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Marcille is actually one of the biggest reasons it took so long to pinpoint which Chilchuck was the imposter in today’s episode.
The Senshi and Marcille imposters had their own reasons for being hard to decipher, but that was a joint effort on the party’s part. Chilchuck was the only example where a single member’s bias actually swayed the others so strongly that it made them all doubt themselves.
Ryouko Kui did an excellent job of giving us a rich background on how different races interact, and how they may descriminate against each other. Each of the races in this series struggles with these prejudices. Our main characters are not exempt from this, and we see it clearly in the way the shapeshifter manifested as each party member, showing us how the others percieve them.
Marcille knows Chilchuck well, and cares deeply for him as a friend. But she’s not immune to assumptions and biases that come from her elven background. The Chilchuck imposter we are faced with, when it’s down to two of them left, is Marcille’s memory of Chilchuck, Marcille’s perception of how he behaves.
One of the first manifestations of this bias occurs when shapeshifter Chilchuck can’t get a jar open.
The real Chilchuck knows that this would never happen—at least not in this way. Chilchuck is proud, yes, but he asks for Laios’ help all the time. Laios is actually one of the party members he is the most likely to ask help from, given how long they’ve known each other, and how much mutual trust exists between them.
However, the whole scenario isn’t right. Chilchuck wouldn’t give up so easily on opening something; his whole job is opening and unlocking things. He would never quit an attempt like this within 5 seconds, then run to Laios so that “big strong adult tall-man” can open it for him.
Marcille is the one who asks, “Huh? Why do you say that?” because Marcille is partially right. Chilchuck does rely on Laios, and Marcille knows this to be true. But she fails to realize how he relies on Laios.
Chilchuck respects many of Laios’ talents, but the most important ones are his combat skills, his emotional fortitude, and his quick thinking when delegating tasks. He trusts Laios as someone he is comfortable following (he literally said to him and Shuro in the last episode: “Laios!! Tell us what do!! Give us orders!!” when chimera Falin was quickly overpowering them).
So while Marcille almost understands Chilchuck’s confidence in Laios, she tends to accidentally infantilize him in the process.
She immediately believes that Chilchuck B (the imposter, who is specifically using her own memory as its base for Chilchuck’s personality) is the real one, and says so, because she’s blinded by her perception of him as being childlike and adorable because of the very common racial prejudices that half-foots deal with all the time.
She dotes on the imposter, and is open with her affections, as usual (again, her care for him is clear), but doubles down on that bias, on her own assumptions of Chilchuck’s behavior shown through her own lens.
And ultimately, Laios was able to tell the difference, but only because he watched how the Chilchucks handled other minute tasks. Marcille’s stance on which Chilchuck was real truly did throw the others for a loop, at least until the threat passed. And honestly, that’s part of what makes the shapeshifter so terrifying. Its strategy almost worked.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#laios touden#senshi#senshi of izganda#chilchuck#shapeshifters#laios dungeon meshi#marcille dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi analysis#neo queen serenity’s posts#dungeon meshi spoilers#dunmeshi#dunmeshi chilchuck#chilchuck dungeon meshi#this can be translated in a shippy light tbh#chilaios#does marcille ship them? does she assume chilchuck sees laios as his knight in shining armor? hehe#dungeon meshi episode 18#dungeon meshi anime#dungeon meshi meta
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new guyyy whom i love from a design trade
he's a demigod cimera knight who was brutally defeated and then spared by a tyrant queen, with the caveat that she cut off his goat head and uses it as a hostage to keep him loyal to her. unfortunate but what are you gonna do
#my art#oc#scarab knight#chimera#anthro#furry#lion#dragon#goat#the heads all have names but collectively they're the scarab knight. or the beetle knight idk which yet#lotsa tags for this one. i loooove him it really is so cool to have a guy designed by someone else#this is nothing i could come up with by myself#but funnily enough his design slotted in perfectly with another design i was already working with (the tyrant queen)#who is basically me wanting a character that carries a head on a stick around with them#designer is monarchisfine on toyhouse btw. check em out they make great stuff very nice
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just imagining the knights who have grown used to treating merlin like arthur’s consort, letting him get away with all these things, and introducing new knights to the unspoken rules - merlin may not be the consort in title but you better treat him like he is - and carrying that into arthur’s reign as king only for one (1) feast to go horribly, horribly wrong and the knights of the round table are trying to put out these all these fires and calm all these lords and ladies feelings and trying to talk arthur down from waging war and trying to get merlin to talk to the king dammit i don’t care that you’re upset, arthur is drafting up a literal declaration of war please slap talk some sense into him all the while drafting up new rules that HEY actually let’s treat merlin like the queen instead
#(a foreign nobleman groped merlin)#(arthur challenged him to a duel)#(when arthur wins and kills the nobleman then his kingdom will wage war)#(they tried to warn arthur by telling him all this but it just infuriated him further bc merlin didnt wake him this morning so hes crabby)#(thats why he jumped the gun and decided he’d wage war first)#(leon is on the verge of quitting his job and moving to the continent)#theyre so silly#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#knights of the round table#queen merlin#fanfiction#fanfic#fic ideas#prompts
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Vlad Masters + chess ♔♘♙
#danny phantom#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#danny fenton#chess#dpedit#gifs#cartoonedit#animationedit#hjbendergifs#nicktoons#nickelodeon#notice how in the first set vlad's moving a pawn (incorrectly but we'll ignore it) just as danny walks in#and then in the last set vlad's using his black knight to capture the white queen (maddie)#i don't think this is coincidental
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No one:
Me: ok, but hear me out- knight!ghost and his queen
#still obsessed#there’s no amount of therapy that can help me now#i’m down so bad for knight ghost#knight!ghost#and his queen#call of duty#cod fandom#medieval au#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#i neeeeeeed
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Big batch of rendering practice drawings. Do you have a favorite? 😊
#kirby series#kirby gijinka#kirby#magolor#susie haltmann#meta knight#elfilin#fecto forgo#queen sectonia#joronia#shadow kirby#ribbon kirby#that's a lot of tags!#i'm really happy w/ my magolor gijinka. it's a lot of fun to make a character with so much of his face hidden so expressive.#in general i really love pushing expressions hard. so fun.
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“Do you, um. Do you have to wear all the armor? Seems overkill for a stroll.”
“Your Majesty. I’m your guardian. I believe it imperative that I be at my best to protect you. And I’ve already left my helmet at your constant insistence.”
“Right! Right.. but, um.”
“Your Majesty?”
“Yes?”
“..Listen.. Do you hear that?”
“Um, no? No, what is it?”
“…Silence. Blissful, sweet silence. Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”
“Oh.”
@silverskye13
I couldn’t sleep until I drew these guys (I’m learning armor be proud!!)
Prince Tanguish came to me in a dream (daydreaming at work while severely bored). I don’t know much of Royalty and all that, but I see Tanguish as something similar to an advisor to Tango? Within his council methinks. With Welsknight as Tango’s guardian. And Tanguish, instead of stealing, is constantly sneaking out of the castle (Tango makes fun of him for it and Welsknight hated him for it cuz he’d have to go looking for him if he stayed out too late, before Helsknight was appointed his guard at least). Or maybe he still steals, but it’s just small trinkets he sees? Stuff he can’t find in the castle. (Those homemade muffins were really to die for)
Helsknight didn’t want to become a personal guard, but wouldn’t deny the opportunity to annoy the hell out of Welsknight daily. I can also see Helsknight being acknowledged by the royal family by him helping Tango. Like Tango followed Tanguish when he was sneaking out, got hurt (fell when climbing down the castle walls?), and Tanguish ran into Helsknight first while looking for help [Of course Wels wouldn’t be there]. He’s a bit bristly at the beginning (the little dialogue at the beginning was one of the first things I thought of lmao) but he warms up eventually.
Anyways,, is making an art of an au of an au weird? It’s certainly was weird to type that sentence!
#RnS#redstone and skulk#tangotek#tangotek fanart#tanguish#helsknight#also definitely inspired by Summers Glooming#these guys#ignore Helsknight not having a sword I couldn’t get the angle right#also#Tanguish braids helsknights hair for important events#and idk who the king/queen is- if there is one?#the colosseum crew are the royal guard perhaps#I dunno abt Demon#maybe a political evil rather than physical?#but I know nothing of kingdom politics#and it focuses on Tanguish trying to be useful in some capacity to his older brother#he feels he doesn’t do enough/deserve to be called a prince?#‘I’m only royalty by blood’ feels like a leech (parasite)#and Helsknight learning that there’s more to being a knight than violence/learning to fight for others#I’m rambling#it’s so late#goodnight now!#nexart
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Merlin Prompt/Idea:
Arthur calls a meeting of his inner round table (those that sat with him at the table of the ancient kings) except Merlin. He also tells everyone else not to tell Merlin. At this meeting they decide that Merlin will have a seat at the Royal Round Table.
Why is Merlin getting an official seat at the official and highly sought after Royal Round Table?
Because Arthur wants to marry him, of course!
This is step one to getting all the stuck up nobles to except Merlin as Arthur’s choice of spouse.
Does Merlin know that that’s Arthur’s intention with his appointment? No.
Does Merlin know that Arthur wants to marry him? No.
Does Merlin even know that Arthur has feelings for him? No.
Is Merlin increasing frustrated that he keeps getting excluded from half of the inner circle meetings despite gaining a seat at the official one? Yes.
Is Merlin going to give Arthur a piece of his mind once finds out that this entire roundabout thing was just a plot to get him as his husband? Undoubtedly.
Is Merlin going to be completely badass and show his capability as “queen” despite not knowing what’s going on? Absolutely.
What are the next steps?
#bbc merlin#Merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin emrys#merthur#the knights of the round table#merlin fanfic#merlin fandom#merlin fanfic prompt#merlin fanfiction prompt#merlin prompt#merthur prompt#Merlin is DONE#no one is telling him anything#how are they going to find out about this magic?#how’s that going to effect the plan?#what step will legalizing magic be?#I know I put “queen in the post but I actually think his title will be king consort#do with this what you will
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Omegaverse X-men but the sub gender matches the power level.
Omega gender? Omega Class.
Jean Grey with the powers of a fiery god? Omega
Magneto who can invert the magnetic fields of the earth with a thought? Omega
Ororo Munroe, Storm, Mother Nature come again? Omega
That inadvertently creates a whole new culture in the mutant community because if a mutant comes to you and you can smell a sweet and inviting omega scent the humans may subconsciously think about the omega stereotypes of meekness or emotional instability or how they are only good to taking care of the pups and only an alpha can handle these serious affairs bla bla bla
While the mutants in the room collectively go “shit fuck shit fuck a Matriarch is here!!” and they all start to straighten themselves to both impress (because the matriarch may like you and give you protection in their pack) or make yourself less threatening (because they may hate your vibes on sight and delete you from existence WHO KNOW???)
This brings us to Charles Xavier.
Professor X, who is an Alpha level mutant (depending on the continuity) but is also an Omega Level Telepath (also depending on the continuity)
If he is an Alpha, his and Erik’s divorce has been wrecking the X-men and the Brotherhood packs for nearly 5 decades now (the x-men because they are Matriarchless which is wrecking their whole dynamics over there and their Patriarch is suddenly blind to his ex husband nearly KILLING THE PRESIDENT AGAIN CHARLES OMG?!?! and the Brotherhood because their Matriarch is going ballistic over that bald man for 50 years now and NO DONT LEAVE OUR MISSION TO SAVE YOUR EX WHAT ABOUT OUR GOALS?!?!)
If he is an Omega, the X-Men vs Brotherhood is actually both a divorce (omega/omega marriages are frowned upon but who is stopping them?) and two Matriarchs fighting over who is the better mom, provider and protector for the family (all mutant kind)
In both scenarios they meet once a month to play chess and fuck nasty
(Also as a bonus for the last scenario: Logan is classified as an Alpha level mutant…
Charles and Erik, both Omegas, wanting pups: *see Logan who is strong and capable and caring under all the grumpiness and nearly indestructible* this one will do
Logan, getting levitated by his bones: what
)
#x men#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#logan howlett#Wolverine#cherik#xavierine#omegaverse#Charles x Erik x Logan#the part of me that ships Logan/Charles/Erik keeps giving me Alpha level mutant Logan who is the loyal knight to his intimidating Queens#who can give aneurysms or death by a thousand needles respectively#Logan would be the linchpin that would bring the X-men/Brotherhood packs together#as a mega super pack with two matriarchs that complement each other and a patriarch who is a little feral
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This had context but I refuse to tell anyone
#kirby#kots#kirby of the stars#kirby fanart#hoshi no kirby#meta knight#Kirby meme#ok i lied im going to give you the context but this is just between you and me ok#don't tell anyone#we're whispering like it's a sleepover and we don't wanna wake up the parents#this was originally a metadede comic where Queen Ripple came to visit Dreamland#and i like to think meta knight feels insecured about the adventures he wasn't in aka 64 and triple deluxe#so he is kind of moody all the time and magolor makes it worse by poking him about it#dedede kind of wants to be alone with queen Ripple because they're pen pals and they share their possessed stories#and meta knight is so pissed because it's just a side of dedede he doesn't know and he doesn't like it#but he would rather eat his own shoe than actually admit he has emotions#i made like 6 complete pieces around all of this concept but i didn't like them and I'm kind of embarrassed#so i decided to post this without context#and now you know too...
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The Knight & His Queen Masterlist
Dieter Bravo x OFC (Complete) ||| Main Masterlist
Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI
Summary: While looking for the perfect Christmas gift for his niece, Dieter Bravo finds himself in a small mystic shop, owned by the sweet and eccentric Amina. After an impromptu tarot reading with unexpected and surprising results, the two quickly find themselves entranced by each other.
Warnings: Spicy language, alcohol consumption, smut, & mentions of drug use. Mystical topics such as tarot readings, spirit guides, chakras, etc. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings.
EXTRAS | VIBES | MASTERLIST
The Knight & his Queen was written for the @pedrostories 2023 Secret Santa Event. A big Merry Christmas to my giftee, @booburry! I hope you like it! This fic started as a one shot, but kind of just kept going. What I ended up with was a four-part series that I am now posting in full. Happy holidays everyone! Enjoy! 💜
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Taglist: @rhoorl @chaoticfestninja @survivingandenduring @partyofone3413 @wannab-urs @cakipy-blog @titlee78 @poodlebae @guelyury @missladym1981 @maried01 @alokaerza @samiamproductions @misstokyo7love @themonadiaries-blog @madnessofadaydreamer @darkheartgatita @avastrasposts @weho2kcmo @harriedandharassed @tkchaos @girlofchaos @yghuibt @musings-of-a-rose @secretelephanttattoo @maggiemayhemnj @legendary-pink-dot @linzels-blog @morallyinept @undercoverpena @sin-djarin @trulybetty @jazzloveslatte @timpletance @myloveistoolittle @annieispunk @bitchwitch1981 @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @for-a-longlongtime @hisandsnakes @sarcasm-theotherwhitemeat @copperhalfcent
#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#dieter bravo#dieter bravo fic#dieter bravo x ofc#pedro pascal#the knight & his queen#pedrostoriesgift23#pedrostories#dieter bravo multi chapter fic rec#dieter bravo fic rec
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2.08 IT CHOOSES | 1.03 THE DOLLHOUSE
#yellowjackets#yellowjacketsedit#mistynat#mistynatedit#otp: you should be thanking me#otp#parallel*#i love parallels#inverseparallel*#mine#edit#*#tag meta#meta#wordles#HI HELLO I AM HAVING FEEEEEEELINGS ABOUT THIS TODAY#~#feeling particularly crazy about 1) the fact that misty stays more hands-off in the dollhouse; it's like she's learned more about how#she needs to handle nat - that forcing her is necessary to an extent but that it made a seed of resentment when they were kids#so misty knows better now to give nat a little bit of space and guide her instead of tackle her#(i am once again Thinking about misty treating nat like a bird!!!)#so instead of holding nat back in gif two - where misty runs toward her in 97 - misty lets her go and just watches after her#and 2) NAT PUSHING MISTY AWAY HURTS SO MUCH MORE NOW#because she didn't in 97 - when they were kids nat let misty hold her back let misty justify why she needed to let javi go and then focused#her anger about that inward at herself. but in the dollhouse nat pushes misty away!! she's turning inward again but she's letting her anger#out a little at misty! and misty takes it!! misty is her knight and it is her job to protect her queen and she tried to do that#until the very end
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Httyd AU
So! Ghosts are nowhere near an Unknown Threat.
In fact, Ghosts and Creatures of the Realms have been attacking the Human World, preforming Raids on Amity Park, and stealing valuable objects and human food for just as long as they have been around. And they have been around for a while.
They first came into the Human Realm centuries ago, and so far Humans have been able to adapt.
Ghost Hunters are some of the most respected members of the Community. There are many different groups of them, and of these Groups the Fenton Family has always been one of the most famous and well credited of the lot.
They have been Hunting Ghosts since the days of their Ancestor, Jackson Fenton-Nightingale, who was the first of their lineage to change from Witch Hunting to Ghost Hunting.
In the modern age, Jack Fenton and his wife Maddie Fenton are some of the most respected Hunters in Amity. They have captured and killed more Ghosts and Realms-Beasts than anybody in the History of their Family. They have pioneered the new age of Ecto-Tech, bringing better and more effective weapons to the masses. They have singlehandedly managed to contain the Ghost Threat to the State of Illinois, and Amity Park in general. They are truly some of the Greatest Heroes of the Era.
The same cannot be said for their son.
Daniel Fenton has always been, well, Lacking, when compared to his Family.
He didn't inherit his Father's natural Musculature, nor his Mothers Prowess in Martial Arts, and while he is definitely an extremely intelligent boy, he does not measure up to the Intellect that the other members of his Family often achieve.
Even his sister, Jasmine Fenton, shows more promise than he does, and she isn't even a Ghost Hunter. Instead she devoted her life to becoming a therapist who can help those who have been affected by Ghost Attacks.
But Danny? He has never really showed much promise. He is definitely eager to prove himself to his Parents, but he never manages to help out in the field. Most of the time he even makes it worse.
And for Danny? It's infuriating! He has spent all his life trying to live up to the legend of his Family, trying to become a worthy Son. But he never succeeds.
He has made Tons of Inventions to help defeat Ghosts, but they were all thrown out because they were Non-Lethal. They always said that any Ecto-Weapon worth the materials it's made out of should end the Ghost before it has a chance to escape, so capturing them without killing them would be worthless.
But he wants to prove that his efforts are not in vain, if not to his family, than to himself.
So one night, as a particularly nasty Ghost Attack is going on, he rushes outside with a Weapon of his own Design. It was a Stun Gun, designed to hit the Ghost with a Beam of Pure Paralyzing Energy that would render it Immobile for hours. It was slightly large and bulky, but it still worked. At least, theoretically it did. He hadn't had a chance to test the Stun Gun yet, hence his little adventure.
He ran to the edge of Town, and tried to find a Ghost worth capturing.
Blobs? No, they've been caught before. Catching one wouldn't earn him any praise.
Skeleton? Those are a single tier up from Blobs, and not by much at all. Definitely not.
Ecto-Pus? Maybe, but it wouldn't be too useful for learning anything since it can't speak.
Spirits? They are the manifestations of Human Emotion, stronger than most other types of Ghosts, and they are suspected to be Intelligent. That's a good choice, it would probably be the best choice.
But there was one better. An Ancient.
The Ancients were the Ghosts that had been around for Centuries, possibly Millenia. They are Ghosts that are so Old, they have developed true Intelligence. Nobody had ever managed to kill an Ancient, they were too strong. The Ancients are the most Deadly, most Powerful, most Dangerous of all Ghosts.
If Danny managed to Capture one? He would skyrocket to Fame! He would be able to sit at the Lunch Table with the A-Listers, the town would stop seeing him as a disappointment, and his Parents would be so Proud of him! They might even come out of the Lab outside of Ghost Attacks to spend time with him!
So, he sat at the edge of town, watching the Portal that had opened up about a Mile outside of the City. He needed to be ready, in case an Ancient showed up.
Hours passed, and he was getting sleepy, when it happened.
"Ancient!"
The scream of warning came from his Radio, tapped into the Ghost Watch Channel used to keep track of Ghost Movements during attacks.
He looked at the Invasion Portal, and saw it. It was Humanoid, about 7 ft Tall, wearing Dark Plated Armor, with a Flaming Green Sword at its hip. Trying to stare into it's Face felt like staring into an Abyssal Void, with 2 pinpricks of Red denoting where its Eyes would be. The same Red Eyes all Ghosts had.
"Retreat! Retreat! The Fright Knight has emerged from the Invasion Portal!" Came the warning from his Radio. In the distance to his right, he could see the few Hunters who had been keeping watch on the Portal run to the safety of the Town.
Shaking off his fear, Danny rushed to his Target.
The Fright Knight was the most Feared of the Ancients, nobody had ever survived an encounter with it. There were even Rumors that it was the Leader of the Ghost Attacks, the coordinator.
And Danny knew that his Stun Gun wouldn't be enough to beat it. Not yet anyways.
So, instead of running directly to the Fright Knight, he ran to the small Open-Air Worksite that held his Parents' most Ambitious Creation. An Artificial Ghost Portal.
Years ago, his Parents had realized something. They couldn't stop the Invasion, because the Ghosts could never be cut off at the source. The Portal they used to enter the Human Realm was always a Natural One, it always closed after a few hours, so they had no chance of entering the "Ghost Zone" without immediately getting cut off from the Human World. Thus, they couldn't exterminate the Ghosts at the Source.
But what if they had a Stable Portal?
Then, the Humans could invade the Ghost Zone instead of the Ghosts invading the Human Realm. They would get an Edge in the Centuries old War.
But the Portal didn't work yet. They had been working on it for years at this point, but they had had absolutely no luck in making it functional. As an unintended consequence however, they realized that the Portal Frame was capable of generating Large Amounts of Energy, and it soon became the towns most Powerful Power Plant. It basically powered every home in the City, and powered the Shields that were put up above the Civilain Shelters during Ghost Attacks.
And Danny needed it.
His Stun Gun wasn't powerful enough to defeat the Fright Knight yet, but if he retrofitted it to draw on the immense power of the Portal Frame, it might be enough.
He rushed into the Open-Air Pavillion thay housed his Parents Portal Frame. It was an Immense Creation, semi-circular in shape but large enough that an entire Army could be comfortably Marxhed through.
He ran right to the center of the Device, pulling open a Panel in the middle of the Floor and fiddling around with the Wires for a minute.
It only took a short while before he had the Energy of the Portal Frame retrofitted to power his Stun Gun.
He raised the Weapon, and carefully aimed at the Fright Knight, still walking towards the Town.
He pulled the Trigger. And Everything went wrong.
The Gun didn't fire. Instead, he felt a rumble come from the Machine he was standing on, as lights began to light up on the edges of the Portal Frame. Somehow, he had accidentally rigged the Portal to attempt its activation Sequence when he tried to fire his Weapon.
Obviously, the Ring of activating lights had attracted the attention of the Fright Knight, and it had begun to move in bis direction.
In a panic he tried to fix his mistake. He moved around a few more wires, and tried again, and more lights turned on. He tried again, and suddenly a high pitched sound began to play around him.
He tried one more time, and help his heart leap with joy as his gun finally began to power up. He looked up to see where the Fright Knight was, and felt his elation drop in an instant when he noticed that it had already entered the Outdoor Lab Space.
The next few seconds felt like they took hours. He felt his heart stop as the Fright Knight began to rush forward. It was about to reach him.
Then, his Gun pinged to tell him they it was ready, and he pulled the trigger.
The world around him erupted in green Light as the beam from his Stun Gun fired out with much more force than it was ever intended to handle. The Beam of Light was so wide that it completely encompassed the Towering Fright Knight's form.
But at the same time as the Gun fired, the Portal finished it's attempted activation sequence. And the World turned green for a different reason.
Danny felt billions of volts run through his Body as the Portal activated, his screams being drowned out by the sound of Reality fraying at the seams as the Portal attempted to push through it.
But ultimately the Portal failed. It turned off, just as it was about to break through to the other side. The sudden burst of energy also seemed to affect the Stun Gun, as it blew up at the same moment the Portal turned off.
Danny was launched out of the Portal Frame, landing in the center of his Parents Outdoors Lab, unconscious.
It took nearly an hour before his Parents arrived, looking to investigate the sudden Portal Activation and Explosion. Whatever had happened caused a blackout throughout the entire Town, shutting off Ghost Shields and inciting panic throughout the City, meaning they had to wait hours before they could investigate.
They found Danny laying unconscious in their Lab, and called for someone to help him as they worked on getting Power back to the Town.
When he woke up, Danny was Reprimanded for his actions that night. Nobody believed him when he said that he had beaten the Fright Knight, and since communication went down with the Power, Nobody could confirm that the Fright Knight had actually been pushed back. It was far more likely that nobody had seen it after it entered the town, and it had left with the others when the Portal began to close.
But Danny knew what had happened, so the first chance he got, he escaped out into the woods surrounding Amity Park and began searching for his Target.
It took hours of searching, but eventually he found the Fright Knight, laying on it's side in the dirt.
Danny was elated at first, he had captured am Ancient! But then he took a closer look. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt odd about the Ghost. He felt confusion, but not his own. Relief, but coming from somewhere else. Hope, but coming from Him. The Fright Knight.
In that moment, he didn't know why, but instead of dragging him back to the City or further restraining him, Danny pulled the Knight up into a sitting position, feeling it would be more comfortable like that.
He turned around for a moment to see if anybody was around, but when he turned back he was met with a terrifying sight. The Fright Knight was standing up, towering over Danny. He looked up to see it's face, and saw that it was glaring at him with an unrestrained rage.
Danny cried out when he was pushed to the ground, landing against a Rock, looking up in terror. The Knight took out his Sword, and before Danny could cry out in fear, it plunged the Sword down.
Into the Boulder next to Danny's head.
When he finally opened his eyes, the Knight was gone, leaving only the cracked rock next to his head and a sense of lingering terror.
In that moment, Danny only felt on things register in his Mind.
Where it's eyes always Green?
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This got a little out of hand, but I hope you liked it.
The idea is that Ghosts have been attacking the Human Realm for Centuries, raiding the Villages to steal valuables and Human Food, terrorizing the world for years.
Hunters like the Fentons managed to contain them in Illinois, more specifically Amity Park.
Danny is Hiccup in this. He is the wimpy weak little kid that nobody respects because he doesn't live up to his Family Legend.
Fright Knight is Toothless, but instead of helping Danny learn how to ride Dragon, he helps him learn to use his newly found Ghost Powers. (Because I included the Portal scene for a reason, he became a Halfa and seeks out Frighty when he realizes hat he had Ghost Powers. He's kind of the only option after all)
If you didn't guess it, Pariah Dark is the Queen Dragon. He used his power as Ghost King to control every Ghost in the Zone, forcing them to raid the Human World and bring him offerings. He isn't obsessed with taking over the world, he is obsessed with being seen as a God, and Gods need to get Offerings.
When Danny hit Frighty with the Stun Gun, he knocked the Mind Control out of him and Frighty was freed.
From then on it would follow some similar story beats to Httyd, but also different.
Maybe the other Movie's could introduce other Characters? Maybe Freakshow is Viggo from the 2nd Movie?, or Vlad is Grimmle from the 3rd Movie? The Plots could fit as well.
If you want it to be DpxDc, you could say that the JLA thought the situation in Amity was handled and didn't think they needed to assist.
When they learn how bad it actually was they are freaked out. Especially since this was a Centuries Old Conflict that has been happening since before America was even founded.
What do you think?
#Danny Phantom#Daniel Fenton#Danny Fenton#How to Train Your Dragon#Httyd#Httyd AU#How to Train Your Dragon AU#Danny is still a Halfa#Instead of learning how to ride a Dragon Danny learns how to use his Powers from Frigjt Knight#He is the only Ghost outside of Pariah's Control now so he is kind of the only option#Danny is Hiccup#Fright Knight is Toothless#Pariah Dark is the Dragon Queen#Freakshow is Viggo#Vlad is Grimmle#Maybe Ellie shows up?#She could be the long lost little sister of Danny thay Vlad kidnapped years ago instead of a Clone#She could also be a Halfa but through experimentation done by Vlad which he also did on himself#She was the Prototype which is why she is kind of Unstable#I need to stop#Maybe a part 2 or 3 in the future?#Idk#Danny's Parents are actually well respected#They are the Local Heroes#Potential Dpxdc#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dc x dp#Dcxdp#Dc
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Also had to do something with my sudden, random rush of Elendil x Miriel feels so bonus fic <3 P.S. Quick message to the trop powers-that-be out there...LET THEM KISS YOU COWARDS 😘😂
#trop#elendil x miriel#miriel x elendil#elendil the tall#miriel#tar miriel#the rings of power#fanfic#LET THEM KISS COWARDS#a knight and his queen#captain my captain#oh the fic ideas that are currently swirling in my head#you don't even know#XD
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CELESTE APPRECIATION post
I raerly see anyone mention her but i love her sm yes this is mostly like 98% hc shes only got like 5 lines in hole game what more do u want from me
anyways, my sweet sweet barely domesticated celeste :
-"Why did my husband come back with a child ,a dog ,a living skeleton, a man who can throw him around like he weights nothing and a knight(derogatory)" -Cahara's so wiped 4 her and honesty i would to if that was my wife, she def pegs him 2 btw i mean just look at him, my point exactly.
-gets along with Enki the most 2 everyone's surprise, there paper wight besties. & share a worrie for Cahara they will never verbalise as well a dislike for D'arc- i mean knights.
-celeste is d'arces first (and only) female friend, much to clestes own dismay.
-d'arce thought she was a gold digger at first, as you can tell they had a grate first impression of each other
-only trusts people about as far as she can throw them (rip rag , he can still man handle the group whore with ease tho so good for him)
-can not hold a convo with a child 2 save her life , the length of her mertanl intents extend to bringing the child 2 Cahara .
-she is not mother material but for some reason they're trying to keep a baby with a high infant mortality rate its funny
i think celeste probably didn't have great parents or a good role model, deadbeat drunkard parents that kicked her out and kind of left her to fend for herself & close of to the world and that's why she has such a disillusioned take on parenthood + where her own approach to children comes from but uh oh !! cahara wormed his way into her heart ! and who's to say his clear and utter devotion to this little girl cant win her over either i dont think either her or Cahara were going out of their way to get pregnant - it's like an unfortunate by-product of the nature of Celeste's career, and Cahara's love for her being what led to him being so willing to step up. i don't think either of them ever really thought about having kids, or at least didn't think they'd be good parents, but celeste getting pregnant or cahara bringing back a child is just the way life ended up going. it's the renaissance era, abortion methods are on par with childbirth in terms of deadliness anyway. she's just not going to have to keep risking her life via pregnancy if cahara goes out, gets enough coin to support them both, she's not going to be like every other peasant woman who's forced to become a broodmare because every 1 in 2 children fucking die before they turn 5. clesest being pregnant is just what ended up happening. the love in that is to do with their RELATIONSHIP, not their love for some idealistic family life. i think cahara wanting to give it a try is something celeste would think is really sweet and admirable, but she'd probly keep a lot of her more cynical thoughts to herself on the matter.
saying that i think they both have a lot of cynical thoughts about it really, but i cahara goes so quickly into "this is my wife, this is our future baby" because otherwise what's the point in taking on such a risky mission in the first place ? but if he's got a noble cause, then it might seem worth it, right ? it's that extra push of encouragement for him, even if it comes with a lot of scary things like the responsibility, being a parent, maybe settling down witch is a scary thought for someone whos always so used 2 being on the move
as for celeste ; she doesn't even know if she's going to make it through the pregnancy, or if the baby will. it's just another mouth to feed at the end of the day. she doesn't care about carrying on a legacy, or raising a child into greatness like so many others beg and plead of god to bestow upon their children. she knows she'd be a shit mom and she's hardly a loyal partner at the moment. but she loves cahara, and seeing that fear in his eyes when she told him, but also that spark of light, that little bit of joy, made it at least worth holding on for.
celeste: it's probably not going to make it anyway, i either risk death in childbirth or death in abortion methods, so. celeste: its getting me enough bank rn to keep myself healthy so we'll just see what happens i guess celeste watching cahara bring home an entire child:
okay cringe time over. i wont go into 2much detail about her relationship with the others though i think its a very slow process of her learning to tolerate get along with the creatures friends cahara brought back -as soon as celeste meets d'arce her mild suspicion and distaste for ragnvaldr will be replaced with her disgust for d'arce -think celeste would be pissed she wouldn't be able 2 pull cahara out of ragnvaldrs grip unless she stabbed him or something, witch shes both angry about it but also relieved since it probably kept cahara out of trouble in the dungeon (because lord knows her husband is a magnet for trouble) inside me there are 2 wolfs ; one is mmm hot stong wife carry cahara like a sack of pataos , the other is screaming at me that this is the 1600 and she would be starving and poor. so to compromise with myself im going 2 say : - physical speaking celsest is probly stronger then most women in her profession and could probly drag an unconscious cahara around then againg i also think cahras way ligher then someone of his build&carear should be shes stronger then enki (then againg who isnt) but cant match d'arces physical strength. saying that modern au Celeste would beat d'arce in an arm wrestle.
in-refence 2 my last post; celest is a child darkness, she has a barbie killer husband,there for. she deserves to be as much hater as she likes d'arce: you two are the healthiest couple i know who still have an avid sex life cahara: ASSUMPTIONS ! celeste: we're the only couple you know.
acholic wise i think celeste could out drink d'arce (and at least keep up with ragnvaldr for a little bit)
celeste: d'arce is a pain in the ass cahara: :confustion: :stress_smile: she means well babe cmon celeste: im gonna beat her with a stick cahara: ,, babe,,
cleseste is not payed enough 2 be d'arces therpist or help d'arce figure out she likes women (shes not payed at all actuly,she is simply trying 2 tolrate her husbands new freinds becuse she loves him but also only has so meny braincells she can lose in a day and conversing with d'arce seems 2 kill all of them)
celeste hears d'arce talk about jeanne once and instantly starts going "wow you loved a girl wow that girl who was like you in every way wow that girl who like. shared your morals. or something. wow tell me more about that girl" (stab stab stab metaphorically stab stab stab)
(about cahara getting arrsed and taken by the police) rag: you lack of concern,,, concerns me. are you not worried ? celeste: dogs always find their way back home.
- d'arce and cahara make the same enamoured and light-blush expression whenever celeste rages btw - celeste :handshake: enki taking the piss out of knights + a generally more cynical outlook on life & being cold bitches that secretly care about cahara a lot
(first time they all stayed the night) enki learning hes the favorite for once and he thinks its just the most hilarious thing to fucking happen local woman-lover put out by being rejected by hot scary wife, local berserker intimidated by what scary wife might do if she finds out what he did to her precious boytoy local shadow wizard ? on the floor ugly laughing because scary wife reluctantly asked if he wanted the guest bedroom.
celeste: YOURE NOT STAYING HERE PERMANENTLY. but youre allowed to stay overnight. enki: is this (gags) kindness ? oh my god. revolting. celeste: is that a yes or not you fucking worm enki: yesplease
#celeste fear and hunger#fear and hunger#celeste ily#take a shot everytime i spelt her name wrong#cahara#enki#ragnvaldr#d'arce#i love pitting 2 bad bitchs against each other when its not over a man and 1s obluous 2 the fact the other fucking hates her#didnt mention it ealer but cleste bi queen btw#i dont Rembert if i mentioned it in my post but clests dislike of d'arce stems from her being a knight#this isnt d'arce slander btw i love her i just like bullying her even more#celeste when shes a little hater and i love her for that#enki expences being someone's fav for the first time#rag when hes both terrified by but slightly curious about his little freinds wife#the girl fear and hunger
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The Queen’s Guard- Chapter 3: Closer
knight!simon riley x queen!reader - featuring our favorite Scot in this chapter👀
word count: 3.2k
[<<< chapter 2]
Smile. Nod. Greet. Don’t forget to give your husband a loving look from time to time- look at him like he were the sun, the great star you revolve around. Repeat.
The King’s departure feast is tasteful, though ostentatious to be sure- just how he likes. Especially when they are held in his grace’s honor. Oh, if you could roll your eyes right now without being seen, you would.
All this for such an arrogant bastard.. truly a waste.
But you can’t deny the beauty that surrounds you, no matter the reason. The Great Hall had been thoroughly lavished in emerald silks, dripping with jewels and flowers of your choosing-
It was one of the few duties you didn’t mind giving your input and opinions on, working with the different tradesmen of the kingdom; you found you rather enjoyed partaking in the planning portion, enjoyed the creative freedom given to you behind the scenes-
But.. attending them, well, that’s a different matter entirely. They were nothing but an exhaustive performance, a true test of your goodwill and patience-
“You look positively captivating tonight, wife.” The King drawls in your ear, his hand creeping up your thigh under the table. And it’s so difficult to fight the urge to jerk away from his touch when all you can think about is the last time that hand was on you, your lip had been bruised and swollen for days afterward-
Smiling down at your plate of untouched food, you give him a sweet and temperate laugh,
“You flatter me, Your Grace.”
The hand squeezes too tightly, not painfully, but certainly not gentle or loving- it’s a possessive touch, one that worries you, makes your shoulders tense and your movements turn robotic as you place your fingers over his,
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you battle-ready, My King.. it suits you.”
You exchange pleasant smiles, his eyes on you far longer than you’re used to. It does not soothe you though, or make your cheeks flush warm. No, they’re too invasive, and the feel of them on your exposed skin makes your stomach sour-
A quiet sound trickles into your ears from behind your seat, it’s one that you had learned is deliberate, purposeful- a simple series of taps, always the same, random to everyone but you. Simon’s way of communicating- I’m here. I see you.
You tilt your head toward the insignificant little noise, only just able to see the inky outline of his shoulder in your peripherals, but it’s enough. Enough to ease your nerves and calm your relentless mind.
Knowing that he’s right there, always keeping you within arms reach- but something is different now. You can feel it. And you can’t quite grasp how, or even the exact moment the already anomalous lines in your relationship had somehow become even more blurred, but they had.
And this fading of the proverbial line in the sand, the crumbling of all your boundaries, should most certainly not make you feel the way it does- should not make your core turn molten, or your head swim in a dizzying way by just the sound of his voice, his presence-
He hasn’t even touched you again since that night, after the King left your chambers, which must have been more than a month ago, you think-
Because it was a fluke, it was the man sworn to protect you simply aiding you- he saw you bleeding and was the only one around to help.
But, he also didn’t retreat.
No, you noticed the very next morning how Simon stood just a step or two closer than he did before, following behind you like your omnipresent shadow, the sinister black armor becoming well known in the castle.
Unsurprisingly, he had garnered quite a reputation within court by merely existing at your side, speculation about his history running rampant- and you only recently heard from your lady-in-waiting that many commoners, and noble folk alike, had taken to referring to your new guard as “The Ghost”-
And oh, how fitting of a name- because you feel truly haunted by the enigmatic man; haunted by those eyes, haunted by the softness of his touch, haunted by the yearning and desire to feel it again- No. No..
Wherever you go, your dark omen follows- and for more reasons you can’t explain or justify, you find equal parts pleasure and power in his presence. Because where Lords and Noblemen once might have dismissed you entirely; or the opposite, let their eyes linger or their tongues turn crude- they now avert their gaze, they regard you intently and with due respect; and their Queen’s guard, with fear-
Tap-tap .. Tap-tap-tap
A smirk tugs at your lips, and you hope he sees it- of course, he does, and if you were able to look back at him, you would see his own smile settle at the corners of his eyes as he watches you relax slightly.
After a moment longer, you force your attention back to the festivities, eyes widening as you hear a booming voice,
“Your Grace!”
The distantly familiar accent dredges through your memories until you’re finally able to recognize his face in the crowd- seeing none other than Lord John MacTavish, your Johnny, looking back at you.
It had been years since you last saw your closest cousin-
Well, cousin is a loose term, isn’t it? We aren’t technically related by blood- but, we had grown up together as family, and neither of us had ever seen or known each other as anything else..
Yet, despite time and distance, he looks exactly the same. Blue eyes bright and full of life, and his smile infectious as it stretches ear to ear. His dark hair is longer than you remember- but now cut extremely close to his scalp on the sides, turning the messy chocolate waves on top into an overgrown sort of mohawk-
Oh, Sweet Johnny.. never one to conform to any sort of standard-
“Lord MacTavish, it’s been too long.” You say, watching him sweep into a dramatic bow, his antics forcing you to bite back a wide grin,
“Your Majesty,” Johnny turns to the man sitting by your side, “With your permission, may I have Her Grace’s hand in a dance?”
The King watches him for a moment with utter disinterest, much like he regards most of his subjects, but eventually concedes with a nod- and you don’t hesitate to push away from your chair, your ladies rushing to straighten the flowing gown but you brush them away politely, gathering the skirts in your hands instead.
Rounding the long table, you take Johnny’s arm, letting him escort you through the crowd- and you wish more than anything in this moment you could just be another woman floating across the marble floor, you wish you could toss the crown on your head away, remove the green and gold colors of your husband’s house, the crest from around your neck-
“Still always so stuck in your head, eh, Hen?”
The dance you fall into is simple in its movements, with your palm flat against his above your heads, gliding in a slow circle as the music softly builds,
“Hard not to be- but this is helping, I must admit.” You tease, giving him a wry smile.
His head tips back with a warm laugh, and you’re instantly flooded by memories of your childhood with him- of growing up together, his ceaseless pranks and joking, of the hours you would spend scouting through the woods together, soiling all your dresses, and ruining the pretty braids the maids would put in your hair.
The trouble you got in for him was “unbecoming of the future Queen” as your mother would say, but Johnny had been your best friend- much to her and your father’s chagrin, and no amount of their preaching ever kept you away from his never ending mischief.
It was like that up until he left for the army, and while you both had tried your best to keep up through letters like you promised, after your coronation, time for anything other than your duties always seemed to escape you-
“So, how’s married life treatin’ ya, Your Majesty?”
You roll your eyes at his quip, giggling when he picks you up, your hands holding his wrists at your waist until you’re on the ground again and stepping in time with the next bit of music,
“Oh, I’m sorry, shouldn’t you be married by now, m’Lord?”
Again, he laughs, ducking under your arm before spinning you both gracefully- your back against his, though your heads turned toward each other to keep up the hushed conversation,
“Glad to see your tongue is still made o’ thorns, Grianach.”
His old nickname for you stirs up a sadness that feels overwhelming, almost tangible, and the sting of tears prick at your eyes as you turn back to face him- knowing the dance would too quickly be coming to an end.
It’s during the last, slow spin that you catch Simon’s gaze- watching you from just beyond the edge of the crowd, eyes raking over your body until he sees the turmoil in your expression. And it’s like your pinned beneath him with the weight it carries, holding the fleeting contact even from a distance,
“Sunny?”
You blink once, realizing the music has easily flowed into the next tune, something slower, more somber- and when you blink again, Simon’s moved, and you struggle to not immediately look around for his familiar form, seeking the comfort he unwittingly provides you.
“Ah.. Tha’ the new Queen’s Guard I’ve heard so much about?”
Johnny offers his arm again, looking down at you with a lop-sided smirk,
“It is. And, what of it?” You ask innocently enough, finally spotting him standing a head above the rest, stoically taking his spot behind your chair- eyes roaming over Johnny’s face, still sizing this unfamiliar man up, watching how comfortable you seem with him. He misses nothing-
“Not really your style, is all.. The big, gloomy bastard doesn’t seem like he fits for my li’ bit o’ sunshine.”
How could you tell him that his sweet nickname, Grianach, Sunny, was what actually didn’t fit you anymore?
But you suppose if he stays around long enough, he’ll surely realize you relate more to the dark side of the moon than you did the sun these days..
“He’s been a good guard.. better than any I’ve had.”
Johnny nods, watching the man in question as you approach the giant table,
“Good, tha’s good, Sunny.. you deserve the best, always have.”
You don’t know why his words take you by surprise, why they make your feet feel like lead in your shoes-
“Will you be staying, Johnny?” You speak lowly, not wanting to let go of him, not when he’s the closest thing you’ve had to home in so, so long,
“Aye.. a week is all I can spare, but I’ll be here with ya, all right?”
All you can give is a weak nod before he bows for the King, kissing your cheek and bowing in front of you, as well. And those usually vibrant eyes dull a bit when he sees your apprehension- but he smiles anyway, backing down the steps and disappearing into the crowd once more.
And you do your best to plaster a warm grin on your face as you move to take your seat again, brushing past Simon, you lean down, speaking only in the King’s ear,
“I’ve grown tired-“
He waves his hand at you before you’ve even finished speaking, focused on one of his advisors- the conversation of his imminent travel far more important than anything you might have to say.
Well, haven’t the gods granted me luck tonight..
Your exit is a quiet affair, and as soon as you’re out of the Great Hall, you feel some of the tension melt away- the further you get from the raucous, the easier it is to breathe, the weight easing itself off your shoulders with every step.
“Go ahead and ready my chambers, please, Elia. I’d like to take the air.”
She goes without question, your other handmaids flitting right behind her as you take the next hallway to your right- the one that leads towards the courtyard and the gardens.
You can hear him behind you, those long, steady steps contrasting your shorter ones. Neither of you speak, but you feel his proximity intensely- always so frighteningly aware of him when you’re alone.
And it’s enough to drive you mad, how much he affects you. Because you’re so certain he feels nothing, being in your presence is his duty. He’s a man who has seen too much, experienced too much, to let the likes of you get under his skin-
The guards bow their heads graciously as they push the solid wood out of the way for you to pass through; and it’s as if the night air were a salve for your restless soul- fresh and perfectly chilled, the whispers of fall in the breeze. Just enough to get you out of your head, if only for a moment.
“Ser Simon..”
You walking slowly, your steps languid as your fingers brush over the leaves and petals, absently studying the textures as they feel under the moonlight-
“People keep asking if I like my new guard..” You ramble, moving beyond the entrance of the tall, maze-like hedges, leading you both deeper as you speak,
“But, I don’t think I’ve asked the same of you..”
Don’t.. don’t do this. Just turn around- go back to your rooms. This is petty and useless, nothing but disappointment can come of it..
“Not sure I follow, Your Grace.”
A chill creeps down your spine at the rasp in his voice, from the cold or disuse, you’re not sure. You turn with a saccharine smile, though it quickly falls away as you take him in-
He’s so entirely otherworldly like this, cast in the milky light from above, the shimmering onyx of his armor almost glowing under the pale moon- and when he shifts his weight, the light dances around him, like it simply chooses to bend and move at his will.
Beautiful.. Can monsters be beautiful?
You turn away again, unable to stand it for a moment longer. This was indeed a mistake, you should not be here.
Alone. With him-
“Do you like it?” You ask the hedge, your voice soft now, your confidence having waned, “Your new post..”
Is it seconds that pass? It can’t be minutes.. surely- but gods, it feels like an eternity. The silence stretches on around you- infinitesimal in its reach.
See? That’s enough of an answer to a silly, foolish question. Like he really has a choice in the matter of liking or disliking-
You just barely feel him before you hear him- but how? How had you not heard him move before? Maybe you were right from the very beginning- he is no man; maybe the rumors are true, and he really is a ghost.
He isn’t touching you, but you think if you took even half a step back you would be able to feel the cold steel of his breastplate.
You keep your eyes focused ahead, the dark not really a hindrance because you aren’t truly seeing anymore, so consumed by him that hardly anything else seems important- that is, until something heavy is placed in your hand.
The weight of it is awkward, and you bring your other hand to hold the object before looking down.
His helmet.
It stares back at you, devoid of the warmth you usually find there, without his amber eyes, the black metal is just that- cold, and harsh.
You have every opportunity to turn, to finally gaze upon the face that you had pondered on far too often- to confirm the features you imagined late in the night.
But, you don’t. You wouldn’t, not with the trust he had very literally placed in your hands- you don’t want to betray that, you don’t want to betray him.
“I do.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, his nose grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck as his head dips lower- it’s a slow, tentative movement, and once again your mind goes to war with itself-
Danger. This is dangerous- he is dangerous. If anyone were to see you like this, they would have your head and his, too- Hells, the King himself would probably volunteer to take it from your shoulders-
Yet, when you feel him nuzzle just behind your ear again, your mind quiets, body moving on its own. Just like the moonlight, you bend to him without thought- letting your head tilt to expose more of your skin, your lips parting in a shuddering breath when he inhales deeply through his nose.
A growl resonates from his throat, it’s fleeting, but it ignites an ache so deep between your legs it nearly takes your breath away-
“And, have I served you well, My Queen?”
You shake your head, your grip on his helmet turning almost painful as you struggle to stand straight.
“Why must you insist on saying it like that..”
The low chuckle that rumbles through his chest sounds so perfect in your ears, and the weight of his forehead gently dropping to rest on your shoulder makes you bite your lip-
“Like what?” He coos, and you can hear a barely concealed smile in his voice now, one that has the most delightful shiver snaking its way through your entire body.
He was giving you so much, but you so desperately wanted more. You’ve never wanted a man’s hands on you in the way you need his at this moment.
What would they feel like roaming over your body? Would his touch remain as tender as he’s handled you thus far?
The thought alone hazes your mind even further.
A small hum escapes as you allow yourself to spare a glance at the deep ebony locks you can see now-
Hm.. do ghosts have hair? And are they suppose to feel so warm..
The thought brings a sad smile to your lips, your cheek settling against the side of his head, and your eyes slipping shut; you relish in the feel of his hair on your skin- but, it’s that very same feeling that causes you to tense, pulling away.
Because too suddenly, all you can imagine is the feeling of his soft hair in your hands, matted with blood as you hold his head in your lap- his body cold and lifeless..
No- I will be the death of him.. I can’t- I couldn’t..
He moves just as abruptly as you do, though his motions are still so gentle as he rises to his full height again,
“I apologize-“
“No..” You cut him off, turning only enough to let him take the helmet from your hands, “Please, don’t- I-“
Words fail you. And your heart sputters in your chest as embarrassment, and shame, and grief burn through you-
“I shouldn’t- I just.. We can’t.” You whisper hoarsely, your voice pathetic even in your own ears.
Strong hands turn you, and you don’t know why your eyes clamp shut, but they do- you keep them closed, breathing in through your nose, which is just another mistake because his scent is so strong now you want to wrap yourself in it. Keep it with you-
A single finger tilts your chin up, a silent command to open your eyes, to look at him.
He’s covered again, but his gaze is so open as he looks down at you- studying you in that way that only he can, though it’s impossible to miss the unrest behind his expression,
“I know..”
[chapter 4 >>>>]
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