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kaelsleftverdantsphere · 2 years ago

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Love never dies, but lovers do

AN: This work can include sensitive topics so beware if you're triggered by any of the following:

Death of a loved one, self-harm, thoughts of suicide

If you haven't left by now then sit tight and enjoy this angsty rollercoaster

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He can remember as if it was yesterday. Looking over plans of Netherstorm, calculating and writing down numbers and short words on scraps of paper all around his working station in the Keep when lord Sanguinar approached him with intel on what's been happening around Outland in the past week.

"And apparently, the Betrayer has been slain by the Warden- if you haven't heard, my prince." He claimed, very nonchalant.

"What?" He snapped his head upwards to look at the taller elf. "What did you just say?"

"I said- that it's over, the Black Temple has fallen. That is good news, is it not?"

"It's-" his voice broke and he looked down at his papers, unable to comprehend a single word of what he's just been told.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your work, my liege." Sanguinar bowed lightly and walked out of the room as quickly as possible.

"He's dead," it took a few minutes for him to realize what has happened. "He's gone. He is not going to come running after me and he is certainly not going to put a stop to this madness he-" he punched the table. "What am I supposed to do now, you- you-! You half-night elf mongrel!" Tears started swelling up in his eyes, partially clouding his vision as well as his thoughts. He might've lit the whole map and all his notes on fire. It did not matter anymore. Nothing did.

~~~

A few weeks passed with the prince spending most his time working, not thinking of the loss and all the mistakes he made to come to this point. Trying very hard to pull himself together and not let his cracked shell fall apart. But just when he thought he could be getting better, there was a numerous group of intruders at the Keep. Seemingly coming just to end his misery, which didn't sound like the worst thing to happen.

The fight was long. Too long for his liking. Too long for him to effectively have the arrogant mask of eloquence and cunning on the entire time. The mask shattered in the middle of a spell. He was in the air, casting, using every drop of mana to make himself stronger and- it only made his mind weaker.

He gracefully landed onto the ground but almost immediatelly dropped to his knees, nearly collapsing. He cried and begged and shook and begged some more. For the pain to stop.

"Please-..." He let out a scream in agony, that was not even partially physical. "Please, just let me die. Let me leave this god forsaken place for good, let me-" he was just rambling nonsense by the point Lady Liadrin reached the Keep.

~~~

He doesn't remember much up to waking up in his chambers. His old chambers. In Silvermoon. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, looking around.

"You're such an unbelievable asshole, Kael'thas, I can't even begin to describe to you how terrified I was for your life, you selfish, dumb, dashing prick!"

It was Rommath, who immediatelly started talking to him as if he just made an "oopsie". It felt surreal. And Kael'thas couldn't bring himself to say a single word.

"Can you tell me what happened out there, Sun? Can you explain to me what went through your head when you did all that? You could've died! And all of your people would follow soon after without a strong leader! And Theron is getting on my nerves! I-... Kael?"

Rommath's eyes examined the prince's expression and he gently cupped his cheek.

"What happened to you? Normally you would fight me to the death if I called you an asshole- What did they do to you? Who did? Just tell me and I will-"

"Stop..." the prince whispered, tears once again starting streaming down his face.

"Do you... Do you want me to leave you alone for a moment?"

He slightly nodded, looking away, trying to clear his eyes once again. Rommath slowly getting up, looking over Kael and examining every part of the room to make sure there's nothing that could possibly hurt his prince, walking to the door, sighing, opening it and leaving. Kael heard a locking sound from the door, which did not make him feel any more secure.

He sat up in bed and looked over the room, then looking in the mirror at what he was wearing. A simple white sleeping gown and a choker. He knew immediately what it was and that there was no option for him to take it off. They had to silence him with a FUCKING dog collar.

A few weeks ago he would've felt humiliated, angry, ABSOLUTELY livid. But now, he barely felt anything. He felt blue, so incredibly sad the sadness was tangible. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be.

~~~

He walked to the spire alongside Rommath. They haven't really spoken since he came back and there was nothing to actually speak about. Kael didn't talk to anyone and Rommath didn't want to hurt him more by pressuring him to speak.

"KAEL'THAS!" The ever-so positive Halduron ran over to them, not caring about much else but hugging the elf. Kael just stood there, in his embrace for a short moment, Hal pulled back after a while. "We thought we'll never see you again! Lor said that-"

"Halduron, shut it..." Lor'themar chuckled and walked to them. "He's not in the best shape, can't you see that?"

"He looks as wonderful as ever!"

Rommath rose his eyebrows. "He looks like a corpse." Oh how Kael wished he was a corpse by now.

"Well, he obviously should eat something- and-" Halduron looked over at Lor'themar's expression. "And our people should probably see him when he recovers."

"I'm well, you three." Kael'thas spoke up, with the triumvirate turning their heads to him. "Well enough to get judged for what I did."

"What are you talking about?" Lor'themar said, quietly.

"About what I did?" He coughed for a bit, his voice getting used to being quiet. "I betrayed all of you and sided with the legion, did you all just forget that?"

"We know that. But you were -obviously- unwell. So it is understandable for you to-"

"Nothing I did is understandable, Theron! I betrayed all of our people and the Betrayer himself! I deserve little less than to rot in a cell somewhere or to get executed!"

"Kael'thas, are you telling me you would do that just because you wanted to?"

"Of course not! But I did it! All of it!"

"But you would've never done any of that if you were mentally well, Kael'thas. And you recognise the issue with your past behavior. There's no need for anyone to-"

"You act as if you know everything about everything! About me and about my motivations! But you know nothing! The only one in this room who knows is me and I am telling you that I deserve to die!"

"Yes and I am telling you, as lord regent you yourself chose, that you, Kael'thas Sunstrider, are not thinking straight."

"You're such a-"

"Kael-" Rommath placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. "-stop, you're only hurting yourself."

"To hell with you, all of you!" He yelled and covered his face.

~~~

Couple weeks passed with Kael spending most of his time in his chambers. He didn't want to speak to anyone. Noone understood, or didn't want to understand, him. He didn't eat, barely slept and just spent his days looking up at a ceiling while laying there with his hands pressed tight against his chest.

He was so desperate to feel something other than anguish and grief. He tried scratching his arms to the point of them bleeding, resulting in Rommath keeping him in check every second of every day. Hell, he couldn't even punish himself for his misdeeds.

One day, he looked over at the door unlocking and saw a light-haired human walking in. He never wanted Jaina to see him like this. He looked horrible, sunken eyes with dark circles under them, the skinniest he's ever been, his usually sun-kissed skin just as dull and ashy as ever.

"I was looking forward to seeing you again, Kael'thas..." She looked sad, he wasn't sure if that was because of him, or another matter. "What happened to you, old friend?" She sat down on a chair next to his bed and reached her hand out to brush back his hair.

He was silent, completely, just looking at her, his expression blank.

"Kael'thas... are you here with me?" She gently touched one of his ears and it shook in response. "I am here for you if you ever... if you ever need me, dear, do you understand me?"

He nodded after a while. The truth being, he did not understand. He didn't understand why anyone would be there for him after all of that. He did not want anyone to be there for him after all of that. He did not deserve anyone to be there for him after all of that.

He wanted to scream, run and set everything on fire but he couldn't. He couldn't even speak.

~~~

Next person to visit him was Sylvanas. A friend of his from way back when. Although she was different. Very different from how he remembered her.

She looked very good compared to the other undead -no, forsaken- he's seen. But there was something wrong, still.

She sat down on the chair next to his bed just like Jaina did the week prior.

"Prince Kael'thas... I've heard of what happened in Outland and I was very relieved when I heard you were alright."

She obviously noticed the lack of energy in the prince's usually very vibrant face.

"I believe you can get better. I did and so will you, young prince." She smiled.

~~~

He felt better, if by better you understand "doing more than just laying in bed". Rommatg rid him of the collar and Kael could actually cast once more, and with every little spell he could feel his power come back. His will to live was still nowhere to be seen, but he was actually trying now.

He actually started acting as prince sometimes, although he couldn't help but notice people whispering underneath their breath about him. And he didn't blame them either. Not one bit.

The first thing he chose to do was travel to Teldrassil with Rommath and talk with Malfurion.

He always found the druid incredibly intimidating and he has seen his fair share of intimidating beings. But not today. Today he was ready to scream his lungs out and fight for what feels important.

The night elves weren't happy seeing blood elves coming to their home. Their distaste was apparent especially when he actually got to speak to the Betrayer's brother.

"Welcome, prince Sunstrider." Malfurion's voice was very warm, calm and overall welcoming. But Kael'thas was mad. "Your need for a meeting felt urgent. Is there anything we could help you with."

"Why didn't you make sure Illidan would have a proper funeral?" He started.

"Oh-... is that why you're here?"

"I asked you first. Why didn't your brother, your twin, have a funeral?"

"I believe that my answer would not be to your liking, young one. And we've heard word of how you get rid of things that are... not to your liking."

"Bullshit."

"Kael'thas-" Rommath looked over at his friend.

"Wasn't my brother the one who used you and your people for his cause, young Sunstrider?"

"Your brother was always trying to help... He just made mistakes! Who doesn't make mistakes?"

"He has clouded your judgement, hasn't he?" Malfurion looked as if he genuinely cared. "You have to understand-"

"I don't have to understand anything. You have to give your brother a funeral. For yourself and for him."

The room fell silent until Malfurion answered. "I will see what I can do."

"And I will see you to it."

~~~

It took years for Kael to seem alright. But not a day did he feel alright. Not even the closest ones to him knew how close he felt to incinerating himself. How close he felt to run away and never let anyone see him again.

But for all around him, he looked well. With his usual rosy color returning to his cheeks, dark circles beneath his eyes disappearing and healthy weight making his body not show every single bone within it.

He was wearing a beautiful regal robe, his hair was neatly styled, framing his face like always.

He felt like himself, even if only on the outside. Even if only for his own coronation. Feeling atleast a hint of happiness even though he views the entire thing as foolish.

The entire day was horribly exhausting for him. He was looking forward to being in his room again. Having already spoken to Lor'themar about not being fit enough to rule and he reassured him he'll do whatever he can to lift some weight off his shoulders.

But the crown felt so heavy.

~~~

"I cannot keep living like this, Rommath. I cannot and I will not. I am not as strong as my father and I am not as determined as my mother." He was holding his head, sitting on his bed, being hugged from the side by the other. "I don't want to live anymore, Rom. I can't."

"Kael, look at me-" He said, almost whispering. "Look at me, I won't let you go. Not again."

Both of them were shaking, whimpering. Both of them knew that Kael is not doing well again.

~~~

It came back. Kael stopped eating, talking to people and slept sporadically. Rommath kept an eye on him to keep him safe.

However, nothing worked to keep the king of the sin'dorei out of his own head.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"I'm the reason he died, Rom."

"What?"

"He wouldn't have died if I was there to protect him from himself."

"What are you saying?"

"He could've been here if I weren't a fucking failure of an elf."

"Are you talking about-"

"About Illidan! Of course I'm talking about Illidan, you moron!"

"You're acting out again..." Rommath shook his head. "You're not the reason he died, he had it coming."

"You understand nothing..."

~~~

Khadgar walked into his room, unannounced. Sat down on the chair ever-so-present that Rommath spent so many nights falling asleep on just to keep his king safe.

"What happened to you, Kael'thas?"

The elf laughed, barked out chuckles that he held in for a moment. "I died, Khadgar. I died back in Outland."

"You're here, Kael'thas, you didn't die."

"I did. Alongside the Black Temple, old friend."

~~~

He was needed at Nighthold. And to be needed? That was something he hasn't felt in a while. He fought alongside adventurers and well-known heroes, face obscured by a cloak as to not bring much attention to his unhealthy visage. He felt awesome, finally in action, up until-

He was not expecting to ever see him again. The love of his life, the one who hurt him so much, the one whom he loved every moment and every second of every day... was standing right infront of him.

He ran to him, his cloak falling from his hair, his cheeks already wet from the tears.

And hugged him. Squeezed the tall kal'dorei with all his might as if he could run from him.

"Kael-..." Illidan sounded as if he choked on his name, but he returned the hug, clawed hands brushing back the royal's hair.

"I'm so tired, Illidan..."

~~~

They were in Kael's chambers, in bed, embracing one another while sleeping, when Illidan slowly got up.

Kael's hand immediately caught his wrist and the half-awake king looked at his lover.

"I- don't leave me..." He cried.

"Then come with me..."

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ungalossimp · 3 years ago

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I'm sorry but I'm so salty that Elden Ring doesn't let us marry Mohg. Let me become a Deity / Elden Lord and have him as my consort dammit.

Hear me out, Elden Ring but with Mohg ending / route :

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1) Poor Miquella is freed, and you have a quest to bring him back to his sister. Understandably, Malenia isn't pleased with the fact that her brother was kidnapped so she tries to kill you. You have the option to spare her, and Miquella helps her keep her Rot Goddess form under control. If you speak to her she spits all of her disdain on you.

But before all of that you have to awake and fight a Cursed blood-corrupted Miquella. Only after being beaten he reverts to his original form.

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2) Bonus sidequest : You help Varré so his Mohg-senpai *finally* notices him. He becomes your bloody maiden. He acts more respectful, but his politeness barely contains his sass. He calls you My Lord/Lady/Liege, but sometimes "Lambkin" slips out.

(Is this important for the overall plot and lore of Elden Ring ? Absolutely not. But let me push my Varré/Tarnished/Mogh poly couple agenda ok x3)

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3) You have unique dialogue with a lot of NPC, especially Morgott - who somehow can be spared:

"Thou are but a foolish Tarnished, undeserving of Mohg's favors. Although his blood is tainted by the Curse and he disowned the Golden Order, he's a worthy heir of the Golden Dynasty. What makes you think you're worthy of him ? You, a mere Tarnished pillager. A fake God elevated by the Flame of Ambition, seated on a throne that doesn't belong to you. Thine love for him is nothing but worthless. Still, I'll spare you out of respect for my brother. "

(He's grumpy and salty that you beat him, but deep down he's happy for his twin - Mogh found the true love he was looking for, at last. He'd rather die than say it outloud to you though)

He also makes thinly-veiled death threats, because he thinks that you might betray Mohg : "A foolish Tarnished guided by the flame of ambition knows no loyalty ; your vows to him are as empty as your titles. I'll be the first one to end your miserable life should you betray my brother"

(I just feel like even though him and Mogh are twins, Morgott sees himself as his older brother, and still considers it to be his duty to protect him - even though Mohg can very well fend for himself. Maybe their relationship is strained, maybe they don't understand / approve eachother's choices in life, but you can tell that they care for eachother's well-being.

I mean there's a reason Morgott doesn't mention Mohg when he speaks of traitors to the Golden Order, despite Mohg serving an outer God. I bet if it was anyone else than his twin brother that did the same things, he wouldn't omitt them.)

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4) You have very awkward dialogues - well, more like silences and stares - with Godfrey

(When the son you abandonned and shackled in a sewer because he was born different ends up being a consort to a God and doing perfectly well in life... So you're happy for him, but at the same time your recently-found-back Grace urges you to slay said God so you can get together again with your ex-wife. So not only you feel guilty for being a dead-beat parent, you also feel guilty for having to destroy his only hope at having a happy life. Hate when that happens.)

#Like I can marry Ranni the Witch but not Mohg ????#Where's the love for my evil Omen meow meow :''(#Also I'm.sorry but I'm having waaay too much fun writing grumpy protective Morgott xD #elden ring #mohg f/o #mohg the omen #luminary mohg #morgott the omen king #long post

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katsukavi · 4 years ago

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"OH SHIT!" part 1

It's an Omega Jin-Woo x Alpha Male Reader. It's titled "oh shit" because they keep falling into more and more pain, but end up falling for each other. This is part 1!

THE STRONGEST HUNTER, Sung Jin-Woo was mistaken to be an alpha with his build and strength but he was an omega. It made sense back then when he was an E-Rank hunter, but now that he changed greatly and it was nearly impossible to distinguish him from Alphas from a glance.

That was the S-Rank (L/n) (M/n)'s mistake. He had thought that his best friend was an Alpha his entire life, going on a 'sleepover' and going out to drink. Stupid move yes, but male omegas are rare — making it less likely in (L/n)'s head for Jin-Woo to be an omega.

Anyways, this.. this was a horrendously severe mistake an Alpha and an Omega could do. Two idiotic adults spending time alone.

"What the hell?" (M/n) rubbed his eyes, his other hand trapped underneath Jin-Woo's waist. He could feel bare skin underneath the blanket, making him retract his hand almost immediately.

'What the fuck?! What the fuck!?!' he thought repeatedly, confused on why he and his friend were naked. Sung Jin-Woo groaned, taking the blanket and covering himself in his sleep; the only thing he could do to stay warm.

(M/n) took a deep breath, turning away from the sight and walking away. "Nothing happened. We just got drunk.. Definitely. 100%.." he told himself, trying to stay optimistic as he slid something on— continuing with his morning routine.

But it still lingered at the back of his mind, even while making breakfast. What the hell happened that night?

"What time is it?" Jin-Woo exited the room, groggily scratching his stomach. "It's 11am.. Aaand, it looks like you found my favorite black shirt.." (M/n) mentioned, putting eggs on his plate.

"My clothes are missing so I'm borrowing this for a while," Jin-Woo rested on the table, his head and body aching in pain. "Eat this. It's good for hangovers," (M/n) threw a banana towards him, Jin-Woo catching it easily.

(L/n) sat down, glaring daggers at Jin-Woo in silence. The Shadow Monarch didn't spare any concern, still chewing on his fruit. Or was a banana even a fruit? It was like (M/n)'s dilemma, was the banana sitting across him a fruit(Alpha) or a vegetable(Something else).

"H-Hey.. Jin-Woo," (M/n)'s hands trembled, doing his best to seem composed. "...What are you?"

The question was vague, both of them sitting in silence before Jin-Woo swallowed his meal. "I'm an S-Rank Hunter."

(L/n) calmed down, trying to forget his worries. It's impossible, someone as strong as Sung Jin-Woo couldn't be an omega. Besides, they were both male so it's not possible in the slightest. The possibility was slimmer than a sheet of paper.

Sung Jin-Woo, a powerhungry bastard did not know why his friend acted so unnerved that day. In fact, he just didn't care. With his immunity to alcohol, he could remember a few glimpses of that incident and just accepted it.

It is what it is. If it's not a fight, he does not care.

It's not like he could get pregnant. (L/n) (M/n) was more of a Beta-type person if he said so himself. He was neutral with everything and is less agressive than the Alpha males he's met. He was a chill dude overall. He calms Jin-Woo down like a beta would.

Besides, he confirmed that on (M/n)'s hunter wikipedia page. They were totally safe.

That's what he thought.

"Holy Fuck—!!" (M/n) stepped back, watching Sung Jin-Woo vomit his lunch right in front of him. "Are you okay?!" He dropped his rapier, immediately rushing to aide his companion. He used his skill, a bright red blast defeating all the monsters in the vicinity.

"My Liege?!" Beru shouted, worrying about his health. Other shadows gathered around, worried about their master's condition. "I'm fine.." Jin-Woo said, wiping the spew from his mouth.

"Yeah right! I just saw you vomit Niagra Falls right there. You're going home," (M/n) grabbed his shoulders in a commanding manner, feeling that someone so valuable shouldn't be in dangerous territory that moment.

"Igris, take him home.." (M/n) looked back, the aura around him turning heavy. "But Igris is my shadow—" Jin-Woo tried protesting, the dark knight obeying (M/n)'s order instead of his. Jin-Woo wanted to continue fighting too, but he couldn't defy (M/n).

"Eh? (M/n) Hyung, where's Jin-Woo Hyung?" Yoo Jin-Ho came from around the corner, seeing (M/n) alone in that cave. "I sent him home. The bastard was sick," he responded, grabbing his precious rapier from the floor.

He couldn't believe he dropped his beloved sword on the floor like that. He didn't even let anyone touch it with their disgusting hands.

"But he's an S-Rank Hunter too? This isn't even an S-Rank dungeon.. He's fine by himself."

(L/n) (M/n) froze in between putting the blade in it's sheath. Jin-Ho was right, why the hell did he send an S-Rank Hunter home? He even had his own system and multiple shadows, it wasn't like he would die in a measly A-Rank dungeon.

He knew how powerful Jin-Woo was based on his own experiences with a System. That's how they met in the first place. A system collaboration.

"...Just shut up," (M/n)'s voice was sharp, making the Beta tense in fear. "Y-Yes Hyung!" Jin-Ho responded, never seeing the laid back hunter so serious before. Was he finally acting like an Alpha?

[The Orion System applauds the 'Predator; (L/n) (M/n)']

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"Why are you applauding me?" (M/n) glared at the yellow boards of notifications in front of him. He moved the screens away from his view, looking at his ceiling as he felt the empty space beside his bed. 'Jin-Woo was here just four weeks ago..'

His (e/c) eyes went wide, facing away from that empty space. 'He's my friend! I shouldn't be thinking of him like this. He'll probably think I'm weird...'

[You rn: (*♡∀♡) ]

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"Fuck you Orion or whatever your name is... damn system," (M/n)'s face flushed, hiding himself under his covers. 'Jin-Woo's scent... It smells really good.'

Sung Jin-Woo's condition started to get worse. He drank a few health potions but none of them seemed to be working— only amplifying the effects of it. He tried looking if it was an odd debuff or curse, but none of them seemed to be the cause.

Since he could heal anything himself, he was almost sure not even the hospital could find out what it is. He was absolutely afraid this 'curse' could affect his work life.

"Have you gone to the hospital?" (M/n) asked all of a sudden, making him freeze. "That won't do anything.." he sighed, resting his head on the restaurant table — not feeling the least bit hungry.

"We should go just in case though," (M/n) grabbed some of the meat on his plate, deciding not to waste them. "It's a condition not even a health potion can fix. It probably won't be anything simple to fix by going to a hospital," Jin-Woo murmured.

"There you go with being negative again.. You've been really moody these days, huh Jin-Woo?"

"I wanna die.."

"Mhm, you've been saying that for the past week," (M/n) patted his head, comforting him a bit. "I'm going to eat the rest of your food," he said, trying to taunt some life into Jin-Woo.

"Okay, I'm not hungry.." he said, ignoring (M/n). 'Oh gosh, this is so serious that the power hungry Shadow Monarch gave up on eating??' (M/n) felt a little sorry for the male, continuing to eat his lunch. "Let's go to the hospital."

"You are 2 weeks pregnant. It looks like you have to get on hiatus for at least five months. I know you're an S-Rank hunter, but please think about the life inside you as well."

'What?'

'Pregnant?'

"Jin-Woo, you're an omega?"

"And you're an alpha?"

❝ OH SHIT! ❞

#solo leveling x reader #fanfics #sung jin woo x reader

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legoshi-plz · 4 years ago

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Pretenses Part Five (Louis x Reader)

Summary: Louis is a spoiled prince and you are a clumsy maid. Prince! Louis x Canine!Dog! Reader.

Warning: NSFW (+18)

Despite Louis’ outwardly composed nature, inside he was in full blown panic mode.

He had just finished up yet another uneventful dinner with his father and his future bride; now it was time to return to his chambers. His chambers he hadn’t been in since this morning. His chambers where he was currently holding you hostage.

Louis stood in front of his door for who knows how long before finally opening it with great hesitation, preparing himself for your angry, perhaps even violent response. Instead he was greeted with.... silence. You were on the bed where he’d left you, sound asleep.

Louis couldn’t help the relieved flutter of his tail at the sight of your sleeping form.

You had curled under the covers, probably to keep warm in the cold air of his chambers, your form rising and falling peacefully as you snoozed. Louis approached you slowly, checking to make sure you were actually asleep before his hands flew to throw off his royal regalia.

Once free from the confines of his complex uniform, he was under the covers immediately. Bringing your snoozing figure into his arms. You didn’t move a muscle; it was evident you were a heavy sleeper. Louis already knew this from his time watching you as you took your midday naps in his chambers but he didn’t know it was to such a great extent. He shifted so that he could lay his head on your chest, arms encircling your waist. He listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his breathing slowing down to match your own.

He was asleep in minutes.

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You awoke to a weight on your chest and the smell of Louis’ cologne surrounding you. When you opened your eyes, the brightness assaulted your vision, making you attempt to turn away but that attempt was futile.

The Prince, who definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep yesterday, was laying directly on top of you with his head on your chest, arms in a deadlock around your waist. You were caged beneath him, his weight pinning you down. You contemplated screaming bloody murder, hoping you could shock him into letting you go and make a run for it but decided against it. You doubted he’d remember to lock the door behind him, that could possibly be an opportunity for you to escape. You slowly began trying to pull his long arms from you when you felt his grip tighten.

“Don’t even think about it,” Louis mumbled, nuzzling further into your neck.

“My liege, please stop this indecency. As rightful heir to the thrown, a lowly maid such as myself would only sully-

“How long did you practice that one? Is that what you were doing yesterday while I was gone? Rehearsing pleas so I’d let you go?” Louis chuckled, finally opening his eyes. Sleepy amber orbs met your own irises and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his brown eyes looked in the morning sun. They didn’t reflect the light but instead nearly consumed it, a complete contrast to the brown of his fur.

“You must be hungry? You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, if that. I’ll call the kitchen and have them bring us something up. Breakfast in bed doesn’t sound too bad,” Louis bit his lip as his eyes drank in your form beneath him. He definitely looked hungry, yet for something other than food; his eyes were burning with barely contained lust.

“I-I have to go, my Prince. I have to perform my duties in the kitch-AH,” you were cut off when Louis sat up and brought you with him as he pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. You felt your fur prickle with embarrassment as you realized not only was he shirtless, but he also seemed to be only in his underwear, the dark blue embroided material providing a very thin barrier to the Prince’s most precious asset.

“What about your duties to me?” Louis hummed, rubbing his hands up and down the fur of your outter thighs. The top of your uniform was still very much ripped open, so you brought your arms up to cover yourself, the blankets you’d been curled under no longer providing you coverage.

“Ah ah ah, you should know better than to hide yourself from me,” Louis hummed, prying your arms from your chest. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing once of your hardened nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue on your sensitive peak sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Pr-pr-princeee, pleaaaase,” you moaned lightly, your voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.

Louis ignored you, instead moving to the other peak while his hands found themselves back at your plush hips. He rocked upwards into you, his hard member making its presence know.

“Take these off,” Louis mumbled against your areola, tugging at your panties. When you hesitated, he simply sighed before ripping them off himself.

“My Pri-

“Shut up,” Louis groaned against your chest, the vibrations further stimulating your raised peak. Louis plunged his fingers into your arching cavern just as he had the day before. You felt your head swirl in embarrassment and arousal, the two emotions battling for dominance.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve desired you?” Louis asked, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw. His eyes burned with such passion for you, it was hard to not look away.

“That’s it, ride my hand. Just like that,” Louis grunted and you hadn’t even noticed your pelvis had begun grinding into his hand to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Your body was moving completely on its own, anything to help relieve the pressure growing in your lower belly.

Suddenly, Louis ceased his movements, lifting you up slightly with one hand while he pulled his underwear down with the other. His member sprang to life, resting against his abdomen as it stood glistening with precum. Being a stag and royalty, it was natural to assume he’d be well-endowed but nothing could have prepared you for the vision that was his impressive length.

He took your hands in his own larger ones and wrapped them around his weeping shaft. He let out a soft “fuck...” as he guided your hands up and down. He let go once you found your own rhythm, no longer needing his assistance for such a simple act.

“You’re so good at this- too good, actually. Did you touch Azuki’s mutt like this? Huh?” Louis asked breathlessly, his death grip returning to your thighs.

“I already told you yesterday, we aren’t like... that...” you grumbled, swiping your fingers over his sensitive cockhead, causing a needy groan to tear from his throat.

“Then what were you two like? You were already letting that filthy mongrel close enough to scent you, it’d be nothing for you to get on your knees for him.” Louis said angrily and you suddenly remembered exactly where you were and, more importantly, who you were with.

No amount of pretty words and declarations of desire were going to keep Louis’ true nature at bay for long. He was vile and malicious at heart. You knew this. He’d proven it to you time and time again. So when was it finally going to register in your dumb little brain?

You released his cock immediately, and climbed off his lap and out of his bed. You headed straight for the door but Louis was faster, grabbing and pinning you against the very door you’d been trying to exit from.

“Why do you keep running away from me? Can’t you see what I’m trying to do here?” Louis groaned into the nape of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine and you resisted the urge to arch into him.

“You’re trying to control me, to manipulate me”

“I’m trying to love you.” Louis craned his head back to look into your eyes. He saw no warmth in them.

“You have a peculiar way of expressing your ‘love’, my lord,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Annnnd we’re back to the incorrect formalities. Every time I feel we’ve taken one step forward, you move three spaces back. Why do you insist on fighting me so? I know you feel it, I can’t be imagining this attraction between us,” Louis finished, the grip on you wrists that previously had you pinned against the door now residing so that he could caress your forearms with the pads of his thumbs.

“I fight it because I know my place. I’m a dog, your highness. Lower than any other Herbivore commoner, and amongst the unfavorable even within Carnivore spaces. Most of the animals around here think I should be banished for even working within the castle during the day, let alone catering to you.”

“Their opinions don’t matter, they have no authority here-”

“It does matter, your highness. Because once your infatuation with me ceases, which is inevitable, you will return to your fiancé, marry her, be crowned King, and produce heirs. And all I’ll have is my life as a lowly commoner. That’s the natural order of things.” You lamented, your voice feeling thick with emotion.

“So what, you believe your future is with Azuki’s guard dog? Popping out litter after litter for him until you die? That’s no way to live, he can’t commit to you. His life already belongs to another woman and that’s Azuki.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m fully aware of the hold our future Queen has over him. I’m just grateful for every moment he chooses to share with me. Makes my life a little less lonely...,”

“I could make your life less lonely! I could do that for you, better than he ever could!” Louis was slightly begging now, he could hear it in his own voice but he was beyond the point of caring.

“Don’t you see I feel my loneliest when I’m with you? All you’ve ever made me feel was small, and stupid, and unworthy. Legoshi doesn’t point out how I misuse words just to remind me of how uneducated I am. He doesn’t point out how unrefined my taste pallet is or force me to eat food outside of the carnivore diet. He doesn’t drag me out of bed at night to look at some stupid star a million miles away on some balcony when I’m afraid of heights. He doesn’t tell me where I can and can’t go, who I can and can’t see, just because he felt like it. He doesn’t humiliate me every chance he gets! He doesn’t boss me around just because he can!” There were hot tears streaming down your face. You had been holding this in for a long time.

“I see...,” Louis said finally breaking the silence. He released you from his grasp and took a step back. He adjusted himself, tucking his forgotten member fully back into his underwear. Though he had a beautiful body envious to those of Gods, he seemed almost shy about his lack of clothing now.

He glanced at your tattered uniform before muttering a “wait here... please...”, and walking towards one of the humongous wardrobes in his room. He pulled out a pristine, new uniform and walked back over to hand it to you.

“I kept a lot of these on hand, in case you ever wanted.... a more comfortable bed to lay your head at night...” Louis’s voice had never seemed so clouded. You silently accepted the uniform.

“You have my deepest apologies for my behavior. Such veracity was never my intention. I hereby relieve you of all obligation to me. You may return to the kitchen or to the gardens or to somewhere new if you like. Whereever you choose to go is fine, I’ll notify Stallworth of my approval. I...” Louis hesitated, finally bringing his eyes up yours.

“You’re free to go.”

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A/N: I finally know how I want this story to end so hopefully they’ll only be two more parts for this series and it’ll reach it’s completion! Also thank you all again for 1K!

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★ Includes: Childe / Tartaglia, GN reader, letters F, N, and Y from my event

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✦ F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

★ The harbinger already had enough fights in his life, he really didn’t want to spend any of his time having any with you.

★ If one ever did occur, he would try to keep his cool, not wanting to escalate the situation and trying to find the route of the problem before it got out of hand. But the longer the argument went on, the more frustrated he would get, making it increasingly easier for Childe to accidentally snap at you and say something he would regret.

★ It would be very easy for him to forgive you. You were his family, his everything. He wouldn’t want to lose you at any cost.

“Why do you have to keep doing this?” You cried, your voice breaking from the tears you were trying to hold back. “Every time you come home, you’re littered with bruises, cuts, sometimes even wounds I think you might bleed out from! I can’t take it anymore, Childe!”

Sorrow filled his eyes. He knew where your points were coming from, but this was just something he couldn’t do anything to fix. “I’ve already compromised with you that I won’t use my foul legacy anymore unless it’s an emergency, I’m afraid I can’t do anything more than that. This is my line of work, you’ve known that since the day we’ve met. Injuries are things that are inevitably going to happen.”

“I don’t want to lose you.” Tears rolled down your cheeks, their barriers no longer holding.

It tore his heart to see you so miserable, and it was all because of him. He walked over to you to place an arm around you, to pull you into a much-needed hug, but you stepped away from him.

“You’re not going to lose me,” Childe assured. Why couldn’t you just understand that this was the way things were?

“How can you know that? I can’t take it anymore to see you get hurt all the time.”

“Then maybe you should just leave,” he murmured, his eyes widening in shock as soon as the words left his mouth. He didn’t mean it. You had to know that he didn’t mean it, right?

Wiping your tears away, you made your way towards the door, collecting your coat. “Then maybe I shall leave.”

“Wait! Y/N stop, please come back!”

You left him in your home, fleeing to someplace you knew was safe, that your partner wouldn’t be able to find for a while. Sitting on the outskirts of Liyue Harbour, you couldn’t help but break down. All you wanted was for him to be safe. Why couldn’t he understand that?

Out of the corner of your eye, you spied a fatui agent watching from the shadows before leaving again. Of course, Childe had sent someone to help him find you.

The man himself turned up a few minutes later, a few tears of his own had been shed. He kneeled before you, his head hung low in defeat.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I don’t want you to leave me.” His hands shook with panic.

You turned away from him, using your sleeve to dry your eyes.

“I know you’re just concerned for me and I know I’m reckless, you don’t want me to die.” Your partner pulled you in for a hug, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “But I won’t. I will never leave you.”

✦ N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

★ Depending on your pronouns and what you’re comfortable with, Childe would either call you his prince, his princess, or his liege. He treated you like royalty already, so why shouldn’t he go the whole way?

★ Though, if that didn’t get you flustered enough, he would increase the level of embarrassment in his nicknames until you were a flustered mess.

You were waiting for your partner to get off of his work in the streets of Liyue, lights and business thrumming around you in the midst of the night, as he insisted he would treat you to a meal at one of the finest restaurants in the city. Even after you tried to tell him that there really was no need, all you wanted to do was spend your evening with him, he still wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Childe approached with a wave, taking the back of your hand and kissing it gently. “Shall we take our seats, my liege?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you swatted him away. “Stop that!” Little did you know, you were only fuelling the fire to the chaos that was about to occur. If you thought that was the end to his fun calling you different nicknames, you had to be sorely mistaken. While the two of you dined together, it wasn’t difficult to get you flustered beyond comparison.

“How was your day, cuddle muffin?” The name made you spit out your drink in surprise, forcing you to spill some of it down you. An evil glare in his direction had him apologising immediately, however, this didn’t stop him with his experiment.

“Can you pass me the salt, cutie pie?” They were just getting worse. This one had you looking away in embarrassment so you didn’t spy Childe’s smirk of amusement. You thanked the archons that he had booked a private table in a room where it was just the two of you, or you might have considered running and hiding in the toilets to avoid everyones’ gazes.

“Sweet pea, have you finished your meal? Should I call for dessert?”

That was it. You covered your face with your napkin to hide your flustered expression. “Can you stop with these awful nicknames?”

“Of course.” He grinned at his victory. “All you had to do was tell me to stop at the first one and I would have done so, but thank you for letting me have my fun.” Your returning scowl only had him laughing.

“So, which was your favourite nickname?”

Without thought, the napkin in your hands was thrown into his face.

✦ Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

★ When the two of you weren’t together and he was around his friends who got to see this side of him, your partner got very whiny and annoying. All he wanted to do was see you again and he wanted everyone to know it. He needed everyone to know how much he loved you and missed you dearly.

★ However, when he wasn’t around his friends, he tended to take out his loneliness on the people he was fighting, hitting them harder and causing more injuries than he usually would.

Finally, after a long trip to Inazuma to check up on one of the other harbingers, he was returning to Liyue to see you. Your partner had sent you so many letters, sometimes more than once a day, that they had created a large stack of paper on your desk. He needed a way to tell you about all the amazing things he was seeing and doing, just to stay in contact with you.

Childe spotted you in the harbour, waiting for him to arrive, when an idea appeared in his mind. The harbinger blended into the crowd, moving at a fast pace so that he was able to sneakily approach you from behind. He would be sure to catch you by surprise.

Once he reached you, he placed a hand on the small of your back and turned you with ease so that he could kiss you with all the passion that he had managed to hold within him for the time he was gone.

Shock took hold of you and you tried to push him away, panicked as to who the stranger was. Were they going to capture you just before your partner was about to return? When the kiss was broken, it allowed you to take in the sight of the ginger-haired man who you hadn’t seen for months.

“My, my. Why are you trying to push me away? Has my lover become cold and cruel over the time I’ve been gone?”

You couldn't help but let tears fill your eyes. He was here in front of you, holding the sides of your face like he either never wanted to let go or like he wanted to devour you. He was home.

You pulled him back in for a deeper kiss, bringing your body as close to his as you could possibly get, only taking breaths when you spoke. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Tearing your lips apart, he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, making you cry out in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“I think perhaps we should go somewhere quieter with fewer people around.”

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There was a time when the world of the supernatural was one of peace and harmony.

Magia, the realm of magic and the supernatural being, was one filled with mysteries and beauty.

Plants would dance to the rhythm made by the woodland creatures. Fairies and elves would sing songs in praise of the wondrous views and people who nurtured the lands and made it the beauty it was today.

Mermaids and the life under the wide oceans and seas shared the riches of the water with those on land to make both worlds something to gaze upon.

Yet, it all changed when humans found something within them.

Greed and Pride - the recipe to the fall of Magia.

Now, the land of the supernatural isn’t like the ones stated in fairy tales and stories by the Grimm Brothers of Hans Christen Andersen.

It is one where sins are not shunned but encouraged.

Kings and queens interfere with the peace once built by the people to become one of villainy and devilish intentions - pillaging and conquering lands to become stronger and “better”.

The ones labelled “magical” or “not human” were either killed or hidden far away, never to be seen once again.

You were born into this - this world filled with anguish and pain.

You were born to be on the top of the food chain - to rule a twisted and dark country: Thelphs.

“Y/N, don’t writhe in pain. You are next-in-line for the throne - a simple wound like this should not make you fall.”

“Y/N, a leader never hides away from death - they face it and make it their weapon.”

“Hold your sword higher! You need the correct angle to slice through someone cleanly!”

“Do not taint the name of Thelphs, young one - death is not the thing you should be worried of but me.”

“If you don’t win, you are no longer my kin.”

Your father’s words rang in your head as you reached the land of Aldis - the land that never fell to the wants of humanity and shunned it.

Aldis protected the supernatural world. They were the ones who held onto the desire to make Magia what it was many, many years ago.

It was known for the beauty it held - the flowers were said to sing songs every day and every night and the mountains shook the ground once a month to say thank you to their valiant effort in protecting what the world of Magia should be.

And yet here you are; leading a line of men wielding swords and cannons aplenty to kill the very thing the world should be.

“Onward,” you shouted as you and your man marched down the stone roads of Aldis, “Fight, my people - fight for Thelphs, fight for your King!”

You pulled the sword sheathed in your belt and pointed towards the land before you. Soon, an uproar formed from the men behind you as you all marched towards the lines of houses.

You begged your humanity to hide as you wielded the weapon in your hand and slashed through hundreds of innocent people.

You begged your ears to close just for a few hours so that the screams of children could not enter as you pillaged their homes, reaping all their goods.

You felt the ground shake below you, trying its best to stop you from killing any more living things, yet you couldn’t.

A haze formed in front of your eyes, hiding all of your caring sides. You could only feel bloodlust - the need to slaughter and to feel the blood of others on you.

It was no use. Your feet, despite being on a moving floor, were still holding on to the ground, The grip you hand on your sword didn’t loosen and tightened.

If you were meant to be a machine designed to kill, you needed to carry out your job properly to ensure you aren’t thrown away.

The fairies soon came to attack you and your men, but you couldn’t kill it.

It was the first time you saw one that had magical abilities. The beauty it held entranced you.

Their wings were translucent. The light that hit it would change colour thanks to the dust that left its wings, forming somewhat of a halo around them. Their hair reached the very bottom of their legs. It swished back and forth as they flew towards you.

A pang was felt in your heart when you remembered your father’s words.

He said the fairies were ones who never cared about humans and instead mooch humans to live.

They were pests that needed to be killed, according to him.

But they are fighting alongside humans right now to protect their homes.

It was clear your father’s words were far from the truth, yet you needed to follow his wants, his needs.

You begged your limbs to move on their own so that you didn’t feel the piles of flesh go through your blade.

But you couldn’t.

You had to stay conscious through all the pain and misery you were giving to those who didn’t even deserve it.

The mixture of both human and fairy blood soaked your inner shirt, forever staining it.

The once grey tiles that covered the floor of Aldis now are forever painted red, and it was thanks to your orders.

You walked through the mountains of bodies, the blood streaming from them staining your shoes.

This was your fault.

This was all your fault.

You looked up to the sky, praying for the rain to fall and wash away your sins, but you could only see the clear, blue sky staring back at you. The clouds moved slowly through the pale blue background midst hiding the Sun’s blinding light away from you.

Semi, your commander soon stood beside you.

“My liege-”

“I killed them - I killed angel-like fairies. I killed humans, I made the ground shake - literally - and I killed the first-ever fairy I have seen. How did my father do this and still walk around Thelphs with no regrets?”

“Y/N...” Semi said, trying to console you.

But you could only laugh.

This.

This is what it means to be human- to kill those who don’t deserve to be killed.

“I can’t handle this anymore, Semi. I want to end this - all of this - so badly, yet I can’t even fight my own father.”

You turned your face to look at your childhood friend.

He too felt the same way you did - his eyes said everything.

Behind the coffee-coloured eyes hid guilt, sorrow and pain.

His face filled with the dust and smoke from the bombs that your men slung to this land. Yet, some streaks were starting from his eyes to the ends of his chin that were clean. Blood dripped from the top of his forehead down to his lips, leaving half of his face coloured in crimson.

Your thoughts rang clearly after looking at the man before you.

It was no longer about wanting to end it, you had to.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, “I will end this, Semi - this unneeded suffering and killings - I’ll end it all.”

He gave a teary smile to you. “Please, Y/N. I don’t think I can do this until I die.”

You pulled a handkerchief you kept in your pocket and proceeded to wipe the blood off his face.

“I can’t, too. This guilt,” you shook slightly, tears threatening to fall, “This guilt is too much to bear.”

He raised his hand and wiped off the tears.

“My liege, you need to be strong. We’re going to face the people we’ve committed countless sins against. Impersonate the devil - be the evil person you aren’t to protect the name of Thelphs.”

He took the blood-soaked handkerchief from your hand and threw it to the floor, “After all, what but devils would do what we did?”

Your heart broke at the words muttered by the man before you.

He was the furthest thing from a devil.

He was the man who comforted you when you were crying.

He was the man who took your pain and gave you nothing but light and joy.

Yet he stood in front of you - covered in blood both his and others with a strong resolve.

You stared at him, anger flaring in your orbs.

“You are the furthest thing from a devil, Semi Eita. But, we are controlled by one. Innocent ones like you should have never fallen into his tricks.”

He was taken aback by what you said. Tears soon fell from his eyes, sobs that he hid from you all these years came flowing like an endless howl.

He placed his head against the corner of your neck. Your shirt slowly began taking in his tears as they trickled down your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his figure. It was your time to comfort him.

Once he stopped crying, he wiped his tears and gripped your shoulders. “We need to go to the riverbank now.”

You nodded and let Semi lead you to the body of water.

You saw how the people tried to protect themselves from your men. They formed a circle with the younger ones in the middle. The ones on the circumference of the circle gripped on their small blades as they threatened your armoured soldiers.

They cared for each other.

The strong wanted to protect the weak; they were willing to sacrifice their lives so that the legacy of Aldis lived on through the young.

“Bring out the carriages,” you told your men. They immediately nodded and proceeded to follow the orders issued.

You turned to the people you’ve captured. A smile managed to reach your lips as they looked at your figure with fear.

“I do not wish any harm on you. We’re just going to make all of you line up and bring you to Thelphs - that is it,” you finished.

Most of them nodded in fear, yet there was one who refused to listen.

His hands had burned aplenty, instantly telling you that he was an ironsmith. He wasn’t rich - the clothes he wore were tattered, many of the holes were formed through his hours in iron crafting, presumably. Yet, you didn’t doubt his skill in fighting. The way he held the sword spoke more than words. The way his fingers comfortably wrapped around the leather handle made you feel some sort of pride within.

He was a person of valour and determination.

In almost seconds, he lunged in your direction.

You didn’t want to take out your sword. It felt like the man needed to hurt you in some way to make himself feel relaxed.

You gripped on the handle of your sword but didn’t have the heart to pull it out of your sheath.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the small tip of the blade to pierce through your skin. You wanted to feel your skin tear from the man’s undying resolve.

But it never came.

Instead, you heard the clashing of metal against metal.

Semi had rushed to protect you using his shield.

He stared at you, anger visible in his eyes.

“You made me a promise, Y/N. Don’t you dare take the easy way out.”

You could only smile and nod at the ash grey-haired male in front of you.

You teared your gaze from Semi to the man before you.

The disappointment and vengeance in him began to grow. The flame he once held within grew into a blazing fire.

“Why? Why attack us?” he began.

“We did nothing to you. We protected ourselves and helped others who needed us. We never bothered Thelphs - not even once, so why?”

You couldn’t reply - your morals would’ve gotten the best of you.

“Chain them all to each other - take all their weapons or anything sharp. We’re going back to Thelphs as winners, we don’t need the scars to prove it.”

You heard the roars of the men who stood before you. In their eyes, they believed all they’ve done is for the betterment of the world you all lived in.

But you knew what hid behind the tapestry that was woven by your father - destruction.

You bit your lip, not wanting to ruin the cheerful moment your men were having - all you could do was stare at Semi and let your eyes speak of all the pain you were feeling.

From afar, you heard a howl that woke up your numb senses.

Werewolves.

Joy graced the victims of your purge.

Their saviours came, ready to vanquish you and your men.

“They said the future leader of Thelphs was one ruthless and evil miscreant, yet they seem awfully sad for someone who led their troops to glory,” a werewolf said as he emerged from the bush beside you, “They do have a heart, after all.”

You stopped the minute you saw the male that now stood before you.

His red hair framed his sharp-jawed face. His obsidian eyes stared you down, a passion forming within the two of you. His olive skin gleamed under the soft light of the Sun. As he moved, you saw the scars painted on his skin - slashes made by swords and vicious beasts shifted in variations of his peach skin.

The ends of his lips raised as his eyes raised up and down, taking you in slowly.

“Mine.”

He rushed to you, his hand finding its place around your throat. He gripped softly, but strong enough to keep your soldiers on alert.

“Stand back!” you said, urging them to move back.

“Oh? - So my mate actually does care for me, don’t they?” He said, his mouth reaching the base of your neck, “How sweet of you, my love.”

Mate?

“State your business here, werewolf.”

“Well, in the beginning, it was to help the people you’ve captured,” his hand travelled to your waist, pulling you in, “But I think my prey has changed.”

You tried to pry yourself off of him, but you knew, deep inside, you wanted to pull him closer. You wanted to throw the troubles you had, all the roles you were born to play, to cast away the men who viciously fought under your order - all of that, just for a male you have just gazed upon.

The pull, the connection - it was instant. It was present, unrivalled.

Its wants and needs rang so clearly in your head.

But you had a promise to Semi - to the country you loved.

“Let go of me, wolf.”

“You don’t mean that love,” he said as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, “You want me just as much as I want you.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and you instinctively melted into the soft touch of his.

“Look at that,” he whispered, “You have already felt it, too - you know you can’t look back.”

“I can’t just give it up,” you tear.

“Then change it. I’ll stand behind you - change your homeland to what it was; a beacon of hope and freedom,” he smiled as your eyes softened, “This connection has to be proof that you were meant to be the change Thelphs needs, Y/N.”

You stare at his black eyes - more specifically the brown flecks that danced within them. They sang of nothing but determination and want - he wanted you, but he knew you had a want to change your homeland. He knew it all - just by a few minutes of just glancing at you.

He kissed your cheek, warmth spreading by that small action.

Your thoughts ran clear, the blinds holding back your judgement drawn.

“No.”

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy - The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

-> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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philiponmycracker · 29 days ago

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Dr Chandler is literally obsessed with the dramatic cunty little bitch, who has nobody to trust in this world if not the hot doctor. Doc would love to keep this twink in his pocket if he could. So unfair they didnt even get to make out. They want eachother so bad, no I ain't crazy

#David is totally smitten he trust the hot Doctor to get his memory back like make him remember EVRYTHING even the stuff that never happened #oh yes Doc can MAKE him remember like nobody has ever remembered before #honestly such a HOT COUPLE polar opposites attracting eachother HELL YES #fun fact Tom Hulce is actually a full year older than Denzel Washington #It amuses me to no end Denzel's character keep referring to Tom's as “boy” I am losing my shit #Tom Hulce #My king my liege YOUR HIGHNESS I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU #denzel washington #Doctor Chandler #David Stewart #st. elsewhere #st elsewhere #St elsewhere 1983 #St. Elsewhere s1 #Mr hulce I WOULD DIE FOR YOU I will fight to protect you LET ME FIGHT MY KING #the ultimate twink of the 80s #Queer actors #80s actors #I ship them so hard #Thgop #Idec anymore im tagging this amadeus im sorry this is my therapy please have a heart Forgive me #amadeus 1984 #It's 1983 so his face hair voice and even the Cuntiness it's all wolfie core so there you have it #Amadeus #tv shows #Tvgifs

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megashadowdragon · 3 years ago

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**1.**Punching Gilgamesh the moment you are summoned/enter a fight/enter a room is not reasonable and should not be done at any time -Gudao

1a. Not even when he barges into the Camelot Room and threatens to everyone, especially when he does it to make your female counterpart marry her -Gudao

1b. Apparently PTSD is not a viable excuse to punch someone when you see him harassing someone. Noted.

2. Just because I am a King, does not mean I can give people nicknames. Makes me wonder how Gareth felt about being called Best Boy by Merlin.

3. Eating contests are apparently not allowed, seems food shortages are common with my counterparts.

4. As it turns out, screaming "To Valhalla" is not the best idea when you step onto Iskandar's Chariot. Especially so when you are right in front of the enemy.

5. Frankenstein is not a doll, do not dress her up. No Arthur, not even if she tilts her head and makes cute growls -Gudao 5a. Okay! Only if its a sundress! -Gudao

6. Getting together four of my other counterparts and forming the Saber Rangers is not allowed, especially if we have Excalizords. Seems the other servants aren't fond of needlessly big robots that take too long to combine.

7. Motorbikes are not to be used at any point or time in Chaldea, no, not even when Iskandar decides to hold the "Chaldea Grand Prix" -Da Vinci

7a. THE SAME GOES FOR OTHER VEHICLES YOU MONGRELS, UNLIKE YOU FUCKS, SOME OF US NEED BEAUTY SLEEP AT 3 AM! -Gilgamesh

8. Just because I can use a sword, doesn't mean I am allowed to attack my Cu Chulainn with it. I swear, he walked into it.

9. Apparently I am not allowed to compliment people? Turns out after I left the beach where I hung out with a sweetie named Kiyohime, along with master, Kiyohime attempted to burn someone alive because I said that master looked like a dashing man. I highly doubt she did.

9a. The smell is still stuck to my trunks Arthur -Gudao

10. My liege... My OTHER liege, please don't ever get Red Saber to sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" again when I am about to utilize Galatine -Gawain

11. We know you are fascinated in other cultures, but please. Stop talking to the Servants of France about Sasaki Kojirou, we don't know if you made up his nickname, but he is not the "Savior of France" - Jeanne D'Arc

12. I would suggest that you stop entering the Camelot Room by screaming "Where is my love! Guinevere!", while it as funny once or twice, I can't stand to see either Lancelots' become depressed anymore -Arturia Altria

13. No offense... But please stop patting my head so much, I know you are basically my Uncle, but people are getting the wrong idea -Mashu

14. While Proto League is an acceptable nickname for the servants of your war, please don't ever enter a fight and scream it out again. We know you enjoy it, but it can get obnoxious after a while - Random Mob 1

15. Proving that I am male by either fighting or pantsing myself is no longer allowed after Heracles decided to do the same thing when a recently summoned Shakespeare made him question his own gender -Da Vinci

15a. Having the entire male team to pants themselves in front of the enemy is not a viable tactic against Archers, no matter what you watched beforehand and despite how fun it is -Robinhood

16. Just because Merlin suggested it, I shouldn't instantly do it. Its odd, almost like no one trusts Merlin, he seems just like my one.

17. "I saw a pest" is not a viable reason to drop a Corrupted Grail into the Babylon Room, we understand your dislike towards the King of Heroes, but Ishtar and Ereshkigal were caught up in the rage.

17a. "I was bored" is not a viable excuse to kiss a female servant while under the effects of Merlin's illusionary spell, Gudao has yet to leave his... specially enduced Coma.

17b. "I saw this scene-" is not a viable reason to go to a prior singularity and ask Muramasa to create a specific weapon, it is time wasting, no matter how strong the weapon is.

18. Suggesting to Rayshift to the point before someone dies is not a good idea, no matter how much fun it is for you to watch the "Crazy Murder Loli" die.

18a. Getting Fou'd is not a good reason to Rayshift back to your fight against Beast VI just so you can "Finish the Fucker Off".

19. Using a voice manipulator made by Merlin is not a good way to get people to be afraid when you shout a noble phantasm.

19a. Shouting "Stella" is not allowed, Arash prematurely shot off his Noble Phantasm while training and now we have to resummon him.

20. Just because we have a Simulation Room, does not mean I can alter the device to allow me to see someone from the past.

20a. We know you miss her, we do too. If you want to speak, you can come talk to us -Proto League

21. Trying to host an "Engry MIYA" talk between Nameless and Alter is not a good idea, just... Don't.

22. While having a Picnic is fun, please don't host them in the middle of a fight.

23. Just because a rabbit killed Gawain in a movie, does not mean you can threaten to cook Fou alive.

24. We know you love kids but come on, you can't just take Nursery Rhyme and Jack out to "Play Fetch" with the Dragons in France every after-noon.

25. Blaming someone that isn't even a servant isn't a viable way to shift blame.

26. I've been banned from the Kitchen, apparently forcing my way in and cooking the meals before Nameless is not a good idea. He looked ready to cry.

26a. Turns out mentioning the fact that Muramasa was far more willing to let me into his kitchen when I visited him was not a good idea. I don't think Nameless likes me much.

26b. "Just because I have the alcohol" is not a good excuse to get a few of the servants including Mashu drunk at dinner.

27. Just because you technically existed before Back to the Future 1 and 2, does not mean you can threaten to sue the creator, even if you can go back in time freely.

28. NO, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, NOT EVEN IF KIYOHIME ASKS NICELY, WE SHALL NEVER REPEAT THE EVENTS OF YESTERDAY AGAIN.

29. "Look what I found" is a sentence that I am never allowed to speak when I am holding something bigger than my head or smaller than my hands.

30. Turns out that breaking my own arm is not the best way to get Nightingale to calm down. Never thought Merlin would be wrong.

31. "Sure you can touch my Excalibur" is not the best way to differentiate between Arturia's Excalibur and my own when someone asks to hold it.

31a. "But mine is bigger" is not a good response when Arturia talks about how easy her seals are to remove from her Noble Phantasm, nor is it alright to use when talking about when how she made Mordred.

32. Stealing Gilgamesh's potion of youth and putting it in the Soup that EVERYONE ended up eating is the easiest way to have myself barred from missions for a week.

33. Just because people are afraid of it, doesn't mean you should hug it. Not even if Merlin says to.

34. Just because someone stole your food, does not mean you should "Call in a favor" and have Elizabeth sing until someone gives up who stole it

34a. Update: The above applies to Nero as well.

35. Just because I have an innate fear of the Lancer version of my female counterpart, does not mean I can steal her horse and run away because of that fear.

36. Making King Hassan say "Omae wa mou shindeiru" is not allowed, especially if you reply with "I'm already dead" just to mess with him.

37. You are fond of Mordred, we understand. But please stop teasing her. Calling her cute will be her death - KotR

38. We understand that being locked in a single room with Nobunaga can be hard, but saying it was like prison is not fair.

38a. Quoting an abridged anime is not allowed, especially if it has "Sluts" and "Prison" in the same sentence, we still don't know where you got that swim team outfit.

38b. Making a mini Excalibur and saying "Blade of Promised Prison Riots! SHANKCALIBUR" is not allowed at all, Edmond almost had a heart attack.

38c. It is noted that the Arthur and Nobunaga were almost forced to kiss, but utilizing time manipulation to see Romani's death and threaten him with "Spoilers" is not allowed.

39. Just because Merlin asked, does not mean you should dress up as a "Cutesy Idol" and perform a song with a voice changer on in front of a camera for his "Magi*Mari" stream, Romani has yet to heal from that wound.

40. Looking Mordred in the eye and saying "Mordred, I am your father" is not allowed, especially when you have her surrounded by all the versions of her "Father", even the ones that just look like "Him".

41. "I solomly swear I am up to no good" is not what you say while standing behind the Director in the Lost Room, she died once already, we don't need her worrying about what you will do.

41a. "Remember that time you became a Loli" is not to be said around Olga Marie after what happened after she was... Killed.

42. Quoting Kamina from Gurren Lagann is banned, especially after everyone believed you were actually erased from the throne. Only to find you a month later taking off an invisibilty cloak and sneaking into the mens bathrooms to shave.

43. Anime is fun to watch, but please. Stop trying to explain why a certain character would be within the Throne of Heroes.

43a. Stop. Asking. When. I. Will. Summon. ISSEI HYOUDOU! -Gudao

43b. BOOSTED GEAR SCALE MAIL! -Arthur

43c. BOOSTO? -Siegfried

44. Valentines is a wonderful thing, we get it. But making everyone in Chaldea chocolate by going around and hunting in various areas is not needed, we have too much already.

45. Stop Rickrolling, that was so early 2000s, get with the golden times old man -Kintoki

45a. EX-

46. Commenting on the impractical armors of the female knights that walk around is not needed, we have gotten complaints about how they feel harassed -Staff Member

46a. I just wanted to help out... -Arthur

47. I am not to sing anything ever again, the reason isn't because I am bad, no. Everyone agrees I am quite good. But its the genre I sing coupled with my Charisma rank. Seems love songs should not be sung. How sad.

48. Just because I have cat ears, does not mean you should give me Catnip - Atalanta

48a. The same was repeated for Alter.

48b. Along with Tamamo Berserker.

49. "Merlin told me to do it" is no longer an excuse that is accepted, even if he did make you do it.

50. LITERALLY ALL THE THINGS ON THIS LIST ARE BECAUSE OF MERLIN, STOP LISTENING TO HIM.

51. I'm only responsible for a quarter of these, stop blaming me for your troubles, Normies -Merlin

Kiyohime asks Arthur what to do to catch Gudao's attention. Arthur tells her to turn into his most cherished person. She turns into Gudako and tries to force Gudao into sex.

#fgo #fate grand order #fgo fanwork #fate/grand order #arthur pendragon #fate arthur pendragon #proto arthur #prototype arthur pendragon #fate prototype #f/go

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ladyfawkes · 4 years ago

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Desiderium by Trekkiehood and LadyFawkes Current word count: 15102 Current Chapter 8 & 9: The Useful Idiots; Eugene's Lament Rated: T for graphic descriptions of violence, wartime, torture, things of a POW nature. ATTENTION/ACHTUNG/ATTENCION: THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! [Nor a repost.] DESI HAS BEEN GIVEN ITS FOOOOURTH UPDATE IN LESS THAN A WEEK. WHOOPWHOOPWHOOP! Chapter 8 (but not 9) also the first chapter in which I've flown entirely solo thus far. Doth my eyes deceive me, or does our hero make a reappearance??? Hold onto your butts, buttercups. You finally get to learn what Regis is all about. Eeeeep!!! This one's intense!! You also get to learn exactly what Eugene wrote to his dearest Rapunzel in the hour or so prior to his capture.

Overall Story Summary: Desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially: a feeling of loss or grief for something lost. Eugene and Rapunzel's lives are turned upside down when a war breaks out between Corona and Equis. As Captain of the Guard, Eugene is forced to leave his wife and daughter to fight on the front lines, where a tragic berserker attack leaves Rapunzel a widow.....or so she's been led to believe. Now prisoner to a sadistic megalomaniac, our severely injured Eugene must fight harder than he's ever fought before in order to escape dire circumstances and drag his way back to his family. With battles raging, the enemy advancing, too many fallen troops, dwindling supplies under siege, and especially absent their most trusted strategic leader, the only chance Rapunzel, Corona, and Eugene have is if the kingdom can still somehow pull off the seemingly insurmountable task of winning this forsaken war. Has dusk finally arrived for the kingdom of the sun, or will she rise victorious once more? Chapter 8 Summary: Eugene finds "help" in the most unexpected of places. (Chapter 9 summary & chapter posted beneath Chapter 8.)

Javeen’s men had concussed the enemy captain in outrage and tightly bound his wrists and ankles with ropes for transport. Naturally, nobody amongst them had consciously thought to put pressure on the enemy’s` wounds. On the contrary, most of them had gone out of their way to avoid such a thing…. Their reputation had always been annihilation of all opposition and a literal scorched earth policy. It didn’t leave much room, if any, for compassion or medical training; most of the time, it left even less room for common sense. Before dawn that day, Commander Javeen’s underling had initially volunteered to perform the honor of actually transporting the soon-to-be-captured prisoner, the captain in red. However, by this point, Avila was less than thrilled; Uhlan Avila didn’t want the loathsome enemy captain to leak his blood and other bodily fluids all over his opulent saddle. He’d spent good money on it, after all. This was an unforeseen complication for which the uhlan had definitely not volunteered. However, now….he was stuck with it. Avila sprinted over to a fallen enemy horse nearby, loosened the saddle, and reclaimed the saddle blanket, padding, and two leather straps. Taking the woolen pad and folding it over a few times, he rolled the enemy captain up inside of it with the blanket around the outside, and cinched up everything with the reclaimed leather straps. Uhlan Avila was pleased with himself for being so clever. It was that one action of vanity alone which preserved Eugene’s life to this point; as otherwise short-sighted as these bloodthirsty barbarians were, transporting the wounded -- even their own -- was not something for which they spared much thought or effort. And so Uhlan Avila threw the prepared prisoner over the withers of his horse and ultimately brought the prisoner, retching and puking, all the way back to Javeen’s encampment outside Equisian city walls. Thus the Equisian army had done the enemy commander a secondary favor by attacking before breakfast; one cannot puke out what one has not eaten. And thus we've reached our third unintended positive consequence that the uhlan mistakenly provided the enemy: Avila had rendered him virtually unconscious. It was a profoundly merciful thing, remaining staunchly unable to recall waking memory of being hauled away so inhumanely, bound and profusely bleeding, with no way to brace or prepare oneself for the relentless jarring and jouncing motions on the arduously long journey ahead. The same afternoon Queen Rapunzel of Corona received her husband’s final impassioned missive, the currently defenseless abductee Captain Eugene S. Fitzherbert, Prince Consort of Her Majesty Queen Rapunzel, was presented to His Imperial Majesty King Regis the First and Terrible of Equis. Regis preferred just the one name, as ambitious as he was, wanting to further distinguish himself from anyone else yet in the history books. Fully expectant that his captive should be brought to him on a silver platter, King Regis was royally put-out when he was instead Summoned to Javeen’s encampment due to a quote unquote “slight problem”. However, he was determined nothing would spoil his mood for that day. That day had all gone off without a hitch, apparently, every carefully laid plan thus far. As well it should, Regis congratulated himself internally. Nothing would be better than his moment of being able to gloat in the face of this unworthy thieving interloper who had taken up such a plumb station within the neighboring kingdom. Regis had heard all about Fitzherbert from his cousin before his death. What idiots Corona’s former royal couple must have been, getting duped by the likes of such a wonton common thief. King Regis vowed he would die before he let such an accursed scourge back into his palace. King Trevor had regaled Regis endlessly about his woes with Corona, King Frederic, and ultimately, the insufferable thief Fitzherbert. And Regis….well, Regis was like Trevor multiplied one-thousand-fold. While they were close to the same age, Regis had had a lifetime filled with

having the throne denied him.

His gargantuan height of 6’11” made Regis tower over most everyone around him. Though he was tall, he was also toned and muscular rather than massive; though he could yell louder than most, he also had a silver tongue. His cruelty, selfishness, and vanity knew no bounds -- nor did his taste for ostentation. Unlike Trevor, who had a very pointy pinched look, Regis was exceptionally attractive, broad-chested, and “strong as a bear”, with his close-cropped full beard and once-dark-hair turned a respectable salt-&-pepper. Yet beautiful as he was, every horrible family trait that Trevor had ever possessed -- and then some -- were magnified to abysmal new depths within Regis….which is why lately, he’d been experimenting around with giving himself titles of repute. “King Regis the Great”....no, too generic. “King Regis the Horrible,”...no. Again, too….pedestrian. “King Regis the Terrible”...? Slight improvement but still not good enough. King Regis brushed an invisible piece of lint off his shimmering blue ermine cape, readjusted his most opulent jeweled crown and sauntered through the massive tent flap that had been pulled aside in anticipation of his arrival. He strutted toward the back of the tent, where he saw his 2nd and 3rd in command, Commander Javeen and Commander Thaddeus. Thaddeus backed away at a steady pace upon seeing him, after the commander bowed, saluted, and announced his king’s arrival. Regis picked up on an undercurrent of agitation between his leading men. As he approached Javeen and a heap of old rags on the ground, he learned precisely why. It was not a pile of rags before him. Now abruptly seeing his Big Moment evaporate in front of his eyes, Regis rushed up to see who was this mystery prisoner. Surely this could not be Fitzherbert….?? He’d expected him to be a bit sick and groggy from a pre-planned hellride over horse’s withers but not….. And Regis roughly clutched at the hair of the prone individual and yanked backward on the head so he could see the hidden features. And though this prisoner’s face was filthy, it was just as Regis feared: he was indeed looking at the face that launched a thousand Wanted posters, his avowed newest enemy, thieving “Prince” Fitzherbert. The enemy prisoner showed no outward reaction to him nor anything else whatsoever. He lay still, eye closed and expressionless, his body completely inert. With fury clouding his vision, Regis tore at the saddle blanket wrapped around his prey. The blanket had all but adhered to those once-leaking wounds through Eugene’s torso. By this time, Cmdr. Thaddeus had backed away to a safe distance outside the tent. “What is the MEANING OF THIS!?!?” roared Regis, unclutching his once-intended target’s hair and crossing the tent to Javeen in less than half a second. “GRIEVOUSLY DAMAGING MY CHOSEN PREY BEFORE I CAN EVEN SEE HIM?!?! “My-My Liege,” stuttered Javeen, “I thought you’d be pleased to see him in such dire straits!” At this, even Regis was taken aback. Briefly. “To reiterate….you ‘thought I’d be PLEASED’,” Regis made mocking air-quotes, “to see the very victim I’d been planning personally to accost now for months, suddenly in a position where nothing I can do can possibly torture or make him hurt enough, the way he should be!?!” At this, Regis twitched his wrist and an impossibly sharp filigreed 12-inch-length steel stylus slipped silently out of a concealed pouch in his sleeve. Now, the king was deceptively, eerily calm, ever-so-slowly advancing on Javeen, who was inching away. “Did it ever occur to you,” Regis rapidly whip-sliced in an upward diagonal with the stylus, his impossibly-lengthy arm snaking out from him, “that I might need to play with him first?” And then he whipped the whisper-quiet blade rapidly on an opposing downward diagonal, completing an X pattern across the chest of Javeen’s tunic. His second’s eyes bugged out and he continued to back away from Regis, stumbling, clutching at and trying to press his tunic against the new fresh wounds underneath to staunch the flow. Gritting his teeth and trying desperately

not to cry out, Javeen well knew how screaming and crying to Regis would only encourage him further. “This dirty thief has information I require, you fool,” Regis whispered, with deadly calm, as he threw the stylus at the dirt and it pierced Javeen through his foot. His hapless second screamed in spite of himself and fell backward, his foot still pinned to the earth through his boot. “I pay you to kill, maim, and follow my orders to the letter,” Regis stood over him prior to leaving, “not to do my thinking for me.” After giving his original intended victim Fitzherbert one last longing glance, Mad King Regis knelt down and plucked his stylus out of the shocked man’s pinned foot as slowly and agonizingly as possible, making Javeen yell mightily again as crimson gushed out the new holes in either side of his boot.

Regis then wiped his stylus clean on Javeen’s trouser leg, and said loudly, “Cmdr. Thaddeus, Summon the surgeon or apothecary, whatever he calls himself. Tell him he has a new charge. JUST THE ONE,” he growled menacingly at Javeen, his implications crystal clear although he still addressed Cmdr Thaddeus. And to think, less than five minutes ago, Regis had been having such a fine day. ---------------------TTS------------------------- Chapter 9 Summary: Varian has a visceral reaction after eavesdropping on Timothy's devastating report with Rapunzel. After several key delays, the queen goes down to the stables to speak with Maximus....and receives a letter. ============ Varian gradually pulled away from the door where he’d just been eavesdropping on Timothy and the Queen. His head was shaking side to side involuntarily and his eyes had frozen wide open. Clawed hands raked through his hair until Varian was frantically grasping his fringe in shock and disbelief. Everything had gone numb as he continued backing away. His throat constricted for a time and he struggled to breathe.

“Varian?” Ash approached carefully and lightly touched his arm; he flinched violently at her touch. “Varian, are you okay?”

No. No, he wasn’t. This was impossible. Eugene couldn’t be dead. He just could not!

“I-I have to go!” Varian choked out. And he simply ran. He wasn’t even sure exactly where he was going. He couldn’t go to his dad, as Quirin was one of the few Coronian citizens to have actually seen bonafide combat. Thus his services would be required with Corona’s dwindling army now more than ever….. He couldn't go to Rapunzel, she had enough problems to worry about, and he couldn’t go to Eugene because he was- no. He wasn't. He could not be! Maybe he was only missing, not dead.

Xavier. Xavier would know what to do. Varian needed to find Xavier.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TTS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey Max,” Rapunzel smiled a weak watery smile as she gently stroked the horse’s face. “Heard you had quite the run.”

She offered him an apple that he accepted from her hand….but he carefully set it aside and refused to eat it.

“Yeah, I know the feeling, my friend.” Pascal chirruped in agreement and nuzzled a little against Max’s face from the vantage point of Rapunzel’s shoulder.

It still hadn’t completely sunk in…..Eugene’s possibly being gone forever. By the time she had gone down to speak with Max about an hour after first speaking to poor Timothy, about a half dozen of their other soldiers had also beaten a hasty retreat back to Corona proper, as Old Corona was even less safe than ever, due to the out-of-control fire. Sometimes not all of these men arrived in one piece, either. Rapunzel subsequently learned the enemy had started an oversized funeral pyre…..but why?? They also independently corroborated Timothy’s claims of Eugene’s being run-through. And even worse, some said that Eugene’s stricken body had been thrown…..on the top of that funeral pyre. She’d heard the chilling reports corroborated more than once, from soldiers who had little to no idea what their fellow troops had also seen. She had had those tunnel nightmares for ages. And yet...hardly anything felt real. She felt detached from everything. Once the tiny and woefully wounded and bedraggled troop contingent had arrived, however, news had spread throughout the palace grounds faster than the fire that spawned it: Eugene is dead. The Prince is dead. Captain Fitzherbert died in battle.

Maximus let out a soft nickering. Rapunzel allowed a few tears to finally fall for real. It was a stark reality, seeing Max without Eugene. Seeing the blood on the saddle. Seeing the thick bandages on Maximus as he was carefully laid on his side, being cared for in the stable. Seeing everything, everything that she had once thought of as strong and capable and larger-than-life, and practically invincible….all in such precarious states. She just…..couldn’t…..

“I don’t know what I would’ve done had we lost you too, Max,” whispered Rapunzel. This was the only way, she decided, she could hold things together. With Max and Pascal, she could fall apart if needed, without anyone questioning her state of mind or suggesting she should step down from her duties. She just….couldn’t bring herself to give up on him just yet. Rapunzel instinctively knew that she was still the best chance Eugene had for being found. And that chance would diminish severely if she replaced herself with someone else in the highest command position.

Max nuzzled her hand before biting at his saddlebag and pulling out a folded letter with "Wifey" scrawled in hurried font on the back.

She accepted it with shaking hands. It still bore his scent and the official Captain’s watermark. Eugene’s. She could barely contain her trembling as she unfolded the pages.

My Dearest Sunshine and Darling Wifey,

The writing on the parchment here appeared peppered with large drops of clear liquid. Most of the ink was smeared, including the date in the top right corner, as if it were all written in a furious hurry. It’s doubtless the reason why Eugene never had time to seal the letter either.

If you’ve been given this letter, then I can assume I’ve entered a battle from which I will likely not return. Know that I did everything in my power to win for us. I’ve done everything in my power to return to you. I never wanted to leave you or Kleisonne. It was never my choice to stay away….but I’m sorry nonetheless. Not only do I have sworn duty to protect the kingdom and her heirs…..it’s most of all because I want you and our daughter to be as safe as humanly possible. You’ve been the best companion, wife, mother to our child, lover, and life-rescuer this flawed man could have ever hoped for. I’ve been more happy these past 5 years with you than the prior 23 years of my life combined. I’ve never wished more than now that an afterlife truly exists. Because whether in living life or afterlife, I would give absolutely everything I have just to spend even a tiny bit more of my time with you and Kleisonne, even if all I got to give you was a proper goodbye. I love you more than mere words could ever convey.

Also know how much I cherish you and how fortunate I am to have been given a second chance to get things right in my life. That never could’ve happened without you.

I’ll never stop loving you, Sunshine. Death couldn’t stop that before. Perhaps….the odds might smile on me yet again.

In my absence, I need you to be certain and watch that nanny. Please. My paternal instincts are just extra strong right now, I suppose but certainly you of all people can understand why I'm....careful. And in case I can’t return, please make sure Kleisonne knows I love her and that I never wanted to leave her. I didn’t abandon her by choice. Someone stole our time out from under us. Every moment we three are apart, I’m certain desiderium shall overwhelm me. Please….tell my dad how much I appreciate, love, and care for him. I completely understand his delay. I can’t imagine how difficult it would’ve been to pull together a virtual army and make his way back here in about 7 weeks. Two or three days shouldn’t have made much of a difference but in this case….? I fear Edmund will never forgive himself--but I will. Corona will still need him and the Brotherhood though, even if I’m gone. Tell Fred and Arianna thank you for everything…..they were my family at a time when I still had nobody else.

You were my new dream yesterday, you’re my new dream today, and you’ll always be the best dream I could ever seek, Rapunzel. I’ll remain forever your devoted husband.

All my love and more, Eugene

Rapunzel was openly sobbing now. Rivers of pent-up tears flowed as the Queen’s small body was wracked with uncontrolled weeping. She surrendered to the worst pain and emotional loss of her entire life. It just wasn’t right. It’s not fair for me to have saved him once, only for the enemy soldiers to get him just a few short years later.

Maximus whinnied low in his throat and nuzzled in, letting Rapunzel know it was safe for her to come closer, despite his bandages. It was clear the despondent horse didn’t care how much he hurt physically, which….comparably, still wasn’t all that much. The adrenaline still hadn’t worn off from his mad dash earlier, apparently. And it was the least he could do to give his queen a safe space to cry. She clung tightly to his neck, letting her tears soak into his mane. Maximus well knew how difficult it was for her to express herself when she felt vulnerable.

Events and every single independent corroboration thus far all pointed towards Commodore Fitzherbert having been killed. Virtually nobody had seen him alive since before the inferno effectively ended the battle. Several people had even witnessed his being run-through, and a couple of his men had even seen his body on a lighted funeral pyre. Rapunzel was wracked again with more sobs at these thoughts.

How could Eugene have possibly survived? Common sense told her he hadn’t. Yet everything else told her he was still out there, somewhere, needing urgently to be found. Everyone lucky enough to have retreated from the battle said they were certain he had not survived. Though it had been around 4-5 hours since the end of the battle, Rapunzel couldn’t give up just yet.

Most chillingly of all, the idea had finally begun sinking in….mostly due to morale being plunged to abysmal levels.

The whole kingdom had felt noticeably dimmer once everyone began to believe Eugene Fitzherbert was dead.

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advena87 · 5 years ago

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Kaer Morhen shenanigans (but mostly Lambert’s) part 6

Here is: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 and Daily Lambert

also Keira & Lambert’s love story, Aiden & Lambert’s love story and… this.

Lambert: I need an adult.

Eskel: You ARE an adult.

Geralt: Eskel now you have exaggerated.

***

Vesemir: I love you son.

Lambert: Unrealistic. Unbelievable. Lies. False.

***

Vesemir: Lambert! Don’t make me come over there and be a parent!

Lambert: FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING, HUH?!

Berengar: BUUURN!

***

Vesemir, a tired dad, trying to teach the next witcher generation: Okay, let’s try this one last time. Forest, corpses everywhere, Leshen attack. What do you do?

Geralt:

Eskel: …

Lambert: Call the witche-

Vesemir: YOU ARE THE WITCHERS!

*later*

Vesemir: *launches the witchers into Leshen’s forest*

Eskel: Vesemir, where is the rest of the guys?

Vesemir: I'll tell you where they're not... safe.

*in the forest*

Geralt, fighting with Leshen: Lambert, quick, think! What would Vesemir do in this situation?!

Imaginary Vesemir in Lambert’s head: *walks away* Bye, Lambert!

Lambert: I'm beginning to think I have issues.

Geralt: *fighting* Lambert, support!

Lambert: Well your hair looks terrific. Grey is a lovely color on you. And frankly, you're the only one on this team I can rely on.

Geralt: I meant hit him!!!

*after defeating Leshen*

Geralt: Luckily all that violence and gore had no disturbing side-effects on our decent childhoods-

Lambert: *quartering Leshen while drinking blood from it’s skull*

Geralt: ...

Lambert: I'm sorry, I have to do that every twelve minutes.

Vesemir: I’ve never felt such an odd mixture of pride and mortal terror.

***

Eskel: Hey, Lambert, how are things going with Vesemir?

Lambert: I dunno, lets see. HEY DAD, YOU WANT TO TRAIN WITH ME!?

Vesemir: *in the distance* FUCK OFF!

Lambert: Why are you acting like this? I’m your son!

Vesemir: Yeah and are you as disappointed as I am?

Eskel: Wow, you are just the Grand Central Station of disappointment for him, aren't you?”

Lambert: Yup. Thats me.

***

Vesemir: Lambert, if I die before you, I want you to lower me into my grave.

Lambert: Aw, da-

Vesemir: So you can let me down one last time.

Lambert:

Lambert: Eskel, do me a favour, if I die before him, cremate me and throw my ashes in Vesemir’s face.

***

Eskel: Don't you miss the vivid imagination of childhood?

Lambert: I never had one.

Berengar: An imagination or a childhood?

Lambert: ...

Geralt, mockingly: Oh, what, not gonna tell us your tragic backstory? I thought you loved to talk about that shit.

Lambert, completely deadpan: If I felt like talking about my childhood trauma, I'd go to therapy. Murder is way less emotionally taxing.

Eskel: ... I can't tell if your childhood was that fucked up, or you're just okay with killing people.

Lambert: It's less of an 'or' and more of a 'one lead to the other'.

***

Eskel: Lambert! Are you drinking again?

Lambert: Yep.

Eskel: You said no more alcohol!

Lambert: I said “no, more alcohol”.

Eskel: Do you live in your own little world?

Lambert: Yes. But unfortunately I have to share it with all of you.

***

Lambert, drunk as shit: Give me my sword!

Geralt, also drunk, handing him a plastic butter knife: Here you are, my liege.

Lambert: Thank you, peasant.

Lambert, pointing the knife at Eskel: SURRENDER OR FACE MY WRATH.

Eskel, late and sober: Are... Are you kidding? You’re joking right-

Geralt: DO NOT INSULT M’LORD.

***

Lambert: Hey, do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Berengar: You're a hazard to society.

Geralt: And a coward, do twenty!

Eskel, to Berengar: Have you ever just looked at someone and knew the wheel was turning but the hamster was dead?

Berengar: Everytime I look at these two.

***

Geralt: Taco cat spelled backwards is still taco cat.

Eskel: I don’t know what to do with this information.

Lambert: Dog food lid spelled backwards is dildo of god.

Eskel: I don’t know what to do with this information either.

Berengar: Crack? Is that what you two smoke? Do you smoke crack?

***

Lambert: *does something selfless without making a joke of it and genuinely being nice*

Eskel: So you do have feelings after all?

Lambert: *shrugging* When I have the time.

***

Geralt: They call me coffee because I grind so fine.

Eskel: Oh my God.

Berengar: They call me coffee because I keep you up past 2 a.m.

Eskel: Stop.

Lambert: They call me coffee-

Eskel: Please don’t.

Lambert: -because I’m dark and bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of who I am.

Eskel: Oh.

Lambert: Sorry, thats just my train of thought.

Geralt: Or as we like to call it-

Berengar: The Anxiety Express. Don't worry, I have one of these too. I thought I was in a bad mood, but it’s been a few years now. So I guess this is just who I am now.

Eskel: Am I the only normal child here?

***

Berengar: Being a pessimist is great. I'm always either right or pleasantly surprised.

Eskel: That’s an awfully optimistic take on pessimism.

***

Lambert: Oh, are you *covers Eskel’s ears* kidding me?

Berengar: That... wasn’t a swear word.

Lambert: It’s not? *sighs* Ah, shit! I swear so much, I don’t even fucking know the difference anymore!

***

Berengar: At my age, do you know how I’m statistically most likely to die?

Geralt: At the hands of your brother?

Berengar: An accident.

Geralt: That’s how I’m going to make it look.

Berengar: You can’t kill me if I kill myself first.

Vesemir: WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT?!

Geralt: Actually, yours.

***

Geralt: Has anyone ever told you to keep your damn mouth shut?

Lambert: Everyone. All the time.

***

Lambert, drunk: Hold on! I’m having one of those things… a headache with pictures?

Berengar: What the fuck?

Eskel: He's having an idea.

***

Geralt: *Can’t find Lambert in a crowd* Shit, we lost him.

Eskel: This calls for drastic measures.

Eskel: VESEMIR IS A GREAT FATHER!

Lambert: WHAT?!?!!

Eskel: There he is.

*meanwhile*

Berengar: Excuse me. I lost my youngers brothers, in a crowd. Can I make an announcement?

Store Clerk: Of course.

Berengar: *leans into mic*

Berengar: Goodbye, you little shits.

*later*

Berengar: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Vesemir: Berengar, you lost all your brothers!

Berengar: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Vesemir: Prepare to feel really bad about yourself!

Berengar: Oh yeah? I’ve been prepared for that my whole life.

***

Vesemir: There will come a moment when you have the chance to do the right thing.

Berengar: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

Vesemir: There are always lessons in failures...

Berengar: Ah, yes, this must be why you are very wise by now.

Vesemir: Yup, I have four of you.

***

Lambert: *throws open balcony doors at 6am*

Lambert: GOOD MORNING WORLD!

Berengar *from the lower balcony* Shut the fuck up!!!

Lambert: YOUR LITTLE RAY OF SARCASTIC SUNSHINE HAS ARRIVED!

Berengar: Lambert, let me ask you a question.

Lambert: Shoot.

Berengar: Is there any part of “shut the fuck up” that you don’t understand? 'Cause I’d be happy to explain it to you.

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What do you think about stannis arc to be ended?

I think it will be fun!

He’s obviously doomed. Kinslaying, blood magic, obsession with prophecy and affronting all gods beside R’hllor…

I’m quite sure he will pull a full-on Agamemnon. The shoe fits. Kinslaying, prophecy-spouting mistress (anti-Cassandra = Melisandre), on the war path… He and his ever more radicalized red-god-followers will probably end up sacrificing Shireen to compensate for a setback, in a mirror to Iphigenia.

My hope: In some completely unexpected way, Selyse will be the one to kill him over it. Just a complete inward collapse of his House.

"I never asked for this crown. Gold is cold and heavy on the head, but so long as I am the king, I have a duty . . . If I must sacrifice one child to the flames to save a million from the dark . . . Sacrifice . . . is never easy, Davos. Or it is no true sacrifice. Tell him, my lady."

Melisandre said, "Azor Ahai tempered Lightbringer with the heart's blood of his own beloved wife. If a man with a thousand cows gives one to god, that is nothing. But a man who offers the only cow he owns . . ."

(ASOS, Davos VI)

What does Stannis have only one of? Children.

Why would Selyse do it? Because she loves her daughter.

"Eastwatch is not safe." The queen put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "This is the king's true heir. Shireen will one day sit the Iron Throne and rule the Seven Kingdoms. She must be kept from harm, and Eastwatch is where the attack will come. This Nightfort is the place my husband has chosen for our seat, and there we shall abide. We—oh!"

An enormous shadow emerged from behind the shell of the Lord Commander's Tower. Princess Shireen gave a shriek, and three of the queen's knights gasped in harmony. Another swore. "Seven save us," he said, quite forgetting his new red god in his shock. (ADWD, Jon IX)

Also, it would be beautifully ironic:

"Lord Snow, as Lady Val is a stranger to our ways, please send her to me, that I might instruct her in the duties of a noble lady toward her lord husband."

That will go splendidly, I know. Jon wondered if the queen would be so eager to see Val married to one of her own knights if she knew Val's feelings about Princess Shireen. (ADWD, Jon XIII)

Also, we are unsubtly pushed not to expect it:

"—and children, yes. Very sad." The queen pulled her daughter closer to her and kissed her cheek. The cheek unmarred by greyscale, Jon did not fail to note. "We are sorry for the little ones, of course, but we must be sensible. We have no food for them, and they are too young to help the king my husband in his wars. Better that they be reborn into the light."

That was just a softer way of saying let them die. (ADWD, Jon XIII)

A misdirection to make us believe she doesn’t truly love her daughter, and is unfazed by murdering children. Nope. Touch Shireen and she will forget the red god.

Sort of a mirror to Dany. Magic, Rhaego dies, Dany kills Drogo. Fire. The khalasar scatters. Kingsblood wakes a stone dragon.

"Your brother's blood," Melisandre said. "A king's blood. Only a king's blood can wake the stone dragon."

Stannis ground his teeth. "I'll hear no more of this. The dragons are done. The Targaryens tried to bring them back half a dozen times. And made fools of themselves, or corpses. Patchface is the only fool we need on this godsforsaken rock. You have the leeches. Do your work." (ASOS, Davos IV)

Stannis shed a lot of kingsblood with those magic leeches: Balon’s, Joffrey’s, Robb’s. Plus Renly.

Dany: Viserys (Renly), Rhaego (Shireen), Drogo (Selyse), Mirri (Melisandre) -> woke three stone dragons. Stone being a bastard name like Snow. Jon’s heart having turned to stone. Possibly this connects to Sansa (Alayne Stone), as well, but it gives us a general timeline.

The clouds hid most of the Ice Dragon, all but the bright blue eye that marked due north. The sky is full of smugglers' stars. They were old friends, those stars; Davos hoped that meant good luck.

But when he lowered his gaze from the sky to the castle ramparts, he was not so certain. The wings of the stone dragons cast great black shadows in the light from the nightfire. (ASOS, Davos VI)

The nightfire will cast stone dragon shadows, in the North, where a hidden (ice) dragon has a blue eye. The enormous shadow that made Shireen shriek had come from behind the shell of the Lord Commander’s Tower.

Ominous.

If it is not Selyse, very importantly, I do not want it to be Brienne. She is intimately connected to Catelyn and Arya’s arc of justice v. vengeance, and like Arya’s competing list of names (kill list v. alias based on loved ones), Brienne has competing oaths, competing swords.

It made sense enough for Brienne. “I will kill him,” the tall homely girl declared. “With my lord’s own sword, I will kill him. I swear it. I swear it. I swear it.” (ACOK, Catelyn IV)

She wants to devote herself to vengeance, but Cat gives her a different purpose.

Brienne closed her thick callused fingers around the hilt of her sword. The sword that had been his. "I swore a vow. Three times I swore. You heard me." (...)

“My son may be a king, but I am no queen . . . only a mother who would keep her children safe, however she could.” “I am not made to be a mother. I need to fight.” “Then fight . . . but for the living, not the dead.” (…)

“And I think, when the time comes, you will not try and hold me back. Promise me that. That you will not hold me back from Stannis.” Catelyn could still hear Stannis saying that Robb’s turn too would come in time. It was like a cold breath on the back of her neck. “When the time comes, I will not hold you back.” The tall girl knelt awkwardly, unsheathed Renly’s longsword, and laid it at her feet. “Then I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or . . . whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

(ACOK, Catelyn V)

Brienne is set on a path to preserve life, not take it, with Jaime.

Brienne pushed open the door and stepped inside the cell. “You called, my lady?” “Give me your sword.” Catelyn held out her hand. (ACOK, Catelyn VII)

Oathbreaking is a theme...

Up again. “Yield, or I’ll drown you!” “And break your oath?” he snarled. “Like me?” She let him go, and he went down with a splash. (…)

Brienne dove for her sword beneath the waters of the brook, but the Mummers were on her before she could lay hands on it. (ASOS, Jaime III)

She loses the bad sword of vengeance. But she will gain another one:

"A sword so fine must bear a name. It would please me if you would call this one Oathkeeper. One more thing. The blade comes with a price." (…)

"I have made kings and unmade them. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor." Jaime smiled thinly. "Besides, kingslayers should band together. Are you ever going to go?"

Her big hand wrapped tight around Oathkeeper. "I will. And I will find the girl and keep her safe. For her lady mother's sake. And for yours." She bowed stiffly, whirled, and went. (ASOS, Jaime IX)

Kingslayers should band together. But she is not truly one, nor should she be. Her fight is for the living.

Lady Catelyn's fingers dug deep into her throat, and the words came rattling out, choked and broken, a stream as cold as ice. The northman said, "She says that you must choose. Take the sword and slay the Kingslayer, or be hanged for a betrayer. The sword or the noose, she says. Choose, she says. Choose." (AFFC, Brienne VIII)

Brienne fights for the living. There is one vow she needs to break: to become a kingslayer for vengeance.

There is every chance I am wrong, but this is my optimal scenario.

#asoiaf #stannis baratheon #selyse baratheon #shireen baratheon #iphigenia #agamemnon #jon snow #brienne of tarth #oathkeeper #kingslayer

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It’s late on Thursday but it’s still Thursday and thus time for thoughts you didn’t ask for but I’m sharing anyway, and I have a lot of feelings so let’s get right down to it: (yoooooo this is the longest of these I’ve ever done but I had to get all the details of their fight in there)

Murphy and Emori kneeling right away obviously, bless their little cockroach hearts.

Quite the fashionable little eyepatch Sheidheda whipped up since we last saw him, and from what animal did he get these spikes on his shoulders?

I actually really liked Nelson--or at least Lee Madjoub who plays him--so I’m a little sad this is his end but at least he lived and died by his principles which is more than some people on this show get to do.

Bellamy looks like a goddamn fool in this white outfit but Gabriel is clearly digging it.

I absolutely despise Just-Call-Me-Bill and his cavalier fucking attitude towards his own fucking son.

Raven is ready to draaaaaaaag Bellamy. I love her anger and refusal to comply. And he lets them take her away! They’ve been family since the dropship days--he held her as Finn died--they lived on The Ring together for six years--“So much for family,” indeed.

Echo is absolutely roasting him. I love her. A lot. She is so right--she absolutely went through all of those things, never truly breaking even though she came close. (What’s a little attempted genocide between friends?) And here he is, three months on Etherea and a whole wreck. Her line, “Watch us all die, I suppose,” is perfect. Bellamy’s “yes” to “is it more important than us?” is absolutely devastating. And with that, they’re broken up. It hurt more than I thought it would.

ALSO how is “all of us for all mankind” any different from Octavia’s cannibalism motto in the bunker? Remember how you loathed her for that, Bellamy?

Knight’s really out here with all the exposition--and I wonder how long Nikki Bang Bang is going to put up with being called “Convict.”

Alright, Emori and Murphy’s ragtag band of fugitives is doing okay! Murphy, you literally only have to survive til the end of the episode bb. You can do it. And with that these two little horndogs lay down together to make some babies...only to be interrupted by Indra with Madi’s boyfriend.

Does a nuclear reactor count as a weapon? Well I hope fucking not since people live on this planet...including you.

Nikki is really on my last nerve. Thanks Emori--why don’t y’all just shoot her in the head, though?

Aw. Jordan and Hope. Please be best friends, Hope needs a wholesome influence. Jordan’s point about how the group are not their friends, but their parents’ friends, is so solid. I can’t imagine how alienated these two must feel. I love that all of these space people force Hope into hugs and comfort her--she doesn’t know how to show or receive affection so they just make her. This poor child. I know people have been hard on Hope across the fandom but I honestly feel so much empathy for her.

Clarke and Octavia! My favorite female duo. This moment of bonding and understanding between them is everything I have wanted for seven fucking years.

I love the way this scene is directed, the way they move, everything, all the details:

Clarke immediately gets in Bellamy’s face, but Octavia stands back. Feels like she knows that Clarke is the right person to handle Bellamy.

Dude. Your “experience” sounds like some kind of acid trip.

Then Octavia steps forward, and Clarke steps back.

Clarke forward again, with tears, her voice breaking.

Bellamy is breaking too, tears, everything, Clarke forward and in his face again. Clarke refuses to help and gives her normal reasoning for everything she does--she was trying to save her friends. Bellamy, with tears: I am trying to save YOU! (all of you but really just you clarke i mean c’mon) His threat to Clarke--if you don’t tell me where the key is--the threat hangs, Clarke shakes her head, he lays down the truth. “They will kill you. All of you. Let me help.” and her face is so angry, disgusted, disappointed, defiant--go float yourself. When she walks away he closes his eyes like he’s trying to keep the tears from falling. Clarke walks over to Octavia and when they take each other’s hands lemme tell y’all I BAWLED. Sisters. Equals. After all this time.

Conductor Doucette (Steve to his friends) walks up to console this idiot with some speech about transcendence. I hate him. But he sure does look hot with this haircut.

Every Memori scene is absolutely killer. “You think Hatch would have kneeled?” Also “Raven, in one of her more questionable moments, that I nevertheless respect...” Oh god, I love him.

The looks between Cadogan-Bellamy-Doucette while Clarke is in the MCAP are so good.

Bellamy: “It didn’t have to be like this.” Clarke, with tears running down her face: “Yes it did.” I have a lot of questions about these lines. They could be read in a lot of different ways. Does Clarke mean that she would always have fought this hard, regardless of it being Bellamy she has to fight against? Does she mean that Bellamy’s decisions would have always brought them to this point?

I am asking once again: what the fuck is Sheidheda wearing? And who had time to make this absolutely ridiculous and a bit too on-the-nose throne of bones?

Oh good, now when Clarke and Call-Me-Bill come through the anomaly stone they’ll be right in front of Sheidheda’s Mad Max insanity.

Madi is being such a precious fucking bean right now telling them all how she feels their pain. I cannot. I am dead. Also Emori being proud of Madi is EVERYTHING. ALSO Murphy’s “I’ve got this,” to a terrified Emori made my heart clench.

Miller’s “You good with this?” to Clarke touched my heart tbh. Everyone’s loyalty to her this season is everything I have needed for ages.

Hm. Where did this asshole send everyone? I love the way Clarke immediately rounded on Bellamy. He won’t be able to make a right move in her eyes until this shit is over.

I barked with laughter at “Your move, my liege.” And Murphy’s little grin when he sees Clarke! Cockroachkru forever!

Y’all, that was...a lot. Like a lot a lot.

In short: Becho breaks, Bellarke fights, and Memori tries to make babies at every turn. Sheidheda is a fashion icon (of sorts) a new ship launches with Hope and Jordan, Madi becomes leader of a new generation of delinquents, and Nikki Bang Bang gets the knock upside the head that she so deserves.

#the 100 spoilers #i have some questions #jackie's rambling again #bellarke #becho #breakups with no makeups #heartbreaker #don't mind the sobbing i'll just be rewatching Clarke and Octavia's scenes #a new kind of Bellarke

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