of a nearby asylum about a crazed woman who is about to murder her child. The asylum offered to take her away from Oliver. But Oliver refused until Lorelei spewed more hatred against him and Epel as if her words were now daggers as she stabbed Oliver's heart with her words.

The beautiful and thoughtful woman in town has become ugly and vile to everyone in the town.

🥀

"Since that night I never saw her again. I was allowed visitation but I humbly refused as the asylum scared even to this day. That's why, even now, I fear for Epel's safety. Who knows if that damned escape or not…I wish I knew."

Vil looked back and saw the most concerned look on Leona's face, which looking at it more, was more mortified than concerned. Leona's eyes were slit at the story and his tail was frozen solid.

"…what?"

The Lion was too baffled to speak, as his hand holding the chess piece did not move an inch. Leona has become a statue of bafflement, which Vil was debating on soothing or laughing at him. But Vil carefully took the chess piece and with a smirk on his face, said:

"Checkmate."

🥀

Epel was trying to keep a smile as days went by and has continued to tend to his father as he always did. But with new sets of bouquets by Epel's doorway with stupid and disgusting poems attached to them made him sick to his stomach. It was hard to keep it from strangers, his father, and even Jack, someone Epel actually trusts with his life if needed, which made Epel feel guilty.

It made Epel bake for the majority of his morning, trying to see if he could avoid Alderic or even Cederic walking up to his cottage. It was making him so anxious that he wasn't paying attention to the pie that was still in his hands.

"Careful," Jack spoke up, taking the pie from Epel, "if you stand there long enough, you might as well hallucinate."

Epel quickly looks back and gulps, "S-sorry, I just…having some thoughts."

"About?"

"It's nothing," Epel answered, "I should rest up more."

"Epel," Jack took his hand, "I know something is wrong. What happened last week? Is it because of Vil being gone or because of Alderic? With you being distracted and jumpy, I would assume it's Alderic. What did he do?"

Epel gulped and looked up at Jack.

"I don't need to explain myself," Epel huffed, "It's not any of your business. And I do not need help…"

"Epel, I get it. You don't want to seem weak but you need to tell me what happened. Alderic may be a force to be reckon with but you can't deal with him alone." Jack reassured, "You have me remember?"

"I know I do! But with that asshole thinking that he can control me and that if I marry him, Father won't be stuck in a stupid asylum! And I can't object because I know it's something that Vil would do but I'm scared."

"Marry…Alderic?" Jack repeated.

"He threatened me! And I would rather marry someone else than that stupid, narcissistic ass!" Epel ranted, "If I was given a choice, I would-"

"Epel!"

Epel looks at Jack and huffs.

"Let me recall what you just said to me," Jack started, "Alderic is forcing you to marry him so he wouldn't take Oliver to an asylum. Am I correct in that assumption?"

"Yes, that's true," Epel admitted, "and because Vil isn't around for Alderic to bother. And I hate that I know if this doesn't happen, not only I lose Vil, but Father as well. I hate being weak!"

Jack took Epel in a hug, trying to calm Epel down.

"You aren't weak, Epel," Jack acknowledged, "you are the strongest person I know. I wish he would just leave you alone, you and Vil."

"Thanks, Jack," Epel sighs.

Epel moves away from Jack, face blushing. He quickly took the pie and started to wrap and store it for later, trying to look out for Alderic once again. Jack sighs, as even he wouldn't calm Epel's nerves.

"Who would you marry if it wasn't Alderic?" Jack joked.

"That's private information," Epel smiles.

"I should've know," Jack laughs, "but I know it isn't Alderic."

"We both damn know I would never marry Alderic or even Cedric," Epel gagged, "Ew. I would..marry someone who has always been there for me. Though the thought of marriage is gross enough with the expectations. I wouldn't even imagining marrying someone."

"Then, what if I said that I want to marry you?"

Epel looked over at Jack and felt his face heat up. It didn't help the situation that he was pinned to his counter, and Jack looked so flustered with his question.

"Well, if you said that…would you be surprised if I would say yes?" Epel gulped.

Jack's ears perked and his tail wagged slightly as he carefully put his hand on Epel's cheek.

"What…would happen if I kissed you?"

"I would just say do it."

Jack hesitated, still nervous. Epel huffed and pulled Jack by his collar and kissed him, surprising Jack. But it felt like Epel was finally able to get his mind at ease, especially with Jack's arms around him, promising protection which was something Epel longed for. He didn't even acknowledge the noise outside of the cottage, just focusing on Jack.

"I…wow," Jack chuckles as he pulls away.

"You hesitated," Epel teased.

"Sorry about that.."

🥀

"We still need them together," Rook moped towards Trey, "They have tried everything and they've seen them getting along, but we need something more. More, like getting them in a secluded location with a romantic flare!"

"Romantic flare? Perhaps you have ideas?" Trey asked, "Rook, you have to remember, I am not the romantic type."

"You are married, Chaviler of Roses," Rook grins, "with a beautiful boy, no less."

"I did small stuff, sure, but Jade ultimately made the move. I have no idea what I did to create romantic feelings but it must be something, like a mutual connection, it just happens, Rook." Trey explained. "They have a mutual connection, Rook, the most likely step is to set up a date. A place where all the romantic stuff can happen slowly but surely. Something that maybe should be approved by Leona firsthand."

"Ah, of course. Roi de Lion can be such a hackle when it comes to family events. Balls…wait! A personal ball. No one else but him and Roi de Poison." Rook grins, "that's perfect! Let me go to Roi de Lion!"

"Rook! And he's gone. I swear once romance enters his head, he does not let go of it."

"What did you expect?" Floyd spoke up, startling Trey, "Seagull loves romantic endeavors. I mean, he did set you and Jade together after all, so I believe he can get that date going."

"I know," Trey sighs.

Floyd smirks and takes a pastry from Trey's plate and takes a bite, eating with victory.

"No, you will not give some to Johnnie, we both know that'll spoil his dinner, and I don't want that for my son." Trey spoke without speaking up from chopping the vegetables.

"You are no fun."

🥀

"A ball?" Leona spoke up, "That's too sudden and big. No way."

"Roi de Leon, I understand, but I know Roi de Poison and I know he'll enjoy such a romantic gesture and he often reads of those in books and I think we all know this will be perfect for him. He adored those as a child, and I remember speaking of those times quite fondly when he grabbed a book from the library."

"Look, I just don't want to seem forward," Leona stated, "If he found out why I am seeking his love, I don't think I would've forgiven myself, he'll think I'm using him to save myself, but…"

"I'm surprised," Falena spoke up, "but I see this as a big chance for you, Leona. These past few weeks, you and Vil have gotten along splendidly, and this can be the greatest gesture of love you can ever give someone."

Leona thought for a moment and sat down on the bed. Imagining a grand ball was already making Leona feel nervous, but considering it was only him and Vil..it made him even more nervous. He didn't even consider doing balls mainly because what was the point? Now, he has a point, but how will he go with it?

"I need time." Leona spoke up, "If I were to plan, what should I start? How should I start?"

"Oh, I have a few things up my sleeves," Rook chuckled.

"Oh boy."

🥀

Vil came back from his bath to see an envelope in his drawer by his bed. It was placed neatly and sealed with the royal seal of the land.

Strange, but it could be a way for Leona to communicate if Vil was busy with something, something that they had discussed previously. Vil took the envelope, carefully opened it, took the letter out of it, and began to read it.

Dear Vil,

I hereby declare that I will be hosting a small event and I request your presence. Be dressed in formal clothing as this is a formal occasion and be there at 7:15.

Vil smiles and puts the letter down. Never thought he'd be invited to a fancy ball, though it was odd and he was living within the castle that gave him the invite, but he thought it was sweet nonetheless.

🥀

Vil stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his gloves and necklace. It was the night of the royal ball, and Vil was excited but nervous at the same time. He had never been to a ball before, and he wanted to make a good impression.

He wore a purple dress with golden accents with a white gloves, paired with a small golden bow at the back of his hair and golden shoes. His hair was braided, and he had a hint of perfume on his neck. He, of course, added makeup to his look, he felt empty without it.

He also had a set of golden jewelry, courtesy of Jade. Matching necklace and earrings helped finalize his appearance.

Vil took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror once more. He knew that his brother, Epel, would have teased him for spending so much time getting ready, but Vil wanted to look his best.

As he made his way to the ballroom, Vil couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. He felt like he didn't belong. But he pushed those thoughts aside and reminded himself that he was there to have fun and enjoy the night.

As soon as Vil entered the ballroom, he was greeted by the sound of music. The room was decorated with beautiful flowers, and there was a grand staircase leading down to the ballroom dance floor.

Vil took a deep breath and made his way to the dance floor. He looked around, trying to find someone to dance with. His eyes met with Leona's, who was standing by the refreshment table.

Seeing Leona nice and clean made Vil want to laugh, but he didn't. He was just staring, at how handsome Leona is, with the blue suit with golden accents. He saw not a beast, but an actual prince, a prince he wanted to dance with.

"Would you like to dance?" Vil asked, trying to hide his nerves.

Leona smiled and took Vil's hand, leading him to the dance floor. As they swayed to the music, Vil felt his nerves melt away. He looked around the ballroom, taking in the sights and sounds of the night.

The music made things even better for them.

"We need something," Rook realizes, "To set a better mood."

"Like what exactly?" Trey questioned, "They looked happy enough. What else do we need?"

"A song," Rook hummed, "something that they can dance to, and what can describe their beautiful relationship."

"But you know that I hate singing," Trey spoke up, "especially with the romantic energy that's here."

Jade and Floyd came out from the kitchen, holding a new plate of food for dinner. Trey and Rook looked at each other and back at Jade and knew who to ask.

"Monsior Mastermind," Rook called over, "we need you to do a small favor for us."

"What for?" Jade asked.

"We need you to sing for this lovely event," Rook announced with a smile.

"No."

"Come on, Jade! Sing something for us," Floyd urged, nudging him playfully.

"I don't know," Jade sighs, "I'm not comfortable singing in front of people," Jade pointed out.

"Oh, come on, you have an amazing voice! I know you can do it," Trey grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"And it'll be amazing for this beautiful for tonight," Rook added, "and your voice will do perfectly."

After a few moments of hesitation, Jade finally gave in and decided to sing a song.

🥀

Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends

Unexpectedly

Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

🥀

"You are such a good dancer," Vil laughs, "have you ever dance before?"

"Not as often as I like," Leona whispered, "but I never danced with the intent of actually dance with a person. I mean the last time I danced was when I was young. How about you?"

Vil looks up and holds his hands. "Well, I never danced before."

"That explains your nervous movement," Leona joked.

"Hey," Vil pouted, "no one has ever asked me to dance with them, nor invited me to a royal ball. Remember, I was the black sheep of my town, despite being fawned over by that same exact town. I refused to wed to Alderic, which everyone wanted, and now I'm here. Dancing with you, even thiugh I never danced in my life."

"That's a dream come."

Vil felt his face blush as he thought about it.

"Yeah," Vil grinned, "It's most definitely a dream come true,"

The duo gazed at each other as they swayed on the dance floor, and the music boomed around them, making them feel alone in the ballroom.

🥀

Ever just the same

Ever a surprise

Ever as before

And ever just as sure

As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time

Tune as old as song

Bittersweet and strange

Finding you can change

Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

🥀

They continued dancing, lost in their thoughts and feelings. Leona felt like he was on top of the world, dancing with the person he loved.

As the song ended, they pulled away from each other, smiling shyly. They both knew that their relationship was just beginning, but they were excited about what the future held.

They took a bow.

"I heard the stars are beautiful this time of year," Leona spoke, holding his arm out for Vil.

"You don't mind showing me, dear kitten?"

Vil takes Leona's arm and they walk into the balcony, watching the stars above them. They walked over and sat down by the stone bench, watching the stars.

"It's so beautiful out here," Vil gasps, "makes me think of home."

Leona looks back and looks back at the stars again. "I can understand why. Makes me think of my old home as well."

"Why did you leave?"

"I…I felt invisible in my own family," Leona explained, "Sure, I'd have my fair share of achievements but they were almost nothing compared to Falena's. I mean, he got married and has a kid now, while I got transformed into a beast. Seems more funny if it wasn't also unfair."

"Not really," Vil sighs, "but hanging out with you these past months made me see that you are just someone who just needs someone…to sympathize with, to talk to. Have similar hobbies and conversations."

"Would that also applied to you?"

"You won't tell on me, would you?"

Leona laughs and looks away for a moment before sighing.

"I got a gift for you," Leona spoke up, "something for you."

Leona coughed before handing Vil a beautiful silver mirror, embroidered with roses and thorns. The glass felt like it was made of pure crystal, especially as it was reflecting both him and Leona. He didn't want to touch it but it was so beautiful that he had to, even for a small while.

"It's beautiful," Vil muttered, "I mean, it's extremely beautiful. How.."

"I found it along with the rose. Like the rose, it has magical properties, one that I only dabbled in. But it can show the person you wish to see, even from the confines of the castle."

"…uh," Vil stammered a little, before looking at the mirror and said, "Show me my father."

The mirror swirled in a green mist. The image of his father sleeping in a bed made Vil feel relief, seeing him safe in the cottage. However, he felt something was off, due to the noise of horses and people cheering in the mirror.

"…what is that?"

"A celebration of sorts?" Leona questioned, "though, it seems off."

"..Maybe it's Epel?"

As soon as Epel was mentioned, the mirror began to swirl and show a new sight. The sight of Epel in front of his house, with Alderic of all people, surprisingly all dressed up, with flowers and lights making up a scenery.

"What's…" Vil was speechless, worried for his younger brother.

"….I'm only doing this for my father," he heard Epel speak, "if you weren't threatening his life, I wouldn't even be here."

"Aw, don't be like that," Alderic grinned, "you are marrying me, after all, a natural treasure."

"Marry!?" Vil almost screamed.

"What did he do?" Leona asked, also annoyed.

"Something about my father…I knew Alderic would stoop this low! Forcing marriage…" Vil got up and looked at Leona, "I have to go. I have to save my brother, and I know this breaks our agreement but Epel's…"

"Then go," Leona spoke up, "You have a family to save, and it's better to be over there than to be trapped in this.."

"Don't." Vil hissed, "I am not leaving for long." Vil takes Leona's hand and looks up at him, " I promise that I will be back, with Father and Epel too. You have become someone I can consider a friend and maybe…" Vil gulped, "I'll be back, ok?"

Leona smiles and nods his head at Vil.

"Go, don't let me stop you."

Vil begins to walk away but he looks back with a look that says "I promise," before bolting out of the balcony and onto the staples and taking Appletart. He jumped onto her and looked back at the castle, within the silence, he could hear Leona once again.

🥀

No spell has been broken

No words have been spoken

No point anymore if he can't love me

No hope she would do so

No dream to pursue, so

I looked at myself, despise all the things I see

For I know that she

Cannot set me free

Let the world be done with me

🥀

Vil was saddened at Leona's hope fading as he began to ride away. He knew he had to go but he knew why he wanted to stay. His heart was telling him to, telling him to scream his love to Leona before he left, but his throat squeezed when he thought of trying.

But knowing his time at the castle made him happy.

🥀

There's been a change in me

A kind of moving on

Though what I used to be

I still depend upon

For now, I realize

That good can come from bad

That may not make me wise

But oh it makes me glad

And I, I never thought I'd leave behind

My childhood dreams

But I don't mind

For now, I love the world I see

No change of heart

A change in me

🥀

He thought of the days he and Leona either played chess, played in the snow for the kids or just comfortably read by the fireplace for hours on end or until they passed and cuddled against each other afterward.

He thought he couldn't love someone like Leona, but with just time, he didn't see a beast, no. A prince who needed compassion and love in his life.

Vil knew that now.

🥀

For in my dark despair

I slowly understood

My perfect world out there

Had disappeared for good

But in it's place I feel

A truer life begin

And it's so good and real

It must come from within

🥀

Vil knew he had a reason to come back, even just for a small moment, a moment he never wanted to end, a moment that made him feel what love was. Not just the meaning from the books he reads, but from the love he felt by just being with Leona, and the many things that they had done for the past months.

🥀

And I, I never thought I'd leave bеhind

My childhood dreams

But I don't mind

I'm where and who I want to be

No change of heart

A change in me

No change of heart

A change in me

🥀

Vil loves Leona, and he knows that Leona loves him back.

In that moment as he saw an opening to his town, Vil knew. Vil knew why he wanted to come back.

[tobiasdrake]

At long last, it's time. The siege has begun.

I'm going to bring this place crashing into the ocean. While on fire.

I hope you got everything out of your miserable unlife that you wanted, Aephorul. Because I remember exactly how I felt that day, and the blood hasn't left my eyes since.

Alright, team. This is it. You know what this is and you know what we're here to do. By the end of today, I want to be holding Aephorul's heart or the nearest desiccated organ left in his rotting skeleton of a body in my bare hand.

Erlina will be waiting for us in there. We're going straight through her and not even looking back.

Let's paint the sky red.

I shouldn't be surprised that Aephorul's idea of a locking mechanism is disgusting. I am, however, impressed with his commitment to the bit. Dude loves his fleshy shit.

Um. Hi? I don't think we've met. Yes, we are here to either liberate or butcher you. Please specify which of the two you would like to order.

One order of butchering coming right up.

*sigh*

You know, I'm starting to develop a love/hate relationship with alchemy. I love it when it's on our side and hate it when it's on theirs.

We don't have time for this.

Goodbye, some dude I've never heard of whose name is probably a Monkey Island reference.

...well. Fuck.

Sure would be nice if there was an alchemist in our midst who didn't abandon me like everyone else and could instead mix up more of that anti-psychic juice. But I guess we'll have to deal.

As tempting as your illusory robot flirtations are, I am currently fueled by far too much homicidal zeal to sleep. The adrenaline coursing through my veins won't let me.

YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE YOU BASTARD. Shut the fuck up.

...why....

...would that ever be a thing that is happening to me....

What could possibly have occurred in my journey that would result in this taking place? That last one was pretty decent, 7/10, but this is a solid 2. You need to up your psychedelic game, Aephorul because this acid trip just got a lot less convincing.

See? Like that. You dream-vision me into the Humble Boast and send me into the kitchen to see the chef, I expect to see fucking Garl at the cookpot. That would be a potent vision. I might even be inclined to forget how obviously fake it is because I just want to see him again so badly.

Instead, you give me a mole man. Great. Because that's something that's going to win me over and make me want to forget why I came here.

This is the shittiest predatory illusion I've ever been under the influence of. Hall of Illusions, I demand to speak with your manager.

THERE YOU ARE. You better listen the fuck up and listen good because I've got about a dozen--

Hey, wait a second. Serai, isn't this that other guy you wanted us to murder? I guess he transferred departments after finishing up with Repine, and now he has a new job. That he fucking sucks at.

You should believe her. We're kind of on a streak in the blood vengeance department.

By the way, body covered in eyes? Not a great choice. You've riddled yourself with vulnerable spots. You're basically giving her a whole mess of options for what to stab.

Yeah, just like that. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

That one looks like it hurt. I didn't think a face consisting solely of a gigantic eye wouldn't be capable of pulling off the "OH GOD MY TESTES" face but there it is.

He's trying so hard to save face and not look like he's fleeing for his life while whimpering because he just got stabbed in the junk.

Oh, you've got fanboys with glowsticks now. Yep, that'll do it. Sure to keep you safe. You've definitely--

Oh no, your useless trash goblins all died unexpectedly. It is a mystery.

By the way, you probably shouldn't have kept your eyes on me because--

AGAIN! I KNOW! Man, she's really got it out for you.

This is the most fun I've ever had filing a complaint.

The "I'm going to go get my big brother to beat you up" energy going on right now is amazing. Delivered in the smuggest possible tone.

The new bodyguards are nice, they look tougher than the last, but they don't exactly protect you from....

...that. They don't exactly protect you from that.

You gonna suck it up and take your-- and he's running again.

This wasn't quite what I was expecting when I stormed in here to commit a murder but honestly, I'm so glad I was here for this.

[ceojunho]

[ NA INWOO, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] — i’m pretty sure that was just JUNHO HWAN of  OLD MONEY that just passed by. the THIRTY year old FORTUNE 500 CEO has been a resident here in the upper east side for SIX YEARS.  they’re known for being DEDICATED & LOYAL, but i overheard someone mention they’re also ALOOF & SECRETIVE…considering they’re a LIBRA i think there might be some truth to it. but maybe that’s just because they’re always worried someone might find out about redacted.  something about them has always reminded me of THE SCENT OF VANILLA COLOGNE, A FURROWED BROW, LATE NIGHT DRIVES THROUGH THE CITY  but maybe that’s just because they like to COOK & WRITE in their free time

QUICK STATS

name: junho hwan

nickname(s): jun (by those closest to him)

gender: cis man

pronouns: he / him

age: 30

dob: october 13th 19993

pob: seoul, sk

orientation: bi-curious

social group: old money

APPEARANCE

height: 6'4 "

build: muscular

ethnicity: korean

eye colour: brown

hair colour: dark brown

notable features: big tall man

style: business wear

tattoos: n/a

piercings: n/s

PERSONALITY

positive traits: dedicated, loyal, level headed, intelligent, resourceful

negative traits: aloof, secretive, distance, workaholic,

likes: reading, cleaning, coffee in any form, cooking, his cat,  changing into something comfortable after work, 

dislikes: traffic, smoking, mushrooms, ketchup on fries, people who don’t like cats, 

CAREER & EDUCATION

current occupation: CEO of Advanced Tech (a subdivision of Hwan Enterprises)

past occupation(s): intern, manger, creative director

degree(s): masters degree in business & finance

BIOGRAPHY

tw: cheating, neglect, verbal abuse in the world of generational wealth where money controls everything, it’s easy to believe junho hwan has the world in the palm of his hand. born into one of the richest business families in south korea as the eldest son there was never a question that he was destined for success. but life was never as simple as it seemed on the surface, starting with the fact junho’s birth was the result of his father’s affair with a pretty secretary. not wanting the world to know his son was a bastard, his father and his wife paid for his birth mother’s silence, raising him as though he was their legitimate child, something junho believed he was for most of his life. he never understood his mother’s coldness towards him growing up, and why she seemed to always favour his younger siblings more than him, often ignoring junho, or holding him to higher standards than anyone else. her lack of motherly affection and seeming resentment towards him, always had him pushing himself to be the best he could be to win her praise, yet no matter how hard he tried in her eyes he always fell short. if it wasn’t for the kind nanny who treated him with such love and endearment, he’s not sure what kind of person he would have ended up as. yet there was always that noticeable distance in his family, how his mother insisted he were to study abroad during the school year, sending him away to prestigious private schools under the guise of ‘bettering his education’ while his siblings were kept close to home. what hadn’t been expected was just how much junho would thrive abroad, he was a star student and athlete, his shelves lined with his accolades. he even managed to get into an ivy league university in america without his family needing to pull any strings, simply on his merit alone. yet every summer when he returned home, there was still an undeniable tension in their house. his mother’s lack of interest in his life was obvious, going as far as minimizing his success in favour of boasting of his other siblings, creating a natural rift between them for a reason he could never understand. it wasn’t until he was twenty-four having just graduated from university that he finally had the courage to call her on her behaviour. resulting in an argument that finally revealed he wasn’t her son, but the son of his father’s old secretary, who was the same woman that nannied him as a child just so she could stay in his life. this realization had junho question the very foundations of his life and what he thought he knew. it explained his mother’s constant resentment and verbal abuse, he was the reminder of his father’s infidelity. yet this fact still didn’t excuse the neglect, he was a child who suffered at her hands for something he had no control over. at this time junho had tried to cut all contact with his parents, angry with them for keeping such a secret from him. but his father couldn’t let him go, junho had been raised from birth to be the next chairman one day, he was already moulded into the perfect leader. not wanting that to go to waste he instead offered to let junho live his life abroad, working at their american division as the ceo of advanced tech, a fortune 500 company and one of their most profitable conglomerates. he knows his father hopes that one day junho will forgive him and want to return back to korea to properly take over the hwan empire. but even after six years the wounds still feel to fresh, and he’s content living his life in new york.

HEADCANONS

Attended Boarding School in France & Switzerland 

Went to an Ivy League University in America 

Has a cat named mango 

He speaks fluent korean, english & french 

used to play volleyball and did taekwondo 

seems cold and aloof but is actually a bit of a dork 

has three younger siblings

WANTED CONNECTIONS

boarding school days - he attended a boarding school in France between the ages of 8-13 and a boarding school in Switzerland between 13-17. they could have met during these days and kept contact over the years, or  recently bumped into each other again as adults. 

university friends - he studied at an unspecified ivy league university, they could have shared a class, lived in the same dorm, or attended similar clubs 

first love - someone in he met either in university, or his late years at boarding school. one of the few people he’s ever had genuine feelings for.  it was fleeting, and went too fast. likely ended due to their lives going in different directions at the time. 

business connections - people he’s met schmoozing at events and through work. they’re friendly with each other, though may not know each other too closely. 

family secrets - someone who may know he’s the illegitimate son of the hwan empire back in south Korea. they could be old family friends, or just someone who keeps up with all of the gossip.

[lledron]

Sauron Mairon Halbrand y Alicent

I always make the joke that Sauron is Aule's daddy's boy and keep it canon. So I have an idea:

AU Where Sauron in human form ends up in Westeros and sees Yvanna. She is Yvanna, she is the wife of dad / Aule. She is mom. And mom is crying. And yes, I'm adding to the theory that Melkor's giant spider is from Lovecrath's universe, so crossovers are possible!

Sauron can't help. Here he is nobody and he has not recovered his powers. He is sickened by the mess, by the Targaryen traditions of marrying each other. Sauron notices that Mama is biting her nails. Mom should be happy and have trees. And mom should pay attention to it and be happy with those creepy trees with faces.

Alicent does not understand who gives her personalized jewelry with the theme of Mother and Maiden. She knows Sauron. "Hello my lady"

Sauron disguises himself as a cat to attend Alicent and Viserys' meetings. He is against Otto's plan, mom is fifteen years old. Fifteen fucking human years.

This can go two ways:

Sauron kills all the dragons because Alicent made a comment that while Syrax is beautiful she would never ride a dragon. Mom is afraid, now I have to protect her, be the man of the house because mom can't be married to another man who isn't dad.

Daemon boasts that he took Alicent's virginity and is killed by Sauron. Mom is from dad.

Sauron manages to find the equivalent of Aule in this world and cheats on the parents.

Alicent is very sure she is ready to have children after stopping Sauron from conquering Middle-earth.

Sauron takes the form of a child. More shenanigans to come, now he has everything he wants, for now.

Alicent and any poor man who is Aule in this universe, congratulations. Their son is a narcissistic sociopath who loves them with all his heart.

In another line, Alicent marries Viserys, but Mairon has not regained his power, so he cannot prevent his mother from being raped.

Sauron discovers that his siblings are nuisances, but they will give Mom more power. Mom is a goddess, a Valar, but also a 15-year-old girl.

So Sauron takes over Aegon, comforts Mum, tells Aegon he's a little shit worse than Curumo and Aegon's first word is shit.

Helena is born. And here she is different. Sauron hated Curumo for stealing Daddy's attention, but he respected Melian. He now has another sister, who is also a woman in a world of shit. But Heleana has magical potential, so he will teach her well. He will teach her to lie, to deceive, to put on makeup.

All of this happens while Sauron takes the form of a little boy so he can stay with the queen alone. Alicent hugs him and hugs from mom feel good. On one hand, Alicent recognizes that Mairon/Sauron has a connection. She loves him, she is his mother in all the universes. But her son is evil and she knows it. But he hasn't proven to be more evil than the other men.

Aemond is born and Sauron throws a tantrum. He doesn't want another brother and hates him as much as he hates Aegon for hogging Mom's attention. Then Daeron is born and Sauron screams because there is so much evil in the world! Criston Cole is horrible, but he makes mom happy. As long as he isn't platonic, Sauron will keep it. Suddenly, Sauron can shapeshift into a dragon. Since he hates Rhaenyra's bastards he plans to play a little prank at Laena's funeral. Nothing to go wrong. He just needs Aemond's help. Aemond claims a dragon and that dragon leads everyone to see Rhaenyra doing it with his uncle.

And shit breaks loose. Aemond is happy to have a dragon, the Velarions are angry, and Laenor calls for a duel against Daemon for his sister's honor.

Laenor wins and kills Daemon. Rhaenyra will go on trial for being an adulteress and Harwin will be her champion. Then Criston Cole kicks Harwin's ass. Heleana uses her magic to make Rhaenyra admit the truth about her bastards. Alicent rebukes Sauron because now there is a political mess and because his brother thought he had a dragon. "It was just a joke, mom, I didn't know it would go this far," she says with puppy dog eyes.

[zozo-01]

HAPPY SUPER WILD CARD WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!!

[insert cricket noises]

No one knows what I'm talking about? Alright good. Anywhoooo, me and @sri-rachaa have very strong opinions on which teams the Redacted Boys are a fan of, and in honour the NFL playoffs, why not see how our insufferable cowboy is doing.

CW: Mentions of Brighteyes, Darlin' and Lovely OCs (Bright uses they/them pronouns, the other two use she/her pronouns), yes Zohniyya and Rennie make a comeback cuz I said so, Give Monroe a warm welcome, Zo is a Bills fan, Vincent is a San Diego Chargers fan (fight me on that) and Sam is appropriately a Cowboys fan (tis his only flaw)

--

"You think bein' raised 'round Cowboys fans would make me ready to date one."

"Zo, I don't think there is any preparing to date those heathens."

The vampire and werewolf sat on the coach, watching the southern man boast about how his team will go to the SuperBowl, something that both have heard over the years. Never happens though.

Vincent stood up, if he had to hear any more boasting, he'll go back in time and let a shade rip him to bits.

"WE GET IT!" He bellowed, letting out years of frustration from years of playoff futility. "THE COWBOYS ARE IN THE GODDAMN PLAYOFF AND THEY'RE GONNA LOSE IN THE DIVISIONAL ROUND!"

Sam smirked and cackled. "Oh excuuuuuse me, I ain't takin' shit from a team that hasn't made the playoffs for the last 5 goddamn years!"

"IT HAS NOT BEEN FIVE YEARS!"

"THE LAST TIME THEY MADE THE PLAYOFFS, THEY WERE STILL THE SAN DIEGO CHARGERS."

The vampire prince let out a horrified gasp. "THEY STILL ARE, YOU BASTARD."

Zohniyya was amused by the grown men fighting. 'Bitch please, we all know the Bills gonna win this year... I hope.'

Rennie, Monroe and Fred walked into the room, confused over the numerous animals Sam and Vincent were fighting over. Monroe spoke up first. "What are these bozos fighting over now?"

Zohniyya sighed and walked up to them. "Football playoff shit, just ignore 'em."

They let out a puzzled look. "I don't know how you can keep these teams straight." Monroe turned to Rennie. "And like, how did you deal with this growing up? Do you even know what's going on?"

Rennie shrugged. "No not really, I just watched for the halftime shows. Although, I always thought the Eagles were cool."

Immediately, silence filled the room. Zohniyya had a look of pity on her face. "Oh Rennie, what have you done-" She was cut off by Sam and Vincent.

"THE EAGLES? RENNIE I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!!!"

"WHAT HE SAID LOVELY, THIS IS BETRAYAL!!!"

While the men were berating Rehna on her poor choice of team, Zo looked at the young progenies. "Y'all take Vinny and I take Sammy?" They nodded, understanding the assignemnt and zipped to drag Vincent away.

She came in between the brother and sister. "OK! I thinkkk she gets it now, baby." She rubbed her hands soothingly over him, effectively calming him down.

"Darlin'. The Eagles. You cannot be defendin' those damn birds."

"I ain't defendin' shit. Besides. there're worst teams she can like, pyaari."

Rennie piped up. "Yea! I like other teams too! Like the Patriots-"

"FUCKING BOSTON???"

[toomanylegos]

If one of your characters were to have a scene where they have a rival that they’re secretly crushing on, who would it be? How would it go?

If possible, choose someone other than David because we already know how that goes for him. (Kissing his rival after slamming him into a wall 👀)

The only other person I can think of for this situation is Shane, which makes sense cause we've kinda did something like that with him before. I also thought of Simon cause of the one time we did a hate-to-love thing with him and Jude. Silas might be good for this situation too, mostly because of his personality and how I see him viewing competition.

Okay, one at a time...

Shane

Shane is a bit of a bastard when it comes to going against somebody; we both know that. Of course, this depends on the version of Shane we go with as well, but I'm not gonna get into that for the sake of being concise.

OG Shane would be more likely to treat a rivalry as healthy competition -- depending on the rival. If the rival is a friend of his parents, he'd be more cold towards them and likely engage in Alice-level antics against them, sneakily of course. If the rival is not associated with his parents, he'd forgo the antics. In either case, he'd be his usual silent and observant self which can easily be mistaken as being aloof or giving a cold shoulder. In reality, he's just studying his rival -- seeing where their strengths and weaknesses lie; watching how they improve themselves and make up for their weaknesses; calculating how he can improve himself to match or better them.

The crush would start with admiration. He'd come to admire his rival in their skills (no matter how mundane they be) and maybe even acknowledge them verbally to ask about their skills so he can learn them too. This, obviously, leads to bonding and Shane becoming more open. Eventually, this closeness leads to a very big and very gay crisis. He'd likely try to maintain a professional distance between him and his rival; continue to act as if nothing has changed and like he totally isn't thinking about how they'd feel in his arms. All the while, he has become more distracted in his daily life -- being more clumsy and less careful about injuring himself.

Shane, the "perfect soldier" who towers over his siblings and is among the most skilled members of his family, is reduced to a clumsy giant with a blushing habit whenever he faces his crush.

Simon

Simon is like a worse version of David when it comes to developing a crush on a rival. He loves competition, but hates losing. Simon would talk himself up; boast in his rival's face and try his best to talk down or sneer at them for even attempting to be on his level. And when that rival beats him? Oh boy, does he explode with jealousy and fury. He'll taunt, tease, and jeer at his rival. His rival may think Simon will do anything to win -- except one thing: cheat. If there's one thing Simon hates, it's winning unfairly. It's the one thing he won't compromise on.

Heck, if Simon gets upset enough, he may even attack the rival! However, this may be avoided if said rival returns this animosity with kindness or a level of understanding.

Simon is the runner-up in his family -- a lost cause, a lap dog, a try hard, etc. He's used to losing in everything, so he tries to prove himself in anything. If his rival -- someone he would view as an automatic enemy -- were able to level with him, he'd panic and lash out in his confusion. He doesn't understand how someone who is clearly better than him would understand how he feels and why he behaves the way he does. After realizing that though, Simon would became quiet with contemplation -- no taunting or glaring (okay maybe some glaring) but deep thinking.

Of course, when Simon asks about his rivals traits/skills after he cools down, he merely wants more data so he can take his rival down. Simon would sooner die than admit his weak points that need polishing that he definitely doesn't need his rival's insight on.

A sort of normalcy and calm will settle between the two. Simon is still harsh and rude, but he's not violent or verbally abusive. One could even say he's tentative friends with his rival -- although he'd never admit it. The more they learn about each, the closer they become. Simon doesn't even realize he has a crush until he's hit with the urge to be held by his rival; to hold their hand; to run a hand tenderly over their arm; to kiss their alluring lips.

It destroys him.

His crisis is...not pretty. What would his parents think? He can't possibly feel that way towards his enemy! Right?

Simon would shrink back. He would stop being as friendly -- talk less with them, don't smile, don't take their advice, snap at them to keep them away. If the rival pushes for answers -- catches Simon at a time when they're alone -- Simon would get defensive. He'd refuse to explain; possibly even physically shrink into himself. He doesn't want his friend to hate him...

Simon would do one of two things: he'd run or he'd take a leap of faith.

Simon is a paper man who tries his best not to crumble, but emotions have never been his strong suit...so I can see him doing both -- he'd kiss, then run in a blind panic.

Too scared to see the consequences of his actions...

[enjomo-arch]

👫 uvu

RELATION HEADCANONS // GOL D. ROGER

♠  while  ace  was  a  kid,  i  don't  think  he  hated  roger  all  the  way.  i  don't  even  think  i  can  name  it  hate.  he  was  rather  frustrated  that  he  couldn't  find  out  anything  about  his  father  or  even  himself  because  any  answer  only  put  his  parent  in  an  unpleasant  light.  ace  did  believe  that  roger  is  not  actually  a  bad  person.  he  really  did,  that's  why  he  was  always  getting  so  angry  whenever  adults  would  call  his  family  as  devils.  however,  the  way  he  grew  up  and  how  he  himself  began  to  hate  the  fact  that  he  had  to  suffer  through  it,  i'm  more  than  sure  that  if  ace  and  roger  sat  down  and  talked,  most  of  the  deep  wounds  ace  carried  from  his  childhood  would  eventually  be  closed.  ace  essentially  feels  abandoned,  and  learning  that  roger  was  still  somewhere  out  here  but  not  reaching  him  would  make  him  spin  a  lil,  he  may  be  bitter  but  having  finally  had  the  opportunity  to  meet  his  own  biological  family  ?  something  ace  has  wanted  to  have  ever  since  he  could  remember  ?  it'd  definitely  start  to  mend  their  relationship  and  lead  it  on  the  right  path.  

♠  ace  is  competetive,  loves  a  challenge,  and  guess  that  this  is  something  he  could  boldly  inherit  from  his  father.  i'm  more  than  sure  that  whatever  roger  boasts  that  he  can  do  ace  would  interject  with  '  but  i'll  do  it  better  '  and  they  just  end  up  making  a  rush  /  competiton  of  stupid  shit.  while  at  the  beggining  it'd  frustrate  ace  because  he  wants  to  win  with  his  dad,  at  the  end  of  the  day,  deep  down  he'd  just  enjoy  the  activity  they  get  to  have  together.  whether  it's  butting  heads  or  other  funny  stuff,  he's  glad  he  can  feel  like  'other'  kids  and  experience  actual  family  bonding.

♠  the  moment  ace  learns  that  roger  named  him  after  his  sword  ?  he'd  think  this  is  the  most  badass  shit  ever  to  be  named  after  a  weapon,  especially  a  sword. 

♠  he  doesn't  even  want  to  imagine  what  would  happen  if  ace  started  telling  roger  about  his  brothers.  telling  him  everything  about  luffy,  what  happened  with  sabo  and  who  took  care  of  him  (  maybe  skip  the  bit  of  garp  beating  his  ass  up  when  he  was  10  lmfao  ).  he'd  be  soo  eager  as  he  always  is  to  talk  how  strong  luffy  is  and  what  dream  he  has  set  for  himself.  of  course,  roger  would  surely  notice  the  huge  tattoo  of  the  whitebeard  on  ace's  back  so  he'd  get  to  that  too  and  tell  the  whole  truth  about  how  edward  wanted  him  to  be  his  son  and  run  the  seas  under  his  name.  he'd  still  like  to  refer  to  edward  as  his  adoptive  father  though.  best  of  all  at  the  end,  ace  showing  roger  his  devil  fruit  powers  and  just  his  head  would  go  up  in  flames  in  front  of  him.  lowkey  hoping  to  scare  the  shit  out  of  roger  with  that,  or  even  start  panicking  that  it's  hot  and  he's  burning.  he'd  laugh  about  that  for  another  week  if  roger  would  actually  fall  for  that,  he's  a  little  bastard  after  all.

in  conclusion  i  feel  like  the  more  ace  gets  to  catch  up  his  time  with  roger  the  more  he'd  grow  out  of  his  grief  about  the  past.  ace  isn't  a  person  who  likes  to  live  by  what  happened,  but  move  forward  and  improve.  maybe  meeting  roger  is  also  the  answer  to  the  question  he  asked  garp  when  he  was  a  kid.  if  he  lived  long  enough  to  be  able  to  meet  his  family,  i  think  he'd  grow  to  understand  that  he  deserved  to  live  and  whatever  poison  was  planted  in  his  mouth  wears  off.

[toxinoire]

I.

Apollo couldn't believe his eyes.

He didn't really want to be here, and seeing this made him not want to be here even more.

Granted, he and Athena aren't the closest, but he'd prefer to hang with her (or Hermes and Dionysus) when Artemis isn't around.

A woman who he had always saw as invincible, laying on the ground as father strikes her over and over because his pride and ego was hurt.

By father.

Isn't Athena his favorite? Why is he doing this?

II.

Hephaestus always knew that Olympus, especially Zeus has major problems.

But the last thing he ever expected was Zeus striking down Athena. Athena, the smartest of all the land, Zeus's favorite daughter. And yet Zeus strikes her down because he lost a game? That's it?

Hephaestus feels sick.

III. and IV.

Ares and Aphrodite share a look. They're both thinking the same thing; Athena's down, because Zeus has too much pride.

Ares doesn't really get along with Athena, that much is true. But he can never imagine striking his children down because of a game lost. Father truly is insane.

Aphrodite, as the goddess of love, is pissed.

She's always assumed Zeus doesn't know how to love, but this just proved it to her.

Does she clash with Athena a lot? Yes. But to see Athena get hit by lightning by who she calls father over and over, all because of a game, is making her sick.

V.

Hera expected anger and yelling, but this? She did not expect this.

Athena--her husband's favorite daughter, the smartest in all the land--is down on the ground.

Zeus.

That bastard.

She could see his face. The realization that he had just brutally beat the daughter he boasts to others.

Hera can only hope he gains a few new insights, but she doubts it.

She can only hope that Athena gets up. Athena has to.

VI.

The sparks of his lightning fade as he saw the sight of his daughter, his favorite daughter, helpless on the ground.

What...what did he do?

All he wanted to do was win.

Zeus can only stare as Athena pleads with all her might to let Odysseus go before losing consciousness.

Odysseus.

The man who knows more about his daughter than he does.

Zeus has never felt regrets. He never regrets anything he does, even if the outcome isn't so great.

But what he's feeling now is treading very close to regret.

simply cannot deal with the way the gods were looking at athena, lying bloody on the ground, or the look on zeus face when he realized what he had done athena, that felt lonely in her own family to the point of befriending two mortals athena, that saw the love odysseus holds for his son and how all encompassing it is struck down by her own father, because he couldn't handle losing a game

[bloodybonesnbruises]

   “Well how INTERESTING to find out the Pharaoh is into a lot of KINKY things~ seems that Valon isn’t that bad~ and oh, little Chi is still such a poor looser~”

   “Heh, AND I’M STILL THE WINNER!!~”

    inv @seethingrider @thekingofdoorsbitch @collectionofethics & @itsraiyninmuses

[randoimago]

Hello! Cute and funny thought:

Can I please request Theseus(annoying guy from Hades)dating Zagreus' sibling, and both

A) Theseus finds out his S/O is Zagreus' sibling, and B)A rather protective Zagreus finding out his sibling is the S/O Theseus keeps gloating about?

I hope this works :)

Zagreus Finding Out His Sibling is Theseus's S/O

FANDOM: Hades

Character(s): Theseus

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I love this request and I'm happy to write it!!

It wasn't until one day when Zagreus made it to the coliseum that he looked in the crowd and locked eyes with you. Theseus was going on and on about how he'll defeat him but Zagreus wasn't listening.

He made his way over, causing Theseus to scoff at Zagreus's rudeness before seeing who he was walking to. "Stay away from my lover, you fiend!" That caused Zagreus to pause as he saw your sheepish expression before looking to Theseus.

This arrogant bastard would always boast about "his lover" being there to give him affection to congratulate him on winning. Theseus always spoke about how Zagreus must be envious that Theseus has such happiness while he is doomed to nothing. And now he learns that this guy was talking about you this whole time? Zagreus's sister?!

"Yes well once I beat you, again might I add, I'll be taking my sibling back home." Zagreus fought back the smug grin at seeing Theseus stutter at that new information. Looks like he also had no idea. You have a lot of explaining to do, but before then, Zagreus is going to enjoy defeating your boyfriend.

[nebraska-is-a-myth]

So I’ve been watching older clip compilations of Erets pov during the start of the dream smp/l’manburg war and I love learning about Erets character. Because these clips show how much they have changed as a person. Like in these clips, Eret is the villain. He is a downright villain. They are re-iterating Dreams driving message of "no mercy" all while laughing in the faces of the people who were their family. Eret laughs at the crater and ruins of l'manburg, declares that "victory is sweet" and gorges on golden apples all while the remaining soldiers cower away in Tommy's bunker. When asked if she regrets it, she responds with "hell no" and even builds herself a makeshift throne while she listens to her former president and second in command cry out in surrender.

"I did everything and it wasn't enough, we weren't going to win so I left."

Eret doesn't act like someone who just lost hope, if Eret truly only switched sides because they thought l'manburg never stood a chance, why make a deal with dream. Why laugh in l’manburg faces, why boast about their victory and sit on a golden throne?

Sure lost hope was apart of all of this, but it wasn't the driving force

I also want to know why Dream promised him friendship, and why Eret makes a point to include it regularly in the terms of their deal.

Eret was surrounded by people who admired him in l'manburg. Tommy was the driving force of a lot of opinions in l'manburg because he liked to shout loud and clear about his opinions for everyone to listen. Tommy has always worn his emotions on his sleeve, ( We also see this later as he shouts directly at Eret about trust and how land and power wont get him anything. Even fundy goes on to say "he's mad, but not as mad as tommy." It's no wonder Eret seaked Tommy's approval most, because Tommy was the one who constantly told Eret how much it hurt.) - and Tommy had such positive opinions of Eret, he admired them so much, possibly on par with Wilbur. And they had a deep connection with Fundy too, which proved itself to be just a strong as they were the first to reconcile after the betrayal. Tubbo and Eret were often seen as brothers, and while Wilbur and Eret never explicitly spent much one on one time together, Wilbur did speak fondly of him. So why did dream offer Eret friendship if they already had so much of it? Could this have been the first signs of dreams manipulation? Who knows what c!Dream told c!Eret in that meeting that started it all. Even on the first days of Eret joining the server and l'manburg being founded, Dream seemed eager to get Eret on his side with public in game messages.

But it's not all down to Dream in these scenarios.

Eret built the majority of the l'manburg walls, even on the very first day of being welcomed into l’manburg Eret was put to work. Clearing out a hill, placing blocks, grinding for gear. And sure Eret gets thanks from Wilbur and compliments from Tommy, but past that first day nobody really gives Eret a second thought. Nobody looked at the l'manburg walls and remembered, "yeah Eret built those" They think "oh l'manburg built those '' but nobody views Eret as part of l'manburg so really, Eret was forgotten.

So there is an argument that Eret could have betrayed l'manburg because she wasn't being treated fairly/being recognized for her contributions. However, Wilbur and Tommy were so in awe of Eret, Tommy mostly, and put Eret on a massive pestle. So I do genuinely believe that Eret betrayed them for greed and power, as much as I want to pretend it was Dreams manipulation, while it may have played a part, Eret was also fully aware of what they were doing, and why they were doing it. Eret was power hungry and greedy and wanted status. Something she never would have gotten in l'manburg. And while she states it was “the merciful way out” for the remaining citizens, the statement itself is also a contradiction of those moments on the battlefield where Eret would chime in with the others shouting "no mercy".

"Eret your a traitor and a bastard" "oh I know"

"Eret I hate you alot" "Understandable"

[ Erets reactions to the people of lmanburg stating their dislike for him, only 11 days after the initial betrayal. ]

I really just want to see that one moment of regret that starts it all, where Eret thinks of his actions and wishes he could take it all back. Because there is no remorse on this final day, on the day of independence Eret believes it to be a victory. I want to see the moment, the sentence, the second of Erets first regret. Like what changed for this downright power hungry, vengeful, mistreated villain want to make amends for every bad thing they've ever done? Eret turns from this loud, prideful king, to a meak, regretful pawn. And I just wanna know man, I want to be able to see the full story played out in front of me and see every single feeling of doubt that leads Eret to wanting redemption.

TLDR: Gimme the fukin Vods Eret. This is a threat.