#I accept whatever punishment you deem fit for this

[baggidude]

So what if it turns out symbiotes can survive on MALE JUICES so to keep the killing rate low Eddie becomes a manwhore? Like its not as good as brains but it MUCH better than what chocolate does.

[minnophee-writes]

His Judgement

A/N: Been in such a Dead by Daylight fixation that I don't think it can be stopped. Pyramid Daddy can smash, I don't care - don't @ me. It was a great crime that BHVR took his ass away from us! Also, I wrote this fic while listening to 'Insanely Illegal Cage Fight' by Dal Av + Jackson Rose. For some reason it gave Pyramid Head vibes. This isn't beta read so any grammar and/or spelling mistakes are my own.

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Pairings: Pyramid Head x Female Reader

Fic Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, betrayal, slight angst, blade / knife, death, dub-con touching, dub-con, smaller female / taller man, size difference, hair-pulling (brief), dark smut, injuries, mating press, long tongue action / tongue fucking (brief) / tongue deepthroating, claiming, breeding, squirting (brief), creampie, (🔞MDNI this fic is for ADULTS! Begone minors🔞)

Summary: When things go from bad to worse during a trial against the Executioner, Reader finds herself standing face-to-face with the large killer himself, ready to accept whatever judgement he deems fit to bestow upon her. However the situation doesn't seem to go as she suspected.

Word Count: 4,311 words

Taglist: @stygianoir

You grabbed onto the hips of Feng and dragged her off the hook, her groans of pain audiable but she tried to quieten them as you herded her behind a large rock to mend her wound. Blood oozed from the gaping hole in her right shoulder but you worked quickly to bandage the injure to slow, and hopefully, stop the blood. Feng nodded to you in thanks before you guided her toward the generator that you were working on before going to her aid.

The realm the entity chose for this trial just so happened to be the Midwich Elementary School, the home of one of the most terrifying killers in the entity's realm. It didn't help that the entity wanted to rub salt in the wound and have the killer actually be the Executioner, he was known to be ruthless during trials, showing no mercy, and defying the entity's rules by outright slaughtering people in these sick, twisted matches. Feng was able to run the large man but he managed to outplay her, ensnaring her within his trail of barbed wire - also known as his 'Trail of Torment'. You had taken shelter in a locker nearby when the Executioner placed her on the hook.

Rushing footsteps startled you and Feng, the sudden appearance of Yun-Jin Lee panting and breathing heavily should have been the first sign to let you know of the oncoming danger yet you and Feng continued working on the generator, now with the help of an anxious Yun-Jin Lee. Everything was quiet for a moment, the only sounds were the generator pistons powering up when you noticed Yun-Jin Lee glancing behind Feng for a few seconds before pushing Feng and running off in the posite direction. You stared after the suspicious woman in confusion and agitation when the sound of Feng's scream caught your attention. The looming figure of the hulking Executioner had pierced his heavy weapon into Feng's torso, the tip of the knife sunk deep in her stomach while her arms scrambled for purchase, rapid gasps left her lips and her eyes were wide in absolute fear.

Time seemed to operate in slow motion, your brain now just processing that Yun-Jin Lee sacraficed Feng to the killer to save herself and fled, leaving you to fend for yourself once he was done punishing Feng. Your heart lurched in sorrow and disappointment, more so disappointed in yourself for not having seen the large killer coming toward them, maybe you could've saved the poor woman - if only Yun-Jin Lee hadn't just selfishly pushed Feng toward her death.

Feng turned her head toward you as her arms weakened in strength, her eyes pleading for something that was not an option, something you couldn't give her. The Executioner yanked his knife from her body before driving it back in, a dark puddle of blood and barbed wires appeared around Feng and devoured her into the ground, taking her and leaving no evidence that she was ever there. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing someone you viewed as a close friend, due to being in many trials together and forming a bond, hurt you deep down and caused tears to slightly blur your vision. The scraping of metal on metal brought you back to the present and you're terrified eyes stared at the large killer a few feet from you, his triangular helmet looking in your direction - his helmet tilting slightly to the side as he seemed to glare you down.

In a sudden rush of adrenaline your body shot into action, you quickly spun around on your heels and sprinted in the last place you saw Yun-Jin Lee and prayed for the best. Your legs carrying you down a flight of stairs and turning down a long corridor, your lungs struggling to intake oxygen and vision slightly unfocusing from how hard you were pushing your body to work in running away from danger. By the time you had reached the end of the corridor you pressed your back against the steel wall and attempted to collect yourself. You didn't hear any heavy footsteps coming after you, and a timid glance down the direction you had just come from proved that the Executioner wasn't pursuing you. You seemed to be in the clear.

A breath of relief escaped your lips before a faint whistle caught your attention, your head turned to the right to see David waving you over into a classroom he was holed up in. You rushed over to him, glad to see a friendly, familiar face, and agreed to help him on his generator. You were tempted to tell David about what Yun-Jin Lee did to Feng, how she willingly sacraficed a teammate - a friend, to the killer and left you for dead just to save her own skin, but you thought against it. Your main concern and goal was to repair the generators so you could get the hell out. The elementary school chilled you to the bone, the disarray of everything in the school and classrooms - they they all left in a rush, almost as if they were quickly evacuated unerved you to no end. So your main motivation on completing your generator tasks were because some of the realms absolutely creeped you out. As the third piston started to pick up speed the woman that had caused you grief appeared in the doorway, making her way arogantly to the other side of the generator, acting as if she hadn't just betrayed a teammate.

An occasional spark would fly as the three of you worked on the gen, the progress slow but surely going, David giving quick glances at the only doorway in and out of the classroom. Your nerves were on alert for any sign of the Executioner, waiting for his sudden arrival and hoping to be able to distract the killer long enough for David to get out of dodge. Any creak or groan from the steel structure had your head turning behind you and toward the door in search for the large man but was greeted with nothing which only calmed your racing heart slightly. Your eyes took note of the vault window on the other side of the classroom which led into the other, a good escape route in case the killer were to appear and block the doorway. David must have seen you looking at it and gave you a subtle nod, acknowledging your find and piecing together two wires which completed the generator, the engine running smoothly now and the three of you made a slow approach to the window vault in the classroom. You were first in the line, then David, leaving Yun-Jin Lee to carry the back but as you neared the vault the loud, piercing sound of metal scraping across metal brought their attention to the classroom doorway.

The bloodied image of the Executioner almost seemed to freeze the trio, his shadow loomed and seemed to swallow the entire room before he then took thundering steps toward you. Yun-Jin Lee rushed passed you and David, shoving the both of you toward the killer while she vaulted the crumbled opening. David lost his footing and was tumbling right into the path of the Executioner when you quickly reacted, grabbing onto David's wide forearm and pulling him back, adrenaline giving you the strength to drag David over to the vault as the killer closed the distance between you.

"Go, David! Run!" You shouted before turning around to face the large man.

His knife was embedded in the ground leaving a trail of torment, cutting off one of the paths to getting out of the classroom. You didn't want to lead the killer in the direction of David so you chose to try and run around the Executioner's left side - the one unaffected by his torment. Just when he was within arms reach you bolted to his left and rushed passed, jumping over a small section of the unforgiving trail and making a mad dash down the hallway, the killer's heavy footsteps storming after you.

He was a man on a mission, only having eyes for you, and you were hoping he would lose track of you soon because your stamina was rapidly draining, but he seemed to always know where you were going. You've run through the bottom floor before attempting to lose chase upstairs, quickly turning corners before dipping into a random classroom and ducked behind an overturned table while you took the time to catch your breath. David slowly exited one of the many lockers that were lined against the wall and rushed over to you, a relieved expression painted on his face.

"Thank God you're okay! You're not hurt, right?" He then looked over your figure for any injuries.

"I'm fine, lets just focus on getting that last gen done." You got up and started to dust yourself off before looking David in the eyes with concern yet certainty after your second run-in with the untrustworthy woman, "Don't trust Yun-Jin Lee... She's the reason Feng is dead..."

"...Shit."

David looked shocked and opened his mouth to say something but the approaching march of the Executioner caused you two to run back over to the lockers and hide next to each other, hoping the beast of a man would just keep walking but those hopes were dashed away when his large figure stepped into the room. His helmet slowly scanned across the room in search for you, his eyeless gaze fell upon the lockers that you and David were hiding in, your breath hitched in anticipation. His steady stride carried him across the spacious room, your muscles growing more tense the closer he got to your lockers, when you noticed a little too late that the Executioner was looking at a different locker - the wrong locker.

The Executioner's thick arm shot out from beside his lent body and grasped the locker door and ripped it off its hinges, David's surprised shout ringing throughout the room as the larger man pulled him out of the locker, and placing him onto his wide shoulder. You bursted out of your locker and clung onto the killer's arm that seemed to put him off balance and dropping David. You grabbed David's hand and began to run away, a very angry killer hot on your heels. One of the hallways had a pallet in the middle that you knew you could use to block the Executioner and gain some distance so you made sure to head toward it, your feet carrying you faster while David kept pace and followed your every move. When the pallet was in sight a few feet away a smile started to grace your face for the first time that trial, but that all came crashing down when you noticed Yun-Jin Lee standing on the other side of the pallet, staring you dead in the face before tossing the pallet down and bolting around the corridor. Your feet stuttered for a split second before you decided that one of you were gonna have to vault the pallet first. You looked over your shoulder to see that the Executioner was a lot closer than you thought and was reeling his arm back to strike at David and your brain went into a panic.

"David, watch out!" You screamed as you pushed him ahead of you, the edge of the knife sliced into the outside of your bicep.

The flaming sting of the injury caused you to let out a squeal as you held onto your arm and made a run for the pallet, David waving encouragingly to you on the other side. Your staggered gait didn't get you far when a strong hand gripped a decent amount of your hair and pulled you back, dragging you into a warm, soild body, ripping another screamed from your lips. You heard David shout your name from where he stood before rushing back over the pallet to get to you.

"No! Let her go!" David readied up to throw a punch but the Executioner just thrust his knife upward.

The blade kissed David's skin, cutting through his button-up and exposed his chest which now displayed a deep, flowing wound from where the blade cut him. David winced and clutched his chest, a groan left his mouth as he looked back toward you. You were terrified, uncertain if anyone was going to survive, and it didn't help that the merciless killer had you in his hold and was readying up to strike David again - this time a killing blow. In a desperate attempt to save at least one of your friends this trial you decided to try begging and bargining. Right as the Executioner drew his arm back to deliever a deadily strike you clung onto the arm holding your body to his and began pleading.

"Wait, no, please!" You cried while squeezing your eyes shut, "I-I'll do anything, please... You can k-kill me right now if you want but spare him!"

You were rambling but you were hoping that the killer would at least pause long enough for David to make an escape. The Executioner slowly glared down at you through his large helmet, his head tilted in feigned thought before suddening swinging his arm overhead and implanted his knife into David's neck, blood spurted out everywhere, and his eyes bulged out while his gasps were wet and thick. Whimpers and whines left you as you watched the light fade from his eyes, his body steadily sinking to the floor before it slumped down and hit the floor with a thud. Before you could process anything you were then thrown against one of the steel walls and lifted a few feet of the ground by your throat, a large hand encased it and made it a struggle for you to take deep breaths. He stared you down while he watched you struggle to get out of his grip, his suffocating presence suddenly making you have flashes of some of the children drawings scattered around the school - some of the drawings depicted said killer in front of her, a name scribbled on top that made sense for a child; Pyramid Head. 'Seemed fitting for him', you thought brieftly.

Pyramid Head jabbed the knife into the floor next to you both before using his other hand to grope your body, using it to spread your leg to insert his hip between them and opening your legs wider. The position caused you to have to wrap your legs around his waist to try and lessen the pressure on your neck but he just placed his hand on your ass and held tight, hitching you up higher and pressed you between the wall and his solid body. A deep rumble spread from within his chest and a slick, slimy appendage timidly appeared from under the pulsing puss under the helmet before it confidently started to lick your face, covering your face in thick saliva. The tip slid across your lips a few times before forcing its way passed them, exploring your mouth and worming itself down your throat.

You let out a squeal in rejection but that didn't seem to do anything to the Executioner as he continued to thrust his tongue down your neck, sliding it back and forth, as if it got pleasure from it. His hips humped into your crotch which shot small waves of pleasure up your spine, strained moans escaped your lips while you tried to find where to place your hand before settling with clutching onto the arm that's holding you by the neck. He let go of your ass to ruck up his filthy apron to expose his pulsing cock, the tip red and leaking with pre-cum. You choked on his tongue in horror, trying to angle your hips away from him but he took that as some sort of invitation to shred your pants from your legs, your underwear disappearing with it while he rubbed his thumb against your folds in an attempt to get you wet and wanting. He retracted his tongue from your throat to then go down to your pussy, smearing his saliva over your vulva and clit, teasing your hole by probing it in exploration before plunging in deep.

You yipped from the wet intrusion of his tongue, you could feel it wriggling around inside - pushing against your spongy walls until it found your g-spot, your body eliciting a full-body spasm. Your mouth opened and closed from the onslaught of pleasure his tongue was giving you once he discovered your hidden spot deep within you, not even your toys could find it half the time and yet this large, brutal killer found it within seconds. It left you stunned more than anything else, your brain going fuzzy and all logical thought disappeared. His thumb pressed into your clit again which made you clench your pussy around his tongue, a moan left your throat at the pleasure flowing through your in waves, your body warming up from the growing arousal.

Your head flopped to the side as you let out a sigh, your eyes fluttered opened and your vision was then filled with David's cold corpse lying on the floor, his glazed eyes staring in your direction and your stomach squeezed - threatening to make you throw up any sustenence inside. You shut your eyes tightly before righting your head straight, a cool chill creeped up your spine at the mental image of your dead friend only a few inches away. Once you opened your eyes again you stared up at the helmet, hoping you were looking where his eyes may roughly be.

"Pyramind Head, please-" You managed to rasp out, "- I-I wanted you to spare him... why?"

Tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks as you continued to look at him but you got no response, the only response you got was a deep, rumbling growl and his tongue thrusting in and out of you faster, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit rapidly as well. Your breath hitched and a loud, prolonged whine echoed around you both, your walls spasming before hot, white ecstasy burst through you - the tight knot that had quickly formed in your lower stomach suddenly snapped that caused you to drench Pyramid Head's lower sternum and tongue. A foamy, white ring surrounded the base of his appendage and smeared itself across it with each thrust, it drove him feral and the pulse in his cock couldn't be ignored anymore.

Pyramid Head thrusted his cock against your wet cunt, soaking his dick in your juices before attempting to align the tip with your twitching hole and as he steadily pushed in it stretched you in an impossibly delicious way. The moan you let out rang down the corridor but your attention wasn't on how loud you were being, your thoughts were on how big the Executioner was and how he may have ruined any other man for you and he wasn't even halfway in yet. He thrusted in a few more inches before the base of his cock was snug against your pelvis, his hips grinded on your swollen clit, your cunt clung to him from the stimulation. After giving you a brief moment to get adjusted to his cock he began to back his shaft from you before driving it back in with a deep, powerful thrust, punching noises and air from you. Each strong thrust loosened your legs from his waist and he decided to wrap his thick arms under them, he brought them up so that your ankles rested on his shoulders and the angle made it feel as though he was fucking into you deeper than before. Your nails dug into his biceps as he drilled into you, the wet sound of skin slapping skin and your meek moans were the only sounds that could be heard, his tongue hovered over your clit as a large glob of spit splattered onto it - his hips smeared and grinded it into your clit and your toes curled.

A silent scream left your lips as your pussy splashed the Executioner in your juices, your back arched sharply as the walls of your cunt throbbed intensely as it milked his cock. A rumbling groan vibrated inside his chest and his hips stuttered for a few thrusts before burying it deep within you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and thick, heavy ropes of cum coated your walls. His cock pulsed with each shot of cum and he gave a few small thrusts to fuck some of it into your cervix, laying claim over you by hoping to breed your fertile womb.

You let out a drawn out whine as you felt his cock slowly withdraw from your abused pussy, your gaping hole twitched as it tried to suck in the cum that slowly dripped out of it. Pyramid Head carefully set you onto the ground as he readjusted his apron, his hand grasped his weapon's handle before yanking his knife out of the floor. You lazily stared at the looming figure accepting your fate, knowing it was only going to last for so long before he killed you in painful ways only he can imagine. Your eyes closed as you waited for the final blow, hoping that he would be nice for once and show mercy with giving you a swift death yet none of that happened. You opened an eye to see what he was up to prior to opening your other eye to glance up at his still form.

A horrified gasp came from your left and you turned your head to see Yun-Jin Lee peeking around the corner, her hands covered her wide mouth and her eyes were almost popping out of her head, a disgusted and petrified looked was etched onto her features. Her eyes bore into your tired figure on the ground, too drained to even properly cover your exposed bottom when, faster than you had ever seen him move, Pyramid Head clutched a fist into the other woman's hair and threw her across the air, her body colided with the hard with a hard smack. Yun-Jin Lee yelped in distress and attempted to crawl away from him but he drove his knife into her calf, the blade sliced and shredded through her muscle and bone, and she let out a piercing scream that had you flinching away.

Yun-Jin Lee stared up at the Executioner with pleading eyes but they wouldn't reach him for he has already decided her fate. Lifting his blade high in the air he brought it down with fierce strength, swinging his weapon multiple times and created many deep, slash wounds - each one becoming more violent than the last. Pyramid Head slammed his blade across the forearm of Yun-Jin Lee, her right arm became detattched and slumped to the floor, while his foot crushed her mid-spine between him and the ground. Yun-Jin Lee was getting desperate and frantically thrashed around hoping to wiggle her way from under the intense judgement of the Executioner yet it was useless, he only put more of his heavy weight onto her spine and a cry of pain was torn from her. With two hands he raised his knife and, with the swiftest movement you've ever seen, he drove the blade into her back - a loud crack pierced through the air and a wet squelching could be heard when the knife sliced through Yun-Jin Lee.

The last of her breath escaped her dry lips before her body fell limp, her still figure stayed face down as Pyramid Head removes his weapon, from the now dead corpse, and turned his helmet toward you once again. A small feeling of dread shot through you for a split second but your brain was still foggy from the rough fucking he had given you just moments ago, and your limbs felt like they were made of lead - anytime you tried to move your arms or legs you were met with no response from your muscles. You watched as the Executioner walked over to your slumped body, examining your for a minute or two before he leant forward and wrapped an arm around you, lifting you from the ground and over his broad shoulder.

Pyramid Head started a steady gait toward one end of the corridor, his destination unknown, yet you weren't afraid of being hooked and being sacrificed to the Entity. He walked passed many hooks on his journey, your mind growing more and more confused while you watched one of the hooks fade around a corner as Pyramid Head continued on, his steps only speeding up once the howling, whimsical noise of the hatch could be heard. Pyramid Head turned quickly into a classroom, the hatch a few feet away from you both when he gently set you on your feet, his hand clutching onto your hips to steading you - and to grope you one last time. You warily glanced between the hatch and the Executioner, as if waiting for him to then crush your hopes of escape by beating you to the hatch and closing it, but he just stood there.

The Executioner subtly nodded over to the hatch, giving you a slight nudge toward it and you timidly made you way over to it. You looked back at Pyramid Head one last time and muttered a hushed thank you before disappearing into the hatch, the opening then slammed close and a black, smokey abyss surrounded the Executioner, teleporting him back into the killers realm. Somewhere in the back of his mind a faint voice promised him that within due time you'd be his, that you would become his pet and that was going to be his reward for being such a loyal being.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this fic! Make sure to like and reblog this to let me know that you want more <3 Had heaps of fun writing this and hope to write another banger soon 😎

[kurosstuff]

Hey~

If you're writing for Sera..maybe could you write where she has to watch as Reader gets their wings ripped off and is casted down to hell?

<3

Oh of course lovely~

Also never wrote for her so I'm sorry if she's occ- SO ITLL BE SHORT♡♡

Warning(s) pure angst, kinda with like the Bible? A bit(cause of lucifer) but- not detailed

Heaven is a peaceful place.

No trouble. No sadness. Nothing of the sort. No negative things

No regrets.

So why does Sera feel this deep regret? This sickening feeling as she awaits the trial to begin. Must it be because of her own miss calculation? Frowning she watched as you were forced into the room. Forced on your knees bound in that gold chains as you stand trial for your traitorous behavior.

Which she deemed was also her fault. Letting you entertain such horrid thoughts. Of how the council was wrong. How heaven was cruel. Sera stood eyes once filled with love and warmth, now cold staring you down.

"You stand trial for questioning the lord above himself. How you questioned his authority. Blamed him for all the sinning below. " her throat felt dry from how cold she spoke to you. Her lover. Her mate, "Do you admit to these claims of being a traitorous angel?"

"Yes. I accept to all of it, " your voice rang out. Without hesitation. Without a drop of regret.. guilt. Sera frowned deeply, her emotions gone too much, the eyes on her wings popped out showing her true emotion.

The sadness in the eyes. How every pair watched you. Watched all your reactions, all eyes not cold. But filled with her true feelings. Her warmth for you. Her love for you. A hand touched her arm. Looking she saw Emily, who smiled sadly at her. Taking a deep breath, her wings folded once more. Eyes fully closed

She ignored the trial. Hearing the pleading. She ignored it all. The only thing she did was watch you. She knew the outcome. She knew what would happen. Closing her eyes, she sighed. This has all been done before. The same EXACT thing. The same thing your being accused of.

Of what you admitted to.

The first fallen angel. The King of hell. The one she herself failed to protect from the unpurity of the firsts. The unpurity of the growing world. Sera was more then aware mortals couldn't be without sin. Not with how a certain someone played a trick. A test of sorts with-

She sighed she won't focus on the past. How she failed. In the SAME exact way. Looking at you as you screamed, glaring, begging to be heard, she frowned deeply. Only one punishment would seem fit for this crime.

She didn't want to watch. But she must.

After all? How could she look away from her final sight of her mate? Taking a deep breath, she spoke for the first time ever. Interrupting you

"Only one punishment seems fit for the crime. You will be stripped of your title as a pure angel. You will be fallen"

Not even a second later, an executioner - was it Lute the rude inhumanely cruel angel? She wasn't sure not with those God forsaken masks. Watching her push you to the ground, the chains holding you in place as she struck. Slicing your wings off in a cruel fast motion. Yet so slow to Sera. A deep frown never left her face, never left as you begged for her to forgive you. Watching as the ground opened up swallowing you whole.

Welcoming you to your new home.

Closing her eyes, her hands clasped over one another, praying your fall was a peaceful one. That you'd forgive her. She new the council would over look this. After all.

Like Swans-? Angels mate for life. No matter what occurs to their mate. Even if they fell. That as cruel as it was. Sera couldn't help but be thankful for in.. a odd way she couldn't pinpoint. Turning, she left the courtroom noting Emily? Didn't follow- humming she must be grabbing your halo.

Silently, she walked. Where to? She wasn't sure - just going wherever her feet took her. Just whatever her feet took her. Blinking, she stopped.. was it raining? Her cheeks wet from something. Moving to touch her face, her lips quivered in sorrow. In her loss. Closing her eyes in a deep sigh.

Heaven doesn't rain

[quinloki]

Now you've got me thinking about Shsnks using you to keep Marco compliant. You're on the ship too, but treated well (for a captive) as long as Marco listens.

Ohhhhh I love this.

Cw: gods uh, coercion, imprisonment, yandere, non con, dub con, collaring, threats of violence, mdni, dark dark content.

>.>

Shanks had mentioned you, at the start, if Marco was good he’d keep you safe. Nothing would harm you. To be good Marco had to just accept things, not try to run or anything like that.

He agreed, and he tried, but missing you was a terrible pain all it’s own, and he couldn’t release the desire to run from Shanks, not entirely. His mind wandering to you and the memories he was already fearing would fade, even when the red-head was showing him the sweetest of pleasures.

One day Shanks wakes him up, gently with a wide warm smile on his face.

“Wear the bracelet,” he says, honeyed words smoothing over Marco’s morning confusion. “We’ll take the collar off and go out on deck.”

Time outside was a rare treat, but Marco didn’t question it. Slipping on the sea stone bracelet, he sat up and let Shanks remove the collar. Care was taken to keep it from marring his skin, but in the event it did Shanks would grant him a second without any sea stone at all - not that a chance for escape was included in that.

Shanks has Marco walk ahead of him, opening the door to the hall that led outside. Marco didn’t reach for doors unprompted, even in the short time comparatively that he’d been a “guest” on Shanks’ ship. He’d lost a hand that way, even if only temporarily.

The door to the deck is opened and the warmth of the sun on Marco’s face isn’t enough to soothe the terror in his stomach.

You’re new the bow of the ship, laugh carrying on the wind as Limejuice and Yassop regale you with whatever stories they deem fit. He can’t even muster rage, fear takes hold too harshly with Shanks’ hand on his arm.

“They’ll be safer here than on that island. Without you there marines and pirates alike could end up doing all manner of nefarious things and I… simply couldn’t bear the thought of that.”

His lies are so sweet, but Marco knows better. Knows Shanks caught on, knows that his feelings toward you hadn’t waned. Knew that he was desperate to find a way back to you.

Shanks pulls the bracelet off Marco’s wrist smiling up at him. He didn’t need to limit Marco directly anymore. The truth of the words didn’t even need to be spoken.

Marco couldn’t heal others the way he could himself, the healing power of the Phoenix was much less when extending beyond his own self.

“Despite what you might think, I don’t have any issues sharing. Especially with how much they mean to you.” Shanks explains, and there’s no layer of deception. “With time they might even become just as important to me, eh? So let’s all get along.”

And maybe it goes smooth for a while.

Maybe it’s not so bad.

Shanks makes sure the island is safe.

Marco gets to see you and spend time with you, and you have your own cabin for the two of you. The crew is so nice to you, but you know something is wrong. Marco can’t hide it from you, you two know one another far too well.

You piece the puzzle together yourself, and also the dilemma, because Shanks’ observation haki is terrifying in its capacity. There’s no way to safely plan between yourselves. You can’t even plan in your own mind because solidifying your choices could telegraph them.

But realization alone is enough, and the shift is enough to break the fantasy, and one night the rules are set for both of you.

Bound beneath him, you and Marco are both collared, a short lead connecting your collars. Your beloved is buried deep inside of you, but it’s Shanks who is thrusting into Marco, controlling you both.

You comfort, your pleasure, your pain, it’s all his to give or withhold. Harm will never befall whoever defies him, he will always punish the other, and how severe will be only for him to know. His limbs will regrow, but the agony could last hours before Shanks lets him heal.

And you? He doesn’t need you to be anything but alive, and there’s not much you need to fill that definition.

But oh your cries are sweet, oh so sweet, and he’d rather give you both pleasure and comfort, more than anything else. So be sure to behave, and don’t test his convictions.

[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ I want you, Námo. I have wanted you for a while. ❞

⊱ Prompt: Blackmail, obsession ⊱ Pairing: Manwë x Námo ⊱ Synopsis: After Námo disobeys an order from his king, Manwë forces him to make it up to him. ⊱ Warnings: Creepy Manwë, power dynamics, sexual content, non-con, the prompt in itself

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December and yes, I will be working on these for quite a while longer. Nevertheless: Enjoy!

"Please forgive me, my king." 

Námo was kneeling in the chambers of his lord, head bowed in dutiful penitence. He was as aware as the Vala in front of him that his refusal to speak when he was bidden was a grievous offence to the Elder King's authority, even though he believed it had been necessary to adhere to the divine ordinance he had been given at the beginning of his existence – to never reveal more than what was needed. 

Nevertheless, his being was bound to lawfulness, and he would accept punishment if his lord and his father deemed it necessary. 

Manwë looked as holy and glorious as ever, even seated on his bed instead of his throne. His usual smile had faded, replaced by a sorrowful mien, and the deep sigh that fell from his lips sent a small breeze through the air surrounding them. 

"Worry not, dear Námo. I shall surely forgive you, but I am afraid you will need to make it up to me." 

Despite the perfectly serene and innocent tone, Námo felt a sense of unease, sending shivers down his spine. 

"Anything that is within my power, my king," he said carefully. 

"Very well. Rise." Manwë held out his hand, though it was a gesture of silent command instead of an invitation to take it. 

Námo did as he had been told. Perhaps his obedience could help him atone for his sin, he thought, but then he was caught off-guard when Manwë rose as well and delivered three swift, decisive strikes, the gleam of silvery talons being his only warning – the first one tore off his veil, the second discarded his hood and the third undid the sash holding his robes in place. 

A small gasp escaped Námo as his form was revealed to the eyes of his lord, and he saw delight blossoming within the depths of his blue eyes. 

"Get on the bed." 

"M-my king –"

"Now." 

There was something rough and firm within Manwë's voice, something that was usually absent, that many thought him incapable of. Námo's fána trembled when he obeyed once more, leaving him exposed and prone in front of a Vala he had always trusted – until now that he saw his eyes glint like those of a raptor spotting prey in the grass. 

"What do you want from me?" he managed to ask, attempting to suppress his fear when Manwë climbed on top of him with such natural ease – 

As if we were lovers...

"Is it not obvious?" Manwë smiled at him, as kind and sweet as he had always done, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes hadn't vanished. "I want you, Námo. I have wanted you for a while."

Too stunned to speak, Námo could only stare at him as he lovingly cupped his cheeks. 

"You are so beautiful," Manwë sighed. "And now you will finally be mine." 

Námo stopped breathing when he was drawn into a kiss so tender it almost made him forget that it was forced, and his own lips remained stiff and unmoving. He still couldn't believe that he was being subjected to a punishment of carnal nature, at the hands of his pure, benevolent king no less. 

Manwë withdrew after a few fruitless attempts, seeming upset. "You don't wish to kiss me?" 

"Please, my king... n-not this..." Námo attempted to plead, but was ignored. 

"If you continue to be disobedient I can no longer be patient with you. Your punishment is whatever I deem fit, and if I want to make you mine and show you where you belong, then this is what shall be done." 

Talons dug into his sides as Manwë forced him to turn around and slipped his robes off his shoulders, tearing any remaining clothes to shreds. Námo was left lying on his stomach, held down by a Vala greater than himself. A still-clothed groin was pressed against his exposed backside, and he felt flesh hardening against him. 

"Since you have cheated me out of a prophecy, I hope you at least haven't cheated me out of being your first," Manwë whispered in his ear. 

Námo remained silent. He didn't wish to recount the ways in which his wife had made love to him and how they pleasured each other, and his mind struggled to comprehend the depths of the twisted lust his lord had suddenly revealed. How long had he desired him? Why did he believe he had a right to claim him? 

Yet there was no time to ask himself such questions when two hands spread his legs first and then his cheeks, and he heard the sound of a bottle being uncorked, followed by the scent of vanilla and the sensation of liquid being poured onto his skin. 

He prayed that those talons wouldn't be forced inside him, even if that meant he would be taken without further preparation; it was going to hurt, but repairing his flesh would be easier this way. 

It was only then that Námo briefly considered fighting back, yet any spark of resistance was swiftly drowned out by the knowledge that his king was mightier than he, greater in power and stature. Something inside him had given up before the thought had even crossed his mind; perhaps he already knew that it was going to happen regardless. 

Námo buried his head in the nearest pillow when he heard the rustling of fabric and attempted to muffle his cries of pain as Manwë forced himself inside. He had to will his fána to relax and open up, even as it felt like he was betraying himself and his objective of enduring this violation with as much dignity as he could. 

"You feel so good." 

"You are so beautiful." 

"You sound lovely when you cry and moan for me." 

Manwë whispered sweet nothings in his ear while taking him, but Námo refused to break his self-imposed silence. This was neither love nor pleasure, it was punishment just as his lord had said, and he would not think of it otherwise for the sake of his own sanity. He received no touch and no true affection, only the empty words of one whose mind had been tainted by greed and obsession. 

"Say my name." 

Manwë's command seemed to permeate the very air Námo was breathing, but he refused; he did not desire this, and he would not pretend to. 

Taloned fingers closed around his neck. "I commanded you to say my name."

He remained silent. Manwë's grip tightened, making it nigh impossible to breathe, and despite knowing that he couldn't be slain, panic flooded his fána – as well as the realisation that his torment might only continue if he kept refusing. 

Hesitant and in a broken voice, Námo at last obeyed his lord's command. 

"M-man... wë..." 

The whisper of his name and the choked noises he made sent a shudder of pleasure through Manwë's entire fána, and he spilled his seed inside his unwilling lover, withdrawing only after every last drop had left him. 

Námo felt the need to curl up on his side, make himself small and disappear, but before he could move he was turned around to lie on his back once again. 

Manwë looked down at him with a perfectly angelic smile, as if nothing had happened, and planted a chaste kiss on his forehead. 

"You are forgiven." 

Thanks for reading! ♡

[soapssuds]

A continuation of Sukuna x Tattoo Artist ! Reader, the first part can be read here !!

Warnings include | +18 content, smut, oral (male receiving), grammatical errors, etc.

!! mdni !!

"Cause something tells me you never tattooed a dick before."

You were willing to accept the challenge. ...especially considering that you have been harboring a major crush on the man the moment you first gave him a tattoo.

Your knees were shaky as you knelt to the floor. What he said was true, you never actually seen a dick before.

And now what? Were you actually going to suck this guy off? He was a customer. Some bad boy who frequently came in to get a new tattoo once a week.

Well, whatever. You liked him. You like him a lot in fact. And, in your mind, if this got you closer to the man, then you were willing to do this. Besides, you actually wanted this anyway.

"And since I bet you never seen a dick before," he beckoned you forward. Your hands rested on his thighs as his belt fell to the floor, "I think it'll be a good idea for you to get well acquainted with the canvas you'll be inking? Don't you think so too?"

You nodded and swallowd any fear within yourself as you shakingly went for the waistband of his pants. Your fingers nimbly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. Your hand gently ghosting over a large bulge as you pulled his jeans down.

"Come on now, don't be scared, or do you want me to take my business elsewhere?"

You managed to calm yourself significantly at that. The need to keep him here gradually rising as you pulled his underwear down next. His dick finally being free as it slapped against his abdomen. Heavy, hard, and his tip an angry red and already leaking pre. The sight made you shudder and you couldn't help but to wonder if you could even fit your your whole hand around it. Probably not...

Steadying yourself once more, your reached forward. Your hand gently grasping it. Fingers touching and lightly running up and down his hard length.

It was scary, but you had to admit that it looked good.

You placed your other hand against his thigh and leaned forward. Your lips pressing a gentle kiss upon the tip, his precum leaking a bit and dribbling down your glossy, puckered lips. And you couldn't help but be content with the small, sharp intake of breath he took. His body shuddering at your ministrations.

Then, opening your mouth a bit, you poked your tongue out and gave his raging cockhead a few kitten licks. The soft strokes of your tongue making him grip the leather seat hard as he tried his best not to grab a fistful of your hair and shove his dick down your throat. His manners may be bad, but didn't exactly want to treat you like a whore that he would just toss aside the next day. You were his beloved tattoo artist after all.

"Your mouth," he managed to utter out, "take in your mouth, and if you even think of using those teeth, then I will punish you."

An empty threat. He would never hurt you. Not that you needed to know that.

Obeying his command a moment later, you opened up. Your tongue lulling out fully to help slick up his length as you took him inch by inch. And seeing you struggle finally made him move his own hand. His finger lightly tangling into your hair as he helped push you down as lightly as possible. He wasn't known for his gentleness, but it was as he had thought before. Hurting you wasn't exactly what he wanted. Nah, he just wanted you.

"Wrap your hand around the part you can't reach," he ordered to which you obliged, and as he let your mouth adjust, your drool pooling at the corners of your mouth as you looked up at him. Small, soft tears decorating your eyelashes.

Ah, fuck. So fucking pretty.

Deeming you ready, he started to push and pull. You head bobbing up and down as he used your mouth for his pleasure.

"Keep your eyes on me."

And he kept that same slow pace whilst keeping you on your knees for a long period of time as he enjoyed what your pretty mouth had to offer.

Yeah, let's just say he didn't actually want a dick tattoo at all. As he originally planned, he just wanted you. Only you. Be it on your knees. On his lap. Or anywhere else. He would have you.

[kedsandtubesocks]

Happy ‘bakugou birthday party’ day to all of us celebrating 💥♡ Katsuki Bakugou you absolute gremlin thanks for taking over my life lmaooo mainly this is my thank you gift to the shining stars in my life @the-wild-wolves-around-you @ofmermaidstories @willowser for letting me ramble on and on about this ridiculously obscure but near and dear to my heart mandalorian AU

(oh mandalorian bakugou how I love to hurt you)

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“When did you realize you were in love with the Jedi?” Yui Kodai is a quiet woman.

Kirishima had joked on the day the arranged marriage was announced she would be the perfect opposite to mellow him out. Instead Bakugou found he couldn't warn up to her icy tempered distance. Hell, he even forgot Kodai was in the training class opposite to his when they were kids. Damn Kirishima had to remind him.

Now in her sleek almost pristine bright crimson and white mandalorian armor, Kodai is the prime example of a mandalorian’s dream. But she’s not his.

Bakugou is the quiet one now and doesn’t respond to her. The truth, the answer, to Kodai’s questions feels so heavy even after everything that’s happened these past few days.

“You can’t deny it.” Kodai presses firmer and he knows she is right.

After all, Bakugou had ran off in front of her to you.

“I’m being relocated back to Coruscant.” You had told him two days before. “I…so I originally wasn’t suppose to be here. I had switched my first assignment location with a friend of mine and apparently the council found out. Guess it finally caught up to me.” You weakly laughed but it did nothing to lighten the awful thickness suffocating the air.

“I’m sure you’re excited that I won’t be bothering you anymore.” Even with the heavy revelation, you still had continued to tease but it was hollow as hell.

He had so many questions, wanted to say so much, needed to.

“.…yeah whatever.” But that was the only thing, the last thing, he said to you. Nothing else.

You returned to Coruscant without another word or even goodbye to him.

So Bakugou accepted that was the end. Your return back was the final sign for him to extinguish the fire roaring inside for you.

Then the damn Jedi temple gets attacked.

Bakugou, as a decorated war hero, as a mandalorian warrior, is a man forged and consecrated in victory. He scoffs at fear because he has faced it numerous times in bloodstained beskar and won. But when the data pad projected a fiery chaos erupting at the temple, pure terror consumed him. Bakugou simply moved like a man possessed. He even snarled to fight any of his comrades who dared stand in his way. He could not lose you.

So Bakuguo flew to you with no hesitation. And Yui Kodai, his intended, simply watched in silent judgment.

Now in the stillness of his home Bakugou feels the weight of this reality settling between them. He still hasn’t even answer Kodai’s question and he knows he needs to. She deserves the truth.

“Guess I can’t pin point when.” Bakugou finally admits, can’t even fully turn his helmet towards her. “Felt like maybe it was always just there. Just took me too long to catch up.”

He tried ignoring the aggravating frustration he felt towards you. He bared his teeth at it and tried to fight with his whole might. But that aggravation was simply tender adoration, a blooming love. It has always been there. You have always been there and will always be there. You are now apart of him, just as integral as his beskar armor. You might even be the strongest piece of him.

“I can’t go through with this, with us.” Bakugou tells Kodai. “I’m sorry, about all of it.”

He would take any penalties or punishments his people deem fit. He would accept ‘em with honor because for you, he’d do it all. He’d hold the weight of his love for you and bare it without waver. This whole situation is still shit though. It’s why he does mean his apology. Kodai is a good warrior, doesn’t deserve any disgrace.

She remains quiet and Bakugou fucking fidgets uncomfortable as hell under her damn composed silent stare.

“Well?” He snaps anxious at her lack of anger. “You gonna fucking yell at me? Call me a damn bastard or some other awful shit? Cause you can.”

Kodai again takes a moment and allows no words to fill his home.

“I am not going to yell at you or call you any names.” Her collected voice is chilling as it snaps his spine straight.

“We both went into this arrangement for the benefit of the other clans. I held no true affection for you and I figured you held none for me either.” Her dull direct tone slices through him sharp.

“I know many will disapprove of this. But I am not upset. I’ll hold no bitterness towards you or your Jedi. I am and always will be Mandalorian. That is all that matters.”

This is the most he’s ever heard her talk. Shit she didn’t even say this much when they got engaged. And for the first time he finally catches it - her true emotion, her quiet dignified conviction evident in her voice.

Bakugou can only nod but the underlying truth is there. She just told him ‘I was strong before you and I will be strong after you.’

Kodai moves to leave before he can even respond. Bakugou rises to see her out until Kodai’s sleek helmet whips back at him. He freezes. Won’t admit it but he is spooked when her helmet turns towards him.

“Be well Bakugou.” She bids him a simple, even kind, farewell. The door slides open and Kodai leaves with her words lingering behind her.

Bakugou sighs exhausted and thinks it rattles his bones. “Fucking hell.”

Yeah he still has so much to deal with, especially with the elders and other clans. But this with Kodai? He’s grateful it’s officially done. He’s also grateful to her. Kodai handled the situation way better than he would have and it’s why she earned his respect tenfold. Because if he saw you running off to someone else-

A wave of jealousy, so sticky and bitter, leaks into his heart at just the damn thought of a hypothetical rival and Bakugou wants to slam his bare face into a wall. This is what you have done to him - shaved him down to a lovesick man who would rip open a planet’s core for you.

With a final sigh, Bakugou heads to his bedroom. Quietly he slides past the door’s cover.

There in the comfort of his bed you continue to sleep soundly.

The medical bacta patches on your arm and shoulder are thankfully healing swiftly. Your face however still hasn’t regained its full bright energy back. He knew the medication would keep you asleep for a few days and as long as it takes, he will wait. He would wait decades for you because he already has been. But stars, he just wants you to open your eyes.

In the soft carved out space of his room, Bakugou slips off his helmet. He removes it off so easy and without reservation. It surprises him how certain he feels without it on.

The lanterns built in his room’s walls cast a gentle amber glow. As he finally stares at you without his helmet, a damn new star, a new galaxy, is born bursting right in his chest. You’re beautiful, so damn amazing, and he can’t believe he almost lost you.

Bakugou ran screaming your name into the chaos of the temple. He searched and searched without waver until he was victorious. Until there you were, lightsaber in hand landing a final swing to a trooper. Your shoulder was soaked in blood. When your face flipped towards him, your eyes wide and alive, air filled his lungs.

He doesn’t know who ran first. All that mattered was the beautiful collision of you and him meeting in the middle. His hands and your hands clutched and grasped desperate to solidify the other was real.

“What are you doing here?!” Your voice cracked as you yelled exhausted and on the edge of tears.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. In the heat of battle, with destruction swirling, all Bakugou could do was clutch your face in his hands. You, his fierce fighter, his ridiculous shitty Jedi, were alive.

“Had to make sure you were safe.” He told you so surprisingly low in the middle of the destruction. He hoped you maybe had not hear him or the terror in him that was barely settling down now.

“You shouldn’t be here!” You instead screamed at him with more desperation and fear.

“No way! ‘m not fucking leaving!” Bakugou barked back loud. “I’m staying right here! By your side!”

His voice snapped convicted and your face fell.

Before you could yell anything back at him, Bakugou rapidly pressed his helmet covered forehead against yours.

It only took you a moment to realize what he had done. Because just as fast your hand flew to the side of his helmet. Then the pressure, the weight, of your forehead pressed back firmly against his.

A sacred kiss shared between his kind was shared between you and him right in the halls of the Jedi temple under siege.

If this was his way to a warrior’s death, then he would gladly greet it by your side protecting you ‘till the end.

Now with soft steps Bakugou leaves the memory and arrives to the side of his bed. He starts to lean his forehead down towards yours. But, he stops, swallowing back something thick. He wants to. Shit, he’s done this before with his helmet on.

But once his eyes flicker to your sleeping face, your voice suddenly chimes into his mind.

“Not yet…just be a bit more patient okay? Wait for me.”

You speak so clearly, as if you had suddenly opened your eyes, woke up, and started talking. He hears your smile, even clearly pictures the way it warmly crinkles your eyes.

Bakugou fully doesn’t believe in the force, definitely doesn’t believe in any other mystical type shit. He just believes in you.

So Bakugou slips his helmet back on. Without hesitation he presses his forehead delicate and light against the top of your head. His eyes squeeze close tight as the tears string.

For a split moment, he thinks about Kodai. He knows that even if he had gotten to know her, maybe even witnessed more of the fierce composed dignity he saw earlier, she would never be you.

You are the only one he wants to speak the sacred vows with.

That’s why he knows. Bakugou knows it will be worth it when he fully gets to experience you and you freely see him.

The next time he removes his helmet Bakugou knows it will be at the wedding ceremony when he ties his existence to yours.

“Yeah alright I’ll wait, you hear me? I’ll wait as long as you need. Just… just please, wake up soon my damn shitty Jedi.” Bakugou whispers and it is the closest thing to a prayer he will ever say.

[cal-writes]

Speaking of zoro leaving the crew I read a fic once (that I’ve never been able to locate since ;_;) where zoro killed sanji (vis a vis the death pact evil sanji blah blah) and luffy kicked him off the crew. While I don’t think that would actually happen it was a beautifully angsty scenario.

Do you have any thought on how you think the death pact would go down? Do you think zoro would actually kill sanji if needed? I feel like it’s a scenario ripe for angsty fic but there isn’t that much about. Not even from a zosan standpoint but a whiskey peak-eque the crew wondering if they can trust zoro standpoint

i do like that in theory for its angst potential though i am doubtful oda took it as seriously as the fans did

like i feel like this might have been the payoff for this scene already. dont get me wrong i hope it isnt. i hope sanji gets to be a real character but *shaking magic 8 ball* signs are not looking good

BUT in terms of a storyline like this

zoro has some really fun morals. we are introduced to him as a ruthless bounty hunter but over time he actually hasnt killed all that many people.

p much from his introduction we know he has a very soft spot for the vulnerable and esp when forced to fight those he perceives as such he will use non lethal force.

i think it would be hard to craft a scenario where zoro felt reasonably motivated to kill any of the straw hats. power scaling bla bla but he is much stronger than a lot of them so he could probably incapacitate most of them. idk if sanji does end up turning evil id have to be in a moment in the middle of battle where there is no time for talk and i think zoro would need to see him actively hurt or kill one of the other straw hats before he’d actually consider it

the sixth movie i think did a good scenario for why zoro would work against the crew that was true to his character. like he is so duty bound he would totally help someone he felt indepted to.

(i wanted that movie to be like a one piece version of winter soldier and it wasn’t but it was still good)

in terms of the crew trusting zoro i dont think the crew really understands him at this point in canon so a misunderstanding could easily occur where they question his stance. i could see them being suspicious if sth like the vivi situation where zoro tells them she can handle it while all of them dont agree or sth. he thinks very differently than most of them

honestly if zoro ever did end up killing one of the crew i think he’d leave on his own. like the guilt from that would eat him up inside. or he would sit judgment from luffy and accept whatever punishment he deemed fit

(i still want a zoro being brainwashed or controlled tbh bc the third inuyasha movie had a plot point like that and i want this frame to be zoro

anyway)

[twistedkans]

Worn Out Puppet

→ A Scaramouche and GN!Traveler / Reader fic, takes place sometime after Scaramouche's boss battle.

Warnings: Scaramouche spoilers Characters: Scaramouche, Traveler Word Count: 869

(A/N: I started this prior to the 3.3 update, so I didn't plan for it to align with Wanderer's quest, but it's still canon compliant - 🪄) (A/N #2: I proofread this :] (pees my pants out of sheer amazement) (like a toddler) (on steroids) - 🪞)

Tired. He’s tired, and you can tell. Anyone could, really, just a single glance at his small, frail body gives away more than he would like to believe. His eyes, devoid of all light, a dull shade of blue that almost looks gray, eyelids almost completely shut, as if he is waiting for a chance to rest. He sits, back straight but his head remains lowered, as if he’s afraid of you.

You know he’s afraid of you.

A fallen soldier, the shell of a young boy robbed of the blissful ignorance that is one’s childhood, instead forced to face reality at its harshest, and pay the price for his own actions. He knew nothing but abandonment and betrayal, his mind having twisted the words to fit every instance of loss. You cannot bring yourself to blame his creator, she who he called his mother, but you can’t blame him for his own actions, either.

Not when he looks at you, ready to accept whatever punishment you would deem fit.

Not when he looks at you, waiting for you to abandon him too.

He doesn’t talk these days, not to you at least. It is a stark contrast to the person you remember fighting in Sumeru, even more so to the boy you met in Mondstadt, the “vagrant from Inazuma.” You can remember his smile, his laugh, and you find yourself missing that part of him. In this state, he truly is like a puppet.

You do recall one conversation you had with him, not long ago.

“Balladeer, are you–”

“Don’t call me that.” His sharp words were nothing but hollow in your ears. You could tell, by the way his voice strained, that he hadn’t spoken much at all.

So, he didn’t want to be the Balladeer anymore? Well, that was fine, you didn’t mind. “What would you like to be called instead?” He gave you no answer.

“Scaramouche?”

“No.” Alright, he was burying that name too. It would be difficult to commit a different name to memory, but his security mattered to you above all else.

But, what to call him…

“...Kuniku–”

“No!” You flinched away, but tried not to show any distress. He crossed his arms over his chest, his body trembling just enough to be noticed by your attentive eyes.

You waited, hoping he would say something else, at least an answer to your question. But alas, he had reached his limit, and the last thing you wanted was to upset him further. “I’ll give you some space,” you muttered, before turning to the door and leaving, careful to shut it behind you as quietly as possible.

You’ve been told of all the trouble he has been causing everyone. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he spouts nothing but insults at any of the guards and even Nahida, who’s done nothing but treat him with kindness and hospitality.

He despises humans, and he despises the gods even more. You’re neither.

“You must be so tired,” you say, and his head shoots up. He stares at you with lost eyes, although he is more attentive than before. You give him a warm smile, and he scowls in response.

“So much has happened, don’t you think?”

“Shut up.”

You pause. He glares at you, his eyes glued to you as you take a seat in one of the chairs sitting nearby. This was going to take some time.

“You’re not a bad guy, no matter what some people may say.” To that, he says nothing. You think maybe he intends to ignore you until you leave. But that’s not so bad, is it? At least now, perhaps you’ll get the opportunity to say all the things that have been on your mind these past few months.

His glare settles into a weak stare, and you are reminded of his pitiful state. “I understand you, why you keep fighting. ‘Winning’ is hopeless at this point, you have to know that. But you also know that, if you stop fighting, you’ll have to face your past, and all of those emotions you have buried deep within yourself. But, would–”

“Stop trying, whatever you’re trying to do. All of your efforts will be for nothing.”

“Because you think I’ll leave you, too?”

He doesn’t say anything as he lets his head fall. You watch his feet shift against the carpet for a moment, before turning to the window that stands next to you both. Is this a bad idea? Do you know what you’re doing?

You shake your head, pushing those thoughts away. Maybe, you would admit, you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, but this…child deserves your help.

You sigh. “I know you don’t want to listen to me, but let me tell you this: I am not going to leave you. I won’t abandon you. Even if you won’t let me help you, I will be here for you, whenever you need someone.”

There is nothing more you can offer. If he hates you, fine, but you will keep to your word.

You hear him mutter something, although you’re tempted to believe it was just the wind with how quiet his voice is.

“Thank you, Traveler.”

[felikatze]

every potential for morgan's backstory is so fucked up in different ways.

the way they only remember robin. that has to be on purpose, right? because robin's our other amnesiac of the game, and that one was an accident. they remember nothing.

and yet robin's very memory loss confirms grima's power can erase memories. what does this mean for morgan.

add in grima's last words in future past, the world morgan is from....

it's obvious fp robin changed. we can tell as much from fp robin's, well, everything, but also from morgan's dialogue.

"But I cannot strike down the kind and gentle parent I once knew... Forgive me, Master Grima. I must withdraw... I remain your servant and am ready to accept any punishment you see fit."

'I once knew' implies that Grima isn't kind and gentle anymore. Yet Morgan still recognizes Grima as their parent, without doubt. And even then, if Morgan kept all their memories of Robin, then why not these memories, too?

"...At last...I can rest... ...No one else...will suffer... ...because of me... ...Thank...you... ...I hope your lives are...filled... ...with...joy... ...... ...... ...Morgan...please forgive me... ...I put you through...so...much..."

From one line alone, it's obvious that Morgan's remaining love for Robin is reciprocated, no matter how twisted Robin has become. So. This is a world where either no time travel exists, or Lucina failed to change the past. Either way, the future Shepherds have no reason to return to the past, or no means to. After all, Naga is dead.

The only entity left with the power and reason to travel through time is Robin.

We have two options here.

1. After failing to kill player Robin, Morgan fled to the past.

Presuming somebody erased Morgan's memory on purpose, which I presume because of the specificity of their amnesia, Morgan did it themself here. And they intentionally left in memories of the kind and gentle parent, because that's what they wanted to remember. Even if they said they were willing to kill their friends and forsake everything for Grima, it becomes obvious rather quickly that there are some lines they're not willing to cross.

In this case, they wanted to forget that pain and conflict, of choosing between sides, and opted to cherry pick the best of both.

The version I believe in more strongly, though there's concrete evidence for neither, is option 2.

2. Grima erased Morgan's memory and sent them back in time after they failed to kill the future Shepherds.

After all, if Morgan says they're willing to accept whatever punishment Grima deems fit, why would they run away? And why would they be absent from the final confrontation between Grima and the Shepherds if Robin entering the battlefield at all made them worry?

Fp Grima is. A lot. But as said before, they still loved Morgan- even if they did not express it properly. Even if they were more master and servant than parent and child, in their final moments, Grima wanted Morgan to be happy. To forgive Grima for all the suffering they've put Morgan through.

If Grima saw Morgan's conflict when they returned to report their failure, there's an easy out Morgan could give them- send them to a time where they won't have to choose at all. And if Morgan's memories are erased, they will carry no guilt for a failure Grima doesn't fault them for.

Except... if you've seen me talk about Grima, you know a trait I like to play up. Their desire for Robin to be remembered fondly. Why else hide their face from Lucina and Co in FP? Why else give Robin the option to die a matyr in Awakening? And, why else erase Morgan's memories of Grima, but leave everything about Robin intact?

i just. they loved each other, despite everything. despite the apocalypse. except it's hard to raise a child when you've gone mad with grief and power. both of them remember the good times, and try to play a facsimile of family. but it doesn't work. it's harmful and broken. it was good, once.

man. fucking. grima still loved morgan, okay. despite everything. they still loved their kid. and sometimes loving someone means letting go.

[ask-healthy-light]

Nox now was hopeful her cousin would be more forgiving after she still felt worried and somewhat guilty for all the trouble she had caused with her plan.

She then walked up to Shining armor ears drooped as she began to apologize for all the trouble she caused for him and Cadence.

She then lowered her head as she said

"I will accept any punishment if you deem It necessary"

Without skipping a beat, Shining Armour gently placed his hoof on Nox's arm, and asked her to stand upright again, speaking calmly and quietly to the Dragon-Pony, who felt nervous about the judgement she figured he would give; but the kindness she heard in the voice of the Lord of the Empire before her confused her too, and she looked up with tears in her eyes as her heart started to beat faster.

Outside of her field of view, as the group silently watched on, Eclipse and Celestia slowly stepped towards the two, just in case, until a gentle smile grew on Shining's face, and he lowered his head to meet Nox at eye height; but although Nox felt more at ease when she saw the caring expression on his face, she looked away, and told Shining that she would accept whatever judgement he deemed fit.

But as he looked around at the others in the Hall, and saw Celestia and Eclipse standing only a few hooves away, Shining merely sat down as he took her paw in his hooves; and he quietly told Nox that even though he did not agree to her actions, nor those of the group, since it could have ended more disastrously, knowing how he and Lady Cadance had acted towards her and her friends, he understood.

As Nox looked back at Shining in utter confusion, as he looked over her shoulder to nod to Eclipse, he admitted that he knew there were not many ways she could have helped her friends, due to his and Cadance's measures, for which he apologised; and although he had hoped she had not resorted to such drastic measures of her own, if there was nothing left to do harm, there was no use for punishment.

Too well did Shining remember Nox's heartbreaking reaction to his horrible response when he saw her true form for the first time, but when he saw a smile slowly grow upon her teary face, he could not help but smile as well; and he opened his arms to offer her a hug, but Nox dove into his embrace at great speed before he even managed to utter a single word, and held him close as she quietly cried.

Even though nobody, not even Shining himself, knew how Cadance would react to his judgement, he was just glad to know that everyone was safe, especially Eclipse, to whom he had not yet apologised for his and Cadance's coldness; but for now, since he was fully focused on consoling Nox, only when she let go of him would he tell them about the terrible danger that awaited them outside of the Empire.

Back in the Upper Hall, Luna had just finished weeping over her re-emerging memories, but her tears started to flow again when Nox deeply embraced Shining Armour, and even though she knew these tears were not evil in nature, she had to sit down again; and as soon as she did, the Pink Pup trotted to her side, where It started to wag Its tail, and bark excitedly, as if It knew how Luna was feeling.

The smile on Luna's face could not grow any brighter, so she just started to laugh as the Pup leapt into her lap, and tried to lick her face, until she got up from the ground, and cleaned her face of the countless tears of joy she shed; and when her face was dry again, she looked through the little Pup's worn bag, knowing too well who it truly belonged to, and laid out the documents on the table.

Fortunately, it did not take Luna very long to remember that Star was still downstairs in the Hall, with everybody else, as well as the pure crystal in the bracelet, so she took a step back, and used her magic to her heart's content; and mere seconds later, everything that was in the bag was neatly sorted and organised, and she even mended the old maps and documents that had been torn and folded.

Many of the maps on the table were aeons old, and crudely drawn, loosely depicting Equestria before she and her Sister rose to the thrones, whereas others were of areas within the land documented but a hoofful of times throughout the ages; but as Luna gently pet the little Pup's head, and said that the maps were too old to be useful, the Pink Pup barked, startling Luna, and jumped onto the table.

After It had swiped aside the older maps, It pointed to one note in particular with Its paw…

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Featuring: Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse

[overlyimmersed]

The Fairy Bard's Harp

‼️THIS FIC IS NO LONGER COMPLIANT WITH THE CANON OF THIS AU‼️

"After the whole ordeal with Gowther’s memories, as everyone is calming down at sunset, Maranwe comments that she wishes she knew where her harp was. Helbram pipes up saying he knows where it is. It’s among Helbram’s things from when he was posing as a holy knight. The group goes to get it. This allows Maranwe’s first encounter with Hendrickson..." "...Maranwe makes no attempts to hide her disdain for the human, having been told about what he’d done to Helbram..." "Finally she gives her attention to her harp. An intricate, handheld lyre with a nighttime color scheme and adorned with moonflowers. She trailed her fingers over the strings and they produced a lovely sound, which momentarily distracted everyone from the fact that Maranwe was now using it as a bow, pointing a magic arrow at Hendrickson. And, for the first time, she speaks directly to him..."

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't shoot you." The fairy growls, soft and cold like footsteps through deep snow.

Hendrickson hesitates, stunned by the sudden threat, but the shock quick ebbs out of him and a resigned guilt overtakes his features.

"I can't." he says. Regret pours from his words, spoken no louder then hers had been, "I have no excuse for what I did, and I deserve whatever punishment you deem fitting. If shooting me will ease even a fraction of the pain I've cause, then do it."

She grits her teeth, grinding them in irritation, but her arms tremble slightly as she hesitates. Does he really think that's what this is about? Her feelings?! As if she could ever feel any better about all of this, no matter how many humans she might shoot! As if revenge would mend anything! It's not about payback! She's not threatening him because she wants to feel better! It's just because he deserves it! Because he caused suffering and harm! It's justice! Not some petty solace.

Her hesitancy gives Helbram the opportunity to intervene. He places his hand over hers, the one holding the bow rather then the string, hoping to encourage her to lower the weapon.

"It wasn't all his fault, y'know." he says gently, looking at her eyes, though hers are still fixated on her target. "He was being controlled by a demon. Besides, there are better ways to use that pretty harp. It's been a while since I've hear your music, why don't you play a little?"

She fails to respond at first, letting his request hang in the tense air for a moment. When she shift her gaze to him, her eyes fill with a pain that nearly makes Helbram flinch. After a few second of holding his gaze, she resigns and lowers her weapon, letting the string relax back into place and the arrow dissipate.

Helbram musters a smile for her, and leads Maranwe to the nearest chair. She sits and her muscles easily fall into old habits, pulling the lyre up into the correct position. She begins to play, her fingers gliding across the string with practiced deftness creating an unexpectedly complex melody. The sound fills the room, beautiful and lulling, if not a bit somber, and everyone present is entranced.

Once the final note fades, there's only a second's silence before Helbram starts clapping delightedly, the sound having the same illusory, echoing quality that his voice does, "That was great!"

Maranwe scoffs at the praise and rolls her eyes.

"It was." Harlequin agrees, wearing a bitter-sweet smile, "I've really missed hearing you play."

Several of the others join in, adding their own compliments. Maranwe accept them quietly, only blushing and smiling softly.

[simplygasimmer]

Vlad: "Please let me be rid of her!"

Elisabeth: "Please forgive my outburst my Lord. I did not recognize

you at first. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

Vladislaus: " Your outburst is forgiven. My awakening was not expected. I may be "dusty" as you put it, but make no mistake, I could rip your heart out faster than you can blink. I sense deceit and ambitious intent within you. I also sense regret..."

Vlad:" Grandfather, the sun has set. It's time to feed. I must warn you, a lot has changed. So allow me to show you how things are done now. "

[asterigos]

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇. 𝟐𝟗. 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐄𝐒𝐓.

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

If romance isn’t specified then the plot doesn’t have to include it. The gender-pairings listed are only applicable when it comes to romantic connections, but irrelevant otherwise.

My muse for my guys is fickle which is why there are few to no plots listed for them. If you're interested in any of my guys let me know and we can create a plot together!

ALEXIS CAINE. 37. Medical examiner (mildly corrupt). F/F.

M.E./“Client”; changes the evidence to push a case into her favor for the sake of your character who is either being wrongly charged/suspected (e.g. being framed) or is on a track for receiving a harsh punishment for something that wasn’t their fault or an accident.

Coworkers-ish; she’s convinced to work with a private detective and help them with a case. Maybe the P.I. discovered what she does: tampering with evidence if she deems the case being unfair against the suspect, whom she will meet with first prior to agreeing to work together. They could’ve baited her into meeting.

Friends to lovers; your character could be the lawyer she works with on the cases which she’s altered the evidence or someone she works with (lab tech, detective, etc.). Basically sunshine/grump dynamics.

ALIZEH ROSHAN. 37. Personal assistant (aspiring chief of law). F/F.

Boss/P.A.; she’ll try to leave as soon as things heat up.

Exes/Past affair; in a chose of the relationship or her career Alizeh would pick her career. This could’ve been why things ended or not or one of many reasons.

Rivals to lovers; coworkers, working for rival companies, or your character could be CEO of a startup that’s rivaling Alizeh’s boss’ company, etc.

CAMILLA ZHU. 58. Spy / Hitman for a criminal organization. F/F.

Hitman, Spy/Target (can be a criminal, wealthy/prominent public figure, or regular civilian)

Mentor/Protégé

Rivals; whether they work with the same organization or they work on opposing sides.

Defective agent; someone who gets her to betray her organization and either work for a rivaling organization or partner up with your character and they work independently.

Betrayal (ex-friends, lovers, or something in between); current or former partners where one betrayed the other.

Enemies to friends/lovers; forced to work together for a mission, but start out hating one another.

Forced proximity; forced partnership for a mission leads to forced proximity (sharing a room/only one bed, hiding in lots of cramped spaces that puts them physically close, etc.); this can go with any of the above ideas.

ESPERANZA CORONA. 43. Councilperson. F/F, M/F.

Exes; from before she became a councilperson.

Target/Hitman; someone is targeting her for a shot at her seat.

Rivals; a rivaling politician or up and coming politician.

EVA HAWTHORNE. 47. Socialite / Artist (anonymous). F/F.

Crime; can be pulled into crime unwittingly as an art forger.

Boss’s wife/Personal Assistant; Eva is gay but very lowkey, almost secretive, about it due to being married to a prominent man for the sake of her family. This could be a legal age gap, but no one under 35.

INGRID SALINAS. 42. Head of herpetology at a museum. F/F, F/M.

Spouses; with a rocky relationship. She doesn’t know how to fix things so she focuses more on work yet at the same time fears the relationship’s ending in the same poor way her parents’ marriage did.

Chloe; something inspired by the movie about a married woman hiring someone (but doesn’t have to be an escort in our plot, they could be a PI) to find out information on her spouse.

JAIMIE KING. 31. Black Market Dealer / Hunter (post-apocalyptic setting). F/F, F/M.

Ex-best friends; someone she abandoned or betrayed to save herself.

KALANI ENNIS. 38. Hitman / Criminal informant. F/F.

Lawful/Lawless; Kalani, seeking to try and turn her life around, starts working as an informant to help your character chase down other criminals.

Hitman/Target; The target she can’t bring herself to kill.

MARCELLA ESPADA-SHIRAZI. ~300 / 40. Vampire (can be written in a non-supernatural setting as a human). Hitman. F/F.

Almost lovers

Hitman/Target

Hitman/Hitman

Ex-friend, partner, etc.; Someone who knew her in the past as a lawyer before she became the wrathful, hollow version of herself that she is now.

Platonic or Romantic anything; Someone to teach her how to let go of her grief and channel her rage into something constructive.

REGAN SLOANE. 32. Bodyguard. F/F.

Hired for a heist; but she ends up getting close to your character who could either be a team member for the heist or the target.

Bodyguard/Client; your character could be a criminal, someone of importance, etc. that Regan has to protect.

RILEY THORTON. 35. Hitman. F/F, F/M.

Past gang member; someone who was apart of the gang she brought to ruin. They could be someone who had a high position (not the leader, as they’re deceased) and want revenge for some reason.

Investigator/Hitman; Someone who’s onto Riley, but doesn’t yet have solid enough evidence that she’s behind the gang’s collapse and this could be their big break if they can crack the story open. In this scenario Riley would work as a bartender as a cover job.

Clients; someone who’s hired her past or present and starts to be a repeat client for some reason and use this opportunity to get to know her.

Hitman vs. Hitman; someone who’s been hired to target Riley for something she did to the client that crossed them enough to want her gone.

SEVERIN VOLKE. Ancient; appears 38. Angel. Hitman / Various crime. F/F, *F/M (*for a casual relationship)

Guardian angel/Charge; Severin is a terrible angel and was exiled from Heaven for their violence and disobedience. In the process of turning into a fallen angel. They could protect your character for selfish reasons, but end up coming to their rescue (or to be a nuisance) on multiple occasions.

Guardian demon/Charge; similar to the above except Severin has nearly finished the transition from fallen angel to demon. Though they’ve embraced their chaotic nature there’s still a small part of them that’s good and that part is what leads them to protect your character.

VASCO RIVAS. 30. Thief. M/M, M/F. Original verse is historical, but can be switched into another with ease.

Thief/Target (royalty, noble, commoner)

Forbidden relationship; gap in social status

VALDIS ALMAZAN SOLVEIG. 41. Werewolf. Homicide detective / Bodyguard. F/F.

Bodyguard (maybe hitman)/Client; bonus if the client is a prominent criminal, preferably one who isn’t totally cold-hearted. Valdis could come to work as a hitman or bodyguard for your character if she comes to respect them enough.

Detective/Relative or friend of victim

Detective/Lawyer

VALERIA AGUILAR. 50. Hitman. F/F. Note: she’s immortal, but doesn’t think there’s anyone else out in the world who is as well.

Another immortal person

Scientist/Subject; someone trying to capture her in order to analyze her genetic makeup and biological structure to figure out how she’s immortal, how the accelerated healing processes work, the limits of her immortality/healing, and/or how to weaponize it, etc.

Liberation; she’s captured in a science lab, being used as a test subject but your character chooses to secretly try and help her escape despite this also putting your character in danger.

Hitman/Target, Hitman, or Client

Enemies or friends with benefits to lovers

YANMEI YIN. 53. Editor-in-chief at EXPOSÉ. F/F, F/M. Can also be written further back in her lifetime when she still worked as a police detective pre- or post-coverup scandal before quitting to pursue journalism.

Target/Hunter; someone related to a person who’s had their wrongdoings exposed by Yanmei and either are going after her themselves or your character is someone who’s been hired by someone to go after Yanmei. Doesn’t necessarily have to be a hitman!

Informant; the one Yanmei goes to for advice repeatedly. She knows they don’t work exclusively for her so she’s careful around them. The price asked of her could become more dangerous and not just about money.

Ex-spouses; Yanmei was married once, though it fell apart for a variety of reasons, but in part because of her unyielding personality although she’d have been gentler in a relationship. But still stubborn and blunt with her opinions. They’re always chasing stories too.

[prometheusinitiative]

Wren | Trial 4.3 | Breaking Point

As the votes start piling up Wren’s expression goes from distant and hardened to looking on the verge of real fear- real panic. The number climbs higher with each new person who chimes in and his hopes sink further and further.

“Wait.”

he croaks out, faintly at first. Another vote. 

“No- no please wait just- Listen!”

He looks almost desperate now. Frustrated; confused. He clenches the fist of his uninjured arm over and over, breathing heavily as he stares so hard at the floor as if it holds the answer. When he finally speaks again his voice is so weak, so small, so defeated.

“Ridley never went mad.”

he can hardly bear to look up now, eyes fixated on the floor as the events replay behind his eyes over and over.

“I’m sorry. I went after Ridley. It was stupid of me I was just so angry I couldn’t think- and then she practically handed me the weapon, she pointed it out deliberately why did she do that-”

he cuts himself off, fist closing as he takes a deep breath. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be Royce.”

the crack of his voice carries real grief now,

“I don’t know where he came from- how he got there so fast, but I swear I was stopping before he did. I realized what I’d done and I- I stopped, but he didn’t care. He saw what I’d done to her and he just kept coming at me. I couldn’t fight him off, I couldn’t get away, and then when he was strangling me I was just trying to grab for anything I could use to push him off… I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t even see what it was i grabbed until…”

he finally trails off, looking hollow and empty.

“And when it was over, I had to decide that it shouldn’t have been for nothing. I knew eventually the truth would come out, but until then, if I could have a chance at getting to the board I was damn well going to make it count.”

he finally raises his eyes to look at Jules, almost bewildered, stricken with guilt and shame.

“I lied because I thought it was my only chance. Because I knew if I told the truth outright you would all throw me to Royce’s mercy, when I know without a doubt he will not spare me for what I’ve done.” his brows furrow slightly, “yet you still- knowing what I did you still were willing to give me a chance…”

the mere concept seems to have broken some resolve in him and he drops his head down into his hand. 

“There is a man on the board who killed his own son-someone I loved, then covered up the evidence of it, and got away with it,”

his voice is thick with grief and anger combined now,

“I mean to kill him, but if you will give me the chance, I will do whatever you need of me regarding them first. I will have them free Ridley, I will negotiate freedom for all of you if you ask it of me, so long as that man pays for his crime. And afterward, I will accept whatever punishment Royce deems fit for me, but just… not yet. We don’t know yet if his execution of me will be final, and I can’t die yet- not before he does.

[keeperofquestions]

Duedephelon gave a long heavy sigh and stood up. He gave a firm but sorrowful look to Jillian. "No, nothing will change." He turns his head to a random direction. He was never able to look someone directly in the face when he knew he would feel guilty about what he had to say. "Like as not that goetia's paramour will be executed for the crime of luring him away from his filial duties while the Prince Himself will suffer whatever punishment is deemed fit, thought it is guaranteed to be far less severe."

He wasn't too sure how to bring this up, but he had to. "This is the first time there has ever been a call for a divorce of an arranged marriage in the Ars Goetia." Duedephelon explains, "I doubt King Paimon will grant it. The Kings of the Ars Goetia have ruled over Hell in Lucifer's name since before the first bricks of mortal civilization were laid after His first creations were cast out from the Garden. It has always been this way. Do you truly believe they will see a flaw in over ten thousand mortal years of unchanging rule? Or will they see one lustful vagabond who flaunted tradition for his the sake of his own selfish desires? Everything will be blamed on the affair, the offending disposable half of the problem removed, and all will be put to rights and carry on as we always have."

"The Kings would see all of Hell burnt to ash before allowing their traditions to be challenged. If I were to break from them, at a bare minimum I would be required to give up everything I have and all that I am. My name, my castle, the only thing I have left to seek out any kind of answers would be taken from me- and that is if I am allowed that luxury." He shrugged, "More than likely I will simply be ignored as a dreaming child with nothing of substance to offer. They would not want any important disaffected to think they too could leave after all. Not without far better reason anyway."

The fact none of this actually contained any of Phel's usual questions that would pop in his head as he wondered about something meant only one thing.

There was nothing to wonder about; this was simply how it was, and he had accepted it completely.

"I do not have a choice. Once I reintegrate with the Ars Goetia again, my use will be determined and my place ordered by royal decree."

"Sounds like a recipe for complete disaster to me. How in the world could the Ars Goetia expect anythin' healthy for their number, with that kinda controlling mess goin' on. Heck, it's a wonder things like what happened to the prince don' get publicly outed more often, if it's been goin' on since the start of Hell." Jillian said, her words brash but not really unkind. Her eyes softened further, as she heard how the young Goetia craved for the chance to fall in love, "That's not selfish hon, everyone should get the chance to try an' find someone they can love an' be loved back by." she assured, only to frown as he tried to brush off his concerns. "Hey hey hey, none of that- those are completely reasonable concerns ya got. An' thinkin' about whether or not you'll be able to pursue whatcha want in life isn' a 'triviality'. You may have to call it that when talkin' to the higher rankin' Goetia, but don' try that with me." she scolded lightly, before letting out a quiet, wistful sigh. "I'll say it for ya: the idea that you have to wait for a match from someone ya might not love, which might not even happen jus' because you're 'not the right rank', is a fat load of baloney an' extremely unfair." she said, standing up and placing a hand on the other's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "But ya got a long, looooong life ahead of ya, Duedrop. An' what with the prince's scandal shakin' everythin' up, maybe it'll bring into question how well these arranged marriages for the elite are actually workin' out. An' with any luck, whoever decides to keep these ol' rules in power will realize it's a crock an' will change the status quo by the time you're ready to go searchin' for a serious relationship."