#In the ambush/battle he is seriously wounded

[a-story-teller]

Had another dream story idea and it's BAD out here y'all. My subconscious said "you don't go for sad old white men yaoi? Well here's one and you have to care about it so much. Good luck"

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same…

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: genshin impact | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: neuvillette/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 0.86k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: previously established relationship, age gap, character death, angst, blood, dragon reader,

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: haven’t done the archon quest but god i’m in love w him so have this that i literally just fucking wrote start to finish

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

it’s almost cruel, how bright the sun was shining. it shone so strongly it hurt your eyes, made you squint as you gazed up at him — you, his longest lasting companion, and you, who he shields from the burning sun with his own body. the shadow his head and broad shoulders cast across your face is cool and welcome, and you ignore the way his hands shake. 

“i’d do it all over, you know,�� you whisper quietly, and he tenses at the sound of your trembling voice, his grip on you tightening. “if the gods were to grant me a second chance at life, i’d make the same decisions — i’d follow for our eternity, and i’d stay. with you.”

“stupid girl, you talk too much,” neuvillette whispers, clutching you as close and as tight as he can without hurting you. “you’re wasting energy.”

clouds, a mixture of white and grey, drift into the limited stretch of sky within your sight. you reply, “it’s never a waste. not when spent on you,” and he whimpers. 

you’ve never heard him so fearful. 

“you — you cannot-“ neuvillette’s words catch in his throat, unable to escape his mouth, and you smile up at him through battle-rouged lips. his breathing shakes, but he forces himself through it. “you aren’t allowed to do this. we swore it, many millennia ago — you and i, unparted until the end.”

you laugh softly, and it hurts. “don’t you see? lover, it is the end.” blood dribbles from your lips as a low, pained noise falls from his own, an animalistic keen that breaks your heart; you can hear his own racing — the fear is getting to him, the panic as well. 

thunder booms. 

“n-no, i said no-!” he says, his voice strong and weak at the same time, and you shakily put a hand over his own where it covers the gaping wound in your middle. 

“even you cannot deny death his prize, neuvillette,” you whisper seriously. behind him, where he kneels on the pristine stone of the courtyard where you’d both been ambushed by enemies he’d finished off in a rage once he saw you fall in a splash of blood, guards approach with young furina in tow. she locks eyes with you, glancing briefly with horror in her gaze at your husband where he holds you while his trousers soak in the pool of blood you’ve created, and hers become wide and scared.

damn it. you’d not wanted her to see; it was already terrible enough that your husband had been with you when you’d been struck, and now the charge neuvillette and yourself had taken was to watch as well? the gods must be laughing at your misfortune. 

“please,” he whispers above you, hunched small and rounded so as to shield you from a threat that had already fallen upon the both of you. he ignores furina’s arrival.  “please, do not.”

lightning flashes, a warning of what was to come. 

he was done refuting fate and denying the gods their entertainment. now he was begging you, publicly prostrating himself before the many witnesses at his back without a single care in the world as long as it meant keeping you. his hand shakes as you clutch it in yours. 

“nothing will change atropos’ claim,” your murmurs, lifting one hand to cup his face. it takes almost all of the strength you have left as you lay there, bleeding out uncontrollably, but it’s all worth it as he nuzzles his face into your palm while his eyes remain squeezed shut. 

“it’s not fair,” he whispers against your wrist, his voice trembling, and you run your thumb along the crest of his cheekbone fondly. 

“life — life isn’t fair,” you force out around bloody teeth. behind your husband, the guards stand silent and furina quietly calls out a worried question you can’t really register as the wind starts to pick up aggressively. the vast picture of the sky behind neuvillette darkens to a deep grey the color of deep sea stone, a sky that begins to grow smaller and darker around the edges of your vision as your strength runs out. your heart pangs as you stare into his eyes. they’re panicked, afraid; you fear what today will do to him. you cannot let it be worse. “neuvillette — husband, look away.”

he shakes his head, and he does not. your brow furrows faintly as he begins trembling anew. 

“n-neuvillette, please…”

no. he can’t. 

“husband-…” with a choked whine, he squeezes his eyes shut.

a soft, fading sigh roars in his ears like the deafening crashing that comes with standing by waterfalls, and a hurt gasp from furina behind him prompts him to open his eyes again. he looks down at you, unmoving but still warm to the touch, and if he were a lesser learned man he’d have been fooled into thinking you were just sleeping — but you were not. you would not ever rest again, despite being drawn into the grasps of the eternal sleep. his breathing comes and goes, unstable and messy, and his heart aches. it burns with an agony as if it’s been torn from his chest—

and it begins to rain. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Fluff with jiyan? The rest is up for you :3

Idk where this went as this feels more crack than fluff.

Long before he was a general he was a medic, and with that came a need to treat each and every one of your injuries, whether it be a paper cut or a burn jiyan felt the need and the duty to care for it and see it heal properly.

So that’s exactly what he did and it never failed to amuse you.

‘Must you always be reckless with yourself?’ Jiyan would find himself asking as he finishes up covering the cut on your upper forearm.

‘Must you always resort back to your medic days whenever I get hurt?’ You retorted, looking at his work and taking note of how the bandage didn’t feel neither loose nor too tight, it felt just as it should if it were done by the hands of a professional. It amazes you that the same calloused hands that meticulously covered your wound were the very same calloused hands that now leads an army into battle, it wasn’t something your mind couldn’t quite grasp yet despite how long you’ve been with him.

‘I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t go out and get hurt by a rouge Gulpuff.’ Jiyan replied as he crossed his arms over his chest while you smiled sheepishly at the mention of how you got where you were in the first place. You didn’t see that Gulpuff coming and that was your biggest mistake.

‘It came out of nowhere!’ You cried, waving your arms and immeditly regretting it when pain flared within your injured arm.

‘Even if you didn’t see it coming, you would’ve still been able to hear it coming.’ Jiyan explained but the moon upon your face told him all he needed to know as he added. ‘Unless you were listening to music unnecessarily loud, again. I’ve told you the danger that poses to your hearing.’

You pouted, not one for liking when Jiyan was disappointed in you. ‘Then they shouldn’t make music that makes me wanna rail loosing my hearing for.’ You muttered under your breath as Jiyan could only run a hand down his face. You were certainly something so he wasn’t quite certain why he was acting as this was anything new but getting ambushed by some Gulpuffs while listening to loud music was defiantly…something.

‘Then at least promise me that you’ll listen to music at a moderate rate, or at least have one earphone out while you’re out on your explorations, the last thing I want is you getting seriously hurt and I’m unable to help.’ He then asks as he holds your face in his hands, looking at you intently with his golden eyes.

‘I promise,’ you muttered as you melted into his hold, ‘I promise I’ll stop if it gives you peace of mind.’

Jiyan kisses your forehead before pressing his forehead against yours. ‘It very much would my dearest, it very much would.’

*a week later*

‘A Gulpuff attacked me.’ You told jiyan as you pointed to your forehead where your most recent injury was, teary eyed.

Jiyan only sighed as he got the first aid kit from the kitchen but while retrieving it he couldn’t help but smile to himself, you truly knew how to make life entertaining, even if it was your unspoken rivalry either some Gulpuffs.

[cauliflowertree]

kili—you’ve got the love.

summary: kili will do anything for you.

warnings: physical violence, fighting, battle stuff.

word count: 0.3k

fanfic no. 46.

bolg was one of the fiercest warriors with whom you had the misfortune to be caught in battle. in the midst of your head to head, kili had appeared from behind a wall of stone, ambushing bolg from behind and taking him by surprise. in the struggle, you were thrown to the ground as bolg endeavoured to fight kili off, but you were not so easily shaken.

scampering to your feet and retrieving your sword from beside you, you launched yourself in the middle of the fight, striking bolg in the chest above the metal formed into his body. kili took this opportunity swiftly, burying a sword into his back, trying to unsheathe it fast enough to aim for the neck.

however, despite the vicious blows he had endured, bolg was still quicker, striking your leg with a dagger and moving in on kili who was taken by surprise. but his flesh wounds were deep, and his initial adrenaline was wearing off.

- - - - - -

“why are you so invested in keeping me alive?” you asked with a slight smile, barely able to keep yourself upright from the physical exhaustion.

“i told you before. i’m not going let anything in this world, nor the next, harm you,” panted kili, cradling your face in his hands as he knelt before you, bolg’s body discarded a few feet in the distance.

“even if it risks harming you?”

“even if it risks harming me,” he agreed, closing his eyes as his forehead met yours.

“then please, do not try to save my life again. i could not live knowing you died for me.”

kili analysed the seriousness of your expression, determining whether or not to agree to your request. he let his eyes pour into yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he began to relax.

“okay,” he whispered, locking his lips to yours the moment the word left his lips, finally embracing the feelings for you he had allowed to grow and bloom into a well nourished flower in his heart.

🏷 @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @entishramblings @lavieenvalentina @fckmini @princess-paramour @sotwk @foralwaysandforever @whoooooisthis @velvetcloxds @mystic-writings @themarvelousbee

[mythica0]

No more suffering

Ch.1: War and Bloodshed

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A/N; welcome to my no one dies AU- written in fic form! This is part one- which will likely be put on my master post. The link to the next part will be at the end once it’s written! (Probably. I can be dumb sometimes.) luckily for me, the majority of dialogue of this chapter was basically taken right from the lyrics. Enjoy!

War and bloodshed

It’s been ten years.

Ten years that Odysseus and his men have been away from home. Ten years since he has seen his wife and son. Ten years since this blasted war started.

And now, it was about to end.

The men were sitting in a large wooden horse, ready to attack the Trojans in their sleep. It was hot, and the air was stale and unpleasant to breathe. The men were chattering quietly among themselves, not wanting to alert the Trojans to their presence, but not wanting to be entirely silent either.

After a few more moments, Odysseus speaks up.

“Alright, my brothers, listen up.”

The muttering and whispering quiets instantly, preparing for the plans and inevitable motivating speech.

“Tonight is the night we make the Trojans pay for our years of suffering. Ten years of this war, they killed many men one by one, but now- we will be the ones who slay them.”

His voice grows intense with determination and passion, encouraging his men like he was so good at doing.

“Think of your families! Think of your wives and your children, wondering where you’ve been! They’re growing old and yet we’re all still here. If you do what I say, you’ll see them again.”

There was a rousing cheer of ‘Yes, Sir!’ From all the men, full of a fiery determination. Odysseus begins to speak once more, serious and instructional, leaving no room for argument.

“Diomedes will lead the charge, Agememnom will flank the guards. Menalaus will lead everyone through the main gates to take the whole city. Tuecer, shoot any ambush attack that comes our way. Little Ajax, you’re going to stay here to make sure everyone gets back safe and attend to the wounded. Nestor, secure Helen and protect her. Neo, avenge your father- kill the brothers of Hector.”

There was another resounding chorus of ‘Yes, sir!’ Odysseus stands from the floor, encouraging the others to do the same, full of determination.

“Find your inner strength now, use that well of pride! Fight through every pain now, ask yourself inside, what do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

The men ask him in return, repeating his words, and Odysseus answers, a wistful look on his face as he thinks back to his home and loved ones.

“Penelope. Penelope and Telemachus. I fight for us.” There is a quiet yet passionate fire in his voice as he speaks. The men speak again as though in a chant, trying to rally their strength and determination.

“What do you live for?”

“Penelope.” Odysseus responds, a determined look on his face, eyes narrowed seriously as he answers to both the men and himself, to gather his strength.

“What do you try for?”

“Telemachus.”

“What do you wish for?”

“I’m on my way.” He reached for his sword, prompting the others to do the same as they gather around the secret entrance to the inside of the horse.

“What do you fight for?”

Then there’s a large war cry, “ATTACK!”

The men surge out, following the plan to the letter. Odysseus heads to the palace, towards Hector. There are the noises of war and battle all around him, blood splattering the ground as the clink of swords and cries of determination, pain and effort fill the air around him, and as the battle rages on its clear that Ithaca is winning.

Eventually he reaches the top wall of the palace, and just as he passes a small room with a curtain for a door, he’s stunned by a strong electric shock coursing through him, and he lets out a pained grunt.

“Agh! W-who was that?”

Suddenly, a large fog of clouds rolls around him, a deep voice echoing from them.

“A vision. Of what is to come, cannot be out run. Can only be dealt with right here and now.”

Odysseus is slightly shocked(see what I did there?) to see the form of Zeus rising from the clouds, dark brown hair with streaks of grey, yellow eyes and a strong build, looking serious. He doesn’t take time to process though, quickly registering the words that the god said.

“Tell me how.”

“I don’t think you’re ready. A mission. To kill someone’s son. A foe who won’t run, unlike anyone you have faced before.”

Odysseus narrows his eyes in determination again.

“Say no more. I know that I’m ready.”

“I don’t think you’re ready!”

The mist of clouds part, directing the King’s gaze to the room he passed, parting the curtains so he can see what’s inside.

It’s a nursery. Inside, there are some decorative Tapestries on the walls, and leaning against one of them is a crib, which has a sleeping baby inside. Odysseus’ eyes go wide at the sight.

“It’s just an infant. It’s just a boy.” His voice is strained and saddened, confused, cracking slightly as he continues to speak.

“What sort of imminent threat does he pose that I cannot avoid?” He speaks quietly, as if afraid to know the answer. Zeus responds anyway.

“This is the son of none other than Troy’s prince Hector. You need to know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger. One fueled with rage while you’re consumed by age. If you don’t end him now, you’ll have no one left to save!”

Odysseus’ eyes widen further, worry etched into his face.

“You could say goodbye to Penelope.”

Odysseus starts to plead with the god, as if it would change the outcome of the vision.

“I could raise him as my own!”

Zeus responds seriously, but with an air of smugness as well.

“He will burn your house and throne.”

“Or send him far away from home!”

“He’ll find you wherever you go.”

“Make sure his past is never known!” His voice grows increasingly loud and desperate, his gut turning.

“The gods will make it known!”

“I’d rather bleed for ya, I’m on me knees for ya! I’m begging, please-!” His loud pleading voice is cut off by Zeus’ booming words.

“This is the will of the gods!”

There’s a pause, and Odysseus’ next words are much quieter, still pleading.

“Please don’t make me do this, don’t make me do this!”

“The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose, all you can choose is who’s.”

The gods words carry an aura of finality, and then the clouds pull away slowly, leaving a silent, stunned Odysseus outside the room.

A few moments pass, and he walks into the room, to the crib, and stares down at the infant he has to kill.

He picks up the baby. Astynax, according to the name on the crib, and he stirs, blinking awake.

The child seems surprisingly okay with being held by a stranger, sleepily babbling and reaching out a tiny hand to pat the hair on Odysseus’ face, giggling. He feels his heart twist in his chest, as he starts to sing to the infant, a lullaby-like ballad. He knows the infant won’t remember any of this, in the underworld. But he feels so much guilt welling inside of him, and he needs to do something to try and ease that pain, if only for himself.

The ballad is gentle, and he cradles the child in his arms as he sings, holding back tears. He sings of his family, of his struggles in this war.

It hurts. It hurts so much. This child reminds him so much of what Telemachus was like when he left.

He sings that he is just a man, that he doesn’t want to do this but needs to, to save those he loves, and as the lullaby comes to a close, he walks towards the wall of the palace, letting the child see the view as he holds the bundle over the stone.

“I’m just a man~~”

With the final words of the song, he lets go of the cloth, letting the infant fall. He turns his head, not able to bear the sight, tears stinging his eyes. He hears the child laugh as it falls, amused as all children are when they fall, and it stabs the knife deeper into his heart, his chest physically aching. He doesn’t dwell and continues forward.

Not long after, Ithaca is declared victorious. He gathers his men to see little Ajax attending to the wounded as he had instructed.

No casualties. Good.

There are many wounded soldiers, but none critically so. He gathers his men and they ready to head back towards the dock, towards their ship to start the long journey back to Ithaca.

There is idle chatter, cheerful words of victory among the men, but Odysseus doesn’t process any of it. His mind is foggy, weighed down by the guilt from what he did. All the noise around him just seems like static.

They board the ship, and Odysseus heads up to the mast to give instructions. All the men can see that their captain, general, and friend isn’t doing well, but they don’t dare bring it up.

“Alright everyone. The war is over, and now we can return to Ithaca. Get in position.” His voice is dead, monotone. He sounds angry, but his men know that he isn’t actually mad at them.

They don’t know what’s on his mind, but they know whatever it is it’s bothering him and making him act angry and melancholy, with no fault to them.

He turns to face his men fully, presenting raiders in his booming voice. It’s supposed to be another inspirational speech, but it loses some of its fire from the clear mental anguish behind his eyes.

“600 men! 600 men under my command! With only one goal in mind-“

The men all respond, hoping that seeing their rallied strength and will might help Odysseus feel better, if only slightly. “To make it back alive to our homeland!”

“600 men. 600 miles of open sea. But the problems not the distance-“

“It’s what lies in between!” They once again echo in a chorus, a fire in their eyes.

“And Ithaca’s waiting! My kingdom is waiting! Penelope’s waiting, For me! So full speed ahead! Full speed ahead!”

The men repeat in a chorus his words, trying to bring confidence to their captain, sensing the pain and suffering he’s feeling. It only partially works.

The men row, chatting amongst themselves, and about an hour or so later, Eurylochus comes up to Odysseus with concern etched in his expression.

“Captain.”

Odysseus looks up, hands still on the wheel. His eyes are half-lidded, still clearly hiding something heavy behind them.

“Eurylochus?”

“We have 600 men, all with mouths to feed. But- we’re out of supplies.”

The men chorus behind him, mutters of agreement passing over them.

“Each of these men is a reason to take what we can- so what’s the plan?”

“Captain, what’s the plan?”

Odysseus speaks with determination, his passion to protect his men briefly overshadowing his inner turmoil.

“Watch where the birds fly. They will lead us to land. There we’ll hunt for food, my second in command! Full speed ahead!”

Very soon after, Polites walks up, a slight bounce in his step.

“Captain!”

“Polites?”

“There, in the distance! I see an island with a light that faintly glows! Maybe they’re people; lighting a fire! Maybe they’ll share some food, who knows?” His voice is chipper and excited at the prospect.

Odysseus looks to where Polites pointed, seeing the island and narrowing his eyes, having a strange gut feeling.

“Something feels off here, I see fire but there’s no smoke.”

Eurylochus pipes up from the side, a determined, almost angry expression. “I say we strike first, we don’t have time to waste so let’s raid the place and-!”

“No.” Odysseus cuts off Eurylochus, the guilt in his heart aiding in the decision.

“Polites gear up. You and I’ll go ahead.”

“You and I’ll go ahead!” Polites echoes cheerfully, happy that his best friend didn’t resort to violence immediately.

“We should try to find a way no one ends up dead.”

“We don’t know what’s ahead!” Eurylochus speaks, concerned. Odysseus addresses the concern with authority.

“Give me till sunrise. And if we don’t return, then 600 men can make this whole place burn. Now full speed ahead!”

“I’m glad you’re seeing things my way, Captain!” Polites speaks, chipper as always.

“Heh, you sure now how to brighten the mood, huh? We should make it to the island by the end of the day, so be ready.”

“You got it! I’ll be right back and ready to go!”

Then Polites walked off to grab his gear.

They didn’t know what awaited them on the island. But they were about to.

———THE END————————————————

Next chapter! [coming at some point!] ->

[theredqueenandthebloodwyrm]

Hatching (Catching) up on House of the Dragon Episode 5 rn!

(I know I didn’t do a post for episode 4, don’t @ me I think I had a draft but it got deleted and I was so over writing at that time).

Spoilers for Episode Five, Season Two, of House of The Dragon

Initial thoughts: Jace & Baela are the best couple, I love them so so much.

More Caraxes & Daemon, slight annoyance at the fact that the dragons look so dull their scales should be shining and bright! Full of color!

Why do we need to have Rhaena & Lady Jayne Arryn fight? This feels like more unnecessary conflict for the sake of character conflict like in the previous episodes.

I do like how the Small Council (once again) called Rhaenyra out for trying to rush headfirst into battle against Vhagar of all dragons! She can’t risk her life like that because she’s the Queen! This isn’t to say I wouldn’t want her to ever fight on dragonback but if she must, it has to be alongside other dragonriders (such as Daemon & Caraxes). I mean seriously if Meleys and Rhaenys couldn’t beat Vhagar (*granted Meleys was already wounded in the fight against Sunfyre + Vhagar’s second ambush from behind the castle of Rook’s Rest) solo, then Rhaenyra and her tiny Syrax definitely wouldn’t no matter how tired Vhagar might be. At least she’s admitting to Mysaria that “I’m the Sovereign, I can’t fuck off to do whatever especially if it’s a hazard to my life” (*see what happened to drunk as fuck Aegon riding Sunfyre into the battle of Rook’s Rest). I know that might sound like I’m contradicting myself in earlier posts about “Hey, it’s not the time for peace anymore Rhaenyra, stop fucking around with Alicent”, but there’s a difference between preparing for war, gathering a army, directing the war efforts vs fighting yourself in the frontlines. Not every leader fights in the battles, and this is especially a dangerous war to risk your livelihood as the other major claimant when your enemies have dragons. Ah see Mysaria says it herself, “There is more than one way to fight a war”.

Felt bad for the servant who Rhaenyra snapped at, was that Elinda Massey? (Couldn’t tell) I do relate to the whole ‘standing around anxiously waiting to try and ask a question’ only to get yelled at/snapped at.

WAIT ARE WE ACTUALLY GETTING SOME SCENES OF RHAENYRA AND BAELA BONDING / INTERACTING? LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO! that small snippet at the council was not enough at allll!

Poor Daemon, he is tripping hard af. I mean seriously, the worst intrusive thoughts / hallucinations ever. I do like the Maesters noting Aegon’s injuries and alluding to the existence of internal injuries, so that bit of medical knowledge (internal injuries, to what extent they know of them) is known canonically in the show-universe.

Laughing my ass off watching Alicent stand up (and sort of sway back and forth on her feet, holding onto to the table) as she declares they need a regent like she genuinely thinks she’s the one for the role of regent and that they (the green’s council) would accept her as Regent! Larys spells it out for us directly “what would it say if in response to Rhaenyra’s crowning, we raised up a woman of our own”. Rhaenyra’s usurpation by the Greens was solely based on misogyny. Alicent had no problem playing along with the rules of the patriarchy, of levying insults against Rhaenyra based on the fact that she was a woman (and a woman who didn’t suffer endlessly in a marriage and instead found her own love and solace) and Rhaenyra’s first husband Laenor based on the fact that he was gay. Yet she has the audacity to feel enraged that the council is denying her power? She had already lost any power she once had when Aegon took the throne because of how she raised her children, excused their actions, etc.

I know I’m SUPPOSED to care about Hugh and his family, sick dying kid and all that. But I really don’t? Granted this may be because I’ve read the wiki/know the book spoilers so…? Same with Ulf, I just can’t muster any ounce of fucks to care. I’m enjoying Alys Rivers though, fr!

Alicent’s getting on my nerves so much, “You know what he [Aemond] is, what he has somehow become.” Like she hasn’t raised him? Lived with him? Encouraged and excused his actions? How is she so shocked when she not only a few episodes ago was exuding her son’s murder of Lucerys (a child on a much smaller dragon, who was acting as a messenger protected by customs and who had honorably refused to fight Aemond).

VERMAX! JACE AND VERMAX! JACE DOING MORE DIPLOMACY LET’S GOOOOO! FAVORITE PRINCE AND HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE! Jace channeling that inner Daemon “You fear a dragon leagues away when mine own sits outside your walls?”

Small tangent: digging the costume designs for whoever that Lady Frey is, costume designers go hard in this season seriously.

I don’t dig the characterization of Daemon being all “I want the throne for myself and Rhaenyra will rule beside me”. Call it bias towards a character I like, but the previous episodes of Daemon being all “call me king not prince, was heavy handed and over done, and technically speaking he’s been officially recognized as King consort by Ser Simon Strong so we know that his title was presumed to end up being King Consort to the ruling Queen, so requesting to be called King isn’t necessarily some far fetched ploy for power and to undermine Rhaenyra—it’s just an expected title. We know that he’s supporting Rhaenyra (even in their marital spat), that he’ll dirty his hands to get revenge for her (avenging Lucerys’ death in a manner he saw fit—which put him at odds with Rhaenyra but he was doing it for her however misguided). We already had their conflict established in episode two, that Daemon’s actions made Rhaenyra unable to fully trust him, he was hurt by that and ran off to Harrenhal, hasn’t returned her letters, etc. I don’t think we needed more of a “Boohoo I still want the throne and boohoo Viserys” from Daemon. Even Ser Alfred doesn’t think Daemon would raise a host for himself. I’m not saying we shouldn’t have a cunning grey character, I mean that’s what Daemon is, but I don’t see why we couldn’t have him completely loyal to Rhaenyra (show-wise).

Baela and Corlys’ scene is so good. Baela being all “My grandmother is a Targaryen Princess and dragonrider”

“I am blood and fire” is an iconic line, like yeah Baela you are a Targaryen by name, by father, by dragonrider. Seriously digging seeing more Baela & Jacaerys.

Ser Willem Blackwood is an utter fool, I swear. Daemon was rather clear in his wording that there are some things the crown must not be seen doing, implying that “hey if you wanna fuck up the Brackens go ahead, just don’t say I gave you the green light” (therefore that means no flying the Queen’s banners!).

There’s an interesting implication in the line in which Rhaenyra says Rhaena nearly lost her life in the last attempt to claim a dragon, was she trying to claim Vermithor? Silverwing? Clever Jacaerys working with his momma to get some new dragonriders! Love his smug little face.

[number-one-breezepelt-hater]

Yarrow au that pop into my head.

Warning it gets pretty dark.

Ok first events Yarrow in life play out pretty much the same, Frost is pregnant and goes to Shadowclan, lies about who the kits father is, etc BUT one with one small change. Darkstripe intentionally charms Frost and they become mates. Why Darkstripe does I haven’t figured out yet but doesn’t love or any attraction towards (because he’s big gay for Tigerstar.) so definitely for an ulterior motive. Either way Darkstripe proofs to be a terrible stepdad and mate so Frost and him start verbally fighting. They are hardly mates at this point (Not they really were in the first place anyway.) and Frost wonders what happened the sweet cat she used to know. Yarrow and his siblings hate Darkstripe but Yarrow especially Darkstripe because is especially cruel to him, singling him out for being weak and taking away from Tigerstar attention. Eventually while alone with her kits reveals who their biological father is. Unfortunately Darkstripe was hunting near that area and followed them in secret and overheard. He tells Tigerstar and this time instead of Tigerstar planning to kill the kits, he calls a clan meeting. He reveals the secret to everyone, tells everyone who told him the secret, and exiles them, having warriors viciously chase them off the territory. Frost is seriously injured during the exile chase. They ended up in the city and unfortunately due her wounds from the exile, how it hard to find food in the city, and the fact no healing herbs can be found there, Frost dies.

As she’s dying she makes her kits promise to get revenge for her death. Yarrow takes this to heart, and vows to give Darkstripe the painful death he deserves. Eventually some Bloodclan members find him and his siblings, starving, and malnourished and they take pity on them. They take them to scourge who lets them join Bloodclan. Thistle is hesitant, about joining Bloodclan, not agreeing with their morals, but joins for survival, and Violet joins for survival as well, not really agreeing with Bloodclan’s moral either but Yarrow sees as a way to get revenge and ignores the violence. Thistle keeps her name but Violet and Yarrow change their names. Violet changes his name to Claw and Yarrow changes his to Fang. Yarrow now Fang quickly becomes infamous for ruthless towards those who cross him or Bloodclan in general, he appears to be intensely loyal to Bloodclan on the surface, only him and his siblings knowing just waiting until he can use Bloodclan to get his revenge, and once he does he will leave and spend the rest of life as a rogue. The whole Tigerstar death thing happens, who know the drill, yada yada yada. Before the Bloodclan battle between the clans happens, Fang find Darkstripe and stalks him. Not killing him because he knows scourge will punish him for killing without orders to do so.

The battle between Bloodclan and the clans happens. Scourge is killed by Firestar and a bunch of Bloodclan cats die and unfortunately Fang’s brother dies but Thistle survives by running back to the city. Fang is thought to be dead but isn’t, just heavily injured, losing his right ear, nub tail, and right eye, and unconscious. Darkstripe is thought to be death as well but is unconscious and heavily wounded as well. Fang could not spot him during the battle. Fang wakes up sees the dead bodies, finds his the body of his brother, mourns, then finds Darkstripe, sees he’s still alive, grabs him by the scruff and skidaddles with him before the the clans can come back. He takes Darkstripe to some isolated part of the forest, shoddily patches him and himself up, and waits for him to wake up. Once Darkstripe is awake, Fang waits to see if he recognizes him. He doesn’t so explains who he is and what is going to do to him. Darkstripe is understandably terrified and tries to run but doesn’t get very far. Fang ambushes him and painful and slowly kills him. He then takes Darkstripe’s body and puts it on Shadowclan’s border. He goes back to the city before a patrol shows up. With both Scourge and Bone being dead he declares himself leader over what little is left of Bloodclan and no is brave enough to challenge him.

I haven’t decided what happens after that. I’m thinking maybe Firestar hears Bloodclan is back and is like gotta stop that, gets himself on Fang’s shit list and they have a climactic final battle when the clans are leaving to the new territories and he gets hit by a car or something or his sister kills him just to stop the blood shed and violence. Or maybe he get redeemed or something.

[sometimeskaiju]

Session 3: The Alpha Omegas have difficulty flying their stolen Barracuda, but manage to just barely (thanks to everyone assisting and a Benny) avoid crashing. The radio comes to life! Their Barracuda is now reported as having fired on another unit, aand all units are ordered to pursue!

They do manage to make it to the outpost, where they blast a door wide open, and thread the needle, skidding down the long hallway and coming safely to a stop. The guards immediately attack!

This battle was a slog that lasted almost the whole session, some of which was struggling with Roll20's interface, but mostly just a LOT of foes. Turns out, the garrison was not at reduced staff after all, and the plot was an ambush!

The gift focused on teleporting around to find the armory, but on his own stumbled across 4 fully armed Fins, aand he ran, wisely. Grave Mistake followed Uthrek into the Scrum, forgetting he was an unarmored and squishy spellcaster, taking several phase rifles to the face and spending most of the fight wounded - and that -2 penalty was going to seriously hamper his effectiveness.

Major Zen'cha and the Glocktopus stayed in the main hallway with the ship, plinking off drones and war spheres as they poured out of various chambers.

Gift got back to the group, reported the armory location, and got on the radio to negotiate surrender. Glocktopus loaded up with fusion grenades, tossed them through, and obliterated the Fin guards. Meanwhile, Ufrek got stuck monologuing about how ineffable, insufferable, and infamous the Omegas were, leaving Grave to duck for cover and whiff on a few dark bolts.

Just as the Glocktopus started raiding the armory, Gift teleported to the enemy Barracuda, now just about to land, which was his plan all along, keep them talking long enough to establish a connection he could teleport through! Dropping some bombs and teleporting out, unfortunately causing only Minor damage. The enemy will be acting at a 1 wound penalty, but for now, they're poised outside the escape route, and ready to fire!

More to come!

[1indigoisles]

Chapter 3 - Excerpt 1

Alright so this is just a small look into what Chapter 3 is going to be about. I meant to add more to it, but that would just make it a lot longer than my excerpts generally are, so here you are.

“What would we tell him? How would we even start?”

“From the beginning, obviously.”

“Like... the 1867 beginning?”

“Maybe from the-beginning-of-the-world beginning.”

“Would he even listen to us? He’s been through a lot, you know.”

“You don’t know Kenneth. He’s tough, he’s patient. If answers are what he wants, then he’ll listen to you people for hours.”

********************************

My eyes snapped open.

Okay, maybe that was a mistake, I thought, as a bright light hit my eyes the second I opened them. I immediately tried to blink it out, the initial spark of pain petering away as I did. I felt groggy, like I’d been sleeping for days on end, sleeping for so long I was almost sick with it. My mouth tasted foul, I was sure my hair was almost irreparably messed up, and I felt so unwashed that I itched to take a nice, long shower, preferably one that lasted a month.

I attempted to sit up, which was another foolish mistake on my part. I groaned aloud as I forced my rigid bones to cooperate, which they did to an extent, until pain seized me and forced me back on the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” came a voice.

I opened my eyes again, immediately searching for the source of the voice. As my eyes finally adjusted, I found I was in a long room with baby blue walls, wooden floors, and a high ceiling. To my right, I saw a couple dozen pristine beds with wooden frames spaced at least a metre away from each other and pressed against the wall, one of which I currently sat on. There were two large windows on the wall opposite to me, presumably where the bright light had come from and woken me up.

At the centre of the left wall were two heavy-looking white double-doors. Above it were some words painted in silver that looked like they were in another language. They were written in a careful, curvy script, and looked more like a drawing than an actual sentence. One of the double-doors was open, and a bright head stuck into the room.

“Jolene!” I exclaimed, as memory came back to me in a sudden rush. The shadow creatures, the fight, the glowing weapons, Rowan, Scarlett and Jolene in armour.

Jolene bleeding.

“Are you alright?” I asked as Jolene stepped into the room, looking none the worse from her ordeal. She was wearing a simple white top covered by her leather jacket and ripped jeans that looked like they ripped just out of old age.

Jolene’s eyebrow shot up. “Seriously?” she demanded. “That is the first question that comes to your mind after seeing a bunch of teenagers battle huge black cloud-monsters?” She let out a breath before I could answer. “I’m fine. Desiree fixed me up. Also, thanks for saving my life back there.” She said the last part in an off-handed manner, like I’d brought her a cup of coffee instead.

“Wait, Desiree?” I asked. “How would she know how to treat wounds? I mean, she’d helped me once at school after gym but-”

“I know about that,” said Jolene. She looked equal parts guilty and amazed, although I wasn’t not sure why. “We know about that. We’ve been keeping a closer eye on you than you think.”

My own eyebrow shot up. “So you and Rowan and possibly Scarlett have X-Man-like powers. Three creatures that I have never seen before in my life ambush me and tell me a lot of creepy things before you and Rowan jump in and start fighting them like it’s straight out of an action movie. And now you’re telling me you spied on me too? Why?”

“To understand,” Jolene sighed, “we’d have to explain from the beginning.”

She moved a little bit to the side, and four people entered the room: Rowan Frost, Scarlett Raynott, Desiree Raynott, and-

“Lila?” I stared at my mother, who looked like she hadn’t slept in a while. She was wearing loose and light clothing, which wasn’t her style at all, and her hair was tied in an untidy ponytail, like it was done in a hurry. Her eyes were the same emerald green of forest streams, but they held an innate sadness and a strange fear that was so unlike Lila that it troubled me.

“Hey there, Ken,” she said, “You alright?”

I looked at her skeptically. “How long was I out?”

“Three days,” Desiree piped up, looking entirely wretched.

I glared at the other four. I didn’t know them well, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be angry at them. All of them had interacted with me and pretended like everything was normal when clearly it wasn’t. Except Scarlett, though. She and I had never really spoken, and when we had, she hadn’t lied.

Nothing would make sense even if you did.

Strange, how the one person I knew the least in this room was the only one who’d been honest.

Right now, however, she had a blank expression painted on her face, indifferent to all the world around her. Her sister, on the other hand, looked guiltier than anything, Rowan was looking at Jolene questioningly, and Jolene looked as though she was working out what to say. Lila still had that strangely sad expression on her face.

“Kenneth,” Jolene said, “we know you have questions and-”

“Well that is excellent,” I said dryly, “how kind of you to consider that I have questions about this place and you people.”

Jolene looked unperturbed. “Would you be ready to listen to really long story, like history-of-the-world-long story?”

“How long am I being held here?” I asked.

“24 hours,” Desiree answered.

“Well then,” I said, trying to etch as much finality as I could into my tone, “you have 24 hours. Explain.”

[bushido-jack]

@featherchan

The battle had been arduous, but it had been won. Jack stood among a field of scrap metal, robot minions destroyed all around him, still smoldering from meeting their recent ends. Experienced eyes scanned the remains, the sharp bits of metal never to harm again. It had been an ambush. Aku’s forces must have followed him down this path. The map he had been using, since destroyed in the battle, had been gifted to him by a stranger who had told him about a legend of a magical gateway hidden to the east.

Aku must know I am getting closer to his doom, Jack thought. I must hurry.

He knew Aku would stop at nothing to delay Jack and destroy anything that could give Jack the upper hand. He waded forward through the metal bodies, through and back on to the trail. Although the map was gone, he remembered the way. As he walked, he rid himself of the bits of tattered cloth still clinging to his chest, the upper part of his gi having been shredded in the battle. Although he hadn’t been seriously wounded, he had been cut by the many sharp weapons that had accosted him from all sides, cuts which now stung at his skin as he pulled the remaining cloth away.

He hadn’t made it more than halfway through the forest before something alarmed him. He had felt fine after the battle, but now… he was beginning to feel weak, uncoordinated, and ill. He had tended the wounds as well as he felt he could spare his time and resource, but he hadn’t thought much of the cuts until now. None of them had given him cause for alarm… but it seemed the danger was hidden. Poison! It must have been! The robots from before… they must have had poison on their weapons, to fester in the cuts they created… The moment he had felt it, he had begun to look for plants to cure the effects. He knew many, and much of which could be found in the wild, to treat any suspected poison or to stave off the effects. However, as he began to search, it seemed the forest was getting darker, the air thicker. In moments, just as he had noticed the poison, a fog had descended around the forest, dimming the light, obscuring his vision. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t see barely a stride in front of him, let alone the path ahead or any plants he would need to treat the poison. Despite the setbacks, he continued, although the search only served to weaken him further… with clenched jaw and fists, the samurai forced his body onwards, hoping it was the right direction.

No! I refuse to succumb! I will not! Aku’s minions will not stop me! He repeated the words to himself over and over, sweat and furious determination in his brow as it became more and more difficult to move, to breathe, to think…

His body felt numb, save for the waves of dull pain passing through his veins as he stumbled through the forest, what vision that hadn’t been cut from the mist now dimmed by illness, the samurai struggling blindly to make it out and into the light, every step a stubborn will to continue. It had been hours of this blind wandering, and his body could not take much more, already pushed far beyond the limit where most would have collapsed long before. Pausing to catch himself, he could see the faint silhouette of a figure looming in the fog. Desperation overtook him. He needed a way out now, or it may be too late. He knew not whether it was friend or foe, yet he was forced to take his chances. He took one step forward, towards the shadow, before the world seemed to toss and turn, spinning and twisting, sending him off his feet and to the ground with a hard thump. Shaking hand reached upwards, seeing the figure drawing nearer.

“Please, help me…” He managed to wheeze out in a final effort, before he finally gave in to the poison, the world darkening into nothing.

[iridawn]

pecca has made me realize the opposite idea is really good, too. that being hunter irida and vampire dawn. so.... yknow.

dawn is still trans. i said so

(also same thing here. no pokemon)

irida is a hunter who's somewhat fresh to things but holds an incredibly strong amount of determination in her heart.

trained by gaeric when she was younger, she now vows to protect the people of the land, especially since gaeric is too old to do so in the state he's in. she travels across the vast lands, trying to not only make a name for herself, but to help people out in any way she can.

though she may seem inexperienced, her training has made her quite formidable with a blade, and she's a force to be reckoned with. she hunts to ensure the safety of the land, and to support gaeric as well.

irida hears of a case where a small village has been ambushed nearby, as worries get out that others are at risk. a vampire, no less. wanting to stop this for herself, she sets off, her heart set on slaying the beast.

she arrives to find the vampire in the midst of enjoying the spoils of her hunt. she was done already, basically, but irida just intends to stop her while she can. arriving, she does her best to try and catch the vampire off guard with a sneak attack, but she notices it, swiftly dodging it.

"well, aren't you a bold one?"

"speak not with your words, foul beast, but with your might. i shall stop you here and now!"

"getting straight into things... i like it! let's have fun, shall we?"

and so, they fight. for what it's worth, irida puts up a HELL of a fight. she gets in some pretty good blows, but she's nowhere near close to winning. she's still inexperienced, and the vampire's a lot better than she anticipated.

falling to a knee, she wonders if this is the end. she doesn't want to give up, but she's entirely out of energy. she doesn't want to accept her demise, here, but she's got to stomach it.

"...get it over with."

"where's the fun in that?"

she's got a sly look on her face, now, holding up irida's face to get a good look at her, smiling ear to ear. why would she finish her off, especially after a battle like that, one that gets her so amped up? she hasn't had a battle like that in years. she wants to fight her seriously again — it was a thrill.

"besides," she comments, "i'd hate to kill such a pretty face."

before taking off, leaving irida to her own devices, she says one thing.

"the name's dawn. let's fight again soon, cutie."

left defeated, beaten down, and now having a very bad case of gay panic that she forces herself to ignore, irida retreats, resting off the wounds of her battle. she's fine, but her pride's a bit hurt. it doesnt effect things, however.

she'll get to her eventually. she vowed to protect this land, and she knows she'll see dawn again. and hopefully, she'll be strong enough to finish the job.

(...even if thinking about that face makes her chest flutter in a way that annoys the everloving hell out of her. but she'll push on, regardless.)

yknow i started thinking about it again and i wanna get my rough ideas of the vampire/vampire hunter idea i had. its VERY, VERY rough, mind you, and honestly it's probably out of my ability to write so it wouldnt be for a very long time, let along something i actively pursue, but...

dawn's the hunter, irida's the vampire. dawn's still trans. she always is. i refuse to create a version of dawn that isnt trans

no pokemon, but characters are taken from it. just a bit easier that way, really.

dawn's trying to just do her job and make ends meet, so to spaek. she's good at what she does, and while she's not the most accomplished around, she's been recognized enough. she's just trying to live her life, getting her pay, and not worrying about much else. she's not overly cocky, but she's pretty proud of her work. she specializes in guns, cause that's kinda cool

irida is the latest in a family of vampires that's been around the area of a local village dawn's wandered into, reports of vampires popping up for years and nothing ever being done about it. she got tipped off from a buddy of hers, lucas, that they've been dealing with that for a while, and she's been looking for a gig, anyway. they seem to want to pay real good for her head, anyway.

and so, dawn makes her way, castlevania style, to this empty, almost chilling castle that holds the vampire. no obstacles in the way, nothing to slow her down, nothing. to her, it's a quick, easy, in-and-out job. she's done this before.

but as she enters into the rather cold abode, she's almost immediately attacked. she's asked to leave -- just make this easy for the both of them.

"not happenin'. one of us is leaving here dead, and it won't be me."

"...very well, then."

dawn....

dawn gets SMOKED. like holy shit dawn gets MESSED UP. irida's out of her league, and she got a little too cocky. she's able to deal some significant blows, which impresses irida enough, but it's clear she's outmatched. as she lies on the ground, silently accepting her fate, knowing that she's just becoming a meal, she makes an off hand comment that at least the last view she sees is pretty nice.

...

"hmph." a smirk on the vampire's face, she instead just takes some of the blood leaking out of a wound from dawn as opposed to just feasting on her straight up. she leans down and grabs dawn's face, gently as she stares into her eyes.

"i like you, hunter. let's talk again at some point."

and she's gone. dawn, meanwhile, is left very confused, her pride wounded, but also, kinda flustered about it cause she definitely just got hit on. by a god damn vampire.

...

dawn just collects whatever shattered parts of her pride she could find and leaves. she simply tells the people that the vampire got away, but she still drove her back, still getting some pay for her troubles.

and yet, she almost wants to continue hunting her down. after all, she not only has a record to settle, but...

she can't deny, she wants to see that face again

(this is absolutely super rough, but i might do something with it in the future. probably just a one off. it's fun lmao)

[wordsfromthesol]

The Set-Up

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You are Dinah's younger sister. Word Count: 2,410 A/N: I know it’s been awhile so if anyone wants on/off a taglist just let me know!

"Alright, Roy, you got me here. What's so important?" You called out as you stumbled into what the Outlaws deemed a safehouse. Their standards were pretty low.

"We needed a fourth, okay! Go get Jason and I'll brief everyone." Roy hurried you out of the room that he and Kory were already set up in. You sauntered up to the closed door and knocked.

"Jason, you decent?" You shouted as your fist rapped against the wood.

"Well I'm not morally decent, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking. Though I can be without pants if that's what you prefer --" Jason's voice trailed off as he swung open the door and was met with your face. Clearly, he figured the person on the other side would be Roy or Kory. His face slightly reddened as he reached back and grabbed a shirt.

"I mean…maybe not right now. Roy needs to go over the mission with us." You winked at his obvious embarrassment before trotting off in the direction you came from. Jason quickly caught up with you.

"I…uh…I didn't know Roy asked you for help."

"Yeah he didn't really tell me much. Just that you guys needed a fourth. Not sure why he thinks I'll make that much of a difference.

"Guess we should go find out." Jason raced past you, hoping to avoid further embarrassment, but stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the living room. Roy and Kory were both staring at him, trying to hold back fits of laughter. "What is this all-important mission Y/N was recruited on?" He asked in an attempt to redirect their attention. You walked in behind Jason just in time to get the answer.

"Not really all-important…" Roy's voice reeked of mischief, "just better to have four than three. Then we can do two teams."

"You do know that I have my own agenda. I'm not just sitting around waiting for your call."

"Oh Y/N/N! Don't think of it like that, I practically begged him to ask you. I seriously need some more girl time." Kory piped in to release some of the building tension.

"Uh-huh, sure. Roy, what are we doing?"

"Right. Human trafficking, finally got a hit on this group. Think it's their main smuggling port. There are two docks to check, so two teams. See, I do have a plan. Kinda…"

"Hm mm" you mumbled, still not fully believing him, but you let him continue anyways. You didn't fly out here for nothing.

**

Hours had passed and the four of you sat near the docks, waiting for the cover of nightfall. The smugglers, however, did not. You grabbed Jason's arm and began running towards the dock as soon as you saw a boat pulling into the harbor.

"What are you doing?" Jason mumbled as he ran to keep up with you.

"Are you blind? There's a container ship pulling into the docks. The dock that Roy told us to watch."

"The sun is still setting. There's no way they'd be that stupid." He tried to reason with you, but your pace didn't slow.

"Maybe they just paid the right people. Or killed them." You retorted though the timing was eerily suspicious. Both of you came to a halt when you only saw four guys. Sure, they had guns…but it definitely wasn't enough to warrant extra help. You glanced over at Jason in utter disbelief. "You want me to sit this one out or…"

"Let's just get it over with." Jason was clearly just as agitated as you were. The "battle" lasted only a few seconds and your trip back to the rendezvous spot was completed in utter silence.

"So…Roy. Why the fuck was I needed here?" Holding nothing back, you cried out as soon as you saw his red costume appear in the distance.

"Woah, hold up there. Must've gotten some bad intel. It happens. Better safe than sorry."

"Yeah well next time be sure. I do have my own cases and crime rings to dismantle." You walked off in a huff, determined to find your own way back. You didn't know what exactly Roy was up to, but you knew you wouldn't like it.

**

Months passed since the pointless mission with the Outlaws. You had gotten back to Miami, your home for the time being as you investigated a new drug trade route coming up from South America. Finally, you had made some progress, only said progress led to you being pinned down behind some wooden barrels.

"These aren't going to last long," you mumbled as you dialed Kory on your phone. No answer. "Fuck." Roy was next.

"Y/N, can this wait --" You hear the wind get pushed out of him just as the sentence finished.

"Hm not really. Kinda been pissing off the wrong people and now I'm pinned down."

"Fuck." Roy mumbled as he threw a punch towards the jaw of the unsuspecting thug.

"I tried Kory, but -- shit…" You watched as the barrels splintered around you.

"Off-world. I'm patching in Jas --" Roy stopped a syllable short, you assumed dodging his own bullets. You didn't wait for him to finish.

"Yeah look. I'm in Miami." You heard Jason mumble your name but continued on. You didn't know how much longer you would have. "Pretty sure they'll take me alive. Heard through the grapevine the boss wants the honors himself." You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a bullet pierce through your shoulder. You took a few steadying breaths before continuing. "I have a tracer in my mask. I'll try to keep it on as long as I can. If you can't track it for some reason, call my sister." You didn't hang up the call before slowly raising your hands above the splintered barrels. "Take me to your leader," you exclaimed in your best alien impression, all while trying not to laugh.

"Do you think this is a game?!" One of the thugs screamed at you as they inched closer. You just shrugged, waiting to either be killed or taken. "Well grab her, idiots!" Two men hesitantly walked towards you, guns still drawn.

"Should I tie myself up? Would that be easier?" At this point, your sarcasm was the only thing keeping you sane. Finally, they got within striking distance and everything went black.

"Y/N? What's happening?!" Jason frantically began calling out your name as he was met with silence. Roy eventually spoke up.

"Jason. I hope you're on your way. I'll meet up with you as soon as I can, but I need to get ahold of Dinah first." Roy had no idea what he was going to say to her.

"Even in the jet, it's going to take 2 hours to get there…" The reality of the situation set it. "But I'm taking off now." Jason tried to push the horrific thoughts from his mind.

**

You woke up tied to a wooden chair. Not surprising.

"So, where's the boss?" You forced the words out, willing yourself into consciousness.

"Don't worry girlie, he's on his way…though I suppose there's nothing wrong with having a little fun first." The goon smirked as he flipped a knife in his hands.

"Well, you wouldn't want to damage the merchandise." You could tell he wasn't sold, so you continued. "I mean I'm dead either way, right? Wouldn't want you to risk your life as well…" He just stared blankly at you while the gears turned in his mind. Finally, he let out an exasperated huff and turned his back to you. At least you were able to buy yourself a little more time. Though you had a feeling it still wouldn't be enough. As your head began spinning, you looked down at your shoulder. The blood was still pouring out of the wound. "Of course…" you mumbled as the dizziness intensified. You were going to have to think of something quickly.

"So, how'd you get stuck with this job? Or are you just some disposable errand boy who got lucky?" You began antagonizing him as you attempted to saw through the ropes with the small blade that discharged out of your gloves.  

"Lucky?" He turned towards you with a villainous look plastered across his face. He sauntered towards you and placed his hands on either side of the chair. "I've been following you. I know your patterns. When you strike. That ambush was calculated and planned. Boss sent me 'cuz he knew I'd get the job done." Before he could push himself up from the chair, you launched forward, ramming your head into his. As he crashed to the floor, another burly man rushed into the room. You managed to free one of your legs just in time. As he stumbled backward you bent down in an attempt to free your other leg. The man lunged at you again. Pulling the other leg free, you circle around and hurled the chair at him. You let out a huge sigh of relief and slid to the floor as he landed atop the first assailant.

**

Jason watched as men patrolled around the building. Just as he was about to move Roy's voice came over the comm, "Have you found her? What's the situation? I'm still an hour out."

"I found her. They have four guards patrolling. Heavily armed. I found an opening."

"Four patrolling…you can't get any intel about who's inside? I think you should wait for me to get there." Roy already knew there was no hope of that.

"We may not have a chance if I wait. I'm going in."

Jason heard his best friend sigh, before eventually relenting. "Keep me updated. I'll be there when I can." Jason saw his opening coming up again. He moved quickly and quietly, sliding into the open door. He took in his surroundings, trying to not alert anyone of his presence unless absolutely necessary. He didn't want to give any of them a reason to shoot you…that is, if you were still alive. As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with a brutish man. Jason launched himself forward, knocking them both to the ground as he muffled the goon's mouth with his hand and encapsulated his neck. It only took a few seconds before the guard was out cold and Jason continued lurching down the hallway. He stopped short of a closed door. Jason took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever awaited him on the other side.

**

You were jolted awake a few moments later and looked around to find the two men still unconscious on the ground. Crawling over, you pulled at one of their jackets and cut off a long piece. It took the last bit of your energy to tie it around your still bleeding shoulder. As your eyes began to flutter closed once again, they shot open at the sound of the door opening. You forced your head upwards and let out a faint chuckle at the familiar Red Hood that looked down at you.

"Solis!" Jason's eyes went wide as he saw the amount of blood in the room. "Shit alright. I need you to stay awake, okay?" You nodded and forced your eyes open as Jason dove down beside you, properly retying the fabric around your shoulder. Jason stared at you for a few moments before pushing himself up and firing a single shot down the hallway. You watched intently as the goons came running in, Jason plowing through them in a matter of minutes. Jason scooped you up, not bothering to try and gather any further information from you.

**

You woke up in a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your brain began piecing together the events. Jason had come to get you, then put you in a car, brought you here, sewed up the wound…you wondered how long you'd been asleep. The door creaked open and you saw both Roy and Jason standing in its frame.

"You're awake! Thank fuck, D would've killed me!" Roy rushed over and embraced you.

"Yeah probably…" You were speaking to Roy, but you couldn't take your eyes off Jason. There was something there, unspoken, that you couldn't remember. What had happened? How long had you been asleep? As if reading your mind, Jason spoke up.

"It's only been 12 hours," he watched your eyes go wide. "Before you freak out, you lost a lot of blood and were barely hanging on to consciousness. 12 hours is not that many. You'll still be weak." Jason began to step towards you but hesitated. Roy immediately noticed the awkwardness his presence brought.

"Imma just…I'll go get us some food…or something." Roy pointed towards the door and rushed out.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"No…I just. I was worried." You leered at him, knowing that was not what you were missing. You carefully sat up and swung your legs over the bed, determined to get to the bottom of whatever feeling this was. Once you attempted to stand, Jason was at your side in a fraction of a second. "I just said you would be weak…" he mumbled out.

"Well I have to go to the bathroom and you aren't giving me answers anyways." You tried to push him away. It unsurprisingly did not work.

"How long have I known you? For once, just stop being so damn stubborn!" He grabbed your shoulders, in an effort to steady both of you.

"I dunno like 8 years…" you grumbled out, unsure if the question was meant to be answered.

"Yeah well for 7 and a half of those I've loved you. And it just hit me that you could die…hell I could I die, and you wouldn't know." His hands traced down your arms and collapsed at his side. "I guess that just broke me, okay? Are you happy now?!" The anger in his voice rose.

"So how about those pants now?" You smirked, trailing your eyes over his body. Jason's eyes lit up as he began to laugh, recalling the situation from months prior.

"Maybe not right now…let's wait until you can stand on your own."

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY GOD DAMMIT!" Roy screamed from the doorway. Neither of you knew how long he'd been there, but that didn't deter Jason. His lips smashed into yours while his arms enveloped you.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Roy screamed as he threw his hands up in the air.

[kaelea-majere]

Updated Fic Ideas List

*These are in no particular order, and while I will try to get to all of them, I can’t promise anything. Inspiration usually decides what gets written, first. The muses are fickle, after all.

-Satisfaction Brings You Back-Angels of Death-(Issac Foster x Female Reader)-The mundane drudgery of daily life is seriously getting to you. One night, while walking your dog in an abandoned park, you have a terrifying, but thrilling encounter. Desperate to relive that sweet rush of adrenaline, you dig deeper, and before you know it, you’re involved with the infamous serial killer Issac Foster. (Intended to be a shorter fic. Have written a little of the rough draft.)

-(title pending)-My Hero Academia-(Tomura Shigaraki x Female Reader)-After finally saving enough money for your dream vacation, you expect it to be perfect. Unfortunately for you, fate seems to hate you. After getting lost on your way back to your rented room, you encounter an injured man, and rush to help. Little do you know that he’s the wanted villain Tomura Shigaraki. It’s not only the police and the heroes who are after him, however. A deranged man, hell bent on revenge, and wielding a mysterious quirk, ambushes him, and you’re caught in the crossfire. One touch, and you blackout, only to awaken in a strange and desolate nether-realm, with Shigaraki as your only living company. You’re forced to work together, and brave the horrors of this place if you hope to escape. (Slightly AU as it occurs in no particular timeline. It uses the skinny, blue haired Shiggy, cause that’s my favorite version. This fic is going to be horror with some chaotic elements, and smut. There are quite a bit of things influencing it, but it’s mostly based on a dream I had).

Snow Angel-Black Clover-(Neige x Female Reader)-You’d barely begun to live your dream of exploring the whole of the Clover Kingdom when you’re captured by bandits. Using your magic and your wits you manage to escape with the clothes on your back, your grimoire, and what you believe to be your money pouch. However, on closer inspection you discover that you were mistaken, and it contains an ominous, magical artifact. Convinced that it should not fall into the wrong hands, you decide to head for the capital to turn it over to the magic knights. On the way, you’re caught in a blizzard. When your strength fails, and death looms you catch a glimpse of the angel sent to guide you to the afterlife. Except, he’s no angel; just a strikingly beautiful, but broken mage who rescues you from an untimely demise. As you recover, you find yourself falling for your unlikely savior. Is there any hope of reaching your wounded angel’s heart? Or will misfortune continue to dog your heels? (This fic has a rough draft that’s 3/4 complete.)

-(title pending)-Black Clover-(Luck Voltia x Female Reader)-Fate has deigned to curse you with a healer’s magic, and a battle mage’s soul. To fill the void, you spend your days chasing the clashes of other mages, and glutting yourself on the rumors and tall tales surrounding the infamous Black Bulls. The ultimate opportunity falls into your lap, and you’re chosen as the resident healer for your dream squad. You’d expected chaos, you’d prayed for it, but nothing could have prepared you for Luck the Cheery Berserker, and his ceaseless antics. (Rough draft 3/4 written)

-(title pending)-Genshin Impact-(Kazuha x Female Reader x ???)-On a rainy, festival night in Inazuma, you encounter a gorgeous, and slightly inebriated wanderer. You take him into your home. Moved by your loneliness and touched by your kindness, he repays you with a night of unbridled passion. In the morning, he’s gone, leaving only a note, a token, and a promise. Not long after, you’re ambushed by pirates, and must flee for your life. On the margin of a forest, you encounter a specter who leads you to a hidden beach. Overcome by exhaustion, you fall into a deep slumber, and meet a stranger in your dreams. He begs you to remove the lightless vision from the nearby grave, and take it to Kaedehara Kazuha. With your pursuers hot on your heels, you embark upon the journey of a lifetime.

-(title pending)-Genshin Impact-(Arataki Itto x Female Reader)-As a fresh, but capable new member of the Adventurer’s Guild you’re beyond stoked to travel to the newly reopened Inazuma. Upon arriving, you take a commission that turns out to be a trap. You’re ambushed by a wicked villainess who forces you into a deadly domain. The only way to survive is to brave the treacherous dungeon, and bring her the treasure at the end. By the grace of the Archons, you escape to Inazuma City. The authorities cannot help you, so you post a commission of your own, then flee to Ritou. Meanwhile, Arataki Itto is in serious need of Mora. Imitating his traveler friend, he takes a commission at the guild. Your destinies collide at the docks where he mistakes you for the bounty. He detains you, and by the time you explain that he’s got the wrong woman, and that the commission he’s chasing is the one you posted, it’s too late for you to board the last ship home. Determined to make things right, Itto agrees to aid you. A chaotic, romantic, and perilous journey awaits!

-(Title pending)-Genshin Impact-(Female Reader x Various)-If you could wish for anything, what would it be? That’s the question posed to you when you go out of your way to help a mysterious, pointy eared woman who calls herself, Alice. Full of trepidation, but too curious to resist, you follow her instructions. You awaken later, dazed and wandering through a world very unlike your own. A familiar group of men come to your rescue, and you’re shocked to discover that you’ve been whisked to Teyvat. The stoic, but kind Diluc allows you to stay in the apartment above Angel’s Share while you recover, but you have no intention of being a freeloader! Lacking the abilities of your world hopping predecessor, you decide to repay Diluc by becoming a barmaid for his establishment. Through this position you meet the characters you’d only ever fantasized about. Will love blossom, and will your wishes, really, come true? You embark upon a dating sim style adventure where you choose whose heart to chase. (This one is partially written. There will be a few, beginning chapters, followed by short character routes.)

-Mating Season-Genshin Impact- (Razor x Female Reader): A mysterious force clouds your mind, forcing you toward some unknown destination. You seem to be searching for something...or someone. When you come to, you find yourself in a vast forest, with a strange man who claims to have saved you. He offers protection, and to lead you out, but there’s a catch. You don’t know where you’re supposed to go, or how you got here in the first place. There’s also a small, but glaring issue regarding your new companion that you’ll have to face if you want to make it out alive. Traveling through Wolvendom during mating season is not for the faint hearted.(1/4 of the rough draft written. Will be a short story.)

(Title pending)-Genshin Impact-(Razor x Bennett x Female Reader)- Rumor tells of a spirit that haunts Wolvendom. It is said that if you stand at the foot of a certain tree, you might catch a glimpse of a woman, dressed in strange clothes. Sometimes she’ll be sitting in the dirt; other times, she’ll try to climb up to higher ground; but she never moves beyond the shade of that tree. If you try to speak to her, she’ll disappear without a trace! Naturally, Bennett contacts Razor, and together they go to investigate this rumor. The ghost, however, isn’t actually a ghost at all, she’s you, and you’ve been trying dozens of times to reality shift to Genshin Impact. Who knew that Bennett’s bad luck would be your ticket to success? Maybe permanently. (This is based on reality shifting, astral projection, and similar themes. Needs more fleshing out, but I have no doubt that the ideas will come in due time.)

-Not Quite Serenitea-Genshin Impact-(Childe x Female Reader)-You’re an herbalist, scraping by in bustling Liyue. On a foraging trip you encounter a ginger haired stranger, and find an antique teapot abandoned on the side of the road. You take it home, and begin to clean it, only to discover that it’s no ordinary teapot, and that your chance meeting may not have been random, after all. (Darker in tone. Soft yandere Childe, and a morally gray reader character. Partially written, but I got stuck. Hoping to get new inspiration soon.)

(Title pending)- Genshin Impact- (Chongyun x Female Reader)- The MC is an alchemist with a strange obsession with the supernatural. She creates a potion that nullifies the effects of Chongyun’s affliction so that he can finally put his skills to the test. They travel to Inazuma to take on an abandoned abode, reputed to be a den of the vilest of evil spirits. This story is going to be horror based, but with plenty of smut and romance! Chongyun, of course, will be aged up. Probably going to be on the shorter side.

(Title pending)- Genshin Impact- (Kaeya x Female Reader)- This will be a one shot. Knight MC has been assigned as Klee’s nanny, so that Jean can have a break. Naturally, she accompanies them on their yearly vacation to the Golden Apple Archipeligo. Kaeya, who’s been lusting after the MC takes full advantage of some unexpected alone time. Together they board the Waverider to drink and make merry. Kaeya tries to impress her with his silly pirate story which leads to shenanigans. This is an indirect prequel to Misfortune’s Respite, because it explains how the treasure map came to be XD ‘

[deannaroxannewrites]

Tropetember Day 12 - Getting together / Love confession / First kiss / Break-up/Make-up / Fix-it

Limp away with me

Pairing: Armitage Hux x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Injuries, implications of rough childhood

AN: Day 12 of @tropetember. So, this is quite rough and holds a lot of potential for fleshing out into a proper story, whether that's just a longer one or a multi-chapter. Is that something anyone would be interested in? Fix-it fic cos they did General Hugs dirty

Allegiant General Pryde has shot General Hux. Lucky you're the Surgeon General really.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.6k

“Allegiant General Pryde just shot General Hux.”

Your breath catches and you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes. Next moment, you’ve grabbed your bag and are focused back on task.

“Collect the body,” you direct them, “and bring it to the medbay autopsy lab. Carefully.”

You and Armitage had prepared for this eventuality. One of the advantages of having a partner in the medical core was that the chances of surviving treason were much higher.

Whilst neither of you had entered First Order service willingly (no matter what Hux said, you had both been forced into it), Armitage had quickly excelled and embraced his duties in an effort to outshine his father. To try and prove himself as worthy. You, on the other hand, had enacted the only act of rebellion against your family that you would be able to survive. You had chosen to enrol in the medical core rather than aiming for command. If you had to be a part of this monstrous cause, you would try to save as many as you could.

You’d worked your way quickly up to the rank of Surgeon General and had been stationed on the Supremacy for a number of years. Thankfully, you’d survived the reign of Snoke and, so far, had survived Ren’s reign of terror. It had been a blessing that Hux had been reassigned to the vessel from the Finaliser. You enjoyed each other’s company and it was helpful to be able to train on your self-defence with someone who wasn’t trying to beat the stuffing out of you to make a point. He was a good outlet for a lot of energy in other ways too.

You glance up from checking you have all your equipment when you realise the orderlies haven’t moved. You turn your most piercing stare on them.

“Did I stutter?”

They look at each other until one of them pulls up their big boy panties and says “he was shot for being a spy.”

You laugh. Mostly at the fact that one looks like he wants to cry and the other like he’s about to collapse. They don’t need to know that though.

“Yes, by Allegient General Pryde who is well known for being a thorough and competent leader. Oh wait. No, he’s not. He’s had a grudge against Hux since he reappeared from whatever hell hole he had been hiding in. I said go fetch me the body! Now!”

They scarper out and you take another deep breath to centre yourself before busying yourself again with grabbing supplies and the emergency make-a-break-for-it kit you stored in your office. You then straighten your uniform, brace yourself and head out into the chaos of the medical bay.

---------------

Armitage is deathly pale when he finally is brought down to you but you swiftly move into action, infusing blood and bacta and checking the depth of the wound. You’d both known that, were he to be discovered, the weapon he was likely to be shot with would pierce the thin body armour he wore beneath his uniform. Unfortunately, it was the maximum thickness he could get away with before it became noticeable but you had both agreed that some bleeding would sell the ruse. You just didn’t like it.

Checking out the wound, you sigh out a quick breath of relief when you realise it is not too deep and hasn’t damaged any of the major blood vessels or organs. Though gruesome to witness, it was mostly superficial.

You lose yourself in your efforts, remaining undisturbed in the autopsy room, until you’re happy that he’s stable for travel. It’s at that point that you revive him, despite the fact he’s going to be in a world of pain.

He slowly blinks into reality with a scowl and a hiss of pain. You try to soothe him as best you can but there isn’t much you can do right now. You need him mobile to get to the shuttle and someone would notice you carrying him.

Gently running your hand through his hair you tell him “come on sweetheart. I know it hurts but we’ve got to move.”

Despite the pain, he seems alert and nods, letting out a grunt of agreement as he allows you to help him sit up and then stand. You gather the spare stormtrooper armour you’d pilfered a few months ago and quickly get him dressed up in it before leading the way swiftly to the small landing bay where Armitage’s private shuttle was stored.

You whisper a thanks to whatever Gods there are that the chaos on board the vessel means that there is noone around and you manage to get the pair of you on board with little drama. In fact, the whole escape into hyperspace is amazingly smooth and once you’re away with your course set, you sag a little in relief.

Or at least, you do until you see Armitage’s slumped frame and quickly grab him and get him moved to the small bedroom to continue his care and knock him back out while he heals.

You’re just about to inject the sedative when he grabs your hand, making you look at him.

“You know you are my world, don’t you?” he asks quietly.

You smile softly and lean forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips. You smile again as you feel him smile against you.

“I do, I wouldn’t have committed treason for anything less.”

He rolls his eyes before pressing another gentle peck to your lips and releasing you to get back your work. You take the opportunity to knock him out for now. It’s how he’ll be most comfortable.

And if you’re grinning so hard your face hurts, noone in deep space can see it. They can’t see you internally debating whether it’s ethical to dope someone up to get soppy confessions from them in the future either.

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It wasn’t often that General Dameron of the Resistance found himself in the Outer Rim.

Even 3 years after the end of the war, he was still mostly stuck to the core planets and mid-rim in efforts to support the Senate and help guard the peace which had settled upon the galaxy.

He’d been on a training mission with a few new recruits for Green Squadron when they’d been ambushed and they’d all received some pretty injuries despite eventually winning the battle. Injuries that required attention sooner than they would be able to if they headed back to base.

After a quick argument with Finn via the comms, the squad set course for a local med facility that was gaining a reputation for it’s high quality care.

Poe made sure all his squad were checked out before himself and he was happy that they were all being looked after so well. It was strange. The lead Doctor seemed familiar.

It wasn’t until you met his eyes that he realised.

You calmly continued his consultation, gently palpitating the wounds and collecting dressings, something you appeared to be doing more quickly than he was able to collect his thoughts.

“You!”

You snort. You can’t help it.

“Yes, me General Dameron.” You gently dab some bacta on some of the smaller cuts. “Did that break heal up correctly?”

He nods a bit dumbly. You’d been responsible for his care after Ren and a couple of the Stormtroopers had tortured him. You’d been a welcome relief, if he were honest. In fact, apart from the fact you’d worked for the First Order, he wasn’t aware of any accusations against you.

“I’m glad.” You finish wrapping his wrist and nod. “All done. Your pilots should be ready to go in around 2hrs, just to allow any drowsiness to wear off. I have some spare rooms if you need to stay on planet tonight?”

He thanks you profusely but explains that they are expected back tonight as you head back into the main waiting area. You shake his hand before leaving him and approaching a tall red-head across the room who instantly wraps his arm around your waist and drops a quick kiss on your head. You whisper to him for a few seconds and blue-green eyes suddenly lock with Poe’s before his face breaks out in a smile.

“General Dameron” Armitage says, approaching slowly and holding out a hand to a shell-shocked looking Dameron. “I’m glad you won. You and your squadrons are welcome to drop in here for treatment if you ever require it and are close by. Free of charge”

Poe, for his part, has a LOT of thoughts at this moment. Part of him wants to jump up and arrest him immediately whilst another screams that he was a spy and was seriously harmed because of it. It’s neither of these things that eventually seals his reaction though. It’s the loving glance Armitage throws your way as you offer them both coffee, the expression rendering him almost unrecognisable when juxtaposed against the version he used to know.

“Thank you.” He finally chokes out. “I’m assuming you’re not known by your old names?” Given the whole living in peace and not being turned into the authorities and all that?”

Hux just laughs.

“You would be correct. We’re both going by Y/N’s mother’s maiden name.”

“Oh?”

“Yes” Armitage says, looking far too amused. “We’re Armitage and Y/N Organa.”

Poe’s jaw drops to the flood. How on EARTH was he going to explain any of this?

Turns out, after it became the top recommended med centre by all members of the Resistance, he didn’t have to. He just had to keep pretending he didn’t know Hux had survived and not let Finn anywhere near. Poe was good at keeping his mouth shut.

Strange galaxy you live in really. And you couldn’t be happier

[ticklefits]

AO3 LINK! | tickletober 2021 day 1: CHASE.

voltron: legendary defender | klance | words : 2572

“Oh, don’t let me stop you. Keep singing.” With a tone much too amused and muscular figure leaned against the door frame, Keith’s eyes have locked on his boyfriend who’s settled at the countertop, chopping up onions for their lunch. His ears were previously graced with the melodic & upbeat notes of Lance’s singing before he halted as soon as he noticed Keith’s presence, cheeks dusting over in a soft shade of cherry at having been caught. 

"You snuck up on me! Y'know, all that Blade of Marmora training has made you seriously light on your feet, you're too quiet when you walk up on people--" Lance complains, obviously trying to shift the attention off of his virtuoso vocals, but Keith isn't falling for the trick. He merely grants the other a shrug, stepping further into the kitchen to peer down at the meal he was preparing before the interruption. It was a newer dish, something that Lance had talked about trying to cook before and though Keith rarely indulged in foreign grounds when it came to what he ate, Lance was a decent cook and he's willing to try anything for him. After a once-over of the food, he twists to match his gaze with Lance with Lance again, a small smirk now presented half-cocked upon his lips. 

"Being quiet has its advantages," is his rebuttal, arms crossing along the width of his chest as he gently knocks a shoulder against his love's. "You can keep complaining about it if you do it in song."

A silent curse leaks out with the sensation of heat that strengthens on the surface of Lance's cheeks, half-tempted to run into the next room and half-tempted to actually take Keith up on his offer. Complaining while singing truthfully sounds sort of hilarious and maybe Lance might've considered it had he not been ambushed by the other, but the abashment that's welled up in the center of his stomach has stolen the reigns from his usual confidence and is keeping his vocal chords locked and twisted. At this point, he's temporarily canceled prepping lunch and his new focus lies on a getaway. Sapphire sight slowly inches from where Keith stands to the archway that connects into the living room, calculating the distance to it from his own feet and weighing the risks. Keith, however, is a warrior, and a highly trained one at that, so as soon as he notices Lance's fixed stare towards the living room, his smirk widens and his own stance alters.

"C'mon loverboy, don't make me chase you down. You know I'm faster than you." There it is. A challenge. A challenge to his Leo boyfriend, who's neatly sculpted eyebrows perk and furrow and his lips twitch at the corners. 

"You're funny, Keith. The only one way you'd be faster than me, is if you tap into that cat-like Galran side of you and get on all fours. Stronger than me? Sure, maybe -- but not faster." Lance knows he just spit some fighting words, and judging by the slightly surprised, oh no he did not just say what I think he said look, Keith was about to square up. It was silent for a moment that dragged on like an hour, until Keith cements a stare at Lance and for a split second, Lance could swear he saw his pupils slit just like a feline. 

"You get five seconds."

"Wha--"

"Run."

Lance did not need to be told twice. As soon as he heard that single word practically growled from his boyfriend, he sprang into a nearly full sprint into the living room. Keith kept his words and after 5 seconds, rocketed off after Lance. By the time he had an open view of the room, Lance was nowhere to be seen. He paused, rummaging through his thoughts to figure out where Lance might have escaped to next. He figures their bedroom would be a good place to start, plenty of the places to try and hide in there; try, being the operative word there. He enters the shared sleeping space and, just to tease Lance thoroughly in case he was hiding in there, starts to tap his nails on the walls and other hard surfaces, knowing damn well the clicks and clacks will echo.

"Oh, Laaance.." the swordsman practically coos, feigning an innocent tonality all the while checking under the bed and in their closet for his prey. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't ever hurt you. But you do need to be punished for what you said."

Lance can hear him. He can hear him and Keith knows that he can. Their apartment isn't very generous with running room and hiding spaces, so he's taken refuge in their master bathroom. He nearly scoffs at Keith's statements; he knows Keith wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally, but that's not what he's worried about. He knows what those clickity clacks mean. The surface of his skin is already tingling and he's biting back a grin, hands smoothing over the goosebumps popping up along his arms. He could speak lies and say he hates when Keith does this, but they both know the truth: Lance thrives on it. Every tap of his nails drives Lance insane and he can feel his body trying to gravitate towards the sound, but he refuses to give in and admit defeat. Keith challenged him, so it's on. 

He's dragging his nails now, goddammit, and he's getting closer. Those silent steps aren't so silent anymore and Keith's doing that on purpose. He wants Lance to hear him coming; it's all part of the chase. Thankfully though, their bathroom contains a door that opens up to the hallway, so if he times it right, he can get past without him hopefully noticing. Slowly, nearly holding his breath, Lance scoots to the second door and ever so gently turns the handle to minimize any sound and opens the door. A quick peek tells him that it's safe, but as soon as he fully exits the bathroom and begins his quiet tread through the hall, Keith appears behind him from their bathroom, running towards him. Lance yelps and his reaction is immediate, making a break for the living room once again. He jumps onto the couch and grabs a pillow, deciding to fend off his hunter with a weapon instead of continuing to run.

"En guard!" Comes his battle cry as Keith reaches him and narrowly misses the swing of a cushion at his head.

"That's a dirty play, McClain!" He manages to say before he gets uppercut with a cushion and it's as if the world goes into absolute silence. Lance hadn't really meant to smack him like that, but the damage has already transpired, so all he can do is gently place the couch cushions back to their proper home, all the while observing with fright behind his eyes as Keith's visage lowers back down to look at him. He says nothing, amethyst sight blank, but he does start to move towards Lance, which has the taller scooting backwards on the couch, palm outstretched as if that were to quell Keith's wrath any. 

"Keith -- Keith, babe, baby, look at me -- you know I didn't mean to do that, I swear--!" But Keith still doesn't utter a single syllable, even as he climbs atop and straddles Lance's hips. He then moves to grab some of the mini pillow cushions nearest Lance's head, one in each hand, and Lance's eyes widen, remembering a time when Pidge pulled this on him herself, except she used vinyl, elbow - length gloves. Keith's method is unorthodox, but Lance is sure it's gonna tire him out all the same. 

"Keith! No! No, no, no, no--!" But his pleas are no use. Raising the small pillows into the air, it isn't a second later that Keith starts to rapidly smack Lance's upper body with them. It's a furious barrage, one arm raining down a strike right after it's counterpart. If this was an action movie, and pillows were bullets shot out of a gun, this would be absolutely brutal. Fortunately for Lance, these soft, fluffy pillows don't hurt anywhere near a bullet wound. In fact, he's grinning all the while, limbs held askew above his head as a shield. 

"Now this is a dirty play, Kogane! Fight me like a real man!" And Lance is about to regret those words, because as soon as Keith hears him, he halts his assault and tosses the pillows to the side, eyes glinting dangerously. 

"Oh, I'm just getting started." Now unoccupied hands shift to settle on Lance's sides and instantaneously, Lance knew he was fucked. 

"Woahwoahwoah, no! No, now this is really foul--!"

"Sucks to suck."

"FIRST of all, I'm the one who taught you that saAAhahah--!" Keith's heard enough prattling out of Lance, it's time to hear some of that sweet, hilarious laughter now. Fingers scribble over the clothed flesh of his sides and waist and that already gets him into giggling hysterics. Keith will always be pleasantly surprised at just how ticklish Lance is. Nearly every inch of him is sensitive to something and it never fails to gift him with serotonin when he's got Lance beneath him, rosy cheeked, squirming around, and laughing his heart out - much like he is now. 

"Nohohohoho! Keh--Keheheheith! Stahahahahap!" His pleas are broken apart by giggles that are only raising in volume the more his sides are attacked and he's only growing further sensitive by the second. Lance knows his religiously vigorous skin care routine is partly to blame for how ticklish he is, but can you blame him for wanting soft, youthful skin? And it isn't like Keith's complaining about it either. 

"Nah, I don't think I can. My fingers are under some sort of spell." Such a blatant lie from the older pilot and the grin he dons is unmistakably teasing. 

"Yo--you're suhuhuch a lihahahahahar!" 

"What? I'm offended. I'm not lying at all. In fact, I'll tell you an easy way to break the spell and get me to the stop." 

"Gohohohohohod! Fiiiiihihihine, OKAY, okahahahy!" Lance is really beginning to struggle, squeals forcing themselves free as Keith migrates from waist, to stomach, and then to his ribs, poking & scritching between each one in an agonizing manner. "Aaahahahahaha! Tell---tell mehehehehe alreadyyyy!"

"You really wanna know?"

Lance's strength is sapping quicker than he'd like it to, but he still possesses enough of it to gently smack at Keith's arm, his giggles evolving into full blown laughter once those dastardly fingers begin reaching towards his armpits in retaliation. 

"All you gotta do is sing. Like, that one red-headed princess, to break a spell that was on her, or whatever." The fact that Keith really provided a Disney comparison to Lance's current predicament is hilarious all on its own, but Lance wasn't about to give into this torture, and deliver what Keith desired so easily. 

"Hohohohow is -- i-is ticklihihihing me suhuhpposed to make me wahahahant to SING?? B-Besides, a kihihihihiss broke Ahahariel's spell, not -- not singihihihihihing!" Poor Lance, with his cracking voice and breathy, hollow words that could scarcely be understood through all of his laughter. Keith understood the gist of it though and contemplated his conditions. He still wanted Lance to sing to him, but a kiss sounded pretty nice too. However, he isn’t quite finished with his boyfriend’s torture; there’s still one last area he very much wants to explore before he allows Lance free. Spidering digits cease their actions, smoothing up and then down the expanse of Lance’s toned torso, granting him a desperately needed, albeit quick rest. Lance doesn’t speak, merely taking this opportunity in stride to gulp down as much air as he can, because a minute part of him knows Keith isn’t done and that something wicked this way comes.

Something wicked indeed. After some very short-lived moments of repose, without skipping a beat, Keith breaks into full force tickling all over the surface of Lance’s soft thighs. The first and last thing to run through Lance’s mind is a sharp curse to himself for deciding that today was a good day to wear shorts. Keith has an all access pass to one of his death spots and he is allowing no mercy. They’re certainly going to get a noise complaint from their neighbors ( not that Keith cares ), because the inhumane screech that burst from the tunnel of Lance’s throat could probably be heard blocks away. 

“K---KEEEHEHEHEHEHITH!! NO! NOHOHO, NOT RIGHT THEHEHEHEHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE, AHAAAHAHAHAHNYTHING BUT THERRRRE--!” the couch has been shaved of all of its cushions by flailing, lengthy limbs and even Keith is having trouble keeping atop of Lance, what with all of his wriggling and buckling. 

“Geez, Lance, you almost sound like I’m killin’ you.” Keith’s grin is now from ear to ear, more than enjoying himself, the view, and his love’s ridiculously adorable laughter. 

“YOU AHAHAHAHARRRRE!! PLEEEEHEHEHEHASE!” But it’s only when Lance deflates into silent laughter, arms going limp against the couch underneath him, that Keith finally concludes his torture. Calloused hands remove themselves from the slender frame and he completely slides off of Lance, disappearing into the kitchen. Unbothered by Keith’s abrupt departure, Lance soaks up every single second of relaxation he can, until he glances up once he hears footsteps, and sees the water bottle Keith’s offering. Smiling a little weakly, Lance sits up, releasing a few lingering giggles as the movement of his still hyper - sensitive upper body brings forth some ghost touches. 

“Alright, time to break your spell.” Keith’s statement is oh so cheeky and as he leans forward, waiting for Lance to close the distance, he half expects Lance to do anything but kiss him. A pleasant surprise is given to him when he feels those familiar, supple lips intertwining with his own, and he smiles into it. The kiss lasts for a couple of seconds before Lance pulls away and eyes Keith, brow rising along his temple. 

“Guess whose job it is to prepare lunch now?”

A roll of lavender eyes, but he holds out his hand nonetheless. “Yeah, yeah. I tired you out, so I guess it’s mine. I don’t know how to make what you were making though.”

Lance takes the hand that’s offered and ascends from the couch, bending to start picking up the collapsed couch cushions. “Go on into the kitchen, I’ll be right behind you to boss you around.” Keith snorts a quickle chuckle, but does as instructed, making his way back into the kitchen. He nearly stops as something catches his ears, a heavy warmth blooming in his chest. Lance sings more than loud enough for Keith to hear him, even as he’s waiting in the kitchen. He continues singing, once all of the cushions are placed back in their proper place, and as he finally enters the kitchen. He saunters up to Keith, sight locked with sight, a hand on his chest, happiness brimming in the way he sings. 

“♪ Maybe this love is mad, you're filling every thought I have. Now I've stayed too long, and there's no turning back. Might as well dance.~ ♪” As if on cue, Keith takes his hand and spins him, earning an even more brilliant smile from Lance, and he lands softly against Keith, arms coiling around his neck to bring him back in for another kiss. Suddenly, lunch doesn’t matter so much anymore.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [6]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.2K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: I really need to stop writing so late at night... I finish writing sometimes at 2 or 3 in the morning but I have to wake up at 5:30!! God, why do I do that to myself?! But its all worth it because I love reading your comments and seeing your likes and shares <3

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You waved your arms in the air, signaling to his men where you were. How worried and concerned they looked couldn’t be explained with words. It was like they didn’t even look at him as their prince. They viewed him more as a close family member than their future king.

Everyone crowded around Bakugou wanting to be the one to help him up. But ultimately, it was Kirishima and Sero who supported him, one on each side as they helped sling his arms over their shoulders. Bakugou growled in pain every time he moved or took a step. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You deeply wanted to help him, but what more could you do? Sure, you helped stop the bleeding a little bit but surely there was something else you could do. You wanted to be the one he leaned on. You didn’t want to feel useless. And it was frustrating because you knew you could be of more help. You didn’t want to look like a princess who didn’t know how to do anything.

Mina happened to glance over at you while you mentally criticized yourself. Your hands were balled up in fists in front of you, your pouty lips were quivering, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the wounded prince. Mina’s eyes softened. She came up to you, took your hands in hers, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry about that drama queen. He’s going to be fine. He can handle a small cut like that. He’s not called the infamous Blood Prince for nothing,” Mina assured you, making you feel a little bit better but no doubt, still worried.

You all stopped to rest about that ambush. No one else was hurt and nothing had been taken, just a few broken carriages but that’s all. One soldier was setting up a fire to heat up some drinks, two of them were looking at a map and depicting which route was safest to cross, and another was tending to Bakugou’s wounds. Thankfully, there was a whole cart of medicine. They applied medicine skillfully to his cut. This must happen a lot that they know exactly what to do without a doctor. You could only watch as you sit next to him, your eyes never leaving his cut. As his soldier was about to cover his wound back up, you held your hand out to stop him.

“May I?” you offered. The soldier was taken aback at the request, not expecting you to offer your assistance but gladly let you after seeing your determined face.

“As you wish, princess,” he backed off to leave the rest to you. You took hold of the bandages and began to wrap them around his torso.

“You let me know if it starts to hurt again,” you demanded as you finished wrapping him up.

“I’ll be fine,” he grumbled. You didn’t like his answer so you tightened your knot a little too tight for his liking and he winced in pain.

“I’m serious,” you pouted. Bakugou could laugh at your reaction but decided against it.

“Is her highness upset with me?” he questioned and you couldn’t hold back your thoughts.

“How could you get hurt like that?” you exploded. “You had me so worried. What if you had gotten killed? What would I have done then? You shouldn’t let yourself get distracted, especially not because of me.” You were scolding him but Bakugou’s lips turned into a deep frown. He grabbed you by the wrists, making you face him.

“Surely her highness isn’t saying that she is not of importance?” his deep voice whispered, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. Having his face so close to yours made you flustered.

“Well…” you tried to say but couldn’t finish.

“To me, you are the most important person here. I would battle a hundred swordmen and lose all my limbs if it means that you are safe,” he said, seriously. Your lips parted in surprise by his sudden confession. When Bakugou snapped back to his senses, he was the one to become flustered this time.

“B-Because you are the future queen… o-of course,” he tried brushing off, looking away like it was nothing. Any feeling of happiness that you had slowly turned into disappointment. Of course, he was only protecting you because he thinks you are the princess, his future bride. If it was you, you were sure he wouldn’t be saying these things. But you tried to not let it get to you.

“Bakugou, princess!” you heard Sero’s voice behind you. You both turned to see Sero running towards you with two cups in his hands, careful not to spill its contents. “Freshly made. Drink it before it gets too cold.” He squatted, carefully giving you both a cup.

“Thank you,” you gave Sero a smile.

“Ah, also,” Sero stopped to pull out a map from his back pocket. “Kirishima was looking at the map again and if we go through this route, we can probably avoid any more bandits.” He said while showing Bakugou the new route.

“Can we still make it there in two days time?” Bakugou asked.

“Yes sir,” Sero said confidently.

“Good man. We’ll leave in 10,” Bakugou gave Sero a nod of approval. When he left, Bakugou attempted to get up from his position. He held onto the tree for support and grunted in pain as he started to stand.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, puzzled on what he was doing. Instinctively, you grabbed hold onto his arm to help support him.

“Leaving. I have to make sure everything is intact,” he said and still tried to stand tall. You pushed him back down and shoved the cup back in his hands.

“At least finish this. I’ll go do it for you,” you say. Before Bakugou had the chance to refuse your offer, you were already on your feet, running to the group of soldiers. Bakugou watched while you were frantically making sure that you had all the supplies and checking everything like he would. Although, being a rookie, you were bad at your job. The soldiers laughed, making you feel embarrassed yet welcomed by them. They told you everything you needed to check so that next time, you could do it yourself. With a smirk, Bakugou watched in amusement.

You traveled on the new route Kirishima had set for you all. But because it wasn’t the normal road they took, it was a bumpy ride with the ground being uneven. You thought you would be fine continuing on, but you became a little jumpy due to the recent events that just happened. Every snap of a twig or rustle of the bushes, you turned your head to make sure that no other bandits were sneaking up on you.

“Scared, princess?” Bakugou whispered in your ear. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“No,” you denied.

“Like I said, I’ll protect you no matter the cost,” he reminded you. He was loud enough for his other soldiers to hear. Mina gushed over his comment while the others had their mouths wide open. Bakugou? The Blood Prince? Saying these romantic remarks to a woman? Now this was a new sight to see. Kirishima, on the other hand, was smiling softly at the new couple. He couldn’t wait to see your relationship bloom into something beautiful.

Being that the road you were on was so uneven, you had to hold on tight so that you didn’t fall off the horse. At one point, the horse became scared, lifting on his hind legs. You gasped out loud and closed your eyes to brace yourself for a fall. But Bakugou had swooped his arm around your waist and stabilized both of you to stay on the horse.

“See, gotcha,” the prince teased. You covered your face so he couldn’t see how flushed your face was. Bakugou chuckled because he knew. He could tell you were flustered and that’s the exact reaction he wanted to get out of you.

As promised, in two days time, you made it to your next destination. What you saw wasn’t a lively town, filled with vibrant colors and a chorus of people. There were no food stands that sold a variety of foods and desserts. No whiff of saliva-inducing smells. No entertainment on the street for you to enjoy.

You saw a poor village; with run-down houses and starving people all over the streets. The atmosphere turned sad, like a gray cloud was constantly over this place. The life out of this town was completely sucked out. The image was so heartbreaking that you could break down in tears this very instant.

“Bakugou,” your voice cracked.

“I know,” he said, just as sad and disappointed you were, probably even more. “This is the other side of the kingdom that no one gets to see. Most of this kingdom is living in poverty. Everyone knows of the more lavish side, but in reality, what you are currently seeing is most of my kingdom. There are two completely different worlds here but no one, not my brothers not the kind, is doing anything about it. I don’t even know how to fix it.” He explained. You reached a certain, open area and Bakugou got off, so did every soldier. They began unloading all their supplies. You could see a line starting to form not far from you guys.

“And this is the only way I can think of to help,” he said, offering his hand to you. You took it, hoping off the horse.

“How often do you do this?” you ask, still in shock with what you were seeing.

“Every month or so? I try as often as I can,” he replied as he also started unpacking the crates from the cart. Food, medicine, spare clothes, they had it all. The realization hit you. So that’s why they packed so many things in the beginning. It was for his people. His men were almost done setting up, getting ready to pass out rations to his people. But you were standing to the side awkwardly.

No. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to help him. You moved to stand next to Bakugou, proactively helping to pass out food rations.

“You don’t have to do this, you know. Aren’t you embarrassed as a princess?” Bakugou asked without sparing you a glance.

“Never. I want to help,” you said as confidently as you could, giving him eyes of determination. Bakugou finally looked at you, his heart skipping a beat again. He coughed, beating on his chest a few times.

You smiled at everyone who came in line, welcoming them without a single judgment. You looked down the line and all his soldiers were doing the same thing. They do this so often that the people recognize them and are laughing and having a good time. For living in such poor conditions, their spirits weren’t down.

After every single person had gotten their rations, you thought the work was over. Oh, how you were wrong. Once that was over with, his men started carrying out more things from the crates. This time, it was wood. They were going to help repair some homes. You were going to find Bakugou but immediately turned around when he took his cape and you saw him completely shirtless.

“You can sit this one out princess. This’ll get a little messy,” he advised. But you shook your head, still facing away from him.

“No, I want to help!” you were still determined. He chuckled at you.

“If you want to help, you’re gonna have to face the other way,” he pointed out. You took a deep breath and had the courage to face him. But only, your stare was straight down at the floor instead of him. How could you? With him being shirtless and all. Was that even necessary?

Bakugou took an axe and started chopping some wood. Your job was to bring the chopped wood to his soldiers who were the ones building the houses.

You eventually got tired bringing the wood back and forth, so you took a seat next to Bakugou who was nonstop chopping wood. The sweat was glistening his body in a godly matter. You couldn’t take your eyes away from his chest, that was heaving up and down. And then add some sweat? Phew, it made you feel hot.

“How long as this been going on?” you started a conversation.

“Ha?” he turned to you, not expecting you say anything so he was a tad out of it. “Ah, all my life.” He said. He decided that he’ll take a break too. He put down the axe and sat down next to you.

“If my father didn’t lie, these people probably wouldn’t be living like this,” he commented.

“Your father lied?” you asked curiously. Bakugou couldn’t believe that he was actually saying this, but he felt comfortable enough with you that he did.

“When he became King, he promised that he would protect every life in his kingdom. But look at all these people. They are suffering and dying because they are not getting the help that they need. And my father is neglecting them! He is a liar who couldn’t commit to a promise!” Bakugou started getting heated up. “That’s why I hate liars. I’ll ruin anyone who lies to me.”

And when he said that, your heart physically dropped.

A/N: Can I just say, you're gonna LOVE the next chapter. I literally just know it because I LOVE IT!

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