#and as im listening to girl again.... “castles are burning in my heart” and there's a song on trial by fire called castles burning. okayyYY

[cringearenachamp]

A Social and Sonic Situating of For The Love of Strange Medicine

(henceforth called FTLOSM cause fuck typing that title out every two seconds, no offense)

FTLOSM is Steve's second solo album and-- maybe controversial-- far and away my FAVORITE. First of all he's killing and slaying on the cover which always helps. More seriously, though, it seems like the solo album where he makes the least compromises and experiments the most. Street Talk had that wonderful album cover that looked like the cover of some mid-century gay pulp novel about cruising or something, but the most famous song off that record, Oh Sherrie, was obviously about (and for-- to the extent that she gets royalties from it), well, Sherrie. She's Mine is a misogynist mess of a surface text (which can and probably will be its own mini-post at some point lol). Nearly all the songs are sung in a very masculine tone, and his aesthetic is also still that more masculine style a la Frontiers but with an added... fedora.

(steve honey.... girl... why.)

So Street Talk was Steve's first step out on his own and it shows. He's still very insecure about how he's perceived, wants to be seen as masculine, but-- as the album cover hints at-- he wants to be seen as masculine by other men not just for approval and safety, but because, well... he's one of those streetlight people livin just to find emotion cruising for [redacted] at 3 in the morning (or at least, a part of him wanted to be)! There are still interesting songs on that album, too-- my favorite being You Should Be Happy, which reads as a "fuck you"/"how dare you and fuck you for being so HOT" to Neal lol, but beyond that, includes some imagery that recurs on Running Alone on the same album, but also FTLOSM: being trapped in dark empty rooms, longing to get out but being afraid of it. A bit of closet imagery!

(yay no more fedora! And just generally a lot more of a comfortable look for him, it seems: not super femme but not super masc either, just vibing and subtly slaying!)

FTLOSM, on the other hand, was released ten years after Street Talk and is a lot more mature in various ways. His voice has changed even more and shows the wear and tear of 10 years of a harrowing tour cycle, but there's still a lot of power behind it and he's not trying to sound extra-macho. The song topics are surprisingly varied and aren't just introspective but show that he was willing to dip his toe into more social messaging as well: vague, still, but for a guy who is mostly known for love songs, it's a welcome step forward and another sign that he was willing to experiment a little bit! The stuck in the darkness imagery that found its way onto some songs in Street Talk is still present in songs like the title track, I Am, and Young Hearts Forever: it seems to be something of a motif for him. Street survival references are also present here as they were on Street Talk (album name but also Running Alone-- 'the street won't defeat me/'cause i've got the will, i'll survive') and Frontiers (Troubled Child-- 'sunrise creeping in your eyes/cold empty sidewalks/miles away from trusting someone/far from giving up'): You Better Wait is about sympathizing with a young street sex worker, and the title track also includes references to the "sidewalks" that were present on Troubled Child. These sorts of references are something of a recurring lyrical/thematic motif for him as well (as I hinted at earlier, too, Don't Stop Believing itself has these references-- streetlight people!).

Street survival and sex work, like closet life and cruising (basically picking guys up in public, whether that's in a park, on the street, or indoor locations), are things that would be familiar to poor gay men in the mid-late 20th century (of course, even more familiar for gay men of color, and even still more familiar for "street queens" and trans women of color): there was quite a bit of legal discrimination to deal with at that point, alongside social stigma and violence. Cities could have more accepting pockets/gay neighborhoods and provided certain kinds of freedom, but that stigma and discrimination meant that there was still less economic opportunity, the jobs available might've not paid well and/or carried the fear of harassment or worse from bosses or co-workers, and the results of fear/violence/shame/etc of being gay in an unaccepting place would make drug and alcohol use more likely in order to cope with it all. Both cruising and street sex work would have had some overlap in physical coding (gestures, looks, dress) and location choices (secrecy/discreetness, of course, were important regardless). If Steve did hang around cruising grounds, he likely saw men and women around that weren't so lucky and had to do things for money instead of fun/thrill/moments of contained self-actualization.

FTLOSM is also interesting sonically because of Steve's willingness to experiment, try things out, and be a little more open: there's classic power ballad type stuff, but also stuff with strings (which he'd always wanted to do), hard rock, blues/gospel (Somewhere There's Hope, which is a gospel-inspired song without references to god, which I actually appreciate-- a twist on the genre-- and a song that hits on a personal level for him but also would fit on a cultural level for the time, as it reflects that uneasy tension between increased visibility and acceptance-backlash; increasingly self-actualized life amidst continued death), U2-style arena new wave, and even a sort of art pop track in Tuesday Heartache, which happens to be one of my favorite songs on the album because of how comparatively out-there it is. I wish he was able to do more like it, or even went farther into alternative pop sounds and tried his hand out at trip-hop or dream pop. But alas! The production is often the main critique people have of this album: it sounds dated for the time. That's true! BUT: the early 90s were a VERY fast-moving time for various musical trends, and the popularity of Nirvana turned everything upside down. All that echo/etc wasn't that out-of-place just two years earlier, when the album below was released, and I think it is THEEEEEE album to turn to when talking about this era of Steve:

(i'm looking for a savior on these dirty streeeeets/looking for a savior within these dirty sheets~)

Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes also has very similar echo-y production, very introspective lyrics about the traumas she went through being a girl and then a woman in a misogynist world, and her vocals are beautiful, dramatic, and.... breathy. Steve's vocals on FTLOSM have that sort of breathiness as well, and for a long time I was like "girl WHY did you do that". Maybe Mizz Tori is why! There's also being in the shadows/darkness imagery in Girl: "from in the shadows she calls/and in the shadows she finds a way" (compare to Young Hearts Forever: "here in the darkness/she dances alone/roses from yesterday/will she ever know". There's also some similar lyrics and motifs to Girl in You Better Wait).

Tuesday Heartache, which I mentioned earlier, also sounds a lot like Janet Jackson- Pleasure Principle (and the keyboard intro sounds like Cocteau Twins - I Wear Your Ring). Stand Up Before It's Too Late is the U2 worship song in every way lol. So this is an album that wears its influences and inspirations on its sleeve! But in my opinion, this works very well: for one, he and the rest of the band synthesize these influences very well and they still add their own touch to it. It's not derivative, or if it is, it's very pleasantly so, not sloppily done at all. For another, this album is very reflective in tone, a sort of giving back of a kind (there's an apology-to-sherrie song, and apology-to-journey song, and young hearts forever is/includes a tribute to Phil Lynott, the front man of Thin Lizzy, who was a friend of his), and so all the influences and inspirations make sense with that framing as well.

FTLOSM is, by and large, a brave step forward for Steve that was sadly cut short by the Trial By Fire Journey reunion nonsense, which was an experience that fucked him up enough that he didn't release anything else for nearly twenty years. Like many things about Steve it stands on its own as an interesting piece of music, but it also contains tragedies and whispers of what could have been.

The FTLOSM tour is interesting in and of itself as an exploration of male gender roles and uses of camp, but that's for another essay...!

And if you like this, listen to....

Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas Peter Gabriel - Us Sinead O'Connor - I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got Everything But The Girl - Walking Wounded

*UPDATE*

-'you should be happy' might as well be a sherrie song in retrospect lol. but honestly to be fair to myself some of his sherrie songs make sense as neal songs too. generally tho a lot of songs aren't just about one thing or one person and i was playing a little fast and loose with that.

[megalony]

Miss Me

This is my first Eric imagine from The Little Mermaid, I hope you all enjoy it and any Eric requests would be amazing.

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Masterlist

Summary: After coming home from a long voyage, Eric finds (Y/n) back in her old habit of sleep walking.

Enjoy.

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A bolt of lightning scraped through the sky and sent crackles of white light through the room. And when the thunder started, everything in the room began to rattle. The brush on the dressing table collided with the floor, the drapes in front of the curtains whistled into the room and the bedframe shook from side to side.

Eric's head shot up from the pillow and his foot which had been hanging off the side of the bed, crashed against the floor.

For a brief moment, Eric wondered where he was. A shiver ran down his spine when a warm breeze drifted through the open balcony doors. Oh God, was the ship colliding with harsh waters? Did he need to be on the main deck with the crew? They weren't going to capsize again, were they?

It took a lot longer than it should have for him to realise he was in his bed in the castle. The floor wasn't moving with uneven seas beneath him, he wasn't squished into a small cabin bed and rain wasn't pouring in through a window that never closed.

He was safe in his bed that was firmly on the floor that had no risk of moving or capsizing beneath him.

The sound of the rain never made Eric feel at ease, it had the opposite affect on him because the rain was a bad sign whenever he was at sea. It signalled an oncoming storm and any kind of storm, small or large as a hurricane, was not an easy task to deal with. Even when he was at home safely tucked away in bed under his mother's watchful eye, storms always made Eric's heart bleed for anyone still out on the waves.

Letting his head flop back down to the pillow, Eric waited a few seconds for his heart to calm down before he moved his arm and stretched it out in front of him. He expected his arm to coil over (Y/n) but his limb fell down to the bed, empty-handed.

Where was she?

His eyes shot open and he moved his hand across the bed, scouring around for her but she wasn't with him. She had been there when he went to sleep, he had fallen asleep with her head on his chest listening to the lulling sound of his heart. That was how they always fell asleep when he was back from a voyage.

When another clap of thunder ricketed through the room, Eric got out of bed with a hand brushing his tangled curls out of his eyes. He wouldn't be able to settle to sleep again until he had (Y/n) by his side.

The open curtains provided enough light for Eric to find his shirt that had been thrown on the floor in his earlier haste to strip down to his boxer shorts. He didn't bother doing the buttons, letting the material hang loosely over his shoulders so he looked a little more presentable for a midnight stroll around the castle to find his beloved. He had to see where she was or his mind wouldn't let him rest and it was clear she wasn't in the bathroom because there was no light on in the adjoining room.

It was a relief to find there were still candles burning down to the last stub of wax in the hallway when he stepped out of his chamber. Eric knew this place like the back of his hand but it was no easy task treking round in the dark.

He wasn't sure where he should be looking, it was late into the night with a storm raging outside, what would (Y/n) be doing at this time?

Cold spikes seeped up into the soles of his bare feet when he walked down the hallway, across the slightly damp stone floor that collected the cold like Eric collected his treasures. But the further away from his chamber that he got, the more alert and panicked he began to feel. Would he have to search around the whole castle to find (Y/n)? What would he do if he didn't find her? Maybe he would have to wake Grimsby or God forbid, his mother, and ask for their help.

His steps were light and calculated as he hurried down the stairs and turned left, making his first point of call the kitchen. It seemed the likeliest option that (Y/n) had gone wandering for a drink or a midnight snack.

But when he peered into the vast kitchen, there wasn't one single candle or burner lit up anywhere, the room was cascaded in darkness. No (Y/n). He wasn't sure where to go next.

As he began to backtrack down the corridor, a strike of thunder shrieked down the corridor and a tremor coursed through Eric when something dawned on him. What if (Y/n) was sleepwalking? It had been months since Eric had even thought about (Y/n) wandering off in her sleep, it hadn't happened in so long. Then again, he had been away on a two-month journey and had only come back just last week. She could have started up again during that time and not told him. He knew she didn't like to worry him.

His wild eyes darted right to left, wondering whether he should head back upstairs and keep searching or if he should brave the treaturous weather in case his lover had wandered outside. Surely (Y/n) wouldn't have gone outside in such weather, asleep or not. He had never found her wandering outside, but they had been down to the beach a lot this week since Eric came home.

The mere thought of (Y/n) wandering outside during the storm- wearing very little with no shoes on her feet and no comprehension of what she was doing, made bile rise up in his throat.

"No, no no."

Eric began to shake his head but he found himself wandering towards the castle doors rather than the stairs. Instinct was telling him that if she was outside, he needed to find her sooner rather than later. No one else would know if she was out there or not and wasting time searching the castle could mean she could fall, succumb to any sort of cold or illness out there alone or get taken by the vicious waves.

He almost felt like bursting into tears with how many awful possibilities were coming to mind.

Eric had found (Y/n) in various places when she used to sleepwalk a lot in the past. When they first became lovers he would sneak her into his chambers so his mother wouldn't find out and he had searched everywhere in the castle at four in the morning. Only to find (Y/n) on the brink of entering Grimsby's room wearing nothing but Eric's button up shirt.

Another time, he had woken up just as she got off the bed and was aiming to go out onto the balcony until Eric gently turned her round and guided her back to bed. The only other few times she had wandered, Eric had been seconds behind her, darting down the corridor to spin her round or carry her back to bed. And a few of those times, he had been stark naked, running up to his girl while praying no one was out and about to see him in all his glory.

"Sir, your highness?"

Eric spun away from the door so fast his eyes rattled in his head and he lost his balance and composure.

Looking up through the dimly lit hallway, his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of who was timidly talking to him. It was a maid, someone he regretfully didn't know by name or even by her face. She had a gown pulled tightly around her night clothes and a candle in her hand like she had been disturbed in her sleep.

"Yes?"

"It's your lady, sir. She's... she's trying to get into your study, but she's not saying anything."

A wave of relief knocked the wind out of Eric and sent him tumbling on his back foot, bracing himself on a pillar as he tried to get the blood rushing back to his head. He had been two seconds away from running out into the rain to find (Y/n) and she was safely inside all along. She wasn't at risk of being swept away by the sea or falling ill from the cold and rain.

His legs turned to jelly when he wobbled up the stairs to meet the young girl at the top of the stairs.

"Thank you, I'll take her back to our chamber, you can go back and rest. Thank you again." He rested his hand on her shoulder for a second of appreciation before he turned and propelled himself up the next set of stairs.

The cold floor beneath his feet didn't bother him anymore and the sound of the rain and distant thunder didn't even reach Eric's ears. All he could hear was the thrumming of his heart and the blood rushing around in his head.

Why did his study have to be so far away from his room?

It felt like it took longer than usual to finally reach the corridor of his study and when he did, his eyes found his girl immediately. The closer Eric got, the quicker his heart began to beat in his chest. The maid had been right, (Y/n) was indeed trying to get into Eric's study which he always kept locked out of nervous habit.

(Y/n) had one hand around the door handle, jiggling and twisting it to try and see if it would budge; it would not. She was still in the same nightgown she had been wearing when Eric closed his eyes to sleep and she looked a mix between angelic and dangerous with her hair loose around her shoulders.

Eric found himself freezing in his fast pace when a thud clattered down the corridor. He watched in slight confusion as (Y/n) suddenly tilted her head forward into the door like she was trying to push it open with her head. She took a step back before tipping her head down again and letting all of her body lean onto the door with another bang.

He had seen her walk, run and sometimes even talk in her sleep, but Eric had never seen (Y/n) do this before.

When she did it again, Eric jogged the small distance between them and stood at (Y/n)'s side. He reached his hand out and carefully pressed his palm against her temple so that when she leaned forward again, she wouldn't hurt herself. His arm tensed and tingled when his hand smacked against the door and (Y/n)'s head but he paid no mind to the inconvenience it caused.

"Alright my love, back to bed now."

With his hand still hovering on her temple and his other arm secured around her hips, Eric carefully turned (Y/n) to the side and shuffled her a few feet away so she had to let go of the door handle.

"That's it sweetheart, off we go. It's far too late to be going to the study now." Eric hovered his lips over (Y/n)'s ear before he leaned down to kiss her neck. His chest pressed up to her back and his hand moved from her head, down her arm until he could entwine their fingers together.

"I miss Eric,"

For a brief moment, Eric paused wondering if (Y/n) had woken up already. His eyes cast down to look at the girl in his arms, her eyes were open and staring up at him but it was like she was seeing through him and her expression was blank. She was still fast asleep. The softest smile moulded onto his lips and his eyes creased at the corners as a blush danced up his neck and dotted his cheeks.

Had she been sleepwalking into his study while he'd been away?

"I'm back now sweetheart, you don't have to miss me anymore." There was no need for (Y/n) to yearn for him any longer, he had come home to her, like always.

It took some effort for him to get (Y/n) moving in the opposite direction, it was like her body felt a magnetic pull towards his study and he could feel her turning like she was about to bolt and go back to the room again. But as he let her weight lean on his chest and cocooned his arm all the way around her waist, (Y/n) eased into him. Her head slowly lowered back into the crook of his neck and she let Eric nudge her forward.

As they finally got back towards their chambers, Eric could feel (Y/n) slowing down against him until she wasn't lifting her feet anymore and she was barely shuffling across the stone floor.

He reacted quicker than his mind could comprehend, when (Y/n) slumped against his chest, Eric tightened his arms around her. Bending his knees, he slipped his arm beneath her legs and slowly hoisted her up into his arms, leaning her weight back into his chest. (Y/n)'s head fell on his shoulder and when Eric looked down upon her, something settled inside of him when he saw her eyes were finally closed. She had drifted back to sleep.

With (Y/n) in his arms, Eric gently nudged the door shut behind him with his foot before he approached the bed. His knees pushed into the soft mattress and he lowered his arms down until he had (Y/n) carefully laid down in bed again.

Even with the doors wide open adn the curtains apart, the breeze from the storm was as warm as sunlight. He kicked the covers down to the end of the bed and stripped his shirt before he laid down beside (Y/n).

This time when his arm stretched out, it found what it was looking for and deadlocked around (Y/n)'s waist. He nuzzled his face into the back of (Y/n)'s neck and sighed, content with her scent overwhelming his senses and her hand clamping down around his wrist as if to make sure he didn't move.

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The sunlight streaming into the room burned through (Y/n)'s eyelids and when she dared to crack her eyes open, she couldn't see anything for squinting hard at the brightness. Her eyes closed again and she tipped her head down until she felt a hard chest in front of her.

She could feel herself beginning to wake up when she nuzzled her face into the smooth bare chest in front of her. And her hands moved until one palm was pressed against said chest and her other arm was coiled over Eric's hip.

Their legs were tangled together like knots and (Y/n) could feel one of Eric's arms was beneath her neck and his other hand was pressed to the small of her back.

She knew he was awake when a kiss was pressed into her hair.

"Morning,"

"Good morning, sweetheart." Eric made no attempt to move, he buried his face in (Y/n)'s hair and nudged his leg further between her thighs, noticing how her breaths were tickling his stomach.

"I've got a headache," (Y/n) mumbled the words more to herself than to Eric but he heard her nonetheless.

She could feel a shiver riveting through Eric when she kissed his chest over his heart and his heartbeat flooded through his skin and pulsed through (Y/n). It wasn't always usual to find Eric tangled around her. They fell asleep in a mess of limbs and kisses and tight embraces but they usually tossed and turned through the night and woke up with only one part of them touching. Whether that was their hands entwined, their feet touching or a leg tossed over the other. But this was a lovely surprise.

"Ahh, I'm afraid you were sleepwalking last night, you were trying to get into my study but it was locked. Were you doing that a lot while I was away?" Eric's voice was tentative and gentle, he didn't want to embarrass (Y/n) or upset her but he was curious all the same.

He could practically feel (Y/n) heating up and blushing against him when she buried her face into his chest until he was sure she was going to smother herself.

"I did wake up once or twice in the study,"

When Eric went on his voyage, he left the key to the study with (Y/n) because he knew his treasure trove enthralled her just as much as it did him. He hoped all of his artifacts would keep her busy and stop her from feeling as lonely while he was away. It had done the trick most of the time, (Y/n) had studied his maps, polished his artefacts and catalogued a lot of things.

But on quite a few nights, (Y/n) had woken up in his study. She woke up sitting in his chair with one of his blazers in her arms or she fell asleep on the rug. One night she had sleepwalked to the study but didn't take the key with her and she woke up in the morning laying in the corridor wondering where she was.

"I'm not leaving you again, my love. You don't need to wander any more."

Eric had spent the rest of the night with his arm around (Y/n) so that if she moved, she would wake him and he could reassure himself he would catch her if she wandered off again. It kept his mind at rest for the duration of the night. (Y/n) didn't have to worry anymore, he was home and he wasn't going to leave her alone for a long, long time.

Her mind didn't have to wander during the night to try and be close to him because he wasn't going anywhere.

[kachimera]

Leon, Mathias, Sara, Hector, Isaac and Dracula for the bingo <3

(@viralvava also asked me for Mathias ) *cracks knuckles*

Leon: no bingo :)

Listen he's not a bad dude, just a little insane and messed up by circumstances  (see next character) (also ppl pls remember he's a darn knight he has a body count let him be mean). Questioning on the ruthless bc while he is ready to do what's right no matter what and bc he's to be feared when he's pissed he's still a good hearted guy who will try to help others he aint in it for misery, and on family dinamics bc i dont think it's very healthy to be an orphan.

Mathias: double bingo :D

YES THIS IS THE MAN I WAS THINKING OF. MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW. Why are you so fucked up. Why can you control others emotions but not your own. Why do you make your problems everyone else's problems so disasterously. I wanna dissect him and see how a person can end up like this. Also getting pissed off at god for stuff is a mood so interesting in a messed up way. And im sure his alchemist family inheritance played on this disaster too. They had to inhale mercury at some point at least.

Sara: no bingo

BEST GIRL. My bby. In life she was someone sweet and good, maybe with some issues like ppl pleasing or insecurity and frustrated over ppl taking advantage of her generosity (a mood), but overall good mental health. And then circumstances happened (see character above). She gets kidnapped, dies at the hands of her own fianceé after begging him to do it, is turned into a weapon, murder ,  learn how they've been betrayed, more murder, see Leon pass away, take care of the belmonts for generations, plenty of murder, finally kill the bastard responsible for it all, m u r d e r, kill said bastard multiple times, deal with some of her kids getting possessed. All that mixed up with general vampire madness and the sheer frustration of getting fucked over so unfairly and damm you end up messed up. She's the well meaning but deeply hurtful matriarch of the clan now. Don't let me rant abt her or i wont stop help-

Hector: bingo! (Kinda)

He's a fun guy to think abt bc, he was born "cursed", is hated or used by others and his destiny kept dragging him around. (For example, did he really have much choice in moving into Drac's castle when he was a hated child that would have been burned by fellow humans?) But he isn't an innocent little baby, he becomes powerful and prideful and commits atrocities- so, how much of his bad parts are his and how many are from him? At least until he, wether for pride or regret, decides to make a choice of his own to leave the castle and finally makes peace with humans and gets a pretty wife. And when someone (see character below) ruins his peace and his dark fate tries to drag him down again, he realizes this and overcomes it. Idk i had a point i swear. Anyways he hot

Isaac: Double bingo! (Kinda)

Problematic badass pathetic hoe 10/10. Like Hector he has a terrible fate but he instead clutches onto it and makes it his purpose. God rejected him so he finds a god in Dracula, humans were cruel to him so he makes cruelty his method. He lost Hector and then everything so he makes Hector lose everything. He's always on this fine line of being wronged and wronging others, he never fully gets what he wants, he keeps spiraling down and down and its 👌

Dracula Triple bingo combo! (Kinda but shhhh)

Ah yes the previous asshole but rip and rotten. He's had time to soak in his dark powers, turn Death from his ally into his husband confidant, assimilate vampire madness to compliment his neurosis and just become a proper bastard. And then Lisa appears and he feels love again, remembers his humanity, and has his own son (all of this with some general fucked up-ness but he legit cares). And then he sees her die at the hands of humans and just loses it. Any grip he had over the powers of chaos is just gone, he lets himself fully fall into madness and makes his suffering everyone else's suffering (like before but amplified to a thousand ) and through this he loses his son, his generals, and with each ressurection, himself. To resume: Utter fucking nuclear disaster that learned n o t h i n g and will learn n o t h i n g (until Soma).

[feathermushroom]

Nanny plum in a bar- Chapter 2

But found..

"Ive tired of feeling like im fuckin crazy"

Plum drank all the pink beer in a few seconds before seeing that familiar woman, Miss fotheringill was simply beautiful, she was wearig a brown jacket, with smol stains of coffe, coffe to support her to deal mind the little devil most common called as kids and other simple clothes, her hair was free, kinda messy but in a lovely way.

The fairy feel her heart beating a little bit faster at seeing her "Just a common Bi panic" nanny plum thinked, but when she took a deep breath the woman with brown hair noticed her and said - Hey Nanny Plum! - in a cheerful way while she aproached of her sitting on her side.

- oh! Hello Miss fotheringill! - talkin this name aways made her tounge twist a lil bit, who was the "smart brain" who gave that name to a living being?

   - I didn't expected you to be here!

   - Me neither.. but you know how it is..staying sobber is getting more hard these days.. - Nanny Plum asked for another drink and ended with the liquid in a few seconds, making the teatcher doing a surprised face at seeing that scene.

    - Oh my.. do you wanna tell me what happened?

   - Are you sure you wanna listen? - Plum looked at the table with tired eyes, making prolonged eye contact never was her strong point.

   - Of course i wanna listen! Is been a long while since i had a good talk with you! Without the others interrupting us.. you know. - the teatcher with big glasses blushed a little bit probably thinking it was the most non straigh thing she said to a woman..

- Okay, being honest im done with the castle! I can't believe i was best friend of that lazy ass king! He is just so annoying and childish! - the fairy with black hair almost screamed, her voice boiled with anger and frustration, how their friendship decayed like that?! - Im sorry Fother.. im just-

   - No no! It's okay, holding all that anger will make you even worse! - the teacher said while she gently pated Plum shoulder, making Plum feel a little better about herself - Thank you for understanding, like, i love them but i feel they don't feel the same about me! I feel like an idiot, an fool..an fucking clown. - her fancy vocabulary never was included with her while she was venting, and Miss Fotherin never cared about bad words.

  - Why you don't burn them? - Leo sudenly talked, scaring the womans with his distortioned voice - Eeeh, i don't think this will be necessary! - the woman with caramel hair tone said in a nervous way while she stimed with her hands in a sign of "for the sake of god, no" while this Plum taked a look at her own wallet, seeing the photos of the people she loved the most, some photos of Holly, a girl with black hair and elf ears but also fairy wings, and a few photos of her stepdad and siblings.

  - I will not burn them.. not now. - Plum said in a cruel tone while she putted her wallet in her pocket again - Im still deciding what to do in the moment, but being very honest im this close- - the angry fairy said closing her indicator next to her thumb, almost touching them with anger and irony, the todlers teatcher was kinda shocked but she understood her anger, the royalty family was a pain in the assholes.

[sukirichi]

dutifully yours. [01]

Attached to the could’ve been’s of a promised happily ever after with the Crown Prince disguised under a scheme for power and greed, you are torn between choosing your happiness — or abandoning it to fulfill your duty as the future Queen.

→ unedited bcos i’m brave lazy. implied patriarchy. angst in future chapters. pure romance and fluff for now. royalty au. eventual smut. prince naoya !! i love him sm i could cry. this fic will break me, okay. naoya is close to canon but with my twist if that makes sense. drama in future chapters. oh and listen to this while reading <3

→ massive shoutout to my besties for always hyping me and helping me uwu, i present this token of prince naoya being an ideal husband okay cry cry i love him sm im crying. anyways pls enjoy bcos i poured my heart out to this and bcos i want more people in the naoya fucker club :>

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Ever since the day your mother taught you how to read, you’ve had your nose buried in a book. Losing yourself in different worlds, swooning over fictional princes, and fantasizing for a love story ripped out of fairytale itself with such burning, passionate romance – you’d been through it all, dreamt of it all. And yet, you struggled to stop yourself from tugging at your dress.

The tight corset hadn’t even been the main focus of your worries, and neither was the heavy rivière resting on your collarbones.

“Would you stop fidgeting?” Beside you, your mother pursed her lips, fingers decorated with jewels stopping in their movements of fanning herself. The temperature hadn’t been particularly high inside the limousine that evening. You supposed it was the mere sight of you tugging and gulping audibly every now and then, gloved hands running over the hems of your collar.

You ducked your head down. “Sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

“Dear, your anxiety is written all over your face,” she sighed, turning your face to her as she cupped your cheeks. Smiling tenderly like a mother always did, your heart felt soothed even by the slightest bit. You wished she could keep holding you like this – like you were a fragile flower she was afraid of breaking; a fragile flower that needed more care handled than most. Tonight, however, you felt a hundred years older. Like you’d accidentally clicked on fast forward and got launched to the future. A future that seemed so unclear yet so...perfect. So right.

“How would the Prince fancy you if you’re sweating bullets like that? It’s not a good look for a marquess’ daughter.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, your heart sank again. “My apologies, Mother. I’m just rather nervous. It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about here.”

“He is quite the looker, isn’t he?” she giggled behind her fan, “Strong and handsome, as well.”

“My ladies. You are not fantasizing over the Crown Prince in my presence, are you?”

Crossing her leg over the other, your mother leaned forwards, elbows on her knees as she winked at your father. The marquess had his torso half twisted from the passenger seat, glaring playfully at your mother’s unabashed features. “It is of no seriousness, My Lord. I’m simply easing your daughter’s nerves.”

Your father sighed in worry. “What’s got you so worked up, child? You are beautiful. The Prince would be blind to not notice you.”

Each fibre in your body screamed in desperation for your father to be right. Tonight was not just any other night – the entire Kingdom, including noblewomen, foreign royals, and unwed daughters from honourable families had been invited to the Zen’in Castle for one purpose only: to find his Crown Prince a suitable wife, one that would be fit to be the next Queen as well. As the daughter of the marquess, you’d naturally received the invitation. It felt just like yesterday when the mail arrived and you’d cheered so much in joy the chickens went flying out of their coops, your horses galloping and whinnying at surprise, and now you here – minutes away from the palace where you were soon to be deemed worthy or unworthy to be beside His Highness.

With a shaky smile, you dug your nails into your thighs. “Well, we’ve only met once, Father. I doubt the Prince would remember me.”

“Just smile, darling. You will do great.”

To no one’s surprise, the Zen’in Castle brimmed with people and esteemed guests. Men and women danced with one another as muted chatters and chuckles blended in with the grand royal orchestra, everyone dressed to the nines and making you feel completely out of place.

The moment you’d been welcomed by the knights and led to the palace doors, your dress began to feel tighter than usual, your ribs clenching uncomfortably from the pressure. Your hands had not stopped trembling either, not even when you hid it behind your back and nodded at the people passing by. There were governor-generals, dukes, earls, professors and royal advisors and even families of the royal family’s inner circle of knights. Everyone looked like they belonged here. Chatting amongst one another over the finest of wines or discussing conspiracies on where the Kingdom of Zen’in would be in the next sixty years of the future King’s reign, no one here seemed to be out of place.

Everyone except you.

A warm hand was suddenly placed on the small of your back, making you gasp. Your mother’s smile was nothing short of warm as she held you close to her one last time, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t even realize how much you shook until she clasped her hands with yours. “Calm down, dear,” she reminded, “You’ll be on your own now. This is where we leave you since we’re not supposed to mingle with potential princesses.”

“Mother!” Your eyes widened in embarrassment. Looking around frantically, you bit your lip in fear someone must’ve heard.

Of course, while it would be no surprise most guests – if not all – hoped that their daughter would be the Crown Prince’s chosen fiancée, it still felt wrong to boldly assume such when you could barely keep up with the events of tonight.

However, your mother merely laughed. “I am proud of you, dear. Never forget that. It doesn’t matter whether you are chosen or not. We’re only here for formality and respect to the King and Queen’s demands.”

“You say that as if the Crown Prince really would not bother with me.”

“We didn’t mean that,” your father cut in, a flute of champagne already nested between his calloused fingers. Ever since you arrived, he’d been snatched away by fellow earls and barons, disappearing into the crowd for a ‘hearty conversation over one’s lands.’ You knew better than that, though. That statement always translated to which leader got to have more chances to wine and dine with the King, to which your family was ridiculously reminded of that you’d been stationed to the most faraway land where even hearing news from the royal papers was but a privilege.

“Just be yourself, alright? And enjoy the party. It’s about time you met with girls your own age and made some friends.”

“I – Father, wait!”

A slender young woman slithered to your side out of nowhere, her golden brown eyes following the silhouettes of your parents. It wasn’t long before they completely disappeared. Left alone with the stunning woman that was – for some reason – dressed in a plain black curve hugging dress too modest for tonight’s appropriateness, you took three steps away in caution. “You must be from way up North,” she noted, her head to the tipped to the side. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

God, was she beautiful. Long, thick eyelashes and short hair chopped in messy yet elegant curves, you struggled to hold her gaze. “Oh, yes, I come from the Terratian Borders. My family is stationed there under His Majesty’s orders.”

She hummed to herself. “The Terratian Borders are mostly forests and fields, no? The last time my family and I visited there, I came across the loveliest dandelions I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame they died on the way back,” offering her hand – again, bare and empty with decorations yet still littered with faint scars and cuts – she beamed at you. “I’m Mai, by the way. Mai Zen’in.”

Zen’in?

Hands cupping your mouth, you bowed deep until your back ached. “Lady Mai!” you shut your eyes closed, unable to live with the shame. Mai Zen’in; one of the iconic twin pair from the extended Zen’in royal family, both a fashion icon and a legend for being a rumoured female knight. To have her in your presence was an honour. “My apologies for not recognizing you any sooner, Lady Mai!”

“Stand up, I’m not a royal,” she sniggered, “We’re just relatives of the actual monarch, but don’t let the family name fool you. The Crown Prince barely even acknowledges us being of the same blood.”

Albeit hesitant, you followed her gestures of making you stand up. You straightened your back and cleared your throat, fighting the urge to go haywire the moment his name was brought into the conversation. Not only would you be seeing Prince Naoya again in real life for the first time in years, but you’d also made acquaintances with his distant niece. However, his name was spoken with malice.

Frowning, you faced Lady Mai in all seriousness. “Prince Naoya? Why so?” Lady Mai looked at you like you’d grown two heads.

“He’s an ass, that’s why.”

“I-I don’t think he is,” you defended, “The Prince has been nothing but kind to me.”

“I didn’t know he was capable of kindness,” she muttered more so under her breath, low enough you were unsure whether you were supposed to hear it in the first place. Lady Mai then shook her head to herself before stealing a flute from a waiter passing by. Chucking it your way, her face turned dark and grim. “Take it as free advice: stay as far away from his as possible. The Crown Prince is nothing but good news.”

“Is it because he has lots of lovers?” you inquired with a small voice, “Uhm – well – It was an assumption. With a title and handsomeness like that, it would make sense everyone would want to be the Crown Prince’s lover.”

Lady Mai’s lip curled upwards. “Prince Naoya won’t bother with lovers. He is too occupied for that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Heard from whom?”

“The Royal Declaration from His Majesty himself,” you said, “Was it not the purpose of this ball? To find worthy candidates to be the Crown Prince’s betrothed? His coronation is coming soon.”

“Right. I forgot today was technically a bridal market,” she scratched the edge of her brow, falling silent for a moment. Her eyes scanned the lively crowd for a brief moment – watching with you as everyone laughed and danced to their heart’s content – the grand final event of the routine personal dance with the Crown Prince himself slowly approaching to reality. “You are joining in the festivities, are you not? Later, when he arrives, he shall meet you.”

“I am obligated to as a noble bachelorette, though I doubt His Highness would even look my way. There are far richer noblewomen here and even daughters of duke that would be perfect as his wife. ”

“You may have a point for that,” she hummed to herself, unaware that her agreement to the Crown Prince not paying attention to you left a sting both in your ego and heart. Not that it lasted long, for Lady Mai was already tugged on the arm by another equally fiercely beautiful woman – her older twin, Maki Zen’in. Soon to be governon-general of the Kingdom.

Lady Mai smiled in apology. “I need to go now since I’m not a part of this event. But hey, if ever I come around to visit the Borders again, perhaps you could entertain me?”

“I would be honoured to, Lady Mai.”

“You are sweet and innocent,” it was her sister who spoke this time, glasses perched high on her nose that concealed the wariness of her gaze. “I hope the Crown Prince never gets to your routine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing; she was talking to herself. Maki does that a lot,” Lady Mai’s forced chuckles were barely heard from the music. “You enjoy the party now. Don’t drink too much lest you want to embarrass yourself in everyone’s eyes and be talk of the Kingdom. Prince Naoya would hate it if you took the attention away from him.”

“Oh, uhm...”

“It’s a joke, Lady Y/N. Relax.”

You bowed once more. “My apologies.”

“The dance is about to begin,” Maki tapped on your shoulder, making you look up right where her eyes zeroed in. And exactly in the middle of the grandiose hall, under the sparkling golden chandeliers where he made all the gold in the world look incomparable next to him, the Crown Prince stood in his fully glory. Blond hair with the ends stained of midnight gelled back to reveal his forehead, the Crown Prince’s beauty never failed to shine. Whether it be in the papers, in the tabloids, in the billboards that you passed on the way to the city, or from way back when you met him for the first time as a naive, innocent teen – Crown Prince Naoya came straight out of a magazine cover.

In the back of your head, you could hear either of the twins murmuring good luck. Maybe both of them had said it – you had no idea. All of your attention, all the sensibility and coherence of your state had been switched the next instant, as if your heart and soul was born for the sole purpose of being bewitched by your Crown Prince.

And as if feeling someone’s gaze on him, the Crown Prince’s eyes trailed over the crowd. Almost boredly, his sharp eyes bounced from one giggling woman to another, the ends of his lips smirking upwards for just the tiniest bit. It must’ve stroked his ego. Until his eyes connected with yours. The Crown Prince’s eyebrows knitted together. You had no idea how you looked in that moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because the Crown Prince was looking at you, and you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes along with your heart pulsing at the tip of your tongue.

“Let us begin,” his lips moved from the distance, “Play the music. I shall dance with my bride.”

The air shifted in a split second. Murmurs were thrown over the room, women and men alike turning pale. Even the orchestra was stunned from the Crown Prince’s entrance – and it hadn’t even been dramatic to his standards – yet the whole castle fell mum from just a few of his words. A few seconds later, the crowd recomposed itself, and the strings began to dance along with its bows.

You are pushed into the crowd. Nearly colliding into the arms of another, you quietly thank the masked man who was to be your first partner of the night.

All the men joining the dance floor dressed with the intention of making the Crown Prince shine. Prince Naoya stood out from the throng of white as per the colour code, his blood red uniform as both Prince with the  golden crest of the military leader pinned to his right breast. The other men meant to be filler partners until all the potential brides got to their designated three minutes with the Prince were all dressed in black, faces covered behind a plain black mask. None were allowed to talk. None were allowed to utter even a word, and so your partner pursed his lips in displeasure at your apology.

Whatever. You just had to wait a few more rounds before the song finished and transitioned into a new one; the song where you’d been informed would be your time alone with the Prince.

You’d been so lost in your head you barely breathed the entire dance. From partner to partner, you blanked. Your heart drummed so wildly in its cage it begged to come out, and strings of apologies were let out each time your masked partners grimaced for a brief second when their hands came in contact with your sweaty ones. Around you, all the lovely women smiled and danced graciously, mouths moving in unreadable conversations shared with the Crown Prince. Not once did you look at the six partners you’ve danced with. Not once did you worry about tripping on your own feet. Not once did you care that some of the masked men held you a little too roughly for your comfort. Your entire reason for existing in that moment was to witness the Crown Prince himself, mirroring his frown that got deeper and deeper with each woman retreating to the sea of people he’d rejected.

Not once did you even think about being one of them – the girls who’ve ducked their heads down as their parents comforted them over not being the chosen one, of bringing ‘dishonour’ to their families that the mighty Crown Prince had deemed them unworthy. Tears streamed down their faces until black ink followed afterwards, lips trembling from silent sobs.

Despite their broken prides – although there was that minority who simply sighed in relief after returning to their own families – no one would dare interrupt the Crown Prince’s dances.

All of these thoughts crossed your mind too late and at the exact time your masked partner pulled away from you, body half bent in a bow with his arm outstretched to the side. Following where he was gesturing at, your eyes met the Crown Prince’s tall and lean stature, a few blond fringes now fallen from his movements.

Even though a thin layer of sweat shone from his face, Prince Naoya remained ethereal.

And like a snake charmed by the musician’s seductive tone, your feet moved on its own. Fingers stretching until it met with the Crown Prince’s large and warm ones, you were now in front of him. With him. Holding him, touching him, meeting him eye for eye and realizing – gold. His eyes burned a deep shade of gold, elegantly rich and heartbreakingly stunning your heart ached.

Before you knew it, your hands began to tremble, feeling as if your body had been corded into a corset three sizes smaller. You could not breathe, and the Crown Prince took notice.

“You are stiff. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Good Saint. If only possible, you would’ve closed your eyes and basked in the deep warmth of his voice. It reverberated from deep within, breathed out with an air of natural authority and profound confidence it made your knees weak. As if sensing his effect on you (though for the wrong reasons, it seemed), Prince Naoya hummed to himself. “This routine shall last for a few minutes before I can let you go, I’m afraid.”

You instantly realized the implications of your silence. “N-not at all, Your Highness! I am honoured to be dancing with you.”

“There is no honour in a choreographed dance. Everyone will dance with me. It’s nothing special.”

Your heart fell. Prince Naoya not only sounded dejected, but detached as well. As if he found no pleasure or specialty in this event, at a time where he had every opportunity to meet his lover, and that this ball was merely a task to be checked off in his already long list of responsibilities. It wasn’t disappointment, per se, but rather melancholy that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Not because Prince Naoya held little to no regards for something you treasured, but because he sounded terribly alone. Like he was simply waiting for it to end out of discomfort.

“It’s special to me, Your Highness,” you blurted out faster than you could stop yourself. For a moment, you feared you may have offended him, but the Crown Prince only laughs.

And when he did – saint, when he laughed – his eyes crinkled into half moons, pearly whites flashing against the bright lights and his whole chest shook with amusement.

You’d never seen him smile this way before.

Prince Naoya’s laughter didn’t cease. Around you, your gut instincts told that people were now beginning to look; the Crown Prince’s deep rumbles of laughter sounded exquisitely like music as well, after all. “ Is it special to you because you are now dancing and within the Crown Prince’s proximity? As much as I presume how exhilarating it might be for those who mostly see me in the papers and in the tabloids, I assure you, dancing with your Prince is not an honour. Especially when you are all sent the invitations based on your status and not your worthy traits.”

“It’s special to me,” you mumbled, growing shy all of a sudden when the Crown Prince nodded at you to continue. “Because...because it reminds me of the first time we met.”

The Crown Prince hummed in amusement.

“We have met before?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m from the Terratian Borders – my father is a loyal servant of His Majesty. You visited the borders when you were eighteen and I was sixteen. Do you remember it, Your Highness? You stormed in my private library.”

Indeed, the young barely-out-of-his-teens Crown Prince barged into your home’s library years ago. You were not previously informed he and his parents would be visiting since they arrived wordlessly, so you were stuck in your chambers as usual, killing time if not for sleeping and tending to the animals. Perched on a ladder, you attempted to reach for a book on the upper shelf when your foot slipped beneath you. At the age of sixteen, you were dramatic enough to say your life flashed before your eyes. You would’ve screamed then had strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, the Crown Prince staring at you with wide, golden eyes as they were now, his breathy rasped as he asked, are you okay, my lady?

The mere recollection of that fateful memory had your cheeks warming in delight. “You were so charming and heroic back then. Even when I had no idea you were a royal, I would have still believed you to be princely,” you said rather absentmindedly, blinking once then twice at your words. “Of course, it’s understandable if you do not remember, Your Highness!”

“My apologies. I do not remember, though Terratia is a wonderful place. Such a shame I was not informed beforehand they had a lovely daughter.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you cheered back, cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from how wide you were smiling. But could anyone blame you? You felt absolutely silly that you were a breath away from passing out minutes ago, and now here you were, dancing with the Crown Prince and sharing memories with him like it was a daily occurrence. The words it’s true love when you feel at peace with them suddenly rang back at your head from that latest romance novel you read, and you turned away, hoping the Crown Prince would not read your thoughts to your face. However, Prince Naoya’s lips pursed into a thin line, all traces of humour now disappeared. “I’m sorry – should I not have laughed?”

“No, I don’t mind,” he mused with his jaw locked tight, “I just haven’t seen anyone react that way before.”

“Like what?”

“Like my words meant the entire universe to them. I may dare even say you look terribly in love, though I cannot blame you on that one, can I?”

Prince Naoya shook his head the minute the words left his mouth. Forcing himself to believe it couldn’t be real, perhaps, you truly did not know anymore. Your only plan for tonight was to see the Crown Prince and get to live out your dream of seeing him once more even for just a brief moment before you travelled back home while he married another, and yet – “Your Highness, I’m in love with you. I have always been since the day we met.”

You could no longer stop the words. The voice at the back of your head begged you to shut up and not cause a scene, that your time had passed up and people were staring, yet you remained in his arms no matter how much you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Please do not misunderstand me, Your Highness. I did not come here to attempt to steal your heart and be your wife, though I will admit I have dreamt of meeting you again for so many moons. I...I only want to tell you this. That I love you and even though it was a brief moment, I think the love I’ve always read about felt real and possible for the first time in my life,” chuckling nervously, you gather to courage to face him, adoration shining for the Crown Prince stood shock still before you, however stunned he may be. “I love you, Your Highness. I love you. And to whoever lucky woman you choose to be your betrothed, I hope she takes care of you and showers you with all the affection you are deserving of. You would make a great King. So God help his Crown Prince, and may you lead us all into a better world.”

Prince Naoya did not budge a muscle. His eyes remained hard on yours, breath warm as his nostrils fumed. With each passing second that he did not speak, you grew restless and tugged your arm away from his hold with a disgraceful smile.

You’d truly crossed your line. The repercussions to be faced for this impoliteness would destroy your family’s honour. You had to leave. “Your Highness? The song has changed. It’s time to let go—”

The Crown Prince inched close enough until his hair tickled your cheeks, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you close, close enough that your lower bodies touched. Skin ablaze with heat, you dared not move an inch. “Do you mean it?” he demanded lowly, his fingers ghosting over your wrist to hold you in place. “Do you truly love me? Not for what I have, not for who I was born to be, but me as a person itself?”

Closing your eyes to shudder in a deep breath, you exhaled. “Of course, Your Highness. Even if you were not born as a Prince, I’m sure I would’ve still loved you in a different universe.”

“But I do not know you.”

“We don’t have to know each other, Your Highness, and we never will. Once you let me go, I’ll return to the shadows where I belong, and I will continue supporting you until the day of your coronation.”

“And if I refuse to let you go?” he clicked his tongue, “What will you do then?”

The Crown Prince’s spicy perfume must be an aphrodisiac or hypnotizer of sorts. Everything he did messed with your mind that it was too late – the music had stopped and people were no longer drinking or chatting. Everyone’s eyes were on you and the Crown Prince. You could only imagine how controversial this position must be; with his lips trailing dangerously close to that sensitive spot in your neck where you nearly moaned. You really needed to leave.

“P-people are looking, Your Highness. You do not want this affair with someone you won’t choose—”

“Who said I won’t choose you?” Finally, he pulled away. But Prince Naoya never once tore his gaze away from yours, nor did he allow you to look at anyone but him as he caresses your jaw so light and feathery you wondered if he was truly there.“Who said I haven’t laid my eyes on you the moment you walked in here? This ball is for naught because of you, Lady Y/N. I’ve already made my choice, and you helped me confirm it as soon as you danced with me.”

“Your Highness...”

“Look at me,” he ordered, your eyes flitting from his pinkish lips to his sharp nose and then to his fox-like gaze. Only this time, Prince Naoya was no longer harsh. “Don’t be scared.”

“But they’re looking.”

“You are with me, of course they’ll look,” he teased, “They wish to be you right now. But ignore them and dance one more time with me.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, but did it matter? One nod from him was all it took before the orchestra fumbled back to their spots and a new song played, Ode of Moonlight Lovers, and the Crown Prince was guiding you back to where he had originally danced with you.

From the corners of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your parents with their mouths gaped open; your father looking like he was on the verge of passing out. However, you felt nothing but joy, nothing but the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he danced and twirled you in his arms. When the music stopped and you were both panting for air with silly smiles on your face, it dawned on you that you were with the Prince. No, rather, it was only you and the Prince alone. Even in the sea of people whose faces began to blur, he prevailed crystal clear.

You could recognize him anywhere, find him everywhere.

Prince Naoya stepped impossibly closer until your chests touched, hearts beating as one. Cupping your jaw, he was near enough that he swallowed all your shaky breaths with a small, teasing smile like you both shared a secret the entire world could not know.

“Do I still make you nervous?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“It’s beloved now,” he corrected, face inching closer and closer to a point you could count the number of his lower lashes. “And what do lovers do to seal their union?”

“M-Marriage?”

“Close, but this is much better.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would have a love story ripped out straight from a fairytale, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were no Cinderella, nor were you a goddess of beauty that could’ve possibly caught the Crown Prince’s eye. Yet, his soft lips were on yours, kissing you with as much passion you could only dream of that you cried.

Strong hands guiding the back of your waist, Prince Naoya dipped you lower to the ground – the grand of finish of his dance. He had chosen his bride.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced all around you, making you smile into the kiss. Fisting his collar to bring him closer to yours, your mouth burst into metaphorical fireworks as soon as his tongue mingled with yours for an experimental taste. He was bitter yet sweet; expensive wine resting on his tongue, yet a delicate vanilla sat heavily on his soft lips that molded with yours. It was a taste you could spend forever being addicted on. And you were crying, crying so much your chest ached and the Prince’s cheeks grew damp from yours. You’d dreamt of this for so long, too long now.

Prince Naoya slowly pulled you away, his thumb wiping the tears away from the pads of your cheeks with tenderness in his touch. However, the Prince was not satisfied. The crowd whooped as he leant down to kiss your forehead. “You are mine now, my princess.”

Looping his hands with yours, the Crown Prince led you out of the castle. The crowd parted naturally to make way for the new couple, and you were left staring at his broad back and the tuft of blond hair where you’d soon find out how soft it would be. Sending one last glance to your crying parents, you waved goodbye. You had no idea where the Crown Prince would take you but you were already bunching your dress up, heart completely filled with trust you did not question it. What mattered tonight and for the rest of your life was that it felt right. That it was him – your beloved Prince Naoya Zen’in and soon to be husband – that you’d follow through the moon and back.

[melaninenthusiasts]

Maldonia | Prince Naveen

Prince Naveen x black reader

"We are never doing this again," I say as I finished getting dressed at the foot of Naveen's bed now sliding the remaining of my dress down.

I don't know how we even got here.

Well, let me re- phrase that:

I know exactly how this how we got here.

A typical drunken night of passion on the night of Maldonia's Independence Day. We were at a party and there we're drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.

And he was just there with that gorgeous brown skin and pretty long eyelashes and charming accent just tempting me to go there with him.

Naveen chuckled to himself at my statement. "You said that after the first round and the second" he licked his lips. "And the third"

I slipped back on my heels. "Well, I mean it this time," I say looking back at him deep into his eyes.

That sexy smirk on his face rose again.

"Wanna go another before we make that official before I go?" He suggested to me.

Wow, I really forgot he was leaving.

I chuckled to myself. "No"

This man is so cocky.

"C'mon, it'll be like goodbye sex. You know I'm leaving for New Orleans."

"To find you a privileged princess," I smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny" he says watching me get dressed. He just layed there in the large bed half naked.

"One day your gonna find a woman who's gonna make your work for love" I say to him and he listens. "Not me though, that shit would be exhausting." I add.

"I'm Prince Naveen of Maldonia. I never work for anything. Women practically drop their panties at the sight of me. Kind of like you did last night."that sexy smirk rises on his face again.

I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

That got me thinking about last night and how everything went down.

There I was at the Independence Day party with my two bestfriends having fun until they ditched me to dance with some guys.

There were our traditional Maldonia colors everywhere. In confetti, people's attire, and of course the drinks. Peach and purple with the Maldonian castle on the flag.

As of now, I was at the bar sipping my Maldonia Martini that was a peach Crown Royal with purple crystals on the outside.

I just wanted to hang with my girls but I guess plans change.

"Another round of shots!" The life of the party, Naveen orders the employees behind the bar.

"Hey, Ria. Enjoying the party?" He looks over to me with a kind smile.

He had just came from being danced on by some women on the dance floor. He's what you call a Ladies' Man.

"The name is Aria, we're not in academy anymore. " I snap stirring my drink.

"Oh okay, my bad" he throws his hands up in defense.

We have known eachother for as long as I can remember. We went to academy together and our families are pretty close-like weekly family dinners close. Ever since his parents cut him off, Naveen has been searching for his Princess Charming. He knows that I don't have the amount of dough of his liking. I dodged that bullet with him. He wouldn't dare do that to me anyway. Whoever he plans to marry for money is their problem.

That's why today he is having his last hoorah for good times sake before he jets off to America—New Orleans.

I was apart of the few people in his circle that new of this. He will be missed-even with his slightly conceited, spolied-self.

"You know Navé, Im gonna miss you Navé. Underneath all of the glitter and gold, there's a nice,kind man." I say to him and he smiles at me.

"I guess I deserve that for calling you by your nickname. I'm gonna miss you too." He says.

"I know your friends ditched you but why are you not out dancing?" He asks. "Let me be your wingman. " Navé says and I shake my head no

"C'mon Ria, you gotta loosen up. There's plenty of guys out here for you to mingle with," Naveen says to me as he waits for his drink beside me at the bar. He was so busy ranting to me that he forgot that he was waiting for a drink. He's a prince, he never does that. Naveen gets what he wants when he wants it. That's just how it is with him.

"Wait, why am I waiting?" He says to himself causing to laugh at him. "What a man got to get another round of shots around here!" Naveen yelled loudly at the bartender.

I laughed at how irritated he was getting on waiting for his drinks. Unlike his usual V.I.P treatment in clubs and venues, this was already an exclusive party. So everyone basically got treated the same.

"Round of shots for the Prince!"the mixer fixed his shots to his liking.

"So what happened to Brandon?" He asks me referring to my ex. Naveen and I haven't seen eachother in a while so we were catching up.

"Brandon," I corrected him. "And he cheated. It's whatever."

"Are you serious? If I ever see him I'll-" he started to get mad. "How could he do that to you? You're gorgeous, sexy, and kind of nice" I chuckled playfully hitting him at that last part.

"But seriously...how?" He scoffs to himself in frustration.

"Here," Naveen passes me the Maldonian alcohol in the shot glass.

"To my last hoorah and getting you a night of passion," he says before linking arms with me as we both through our heads back taking the shots. I immediately felt the burn go to my throat. We unhooked arms.

"Woo!" Naveen exclaims in excitement.

"So, how you feeling about leaving?" I ask him.

"You know, I'm actually kind of scared. I've been here my entire life and never been on my own before. It's about damn time." He says admittedly.

"But I'm hella excited for New Orleans. The culture, the scenery, the music. I just need a new environment."

"I get that. But you'll be fine. Just do whatever your heart tells you."

Before I knew it, we talked some more and he helped me muster the courage to dance with someone as he did the same. I was on the dancefloor grinding my hips on a man I had just met.

Naveen locked eyes with me as he looked unamused by the girl grinding on him. The stunning woman felt all on his body pushing herself onto him but all he could do was gaze at me.

The man I was still dancing on hugged my waist squeezing me tightly as we motioned to the rhythm of the music.

Once we both then switched partners to dance with eachother.

"Let's go," I pull him closer to whisper in his ear. His lingering eyes gaze deep into mines in desire. I then took his hand leading us out of the party.

_______

"I-I'm gonna do you soo hard," I slur out to him tugging his shirt closer to me. I chuckle drunkenly and started nibbling on ear. Sending teasing pecks on his jawline, I felt a smile rise on his face.

"Fucking would be nice, eh?" He says to me with that charming accent.

His hands trail from my waist to my ass squeezing it passionately. My lips gravitated to his getting lost in them. The kisses grew from being innocent to sloppy.

We were now the leaning against the wall of the private elevator of his Royal Suite. We had entire suite to ourselves. And I was going to make sure to christen all of the rooms.

I got excited as we were rising up to our floor. Sticking my tongue down his throat with my arms around his neck, Naveen picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss,he managed to unlock the door.

We were now in the spacious white livingroom area accented with golden decorations. I threw my head back as Navé sent teasing pecks all throughout my neck.

"Are you ready for this?" He murmurs as his lips brushes against the skin of my neck.

"I should be asking you that question" I say I he lays us on the couch.

______

We got a little hunger after the first round. Here we were in the kitchen area looking for something to snack on.

With nothing but Naveen's white button down and a pair of lace panties on, I searched in the large refrigerator for a snack.

Naveen comes over behind me shirtless with his arms wrapped around me. He started sending teasing pecks on my neck.

I then grabbed the bowl of strawberries to take a bite of one. He then ate the remaining of it from my hand.

He then let go of me to grab a few things as I sat on the wide kitchen counter.

I continued eating strawberries as ge turned around with a few things in his hands. Whipped cream, honey, and chocolate syrup.

"For the strawberries, " he says and I chuckle. Naveen makes his way over to me standing in between my legs.

I grab the spray can of whipped cream and eat some. I nod my hand at how good it was.

Naveen then takes the can.

After spraying a bit of whipped cream on my neck, he licks it off.

I giggled at the sensation.

"You like that?" His eyes lingered in mines.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Naveen then snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Can I atleast get a goodbye kiss?" Navé asks. "One for the road?" He pouts his lips. I couldn't help but eye his built physique.

This man is so greedy I swear.

I roll my eyes making my way over to him sitting down on the bed. I gravitate my lips towards his once again feeling his soft touch. His tongue waved it's way down my throat and I couldn't seem to break the kiss. His hand felt on my thigh urging me to go there again.

"Okay, maybe this one last time," I chuckle to myself.

"Arania" he said before I could leave. I looked over to him. "Yes, Navé?"

"You we're the one who got away. How did I loose you?" He asked me and I had no words.

Hearing him say that was everything but it wasn't enough for us to be anything. We both knew that.

Lost for words, I just shrugged. "I don't know" I say.

"Have fun in New Orleans. And remember what I said." I say before exiting his spacious bedroom suite.

THE END

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SMOKY | Hell Below

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! reader

Words: 2k+

Warnings: self harm, possessiveness, demonic interaction

au: crown royal au | moodboard

series masterlist: SMOKY

~

Seonghwa paced back and forth in front of your door. He was placed on guard duty this evening and it was slowly torturing him.

Normally he would never complain, more than happy to forgo his own rest to know that his princess slept safe and sound. However, he was very aware that at the moment, his princess was not sleeping at all.

He gritted his teeth as he heard your voice moan out a name in pleasure. The name of your husband. A name that wasnt his.

Seonghwa squared his shoulders. He had made you a promise, one a very very long time ago.

When he was the man having you sing such pretty praises. When he wrote his name in calligraphy with his tongue between your thighs.

A promise he painted into your skin, one very late night. Kissing every patch that made you shy. Every inch that your family frowned upon. Every piece you had ever wanted to burn off.

"I will protect you, until the day my heart stops beating, And surely even after."

he is more than just a knight. No, after holding you, bare as the day you were born, shaking in his arms. After the words of hate and disgust at the case your very soul lived in, at watching you take blades to try and peel the unwanted flesh away, he would never ever let you hurt yourself again.

He would never abandon you, even if you took his heart right out of his chest, it was always yours anyway.

Seonghwa held his head in his hands. He was always yours anyway.

"They sure are loud huh?" Seonghwa jumped and reached for the sword on his belt at the voice.

"Sorry, bad night?" Hongjoong asked, standing before the heartbroken man.

"Yeah just, stuck in my own head." Seonghwa admitted. The other man nodded, scanning him with curious eyes.

"You and your princess sure are, close." he stated. The words curled on his tongue, watching Seonghwa flitched as the sound of a high pitched groan came from the lover's room.

"We... Used to be." he replied.

"I see. Makes sense why youre not so fond of that Duke." he quirked an eyebrow, a sly grin pulling at his features. "Hey, you wanna know a secret~" the man purred.

"Not tonight Hongjoong. Im not in the mood for your teasing." Seonghwa frownd.

"Hmm~ if you say so." his smile pulled into a playful childlike one, before Hongjoong skipped off down the hall, leaving Seonghwa alone with his thoughts once more.

~

Hongjoong purred to himself as he glanced over his shoulder as the knight stood at the lovers door. Lust is a very powerful tool in his bag of tricks, one that, it looks like, will do him very, very well.

~

you spent your days now often with Yeosang, his experience and wisdom helping you greatly in easing your nerves. he told you many stories, explained much about the kingdom you had never dared to venture around in.

whenever you did leave your family's estate, it was always with Seonghwa as your loyal guard. a long veil to hide you away from the world, or heaven forbid you simply, existing taint your family name.

you remembered the day The King died. he was an old man, had been sick for years. while not beloved by his people, he was well respected, and yet. when he passed, no one knew anything about him. there was no mourning, for there was no loss.

The Queen had fully stepped into power then, ten years younger than her husband she was more than capable of leading. and so it had been since your early teens. The Queen was now however, ready to pass her power, rather than see it out live her too, just like her husband.

and that, was where the crown prince and princess had come in. the pair lost at sea in a tragic shipwreck, the kingdom scrambling to find a new replacement. you and Mingi were nobles, sure. second rate royals even, your father once a prince, a second born. Mingi was next in line to become a Duke, chosen over Yeosang for your hand in marriage for, such a trivial reason. or so you thought.

“my family comes from the Valley, My Lady. Lord Mingi’s comes from the Sea.” Yeosang explained, an, almost forlorn look in his eye. “when yourself and your husband were married, it showed a joining of the land and the sea. loosening trade deals with other lands, its... business I'm afraid.”

“that’s all marriage is good for after all anyway. its just business.” you gazed off out the window, watching the roses sway in the morning breeze. the garden was beautiful, flowers in full bloom.

“I’m sorry you feel so my lady. but, you must admit how darling and romantic an idea it is.” Yeosang followed your gaze.

“to be married?” you wondered.

“the prince of the sea, wed to the princess of the forest. and a man who cannot see, tied to a woman never allowed to be seen.” he hummed softly.

“sounds like a horrible tragedy of a play to me.” you shook your head, eyes falling to your lap. “I should have a word with the playwright.”

“would you have preferred a different ending?” Yeosang wondered, dropping his head down to force you to look him in the eye. you chuckled, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile.

“I haven't decided.” you answered. “...are the flowers in the valley in bloom this time of year?” you asked.

“oh yes. the wild flowers were always my favorite as a boy. my sisters and I used to go out and make crowns out of them.” his voice was soft, eyes far away. caught in a memory from boyhood.

“...will you take me there some time, Yeosang?” his gaze focused back on you once more.

“if you wish to see it My Lady.” he grinned. “I will braid you a crown so lovely the royal jewels will be jealous.”

“promise me?” your voice betrayed you. a crack of pain hidden away there.

such a very different ending you could have had. one where you could spend your life safe, hidden away from the judgment and piercing eyes your mother always frightened you of. flowers in your hair, children at your feet, a husband who could provide for your every need. free to play in the forest of your childhood. there was no judgment from the trees, nor would you find it in the open fields.

“you have my word... My Lady.”

but your life was no fairy tale. you were to be queen of a kingdom you barely knew. sure, you had a husband, a man to wear the title of “king”, but both you and Mingi knew, the queen is the most powerful piece on the board.

~

“My little Prince~” you called to the darkness of the room as you returned to your chambers for the evening. “Mingi?” you cooed once more, looking around for the tall man.

“we need to talk.” you nearly screamed, the voice was not your husband’s. upon turning on your heel, you came face to face with...

“Seonghwa! you nearly had me jump out of my skin!” you huffed, smacking the man on the side of his arm.

“hey! I'm sorry I scared you but, I'm serious.” he sighed, rubbing his arm.

“very well.” you huffed, seating yourself on the plush bed and waiting for his explanation. Seonghwa shuffled, changing his weight from one foot to the other, gaze fixed on the floor. “well? when did you become so awkward?”

“since I had to listen to you having sex for hours last night.” he growled. your ears glowed hot, but you choked the embarrassment down.

“I am sorry, I'm sure that was a bit.. uncomfortable-”

“you don’t get it do you, Princess.” he lifts his eyes to meet yours. “I love you.”

a lump forms in your throat. you do not move, only stare him down, unblinking, unreactive.

“I have been in love with you for almost five years now. I was the one who took your virginity, I was the one who held you when you cried, I was the only who protected you from the evils of this world. and I-” his voice cracked. Seonghwa, your loyal knight in shining armor, the one who had been by your side for the better half of your life, was in tears before you.

“I love you! I'd do anything for you! I've been with you since you were just a young girl! I've stood beside you through everything! and I can't pretend that it doesn't hurt me anymore!” his eyes sparkled with tears, cheeks damp and voice horse.

“... I-” you never got a chance to finish your thought as the door swung open once more.

Mingi stood in the doorway, blank eyes staring straight ahead of him, his face blank of any emotion.

“get. out. of. our. room.” never had you heard the intimidation in Mingi’s voice before. his voice rumbled deep in his chest, but his tone now, was that of a final, deadly warning.

Seonghwa stared at Mingi, shoulders taught, fists clenched. but he didn't say a word.

“...you are dismissed Seonghwa.” you finally broke the tense silence between the two man.

“as you wish, My Princess.” Seonghwa made his way towards the door, stepping past Mingi, only to be halted by said man shoving him against the wood, hard.

“if you dare, to even think of touching my wife, if even the thought of her in such context even passes your mind,” he growls. “I will have you executed for adultery.”

Mingi stepped away from a very shocked Seonghwa.

“she may be your Princess, but she will be your Queen. and never, for a moment forget, she will only be your queen, and she is my wife.” and with that he slammed the door shut.

~

Mingi developed a possessiveness over you, you must admit you didn’t expect. the once shy boy who could barely speak to you, now kept one hand on your person at all times you were together. when asked he said he preferred you guide him over a staff member. but you know by now Mingi knew this castle perfectly fine. he didn't need help or a guide anymore. he was lying.

he also got rather upset if you were left alone with another person too long, without himself or his chosen guard close by. his chosen guard? Hongjoong.

you woke one morning to find bruises so deep on your hips and chest they looked like black ink in the mirror. Mingi was marking you now. like you were something that belonged to him.

knowing who you needed to speak with, you snuck away one morning, before the sun rose. to find Hongjoong.

~

“your highness! what a pleasant surprise~” the handsome man cooed.

“may I speak with you? in private.” you glanced to the rest of the guard, Seonghwa the only one not meeting your gaze.

“oh? absolutely. please, come with me.” Hongjoong lead you out into the gardens, just as the first touches of dawn peeked over the skyline.

“alright creature. out with it. what have you done to the prince.” you growled, arms crossed as you glared at Hongjoong.

“such mean words from the ‘princess’ herself~” he smiled a grin, one a little too long and a little too wide for his face.

“why are you here?”

“what a stupid question! you already know that answer~ otherwise you wouldn’t have asked to speak to me, alone.”

“fine, who summoned you?”

Hongjoong chuckled, one in tone too deep for the voice he speaks with. “the dead king of course. but that was a long time ago you see.”

“speak to me truthfully creature, did you make a deal with Mingi?” you glared him down. while your experience with his kind was limited, you understood the one true weakness they had. they cannot directly lie.

Hongjoong grinned once more, that same unnatural once, the one that extended too far up his face, showing teeth a human man wouldn’t have. his eyes crinkled at the edges in the grin, the white parts of his eyes turning dark as a bruise.

“no.”

you held back a whimper at his voice. inhuman. demonic. bloodcurdling.

“...thank you. you are dismissed.” you blinked, and the man was back as he was. charming smile and handsome features glowing once again in the dawn.

“as you wish, your highness.” and with that, he walked back into the castle. leaving you alone in the garden, a ring of dead grass surrounding where the pair of you had stood.

[teeth-and-tea]

ANIME & MANGA I HAVE BINGED IN THE LAST MONTH: May 2021

I've Been Hunting Slimes for the Past 300 Years and Now Ive Maxed Out My Level: incredibly long name aside, cute af slice of life that suffers Same Face Syndrome. I'm still happy to watch it because of how feel good and fluffy it is though, Im probably gonna forget about it in two or three years tho. 8/10.

Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro: I found out this was a webcomic first and suddenly all the HORNINESS made so much more sense. A Femdom, Degradation, Humiliation, Dacryphilia Bullies to Lovers story disguised as a high school rom-com which, I'm not going to lie, misses SKEEVY CITY by mere inches on a regular basis. However, I'm a Dom/Switch and this entire relationship sets off my dom brain center like New York City just shy of midnight. So if you're into that sort of scene, this anime is for you. If not, it's still fascinating but you're probably gonna be a little put off by how mean the Girl!Bully is to the guy MC. Unless you find out something about yourself, in which case, congrats! Stay safe, sane, consensual, and learn about the traffic light system on top of safe words, I promise you'll have a better life in general after that. Still Ongoing, currently 10/10.

Fruits Basket: IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS ANIME SO MUCH???? The original anime came out when I was in... I think middle school and my parents were really strict on what I watched so I never got to experience the first wave and I never bothered to watch the show ever after I moved out of the house years later. However, now that I'm much older I honestly can say this is one of my favorite anime to date, and all the characters are charming, lovable, with their own problems that I can connect to or sympathize with, and I love the MC which is always a treat tbh. Except Akito. Akito can suck a sandpaper dick. I'm only on S2 tho so no spoilers! Anime 11/10.

Monster Girl Doctor: went in thinking it was gonna be a monster girl who's a doctor with a homoerotic assistant (her name is SAPPHY okay sue me for thinking it) and ended up watching the entire dubbed harem series. Honestly, I've seen worse and this one has consistent follow-through on interesting characters and backstory enough for me to shove aside the blatant under-monstrousness of the female monsters and the harem-ness of everything else. Dubbing is honestly really good, which is a treat, and the monster designs are not the worst and the MC is tolerable. Honestly, I don't mind having watched it! The mix of cgi and the traditional animation together work pretty strangely though, and it often doesn't flow super well. 7.5/10

So I'm a Spider, So What: Dubbed version which honestly isn't that bad. Took me a bit to get into it, but after realizing that it's got a mismatched timeline a la The Witcher, it made so much more sense. Heavily done in cgi, and you can definitely tell between the 2D and 3D animations, but not the worst in the world. I went in not expecting much but it ended up being an Issekai I can stand and even enjoy. On god has a decent story... with the spider. I'd be a liar if I didnt say I skipped some of the human parts just to get back to the best part of the show. 8/10.

Somali and the Forest Spirit: I'm so fucking nostalgic for this thing it makes me want to go and hug my dad. About a human girl under threat of being eaten with a monster-dominated world. Very obvious "humans fear what they don't understand" message but instead of the humans learning tolerance it's what happens when they get annihilated first so like, kudos for the mangaka for having the guts to do that. I cried like a baby regularly. It's really good, I watched the dub and ID WATCH IT AGAIN!!! 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Oh my god. O h my g o d. Fell in love on the first episode, ngl. About if an immortal being learned how to be a person from scratch. I love it. HOWEVER. Keep a box of tissues on you at all times because you're gonna need them. I'm only on EP7 because that's all that's out right now but just know. I love it. Not for everyone but certainly for my "what do we define as human and the human condition" ass. 12/10.

Those Snow White Notes: A sports anime without any sports. About shamisen playing which is cool because I never realized how cool this instrument was??? Its neat af. OP1&2 are by Burnout Syndrom so know theyre fire. Gonna be real, its pretty alright, but not extraordinary. You can tell they were using the characters as archetypes rather than actually characters which kinda kills a lot of the emotional value you could've had, but I'm still gonna watch it. It doesn't make me cringe as hard as other sports anime tho so I consider it toptier in that regards but if you're a big sports anime fan you might be bummed out by it. Every single musical performance is INCREDIBLE tho. A solid 8/10.

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun: THE ART OMFG IT'S SO GORGEOUS. Listen, if you took coptic markers and gave them an animation budget with some manga panel direction thrown in there, that's this anime. It's beautiful. Gorgeous. I'm in love with the aesthetic every second. Story? Really good. Characters? I love the MC and his evil little twin brother asshat. Demons? Not super imaginative but I'm carrying on happy as can be anyways. Dubbing? A bit shaky at times but I found the voices charming if a little off for some of them. I'm already waiting for the second season with popcorn at the ready. 10/10.

Prison School: I watched this directly after Hanako-kun and it was like I got slapped in the face by sweaty unwashed titties and some fedora wearing schmuck's piss kink. No character is likable or redeemable. I finished it, but at what cost? 2/10 and only because a character shit his pants and I laughed.

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle: watched this right after Prison School and it was NECESSARY tbh. Its so CUTE and honestly, im not even kidding you, the fucking funniest anime I've seen in months. I watched the dub and the VAs are having the time of their lives working on this anime not just giving it their all but literally just going ham. Its great. If I read this im sure id be bored outta my mind but the VAs giving it a joyous performance make it an insta fave for me tbh. 9/10.

Sk8 the Infinity: i watched the dub with my bro and I can confirm that its a spectacular show because we both loved it and we have vastly different tastes. Incredibly SUSPENSFUL AND STRESSFUL for an anime about skateboarding but we finished it in a single sitting tbh. The last episode is not dubbed for some reason but we still loved it. Like if Free! was less obnoxious but the only fan-service here is Joe ♡ a beefcake who owns my lesbian heart. I think there's exactly one named female character tho and I legit couldn't tell you what it was if there was a gun to my head. So, over all, 9.5/10.

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: I'm going to be entirely honest, I went in thinking it was going to be a boring isekai of no value. I was right about the Isekai part. It was honestly pretty interesting and focused on nation building like you're playing civilization rather than the usual "Get Stronger" narrative or "Get Some Pussy" narrative most isekais take which is delightfully refreshing. Granted there are flavors of that in this which means it doesn't alienate the big isekai watchers out there, but it's not the whole dish and it doesn't make me want to cringe the same way others do. You've got a slime MC just vibing and building a nation of monsters nbd. Does lose points for making the female monsters more humanoid than their male counterparts but makes them back by only doing perfunctory fan-service and nothing that makes me want to cry... except the butt sumo episode but in fairness it was all a terrible dream. Literally, the MC refuses to dream anymore after that. solid animation, decent voice acting, decent story, made me realize how HUGE this is in the Light Novel community???? There's like 18 fucking novels and that's WILD. 8.5/10.

MANGA:

Spirit Photographer Saburo Kono: a one shot special by the mangaka of The Promised Neverland! Honestly a really delicate touch of both super creepy and really touching, and I'm not gonna lie I'm bummed that this isn't a bigger project but the single chapter makes it a good taste for their style. I've been wondering if I wanna read/watch The Promised Neverland and now I think I will. 10/10

Deranged Detective Ron Kamonohashi: from the mangaka of Hitman Reborn comes this Sherlock and Watson derivative! Not even 20 chapters out yet with a sort of spotty schedule, I honestly love it even thought it's exactly as you expect. HOWEVER. Kamonohashi the "Sherlock" character uses mental pressure to kill all confirmed murderers and it's up to Toto the "Watson" character to save all those people before Kamonohashi kills them! It's just recently introduced a "Moriarty" family of crime lords (not a big spoiler don't worry it was obvious) so the tension surrounding Ron's past is amping up rn. Personally, I think the art is GORGEOUS, the characters engaging, and the story quick enough to keep my interest. Most mysteries are solved within a chapter or two so you're not stuck 20 chapters into one locked room mystery which is just peachy tbh. RN, 10/10. If this gets an anime, I anticipate a legion of fangirls who ship the two main characters along with their many friends. I've been alive too long to believe otherwise.

Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro: Yeah I read the manga after I watched the show. A slower build than the anime, but it works for the format, if theyd done the same with the show then I don't think it wouldve done as well. Honestly? Cuter tbh but just as horny. You dont start really LEARNING about your character until like, chap 65 tho and no real "drama" happens until like 75. A good chunk of the chapters are like 8pgs so its a breeze to get through. I love these slow burn idiots of the century. 9.5/10 because you can DEFINITELY tell the mangaka does hentai too.

Yugen's All-Ghouls Homeroom: one-shot by the mangaka for Food Wars, it's no wonder there's this constant perviness from the MC, a guy who can see and exorcise spirits. Takes place at an all girl's finishing school with KICK ASS monsters tbh, kinda bummed its not longer. The MC? Blatant monsterfucker who is also a CONFRIMED monsterfucker???? Idk i vibe with that single emotion. Everything else is hit or miss. 7/10 for monsters and cool concept, lost points for the MC very pointedly being okay with admitting he'd wait for the teenagers to be adults tho. Creepy af. Could live without that.

Hell's Paradise: I finished the entire 127chps in 3 days and I was really enthusiastic about it 90% of the time thinking about how deep it was and then I actually thought about it and I ended up being very neutral about the whole thing tbh. The art is fantastic tho, but DEFINITELY deserving of the M rating. Tits. Tits everywhere. But not tits to be ecchi over, no, monster hermit tits on beautiful women-ish figures. Now generally I give that a pass but a huge theme in the story is that men and women are "no better than one or the other" but like, lady tits are what you see 99% of the time. Men tits are few and far between. I call bullshit on most of the "deep" themes is what I'm saying, so it's like the mangaka was trying for those deep thoughts but missed the margin a little too far for my preference. That being said, the MC is a married man who loves his wife which automatically makes him my favorite character so like... idk so many good things, so many misses, but overall really spectacular themes and imagery. Unique but classic all at once. It's getting an anime and I have NO IDEA how much censorship they're gonna be doing but they're going to be doing SO MUCH. Oh yeah, and one guy is a plant/human hybrid who fucks a 1000 year old plant-hermit which makes him a canon monster fucker. And one canon non-binary character who I, a nonbinary, actually like. So like... gosh I've got mixed feelings. 8.5/10.

Choujin X: From Sui Ishida, mangaka to the mega hit Tokyo Ghoul comes this brand new manga!... Of one chapter, lol. Not really binge-y because it's just the one chapter out right now but I'm already keeping my eye on it. The grasp on anatomy in the art is PHENOMENAL and you can see Ishida flexing his art skill which is great. Can't give a true rating but I'm giving it a tentative 9/10 because I'm excited to see more.

Shag&Scoob: technically not a manga, its an ongoing webcomic I binged an subscribed to in one day and I just think it deserves more attention. Starts off funny with "what if Scooby Doo had a gun" and has been led to "what if all cartoons are aliens that survive and receive their powers by the humans that love them in an epic war with Martians." On god, its good. I finished the current series in a couple hours so it's a breezy read, highly recommend it. 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Yeah I watched the anime and then finished all current 143 chapters in like 3 days. GOD IM WEAK. I don't buy physical manga unless I know I want to remember the story forever and I'm already budgeting for the current books out. Yeah, this is a good series. That being said, definitely not for the faint of heart or those who suffer under common triggers like suicide, molestation, death, etc. It's all framed as bad and necessary to the story don't get me wrong, but it's there and has lasting affects on the characters. Incredible story telling by the creator of A Silent Voice. Keep tissues nearby at all times. 12/10.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Multipart Commission work - Harry Hook x Reader - Prince behind the Pirate - part 14 - break

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You stared blankly at the seat in front of you, blocking out Leah’s rambling. You looked down at your heels, glaring at the pink skirt laying on your thighs.

Leah had forced you back into your “princess” outfits, chucking your precious pirate style pink and blue leather jacket into the trash. Thankfully your grandpa had dug it out and hid it back in a servants closet who was already delivering it back to your dorm.

“we've arrived” Leah muttered, pinching your arm and nodding to the castle “behave, and smile.” You gave a shallow nod and took a deep breath, straightening your back and exiting the car as the chauffeur opened your door.

“Queen Leah, princess (y/n), an honor to have you here!” Grimsby took a bow to you and Leah, stand up straight and gesturing to the castle “please, come in!”

Leah nodded and jerked her head to the castle at you, pressing her lips together in a smile. You grinned at Grimsby and nodded “yes, thank you for having us!” he smiled back and led you and Leah into the main hall.

“Ariel and Eric are just outback, Jordan is up in his room and will be joining us in a moment outback, now please follow me”

You followed after Leah, looking down at your shoes, letting your façade drop for a moment.

You felt tears burn at your eyes again, but you forced them down and took a deep shaky breath, looking up and putting on that cheerful princess mask.

You stepped outside, grinning brightly as Ariel stood from the edge of their pool, running over to hug you “(y/n)! oh hello dear! How are you doing?” she pulled back and her brows furrowed and her smile diminished a bit. You smiled and patted her hands on your shoulders.

“im doing great! You?” Ariel stared at you for e moment before shaking her head, grinning.

“amazing, now, there are some snacks over there, and Jordan will be down in a moment.” She pointed to the other side of the yard, a large circle table holding multiple snacks and sweets, ranging from watermelon to truffles.

“thank you” you nodded, separating from her and walking over to the table, grabbing your (fave sweet). You zoned out as you watched the ocean waves roll on the shore.

Something flashed in your mind, a picture of you and harry walking along the shore, hands interlocked as you just talked.

Your breath hitched and you quickly rubbed your face, forcing away the tears again.

“Jordan! Come come!” you turned, sighing as the red-haired teen stepped outside, looking around as he did.

“hey mom” he muttered, accepting her quick hug and looking to Leah. “queen Leah” he bowed, Leah nodded her head and glanced over at you.

“prince Jordan, I assume you know my granddaughter (y/n)?” Jordan's blue eyes locked with yours, and you gave a smile, swallowing down the scream that wanted out.

“I believe so” he nodded, raising his brows as his dad pushed him toward you.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other while the three of us talk” Jordon nodded, walking up to you and nodding towards the beach.

“would you walk with me?” you nodded slowly and looked to your grandmother, whos cold eyes peered into yours.

“yes, that sounds lovely” you smiled, turning and letting Jordan lead you away.

You scanned him up and down, brow-raising as you looked at his pants.

They were cuffed….his nails were painted too.

Huh...

=

It had been an awkward ten minutes of walking around, your arms swinging behind your back. But then you couldn’t keep it in anymore. “um, weird question” Jordon looked at you oddly, raising his brow “are you-?” you lifted your hand and flipped it down, tilting your head.

Jordan's eyes widened before he burst out into laughter, nodding “oh-oh hell yeah” a tear slipped down his face as he laughed “im-oh gosh, im so fucking gay you don’t even-fuck have you seen Jay?! That dude is fucking hot how could I not be gay!”

You sighed in relief and started to laugh with him, the tension you felt disappointing “oh god…wait do your par-“ Jordan winced and shook his head.

“no…they-I think they would support me but…im not ready yet” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck “Melody is the only one who knows…and Sebastian”

You hummed and nodded, looking off to the sea. “siblings find out as soon as they look at you” you giggled, Jordan snorting and nodded.

“yeah pretty much….Audrey?”

“bi as fuck” you snickered “shes gay as fuck for girls but shes bi” Jordan giggled and shook his head, crouching down and folding his arms, leaning his chin on them.

“oh boy, this is one big mess ain't it?” he sighed, you groaned and sat down next to me.

“tell me about it, I haven’t even told Harry about this” you ranted, hitting your chest to remove the lump.

Jordan perked up, raising his brows “Harry? Wait you have a boy?”

You gave him a sad smile and shrugged “had…..Leah blackmailed me, marry you and she signs the document allowing more vks including Harry, but I can never contact him again or, don’t marry you and she makes me leave him to rot on the isle” you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, the hot liquid running down your cheeks and dropping into the sand.

“oh shit” Jordan muttered, pulling you into a hug “that-that fucking sucks” you sniffed and rubbed your cheek against his arm.

“i-wont ever see him again….god fuck” you gasped and squeezed your eyes shut.

“….were gonna figure something out, I promise” Jordan muttered, rubbing your head.

“…..” you sniffed, sighing and leaning your head back, feeling the sun on your face.

=

Harry paced around in the little dream world, (y/n) had yet to arrive. it was late, so why wouldn’t she be here?! She had a pretty good sleep schedule!?

“Harry” he spun around, a bright grin blooming on his face….before it dropped.

“(y/n)…are yeh alright?” he strode over to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing his forehead to yours “love yer shakin’ “

“Ha-arry” you broke, sobbing and pressing your face into his chest “im-im sorry- ‘m sorry” you let out a small sob-scream, Harry panicking and holding you tighter, carefully kneeling to the floor and pulling you into his lap.

“lass what are yeh sorry for?!” he cooed, running his hand through your hair and pulling it back from your face, some stray strands sticking to your cheeks “love?”

“i-im marrying someone” Harry's heart shattered, and he pulled away, standing and stumbling back, his horrified ocean blue eyes staring into your broken ones “I don’t want to Harry! My grandmother is forcing me to!” you pleaded, reaching out to Harry, hardly able to breathe through your sobs.

Harry's heart turned to dust as he listened to you, he dived back into your arms, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly.

“my love I am so sorry” he whispered, “why is she-“

“If I do, she’ll let you off the isle, all of you, but if I don’t-“ your voice broke, more tears running down your face, soaking Harry's shoulder “the document will never be approved and she’ll make me leave you here to die and I cant-I can't I just can't do that!” you screeched, your body shaking intensely “but when you-when you come over, she said I can never see you again and-and if I- if she finds out we talk she’ll send you back and I can't have that I need you in Auradon and alive and-“ you couldn’t stop rambling, your eyes wide.

“(y/n), princess please, deep breathes” Harry cooed, pulling you away from him and cupping your cheeks “you’re hyperventilating”

“Harry im so sorry” Harry shushed you, kissing your forehead. “lass you had no control in her decision, well figure this out”

“im sorry, im sorry, im sorry” you muttered over and over, your fingers drifting through his jacket.

“love…(y/n) whats-(Y/N)?!?!” Harry grabbed for you, screaming as his arms drifted through you “NO whats- what are you?! (Y/N)?!”

“im sorry” you sobbed, laying your hands between your knees and pressing your face to them “im so sorry”

“(y/n)!” Harry reached out for you, crying out as his hand went through you and you disappeared, “NO!” the world around him started to crack, the cherry blossom tree above him turning grey, its blossoms dying and turning to ash. “noNonONO! PLEAse nO!” the mountains in the distance crumbled, the earth beneath him breaking, sending him into the abyss.

“(Y/N)!!!” he screamed.

Harry shot up in bed, tears streaming down his face…..” why” he croaked, falling back and letting out a heart-wrenching sob, tossing an arm over his eyes “why?”

-end of part 14-

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[babiedeku]

hallo! can i request a swan lake au with tanjirou? particularly at the part where the swan tries to stop the prince making a vow to the wrong girl, but fails, and now tanjirou must defeat the wizard muzan in order to save the reader. he then defeats the wizard and angst happens which is turned into a happy ending in which the swan curse is lifted and they live happily ever after and what not (*´ω｀*)

hi omg its finally here! after so long! im really sorry it took me forever but i hope you like it somehow! :”( thank you again for the request anon, this one was fun to write! - marianne

One thing’s for sure, Tanjirou wouldn’t be in this situation if he had just listened the Swan Queen’s, (Y/N)’s, warning. He had just brushed it off, thinking it was just some absurd lore that was passed down through word of mouth to warn people from being too trusting of strangers and that not everything is what they seem at first glance.

Who - ? Tanjirou just saw you flee into the woods, wearing nothing but a white silk night dress.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness?”

Bringing back his attention to the person in front of him, (Y/N), or at least a very convincing clone of the said queen. “Drop the guise,” Tanjirou’s voice was even despite the anger that was bubbling deep within him, and his hand was itching to reach for the hilt of his sword, but he remained still in front of the imposter. “Muzan.”

A low sounding laughter echoed throughout the room, the sickly smell of burning skin hit Tanjirou’s nostrils - it was the foulest and most evil smell he has by far encountered, how had he not noticed it before? - your beautiful and ethereal features sloughing off to slowly reveal the demon sorcerer himself, red eyes keenly looking Tanjirou over. “I’m impressed,” He said, voice soft but as cold as the winter breeze. “you’re the first to have caught on this early,” The pool of melted skin sitting at his feet.

The first?  There have been a number of nobles and royals that have been killed, their kingdoms left to rot with no one ruling over them. The said kingdoms commoners would later on be found massacred, their blood soaking the lands, bodies mangled from only the gods know what. The stench arising from the dead was horrendous to Tanjirou and his keen sense of smell, and the scene of all those corpses were ingrained into his brain, the subject of his recurring nightmares.

To think that this man, Muzan, was the one who was responsible for all those innocent people’s deaths. This monster, as he continues to breathe and roam the lands, is an insult to their deaths.

“Oh, Tanjirou, my love,” Muzan mocked the young prince, his mouth was moving but your sweet and gentle voice was all that Tanjirou could hear, he could also almost see you vaguely.

Tanjirou’s breath hitched. Don’t, he thought, steering himself from trying to run up to you and wrap you in his arms. This madman was trying to get a rise out of him.

“I haven’t told you how absolutely delicious your family was, and how lovely they looked in their own blood.”

Something snapped inside of Tanjirou, it was as if there was a dam within him that was holding back all his anger and frustration, and his pent up anger was washing over him in waves. To massacre entire kingdoms to be able to gain power and impersonate the woman he’s in love with to be able to do the same with him and the kingdom he reigns over was one thing, but to also bring up his family in such a way and in your voice was something else - that’s where he fucking draws the line.

Drawing his sword, he pressed the tip to Muzan’s throat, with just enough force to draw a little blood. “You are a being that should not be allowed to exist.” Tanjirou said, face devoid of any emotion, but his words were dripping with venom.

“I am this close to being the perfect creature, and once I am able to feed on you and your pathetic subjects, I’ll be able to move on to other regions in Japan.”

The way he referred to himself was odd, ‘creature’? Tanjirou was confused, but he tabled that for a later thought, right now he had more pressing matters than think what Muzan is. “All this for wanting to take over the country?”

Muzan laughed, a cold breeze accompanying the humorless laughter. “You belittle me, prince?”

Darkness suddenly enveloped the room, even the late afternoon rays of the sun was obscured, leaving Tanjirou blind and surrounded in pitch black darkness.

“The last person who crossed me got turned into a swan.” The sorcerer’s voice echoed all throughout the room. “give me your kingdom, and i promise your death will be quick and painless.”

A swan? Could it be - ?

You had mentioned in passing, one night when he snuck out of castle grounds to come spend some time with you by your lake, about being turned into a swan as a punishment for defying the orders of a sorcerer who threatened to take over your kingdom.

His anger would be handled later, and perhaps an apology for being too dismissive of what had happened to you.

Tanjirou was calm despite being engulfed in darkness and having a sorcerer flitting around the throne room. His oddly keen sense of smell can easily pinpoint where Muzan was, if he could just -

A pained gasp left his lips, a searing pain on his left side suddenly bombarded his senses, as his hand slowly met the warm liquid on his side.

Taking a deep breathe to calm his nerves and steel himself, he tightened his grasp on the hilt of his sword.

Breathe.

Calm your mind.

His nostrils felt like they were burning with the horrid stench of burning flesh enveloping him. But, this was one of the many reasons why he treasure his keen sense of smell, because despite being literally kept in the dark and blindsided by his enemy, there would be moments that the smell of a silver lining would make itself known to Tanjirou, a thread of sorts that helps him pinpoint where his enemy’s location and weaknesses are.

And right now, it was right behind him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Tanjirou turned around and brought his blade down onto Muzan as swiftly as he could, hoping he at least caused some sort of damage to the sorcerer.

The darkness slowly dissipated, revealing Muzan with a deep gash on his right eye and cheek, his blood gushing out as his veins stood out against his pale skin with a black shade.

“Pest,” The sorcerer spat, but gave the young prince a bloody smile. “you never seem to vanish, don’t you?”

Tanjirou nodded, his world was blurry and his head was heavy due to the blood that he was losing, but he would be damned if he can’t somehow defeat this monstrosity that stood before him and save the girl that has set his heart aflame. “Takes more than blood lust and thirst for power to rid me from this world.”

Muzan cackled, somehow truly bemused with the humans standing before him. “It is truly annoying how you pathetic human’s just don’t stop fighting -”

He stopped mid sentence, a sickening sound was heard along with a pained groan from Muzan, and then right before Tanjirou’s eyes, he fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

“I think a thank you is in order right about now,” You spoke, a small smile on your lips.

Tanjirou was rooted to his place, eyes wide and mind going blank as he stared at you standing in front of the crumpled sorcerer with a sword that probably belonged to one of the armors that lined the hallways. You were still in your white silk night gown, that was a little too sheer to his liking and left little to the imagination, making a blush erupt on the poor prince’s handsome features, and you were soaked in sweat and had some blood here and there - but god, you were still the most beautiful woman he has ever had the pleasure of meeting.

He wanted to weep at your feet, take you in his arms, apologize for not listening to you, and even give you a robe to cover yourself up, but he would save those for a time where the both of you were not involved with a madman sorcerer.

“But,” Your voice breaking him out of his trance, you grabbed his hand and ran  through the winding hallways of his castle. “we have to run, that was just something to buy us some time,”

“Right,” Was all Tanjirou’s mind could think of to say, his mind was going hazy with the blood loss, but he was sure that he would run to the ends of the earth with you.

Finally outside of the castle walls, both of you ran toward your small lake where you would, even if by a fraction, have the upper hand when it comes to confronting Muzan.

“Leaving so soon?” The voice sent chills down both of your spines, the night sky was slowly getting darker as each second passed. “Disrespectful to just leave a guest lying in their own pool of blood, Queen (Y/N).”

You glared at the man, hovering just behind you, dark cloudy wisps surrounding him. “You were no guest, you were unwelcomed in the first place.”

Muzan was unhappy with his spiel being rebutted, he growled and lunged at the pair.

Looking to the young prince beside you, all you could give him was an apologetic look because you knew that jumping into a lake from the tears of another person is not something that everyone would want to do. With no further explanation to jumped into the lake with Tanjirou in tow.

Tanjirou was not expecting this, he was not prepared for the plunge and his lungs were ready to get oxygen in them, but he knew any other movements would be futile underwater.

You grasped his hand a little tighter, hoping that he would somehow be reassured that he is not alone in the hellish nightmare unfolding before their eyes.

After a few more painful seconds a distant bellow was heard, along with the sudden flash of bright light.

Tanjirou was the first so break to the surface, gasping for air as he tried to survey his surroundings, looking for any signs of Muzan that could still be lurking in the very woods.

“Gone,” You gasped beside him, finally going up for some much needed air. “H-he’s finally gone,”

Tanjirou was relieved to finally have Muzan banished from the world, he hoped that the souls of all those innocent people, and his family, are at peace knowing that Muzan no longer walks the earth.

You were also beside him, hands still intertwined as the both of you stood in the lake.

He could feel the tears from the pent up anger, fear, exhaustion, and relief finally forming in the corner of his eyes - he was just so glad to finally have you with you him where he could make sure that the both of you live a happy, prosperous, and safe life together.

The two of you were silent for a few moments before Tanjirou finally threw himself onto you for a hug - it lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away, because he doesn’t want to over step your boundaries. “I’m sorry, I-I should have-” His profuse and heartfelt apologies went on for a full minute before you decided to stop his rambling with a quick kiss to the lips.

“Stop apologizing, my prince,” You smiled at the blushing boy. “I’m just glad I finally get to be with you,”

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

SHOOT ME | LEE JENO [Pt. 4]

Content: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

Summary: They called her brave and fearless but even the best female warrior has her own fears, hers happened to be love and his happened to be losing her.

SERIES PART 4

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 5

“Im sorry but i’d rather stay where I am” Y/n smiled at the queen before continuing “As much as I love our kingdom, my true passion is protecting it your majesty”

The queen nodded with a half-hearted grin on her lips, she didn’t like Y/n’s reply but she realized how much the girl cherished what she did.

“May I ask you something Y/n?” The queen questioned.

“Yes your majesty”

“Are you in love?”

The words came out so softly, so calmly yet she didn’t know what thunderstorm she started on the girl’s mind. It happened so suddenly, it caught her off-guard but what she said as a reply shocked her even more.

“Yes, I am your majesty”

The queen genuinely smiled, “With who my child?”

Y/n hesitated.

Jeno’s face seemed to pop up on her mind so casually. Beside the queen, Jaemin watched the way Y/n’s face seemed to glow suddenly and that’s when he realized that he’d have to find another maiden to marry.

“With Jeno, your majesty” The lass finally answered unaware that Jeno was outside the door listening to their conversation with the biggest grin on his face but it was turned into a frown when shouting started to erupt.

“It’s an ambush!”

He looked beyond the big window where the view of the town below could be seen and he saw fireballs getting ready to be shot up. He barged into the room of the queen and immediately warned them.

As the two royal bloods ran away, he was left with Y/n.

“Let’s go” he held her hand, their fingers seemingly intertwining with eachothers.

As they ran out the room, the sorcerer Huang Renjun made Y/n’s bow and arrow appear on her hands. After a brief nod, she found herself being dragged out by her partner.

The attackers were kilometers down from the hill the castle stood on.

It was enough space for them to do their “magic”.

Jeno slowly loosened his grip on Y/n’s hand as a sign to get ready.

The screaming got louder and the people running behind them panicked even more as they watched the light for the fireball gradually build up.

Jeno jumped off the hill and any person would call him crazy but one girl never did.

His wings grew fast, his body turned bigger and after a loud growl of frustration, there the emerald dragon appeared again. Y/n aimlessly threw herself down, trusting every bit of Jeno to catch her.

Then he did.

His wings flapped with heaviness, worrying that they wouldn’t make it in time.

While they quickly flew down the attack base, Y/n aimed her arrow to the closest person she saw..then boom!

“Ah!” His scream was oddly loud but Y/n was too focused to realize that her arrow hit him right in the head. As she shot more arrows while Jeno avoided their weak attacks gracefully, they realized that there was one person left.

He was right at the catapult aiming at the duo,

“It’s coming” Y/n muttered.

Then he fired.

Y/n watched as the red and orange hue touch the dragon’s eyes. She couldn’t do anything now. She had to trust him again and she hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint.

He didn't.

He fought fire with fire. Literally.

His heat was so strong it burned the fireball in front of us.

As I watched it blow-up like fireworks, the evident sweat on my face lessened, the harsh autumn wind seemed to hit harder. The screams of terror turned into screams of joy.

I finally let go of my last arrow and I watched it hit his heart like connecting dots.

“Did we do it?” I asked through my mind and his faint growl served as a yes.

“We did it”

[retvenkos]

Hi! Congrats Olive! That's amazing! 🔥 please? Okay Part 1: Im an ISFJ/INFJ, 6w7 and 4w3(i know i know you are only suppose to have 1 but i swear I’m both lol), And a slytherpuff! Straight female. I am very smiley and bubbly but am an introvert(or extroverted introvert) and can be super shy. I am extremely ambitious and loyal My friends call me optimistic and the happy one of the group but I actually suffer from chronic depression, OCD,  and major social anxiety.

Part 2: Also have abandonment issues due to my dad leaving. Can be overly emotional and sensitive. But I I love to laugh and find the positive in situations!  I am a very determined person, if I want something I won’t stop trying until I psychically can’t. When Im in expert in something I sometimes get a slight superiority complex, mainly when someone questions me on it, trying to work on that.I’m a Christian and my faith is very important to me!

Part 3 I LOVE to cuddle and hold hands and hugs but innocent otherwise. I have danced and done theater my whole life and love it and being on stage so much but ultimately decided to into video editing. I LOVE broadway and musicals but can’t sing for crap. I love pink and Disney(worked there twice) and nerdy stuff. Child at heart and old soul at the same time.  Oh and for Disney, Marvel, and Harry Potter please! Thanks so much!

Disney:

I ship you with Flynn Rider!

alright, we already know that flynn has a secret soft side to him, and i 100% believe that you unlock it without trying, on like, the second time you meet flynn.

i want to say that you met flynn fairly early on in his life - when he first got out of the orphanage and was still a thief in training. he probably made some dashing rescue when you were cornered by some thugs, and you thanked him with some coin and maybe a dinner? who knows. both of you are young and neither of you well off financially, so you share what little you have. when he leaves, you noticed he let you keep your money. so he’s a gentleman, huh?

he continues to find reasons to stop by your village, his excuses getting increasingly worse over time. on all of his visits, flynn seems to have the mission of getting to know you better - and you’re not going to easily reveal your secrets. after all, a girl’s gotta look out for herself, doesn’t she?

flynn learns that you are a very ambitious person with a lot of smarts that you’re proud of, and he likes your confidence - it’s something he’s had to build over a lifetime, so he loves the fact that it comes so easily to you.

he also loves your optimism. he used to have it, once, and it’s refreshing to find someone who truly and honestly believes in the world.

getting to know you is slow going, but it also takes time to get to know him, so fair is fair. and the more you learn about each other, the more you want him to stay. you, of course, know about his life on the run as a master thief, and he has hidden in your house plenty of times before.

what’s most interesting about your relationship is that flynn talks about the future with you. you know what you want to do with your life and are working towards it with all the tenacity in the world. you are headed in one direction and nothing can stop you, and that inspires flynn and reminds him of himself. and both of you are going to do all you can.

(if you want to get some angst in this headcanon set, maybe your ambitions take you to the castle - maybe you want to be a healer or someone who offers intellectual council, idk. anyway, your ambitions put you in direct opposition of flynn, and the two of you probably have a few run ins. and while there isn’t animosity and you always let him run free, there is a distance between the two of you. BUT, your time at court doesn’t work out and you have to go back to your roots - to flynn.) 

or! maybe you’re an actress in plays! you know that if you were, flynn would sneak into your shows to watch you and would leave you a single flower after your performance. 

you’re relationship is a lot of fun! it involves a lot of sneaking around, a lot of stolen, soft moments, and then talks at the kitchen table, with the candle burning low and all the world between you two.

ugh, i just love this concept.

Marvel:

I ship you with Peter Parker!

you and peter are the sweetest couple ever, two nerds who probably had feelings for eachother for a long time, but were too shy and awkward to mention them. 

since you mentioned video editing, can i propose the idea of you taking videos of spider-man, not knowing it’s peter? may i propose the idea of you making youtube videos about spider-man and kind of being his hype man in the early stages? may i suggest the idea that you are the reason why spider-man blew up online, and it stresses peter out to no end?

i really want peter to bring you into the fold and tell you that he’s spider-man because you’ve been bringing him a lot of attention and have started making theory videos on who he is and how he got his powers, and the stress of you possibly figuring out and telling the whole world is literally killing him.

then you can work to steer the evidence away from peter and to someone else, lol.

alright, but back to basics - you and peter both have altruistic goals! peter wants to make a difference and you do, too. you’re both kind of quiet in your goals but work toward them with a fervor, and it’s good for both of you to find someone with so much drive and willingness. 

also, the two of you are nerds! you can be nerds together! you would never have to hide your interests from peter and that is honestly such a relief. you definitely geek out over harry potter and all sorts of movies - you’re still trying to sell peter on paying attention to the full lore of star wars, but he really only listens for you and ned.

you both are a little sensitive, but you are able to work through that together. you both are unafraid to lean on the other and be vulnerable with each other, and that’s an exceptional trait to have, so the fact that you employ it so early on is good. 

peter, too, has that young at heart yet old soul vibe to him, and that’s because he’s had to struggle in life. he’s lost a lot of people and is poor, all of which ages him (mcu peter doesn’t really have this vibe, but other spideys do), and yet he is still a teenager! he’s still trying his best and wants to see the world! he has wonder in his eyes, and that makes him young again. you understand how he can be simultaneously both, which is good, because explaining that can be rough, and he also understand that in you. lots of mutual understanding is good for you - esp. since his life is so complicated, being spiderman.

oh! peter also loves watching bootl*gs of musicals with you. the two of you will hang out at his place, eating microwave popcorn while trying to enjoy the shaky video. peter talks a lot through movies, but it’s all good, because if you kiss his cheek, he gets flustered and goes very quiet for at least 10 minutes.

Harry Potter:

I ship you with Draco Malfoy!

okay, you gotta stick with me here, because i promise you i have some thoughts about this

i mostly get post-war vibes. i imagine the two of you didn’t interact a lot at school, and if you did, it was in passing - partners in charms once or twice, nothing that could make the two of you especially hate each other later in life.

i’m going all out and saying you both work in the ministry - in the same or similar departments, both of you working late into the night. you, because of your ceaseless ambitions and draco because working clears his mind from all the horrors of his past.

it first starts out that the two of you pass by each other at night, almost shutting off the lights on the other because you thought you were alone. i imagine that draco approaches you first - he has a problem that you can help him solve, and he’s pleasantly surprised by your pride in what you know and the vehemence with which you state the facts. he didn’t know you were so strong willed. it vaguely reminds him of himself, and that’s where the interaction ends.

after that, though, he’s bridged the gap. now, he’ll come over to you for advice on how to do some of his ministry work - you’re really good in a lot of areas, and you’re incredibly concise. when he comes over to your desk, you now ask him about some of your own challenging problems, and the two of you are work friends, now.

it’s a slow burn to end all slow burns, but eventually draco brings you a cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate one winter's night when the two of you are working late - his way to say thank you for all of your help. he’s not used to this - reaching out and being nice, but you inspire it in him.

one night he helps you walk some paperwork back to your house - some work you still have to do over the holidays - and he offers his help, if you need it.

i imagine that you don’t exactly want to call draco malfoy over to your apartment during the holidays, so you don’t, but when you realize how far you are behind, you call him over on a saturday and the two of you work all day. it’s mindless filing, mostly, so the two of you have time to talk, if you want to. draco’s pretty silent this whole time, but you are talkative and you eventually get him to crack. you talk about your earliest years at hogwarts. draco rolls his eyes at how dramatic he was and groans at some of his actions. (”remember when you made those “’potter stinks’ buttons? you had a button press in the slytherin common room and gave them out to everyone. i can’t believe snape let you keep a button press!”) the two of you have a lot of tea and you go to get lunch at a restaurant nearby, and when you’re walking back after your meal (where he laughed - actually laughed at something you said) he turns to you and sincerely apologizes for all that he was in his hogwarts years. and because there was never too much bad blood between you two, you shrug off his apology.

and it takes a lot of time for both of you to open up - and i mean a lot of time. you guys steadily become friends who tell each other everything, and it’s you who drags draco to parties with other school mates whom he reconciles with (although he still gives apologies to the main trio, quite often). because you’re a little more extroverted, you bring draco out of his shell while still being introverted in your activities.

you also take draco to your favorite muggle places - the theatre being one of them. i want to say that you go to see les mis or hadestown, because i feel like draco would actually really like those musicals. you also do a lot of movie watching, which draco loves. he gets to set aside his troubles for a few hours or so, and it’s nice.

a few more ideas - you teach draco to cook, you realise draco has a love for poetry and find it very sweet (but you lord it over him, of course), you gossip about your coworkers together, and you star gaze.

EVENTUALLY the two of you get together, and it’s just really sweet. draco’s not big on pda, but he will always give you his arm, or he will hold your hand, and the love is in the gentle stares and soft smiles.

[rewritingthestars]

A/n: whats up guys im not dead and I finally wrote a thing

 The kingdom of Evermore shines brightly underneath the never-ending light of the sun. Golden cities and silver towers cover the lands in spades, shimmering blindingly across the horizon. The City of White. The Sun God’s Temple. The half of the world that never is to sleep, and never to wake, as the moon will never come.

In the heart of Evermore, it’s castle sits high and proud, a golden marvel of wealth and power. It stretches far more vast than any other building for hundreds of miles, a city of it’s own making. In the center of the castle, a large square of land takes space within.

They call it the Garden for reasons unbeknownst to Neil, as not a single living thing grows on the marbled floors and chiseled statues. Neil places his hand on a nearby pillar, steadying himself with it as he tentatively steps into the Garden. A thick, warm liquid soaks between his toes and underneath his feet, unpleasantly sticking to his skin and sloshing around on the floors of the Garden.

Neil can’t see what it is but years of living in the castle and the sickening smell is more than enough insight into what is currently staining his skin. He ignores it as it is, pushing off of the pillar and slowly walking forward, step by counted step, reaching his hands out cautiously until they bump into a fountain made out of gold.

Neil sits down on the edge and stretches a hand out to press it into the waters that run from the structure, wondering if that too is stained red with blood. He thinks the dress he slipped on today was white but now there’s no way to tell what color it might have become.

“Seer.” Comes a voice from Neil’s left, and Neil sighs in aggravation.

“Tell them if they want me for another vision they’ll have to wait. I’ve spent the last twelve hours pushing my limits, I have no more to give.” Neil says sharply.

The guard bluntly ignores this, his steps making a disgusting sound as he treks through the blood and grabs Neil by the arm. “The King will not be denied.” The guard says before dragging him to his feet.

Neil slaps away the guard’s hand with a growl, glaring in an approximate direction of the man. “I’m blind not cripple, I don’t need you to walk me.”

“You know that’s not how this works.” He says, once again grabbing Neil’s arm and pulling him to follow, ignoring Neil’s curses and struggles.

Evermore has owned him since birth. A bird is branded into the back of his heel, one that’s been there since he was a baby, symbolizing the royal family. His father made him with every intention of him being a seer, a prophet. His mother’s bloodline has a history of seers, randomly passed down throughout generations, and Neil just happened to get the unlucky draw of power. Seers are rare, only a few ever around at the same time, if there are any at all. Wars have been fought and kingdoms have fallen for the control of a seer. The moment Neil revealed he had true sight he lost whatever hope of freedom he could have had.

His mother, foolishly, desperately, died for that dead idea of freedom. Neil wonders how long it will take before he will do the same.

He’s the reason the Moriyamas are still on top, are still fighting and winning wars and territories. It leaves a sickness in Neil, an anger knowing he’s helping the very people who have him held as their prisoner.

The guard throws him down with little warning and Neil falls to his knees painfully.

“You are dismissed.” A voice says blandly, but stern. The guard takes his leave, leaving Neil alone with the King.

“Seer,” Ichirou says, ”I need your eyes once more.”

“I have no more sight to give.” Neil says back. “My lord.” He spits out after.

A hand grips his chin harshly, tilting it up and forcing his neck to bend. “That was not a request. If you refuse me again Riko will have you for the week.” Ichirou says coldly, and Neil can’t suppress the shutter that takes over his body.

Neil lets out a shaky breath, “I will try, my lord.”

“Don’t try, do.” He says, releasing Neil’s chin, and presses a bowl of water into Neil’s hands.

Neil nods, gritting his teeth but holding his tongue for once.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, lowering his head and slipping a hand into the water.

His fingertips dance over its surface, feeling the ripples and waves it creates. Neil focuses on the dismal amount of power left within him after days of forced visions, and rips at it harshly and painfully, gasping hard at the tear, blood dripping out of his nose and into the bowl.

There’s a swell of burning heat to his flesh, but Neil can tell it won’t hold for long.

“What do you want to know.” Neil says, or probably says, maybe says. Neil is lightyears away from sound, infinitely removed from space and time itself. Ichirou’s words pass through and out of his memory, something of foxes and twilight, and Neil opens his eyes and sees.

The world is dark and misty, a tavern in front of him with rain falling around him. Palmetto, the kingdom of the night, the City of Twilight. The half of the world forever purged in darkness.

The tavern is filled with soldiers and people of importance, people that really shouldn’t hold a meeting in a shitty hole in the wall bar. King Wymack holds a conversation in the back room, surrounded by men and women arguing loudly, a shouting match soon to turn into a fist fight.

“Enough!” The King bellows, and the room goes quiet. He rubs at his temples harshly with a sigh. “We need ideas, not to kill each other. This was suppose to be a meeting on taking down the Moriyamas, once in for all, not a pissing contest!”

“We have an idea,” A man argues next to him. Kevin Day, Neil’s insight tells him, the traitor of Evermore. “You just aren’t listening.”

“It’s not that I’m not listening, it’s just a suicidal plan!” The King argues.

“We need to take out their seer.” Kevin plows on. “As long as they can predict our every move we have no chance.”

“And I agree with you.” The King says, “But there is no one here who can walk into that castle and come back alive!”

“If I volunteer can we wrap up this bullshit.” Another voices says boredly, almost emotionlessly. He’s short compared to his comrades, blond. Andrew Minyard, his insight supplies him though that doesn’t really help him know the man.

“You’ll die.” Reiterates the King.

“Anything is better than this.” Andrew replies blankly, and a man next to him, Nickolas Hemmick, makes a protesting noise, flailing his arms wildly.

“NO! No! What the fuck, Andrew, you can’t just walk into Evermore, are you serious?!” He shouts. Cousins, his insight says, and Neil hums in reply.

“Actually, out of all of us Andrew is the best candidate for doing this.” A girl says. Natalie Shields, his insight says, before pausing. Renee Walker, it corrects.

“He’s the only one here with any shadow training.” Renee explains, “If we can cause a distraction, it shouldn’t be as much of a risk.”

“But what distraction?!” A man identical to Andrew, Aaron Minyard, shouts out in frustration. “We don’t have the resources nor the men to stage a false attack!”

“But we don’t need the resources.” A woman says grinning with an idea. Danielle Wilds. “We just need to look like we do.”

“An illusion spell?” Says the man next to her, Matthew Bloyd. “Do we even have someone who could do that much magic?”

“I can do it.” Kevin says arrogantly.

A woman, Allison Reynolds, scuffs, ”You can barely light a candle, how the fuck are you gonna manage a full bodied attack?”

Kevin glares daggers at her but doesn’t relent, “I can do it.”

“With some help,” Renee suggests, “If we can get Jeremy from the Trojans in on this we might have a fighting chance.”

Sight leaves Neil suddenly and starkly, darkness flooding his vision and his body aching to remind him of reality. The bowl falls from his hands with a shatter and he gasps out, and chokes, his mouth full of blood and he coughs it out onto the palace floors. Blood steadily falls from his nose and the wetness on his cheeks warns him it’s also falling from his eyes.

It’s rare for Neil to be pushed to such a deadly extent and he can feel his body shake as it starts to fail on him.

“Tell me.” Ichirou says without remorse and Neil holds back a sob as pain rings throughout his body.

“Attack,” He grits out, “East side of the nest. They’re taking all the magic users they got and pushing through that point.” Neil lies.

“Is that all?” Ichirou presses.

“If I look anymore I’ll die.” Neil slurs out, right before collapsing onto the floors already slick with his own blood.

[twinfanfics]

The tale of the three head beast. The marching fishes (21/22)

WE ARE BACK!!

Fandom: Digimon GoT au.

Charaters: All the choosen children from Adventure, 02, Tamer and sometimes Frontier.

Ships: Taiyama, Joumi, Daiken, Takary, TakatoxYuri, RikaxRyo …

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag  3t3hb  on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs, but the King is must worried about cover his affair with the royal guard. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

And you can read all past chapters of the marching fishes in the links below or in AO3

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

ACT 1. ESCENE 2: THE WILL  

ACT 1. ESCENE 3: THE TRIP

ACT 1. ESCENE 4:THE SON

ACT 2. SCENE 1: THE ARRIVAL

ACT 2. SCENE 2: BROTHERHOOD

ACT 2. SCENE 3: MOTHER | **warning suicide attempt**

ACT 2. SCENE 4: THE BATTLE OF THE IKKAKU ISLAND

ACT 3. SCENE 1: THE INTERROGATION

ACT 3. ESCENE 2:  DELIVERY

ACT 3. ESCENE 3: RED DRESS

ACT 4. ESCENE 1:TRIAL

ACT 4. ESCENE 2: THE SAINT QUEEN

ACT 4. ESCENE 3:THE SPY

ACT 4. ESCENE 4: INTRUDERS

ACT 4: SCENE 5: THE BROKEN SWORD

ACT 5: SCENE 1: THE WIDOW

ACT 5: SCENE 2: WELCOME HOME

ACT 5 : SCENE 3: FAITH

ACT 5: SCENE 4: LIONHEART

ACT 5: SCENE 5: THE PRICE TO PARADISE

One day past, and then another, and another, and another. 

All he want was to back to normality, back to the long days haunting on the forest and the short nights on the arms of his lover. 

But all he get from Yamato was silence, coldness, indifference, sometimes even fear.

At the begining Taichi thought that he only needed time, a few nights to cry over his lost friend, that at some point the both would talk about it, but that time never came.

And everyday that past the air felt  thicker between them,  he want to scream and run and fight, but they put him against an enemy he would never beat, a bigger obstacule than Yamato´s  bitterners 

His sister talked  and whispered  and sang, always the same  nonsense, Hikari  continues all day every day, she join him for breakfast and dinner, she walked him around the halls of the castle and in the meetings with the council; and when she was not there, Koushiro was, and when they disappear and he finally could breath it was night, and he was left alone on his room with his wife. 

And Yamato guarded the room 

And Sora looked at him demanding something that he refuse to give 

And everything he could think about was Yamato outside the room 

 And the woman inside the room grew impatient, but also proud; she wasn´t going to beg and he wasn´t going to bend.  

In the morning Hikari was waiting for him outside the room, and Yamato looked at the floor and Taichi died for explain him that nothing happened, that he never touch her as he had touch him, but his little sister smile at him, and the routine begins again.

Days and nights, thoughts that what could be tormented him, he should stay on the island for the execution of Iory and Ken; he should never come back for the war; sometimes he wonder if it was bad luck that Kouji stroke that arrow... 

“What a wonderful moon” Hikari exclaim when the same cheerful voice,  maybe a little bit cheerful that the usual “you should rest, go to bed earlier tonight” 

As if he want that,  between the eyes of the lights and the lies of the crown it was the Kingdom, if something allowed him not to drown was his duty, his work, the only vow that he hadn't  broken, so he devoted himself, he worked late, hardly and constand.

“ If you need rest go to your room” he smiled stacking a pile of papers that could totally wait until next morning “ This is important Hikari”  He lied, in the corner of his eye it was Yamato, of course, silence Yamato guarding the door in the room when only he and his sister where, if only, if this time she would let them alone 

“Is not as important brother, you know...” a little red appear on her sister cheeks “this moon is a powerful augury, this night  could be the night” 

“The night?” 

“You know…” It was not the presence of his sister what bothered him, sometimes he felt that Hikari did not exist anymore, they had somehow replaced the sweet girl who was scared of the shadows, the annoying young woman who scolded him about his manners, who joked, who laughed, for one more of them, an endless recital of light proverbs, a tool for their scams  “because it such a beautiful full moon” she mamble 

“ the moon?” but behind her rosy cheeks Taichi somehow saw a glimpse of his little sister “ should I let my work because of the moon?” 

“Brother!” Hikari was there “You may not know, but the moon is a light vessel, its dictade the fluctuations of the soul, enlight the spirit, especially those from  women” she avoided his eyes “and I don't ask you to quit your job, just to focus on one of greater importance” 

Taichi late a minute to catch up on her words “What you want Kari?”

“Is not about what a i want brother! is more about what I know” she lowered her voice Was she trying to prevent Yamato from listening to them? 

“I dont think you know as much as you think”

“I have been studying the texts, I have looked at the stars, I have prayed every day since your return, I have ..."  she stuttered "I have monitored the fluctuations in the queen's body, believe me, toning must be the night”  the knight at the door turn around 

He stand up, livid in anger and shame  “you have no right!”

“Brother!” 

“Dont you dare!” he feels the rage burning his skin “Dont call me brother when you act like nothing more that a priest!”

“I only want the best for you!”

“The best for me? is this the best for me? did I look like the best I had been? HOW?! How you have time for stars and book and prayers when you are watching me all day?!”

“I´m not…”

“Yes you are! Do you think i don´t know? that I´m stupid?! You are here talking about trues and life and you lie and kill”

“I never…”

“You are killing me Hikari, don´t you see? all this pat that your light draw end with my death” he laughs, sitting again “ you are just like the rest of them, are you still my sister Hikari? are something of you still there?”

“What do you mean? of course im your sister”

 “Then talk to me,  ask me if I want any of this, act as if you care when I´m suffering!”

“Of course I care! but brother you must know, suffering is how we gains forgiveness, sacrifice  will give us the eternal paradise, is the only way for The Light to enter in our souls “ the words of a priest, Hikari spoke with such a devotion, Taichi was sure she believes every single line “Only through suffering can we atone our sins”

“what do you know about my sins?”

she said nothing but her eyes move to the door 

“Live me alone sister” His voice drop a shadow between them 

“I cant…I have orders ”

“orders from who? You are nothing more than a lady of the court” 

“I´m a sister of The Light!”

 “No you are not! you are  a tool! a pretty face that they train to recitate old passage! They haven't even let you give the votes!, did you know why? “ he stand up “because you are the princess of the mountains, you are the key to our parents titles and everything than you are doing to me sister, they are gonna force on you too!  and I remind you I'm still the damn King of all the living land and I command you to leave me alone!”

She shook and tremble, her little body looked like it would broke 

“Yes your majesty”  a little bow, not a single tear  “ I must inform you that the queen is waiting for you on your chamber” she walk out,  not before calling Yamato to follow her,  finally leaving him alone.

And felt alone indeed, not Hikari or Yamato turn back to looked at him when they walk away, he knew he had lost his sister, it was not sudden; slowly the claws of The Light had dragged her for years until they took control of her entire body, there was nothing he could do to get her back, but Yamato … 

Taichi leaves his study and walked with the head up and stop in front of the door with no guards, sacrifice would bring him paradise. 

Sora was sitting near to the window, holding a book she wasn't reading, it wasn´t even midnight when her husband appear. 

“You are late” you stupid, stupid man 

“I know” she didn't expect him to talk back, he never did,  He took so long but finally walked until her and took her hand, one knee on the floor “I need to know, did you want a son? is really your wish or is a mandate of The Light?” 

She move with confusion, only Taichi ever ask for what she want 

“I want a heir, I don't want the legacy of my father to died with me” he expect sincerity “and I… I wish for a baby, I want to be a mother it has nothing to do with The Light” 

“ fine, then I'm gonna need your word” 

“My word?” she was used to be ignore by him, but this? Taichi suddenly care and for onces she was completely lost 

“Yes, the promise that you won't kill me as soon as you have a heir” 

“I would never do that!” she rush and dear heaven he touch her shoulder; he had no right, when was the last time anyone touch her? was that his fear? that was what was holding him back?  a hope that she thought dead blooms 

“Promise me that you won't let them kill him” a stupid woman for a stupid man “Promise me….” 

“And what about the promises you made to me?  what about your lies? how you dare to ask me for anything!” 

“You need it to be my son” who was that men? why the sudden confidence? “promise me that you won't let them kill him”  he repeat “promise me that Yamato would be alright” the audacy

She thought in refuse, but only the fools fight a battle already lost. 

“You have my word” she didn't need his heart anyway, she only needs his body, his  touch, his hands, his strong arms took her and carried to their bed “But you must never lie to me again” 

That's smile, he closed his eyes and stroked her skin, what a horrible way to be a gentleman, if only she care, if only they had not already passed the point of no return. 

 She undress herself, he do the same. 

If it was a defeat, she hope every failure in life feels that good

[sailorshadzter]

more jonsa because yah, lets face it im obsessed.

When Jon went into her chambers, he thought she slept before the fire for she sat so still. But as he quietly approached her side, he could see her blue eyes were wide open, staring hard into the burning flames in the hearth. Ghost lay at her feet and he raised his head when he heard his first few footsteps. Sansa on the other hand did not hear him approach and so Jon took a moment to take in the sight of her there, pale and exhausted as she surely reflected on the meeting they'd just had. "Sansa..." He spoke the syllables of her name as softly as possible, but she still yet jumped at the sound of his voice. She turned to face him there, her piercing eyes finding his for several long moments. But then her face relaxed and she turned back to the fire without a word, the flames mirrored in her eyes. Jon did not speak as he took hold of the other chair, drawing it up to sit beside her.

Neither of them spoke for what could have been hours, Jon had lost count of the time as he usually did whenever he was with her. Sansa had that way about her... To make him forget all else. She often captivated him in a way no one else ever had, in a way he couldn't even explain. He had found himself thinking of her more often, seeking her counsel at any given chance. And when apart, it was her that he thought of, it was her that he worried about. He could not help but to worry for her, especially after all she'd been through. It had taken every ounce of self control to keep himself from knocking Ramsay off his horse and beating him until there was nothing left. Nothing would make him happier than to watch the light go out of that bastard's eyes, especially after knowing the truth of what he'd done to Sansa.

She had not told him everything, he was certain, and what she had told him was more than enough. And after seeing her appearance that first day some weeks ago... Feeling how frail she'd been beneath his embrace had told Jon everything he'd needed to know. Of course Brienne of Tarth had spoken with him privately as well, she had been the one to seek a healing woman rather than a maester for Sansa, knowing her charge would prefer it without ever saying so. Ever since that first day, his anger had begun to fester, growing stronger and stronger. He was suddenly consumed with doing right by her and their family and taking back Winterfell was the only option. Jon had vowed to protect her and protect her he would. Nothing would stop him from destroying Ramsay and his army, nothing would prevent him from taking back Winterfell. Jon would honor his promise to her, no matter the costs to himself.

He opened his mouth to speak- there were so many things he wanted to say, after all- but suddenly he felt Sansa's head against his shoulder, her long red hair falling into his lap. Jon felt his hand twitch, his fingers eager to run through the length of her locks, wanting to feel how soft they would be against his skin. "I had forgotten what it felt like to have hope..." she was speaking quietly, so quiet that Jon had to strain to listen to her words. "Thank you, for that. For helping me to hope again." Jon felt his heart turn over, knowing he could not fail this girl. He could never let her return to that monster's clutches. No matter what, he had to win tomorrow. Silently, he slid his arm around her shoulders, drawing her as close as he could into his grasp. "But I mean what I said Jon." She tilted her head back to look up at him, their faces so close he could have covered her mouth with his own. "I won't go back to him." Her blue eyes were unwavering as she suddenly sat up, still facing him, his arm hung limply around her shoulders. Her hair unbound was shifting across her shoulders and as he drew his hand back, he could run his fingers through the length of it, relishing in just how soft it truly was.

"I won't ever let you go back to him." Jon reaffirmed then, his hand moving in to cup her cheek, fingers slowly tracing the outline of her cheek. She smiled beneath his touch, quite unlike how she'd have reacted some weeks ago. Jon felt a leap of pride in his chest as he realized just how far she'd come since finding him. It was then that her hand slid into place over his, keeping it in place against her cheek; Jon sucked in a soft breath as his eyes found hers, something unspoken fallen between them. This moment... It felt as intimate as it would with a lover and yet... It didn't feel wrong. In fact, it felt more right than anything in his life ever had. Slowly he moved forward, watching to ensure there was no pull back from her, before he did the only other thing he could think to do: he kissed her. Soft and slow, Jon captured her mouth with his, keeping himself aware of her reaction. She stiffened, but not from fear rather surprise, and it was a moment before Jon was about to pull back that he felt her yield to his kiss. She returned the kiss, inching closer to him as Jon slipped his arms around her, her own hands clinging to the front of his shirt. For several long, wonderful moments they remained like that until he broke the kiss for nothing else but to catch his breath, a laugh on his lips as he caught sight of her blushing but delighted face.  "Sansa, I..." But she was shaking her head, a laugh dying on her lips as she reached for him again. This time it was her pressing her lips against his, initiating a kiss that was stronger, more passionate than the one he'd just given to her. When she drew back it was to smile upon him, still blushing but her smile was radiant.

Though he opened his mouth to speak, there came a knock on her chamber door and at once he was springing to his feet, both of them turning towards the door as it opened. "My lady." Brienne of Tarth had arrived, glancing from both Sansa to Jon as she came into the room. "My lord, a meeting has been called by the Northern lords. A last minute battle plan." Jon nodded, sparing Sansa a quick glance over his shoulder as if asking her permission to go. Sansa smiled upon him and nodded, waving him away with a quick hand. Jon was smiling too, a smile Brienne had never seen on his usually somber face, and leaned over to kiss the crown of her head. And then he was gone, disappearing only after one last glance at her left him nearly breathless. "I thought I would find you in duress after encountering Bolton, but it seems Jon was right to come to you first." Brienne recalled how Jon had insisted it be him to go after her, to try and offer her some comfort. "I've not seen you smile like that." Sansa blushed beneath her words but merely shrugged her shoulders before rising up from her chair.

"Jon always knows just what to say," Sansa admitted with a smile, coming to stand just before Brienne. "Tomorrow everything changes." She looked up at her sworn sword, knowing besides Jon, this was her one true friend left in the world. Unless Arya and the others came back to her, Jon and Brienne were all she had left. Brienne gave a nod, understanding her completely, knowing that everything rode on the outcome of the battle. Brienne knew there was no option but to win, no option but to take Ramsay Bolton out. And she also knew Sansa had already thought everything through. There would be no returning to Winterfell unless it was as the victor.

She moved across the room to stand at the window that overlooked the courtyard of Castle Black, her hand raised, fingers tracing the outline of her lips. She could still yet feel Jon's against hers, could still yet feel the tug of his fingers through her long red hair. Nothing in all of her life had felt the way it had to have him kissing her, to feel his skin against her own. Anything that felt could not be so wrong, she reasoned with herself, knowing the outrage if they'd been discovered in such a way. Brienne... Brienne would never speak on it, but others would. And others would never understand. Sansa felt her heart twist but pushed such thoughts away. It had only been but one kiss after all. No, she rather focus on what was to come the following day. All the plans had been made, all the back ups set into place. She knew that tomorrow, truly everything would begin to change.

Tomorrow, her life would begin again.

[kiddoryder]

Birthday Puppet

Hey guys! I wanted to say thank you for liking my first Hazbin Hotel fanfic and my OC. I really appreciate it!

 Anyway this new fanfic introduces my other Hazbin Hotel OC Lucius! The nephew of Sir Pentious, and it’s his birthday which is uncle got a special surprise for his nephew that don’t sit well for Charlie and the others.

 So relax and enjoyed the story! @vivziepop

 At a fancy Victorian Castle (Idk where he lives but I can picture it’s something fancy) Sir Pentious was ordering his Egg Bois to set up a party. They were in his stage room setting up the party and the egg Bois was working hard and fast.

 Sir Pentious - “Hurry up and set up those balloons!”

 All Egg Bois - “Yes boss!”

 Egg boi 21 - “Hey boss! What’s the party for anyway?”

 Sir Pentious angrily grabbed the egg boi with his tail. This made him and the other egg Bois scared and jealous that Pentious grabbed one of them.

 Sir Pentious - “Haven’t you been listening?! Today is my nephew’s Lucius birthday. This year his parents decided to let him to spend it with me. And this party gotta be perfect!”

 Sir Pentious then heard the door knocking.

 Sir Pentious - “He’s here!”

 Sir Pentious threw the egg boi away and quickly slithered to the door. He opened the door and there was his preteen nephew Lucius. Lucius looks similar to his Uncle, but he was more humanmade since he has legs. Lucius has gray hair, wearing a white shirt, a black tie, gray vest, black pants, and black shoes with white spats. He was also holding a book bag.

 Lucius - “Hello Uncle Pentious.”

 Sir Pentious - “Hello Lucius! Happy birthday my boy. Come in! Wait until I see what I got planned for you.”

 Sir Pentious came into the house and Sir Pentious lead him to the stage room. Lucius eyes widen in amazement at what his uncle plan for him.

 Luscious - “Oh Uncle this is amazing!”

 Sir Pentious - “Anything for my nephew.”

 Egg boi 8 - “Hello Lucius-“

 Lucius - “It’s YOUNG MASTER Lucius to you minion.”

 Egg boi 8 - “My apologizes Young Master Lucius but, didn’t you invite friends over to the party?”

 Lucius - *scoff* “Who need friends when I have minions? Besides, friendship disgust me.”

 Sir Pentious - “Your parents and I taught you well my boy.”

 Then all of a sudden, one of the egg Bois accidentally tripped and dropped a bowl of punch. The bowl of punch landed on Lucius wetting him and ran toward a mirror and saw that he was a wet sticky mess.

 Lucius - *angry* “IM UGLY!!”

 Egg boi 47 - *nervously* “Oopsie…”

 Then glass cups were being thrown at the egg Bois and Pentious. Some of the egg Bois got crushed to death.

 Egg boi 28 - “Hey!”

 Then more dangerous things like glass, forks and knives was being thrown. Pentious and the egg Bois hide behind big crates.

 Lucius - “YOU IDIOTS RUINED MY GOOD LOOKS!!”

 Lucius kept on throwing things which kept Pentious and the egg Bois still hiding.

 Sir Pentious - “Now look at what you idiots has done! You made him mad!”

 Egg boi 47 - “But I tripped while holding the punch.”

 Sir Pentious - “Well you shouldn’t have tripped!”

 A sharp knife was thrown through the crates and it killed an Egg Boi.

 Egg Bois and Pentious - “AHHH!”

 Looking for something else to throw, Lucius went inside his bag and picks up a doll. However it wasn’t just a doll, it was a raggedy Sonya/Liz doll he made. Lucius then looked at the doll, tears began to form in his eyes and began to sob and wail loudly while hugging the doll.

 Sir Pentious - “Go see what he is going now.”

 Egg boi 23 - *frighten* “But Boss, I’m scared.”

 Sir Pentious - “NOW!!”

 Egg boi 23 timidly looked up and saw Lucius crying while hugging his doll.

 Egg boi 23 - “The young master Lucius is crying Boss.”

 Pentious looked up and saw Lucius crying while hugging his doll.

 Pentious - *concern* “Why are you crying Lucius?”

 Lucius - *through his tears* “Now the girl of my dreams will never love me like this! She even rejected my invitation to my party...I even called her my property!”

 Lucius just broke down into sobs again. It just breaks his Uncle’s heart to see him so sad. Especially on his birthday.

 Sir Pentious - “Don’t worry Lucius your birthday will still be great! *sinister* and I already know the perfect gift!

 ()()()()()()()()

 Meanwhile Sonya was there spending time with Charlie and the others at the hotel. There was a knock on the door and Sonya opened it. It was an Egg Boi with a letter in his hands.

Egg Boi 19  - “Good morning my good lady. Sir Pentious would like you to come to-“

Sonya grabbed the letter, kicked the Egg Boi far away, and close the door.

 Charlie - “Who was it, Sonya?” Sonya “Some talking egg thing who gave me some weird letter.”

 Sonya - *reads it* “Come to my party my lovely property from Lucius" Augh! Does anybody got a lighter?” Angel Dust hands her a lighter and she burn the letter. Then she crumbled the envelope and threw it in the trash.

 Vaggie - “What’s wrong Sonya? Who’s Lucius?”

 Sonya - “He's a boy who have a crush on me.”

 Charlie - “Aw! That is so cute!”

 Sonya - “No it’s not cute! It’s disgusting especially with him.”

 Vaggie - “Aw come on he can’t be that bad.”

 Sonya - “He’s Sir Pentious’ nephew.”

 Vaggie - “On second thought maybe him having a crush on you is really bad.”

 Angel - “So wait, Sir Pentious’ brat have a crush on you?”

 Sonya - “Yeah that what I said.”

 Angel then burst into laughter much to the confusion of Charlie, and the anger of Sonya and Vaggie. Husk was just drinking his alcohol not caring and Nifty was busy cleaning.

 Sonya - *crossing her arms* “And what is so funny?”

 Angel - *laughing* “Sir Pentious’s brat having a crush on you! *laughing*

 Sonya - *mad* “Angel it’s not funny!”

 Angel - “Oh yeah you’re right it’s not funny...It’s fucking hilarious!! *laughs more*

 Vaggie- “Angel stop it, or I’ll knock you out!”

 Angel - *laughing dying down* “Okay okay. You gals have no sense of humor.”

 Sonya - “Well it’s not funny to be always get kidnapped by a slithering asshole.”

 Charlie - *shocked* “Wait he kidnapped you?! Why didn’t you tell me? I mean if that the case we gotta lock up the hotel and-“

 Sonya - “Ah Cousin Charlie don’t worry about it.”

 Charlie - “What? But he come and kidnapped you and-“

 Sonya - “Oh please he’s always tries to kidnap me. Do you know how many times I been bag snagged, locked in a suitcase and chained up? So much to the point that this rate, I can escape blindfolded. Oh he forgot to blindfold me that time.”

 Angel - “Wow that’s really impressive kid.”

 Sonya - “Yeah but it’s really stressful too at the same time. He just likes me for my looks and want me to be a “proper lady” and follow the “woman code” basically being a stereotype of a girl: wearing dresses, looking pretty, doing housework. Bleugh! So stressful… *sat down on a bar chair and turn to Husk* hey buddy, what drink you recommended?”

 Husk - “Hold up let me see. *give her a liquor bottle* here you go.”

 Sonya - “Thanks.”

 Sonya was about to take a sip until Charlie grabbed the bottle.

 Charlie - “Sonya are you nuts?! You don’t drink liquor! That’s for depression. You drink red wine for stress.”

 Charlie hands her a glass of red wine. Sonya began to drink the wine and feel a little calmer.

 Charlie - “Okay so Lucius have some obsession issues, but have you try talking to him about it?”

 Sonya - “Yeah. The first time I let down gently, he did this!”

 Sonya lift up her shirt a little to show a stab wound scar above her belly button.

 Vaggie - *shocked* “He stabbed you?!”

 Sonya - “Yeah saying that he ‘freaked out’.”

 Charlie - “Sonya why didn’t you tell me or anybody else?”

 Sonya - “Because like I said Cousin Charlie, I can take care of myself. I mean he is related to Sir Pentious after all and failure do run in their family. Besides, stuff like stabbing and killing happen in Hell all the time it’s not much of a big deal.”

 Angel - “Sonya does get a good point Charlie. Somebody could get run over and nobody would care.”

 Charlie - “Okay that is fair...but still though!”

 Sonya - “Hey don’t worry Cousin Charlie, if I really needed help, I will call you.”

 Charlie - “Promise?”

 Sonya - “I promise. *drinks more wine* But I can take care of myself *starting to sound mad and stress* to that no good Victorian bastard son of a bitch. I’ll-“

 Unknowingly to Sonya, she was also shaking in rage. It got so bad to point that she crushed the cup in her hands and the wine splatter on her clothes and face.

 Sonya - “Damn it! Excuse me I gotta go change now.”

 Sonya went upstairs to her own hotel room. Then after she finished changing in the bathroom, she heard a strange noise. Sonya started to look around her room.

Sonya - “Hello? Anybody there?”

 Suddenly, Sir Pentious slithered into the room. Sir Pentious - “Hello my dear.” Before Sonya could scream or fight back, Sir Pentious took out a white rag that has his venom and covered Sonya’s mouth and nose with it that  knocked her out. Sir Pentious evilly smiled and slung her over his shoulder and quietly open the window, and saw the latter connected to his blimp. He grabbed the latter and flew away without being noticed.

 Sir Pentious came back to his house still holding Sonya over his shoulder. The Egg Bois saw their boss stage back carrying Sonya.

 Egg Boi 666 - “Wow boss! You got the girl!”

 Egg Boi 15 - “Should I get Young Master Lucius boss?”

 Sir Pentious - “Of course not! I want this to be a surprise for him. The question is: what to do with her? Hmm…”

 Sir Pentious sees wooden board, paints, hooks and a big pink frilly dress. Even saw some of the egg Bois either playing with them or getting themselves killed. Pentious - “Hmm I got an idea!”

 ()()()()()()()()()

 Back at the hotel, Angel Dust was just flipping channels on the television drinking liquor, Vaggie was reading a book and was drinking beer, and Charlie came into the lobby looking worried.

Charlie - “Hey guys, have Sonya came down at all?”

 Angel Dust - “Nope.”

 Vaggie - “No why?”

 Charlie - “It’s been half an hour and she haven’t calm down at all.”

 Vaggie - “Maybe she just wants to have a little alone time.”

 Angel Dust - “Alone time? Isn’t she a little too young for that I mean once you start watching those type of movies, you can’t stop and-“?

 Vaggie - *shocked* “NOT that kind of alone time you idiot!”

 Angel Dust - “Well be clearer next time!”

 Vaggie - *rolled her eyes* “Anyway, she’s probably in her room reading or listening to music.”

 Charlie - “That’s true. Maybe I’m overreacting...Hey Husk can I have some vodka?”

 Husk threw her a vodka bottle and Charlie caught it. Charlie sat on the couch with Angel and Vaggie to watch TV. The TV turned static for a few seconds until it shows Sir Pentious fiddling with the camera.

 Sir Pentious - “Is it on?”

 Egg Boi 52 - “Yeah boss! We are on TV now! *he waves at the camera* Hi people!”

 Sir Pentious was annoyed and pushed the Egg Boi out of the way.

 Sir Pentious - “Greetings you pathetic sinners! It is I your future ruler: Sir Pentious!”

 Angel Dust - *deadpan* “Oh joy it’s Sir Penny on TV.”

 Charlie - “Let see what’s his so called “plans” this time to take over Hell this time.”

 Vaggie - “I bet it’s something really stupid like most of his other plans are.”

 Sir Pentious - You see, I prepared something very special for my nephew Lucius who *The egg boi was moving the camera down but Pentious made it go back up* HOLD IT STILL! Anyway, I prepared something very special for my dear nephew Lucius whose birthday is today!”

 The Egg Boi turned the camera to Lucius. He was now cleaned up but still looked bummed out. He was hearing a party crown and sadly blew a birthday blower. Then an Egg Boi tapped Sir Pentious’ arm and whispered:

 Egg Boi 12 - *whispered*  “She’s awake now Boss!”

 Sir Pentious - “Oh perfect! Oh Lucius come over here, I got a surprise for you.”

Lucius went next to his uncle and saw lots of buttons and levers and a small button remote. Sir Pentious presses a button on the table, and the curtain stage opens to reveal wooden fake animals, trees, and the backdrop was the forest. Angel, Charlie and Vaggie looked confused on what Sir Pentious was doing on TV.

 Charlie - “Really a puppet show?”

 Vaggie - “I guess he lost his touch.”

 Angel Dust - “Forget his touch, he lost his fucking brain. With all those extra eyes you'd think he'd see just how stupid that is.”

 Charlie chuckled at that statement as she, Vaggie and Angel Dust continue to drink their alcohol.

 Charlie - “I wish Sonya was down here to watch it with us.”

 Vaggie - “Maybe she’s watching it in her room. You did put the TV in there for a reason.”

 Charlie - “Good point.”

Lucius - “A puppet show? You made me a puppet show? Well I guess that is pretty cool since your puppet shows always entertain me.”

Sir Pentious - “Thank you. But this isn’t just any puppet show for you my boy, I happened to have gotten a very special for "puppet" for you!”

The Egg Boi turned the camera to the stage and Sir Pentious pressed a button on the table. The stage lights went on and Sonya came down the stage. Two hooks were impaled into both her hands which made her float and her hands bleed. Sonya was wearing a pink Victorian dress with white socks and Mary Jane shoes. She was also wearing a white headband with a feather on it with her hair loose. Sonya was fully awake but looked confused and a little in pain. Lucius gasps happily while Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust spit out their drink in shock.

 Lucius - *happily* “I-Is That!!”

 Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust - *shocked and horrified* “SONYA?!”

 Sonya - “What the hell? Where am I? And where are my clothes!?”

 Pentious - “Oh I burnt them and gave you a brand new pretty one!”

 Sonya - *mad* “You burnt my clothes?!”

 Pentious - “Oh yes cause a young lady such as yourself shouldn’t being wearing such horrid clothes.”

 Lucius - “Uncle, you did this for me?”

 Sir Pentious - “Well of course. You deserved something special for your birthday. What's more special than your own property? Beside I-“

 Sonya - *shocked* “What?! I'm nobody prop-“

 Angry that he got interrupted, Sir Pentious pressed the button he had on the remote and the hooks and chains glows light blue and end up electrifying  Sonya and she screamed in pain.

 Sonya - *panting* W-what the hell was that?!”

Sir Pentious - “Oh it’s something I added to the hooks and chains. I just to press this button on the remote that can make me shock you as much as I want! It would teach you some matters to becoming a proper lady for Lucius. The pain helps you learn.”

 Lucius - “And we will make sure that other self of yours would be a proper lady too. Excellent idea for making the hooks not reach her fingers Uncle. We can’t let that wild side of her come out you know?”

 Sir Pentious - “Agreed. Although perhaps once Sonya becomes a proper lady, the other side of her would be even more proper.”

 Sonya - *angry* “When I get down here, I'm gonna-“

Then all of a sudden, Sir Pentious use his tail and wrapped it around Sonya’s neck beginning to choke her. He even grabbed her cheeks and began to sink his nails into it.

 Sir Pentious - "Oh I'm sorry what was that you said missy? You said: *sinisterly* I'm going to make Lucius happy by being his puppet because if you don’t, I would kill you by squeezing you until your lungs pop?" Sonya - *while being choked* “S-Stop!”

Sir Pentious - “That's what I thought.”

 Sir Pentious let go of Sonya and she was now panting from being choked. Even though she couldn’t see it, she felt small drops of blood fell off her cheeks.

 Lucius - “Oh Uncle, you've made me the happiest boy in Hell!”

He hugs his uncle and The Egg Bois awed. The Egg Boi that was the camera then turned to Sonya. Sonya was panting in pain and saw the camera turned to her.

 Sonya - “Oh god I don't normally say this but: *desperately* SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!”

 Sir Pentious - *takes the video camera away* “What you doing to stupid fetus? Don’t record that! *looks at the camera* Lucius! How do I turn this thing off?”

 Lucius - “You need to rotate the zoom ring to off in order to turn the camera off.”

 Pentious - *confused* “Huh? Where is this thing you call zoom ring?”

 Lucius - *takes the camera* “Let me do it!”

 Sonya - “You better let me go now-“

 Sir Pentious pressed the button that shocked her and screamed in pain. Lucius then turn off the camera which made the TV goes back to its regular channel.

 Charlie - “Hold on Sonya I’m coming!”

 Charlie was about to run out the door until Vaggie stopped her.

 Vaggie - “Wait Charlie, we can’t just go yet.”

 Charlie - “But you saw what happened on the TV!

We need to save her!”

 Vaggie - “I know but we don't know where the party is. It could be anywhere for all we know.”

 “I figured out where.”

 They all turned to Niffty and saw she was holding a crumpled envelope.

 Niffty - “I saw it on the TV too and I remember Sonya having this and throwing it out. The top left should say his address.”

 Niffty took the paper, straighten out and the address. They all looked at the crumpled envelope and said an address that said, “Nightmare Boulevard 11001”.

 Charlie - “Excellent work Niffty let’s get going!”

 They all ran to Charlie’s limo and surprisingly, Charlie got into the driver’s seat and began to drive fast.

 Charlie - “Don't worry baby cousin, Charlie is coming!”

 ()()()()()()()

 Meanwhile back at the party Sir Pentious, Lucius, and the egg Bois was laughing being entertain by the “puppet show”. They were” controlling the chains to move Sonya’s arms around and two extra robot arms to move her legs to make her dance. Sonya never felt such anger and pain in her life and wanted nothing more to be free and beat the living crap of them. Sadly she couldn’t due to the hooks being deep impales in her hands and keep on getting shocked. Even if it she wasn’t getting shock, she would be banged against the wall, the floor, or even the lights. Sonya couldn’t even let out Liz due to her fingers can’t reach the ends and all Liz could do is sadly watch seeing her other self-getting tortured.

 Sonya - “Let me go your Victorian asshole!”

 Sir Pentious shocks her and Sonya screamed in pain.

Sir Pentious - “Ah ah ah. That's no way to speak to me or my nephew, especially on his birthday.”

 Lucius - “Come on my lovely Sonya where's your passion?”

 Sonya - *angry and sarcastic* “Oh, you mean beneath my rage and fury?”

 Sir Pentious - “Aw you just can’t handle the fact that I'm just simply having some fun with my dear nephew.”

 Egg Boi 91 - “And us too!”

 Sir Pentious slapped the Egg Boi away in annoyed.

 Lucius - “Yes I mean my property Sonya.” Sonya - “No I'm not! You always try to kidnap me!”

 Lucius - “Because I want you with me, forever!”

 Pentious - “Okay enough chit chat. How about a little puppet show!”

 Egg Boi 12 - “Oh boy!”

 Lucius - “Oooh, I'd love that.”

 Then Charlie, Angel Dust, and Vaggie sneak into the castle and saw the party room. It was actually pretty easy since the guards were eggs Bois and they quickly killed them. Then they  quietly sneak into the party room and hide behind the chairs and they saw on stage the curtain opening.

Sir Pentious - “Once Upon of time, there was some weakling pathetic girl name Sonya.”

He pressed the button and Sonya came down looking angry and in pain.

 Sonya - “I'm not part of this!!”

 Sir Pentious pressed the button and Sonya got shocked again.  

 Sir Pentious - “The pain help you learn.”

 Sonya - “The pain is melting my brain!”

 Sir Pentious - “Anyway, Sonya was really lonely and pathetic. She would always say: Sonya - “FUCK YOU!!”

 Egg Boi 25 - *gasps* “What such language!!”

 Lucius - “May I uncle?”

Sir Pentious -  “Oh, how could I say no to the birthday boy?” Sir Pentious gave Lucius the remote and Lucius presses the button two times and it shocks Sonya twice. Sonya screamed in pain much to the horror of Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust. Even a jerk like Angel Dust was even horrified and disgusted on what Sir Pentious and Lucius was doing to Sonya.

 Charlie - “This is horrible!”

 Vaggie - “Wait until I get ahold of that brat! I'll give him the biggest birthday beating of a lifetime!”

 Angel - “Yeah! Can’t we just shoot them?”

 Charlie - “No you can’t! We could get caught and they could kill Sonya.”

 Angel - “So what else you suggest we-“

 Vaggie - “Shh! Something happening.”

 They turned and heard Lucius saying:

 Lucius - “Uncle I’m starting to get famished. Is it okay we have some birthday cake?”

 Sir Pentious - “Why of course Lucius. Come on you chicken shits it’s time for cake!”

 Egg Bois - “Yes Boss!”

 Sonya - “Wait! Can’t I at least eat some cake? I mean isn’t it the “women code” ladies first?”

 Lucius - “Well Yes you are correct about that. But it’s my birthday and I get what I want! You get to eat later.”

 Sir Pentious - “Oh and one more thing:”

 Sir Pentious pressed a different button. Instead of getting shocked, two small hands appeared from the side of the headbands and it stretched Sonya’s mouth into a force smile.

 Sir Pentious - “This helps you smile. Don’t worry once your mind is clean from our training, you will be the proper lady you meant to be for Lucius. Remember, the pain helps you learn.”

 Sir Pentious laughs as he left the room. Sonya was panting in pain and felt like crying. She never felt this kind of torture before especially from Sir Pentious and Lucius. Liz came in shadow form came and looked at Sonya sadly because she can’t help. Sonya noticed Liz’s and tried to say:

 Sonya - “It’s. Okay”

 Then two small knives were thrown that destroyed the two robotic arms. Sonya spit out the remain of the robotic arms and her mouth was free. Confused, Sonya looked and saw Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust coming toward her.

 Sonya - *gasps* “Guys!”

 Charlie - *whispers* “Shh! Don’t worry sweetie we will get you out. The question is how?”

 Angel Dust - “Don’t worry Princess I’ll already figure it out.”

 Angel Dust use his second pair of arms and grabbed Sonya’s ankles. Angel was about to pull, but Vaggie stopped him.  

 Vaggie - “Do you literally have shits for brains? Are you trying to cause more pain to Sonya?!”

 Angel - “Is there anything you suggest Vag-hag?”

 Sonya - “Look I-“

 Sir Pentious - “What’s going on in there?!”

 Thinking quickly, Angel opened the doors opened the floor of the stage and hide. Vaggie climbed up the pole where the lights, and Charlie saw a clown costume. Getting an idea, Charlie quickly put on the costume and close the stage curtains. Sir Pentious, Lucius, and the Egg Bois came back into the stage room and saw the stage clown and the “clown”.

 Charlie - *in a goofy voice* “Why hello there!”

 Lucius - “Who are you?”

 Charlie - “I’m uhh...Chuckles the clown! I’m here for the birthday boy party!”

 Sir Pentious - “Strange. I don’t recall ordering a clown unless it was stupid minions of mine! *facepalm* ugh! They are stupider than I imagine. Anyway, what kind of clown are you? *threateningly* because if you are one those molester clowns you better not lay a finger on my nephew!”

 Charlie - “Oh no no. I’m the happy clown that makes kids happy!”

 Charlie began to do a goofy weird dance on stage. This leave the Egg Bois entertain while left Sir Pentious and Lucius confuses. While that was happening, Vaggie crawled on the top pole where Sonya was hanging. She hanged upside down and gently grabbed Sonya’s wrist and saw how deep impales the hooks where in her hands.

 Vaggie - “Aw geez the hooks are really impaling in your hands.”

 Sonya - “Please just do it! I can’t take any more of the torture.”

 Vaggie - “I know the hooks and shocking must be really painful.”

 Sonya - “Well yeah but wearing the dress is the real torture! And I don't care how painful to take out the hooks just get me out!”

 Vaggie - “Hang on, kiddo.” Vaggie took a deep breath, and  start pulling the first hook out and Sonya’s left hand. Vaggie managed to pull out the hook and Sonya managed not to scream, but a few tears slipped out. Her left hand was free but now had a hole and was bleeding more.

 Vaggie - “It’s okay Sonya, just one more hook and your free.”

 Sonya then gasps because she felt like somebody was holding her ankles. Vaggie and Sonya looked down to see Angel Dust halfway out the bottom stage door and holding on to her ankles.

 Vaggie - “What are you doing?”

 Angel Dust - “I’m getting the kid out what it looks like?”

 Vaggie - “Hey I got everything under control.”

 Angel Dust - Well you are taking too long. Plus I don’t think Charlie can keep up with the shitty clown act.”

 Charlie was still doing some goofy dances. While the Egg Bois was laughing and enjoying it, Sir Pentious and Lucius was just confused.

 Lucius - *whispers* “You think he’s a drunk clown or a drug addict clown?”

 Sir Pentious - *whispers* “Not sure. They are always hard to tell. It could be both.”

 Lucius - “Well this clown dance is weird.”

 Sir Pentious - “Agreed. *yelling* Hey clown! Entertain my nephew!”

 Sir Pentious threw an Egg Boi at Charlie. However Charlie caught it and began to juggle the egg boi.

 Lucius - “Oh that’s cool!”

 Sir Pentious - “Oh do you Huh? Hey clown! Juggle these!”

 Sir Pentious threw lots of Egg Bois at Charlie as she tried her best to juggle them. Lucius was laughing and being entertain as Pentious kept throwing more egg Bois. Unfortunately, it was too many Egg Bois she had to juggle, and she ended up losing her balance and fell dropping the Egg Bois. Sir Pentious and Lucius laughed at the some of the Egg Bois ended up getting splattered. However, one Egg Boi, grabbed onto the curtain and tried to hold on but his gripped wasn’t strong enough to hold on. But it was strong enough to pull down the curtains. That when it reveals Vaggie and Angel Dust trying to free Sonya and they all had an “oh crap!” Look while Sir Pentious and Lucius looked shocked.

 Now that they are caught,  Angel Dust quickly pulled Sonya down. The good news is that freed Sonya’s from the chains. Bad news: while it did freed Sonya, the hook was still impaling to her hand and Angel Dust accidently slam her face to the ground. Angel Dust quickly pulled Sonya with him to the stage floor and close the door.

 Lucius - “Those disgusting parasites are stealing my property!”

 Sir Pentious - “Well don’t just stand there you duck shits! Get that gay parasite!”

 Some of the Egg Bois grabbed long tasers stick and began to stick it on the stage ground. Angel Dust was holding Sonya in his second pair of arms and was dodging all the lasers. Angel kept dodging and even took out his gun to shoot them while holding Sonya.

 Sonya - *impressed* “Whoa you’re really good!”

 Angel - “Eh I work part time as a stripper before kid. This actually similar to this only I don’t have to take off my clothes.”

 While that was happening, Vaggie jumped down stage and began to crush some of the Egg Bois that was coming toward her and using the tasers. Charlie quickly took off the clown costume and also began to fight back.

 Sir Pentious - “Ah Princess. I should've known you were the jester because that all you are in hell!”

 Charlie - “At least I’m not a try-hard wannabe like you!”

 Lucius - “How dare you insult my Uncle like that!”

 Lucius pressed a button on the table and lasers began to come out. It started to shoot Charlie and Vaggie, but they managed to dodge them and even use Egg Bois as shields.

 Sir Pentious - “You added lasers? I taught you well my boy!”

 Lucius - “Well I did learn from the best.”

 However, Vaggie managed to destroy the laser gun by throwing a knife at it. Angel Dust managed to get himself and Sonya out of the bottom stage. Unfortunately, he tripped over a dead Egg Boi’s yolk and end up dropping Sonya. Sonya slid across the floor and two Egg Bois chained her up.

 Lucius - “Your parasites should have known better to steal my property!”

 Charlie - *angry* “Property?!”

 Vaggie - “Sonya isn’t your property!”

 Angel Dust - “Yeah! Charlie knew Sonya longer so she’s Charlie’s property.”

 Sonya - “Not helping!”

 Lucius - “Doesn’t matter. I choose and get what I want: And I choose Sonya as my property and that she is!”

 Sir Pentious - “And somebody tries to get in my nephew’s way, they have to go through me!”

 Sonya then managed to get up and swing the Egg Bois to the wall since they didn’t tighten the chains enough. Then Lucius noticed Sonya standing up and looking angry.

 Lucius - “Don’t you know it’s unlady of you to fight! It’s my birthday and I order you to surrender.”

 Sonya - “Surrender my ass! I don’t give a crap if it your birthday or bar mitzvah, I’m nobody's especially your property. All of the torture, you put me in a dress! Since you love puppets so much: Why don’t you be one!”

 Sonya pulled the hook out of her right hand beside the pain and threw it at Lucius. The hook impales his shoulder and he was now stuck in the wall.

 Lucius - *in pained* “Wow...this hook is pointy!”

 Sir Pentious - “Lucius!”

 Charlie - “And why don’t you join him!”

 Charlie took out two Spears that Vaggie handed her and impales Sir Pentious’s arms and pinned him on the ground.

 Angel - *amazed* “Whoa Princess that was impressive.”

 Charlie - “Hey you messed with family, you get deadly consequences.”

 Sir Pentious - “You will pay for this!”

 Sonya - “Hey here’s a treat for you!”

 Sonya took some cake and smashed it on Sir Pentious’s face. Then he walked up to Lucius and said:

 Sonya - “Happy birthday your douchebag of a brat!”

 Sonya smashes cake on Lucius face too. Then she and the others left the “party”. One of the Egg Boi just blew a party blower which Lucius angrily kicked him.

 ()()()()()()()()

 At the hotel, Sonya was now back in her regular clothes since she keeps spare clothes at the hotel. Charlie was cleaning the wounds on Sonya’s hands and was wrapping it gauze bandages. Then Charlie was finished, and Sonya was feeling better.

 Sonya - “Thanks for saving me guys.”

 Charlie - “Anytime. How are you feeling?”

 Sonya - “Well beside the terrible pain I felt getting shock, hooks impale in my hands, bang into walls, wearing a pink dress, and this could most likely scar me for life...I'm fine.”

 Charlie hugged Sonya in comfort since spent the whole day getting tortured by one of her most hated enemies .

 Charlie - “I’m just glad that you are okay. You know we would do anything to save you right?”

 Sonya - *smiling* “Yeah I know.”

 Vaggie - “I’m surprised that psycho brat didn’t come out.”

 Sonya - “Well she felt like that was more of my battle. Plus my hands was still in pain so she couldn’t use her weapons and didn’t want to bring more pain when it comes to using the fists.”

 Angel - “But what happened to Miss “I can escape Blindfolded?”

 Sonya - “Hey I was knocked out! I was caught off guard.”

 Vaggie - “Now we gotta know to be more careful. We can’t let that happen again.”

 Sonya - “I know I mean I can’t be one of those wimpy damsels in distress girls. They are so annoying and useless.”

 Charlie - “I understand that. But there’s nothing wrong for asking for help to get rescue once in a while.”

 Angel - “Yeah I mean I even asked for help when Penny kidnapped me.”

 Sonya - “He kidnapped you before?”

 Angel - “Yeah. He tried to torture me, but all he did was turn me on if you know what I mean?”

 Charlie - *uncomfortable* “Uhh right. *to Sonya* “What Angel is trying to say that is that even tough people like him and you, even Liz, would sometimes need help being rescue. And we would do anything to save you because we are two peas in a pod and family.”

 Sonya - “Thanks Cousin Charlie. I would do the same too.”

 Charlie and Sonya smiled and hugged each other. Charlie was happy that she rescued her cousin and Sonya knows her cousin and her new friends would come to rescue whenever she’s in trouble.

 Hope you all like it!