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waeziverse · 7 days ago

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Royal Punch (chapter 20)

Veronica was pissed. And for once, she was not good at hiding it in front of her employees.

One could hardly blame her as her arm was still hurting like hellfire. The expensive herbs had healed the broken bone, but the marks from the hippogriff would leave a nasty scar.

Veronica and her goons had found a tavern on the country road where they could keep low after the fight night fiasco. Inside the room Veronica had rented for herself, the gorgon sat on her bed and glared at Corny the Goblin and the oni twins Goz and Mez. Goz had an ice bag pressed against his forehead. Corny’s nose was still itchy after it had been broken and then healed too quickly.

The three goons were scared shitless as their boss had not bothered to put on her sunglasses and her snake hair studied the three of them.

“So…” Veronica drummed the edge of her bed while turning her glare towards Corny. “Where is Gon?”

Corny felt as if she was a babysitter who had lost a kid. “Um… Gon quit.”

“I see…” Veronica’s fingers tapped the edge of the bed so fast she could no longer keep the rhythm. “So not only did we lose the profits from the fights, not only did I still have to bribe the city guardsmen, not only did I lose the perfect location for the fights… I also lost my werewolf?”

Veronica widened her eyes, now glaring at Goz. The oni gulped as he dropped his bag of ice. He kept looking his boss straight in the eyes. He pissed his pants knowing what a gorgon's eyes could do but he dared not look away as that might make her even more pissed than she already was.

Veronica’s snakes hissed aggressively at the oni. “Goz, you promised me a bloodbath.”

“Bu-”

“I’m not even pissed that you lost. I’m pissed you went down like a little bitch in less than five seconds.”

“He tricked me, I didn’t think he was gonna punch me in the throat-”

“You didn’t think he was gonna punch you?”

“No, I mean-”

“What did you expect, a pillow fight?”

“Bu-”

"Goz..." Veronica's voice was calm yet sharp as a knife, making everyone in the room uneasy. "Why do you think that keeping you breathing would benefit me?"

"I... I don't know." Goz bit himself on the lower lip, he had answered without thinking. His brother Mez held his breath as he watched.

Veronica walked towards Goz while all the snakes attached to her head studied him. She patted him on the shoulder.

"You know..." Veronica placed a hand on Goz's chin. "My old boss, she taught me everything there is to know about the game. Like that a scared punk works harder than a dead one. Ya scared?"

Goz nodded.

"Well..." Veronica moved her hand from his chin to his and dug her nails into it. "She also let me get close enough to snuff her lights out! Maybe she wasn't that smart, eh?!"

Goz whimpered as cold sweat ran from his forehead.

He then screamed in pain as a small dagger was buried in his left eye.

Veronica took the little knife out of the oni’s eye-socket. “Fail me again, and it is the other eye. Capisce?”

“You half-blinded my brother!”

Veronica turned and looked at Mez the Oni who looked horrified. He had reached for his sword.

Veronica tilted her head, still with widened eyes. The veins around her temples started to bulge. “Is that going to be a problem? Really, I wanna know if I’m gonna have to deal with you or not.”

Mez didn’t even look angry. He was too scared to be angry. He had his fingers near the hilt of his blade… then he made a fist instead of going for the weapon. “No… No, boss. No problem.”

“Good to know.” Veronica put her shades on and left Gon who was still in pain while pressing a hand against the wound where his eye had once been. “Alright, tonight was a disaster... We are gonna have to move our operation somewhere else and cut our losses." She lowered her shades as she gave the three a final glare. "If any of you got a problem with that, then write a complaint and shove it up the ass of someone who actually cares. I’m going to get a drink, possibly some company. We will meet tomorrow at noon to discuss what comes next.”

As Veronica had left the room, her goons could breathe normally again and went to Gon to help him patch up his wound before trying to find a healer.

As Veronica had taken a seat at the bar of the tavern, everyone in the room stopped at what they were doing and looked at the gorgon. But after Veronica had placed a big bag of coins at the counter, everyone went back to what they were doing, if anything a bit anxious. The size of the bag meant she would be treated with respect instead of suspicion.

It didn’t matter if you were a one-eyed slimeball on fire. Money makes anyone suck up to you.

As Veronica was served a vodka and a half-elf sat next to her and tried to look more seductive than terrified, the gorgon groaned.

“Madam Xiuying was right.” She mumbled to herself. “Revenge is a sucker’s game.”

***

The only human who lived in Onyxville had just gotten on a boat. But as Kahaani the Human got on the boat, three humans got off it.

Amira carried two heavy suitcases. She blew at a lock of her dark-brown hair that had gotten in her eye. “This place looks like a dump.”

“Anything is better than the capital city.” Yìzé cracked his neck. Sailing always made him feel stuff like a wooden plank. “Let’s just hope that there aren’t too many orcs here.”

“Well, there are dwarves.” Gary the Human looked at two dwarf girls who had just been to the barber. Gary glared at them. “Damn traitors… there is only one thing I hate more than orcs, and that’s dwarves…”

***

Pyotr, or Pete as most called him, was a swan-type harpy at the age of fifteen. And he had been arrested.

Or maybe arrested was the wrong word… Well, he was being escorted by a very stern member of the city guard squad. A very large buffalo-type minotaur, so big that getting him a helmet the right size had been a problem. Heck, his leather cuirass looked like it was too small for his massive body. Perhaps that was why he was constantly in a bad mood.

Pete moaned. “I swear, mr officer, I haven’t done anything wro-”

“Shut it, kid.” The gruff ox-man named Bogo had his massive hand on the swan-boy’s shoulder as they marched toward his apartment. “You are lucky they only gave you an earful at the post office.”

“But-”

“Not to mention that I’m in a good mood.” Bogo said this while looking like he had been told that his birthday had been canceled. “Bet your mother won’t be too pleased, I recon.”

As the two creatures arrived at Pete’s apartment, Bogo knocked on the door. “If this ain’t your home, then I’m really gonna be cross. Attempting to steal mail is a very serious offense.”

“But-”

“Shut it.”

As the door was opened, a creature of the age of sixty appeared.

“Oh, that’s the last straw.” Bogo glared at the teen harpy. “You thought you could get away with not getting me to your apartment?”

“But I-”

“Shut it!”

Daisy looked at Pete, then at officer Bogo. “Sorry, what is happening here?”

Bogo nodded at the lady. “Ma’am, sorry for the disturbance. This little swindler was trying to-”

“Mamma, tell him he made a mistake!” Pete looked extremely embarrassed.

Bogo blinked. “Sorry, what did you call her?”

Daisy the Satyr adjusted the flower she had behind one of her massive horns. “Excuse me, what exactly has my son done, officer?”

The massive minotaur was at a loss for words. “Ah… Well, ma’am, your… son… you son has been caught in…” Bogo felt his cheeks get warmer as he looked at the harpy who was very annoyed and then looked at the satyr who glared at Bogo. “It’s like this… trying to take someone else’s mail is a criminal offense-”

“Yeah, I know.” Daisy nodded. “That’s why I gave him a written note with my personal stamp for when he went to the post office for me.”

“The dude at the post office looked you up in their card index when I gave them the note.” Pete pulled himself free from Bogo’s grip. “Since you couldn't possibly be my mother, she then called the guards on me.” Pete glared at Bogo. “I tried to tell this massive jerk that they made a mistake.”

Bogo wanted to say something but felt like he had messed up enough that he wouldn’t risk saying something ideotic.

“Pete, don’t call the guard a jerk.” Daisy wrapped an arm around her son, then whispered; “... To his face.”

Pete held his hand around his beak as he snickered.

Bogo coughed. “Ma’am, I’m very sorry. We just assumed-”

“Hey, it’s a common mistake to think I’m not his mom. After all…” The satyr nuzzled the feathers on Pete’s forehead. “I’m old enough to be his grandma.”

Pete giggled. “Mamma!”

“I will just… I’m awfully sorry.” Bogo nodded to Pete, looking as if he wanted to just crawl down a hole and hide. “Very much so. Good day.”

As Bogo left, Daisy and Pete went inside the apartment to have tea.

“He didn’t scare you, did he?” Daisy looked for the dried raisins that was her son’s favorite snack while Pete had taken a seat at the dinner table. “I could go to the city guard office and make a complaint-”

“Mamma, I’m fine.” Pete dipped the tip of his beak into his cup of tea. “It’s just annoying when it happens.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if your dad had gotten that new mailbox for us already.” Daisy groaned as she took a seat at the table as well and poured herself a cup. “But also, why leave a note at our door saying we got a letter instead of just leaving the damn letter at the door? Hot does THAT make sense?”

Pete shrugged. “Maybe the letter has money in it?”

“Kiddo, no one sends something that important by letter.”

Daisy was right that there wasn’t money in the letter.

However, this very letter could change the fate of the whole kingdom…

***

Pater the Human sat alone in his prison cell. The room was big, but he couldn’t walk around it due to the chains that kept him from walking any more than three meters from the wall the chains were attached to.

But he wasn’t bored since Mayari had smuggled him his favorite book. Pater had spent half an hour reading The Wraith of the Auditorium, thinking it was a shame that so many were not aware that it was a book before it became a musical. Especially since the musical barely scratched the tragic past of the Wraith.

Pater then heard the door to the dungeon creak. He quickly hid the book into the hole on the wall and hid the hole with a brick.

The unshaved human with unkempt hair looked towards the stairs… and was surprised by who had come to visit him. It wasn’t the guard who brought him his pathetic meal. It wasn’t the orc princess who came with the meal he actually ate.

Bathala, the orc king and the conqueror of the kingdom Nesredna crossed his legs as he sat in front of the former human king.

Pater respectfully lowered his head. “Your majesty.”

Bathala sighed. “We need to talk.”

END OF BOOK TWO…

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joyuries · 8 months ago

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MIDNIGHT FICTION

summary a late night spent between daisy and her lovers. ( wc : 1.5k )

cw for brief mentions of insomnia and homesickness

pairing ethan edwards + luke hughes x fem!oc daisy ahn

this one shot is very loosely based on ‘midnight fiction’ by illit, so please give it a listen while you read!

au masterlist | about daisy | about daisy + her lovers

october 23rd, 2022

daisy was restless. any attempt at sleep seemed to be futile, as she grabbed her phone and read the time as 1:29am. laying flat on her back against the mattress, daisy stared up at the ceiling upon the multitude of glow in the dark stars plastered on it — courtesy of david and yujin. she turns her head to the side, taking notice of the way her lovers are fast asleep next to her.

while she usually takes the centre of their snuggle, it’s luke who’s in the middle this time; as a result of feeling drained from a long day. she can’t blame him either — midterms are just around the corner — and that coupled with arduous practice days makes for an exhausted pair of boyfriends. ethan’s arm is draped over luke’s stomach as he sleeps on his back, the pair of them breathing in tandem as soft snores escape their lips. she’s not sure why it is she can’t fall asleep. when the boys are over, she’s usually one of the first to clock out, but it seems that it’s just one of those nights.

sleepless nights weren’t uncommon for daisy — her insomnia at an all time high since she’s been in michigan — but she’s been getting better at dealing with homesickness despite it. it’s gotten easier with luke and ethan around.

without waking her lovers up, daisy slips out of the covers; feeling fortunate she decided to let ethan have the wall side of her bed. she looks over her shoulder once as she quietly pads towards the door, ensuring the guys are still fast asleep before she slips out the door of her bedroom, quietly shutting it behind her.

as she stands in the hybrid between a kitchen and living room, she weighs her options out. she could finish up the physiology work she had due on monday, but she didn’t think her brain was cognitive enough to focus on schoolwork at this hour. she’d thought about calling sunghoon, but knew he was busy with work. yujin would definitely pick up if she called, but ultimately daisy discarded the idea of phoning someone at all — not really in the mood to talk over the phone at one in the morning.

realistically, the play is to attempt to go back to bed, but she’s already committed herself to finding methods to do that. she’d run out of melatonin and forgot to grab more, so that was out of the question.

which is what led to where daisy was now; sporting luke’s michigan hoodie as she hunched over the microwave, milk in her favourite mug spinning inside. warm milk and honey — or fairy milk, as her mother called it — was daisy’s go to sleep remedy back home, her mother making it on nights like these.

though, as she’s watching the mug spin, the soft hum of the microwave seems to distract her from the sound of her bedroom door opening again and footfall approaching her. she only snapped out of her stupor as she felt a pair of arms circle around her middle, pulling her into the broad chest of her perpetrator. it startled her briefly, but she seemed to calm after hearing luke’s drowsy voice.

“woke up ‘cause you weren’t in bed. can’t sleep?” despite the grogginess in his voice, his tone isn’t accusatory nor jaded. he’s simply making a statement. daisy melts into his hold, his warm body comforting as it encircles her and consumes her entirely. luke was no stranger to daisy’s sleeping problems; having known her for nearly a decade and then some. to him, loving daisy was as easy as breathing, and with ethan in the mix, he found that the three of them came naturally.

daisy could only nod, not trusting her voice as she turned to face him. “mm. yeah, ‘m sorry lukey, didn’t mean to wake you.” she murmurs, as luke cranes his head down to press a feather light kiss to the crown of daisy’s head, the hairs in that area becoming a little more disheveled than they already were. even if daisy wasn’t the most affectionate between the three of them, she always relished in the touch of her partners. “don’t sweat it, daf. only noticed when i woke up to get the water on your bedside table. what’re you making?” he asks.

“fairy milk.” she answered, as luke hums in understanding. pulling away for a brief moment, he lets daisy take the now steaming mug out of the microwave, watching with endearment as she uses the sleeves of his sweater to shield her hands away from the biting heat of the porcelain mug, placing it on the counter as she adds the honey and vanilla into it. the pair of them move to the kitchen table, sitting across from one another whilst daisy mixes her concoction. she watches as luke sits in front of her, her brows furrowing as he watches her sip from her mug.

“what?” he pipes up, resting his head against his forearms on the surface of the table.

daisy puts her mug down on the coaster, her expression carrying hesitation as she picks her next words. “you don’t have to stay up with me, luke. i feel bad. you’re tired.” she points out, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. she’s expecting him to nod in agreement and head back to bed, but she’s almost surprised to see him shrug in reply. “so? you didn’t think i was gonna leave you here to wallow in your lonesome, did you?” he teases, and daisy’s astonished that her boyfriend can be so sassy even when he’s half asleep.

she’s about to make a snarky retort, but the sound of ethan’s sleepy voice carries through the apartment, temporarily stopping any train of thought daisy once had. “why’d you guys leave?” he whines out, taking the seat next to daisy, leaning his head against her shoulder as her head instinctively moves to rest against his for a brief moment in acknowledgement. she sits up again as she takes a sip of her milk. “daffy couldn’t sleep. was just keeping her company.” he says, reaching over to take her hand across the table, wanting to feel her touch as well in the same way ethan’s cuddled up to her.

“i didn’t wanna wake either of you.” daisy quips back, squinting at the pair of them. “don’t wanna bother you guys when you’re both exhausted.”

“counter argument,” ethan begins, sounding a little more awake now. “you should wake us up when you’re feeling restless.” luke simply nods in agreement.

“me personally, as much as i love my sleep, i’d rather know when you’re not able to sleep. plus, it’s our free day tomorrow. meaning, we can sleep in.” luke adds on, the prospect of being able to sleep in well into the afternoon sounding nothing but enticing to all three of them. even if they’re all early birds. daisy wants to protest, but she can’t find it in her to do so; only making a sound of fulmination as ethan and luke both take turns sipping from her mug. “parasites, the both of you.” she chides, taking her mug out of ethan’s grasp, the latter smacking a kiss to her cheek.

“yeah, but you love us.” ethan points out, using his free hand to poke daisy in the cheek. while she lets out an indignant huff, she doesn’t disagree with him either. it’s true, after all. loving luke and ethan was second nature to daisy, and even if she didn’t admit it often, she was wrapped around their fingers. they’d somehow managed to worm their way into her glass heart, even going as far as creating a protective layer over it. she always wondered what she’d done to deserve love like theirs, but learned to accept it in time (with the help of luke and ethan’s eager words of encouragement.)

the next hour is filled with lulled conversation, the trio having migrated to the couch sometime during it. they’re watching cartoons on the tv, and as luke is about to ask for daisy’s opinion on his and ethan’s most recent debate, he’s met with the sight of his girlfriend dozing off, her eyelids droopy as she fights the drowsiness. it makes the pair of them feel incredibly warm and awfully fond as ethan scoops her into his arms in one fell swoop, carrying her back to her bedroom as luke follows behind, shutting the door on their way in.

with familiarity, ethan gently deposits daisy in the middle now, taking his original spot by the wall as luke takes daisy’s original position. the pair of them circle around her as she relishes in their warmth, savouring their gentle goodnight kisses. “thanks for staying up with me.” she mumbles, the exhaustion sinking deeper into her bones as it becomes harder and harder for daisy to stay up. as she drifts off, she can faintly hear them whisper their ‘goodnights’ and ‘i love yous’.

super fun fact daisy keeps a nightlight on her bedside table — it’s miffy shaped!

note from mei i hope you guys liked that!! this is probably my first proper one shot here and i’m happy it gets to be about these three. i also take requests for x reader one shots, so please feel free to send in asks and requests!

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