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watsittoyah · 1 year ago

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Rough oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling.

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 8- In A Snap

You feel air fill your lungs and when your eyes open you see all white. You blink several times as you notice you’re in a hospital room. You go to sit up but your ribs hurt. “Baby cakes.” You turn to see your grandmother enter the room and she cups your face and kisses it.

“Oh thank you lord for keeping her with us.” She looks back down at you and you go to speak but your throat feels raw. “Be careful. Here have some water.” She brings a straw to your lips and you take a sip.

The cold liquid felt good to your throat as you lay back on the bed. “W..what happened?” You ask looking for Miguel. “You were in an accident four days ago. That goblin thing had set off some bombs that had hurt a lot of people. From what the EDC says, those bombs were laced with some toxins that if ingested, can cause your insides to liquify. You somehow inhaled more than others but it didn’t hurt you too bad. Your stomach did lose a bit of its lining but you will be okay.”

“That’s, scary. Where’s Miguel?” You ask. “He was here everyday you were in here. It took me, your grandfather and several nurses to convince him to go home and get some rest. He had wanted to be here when you woke up but he looked so tired.” You nod and hear the door open. Your grandfather walks in through the door with your friends. “Hey T!” Erica says as she walks over to you. “Hi.” You say sitting up. Monica and Jerry had placed some flowers down for you and they give you a group hug.

“I know we all just came here, but let’s let her have some rest. Baby cakes we will be back tomorrow.” You nod as your grandparents guides everyone out of the room. You look out the window and see darkness.

You hear the door open and when you turn around you expect to see your grandparents, maybe they forgot something but instead. It was Miguel.

He looked so tired and you see a bit of grey at the temple of his hair. You lift your hand to him and he comes to you. He takes a hold of you and he carefully hugs you.

He looks down and he kisses your lips. “Hi.” He breathes out to you. “Hi…you look tired. Please tell you got some rest.” He doesn’t answer you, instead he smoothed out your sheets. “You might not know it, but you had a lot of people waiting for you to wake up. Even Mr Stark had showed up.”

“He did? Wow, I’m…shocked.” Miguel pulls up a chair and he sits down. “Did you catch that goblin person?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “No, they had got away. I don’t know why they attacked that part of town like that. But if they did so to cause panic then they succeeded.”

You reach out and touch his face. He had a bit of a beard. “I’m sorry if I worried you. You look like you missed a month of sleep.” He gives a weak side smile. “Puedo dormir más tarde, mi amor. I’m just happy that you’re okay. I thought I had lost you.” You see his eyes water and you crawl over to him. “Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And from how I’m feeling I’m pretty sure I’m going to be home for a while. I’m sure you’re going to get tired of me.” You tell him but he shakes his head.

“Imposible. I could never get tired of you. Now please lay back down and rest, amor.” He helps you lay back and he tucks you in. “What are you going to do? I’m sure you can’t stay here all night, the visiting hours are over.” He gives you a look letting you know that visiting hours aren’t going to stop him from staying. “Don’t worry, amor. As long as I know you’re fine, then I’ll be fine.” He yawns as he leans back in the chair.

You see him close his eyes and after a few minutes you hear his breathing evens out. You slip out of bed and you take one of your sheets and lay it across Miguel. You lean in and carefully kiss his forehead. He sighs and you decide to go use the bathroom.

When you finish up, you wash your hands and you lift your hospital gown. You see your ribs were bruised black and blue. “Damn I look crazy as hell.” You say as you smooth the gown back down. You go back to the room and make sure not to disturb Miguel.

Instead of going to sleep, you flip on the tv and watch it on the lowest sound you can manage. You start watching an old western that you’ve seen when you were little with your grandfather. The cowboys were about to ride off to the enemies territory when a the just in news headline crawls across the screen.

“The latest attack on Downtown Nueva York Residents has rocked the nation. The villain of this event is called the Green Goblin. No one knows where they’ve came from but they’re wondering has Spider-Man met his match?”

You turn to your sleeping boyfriend and worry for him. Those pumpkins that the green goblin had released could’ve hurt more people. They could’ve hurt Miguel.

You know Miguel wouldn’t want you in his line of work, but you’ll be damned if you didn’t put your tech engineering skills to use to help him. You were going to be home for a while, so why not make a few gadgets for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

••••

“Where do you think you’re going?” Erica says stopping you at the door of the apartment. You sigh and lift up the trash bag. “I was going to take the trash out if you must know, mother hen.”

“Alright smart-ass, your grandparents and our friends have put me in charge to make sure you don’t choke on your oatmeal. I’m just making sure you make it another day.” You kiss your middle finger and flip her off as you head outside of the door.

As you walk to the garbage shoot, your mind starts to tinker with the secret gadgets in your room. “If I connect the green wire with the orange one, I’m sure I can get the boosters in a better recoil. But how do I stop the smoke smell?” You turn and you bump into Miguel.

“Amor, what are you doing?” He asks as he crosses his arms looking down at you. “What? Can’t a girl take out her trash in peace and not get the third degree?” He laughs at your reply as he walks back with you to your apartment.

Once he’s inside, he says hello to Erica while Milo climbs up his leg. “Hola niño.” He scoops him up and you walk to the kitchen. “Miguel, do you want anything to eat, while you’re here?” You ask him as you wash your hands. “I’m fine amor. I just came over to check on you. I heard your getting the green light on going back to work next week. You must be happy, finally leaving the house after being cooped up for the past two weeks.”

“You have no idea. But I have been keeping my mind busy. Can I show you some stuff at your place?” You ask. “Sure, amor. Do you need me to help you with anything?” You shake your head. “Nope, I’ll meet you at your place in ten minutes.”

“Hey, you better not be going over to Miguel’s place to get busy. You know the doctor said no strenuous activity for a few more days.” You glare at Erica. “Shut up.” You tell her. “Miguelito, you better get your girl. She ain’t have dick in so long she done lost her mind.”

“I’ll make sure she behaves. And we won’t do anything crazy. Amor, let’s go.” You give him a one second hand signal and you go to your room and grab your duffel bag.

Miguel eyes the bag in your hand as you two leave the apartment. “What’s in there, mi corazón?” He asks as he lets you into his place first. “I’m glad you asked, wait, let me just put this on the table. And you might want to sit down for this.”

You open your bag and place the items on the table. “So I know you don’t want me near your other job. And while I was on bed rest I was thinking maybe I can help you in another way…” You hand him the first gadget.

“What’s this?” He asks studying. “That is an exoskeleton. You can have it on under your spider suit and when you’re hit, it gives a great recoil that when hit it will be sent back 100% at the enemy. But don’t press that button, it’ll make it activate now and I’m sure you don’t want it attached to your face.” He places the gadget down. “What’s this? It’s looks like a pen.”

“Oh that is a neutralizer. It’s a base for any antidote. I’m still working the kinks out for that one but this gadget, is my favorite.” You lift up a small ball and balance it between your fingers. “That’s just a ball, amor.” You shake your head. “No, this is a web bomb. I know how your webs work, and if you ever have a web block, then you can release this and it’ll stun your enemies, in a non lethal way of course.” You hand it to Miguel and he just looks at you in awe.

“Tienes una mente increíble, mi amor.” Your face warms from the compliment. “It’s my strongest muscle, why not flex it from time to time? Oh there’s this small button on it, an-” You accidentally press it and you get sprayed with the webbing.

Miguel holds in his laugh but you shake your head. “No, it’s funny. Go ahead and laugh.” You grimace as you get the sticky substance off of your face. “Here let me help you.” Miguel helps gets the webbing out of your hair and off of your face. “You might need to go wash yourself up. You can use my bathroom. I’d say you can use the shower but I’m switching out the shower heads.”

“That’s fine, can I borrow a shirt?” You ask as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll go get you one and a towel.” You enter his bathroom and you get the bath ready.

You had left some things at his place so you use your bananas and cream bubble bath to make bubbles.

Once you strip off your clothes you dip your toes into the bathtub and you sigh feeling the hot water. You settle in the tub and relax. “This feels so good.” You say as you use some of your soap and wash your arms with your wash cloth. “Amor, I got you a shirt, and you had a pair of shorts here.” Miguel says as he pops his head in. “Thank you, baby. And I hope those gadgets help you.”

“They will, I’ll make sure I use them.” You lift your leg to clean it and from the corner of your eye you see Miguel staring. “Would you like to join me?” You ask as you blow some bubbles off of your hands. “No, because you and I both know what will happen if I join you. You won’t be getting clean only dirtier. I should go.”

“You don’t have to leave. You can just help me wash my back.” You flirt as you sit up, letting the soap and suds wash down your breasts. You hear Miguel gulp as he enters the bathroom and places your things down.

“I’m just going to wash your back and then I’ll leave the rest to you. Okay amor?” You nod as you look up at him as he kneels besides the bathtub.

You shift forward and lift your curls as you let him have access to your back to wash. As he gets the cloth soapy, you look at his biceps and bite your bottom lip. “Have your arms always been that big?”

“Sí, mi amor. Why?” He asks as he washes your back. “No reason, I guess I’ve never really took notice on how big you are. Or just how big you are in general.” Your eyes land on his crotch and he tsks.

“I know that look, Tommie. Your bruises have only just started to fade away. I can’t give you new ones.” You turn your head slightly to him. “Yes you can, you can leave bruises on my thighs. Like when you grip them. Or you can just give me love bites on your favorite parts of my body.” You take his hand and guide it under the water between your thighs.

He clenches his jaw and moves his hand. “Amor, I can’t.” He tells you. Feeling rejected you look away from him. “I understand, I…I get it.”

“I will continue being a gentleman, and I will help you continue cleaning.” You shake your head but he insists. “Amor, what man would I be if I just let you do this on your ow? But while I have you here, let me show you the shower head I purchased. It’s a double head and it has amazing pressure from what the reviews say.”

Miguel pulls the lower shower head out and he turns it on. “Déjame ver tu mano, mi amor.” You offer him your hand and he sprays the shower head, showing you the pressure. “Does it feel nice?”

“It does, I like that actually.” Miguel then sprays it against your breasts and you jerk back. “Was that too much?” He asks in a soft tone. “Not too much, it’s just my breasts are kind of sensitive.” You tell him. “Hmm, I’ll be careful. Why don’t you lean back and relax for me. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” He gives a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes and you lean back.

“Princesa, you’re almost clean but you missed an important spot.” He brings the shower head between your legs and you grip the bathtub as the water pressure massages your clit.

“Oh god.” Your head falls back as Miguel watches you. “I bet you’re going to love taking showers here more often, amor. I think you’ll love this setting even more.” He switches the setting and you jerk and grab his arm. “Mi…Miguel, right there, right there, right there.” You moan out to him. “Tommie, my sweet girl. I don’t want the whole building to hear you. Pero tengo algo para esa bonita boca tuya.” Miguel unzips his pants and you watch as he strokes himself in front of you.

“You want to taste this amor?” You nod and you reach out to touch him but he shakes his head. “First things first, show me how you play with yourself with the shower head.” He hands it to you and you watch him stroke as you let the water pressure fuck you.

Miguel stands up as he stroke from the tip all the way down to the base. “Go to the third setting, Tommie. And don’t move it until I say so, I want to watch you squirm for me.” He says as he watches you with hungry red eyes.

You switch to the third setting and you practically jerk your legs closes. “No, no, mantén las piernas abiertas.” You open your legs back up and you massage one of your breasts as you continue spraying your clit. “Someone is being loud. I’m sure the neighbors will be knocking any moment now. Keep up with that and ponte de rodillas.” He says as he moves close to you.

You get on your knees for him and he gets a hold of your hair and he slaps the tip against your tongue. “See I won’t leave any bruises on your body. Maybe just in your throat. Open for me.” You open your mouth for him and he sinks in.

He places both of his hands in the back of your head and he tells you to suck slow while you turn the setting back to the first. You do as you’re told and he bites his lip watching you suck.

“Ay…mi amor. Suck it just like that.” He starts to penetrate your mouth and you make noises with your throat. You move your hips as the water pressure causes a build up in your lower stomach. “You want me to come down your throat don’t you?” He asks as he slides his dick all the way out of your mouth. “Yes please.” You moan. “Mmm, say it in Spanish for me.” He says to you.

“Por favor, ven papi.” His eyes rolls back and he holds your head still. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He starts bucking his hips as he face fucks you. You suck him deeper as his dick hits the back of your throat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Miguel moans as he grips your hair. Your walls clench for a second as you moan and cum as he shoots down your throat. He sags a bit as he slides his dick out of your mouth. He turns off the shower head and you look at him like he’s meat and you’re a hungry lion.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave any new bruises on my body, baby?” You ask as you suck his thumb. He gives a slight growl and he snatches you out of the bathtub not caring that you’re making him wet from the water. “Fuck it.”

Is all he says as he leads you to his bedroom…

••••

It was time for you to go back to work. You were all healed, and refreshed. When you make it to the building, earlier than normal you see Mr Stark in passing.

“Good morning Mr Stark.” You greet. “Morning Miss Valentine. I take that you’re well rested and feeling better.”

“I am sir, thank you for the time off.” He nods. “Right well be sure not to get into a situation like that again…this place would be lost without you. Now today we will be going to Trenton, there is a school there that I am opening. It’s for gifted minds.”

“That’s sounds very nice of you sir.” You compliment him. He gives a small smile but fixes his face. “Right, anyways along the way to Trenton I will make a short stop to have a meeting with Mr. D’Angelo.” You clench your jaw and give a nod.

“I’ll be sure to have all of your paperwork ready then sir.” You start walking to your office but stop only when Mr Stark calls out after you. “It’s good to have you back, Miss Valentine.” You give a nod and smile as you open your office door. I guess Mr Stark has his good days...

The stop before Trenton was making you drag your feet. As you sat with Mr Stark in his jet you had heard him talking about the current events of Spider-Man.

“…he is a mad man. And not only that, I don’t trust him. Who is the man under that mask?” He says to Bruce. “I don’t know sir, I like him. He does steady work and he keeps Nueva York safe. Besides, what about those other vigilantes? Uh their names I think they’re called the Aveng-” There was a bit of turbulence.

Once it is settled you clear your throat. “Mr Stark, I have to say I admire Spider-Man. If you recall he saved my life those weeks ago from the Green Goblin attack.”

“He is still a mad man. If he is a hero shouldn’t he want to be unmasked so he can get some credit for his so called good deeds?”

“I’m sure he has a family he has to look out for. He has enemies and those enemies would target them. What if your son were Iron Man? And his enemies targeted you and your wife? How would you feel?” Mr Stark was silent. “Miss Valentine knows what she’s talking about. I say Spider-Man is one of the good guys.” Bruce gives you a wink and you smile in a matter of fact way.

Mr Stark brings up another subject and you look at your laptop to check for updates. You get a ping and see Miguel had left you a message.

I tested out your web bomb and it works perfectly, amor.

Your heart swells with joy after reading that.

I’m so happy! Please be safe out there. And you don’t have to check up on me today, I’ll in Trenton with Mr Stark.

He writes back immediately.

I can swing to Trenton without breaking a sweat, princesa. But I will let you do your own thing. If anything happens please remember to call me immediately. I will be there.

You go to write back but you hear the flight attendants say that you will be landing soon. You power down your laptop and put your things in your bag.

When you finally land, you take your phone out and you mention to Miguel about Mr Stark having a meeting with Mr D’Angelo.

Your call screen immediately lights up. “I’ll be right there, Mr Stark I just have to answer this call.” You pick it up and walk a few feet away and answer. “Miguel, I’m working right now.”

“I know, amor. But I just want to be sure, Dana won’t be there will she?”

“I don’t believe so. Mr Stark did only mention that he was meeting with her father. I’ll be sure to keep away from her if she does pop up.”

“Okay, good. And Tommie I mean it. If you need me just call me and I will come no matter what.” How did you get so lucky to get a man like this in your life?

“Okay, now I need to get going. I love you and I’ll text you when I can.” Miguel tells you he loves you as well and you hang up, walking back to Mr Stark.

The meeting place for Mr D’Angelo was in a private massage parlor. You and Bruce share a look and he puts his hands up. “Your guess is as good as mine. Rich people are a mystery to me too.”

You go sit in the lobby and you decide to do some planning for Mr Stark’s schedule for next week. But just then something in the air was different. When you look up you see three girls enter the lobby. The first two girls were a blonde and a redhead. But the third one you knew very well.

“Oh, hello Tommie! I didn’t know you’d be here?” Dana says as she walks over and hugs you. You don’t hug her back but you give her a fake smile. “Really? Your father didn’t mention that I would be here with Mr Stark?” You just knew she was lying somehow.

“Nope, he didn’t tell me a thing. But since you’re here how about joining us? This place is the best, it has mud baths, hot rock massages and even facials.”

“Dana we could’ve went to any of the fifty ones in this cit-” Dana cuts her eyes at the redhead and then back at you. “What do you say?” Dana asks.

“Sorry, but I will decline. I am on the clock and I have some emails to answer and schedules to plan.” You tell her. She pouts like a child. “You can’t take a small break? I figured you’d want some relaxation considering what happed to you. That was truly scary. Wasn’t that scary Jules and Mellisa?”

“Definitely scary.” The blonde and redhead answered. “I am relaxed. Thank you for the offer but I just want to get back into the swing of things.” You tell her hoping she’ll give up.

“Okay, I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. But I do want to tell you I apologize for my behavior for last time. I had a few too many drinks before you came and when you left I just felt so shitty. Do you forgive me?”

Is she? Is she serious?

“Yeah, I forgive you.” You lie. “Oh thank goodness, I don’t know how I’d feel if you didn’t. Well I guess I’ll never know. I’ll let you get back to work. Have a nice day Tommie.” She walks away with her friends and you go on your phone to tell Miguel but she came right back.

“Oh! Tommie I almost forgot to tell you. My parents are holding an event and I wanted to invite you and Miguel. I’m sure you two will look so adorable dressed up.”

You keep your face relaxed when she mentions Miguel. “I’m sure we will be busy around that time.” She raises a brow at you. “Funny I didn’t mention the day.”

Shit she caught you.

“What I meant to say is that he and I are often busy these days, so it’s a possibility that we won’t be able to make it.”

“Oh alright. Well just in case you can, the dinner will be held next month, in Le Rose. I really hope you two can make it.” She walks away from you and the fake smile you had instantly goes away.

“I’m not going to that, and neither is Miguel.” You mutter as you side eye where Dana was standing moments before.

••••

It’s been a long time since you’ve hung out with your friends. So when Monica had sent a group text, you were actually looking forward to going out.

Miguel was driving you and Erica to the location and Erica was feeling a bit iffy about the plans. “…no because who told Monica that this was a good idea for all of us to try this horror restaurant? T? Miguel? I’m telling you right now. If something jumps out at me? I’m swinging first and asking questions later.” Erica says leaning between the two of your seats. “E, it’s going to be alright. I looked up the place. They have a menu that represents the different horror movies and they have a really great alcohol selection.”

“That’s why she chose this place. She’s about to get drunk. Well if that’s the case, I’m not holding her hair in the bathroom. And you two better not leave me either.”

“We will not leave you behind, Erica. Right amor?” “Right, we won’t leave you. Besides, Monica only reserved a table for us to eat and talk. It’s not like she did the group specials.”

“What’s the group specials?” Erica asks. Even Miguel looked curious. “One of them is you have a group reading. Another is where you summon up spirits to talk to them.”

“Oh no, no, no. You guys can drop me off at the next McDonald’s because I’m not playing that. Don’t look at me like that guys. We are people of color. We don’t do stuff like that. And T you know how Monica is. She will get drunk and want to do one of those activities. I don’t know about you but having the Green Goblin or the Vulture or that alien thing terrorizing the city is enough for me. Thank you.”

You take a hold of Miguel’s hand and he squeezes it. “I’m sure we’re going to have a good time. I mean what could possibly go wrong?” Erica groans from the back seat. “Why did you say that?”

When you three arrive you enter inside and see Monica and Jerry already at the booth. You all join them and you see Monica already having a few drinks in front of her. “Hi guys.” Jerry says greeting all of you. You all greet back and take your seats in the booth.

“This place-how did you find out about it?” Erica asks as she looks the menu over. “One of my co workers was telling me about this place. He said the drinks here are really good.”

“Oh the drinks…like the two you have in front of you.” Erica says through her teeth as she glances at you and Miguel. You mouth for her to behave and you look the menu over with Miguel.

“I think I’ll have the mini Freddy Krueger pizza. That sounds good, with the pepperoni and mushroom slices. What are you getting?”

“The hell-raiser sampler platter sounds good. It comes with blacked chicken tenders, fries and…bloody honey mustard.”

“Oh can I try one of your fries then?” You ask as you both decide on what you two will be eating. The waiter comes over to the booth and asks what drinks would everyone like to start with. “I’ll have another one of the child’s play margaritas.” Monica replies.

“No, she will have some water. I’ll have the we all float down here screw ball.” Erica orders. “I’ll have a refill on my not so lucky leprechaun dirty ice tea.” Jerry tells them. “I’ll just have a candy man honey whisky neat.” Miguel says. “I’ll have the dawn of the dead chocolate spiced mixer.” You all put in your food orders in as well and the waiter lets you know that the food and drinks will be ready shortly. When they walk away, you all start light conversation.

“So, Tommie how have you been?” Monica asks as she sucks down the last of her drink. “I’ve been good. I’m all healed up.”

“That’s good, Miguel I bet you’re happy. You looked miserable for those few days.” Jerry comments. “I was.” Miguel looks at you and you look away. You don’t like the thought of Miguel being miserable because of how you were hurt.

“Enough about the past, we all wanna know something. When are y’all getting married?” Erica asks as she eats one of the rolls on the table. “Well uh-”

“We will when the time is right. There’s no rush right Miguel?” You say expecting him to agree but you see he’s quiet. And you take notice but the conversation changes again.

“Miguel?” You whisper to him. “Yes amor?” He turns to you and you can’t help but ask. “There’s no rush right? To get married?”

“Amor, there is no rush, but I want you and I to be married one day. Don’t you ever think about it?” You’d be lying if you said no. You often get random thoughts about walking down the aisle and seeing your family around to witness the two of you getting married. You don’t reply but you’re grateful when the drinks make it to the table along with the food.

You look down at your pizza and change the subject. “Your food looks good.” You snag one of Miguel’s fries and take a bite, burning yourself in the process. “Amor be careful.” Miguel tells you as you try to wave him off. “Damn those are hot but the chili powder on them is good. Here have a bite of my pizza.” You offer him some but he declines and makes sure you’re okay…

After the food was devoured and the glasses were empty. You look at the devilish grin that crawled across Monica’s lips.

“Alright, now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” She says with a bit of slur in her words. “Oh nope, I’m out. Miguel, Tommie, we gotta go.”

“Come on guys, it’s nothing crazy it’s just a group reading. We can even go as couples if you guys want.” Erica scowls at her. “How do we go as couples genius? There’s five of us. And I’m not going by myself.”

“Then we can do a group of two and a group of three. I already paid and I’m not wasting my money. Let’s go to the back.” Monica sits up and Erica was pouting with her arms crossed.

“Got us doing this scary shit knowing damn well we not suppose to be doing this scary shit. Monica after tonight don’t invite me anywhere. You hear me?”

You five were lead to the back for the group activities and one of the workers speaks to you all. “Alright so you five have the group reading. Will you all be going together or in sets?”

“Erica, you’re with me and Jerry.” Monica says as she grabs her and pulls her along. Erica looks back at you and Miguel and she whimpers. “If I die, call my mama and daddy. Tell them I was brave.” Monica rolls her eyes at her. “Don’t lie to her parents.” Jerry comments as they go to the back.

As you two were left alone, Miguel holds you from behind. “Qué hay en tu mente, mi corazón?” You relax in his touch and you sigh. “I think about it, a lot. About the future with you. Sometimes it’s scary because it’s like I can see it happening right now. I can see us married, living in our own place, we have the careers we wanted and I see you coming home to me every night. But the scary part is…I feel that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You turn to him then. “I know that. I know you’re not going anywhere, but Miguel this…this all feels like in a snap of a finger you could disappear. Or I could disappear.”

“I won’t let that happen again.” You frown at his words as you open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted by a loud clapping noise coming from the room. “It sounds like they’re having a good time in there, amor. Are you excited for your reading?”

“I guess so..” What did he mean by again? You wonder.

Previously, Next

(Bonus! I drew some Miguel art cause I was bored)

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liyawritesss · 2 years ago

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Could you do another chapter installation for Vander x Pregnant reader?

ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡ/ ɴᴇᴡᴍᴏᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Pairing: Modern!Vander x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: A continuation of the headcanons of Arcane characters with a pregnant!reader; this is specifically for Vander and how he’d react to being a father figure once again!

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of labor, brief allusion to post-labor pains and fatigue, also a brief allusion to Vander 'handling things if a baby daddy pops up

A/N: Lord I lowkey forgot I did these headcanons, it was so long ago…back when I had my first ever case of baby fever lol. Not gonna lie it took me a while to actually sit with this one bc I don’t have the same drive as I did when I first made these headcanons, so I hope they sound alright. Also, this can be taken as romantic or platonic, I left it ambiguous on purpose for that reason.

Tags: @writingintheshadowsforever @mbakuetshurisprincess @verachii @cafehyunji @lulu-network @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @conretewings @vander-affectionate

Vander takes special care in learning how to aid you during your pregnancy. His kids are his by bond; adopted from old friends and off the streets. He’s not familiar with the whole pregnancy process, so he tries to prepare himself. He is, in fact, not prepared.

You would commonly find him sitting at the kitchen table while waddling down the stairs for a class of water, sitting on his phone or at his laptop, looking at articles on how to prepare for being a newborn’s dad, or on amazon for things to buy for the baby’s arrival. He’s a very dedicated man!

You wanted to have an at-home delivery, of which Vander was originally against because he would much rather have had the professionals handle the delivery. Not that he didn't trust your judgment, that’s far from doubt…he just doesn’t trust himself. He’s about thirty years of rough edges and has only known harshness. He doesn’t know the first thing about infants, and the fragility of them scares the living shit out of him.

When the child is born he is absolutely mesmerized by them. How something so tiny can release the shrillest of cries, how they practically fit in the palms of his hand. This may not be his kid, but he knows for sure that the connection he feels to this tiny human in his hand is just as strong as any biological connection could be.

Being a mother is exhausting, Vander learns. The exhaustion that racks through you day in and day out from taking care of your newborn does a number to you, and he sees it. He tries to ease the burden by taking over night shifts so that you can sleep. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to overstep any boundaries but he gets the hang of it after a couple of weeks.

He becomes super dad very quickly - as if he wasn’t one already. He keeps the baby very entertained while you’re healing and getting yourself back together after the labor.

In spending more time with the kid he also becomes protective, as one would suggest. So you better hope no baby daddy drama comes around…cuz Vander not having it at all. He will do some serious damage to that dude if he tries anything funny…and we don’t wanna see Vander get angry now.

But overall he’d ve a very loving and supportive person throughout the pregnancy and the first stages of your child's life in whatever capacity you want him to be in, whether it be platonic or romantic. Nevertheless, he does view your kid as one of his own and will always treat him as such.

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walkawaysoreeyes · 21 days ago

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11/4/2024 READING

Today i'm going over Lamentations chapter 3, i'm just going to write anything that made me think, how God may have used His word to talk to me and what i learned! Today's chapter is rough, I almost highlighted all of it! But important to read, especially if you have been avoiding the Lord or His convictions.

God is our light and hope, even in our darkness!

To me, that was the main theme and message of this chapter, the writer started the chapter with speaking about the darkness that Jerusalem is in because of their own sin. He says that he is "a man who has seen affliction by the rod of the Lord's wrath." The wrath he speaks of, is the judgement that God casted down on them for their lack of repenting. As you get farther on into the chapter, he speaks how God is his hope and of His great love, even in this trial. It's a good read for those who are needing a chapter to reveal to them how God is our great Redeemer and our hope!

"He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light; Indeed, He has turned His hand against me again and again, all day long. " Lamentations 3:2-3

“This seems to be the hardest part of our lot, that God should lead us into darkness: ‘He hath led me and brought me into darkness.’ Yet dear brethren, that is, on the other hand, the sweetest thing about our trial; because, if the darkness be in the place where God has led us, it is best for us to be in the dark.” (Spurgeon) This whole quote covers those verses greatly, better than i could ever put into words!

"Even when i call out or cry for help, He shuts out my prayer" Lamentations 3:8

This is honestly, a pretty scary verse, something that is hard to even fathom God doing. But this verse reminds us all, we MUST have a healthy fear of the Lord and knowing He is not afraid to punish His children! Think back to when you were a child, when you got in trouble and maybe got a whooping or grounded, do you really think that your parents wanted to hear you cry and plead, saying "Oh, i can fix, dad, what if i go do it now? will i still have to be grounded? i learned my lesson!" The answer to that is no, they didn't want to hear that, so, God probably doesn't want to hear that either. How can we learn to have that fear of the Lord, if He didn't hold true to His word and stick to our punishment!

"I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is, so i say, 'My splendor is gone and all that i had hoped from the Lord.'" Lamentations 3:17-18

Our peace and joy can only come from the Lord, if it comes from the world then it is SUPERFICAL! Fake! If you spend your whole life only settling for the superficial things and the lies that satan will tell us, then do you truly know God and Jesus? Because God and Jesus have things prepared for us that we could never even imagine! Don't stray so far away from the Lord that you forgot what peace is and what it feels like!

"I well remember them and my soul is downcast within me." Lamentation 3:20

If you read commentary by enduring word while you are reading along in your bible, then this part will be familiar. When the author says, "my soul is downcast within me" he is saying that he has hit rock bottom. But even though he has hit the lowest point he can, he has a bright side; He can rebuild his foundation and relationship with God! While that sounds crazy to be a bright side, it's a true second chance given to Him by the Lord in order to help him build his faith!

"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail." Lamentation 3:22

Even when God was inflicting punishment upon Jerusalem and they were His adversary, He still showed his love and mercy! But by not completely "consuming" Jerusalem, He showed them mercy and that even though they have not been faithful, He will ALWAYS remain faithful!

"Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that both calamities and good things come?" Lamentations 3:38

i'm only going to say it once and all even make it very clear! GOD IS IN CONTROL OVER EVERYTHING! EVERY SINGLE SMALL LITTLE DETAIL, HE HAS THE CONTROL! Please remember a very simple song, He has the whole world in His hands!

Sorry if this wasn't the best, today has been a rough day, my dog had her emergency surgery and its touch and go! if you can please pray for her and my family, i would greatly appreciate it! May the Lord bless you!

#christian living #christianity #jesus christ #jesus #christian #God #bible study #bible scripture #bible reading #scripture #faith #lamentations #book of lamentations #jesus loves you #jesussaves #Jesus bless you

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moriartyluver · 1 year ago

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER VIII

WARNING: this chapter contains detailed descriptions of violence and slight implications of SH but not really directly mentioned

"AH, SO THIS IS WHERE you've wandered off to, doll," a voice called out to (name) in the dark room, making her hairs stand on end. "I see you've found my little..operating room."

(Eye colour) eyes landed on the tall man as she turned around. They were brimming with tears while her (lip colour) bottom lip was quivering. She held back a stream of wails as she made eye contact with him.

"All these pathetic maids," said Edward Ashfordshire as he slowly approached the woman in front of him. She backed away slowly, the only sounds coming from her were the clacking of her heels which eventually halted as her lower back hit the edge of one of the tables in the basement. "..could never compare to the beauty and grace you exude."

The woman in question felt her hand brush against a stain of dried blood which seemed to have absorbed into the rough wooden table. She could already feel the splinters digging into her soft skin.

"What is this..are those r-real people..?" She asked with a stutter, feigning ignorance as she tried to maintain the facade of the timid and fearful woman, the persona exactly opposite of Lady (name) (last name). As he continued moving, (name) found herself leaning against a wall.

Ashfordshire stroked his stubble as if it were a full grown beard and leaned forward, trapping (name) between his oddly short arms. "Hm? You found this place by mistake then, and not by curiosity?" He asked rhetorically. (Name) remained frozen in fear, unable to say another word. "I had assumed that you broke in but now it seems I was foolish and forgot to lock the door. That bloody maid must've given you the wrong directions, my flower."

'Or rather, this was all planned, you foolish man'

(Name) trembled as she looked around for an escape, but with no avail. "Please don't hurt me, my Lord! I promise I won't t-tell anyone!!" She exclaimed in a panicked tone.

Lord Edward laughed as (name) looked at him in confusion. "I am so incredibly sorry, sweet cheeks, but that is the only wish I cannot grant you."

"You aren't going to turn me into one of them..are you?!" She said frantically, leaning further away from his face. Ashfordshire responded negatively to this gesture, grabbing (Name)'s gloved wrist, his grip incredibly tight and painful.

"Oh how wonderful this is! I had thanked the heavens for nights after you approached me first at that recent ball, and with such innocent enthusiasm too!" Ashfordshire's face contorted into a repulsive grin, his breath tickling against her face. She had to resist the urge to vomit then and there. "And now i am able to add the rarest prize of them all to my collection, my own to use and do with as i please!"

How could he be so comfortable to say such things to the victim he was speaking to? (Name) felt real disgust as he continued talking. The way he spoke of her made her almost resort to taking her weapon and killing herself on the spot.

"And look at you, so submissive for me, so beautiful. No, that wouldn't be anywhere close to capturing the exotic appearance you hold. It's like a collectors item has made its way into my hands!" He continued while (name) grew more and more agitated, closer and close to snapping. "Don't make that face, gorgeous, you may be radiant no matter what you do, but I would much prefer a scared look to a mean one when I have you killed, after all, there is no escape."

This statement caused (name)'s (eye colour) eyes to widen. The man before her noticed this and explained further as (name) felt her throat dry.

"That meal you had, I slipped some poison in there after it was prepared and laid out before you," his grin widened "what? You didn't expect me to use methods that would cause any markings on you, did you? I could never! Even a single small scar on your face was decrease your value to me by tenfold, therefore I can't use a knife or gun unless necessary, unlike how I did upon these harlots you see around this room of mine."

She finally managed to croak out a few words "you're a sick man!" She exclaimed, tears running down her face as her makeup smudged slightly.

"That's more like it. A scowl doesn't suit you, pumpkin. These tears, though, are much more attractive. Seeing a woman, rumoured to be so strong, like yourself falling apart at my hands really is enticing. It's like I'm a deity of some sort. Like Neptune taming a sea-horse!" He continued to ramble on, unaware of (name) reaching down to her skirt, rolling it up slightly to reach her thigh and pull her favourite dagger out of its sheath.

"Am I really going to die..?!" She whispered in anguish, tears still flowing down her cheeks. A pale and callous hand reached to her face and held it closer to him, making (name) even more uncomfortable than earlier, which she had seen as practically impossible, but as usual, men were full of surprises.

Lord Ashfordshire inspected her face, inches away from his own. Each time his thumb ran itself along her face, she was closer and closer to considering stabbing him right in the chest.

A disturbing smirk painted the man's face "Of course, and you'll end up as my most prized possession, what an honourable way to die, doll.." he said, placing a kiss to her free hand. His lips were dry and gave her an terribly uncomfortable feeling, unlike whenever William would kiss her hand like a true gentleman despite being so irritating. Was William still in the dining room? She thought. "Ill wait a while till you die from the poison, maybe I'll continue toying with you further, and then once you die, I'll remove your organs and have you stuffed and taxidermied like an exotic animal."

The constant reminder of being exotic had started to get to her. If she hadn't any sense, she would have cut his tongue out by now.

"By the way," Ashfordshire started again, not even giving (name) a chance to speak as his hand inched closer to her throat "what's this in your hand?"

Ah. He had finally seen the dagger.

'How stupid..'

He roughly grabbed her other hand and took the dagger from her, threatening to stab her right in the chest as the blade was only a mere centimetre away from her.

"Don't fight it. I should have know such a cunning woman would have something up her sleeve, or rather on her thigh." He laughed obnoxiously, as if he were funny. (Name) on the other hand was not laughing, instead her timid look had shifted to a glare. Back to her original self, one could suppose "still, having the gem of (home country) at my mercy really is thrilling, even if she is more of a pathetic whore than I thought..after all you brought another man to our little dinner date...It seems the poison is taking quite a while so I may as well have some fun with you whilst I have the chance.."

"Don't you dare fucking touch me, you son of a bitch." She spat, much to Ashfordshire's surprise. "And don't you ever call me a pathetic whore. Or any other woman for that matter. Women are not yours to use as you please, you bracket faced fumbler."

The nobleman pressed the blade to (name)'s chest, not hesitating to kill her then and there, contrary to his previous statements.

Except the blade was a fake. A mere prop in which the blade would retract when force was applied to it.

This was planned.

Just then, (name) quickly kicked him in the crotch and rushed to the other end of the room, looking for a weapon to take him down with as he groaned in pain.

She couldn't find anything until she spotted a scalpel on a little operating table but was beat to by Ashfordshire who took the blade, tripped her over and pinned her to the ground, ready to dissect her whilst she still breathed and her heart still beating.

The (hair colour)-ette winced at the sharp pain in her leg, which had broken her fall before Ashfordshire managed to trap her onto the filthy floor

This was not planned.

(Name) mentally scolded herself for not planning every single outcome. She couldn't die. Not here anyways. And not yet either. What would Josephine do without her? What about William who had put faith in her to take on Ashfordshire on her own? What about the little girls of high society who she wanted to help achieve the same goals as men?

Well, she supposed, another could always come along. William could take Josephine under his wing and she knew she would get along well with Louis too. William would find another person to trust, although (name) secretly disliked the thought. Another role model could come around to advocate for women's opportunities to be equal to that of men.

No. None of that would do. She had to live. She had to kill Ashfordshire, if not for herself then for all those she cared for.

(Name) felt a hand wrap tightly around her throat, but before he could choke her to death, she let out a loud yell, overexerting her voice box as far as possible to signal she needed backup. A pale, large hand clasped itself over (name)'s mouth attempting to muffle any sounds she made. In retaliation, she bit down on it. The nobleman grimaced and instantly moved his hand away.

"You bastard. Get off me, you oaf..!" (Name) struggled beneath the dark haired man but he still had her arm in his other and wasn't planning on getting off her any time soon. The woman continued cursing him out in (mother tongue), words that he could not understand but could tell by her tone were certainly not compliments.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the door burst open, and (name) expected to see the muscular former solider, Moran, who was stationed in a room above the basement for backup,but instead, her eyes widened to see William, stood right at the door with a look of pure rage in his eyes and an unreadable expression otherwise.

It had all happened rather fast to (name), one moment Ashfordshire was about to take her life and the next, she was sat by the side, watching William make the disgusting man regret even being born.

As soon as William saw the hand shaped bruise on (name)'s neck and the scalpel threatening to cut her, he didn't even need a weapon to administer a thorough beating upon the demon before him, it was as if he were a feral beast. He quickly shoved him off the woman and guided her away to the side, draping his blazer over her shoulders because her dress had been torn before he beat Lord Ashfordshire bloody, insulting him with each punch and smack. Within seconds his face was bruised and bloody, his teeth had fallen out and he overall looked more of a mess than he did when not injured. Upon hearing his terrified screams, the noblewoman couldn't help but smile, even laugh slightly at his suffering.

Amidst all the screeches and groans of pain, the bloodied man had managed to utter one sentence with a laugh and the disgusting grin (name) had seen earlier had cursed his face once more.

"There's no point.." he choked as William stood up, looking down at the pathetic man with the utmost silent disgust "there's no fucking point in beating me up now..she gonna die anyways..ha...I poisoned that bitch, she'll be dead before you know it...she's just using you to get her own satisfaction like she used me"

"When the hell did I ever use you, you piece of shit?" She called out monotonously from the other end of the room.

William didn't look towards her and instead stamped on the Lord's face, which couldn't be ruined because it was already ugly, then repeatedly kicked him, crushing his internal organs with the ultimate goal to kill the disgusting bastard beneath him. Eventually it had gotten to the point that he could no longer breathe, probably because his broken ribs had punctured his lungs.

The most painful part for the fallen noble was that he was still alive. Even after being beaten he was still alive and breathing, albeit very poorly, and apart from the fear, all he could think of was how much he wished he had stabbed that foreign whore when he had the chance.

William had removed the scalpel from his hand, which Lord Edward had clutched so hard that his own hand was bleeding and was about to stab him with it to finally kill him but was stopped by (Name) who stood up and made her way over to the blond, placing her hand on his shoulder, with his jacket still draped over her own and pulling the scalpel out of his blood stained hands forcefully. She wrapped her arm around his torso and pulled him close to her whilst he rested his head on her shoulder, not saying a word.

"I thought I told you, Moriarty, I wanted to be the one to kill him," (name) said seriously but then chuckled and smiled., real tears threatening to fall from her eyes "Thank you, William"

"He's not dead yet," he muttered against the collar of her dress. "If you really wish to kill him then take the scalpel and cut his neck, although I'd much rather you not filthy your hands and have this bastard die slowly and painfully"

(Name) raised an eyebrow at his words then smirked and patted his back affectionately before keeling down with William still resting against her.

"Even hell is too lenient a punishment for you." She whispered into Ashfordshire's ear before she slit his neck quickly and let him bleed out before rising once more. She kicked his lifeless body after a few minutes to check he was dead and confirmed it.

The devil was gone.

As they left the room, (name) took out a familiar embroidered handkerchief and wiped the blood of William's face gently as she stood before him. He remained quiet, which (name) had assumed might have been because of how much energy he had exerted whilst trying to kill the now dead Ashfordshire.

"You kept it.." William eventually whispered as (name) cleaned off some blood from his nose.

She looked at the now red cloth in her hand and ran her thumb against the embroidered 'W.J.M' "I did.."

"You aren't hurt, are you? I'm sorry I arrived so late..it must've been frightening." He worried as he placed his hands on her shoulders then remembered what Ashfordshire had said earlier "Please tell me he was bluffing about the poison-"

"I'm immune to a most poisons. I'll be fine." It was true.

As a child, her mother had given her small doses of common and rare poisons alike, gradually increasing the dosage day by day until she became immune to large amounts of poison. As the only daughter of the Grand Duke and Duchess, they feared (name) would get assassinated by a power hungry family so in an attempt to protect her, she had been trained to be resistant to poison and become skilled with both the sword and martial arts to prevent any physical harm befalling the girl.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she said after a moment. "You really showed that son of a.. I mean, you delivered a good punishment upon that dead lord."

William smiled and took (name)'s hand into his own and brought it up to his cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin through the glove against his cold yet flushed face. "I'm alright aswell, I'm sorry..I lost my composure, (name)"

Instead of responding with words, (name) pressed her lips against his now clean cheek as a thanks, whispering another 'thank you' into his ear. The man had a look of surprise on his face as his ears and cheeks grew even more pink than before and it wasn't because of the cold weather.

The lady wiped his lipstick stained cheek with her gloved hand but was interrupted by Moran and Fred who had come out to check on the duo. Fred had tried earlier when he heard (name) yell for help to enter through the trap door but as if by a strange coincidence, the door was jammed and wouldn't open so he went to go and retrieve Moran to get into the basement to act as back up, except they were a little too late.

"Ah, William, you dealt with Ashfordshire already?" The colonel asked, watching as (name) backed away from the man in embarrassment.

William nodded as (name) said "Unfortunately his body isn't very intact, so we'll have to dispose of it another way, any ideas?” Even though she had known the pair for a day, she easily was able to take authority as give commands to them in regard to the plan.

“Feed his filthy corpse to pigs,” William muttered once more, causing (name) to laugh quietly.

The story they had chosen to go with was the following:

Lord Edward Ashfordshire was to go bankrupt and had many loans to pay off. He ran away and left behind his manor in fear of tax collectors finding him. Detectives would come to investigate, eventually finding the stuffed corpses in his basement and exposing his misdeeds to the public.

(Name) had arranged for the remaining staff to be sent to other noble families who she trusted and once the corpses were discovered, she had payed for each of the deceased maid’s funerals and made sure they were remembered in the most dignified way possible. The manor where Ashfordshire once lived was rumoured to be cursed and haunted by Ashfordshire’s spirit, who had been assumed to have died of suicide and madness shortly after his disappearance.

Josephine, all her colleagues and any other potential future victims of Ashfordshire had all been avenged and that brought (name) great satisfaction.

After all, Ashfordshire had severely underestimated the power a ‘dumb’, ‘submissive’ and most of all ‘exotic’ woman could hold.

As planned, he had died at the hands of the same lady he wished to break, the unbreakable Lady (name) (Last name)

BONUS:

“Welcome home brother, Ashfordshire has received his rightful punishment,” William reported as he greeted Albert who had just arrived home.

“I see you were right about Lady (last name) being a valuable member to be added to our team,” Albert smiled “Well done.”

As Albert watched William eventually leave to return to his office, he noticed a little red mark on his younger brother’s cheek. The corners of his lips turned upwards in a smirk as he called out to him.

“Oh William, you have a little something on your cheek“ and the door to his office slammed shut as William wiped at the stain furiously, unable to stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

A/N: Gawd damn this chapter was longgg 3k+ words wow. There’s a lot to unpack here but feral liam??? 😍😍. Poor fl bro. She’s been through it. And yes I did add them being all cute after brutally killing someone so what. Again, pretty long chapter so I don’t know whether I should apologise or not lol. Have a nice day because the proposal, meeting the parents and wedding chapters are all next hehe

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dhr-ao3 · 7 months ago

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Seven Minutes.

Seven Minutes. https://ift.tt/1QjDgyM by Geografica 11 years after the final battle of the Second Wizarding War, Hermione finds herself working for the ministry of the New Order, lead by the King and Queen; Lord Voldemort and his wife. While sent on a mission to the United States, she meets 'The Fox.' a seperate fighter for the same cause of the New Order, in the United States. After meeting him she comes to realise that everything that she thought she knew about her time at Hogwarts, was a lie and as her world comes crashing down, she must figure out how to not only deal with her new perspective, but also figure out a plan to overthrow the indestructible King and Queen. I just want to make it abundantly clear that this isn't a happy light story; it's dark. Look at the tags for any potential triggers. I will try to add triggers in the notes before each chapter. If you come across any tags that I forgot to add, please let me know. This story starts off in 2009, but the majority of the story will be told in Chronological order, starting at the summer before the first year of Hogwarts. Words: 4212, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/M Characters: Harry Potter, Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Tom Riddle/Original Female Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Tracey Davis/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Everyone, Theodore Nott/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, No Horcruxes, Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con, Battle, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Mystery, Flashbacks, Espionage, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Hogwarts Era, Possessive Tom Riddle, Protective Draco Malfoy, Possessive Behavior, Praise Kink, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Aftermath of Torture, Psychological Torture, POV Original Character, Original Character-centric, Explicit Language, Rough Sex, Violent Sex, Manipulation, Past Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Sane Tom Riddle, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/cMaltns April 30, 2024 at 06:30PM

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tokiro07 · 1 year ago

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Undead Unluck ch.168 thoughts REDO!

The bulk of this week's review wasn't directly related to Undead Unluck, so I'm going to delete that one and rework it into its own standalone post later. This post is going to start the same as before, but now it's going to address a point I meant to talk about and simply forgot because I got sidetracked

So, once again:

[Time for School]

HIGH SCHOOL! AU! HIGH SCHOOL! AU!

Man, this was one of the funniest chapters in a long time, from Fuuko ripping open Shen's eye to force Untruth onto Feng to Feng realizing that he's been reduced to a gym teacher and won't get to fight anyone, I was laughing start to finish

I really needed it, too, I was having a rough day at work (when normally Jump day is my day off...), and this chapter cheered me right up!

Shen and Mui's relationship developing into an actual romance of course was a great way to start us off, and seeing Fuuko continue to wrap Feng around her finger gives me great hope for how his character is going to interact with the story going forward, but of course the real meat of this chapter was the Union infiltrating Chikara's school

I'm sure that Tozuka will think of a way to actually incorporate everyone into the plot to save Chikara's parents, but man...do they really need to be here? I think that any one of them would be sufficient to stop a truck from hitting some pedestrians, and yet here everyone is, wearing costumes and faking credentials to get close to an underage boy

Boy, sounds bad when you put it like that...

Anyway, of course this is the mission that Fuuko is the most excited about. Fuuko's greatest regret is that she couldn't live a normal school life, so while this is clearly wholly unnecessary to helping Chikara, it's absolutely vital to Fuuko to do this. I imagine it's going to help endear the group to Chikara, too, but this isn't really about him. It's the one truly selfish thing that I think Fuuko is going to be doing in the series, and she deserves it! Treat yourself, girl!!!

And again, there is no need for her to bring everyone else along if she just wants to play high schooler. But let's be honest, there was no way she wasn't going to bring them along. Not only would she want all of her loved ones to be present for what is going to be the most important side quest of her life, but consider this: NO ONE ELSE HERE HAD A NORMAL LIFE EITHER!

Shen and Mui grew up on the street, Billy's been a mercenary for lord knows how long, Sean was in the cartel! I could go on! Sure, a lot of them probably went to high school normally and had these experiences already, but their lives have been screwed up for so long by this point that it'd definitely be good for them to have a taste of normality. Not even just by virtue of being Negators, the way that everyone here has lived their lives has simply been abnormal, so letting them have normal jobs and normal friends is a great way for them to get a basic idea of how their lives could look once everything with God is resolved. Many of them likely won't choose a life like that, but still, having that perspective could really change the trajectory of their lives by expanding their horizons

I just think it's a shame that so many other characters don't get to be here. Sure, world-famous boxing champion Void Volks and American military captain Creed wouldn't make much sense to be here, but c'mon...you did this arc BEFORE recruiting Tatiana?!

The other girl who missed her entire adolescence??? The other girl who can never touch another person??? THE GIRL WHO CHIKARA HAS A CRUSH ON??? She would have been perfect! ...Assuming that she won't be stuck in Sphere this time...oh god, that's probably why, she's still going to be in Sphere and wouldn't be able to go to school...

Also sad that Andy can't be here, but it was established LOOONG ago that he can't pass for a kid in this very school, so while it would be nice to see Fuuko and Andy play high school sweethearts, it would definitely be tricky to pull off. But who knows, maybe this is where we'll finally get him back? Probably not, but I'd like it

I don't expect to see much if any combat in this arc, but weirdly, I'm perfectly okay with that. I'm really excited to see a more domestic look at this cast, and as we've established, Tozuka is just super funny, so this is probably going to be, at least for the next couple weeks, a fantastic slice-of-life manga. I know I said it about the Hong Kong arc too, but I think this is the most excited I've been about an Undead Unluck arc

It definitely says something about Tozuka's quality as an author that he's made me say that two arcs in a row

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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Prisoner to Temptation | Chapter Two

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Rough, rough, rough week last week, so I didn’t get this out as planned. Needless to say, I was more than happy to teleport to another universe with Prince Chae Hyungwon tonight. *sob*

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Most of the royals who had attended the ill-fated ball had stayed at the khan’s palace for a week after, which meant a tedious amount of handshaking and bowing and simpering, which had drained Naran of most of her spirit. Prince Hyungwon had been by her side through much of it, and he seemed to wear far better than she—not that she’d asked—but even his shoulders had slumped by the end of the week.

Though obligation now bound them, the couple did not converse with each other as they had to with others. It wasn’t for the prince’s lack of trying, but Naran had no heart for anything but the bare minimum of politeness no matter how relentlessly handsome he was, especially after spending hours sitting between the Empress of Goryeo and her own mother as they talked wedding plans over her head. To be fair, the ladies tried to include the princess, but she just waved them off with as pleasant a “as Your Highnesses wish since you know best” as she could manage.

Her dowry had to be negotiated, too, which felt much more like haggling with the town grocer over the price of a sack of potatoes. For that, Naran chose to leave the palace entirely and breathe the fresh air in the palace gardens. Under the open sky and before the might of the mountains, she forgot everything that was and tried to imagine what could once have been. Maybe she could steal a horse from the stable tonight and go for a ride before she had to return to her palace in Urga to collect her things. Just the thought of packing up her life brought a fresh wave of nausea.

She took a deep breath. Morning was giving way to the day, and the damp fog had burned away before the yellow sun. The world smelled of greenery and faintly of the horses across the grounds.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Naran swiveled and found her betrothed approaching. Her exhale came out in a choked cough.

“What are you doing here, my lord?”

“Queen Jigme sent me to find you.”

Naran narrowed her eyes, but it was for her mother this time. “Of course she did. Have I finally been weighed and measured?”

“I have no idea. I stay as far away from those discussions as I can.”

“You're as shrewd as your father then, I think.”

“And you're as tenacious as that weed,” observed Hyungwon is he nodded toward a small bundle of feathery-headed flowers clustered beneath one of the hedgerows.

Naran shot him a withering look. “The prince is off to a terrific start with his future wife by comparing her to a nuisance.”

“Hey,” he said. Hyungwon reached for her but stopped just before he touched her. His ears were pink, and his expression was strained. “My apologies, my lady. That's not what I meant at all. I meant you are the kind who thrives in places no one expects you to. You can withstand anything. Besides, it is a pretty flower.”

“It’s covered in thorns,” Naran quipped. “I thought you were supposed to be good at talking to women.”

The prince sighed. “Actually, my kingdom, my rank, and my looks do most of the talking for me. Often, I say very little, so in the interest of being a little less awkward, I’ll just say you're very beautiful today, my lady.”

“Yes, well, I think my mother is afraid you'll rescind your proposal, so she has subjected me to an hour’s worth of preparation every morning since.”

“That’s not it,” Hyungwon insisted with a gentle shake of his head before his fingers gripped a lock of loose black hair along her jaw. “It's the way the wind frames your face. The wildness suits you.”

In that moment, Naran swore the wind stopped just to spite her. She took a step back and cleared her throat. “You do not need to flatter me, my prince. It’s not necessary because I can’t go anywhere. Our fate is already bound.”

“As you wish,” he said, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught him studying her.

Naran had told Hyungwon her vanity didn’t need to be fed, but with the side of her skin still burning at the mere proximity of his touch, she could admit to herself that his words had swelled a certain pride in her chest. Then she remembered he had compared her to a weed and it tempered. Instead, she plucked the nuisance plant herself only to get jabbed by its prickly stem as its last protest. Reluctantly, she had to concede that maybe his metaphor wasn't as far off base as she'd like to believe.

“Are you all right?” he asked as he craned his head to inspect her finger, but Naran clutched the injured digit to her chest. He was far too close as it was.

“It's nothing, your grace. We have these back home, too. I’ve pricked my fingers on them hundreds of times. I guess I never learned my lesson.”

“Too busy trying to make a point?” the prince suggested with a raise of an eyebrow.

Through gritted teeth, she replied, “I suppose.”

“Shall I see you back inside then?”

Naran shook her head. “I’m not ready to go back in there. The air is so much easier to breathe out here.”

“Then I shall wait out here with you.”

“That’s not necessary, Prince Hyungwon—”

“Of course not, but you’re right. The air is sweeter here.”

The princess resigned herself to the company. She would have to get used to it soon enough anyway, but she was hoping for a bit more time to herself before all of it was stolen from her. Even though the prince made no further attempts at conversation, he also showed no signs of leaving, and while the silence wasn’t awkward, Naran felt obligated to say something.

“I take it it’s rather crowded in Goryeo.”

Hyungwon shrugged a shoulder as he surveyed the countless steeples and spires that pierced the skyline beyond the palace walls. “The cities are, especially Namgyeong, but we have a home in the country, too. It’s smaller and much more secluded. It’s my favorite. Sometimes it feels like the only place I can think.”

At this, Naran’s interest reluctantly piqued. “Are there mountains?”

“Many, and a river that, in the summer, sometimes turns the exact color of the sunset so you cannot tell where earth and sky exist apart from each other.”

“Really?”

The prince nodded, a slight smile on his face. “It’s as though it’s been painted that way. Other times, there are rivers of clouds swirling between the mountains instead of the water below.”

Swaths of emerald and pearl unfurled in her mind as Naran drifted with the vision Hyungwon had conjured. Beside her, his gaze trained on her misty-eyed profile.

“There are hot springs nearby, too,” he added.

“Hot springs? I’ve only ever heard of those. They sound…”

“Healing?” he suggested.

“Magical.”

Hyungwon outright grinned now, and it transformed his face into that of a boy’s. “I'll take you to them, Princess. One day soon.”

That was Naran’s ice-cold reminder of their contract, and as gentle as the prince’s words sounded, they were mere obligations that came with fulfilling their terms.

“As you desire, my lord.”

His smile vanished with her intrigue, and idly, they strolled around the palace gardens, the prince always a step or two behind her, which only managed to provoke the princess. Men always wanted to set the pace as well as the route. With his long legs, Hyungwon should have been eating up the pathways. What was he doing back there?

Eager to end what was becoming an increasingly uncomfortable walk, Naran rounded a corner back to the palace proper, and just as the doors came into view, the prince spoke: “Do you know any Goryeon?”

“I’m afraid not, my lord.”

Hyungwon hummed. “Shall I get you a tutor then? Perhaps it will make you a little more comfortable. And you will need to speak the language of our people, of course.”

“Of course,” Naran said though she resented it to her core. They weren’t her people. Her people lived unmoored in the grasslands as far as the sky stretched or in sturdy tents around the palace walls. They certainly did not live in Goryeo.

“And on our ride there,” he continued, “I could help prepare you for our Court customs to make things a little less overwhelming once we arrive.”

“How thoughtful, your highness.”

At last, Hyungwon pulled up alongside her with a side-eye at the ready. “You know, Princess, I’m not going to rescind my proposal, I swear to it.”

It was all Naran could do to keep her composure now that the doors were nearly in reach. “I’m sure not.”

He sighed. “If that’s not it, then did I do something wrong?”

“Sire?”

This time, Hyungwon outright grunted. “Can we please go back to the way we were speaking a bit ago? You're talking to me like you're putting on a show for your mother. It's just us out here.”

That was the problem. There were no other distractions. Playing formal was easier than admitting that she felt the tug of superficial attraction to the man who had shackled her by force to him for the rest of her life. It was terribly unfair that he could be so handsome and yet also so casual about upending her whole world.

“I thought you might like the change of pace,” Naran said, and Hyungwon vehemently shook his head.

“I hate it. We swore we would be our true selves with each other, did we not? With you is the only place I can receive such equality. Please don't take it away.”

The princess swallowed hard. “Very well, my lord, but remember that I tried to spare you once. If you want openness from me, you shall have it—all of it. I hate that I have to move to the other end of the Earth to accommodate you and your family, I hate that I have to speak a language I have no desire to learn, and I hate that I’m not allowed to hate any of that.”

Stunned, Hyungwon stared until she sighed and stomped at last to the doors. The moment her hand fell to the handle, he asked, “Feel better?”

“Hardly, but I did enjoy the awkward look on your face for a change,” Naran replied. “Doesn’t any of that bother you?”

“Yes, all of it.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to rescind your proposal now?”

“Do you want me to?”

Naran exhaled long and low. “No. I don’t trust much of anything out of a royal’s mouth, but I do believe without our alliance, your father will have my homeland, and I cannot bear the thought of my grasslands being trampled for pointless war. No, I will marry you as planned, but don’t presume for a second that I will ever accept it as anything other than a business contract.”

“As we agreed then,” he said with another nod.

“And since we have not had time to expound upon terms, I should like to add one other.”

“Okay?”

Naran tugged at the collar of her deel as she drew herself up as tall as she could be. “I shall bring my own servant with me to Goryeo.”

“We have more than enough skilled servants at our palace, my lady, I promise you.”

“I don’t doubt it, my prince,” she echoed, “but Magda has been with me since I was born. In many ways, she raised me, and I trust her with my life. It’s the only way I will be comfortable in a palace that has been plotting to invade my country for who knows how long.”

Hyungwon hummed. “I suppose that’s fair. You may bring her.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking, but thank you all the same.”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?”

Naran cocked her head to the side as though she hadn’t heard him right. “Why do you care so much?”

“Should I care less?” he retorted.

“I mean it. You have all the power here, my lord.”

Hyungwon shoved his hands into his pockets. His head dropped low, and for the first time, he didn’t look at her as he spoke. “Power isn’t something I desire.”

“What do you desire then?”

Naran hadn’t meant to let her voice plummet, too, but she wished harder than she ever had that she could bring those words back into her mouth because the way his head raised so hesitantly, with his dark eyes peeking up at her under a darker brow, made her throat go bone dry.

“I desire peace,” he said simply. “I am not a great leader, Princess, nor am I a great man, but I will always try to be fair to you. I wish I could give you more, but I do swear to try my best to give you a good life, even if it isn’t the one you desire.”

Naran stared at him, numb from the inside out. She wasn’t even sure she could move her limbs if she tried. She was cold and hot at all once and somehow so sad she could burst into tears.

Maybe Hyungwon saw it, for he tilted his head and said softly, “Princess Narangerel?”

Her name was like icy water dumped over her head, and she shook to life with the urge to run far and fast from it.

“Yes?” was all she could muster.

“Do you hate me?”

With a deep breath and a trembling heart, Naran opened the door and let it slam behind her.

I should, she thought. I really should.

The rest of the week passed in a purgatory of tense politeness. Queen Jigme surveilled the empress through a veil of hospitality while Naran’s grandfather schmoozed the emperor with the finesse of a man thirty years younger. If the princess didn't hate the whole spectacle, she would have been impressed.

Meanwhile, Prince Hyungwon easily curried favor with his future in-laws with every flash of his round-cheeked smiles. No one was immune to the prince’s charms. Her grandfather's servants doted on him as though it were his palace instead of the khan’s. Once, Naran had run face-first into her betrothed in the hallway, and when she turned the corner to gripe to herself about how absent-minded he was, one of the passing maids remarked, “Perhaps Her Ladyship might mind where she is going.”

How was it possible that in a mere fortnight’s time, the prince had won over the entire khanate? The world had descended into madness around Naran without her ever realizing. To cope, every morning, she took to the country, riding as fast and as far as her horse could carry her, and only when the fish ceased their morning leaping in the river did she return to the palace to hide out in her room for as long as her mother would allow (which was never long enough).

The rest of every day was spent being scrubbed and painted and groomed and finally paraded around the grounds in the orbit of the queen and the empress. Unless coerced, Naran rarely had anything to contribute to the conversations about caravans and wedding plans and court customs. Instead, she imagined herself high above them, soaring away like her eagle in search of something that could catch her interest, and the only thing to send her crashing back down was the inevitable run-in with her fiancé.

Prince Hyungwon, like the princess, was always in the presence of the emperor and the khan, only he looked far more natural than she did. He always had a smile at the ready for the ladies and a bow that could only be described as gentlemanly. Once, Naran had made the mistake of looking at his fine face, and she remembered their last conversation in the courtyard.

Do you hate me?

For some reason, it drew heat up her chest and made her shift in her skirt. For that, she supposed, she should hate him.

Other than that, though, the princess had done a respectable job of avoiding the prince, his husky voice, and his piercing questions, and it gave her hope that maybe she might actually be able to artfully dodge him for much of their married life. Perhaps she would still be able to sneak away for rides or hunker down in her chambers in peace. Of course, the long, quiet ride back to Moghulikhan would be her last chance to be single and free.

Except it was never to be.

Queen Jigme had insisted Naran ride back to the capital with her in-laws. It was truly draining, and from the looks in her mother-in-law’s face, the princess knew she’d likely been labeled as “taciturn” or “surly,” though she couldn’t fault the empress for either description. Naran was. There were only so many times she could discuss the climate or the rugged state of the roads or the thinness of the air before the princess could manage only grunts in reply.

At least dinners were a welcome respite. As the servants set up the gers for the evening, Naran could escape to her mother’s side and relax. Every night, when she curled alongside the queen in their tent, the princess was so exhausted by pretense that she would pass out immediately. But the very next morning, everything would be packed up, and she was once again stuffed into her gilded cage.

It was easy to lose track of time when every day passed exactly the same way. Naran had no idea how long they’d been traveling nor how far until the moment she caught sight of the first homespun ger. She pressed so hard against the glass that the carriage rocked and the empress let out a little cry.

“What is it?” asked Hyungwon, leaning a bit too closely over the princess’s shoulder though Naran was too excited to care.

“I’m home!”

The empress squinted out the window as another ger and then another and another tightened ranks. With a scowl, she asked, “Your whole country lives in tents? Is the palace just a bunch of tents strung together?”

“Mother!” Hyungwon scolded. His ears turned red in an instant as he glanced apologetically at Naran.

“It’s better than those mud huts in Sygnak��” mumbled the emperor.

“Father,” the prince snapped now, but Gongmin waved him off.

“No, Your Highness,” Naran interrupted through gritted teeth, “our palace is not a ger. While it is quite permanent—and grand in its own right, despite what you may be used to—many of our people live in gers because the ground here is as hard as the weather. This way we can move with the seasons and thrive anywhere. Very few cultures can say the same, I think. They must take to conquering their neighbors to thrive as we have, wouldn’t you say, my liege?”

The emperor narrowed his eyes while tightening his lips before he returned his gaze out the window.

It wasn't long after that that they entered Urga’s city limits through one of the two main gates, and with no more walls impeding their views, the palace appeared as a crown on the skyline. Since most everyone outside the palace wall lived in a ger, it was easy for the center of their kingdom to dominate the eye. With the rolling emerald mountains as a backdrop, the sharp-tipped wings of the palace proper flared upward while the central tower thrust its patinaed, three-story crown even higher. It was surely nothing compared to the wealth and majesty of Goryeo, but its green tiled roof shone in the late afternoon sun and loomed over the spiderweb of white-skinned tents.

The closer they drew to the city center, the more crowded the streets were. Eyes bugged beneath sheepskin hats as citizens took in the gold leaf and vibrant paints of the Goryeon carriages. People were quick to bow as the caravan trundled down the hard-packed streets, and Naran’s heart lifted at words once again in her mother-tongue. She felt like crying—at first from the end of her homesickness and then immediately again from the fact that she might never see or hear this ever again.

At last, they pulled in through the gates to the palace and stopped at the foot of a wide flight of stairs leading up to a mammoth terrace on which the palace proper sat. Torches had been lit along the length of the footing and stacked up toward the grand entrance to dispel the shadows under the carved overhangs.

When she set foot once again on Moghul soil, Naran felt at last like she could stand at her true height. There was already a long procession of palace staff waiting to receive the royal family and their guests, chief among them her father.

The khan was stocky, ruddy-cheeked and well-weathered, with sunken eyes framed by small glasses and lifted by his wide smile. Though he relied upon his cane to stand, he moved surprisingly fast to grip his daughter warmly by her shoulders.

“Narangerel, my dearest, welcome home! I have missed you nearly more than I could bear.”

“Father,” she said with a bow he quickly interrupted with a hand under her chin.

In a whisper, he continued in Moghul, “I have heard the news, my child. I am so very proud of you. You could not have made a more suitable match if you tried.”

“Fa—”

But before Naran could say another word, the khan drew alongside her and faced the growing party of strangers lined up with faces of exemplary apathy. It was almost as though someone had forgotten to teach the foreign family how to emote.

“Esteemed guests,” boomed her father in the customary English of travelers, “welcome to the Kingdom of Moghulikhan. We could not be happier to have you here, and on such an auspicious occasion! I am Delger Khan, who is proud to call you family now.”

The might of his voice contradicted his withered limbs, and Naran felt comfort for the first time in weeks. The khan bowed as deeply as his body would allow, an introduction that was followed by the emperor as well as the rest of his family. Just as they were finishing up their greetings, Queen Jigme’s carriage pulled up, and she hurried out faster than Naran had ever seen her mother move.

Not a moment later, a spritely, effervescent child with glossy cinnamon hair and freckles to match Naran’s own, stepped forward. She was dressed in a lavish deel of gold and crimson Naran had never seen before, fresh and bright to match her complexion, which was festooned with a painted smile. “Pleased to meet your graces. I am Princess Sarangerel of the Kingdom of Moghulikhan.”

A second round of bows were traded, with Prince Hyungwon rising with a sweet smile of his own. “I can see the resemblance between the princesses. How pretty you are, young lady.”

Saran’s blush was instantaneous and fierce, lighting up her neck with little red firecrackers. With an awkward mumble, she said, “Thank you, Your Grace.”

“Please, come inside,” said Delger Khan. “You must be exhausted after such a long journey. What Moghulikhan may lack in splendor, we make up for in comforts. I think you’ll find our beds warm and our food sumptuous. We shall feast tonight as Urga has not seen in a generation!”

The emperor and empress exchanged perfunctory smiles with their hosts and followed them into the palace while Naran and Hyungwon trailed behind, with Saran wheedling her way between the two betrotheds.

“I can’t believe I’m going to have a brother at last!” proclaimed the little princess softly as she looked up with moon eyes at the prince.

“And I have never had a sister,” he returned with cheeks as puffy as clouds. “Maybe now I can have an ally at last.”

“What do you mean? Narangerel is the greatest ally a person could have. She’s fiercer than all the golden eagles in the land.”

“Is that so?” Hyungwon said, amused. He glanced at his fiancée, who was doing her very best to keep her eyes on the parents ahead of them even as she burned under the weight of the otherwise lighthearted conversation beside her. “I’m afraid I haven’t had that privilege yet. To tell you the truth, dear sister, I have a feeling she doesn’t like me very much.”

Saran gasped. “How could you say that? She’s marrying you! I know my sister. She would never marry for anything but the deepest love.”

Naran jammed her eyes shut to tamp down the rage bubbling inside her, so she misjudged her step and tripped over her slipper along the flagstone. Just in time, the prince grabbed her forearm with both hands to steady her, but the commotion caused the entire parade to stop and stare at the crown princess now supported by the prince and the little princess.

“Are you all right?” whispered Hyungwon.

“Fine, my lord,” Naran insisted and shook her arm free of him. “Thank you.”

“Sister?” asked the small, sweet voice beside her.

Naran soothed her sister’s braid and thumbed at the girl’s freckled cheek. “You know me. Just clumsy.”

Saran raised an eyebrow. “You’re never clumsy. You’re the most careful person I know.”

The crown princess huffed lightly and nodded ahead. “We’re falling behind, you know. Mother will be cross.”

The trio picked up speed, with Naran leading the charge, and they rejoined the party in time for a stop in the back of the Great Hall to view the mammoth white and gold stupa, the cultural centerpiece around which the whole palace revolved. Even the emperor seemed impressed with its magnificence, and, satisfied, the royal families convened in the palace dining room.

The room itself was large, with the 20-person table swimming in the center of the red and green walls. Long tapestries counteracted the stone floors while dozens of candles warmed the shadows. Windows high up in an inset in the ceiling let the sunset shine like a chandelier down upon them, but since it was fading fast, servants rushed in from every corner with more candelabras to conquer the oncoming evening.

The khan left the head of the table empty to sit across from the emperor and his wife did the same with the empress, and while Naran was glad she didn’t have to sit next to the prince, she was seated across from him, the expectation of conversation clear. Luckily, Saran was to her right, and she reached under the table to squeeze her sister’s hand.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Saran whispered.

She patted the back of Saran’s hand and replied, “I just missed you so much. Did you miss me?”

“If I had known you would actually come back engaged, I would have stowed away in your trunk! I can’t believe you.”

“Oh hush, it wasn’t at all like you’re thinking. The whole trip was extremely tedious, and the actual proposal happened so fast, I don’t even really remember accepting. You didn’t miss much.”

“Liar,” hissed Saran. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working. I know you, Naran. You’re harder to move than Mother. You never do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I went to the silly party, didn’t I? I didn’t want to do that either, but sometimes life doesn’t give you a choice.”

Saran put her glass down and stared hard at her big sister. “Are you telling me you’re being forced to marry the prince?”

There was so much concern—no, outright fear—in the little princess’s face that Naran immediately backpedaled. The last thing in the world she wanted was her innocent sister fearing her own fate when Saran was a huge part of why the crown princess took the deal with Hyungwon in the first place.

“Don’t trouble yourself, my little fox,” Naran said with a genuine smile. She tugged Saran’s braid again and returned her attention to her wine. “Our future is safe and secure, and that makes me happy.”

At this, the girl beamed. “And you’re in love and will make the prettiest babies! You have to let me hold them all.”

Instead of screaming, Naran downed her goblet of wine.

“He’s so handsome,” continued her sister as she stared with her cheek in her hand across the table.

Naran scoffed. “Oh, you just like him because he complimented you.”

“He complimented you, too!” the girl reminded.

“Exactly. Shouldn’t that tell you something about him?”

Saran sneered at her sister, and Naran returned it as though she didn’t have a decade of maturity on the girl.

The next thing she knew, there was an elbow in her side as Queen Jigme hissed, “Quit prattling on with your sister. You’re neglecting your husband.”

With none of her own wine left to drown out her next scream, Naran swiped her sister’s and drained it.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Sorry, I got our glasses confused,” lied the crown princess.

Thankfully, the first course was served before conversation with the prince became unavoidable, and with most everyone travel-weary, the party was only too eager to eat in happy silence. With so many choice distractions available, Naran kept her focus low, but she was lying if she said her ears didn’t perk every time the prince offered a kindness to her family or a witty remark. No matter how much nudging her mother did, she could not steer her daughter into lively conversation. The only thing Naran wanted to do was lie in her room and stare out the window at the stars she knew she’d never see the same way again.

Instead, after dinner, the group continued their palace tour, and with good food in their bellies, the emperor and empress seemed more engaged than the princess had ever seen them. They complimented every room and much of the art, which the queen was only too happy to offer up as wedding presents as well. Surprisingly, the khan set a lively pace through each wing, and Naran wondered where the man found the reserves considering he’d been mostly confined to the palace for the last two years. He looked every bit the lord who controlled one of the largest empires in the realms despite the cane and wrinkles like drapes.

When at last they’d finished touring the palace, the Goryeons were shown to their rooms, which, happily, were far enough away from Naran’s own that she felt like she was free again. Even when Saran came bounding into her sister’s room unannounced, it seemed, for a moment, that nothing at all had changed.

“So,” asked the teenage princess, who was draped across the furs on her sister’s bed, “have you two kissed yet?”

“Sarangerel!”

“You can tell me! Who will I tell?”

“I know your mouth, little fox. Any news I had for you would reach the other side of Urga within the hour.”

Saran rolled her eyes. “If you’re engaged, you must have though, right?”

The crown princess tossed a pillow on top of her sister and sighed. “It’s really not like that.”

“I don’t believe it. Prince Hyungwon is far too handsome not to kiss.”

“You marry him then!” said Naran with a laugh, and her sister flopped onto her back with a groan, clutching the pillow to her chest.

“If only I were a few years older... But, sister, I’m very serious about this. What if he’s not a good kisser? What if the rest of your life is just filled with bad, wet kisses that leave you all slobbery?”

“I’m going to throw you out, you know,” Naran warned.

“I worry about that kind of thing though,” her sister admitted. At first, Naran thought she’d misheard her because Saran’s face was buried in the pillow, but as soon as she put it together, she joined her sister on the bed and rubbed her arm as the girl continued, “If I don’t know what I’m doing, how could I expect my husband? What if we’re both terrible at everything so we stay terrible at it because we don’t know better? Will we be doomed forever to a miserable, boring, slobbery life?”

Always a romantic, Saran’s fantasies were evidently catching up to the more adult parts of love and relationships, and it gutted her big sister to know she would be abandoning her to society without a guide. It made Naran more determined than ever to give every bit of what was left of her heart to her sister.

She propped herself up on her arm and stared down fondly at Saran. “Nobody said your husband has to be your first kiss…”

Saran bolted up on the bed, criss-crossing her legs and leaning forward so hard she almost tumbled into her sister. “Are you saying Prince Hyungwon won’t be yours?”

Naran simply shook her head lightly, and when Saran’s eyes continued to widen, she raised a finger and jabbed it at her little sister’s puffy cheek. “I mean it, this better never leave the room. Swear it.”

“I swear it,” said the girl. “But don’t you think Prince Hyungwon will be mad about that?”

“It’s really none of his business, but I dare say I wouldn’t be his first kiss either. Not with a face like his…”

“I knew it! You are in love with him.”

“Psh! I may have some appreciation for his natural… endowments… But that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him. I’m realistic, Saran. And either way, it’s not something I have to worry about particularly with him.”

Saran raised her eyebrows again. “Why’s that?”

The crown princess worried she might betray something, and that was the absolute last memory she wanted to make with her sister with such little time left for them to be their simplest selves, so Naran sneered and lobbed another pillow at the girl. “Because I’m too busy chaining you up in the dungeon to keep you from blabbing all my secrets to the whole palace!”

And just like that, the natural order of things was righted. After a good tussle and more than enough laughter, Saran sat back, and through gulps for air, she asked, “Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I mean, since we’re not really going to have a chance to do that anymore…”

Naran grinned from ear to ear. “I would love that.”

Once tucked in, Saran quickly fell into her soft little snores, but as tired as the crown princess was, sleep eluded her. Naran thought about how few days she had left in her homeland and more importantly, how few she had left of her freedom. She thought of her sister alone in this palace without a bed she could dive into and confess all her fears for her future. She thought of her eagle soaring over the steppe searching for its companion and finding only ghosts. She thought of how happy everyone was to watch her leave all of that behind her.

Eventually, there was no point in the pretense of staying in bed any longer. Her limbs were as restless as her mind, so Naran took to prowling the halls. The few servants who were still awake checked relentlessly on her at first, but after she rebuffed them enough times, they let her wander in peace.

Midnight turned into morning though the sun was still hours from rising. Instead, as she leaned against the terrace railing overlooking the sleepy tent city, the only thing that rose was the princess’s anger. She had no power over anyone in the palace anymore, so with no other options, she planned to take it out on the one person who was as trapped as she was.

It was in the heaviest part of the night when Naran broke into the prince’s chambers without heed for decorum. Though the servants had done their jobs, stoking the fire in his hearth throughout the night, a chill still bit her skin upon entry. Hyungwon was adrift in a sea of quilts and furs, everything but the moon-white of his face swallowed up in coziness. His thick lips were parted for his shallow breaths, and his long black hair fringed across his eyes.

His nose was no doubt ice-cold, and Naran had the strangest flash of it pressed against the back of her neck as he curled into her from behind, a surreal reminder of the inescapable future that loomed mere days ahead of her.

With a little indignation and maybe more anxiety than she cared to admit, the princess tossed a pillow onto Hyungwon’s bed and said, “Wake up, my lord.”

The prince barely stirred but for a drowsy, dismissive wave.

“I said wake up,” Naran demanded louder, this time shucking the fur coverlet off the bed.

Hyungwon growled, his lips pulling into a snarl as he tugged the rest of the blankets up to his neck.

“If you don’t get up this instant, I’ll let my eagle into your chamber.”

He sat up at that, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. His hair fuzzed upward from the electricity lingering in the blankets from the cold, dry night air. It would have been cute like a boy’s were it not for the way his robe split open across his toned chest. They might have been betrothed, but, at this, Naran felt like she was prying, so she turned toward the fire.

“What’s so urgent?” Hyungwon mumbled. “Am I sleep-blind or is it still dark outside?”

“It is dark, my lord.”

“Then why on earth am I awake at this ungodly hour?”

“Because I wish you to be,” Naran said.

The prince let out a frustrated sigh that morphed almost instantly into a yawn. “Couldn’t you just wait to be mad at me until after breakfast?”

“No. Now, get up. We’re going to look at the stars.”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard,” Hyungwon grumbled as he collapsed petulantly onto the bed with his back now to her, “but we have stars in Goryeo, too, Princess.”

“Not like this you don’t, and you’re going to see them before we can’t again.”

Groaning all the way, the prince rolled out of bed, wrapped himself in a blanket, and shuffled down the hall with his fiancée at his side. They garnered a few looks from the servants again, and Naran was certain the gossip would make its way to her mother by daybreak, but for now, she didn’t care.

She led Hyungwon to the same patio she’d been to earlier. They lingered under the overhang for a moment as the princess gathered her many thoughts. She had spent hours trying to cobble together exactly what she wanted to say to the man exactly the way in which she wanted to say it, but now that he was beside her, she’d forgotten damn near everything but the raw emotions.

“You’re right,” he said after a minute of peering at the horizon, “the stars are beautiful.”

His words jarred Naran awake. She gestured to the wide-open terrace beyond them, and again with a sigh, Hyungwon followed her onto it. The princess looked up while, beside her, she heard a gentle gasp.

“Oh.”

Beyond the palace walls, there wasn’t a candle to be seen, only the vast canvas of heaven and flickering starlight. It was a moonless night, and a pennant of peach and vanilla arced above the kingdom from one end of the mountains ringing the city to the other. There were as many stars dappling it as there were grains of sand in the Gobi, each one twinkling impishly at the unexpected couple.

“Mm. Okay, yes,” the prince continued, “this is better. I’ve never seen such an enormous sky.”

“Sometimes, it feels like you’re the only one looking at it,” Naran confessed, “like it’s all yours and no one else could ever possibly understand its beauty.”

Hyungwon opened his mouth but stopped himself before any words came out. Instead, they stared upward for a long while as the occasional flare of light streaked beyond the mountains.

“It is rather romantic,” he conceded.

At this, Naran scowled. “If you try to make this something it isn’t, I swear, I shall call for my eagle.”

Hyungwon laughed, dispelling any ambiance she thought he might be building. “Why do you keep threatening me with a bird?”

Naran stifled her own reluctant laugh as she answered, “I take it you’ve never seen a golden eagle in action?”

“I haven’t. Are they scary?”

This time, the princess had no hope of keeping in her laughter. “There’s not much they can’t kill. They have claws like razors and beaks like scythes, and they always have the advantage, flying down like a falling star and with just as much force.”

Hyungwon’s eyes bugged. “And you have one as a pet?”

“Not as a pet,” she corrected. “As an ally. My grandfather’s people use them to hunt in the mountains. My father never cared to learn, nor did he have the time, but I loved my grandfather’s stories of his own eagle, and I begged him to teach me. Girls aren’t supposed to hunt with them, but he taught me anyway. I raised her and rode with her every day for six years. This trip was my first time away from her. My mother said now is as good a time as any to break the bond between us seeing as she is due to be released back to the wild anyway. We do not tame these creatures so much as befriend them for a while.”

Just as I am to be tamed, Naran added bitterly to herself.

“I’m sorry. That must be very hard,” said Hyungwon.

“At least I always anticipated that part. She will be happier with no restrictions and no master. She will be where she belongs.”

Their eyes met and a beat passed before he added, “But she will miss you just as you miss her.”

Don’t cry, Naran, she warned. Not in front of him.

“Will you be the one to set her free?” asked the prince.

“It’s only right. Then we can part with clear hearts.”

“Would you—” Hyungwon stopped himself and rephrased, “Could I meet her before you do?”

The princess closed her eyes. Waves of unfamiliar emotion crashed over her in ways she couldn’t have fathomed, and they threatened to suck her down if she didn’t pull away quickly.

“I can have one of the servants take you to the falconry room if you’d like to see them, but I think it’s best if we keep certain boundaries up between us.”

It was clear from the fall at the corner of Prince Hyungwon’s full lips that he was disappointed with her answer, but he nodded like he understood. “As my lady wishes. You may name them.”

Naran wasn’t ready for him to be so agreeable, and it made it very hard to guard against him. “We’ll leave it at that for now, I think.”

Time passed in silence with just the thrum of the wind across the plains between them. If the prince was uncomfortable, he certainly didn’t show it. Only the princess shifted and twitched and gnawed on her lip. She had brought the man out here to gain some control, but instead, she felt… Well, she wasn’t sure what it was because she hadn’t really felt it before, but she didn’t know what to do or what to say, and her head was preoccupied solely with the fact that her future husband was standing right beside her under the same stars, ones he had just named as romantic. That, more than anything, didn’t sit well.

Eyes still on the sky, Hyungwon asked, “Have you lived in Urga your whole life?”

“Except for our winter travels, yes, as did my father, though my grandfather was born in Kipchak. My mother was born in Ladakh. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? Though I hear it’s called something else now.”

Naran felt the prince’s gaze slide from the sky to her profile, and she felt the smallest blip of triumph.

“I have,” Hyungwon said carefully.

“I guess that is the way with empires, isn’t it?” she continued. “What you are one moment, you might not be the next. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if I married you or not. I might have become Goryeon either way.”

The prince faced her fully now. Only the torchlight at the base of the palace brought warmth to his features. “We’ve talked about this, Princess Narangerel. It is not my intent to change who you are.”

“I’m not trying to start a fight,” she insisted, but he squinted and she flashed another brief grin. “Well, maybe a little, but really, I’m just thinking out loud. Even this city has grown up from nothing. It wasn’t here two generations ago, but what was once tufts of grass now serves as the capital of one of the largest kingdoms in the realms. The world is always changing. I just never thought I’d be at the center of that change.”

“For me, that has always been inescapable.”

“So here we are. A woman who always expected to fade into obscurity and a man who has only ever lived in the spotlight. How did we end up here?”

“A twist of Fate?” the prince suggested.

“A test,” Naran added solemnly.

Hyungwon gripped the railing and squeezed.

“Failure isn’t an option anymore,” she continued. “I’ve disappointed everyone my whole life, but it was okay—it was even expected. The moment you emerge into the world a female, it’s a letdown. I learned how to use those low expectations to my advantage. I learned how to get out of things, how to slip under noses, and how to disappear in a crowded room.”

The prince turned then, his hip leaning on the railing as he faced her.

“I saw you,” he said.

The princess stared back.

“I wish you hadn’t. Your pretty promises aside, we share the spotlight now, and obscurity will never be an option for me ever again, nor will it be for our children.”

“Are you telling me this to make me feel guiltier?” Hyungwon asked.

“I’m telling you this so you understand.”

“Understand what?”

Naran steadied her expression until it was as cold as the night air and as resolute as the darkness.

“Why I can never forgive you.”

With that, the princess turned back into the palace, the bewildered prince trudging behind on her heels.

#monsta x smut #multichapter #prisoner to temptation #hyungwon smut #royal au #romance #slow burn #bodice ripper #third person #arranged marriage

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kawaiidoodles95-blog · 11 months ago

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The Stranger Stampy Circus: Chapter 7

The sixth chapter of a long series I am making!

NOTICE: This is 11+! Throughout this story, there will be light mentions of blood, death, war, darker humor, and violence. While nothing here is explicit, if this bothers you in any way, keep on moving. Trust me. I won't be mad.

AN: I am making this not only on here but on google docs. This is a crossover between Stranger Things, Stampy's Lovely World, The Amazing Digital Circus, and Wonka. Each chapter will have a name of one of the characters (or main POV's I refer to them as,) and whoever's name is on the chapter title is the person narrating the chapter.

Anyways, enjoy TSSC!

Chapter 7: Willy

I assume I passed out, because I woke up some time later, on a couch. The guy who saved me was sitting there, next to me, looming over. “Erm… hi again,” I waved. “Hey. Are you alright? You just fell asleep in my arms, so I had to carry you back here,” the guy asked. “Yeah,” I smiled, “where am I?” He looked around, then grinned. “Welcome to the Upside Down, more specifically, this is my castle! My name is Lord Vecna, but you can just call me Vecna,” He exclaimed.

“I got saved by ROYALTY?” I thought.

Suddenly, an orange cat and a brown haired girl walked past. “Hey Vecna, did you pick someone up while you were out?” the orange cat teased. “NO! I just saved this person, Stampy. Second, HE IS A BOY!” Vecna yelled. “Vecna, everyone knows you are Bi. Your closet is made out of the clearest glass possible,” the girl added. “SHUT UP, POMNI! YOU BOTH GO UPSTAIRS!” Vecna commanded. “Fine, DAD, whatever,” Stampy grinned, as the two ran upstairs giggling. “Anyways, thank you for saving me,” I smiled. “No problem. I mean to ask… how did you get stuck in that chocolate tank anyway?” Vecna asked.

“Well, it was at night when I was asleep. Something came into my window and dragged me out of my room. Since it was dark and it was ink black, I couldn’t see what took me. All I could see were glitchy glowing spots. It took me into the downstairs of the chocolate chapel thing, turned on the chocolate release, and the entire room started slowly flooding with chocolate. I couldn’t get a good look at him before he left,” I explained.

“Good lord,” Vecna frowned, “That’s terrible.” I sighed. “It is, but luckily it’s gone for now.”

Vecna led me to my room, and it was MASSIVE. It had a king size bed with curtains all around. A giant closet and dresser was next to it. On the ceiling was an ornate chandelier made with real diamond. On the back wall was a beautiful bathroom, an indoor garden with peculiar plants, a desk, and a strange contraption that washed clothes automatically. “Wow! This is gorgeous and ornate! This is like heaven compared to the room I was in,” I smiled as I flew onto the plush mattress of the bed that did NOT break. “What was your previous room like?” Vecna asked. “It was a closet. A bucket that served as a toilet, a dirt faucet that mud came out of, and a broken bed that I barely fitted in. And believe me, I am small,” I giggled. “Yikes, that’s rough,” Vecna said. “It was,” I responded, “but at least I am now here…”

“Willy? WILLY?” I heard someone say.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, opening my eyes. “Oh thank god you were only asleep. You scared me again,” Vecna sighed. “Sorry, I sleep heavily,” I lightly smiled. “No, no it’s fine, I just-” Vecna started. He shook his head. “Nevermind.”

I headed downstairs for lunch. There were amazing “subs” (as I came to find out they were called,) all perfectly in rows on the giant table. When I sat at the table, I put a jar of chocolates on it. “If you guys want, you can have some chocolate. Except for you, Stampy,” I smiled. “I know,” he laughed. “Oh, yes! I forgot to introduce the new member of our party. This is Willy… what’s his last name… Wonka?” Vecna said, introducing me to the group of 9 people. They all waved at me and smiled. Immediately, we all dug into the delicious warm sandwiches.

“Finally,” I thought, “Some actual freaking food.”

#henry creel #vecna/henry/001 #stranger things #willy wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #the stranger stampy circus #vecna x wonka #wokna #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #st fanfic #fanfic #crossover fic #crossover

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kitkat-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Nemesis- Chapter One

Title: Nemesis

Pairing: OCxJacaerys Velaryon

Wordcount: 1132

Summary: Danae never thought her life could end because of a bunch of slavers and her temper. Luckily, she gets saved by some white-haired sailors and a dark haired prince.

Warnings: attempted sexual abuse (multiple times), a lot of mentions of slavery, kinda confused POV bc I’d like to see you being absolutely understandable after two months of suffering, beatings, death (but he’s an asshole), I swear it will be clearer in the next chapter, PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING

How long had passed?

Mere seconds, agonizing days, long months, an entire year?

Danae wasn’t entirely sure, and she had no way of finding out.

She was mad, and she knew her anger management could get better. Many things could be said about her, but stupidity wasn’t among those. A boat had carried her to Naath, just to find some peace that at home was missing.

Unfortunately, the slavers found her first.

It was a sour irony. Her people had started an empire based on slavery. The Valyrian Freehold, just like the Ghiscari Empire before it, was based on slavery. The Fourteen Flames were digged by slaves, and even if the Lords of the Dragons convinced themself that only the worst got that fate, nothing could change the truth: the source of their power was in the hands of mere slaves.

Just like she was now in the hands of slavers.

Her family survived by minding their own damn businesses.That much was clear to her. But she was only seven-and-ten. She thought herself invincible and a warrior of justice, which was funny, considering where it had brought her.

In the hold of a slaver’s ships.

Honestly, she was starting to wish she had Daerves with her. That would have defeated the ‘’not being found purpose’’ of her entire trip, but it would have saved her a lot of trouble.

It started in the night.

The Naathi knew her by now, and were quick to accept that weird but peaceful girl from the Dragon Kin. She had her own place to sleep whenever things got rough at home. A little girl had shaken her when the moon was high in sky, her golden eyes shining with terror.

Triple damned slavers.

They caught them both. Danae could have escaped quickly- hiding was what she did best, after all- but Abeni? She was ten years younger than her, and she was shaking with fear. First, they beat Danae, not that she blamed them. She had killed three of them with her twin blades, but when they pointed a knife to the child’s throat, she had to surrender.

Of course, they were separated. The slavers spoke a bastard Valyrian, but she understood them well enough.

They were wondering what in the good gods was a Valyrian girl doing in Naath. After a quick confrontation with the captain, it was resolved by a ‘’She’ll be worth a lot of money’’, and that settled the matter.

It was him, the captain, that she swore to kill first. The bastard- no, that was a compliment to the children born out of wedlock. The piece of scum chained her in his personal cabin first, then made sure to spend a couple of hours playing with her swords.

Unfortunately for Danae’s spirit, that wasn’t the only thing that belonged to her that he was planning to play with.

When he started tearing up her clothes, it wasn’t panic that took ahold of her.

It was pure rage.

She spit in his eye.

When he tried again, she kicked him in the crotch.

Then used her elbow to break his nose.

Only then did he beat her for the first time and left her to bleed on the wooden floor.

After some time- she had gained and lost consciousness more times than she cared to count- he grunted something in his bastard Valyrian and tried touching her again. She broke his nose again.

He chained her on the deck of the ship, without any water or bread. For two days, only moving her down in his cabin during the night. Perhaps he hoped to break her spirit with some sun. Fool.

Danae cursed him under her breath every time he passed near her, until she was allowed to drink and eat.

She passed quite some time like that. Chained in the dark, then in the sun again.

One night, he made the mistake of letting her stay up in the night. She saw the moon. At least one month had passed, if not more.

But most of all, she saw the moon and prayed. The gods that were her mother’s and her mother’s mother before hers.

When her gods answered, it was midday, and she had fainted from the heat.

Apparently, the gods worked through her kin from Old Valyria.

A white-haired warrior- no, there was more than one, or was she seeing double?- was piercing the man that pointed the knife at Abeni’s throat through his belly. And another one was going downstairs to check if there were more.

‘’Wait’’ she tried to say, although her voice was faint from the lack of water. She was lying down on the deck, but her head was suddenly settled on something comfortable.

‘’Grandfather! She’s alive!’’ Yelled a young man- the only brown haired that looked important. He kneeled by her side, and purple met reassuring brown while he helped a water bottle to her broken lips.

‘’No- there are more under. U-unchain me. There’s another way they won’t expect you to take’’ she explained in Westerosi. The young man that helped talked in that language, after all.

‘’Grandfather, it sounds important. Which way?’’ he asked her, and only then did she realize her head was on his legs. But he had brought her water, and she didn’t care.

‘’There is a second trapdoor. The man with a golden ring, spare him. Please’’ she didn’t care for the piece of scum’s life. She simply wanted her revenge.

‘’I’ll stay with her. We have no reason to doubt her.’’ The darkly skinned man, that her savior had called Grandfather, nodded, and yelled a command to his men, that changed their path.

‘’Are you- well, you are definitely not fine, sorry. Do you want more water?’’ her savior asked, brushing some white hair off her face.

‘’Unchain me. Please.’’ she begged. The chains of iron held her down, making it impossible to properly stand, and her wrists were starting to feel the weight of them.

‘’Right. Sorry. Mitchard! Will you come here for a second? Perfect. Mind breaking one link of the chain, please?’’ The man, a dark haired foot soldier, by her judging, obeyed without asking questions. She sighed in relief, taking her hands to her chest.

Her relief was short-lived when the Grandfather of her savior came up again, carrying the piece of scum. Hesitant, she stood up, and limped until she was staring him in his eyes.

Then, with a quick movement, she took the knife from the handle on Grandfather’s waist, ant plunged it into the fucker’s heart.

‘’Die knowing you did not break me. May you find no peace in whatever afterlife you believe in.’’ she hissed, watching the life draining from his eyes, until her savior softly pulled her away from him.

‘’Now, would you mind answering some questions, my lady?’’.

#hotd #hotd ff #hotd fanfic #jacaerys x oc #jacaerys velaryon #velaryon #valyrians #dragons #corlys velaryon #belaerys #editing this tags bc i mispelled #god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers #battles being stupidity #and his strongest soldiers being me #yes this is kinda short #top 10 things aegon said on his marriage night #jk i love him

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celeste-fitzgerald · 1 year ago

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thou brought this upon thyself.

get to know your fic writer asks:

7, 10, 11, 12, 19, 20, 23, 24, 25, 34, 37, 43, 45, 46, 53, 56, 59, 63, 64 and 74

Girl you're crazy lmao ily

7) How do you choose which POV to write from?

Oh damn that's a good question! I don't have a good answer to this one, I usually just think about whose eyes it would be more interesting to see through for each fic.

10) Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Uhhhh. I haven't been doing much writing lately. And the one fic I have been working on, "blinks" isn't in there (and neither is "blink"). So I went back to 2 other wips I haven't added to in a couple months and THOSE DON'T HAVE "BLINKS" EITHER. So I just searched "wink" instead so here's that one. (Unfortunately for you dear rufusrant you've already read what I have so far on this wip, but for everyone else, here's a teeny tiny snippet of the next chap of Learning How To Love You.)

Richard winked and inched toward the seat on George’s right. “Well?”

11) Link your three favorite fics right now

Oh lord let's see. I'm interpreting "right now" as "currently on my mind," so these are ones that I've been reading and/or have been posted recently. for mutual benefit by thestartofnothing (fandom: JJBA; ship: jotakak) Not Lost In Translation by @007waffles007 (fandom: JJBA; ship: avpol) She Makes Me Smile by @007waffles007 (fandom: ELO; ship: mik/kelly)

12) how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Well as with any writer, I love feedback! Though after being in some tiny fandoms (or at least tiny from a fanfic perspective) I've gotten more used to not getting much feedback. All feedback is very very very appreciated of course, but feedback/support from 1 or 2 friends tends to make me very happy regardless of what other kudos/comments I get.

19) What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

To the surprise of literally no one, it is "fluff" (283 fics).

20) Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Already answered!

23) Best writing advice for other writers?

Write what YOU want to see, regardless of whether you think other people will like it.

24) Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

I honestly can't think of any?

25) What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

I don't knowwwww!! I spent a while looking through my fics to see if any of them fit, but that just ended up being me going "oh I forgot I wrote that, that one was cute!" for 15 minutes haha. I think I'm fine with how things are tbh.

34) Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Man I don't know where I see myself in five weeks XD Mostly I just hope I'll still be posting fluffy oneshots on ao3 and sharing fic ideas with friends.

37) How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Not really a good way to answer this one, just where it feels right. But that's entirely dependent on the context of the fic.

43) Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

😭I'm definitely more of an "I want everyone to be safe and happy" kinda girl. When I make the characters suffer it's usually very mild suffering. Though, fun(?) fact about me, when I daydream about my fandoms, the daydreams often get pretty angsty and rough. But those ideas usually remain as daydreams because it would be too hard to actually write them.

45) Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Laugh and smileeee.

46) How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Oh emotion-driven 100%.

53) How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

Ooh, that really depends on my mood and how long I've been in the fandom for. When I get into a new fandom, I tend to read tons and tons of fics, then much later I'll actually start writing for it. And I tend to spend less time reading the longer I've been in a fandom. But every once in a while I get hit with an urge to spend all night reading fics.

56) What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Oh boy let's see...I think I'm pretty good at giving readers warm fuzzy feelings? And I love when I'm able to do that.

59) Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Yes. A small number of my in-person friends. Plus my parents and my sister. But I'm pretty sure my sister still thinks it's stupid lmao. My dad's great about it though. Oh and my gf!!

63) Something you hate to see in smut.

Huh, when I read this question, I thought "oh boy, I'm gonna have lots of things I hate." But now I'm...struggling to come up with any? There are certain things I like more than others, and things I need to be in a certain mood to read. I guess maybe just when the relationship feels unequal. Don't like that.

64) Something you love to see in smut.

When the characters laugh/joke around/etc. Just anything to show them being really comfy and genuine with each other in such an intimate moment.

74) You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

I have posted a fic anonymously. Try to find it >:) (not you, rufusrant, you already know it's me.) Haha but in all seriousness, probably by me going "ahhhhh thank you" in every reply to every comment lmaooooo.

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reduxulousoctopus · 1 year ago

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At long last, here's part three of my rough outline for a Justice League DND AU. Sorry this took so long, a lot's been going on and I honestly kind of forgot about this odd little project for a while.

(An explanation of the AU's premise, previous chapters, and other related posts can be found under my dndcau tag)

Chapter Three

As they walk to the lord's guesthouse where it would actually make sense for a visiting nobleman to stay (I never said Cartier was staying in an inn shut up), Wally eagerly tells Diana everything he thinks she needs to know about life in the big city. They arrive to find two big bodyguards flanking the front gate. While trying and failing to bluff their way inside, it soon becomes clear that the bodyguards think their employer is still there. Diana bluntly informs them that "Cartier" is dead and was revealed to be an illithid in disguise, much to the surprise of the bodyguards. As one heads for the tavern to confirm their story, the other accompanies Wally and Diana inside to supervise while they conduct their search.

Wally finds an attache case containing several documents bearing Cartier's signature and the seal of the king, each authorizing the shipment of large quantities of building materials to several locations across the planet. Before they can do more than express how unusual that is, three more city guardsmen arrive. Though Wally acts friendly (if slightly nervous), it's clear that the other guardsmen don't like him very much. When Diana steps in to defend him from their bullying, one of them makes an inappropriate sexual comment about her. Understandably outraged, Diana threatens the offending man, which inadvertently gets Wally kicked off of the case and both of them forcibly removed from the premises.

Outside, Wally tries to calm Diana down with a bad joke. Coming from a society with no concept of policing, Diana struggles to understand what the city guards even are. Wally claims that it's their job to help and protect people, although he admits in an uncharacteristically somber voice that he's started to wonder lately whether or not that's actually true. Diana considers that for a moment, then comes to the conclusion that the city guards must have been replaced by Mind Flayers.

After noting that there are still several hours left before they'll be expected back at the tavern, Diana and Wally decide to search the Guard-Captain's office for evidence that he or anyone else in the force are secretly illithids--because "let's raid a police station by ourselves" is the kind of idea you get when you put the most impulsive party-members on a team together with no supervision.

Meanwhile, back at the tavern, the owner and a few more city guardsmen supervise while a group of workers dispose of the dead illithid and clean up the mess. Upstairs, John uses his arcane focus, a jade signet ring, to contact the other devotees of his patron. We get brief cameos from Katma the tiefling, Kilowog the giff, and Kyle the half-elf, but each of them are too busy with their own assignments to provide backup.

Next, he tries Eddore the plasmoid, who is currently on duty observing the magical artifact which allows their order to track anyone traveling through outer-space or between planes. At John's request, Eddore checks the records and confirms that, although the illithids on other planets have been 'unusually active,' there isn't any sign that they've been traveling to Toril, while the Mind Flayers already present remain deep in the Underdark.

Finally, John calls the hobgoblin archivist Arkkis, who provides him with a book containing their order's collected knowledge of Mind Flayers. John already knows most of it, but while skimming, he comes across a brief entry about the gith, a race formerly enslaved by the illithids. They won their freedom in a bloody uprising, only to split into two factions and nearly drive themselves to extinction over the course of a centuries-long civil war. The book mentions a theory that claims the conflict was prolonged by illithid agents, who wanted to keep the gith too distracted and disorganized to pursue vengeance against their former masters.

John is himself distracted from his research by a knock at the door. He answers to find a middle-aged female halfling, who asks if he's looking for information about Jallen Cartier. After John invites her in so they can talk privately, she tells him that her late husband, Edgar Reiss-Burrows, was Cartier's partner until their last expedition, which Edgar did not survive. Though Cartier claimed Edgar's death was the result of a land-slide, Mrs. Reiss-Burrows long suspected that her husband was actually murdered.

Lacking proof or motive, and knowing that Cartier would be protected from her accusations by his growing political influence, Mrs. Reiss-Burrows reluctantly let the issue go. However, she recently felt a strange urge to finally confront Cartier over what he did. She describes it like a voice in her head, promising that her husband's killer would be brought to justice as long as she got him to go to that specific tavern on that specific night. She's the person who wrote the mysterious message they found on the fake Cartier's body, though she lost her nerve when the time came for their meeting.

John thanks Mrs. Reiss-Burrows for the information, but asks why she decided to tell him instead of the city guards investigating downstairs. She thinks about it for a moment, then admits that she isn't sure anymore, even though she was absolutely certain just a few minutes ago that she had to tell "the man upstairs with glowing green eyes." John watches her go with a suspicious look on his face--beginning to realize, as Clark and Bruce did earlier, that someone is manipulating them all from behind the scenes.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#dc #jlu #clark kent #bruce wayne #diana of themyscira #john stewart #shayera hol #wally west #j'onn j'onzz #(I swear he's in this story)#dndcau #my stuff

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yawnjunie · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1 (Little Orchid Had Basically Imploded)

Little Orchid sat in the jail cell, staring at the girl outside that sat in intense meditation, who was so silent that even the sound of breathing could not be heard. How many days has it been… Little Orchid stuck out her chin, expressing great concern. That dude outside… is he even breathing properly? If he dies like that it would suck so much for me to just be stuck here alone!

Plus, the body outside is her actual body!

And the one she’s in right now…

Little Orchid grabbed the long hair that fell to her waist, and used her huge hands to rub her flat chest for the hundredth time. “It’s. So… firm.” She choked out.

Those few syllables came out of her mouth in the deep, rasp voice of a man, and it echoed throughout the Hao Tian Tower. But the sound disrupted the long-held silence, as the woman outside the cell finally exhaled. With her eyes still closed, she said, “Little flower demon, if you feel my body up one more time, I will not hold back from doing the same to you.”

“You’re so whiny. What’s wrong with touching your chest, you’re literally a grown man…” Little Orchid trailed off, suddenly feeling a wave of heat over her face. “Ayo hold on, where did you think I was touching? Ew! You’re actually so disgusting!”

The woman’s almond-shaped eyes opened, and her face held an expression that was completely out of place with her features. “He” chuckled sarcastically, “A girl who can say something like that can hardly be so innocent herself.”

Little Orchid blew a raspberry at Dong Fang Qing Cang, before taking a breath and finding something new to squabble with him about. “By the way, aren’t you the primordial Demon Lord? Legend says that you were quite the “stealth-lord.” He lifted an eyebrow, causing her to gulp before she continued, “If… if you’re that smart and stealthy, then you should have some way to get out of here…”

Dong Fang Qing Cang closed his eyes once more. “If you want to leave, start by not making this harder for me.”

Little Orchid’s eyes widened in anger. “The one in the cage is me! How is this making things harder for you? If you want to talk about making things harder, I think you’re the number one, super expert at making everyone’s lives so much harder!”

If not for him, why would she be here right now, stuck in the Hao Tian Tower? Why else would she go from a small, orchid girl to a rough, barbarian of a man… to be fair though, this demon guy does have really delicate and soft skin… and a nice body… and nice hair… and pretty features… and long fingers… with pretty fingernails…

Little Orchid shook her head vigorously. “…in any case! If not for you unlucky demon, I wouldn’t be stuck in such a horrible place!”

“Unlucky?“ Dong Fang Qing Cang’s eyes reduced to slivers. “Addressing me as such, I see you really have some guts.”

Seeing those eyes that were clearly her own yet now somehow had the most frightening gaze, Little Orchid felt her insides freeze up and her stomach churn. Maybe, just maybe, her kidneys were beginning to fail too. But the bars of the cage in front of her gave her the courage to retort him. She puffed up her cheeks and huffed, “If you’re so powerful, try hitting me!”

Upon hearing that, Dong Fang Qing Cang’s face broke into a smile. He grabbed the hair that was neatly draped over his shoulders, and before the tongue-tied orchid could say anything, her hair fell to the ground with a snap and a swish.

She sat there, totally frozen.

M-my hair…..

Dong Fang Qing Cang played with the cut hair in his hand, “You don’t have the brightest head around here, though your hair did grow out pretty nicely.” Once he finished, he casually tossed away the hair. Her luscious black locks, like the tail of a peacock, beautifully spread across the ground. Dong Fang Qing Cang sat there, toying with the hair that had already been sliced to ear-length. Sitting back now with his legs crossed, he flashed her the most outrageously cruel smile, “How’s that? You forgot that right now, you’re in my hands.”

What a monster! A perverted, sick-in-the-head monster!

Little Orchid felt her knees give out as she looked at the ground littered with her cut hair. Finding the heart-wrenching pain unbearable, she burst into tears. After crying for a while, she decided that she wanted to seek revenge. Angrily, she ferociously stared him down. “I’m not done with you yet!”

Little Orchid reached behind her and grabbed a strand of those long, silver locks. Imitating Dong Fang Qing Cang, she tried snapping her fingers.

That made her want to cry even more.

Inside this guy’s body, she had no way of doing any magic. She had no idea if it was because she had no idea how to control the power, or if she had no powers at all.

As if Dong Fang Qing Cang had anticipated it all along, his smile grew even bigger. “Good luck cutting off my hair! You might need to cultivate for another good 10,000 years to do that.”

Little Orchid grit her teeth. “I don’t buy a single word you say!” As she spoke, she grabbed a few strands of his hair and yanked really hard, pulling them out completely. The pain sent shivers down her spine. Dong Fang Qing Cang froze, and his smile waned a bit. Pretending to not feel the pain, she mimicked his evil smirk, “Today I shall make you bald.”

His face visibly darkened. “Stop it.”

Before he could finish, she plucked another four or five strands of hair from his head.

Dong Fang Qing Cang’s eyes narrowed. “If you continue to be so reckless, I will fracture your elbow.”

Hearing that made her blood boil. “If you break my elbow, I’m going to slit your throat!”

“Speak another word and I’ll slice your tongue off!”

”Do that, and I’ll have no choice but to castrate you!”

Having no comeback to her last remark, he grew silent. The two of them sat and stared at each other for so long that Little Orchid felt her eyes become sore. She shifted her gaze, and blinked a couple of times, taking in the image of her hair that was strewn across the ground.

She felt upset and wronged, and totally helpless to do anything about the situation. So she chose to bury her head in her knees and bawl her eyes out.

It’s gone.

I’ll never be able to tie up my hair in pretty braids, or put cute flowers in my hair ever again. All thanks to this demon guy, I’ll have to live out the rest of my life in this sad jail cell… I have nothing else to live for…

From outside the cell, Dong Fang Qing Cang saw the girl curl up into a ball in his body and let out the most agonizing sobs with his deep, husky voice.

He couldn’t even describe how dismayed he felt at the sight.

“You’re not allowed to cry.” He requested rigidly.

She was so heartbroken that hearing that made her cry even harder.

To Dong Fang Qing Cang, her cries sounded like the claws of ghosts scratching at the insides of his head. It more intolerable than the feeling of Chi Di’s black ice needles coursing through his veins.

“Get up!” He commanded.

Little Orchid lifted up her head, face covered in tears and snot. “Give me back my hair!”

Seeing his own face in such a mess, he did his best to contain his shock. “You get up first!”

“Give me back my hair first!”

“Fine! Here!” Dong Fang Qing Cang flicked his wrist and all the cut hair on the ground flew up, and each strand filed neatly back onto her head where it belonged. It only took a moment for her hair to neatly cascade down her back and be perfectly restored to its original state.

She stared dumbfounded at her newly reconnected hair, so amazed that she had totally forgot about seeking revenge. “Since when was my body able to do magic like that…”

The man in her body only flashed her a look of disdain. “Clean up that face of yours for me.”

Now that her long hair was restored, she wasn’t so sad anymore, so she started to wipe her face down with her sleeves.

Dong Fang Qing Cang sat back down and looked at her, “Being able to successfully threaten me… you really are the first person in history to do that.” He sighed, with a strange tone of admiration.

“You are also the first person in history to make me cry with the voice of a man.” She wiped her face with exasperation. “I don’t want to stay with you for a minute longer! Do you even know how to get out of this tower?”

“Of course I do.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We blow this tower up.” He said nonchalantly, as if it were as easy as killing a mosquito.

Little Orchid was absolutely dumbstruck, hanging her head down sadly. “That’s it. I’m never going to see my master ever again in this life.”

Who could blame her? Hao Tian Tower was a primordial celestial object, and it was no easy feat to blow it up. Besides, they switched bodies, and she had no way of determining the power contained in his body; even if she were able to tell, she wouldn’t be able to use his demonic powers anyways.

But Dong Fang Qing Cang…

Little Orchid could only let out a laugh. She knew exactly what she was capable of, and even though he was able to completely restore her hair, it wouldn’t change the fact that her body only had a tiny bit of power from her few hundred years of cultivation. With that power, it would be a piece of cake to kill a couple of small demons. But to explode the Hao Tian Tower? Maybe, after hundreds of thousands of years of more cultivation.

The tip of her nose felt a bit acrid, as she recalled the moment she first met Dong Fang Qing Cang. She really gave up her whole life in exchange for that moment of curiosity.

“How are you stupid enough to still be stuck here? Since you’ve already switched into my body, you could’ve stayed that way and ran out,” She explained regretfully. “Then when you got out, we could’ve switched back and our chances of escaping would’ve been much greater.”

He scoffed. “Doesn’t the heavenly realm love to boast about their moral altruism and selflessness? But to escape, you would go as far as to ‘switching back’ with me once I got out? You really trust me to not wreak havoc in the outside world, and burn all life as we know it to the ground?” Dong Fang Qing Cang leaned in, imitating her posture. “Where’s your integrity, hmm?”

Pouting, Little Orchid replied, “I already thought about that. That’s the job of the guards out there and the Heavenly Emperor. My master once told me that the worst thing a person could do was to steal another person’s job. So nope! It’s not my problem anymore once you get out there.”

Dong Fang Qing Cang rubbed his chin, deep in thought. After a moment of silence, he finally said, “How about you join me and enter the ranks of the demons? Seems to me you have quite a few qualifications, little flower demon.”

“Nope! My master would feed me to the pigs.” She paused, then let out a deep sigh. “But if I’m in here, she can’t really feed me to the pigs… If only you’d stayed out there, you might’ve had a chance of getting the demon bad guys to help you out. Now you’re stuck in the tower alone with me with no one to depend on, with no chance of escaping ever again…”

“Who told you there’s no one here to help us.” He said, looking at her quietly.

Little Orchid froze. “If we’re not alone, who else is here?” She looked around, searching for any signs of life.

Inside the tower, there was a spiral staircase that hugged the inner wall. The center was empty, save for the shining orb that hovered overhead. With the way the place was structured, one could pretty much take in everything at a glance. If there really were other people there, it should be more obvious.

Dong Fang Qing Cang smiled again, showing off that annoying grin. Apparently, having another person live in your body was really quite the experience. As Little Orchid pondered over who else could possibly be in the tower, she heard Dong Fang Qing Cang mutter under his breath, “It’s about time.”

#first time translating!! i try my best #not an exact translation but i hope it gets the point across well enough #looking for tips/pointers and beta readers <33 #cang lan jue #chinese novel translation #love between fairy and devil

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