#and king of greed..... stop breaching please

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

pspspss hey everyone would y’all be mad if i just asked for brainrot today? i’m bone tired and need some Foul Legacy thoughts to relax ;-;;;

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Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

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FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

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Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

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IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini  Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada)  Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara  Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House 

Hunter (Main)  Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius  The Collector 

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland)  Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

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The Fourth King

2k | T Rating | Implied death

This is the second in what will be an ongoing series about H&D as stage magicians, in love and in trouble like all good magical duos. Read the first here! This is for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: King. Thanks to @phoebedelia for the beta!!! Read on Ao3.

“No, no, for fuck’s sake Harry, I’ve explained this a hundred times--”

“You explained it exactly three times, Draco, and each time has been different!”

“Yes, well, I’m trying to find a way that penetrates your thick skull--”

“Fuck off, all the way off, out of England if you can. Sit down, let me try again, I think I’ve got it…”

----

The room was more opulent than any other Potter and Malfoy had performed in. The vaulted ceilings were crusted in elaborate crown moulding, the Baroque frescoes painted there almost blindingly bright. Any surface that could have been gilded, was. The air was warm and still--Harry thought he could hear the distant tinkling of a pianoforte.

They were set up at the front of the room, staring down a phalanx of uncomfortable-looking wooden chairs occupied by even more uncomfortable-looking aristocrats. The ladies were all breathing shallowly, fanning themselves with lacy fans clutched in gloved hands. Harry couldn’t help but notice the way several of them fluttered their eyelashes at Draco. The gentlemen each clutched a crystal glass of dark liquor, their eyes glazed and distant.

Jones had managed to procure them each a second-hand tuxedo, fine enough that they wouldn’t insult their hosts by their mere presence, but not so fine as to suggest they didn’t know their place. Draco thought Harry looked quite dashing in a tailcoat. He might tell him later, if they found one another again.

Potter and Malfoy had been booked for an hour-long performance and judging by any one of the seven ornate clocks scattered about the large room, they had ten minutes to pull off their final trick. It was more than enough time.

----

“Listen to me, Rose got her hands on the guest list, they’ll all be there. We will never have another opportunity like this, Harry.”

“Yeah, I get that, but--”

“No ‘buts’. My love--Harry, please. We’ve gone over it a hundred, a thousand, times! We will not...cannot...fail.”

“You can’t guarantee that, Draco! What if something goes wrong, what are we supposed to do if we can’t get it? What do we do if we can?”

“We’ll get it. Harry, we’ll get it. We’ve been patient for so long. I need you to trust me.”

----

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Malfoy’s deep voice resonated around the cavernous space. “I’m afraid the time has come for our final act. It is a simple, but elegant, illusion. Are you watching closely?”

Potter stepped forward from where he’d been leant against the vanishing cabinet situated on the far left of the low stage, opposite the second cabinet on the right. “We’d like to tell you a story,” he said in a soft voice. The thick blanket of stale air seemed to ripple with the low, wooden creak as the audience leaned forward as one. Potter flicked his wrist and a deck of cards appeared, pinched between the pads of his thumb and first two fingers. A woman in the third row gasped, softly. He fanned the cards out and extended his arm, moving it first to the left, then to the right.

“Your Grace,” Malfoy said, bowing and gesturing expansively at the Duke to invite him onstage, “This act requires your...particular participation.” After a moment, the Duke made his way onto the stage, accompanied by polite applause.

Potter bent at the waist, extending the deck out toward the Duke. “If you please, Your Grace, examine these cards and confirm for us that this is a complete and unaltered deck.” The Duke took his time. He fingered every card, turned them this way and that, counted silently. After a minute he looked at the audience, “Yes, this seems to be a perfectly normal deck of playing cards.”

“If it pleases Your Grace, would you remove the four kings from the deck--yes, hand them right to Potter here--and then give it a good shuffle?” Malfoy asked. The Duke complied, plucking the four king cards out of the deck one-by-one.

“This is a story about time...and greed; about four kings driven by selfishness and consumed by avarice.” Potter paced the length of the stage with the four cards splayed in his hand, slowing here and there as an audience member leaned in for a closer look. He stopped to the left of the Duke.

“You see, these kings,” Malfoy continued, coming to stand opposite Potter, “have stolen something that does not belong to them. Something priceless and very important. They are under the mistaken impression that this item will bring them wealth and influence.” Draco turned to face the Duke, holding his eye contact.

“What would you do,” Potter said as he, too, turned to face the Duke, “if someone took something from you, something precious? Would you...call the police? Confront the thief? Would you ask your neighbors for help, or keep quiet out of fear and shame? Would you do whatever it took to get it back?”

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“Draco, I know I say this every bloody day, but you’ve finally lost your mind. It’s too risky. We don’t have enough time...the dinner is tomorrow night!”

“Look at me, Harry, bloody hell, stop and look into my eyes--”

“Stop it, you always do this…”

“Yes! Harry! Because someone has to ensure that we...that our family...that we make it back and unless you have a better suggestion--”

“Jones said! He said he’s got a lead on a series of gigs and sure, it will take longer, but it’s better than risking our bloody--”

“A SERIES OF GIGS? You would rather...keep doing cheap illusions for a bunch of drunks who couldn’t care less, getting beer--OR WORSE--poured over our heads every night…”

“WE NEED MORE TIME, DRACO! We need...you haven’t thought this through properly!”

“Hah! More time! Time is all we have, now, Harry!”

“I can’t lose you...again…”

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Potter and Malfoy walked around the Duke in a slow, tight circle, heads bowed to the floor as if contemplating their own answers to the question. They came to a stop in their original positions, making eye contact with one another. “The kings have learned that the rightful owners of their pilfered treasure are planning to break into the palace,” Malfoy said gesturing with his free hand at the kingless deck he held in the other, “and steal it back. They form a foolproof plan to thwart them.”

“The first king decides to set a guard on the ground floor of the palace, surely the thieves will try to enter through the portcullis,” Potter slid the king of clubs into the deck near the bottom card.

“The second king thinks that the thieves can’t be so stupid as to walk right in through the front door, so he sets a guard on the second floor of the castle. They will scale the walls and enter through a window, surely!” Malfoy slid the king of spades into the deck just below the middle.

“The third king knows that the treasure has been stored in the vaults on the top floor of the palace, he intends to set a guard there and catch the thieves red-handed.” Potter slid the king of diamonds into the deck just below the top.

“The fourth king, however, thinks himself cleverest of them. He sets his guard on the roof of the palace.” Malfoy lifted the final card, the king of hearts, and placed it gently on the top of the deck before holding it out in front of the Duke’s chest “From his vantage point, he can see everything: the portcullis, the palace walls, the windows in the highest towers, the lands surrounding the palace. He will watch closely and raise an alarm as soon as he sees movement in the dark. He can gather his brethren so they can rain arrows, stones, and boiling fat down on the intruders before they ever breach the palace walls.”

“In the small hours of the morning the fourth king hears what he has been waiting for,” Potter nearly whispered, cupping a hand around his ear as if he, too, could hear it, “the sound of hoof-beats echoing through the trees near the palace. The fourth king called down to his compatriots, urging them to hurry to the roof.” Harry tapped the top of the deck in Draco’s hand, hard, with his middle finger. The gentleman sitting closest to him jumped at the solid thud the gesture produced.

Malfoy fluttered the long fingers of his free hand over the deck before lifting the top four cards. A wave of surprise rolled through the audience as they realized that he held all four kings. They began clapping, hesitantly at first, then more enthusiastically.

----

“Draco, please, we can call it off now. We can just do the gig, get our money, and go home. There will be other--”

“There will never be another opportunity like this, I’m not going to say it again. It’s too late, anyways, the triggers have been set and the charms can’t be reversed.”

“That can’t...but you PROMISED! You said, if we changed our minds we could--”

“I know what I said, Harry, I know. I’m sorry. I love you so much. I love you so much and we have to do this. I had to be sure that we have no choice but to go through with it. This is the only way.”

“You also promised you would find me, will you break that, too? How can I trust you to do that now?”

“Because I will always find you, Harry. I always have. It’s the only thing I am ever perfectly certain of.”

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Potter held up a silencing hand, never taking his eyes off the Duke’s face. He waited until the room fell quiet once more. “What the fourth king failed to consider was that the men--back to retrieve what was rightfully theirs--had been inside the palace all along. They divined the kings’ plan before the kings themselves concocted it.”

“In fact, the men had already taken back their property, long before the kings set their watches that night,” Malfoy felt the right pocket of his jacket sag under a sudden weight. He tipped Potter a gentle wink as he handed over the four kings, then waved his free hand over the deck. Malfoy used both hands to fan the cards, face out. They were blank, every one. The audience began to murmur, ladies’ fans fluttered and men gestured with their now-empty glasses. “Your Grace, I believe this is yours?” Potter said, handing him the king of hearts.

Potter and Malfoy began to walk backwards, slowly, toward the vanishing cabinets. “As I mentioned, this story--like so many--is about greed.” Potter said loudly over the cheering audience, “More specifically, this story is about what happens to men so eaten up by greed that they no longer care who they hurt in their pursuit of power.” The king of hearts burst into flame in the Duke’s hand, drawing another collective gasp from the audience.

They opened the doors of the vanishing cabinets at the same moment. Harry turned to face Draco, his gaze hot and pleading, tears stinging his eyes. Draco nodded quickly at him, his smile watery and wavering, before stepping inside. As Harry pulled the door closed behind him he heard the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor, followed by a high, piercing shriek, before the dark consumed him.

[hcs-and-abnormalities]

Dream of a black swan headcanons?? .... AND OR THE MAGICAL GIRLZ ... gwa gwa 👁👁👁👁👁

Yes!!!

Dream of a Black Swan

When they aren’t just vibing, the brothers enjoy playing various board games with each other. This normally helps stave off the effects of the Quiploth Counter lowering... but sometimes they end up fighting and accidentally summon their sister.

Thus, both monopoly and uno have been banned.

As for Elijah, she wanders, no place to go. In times when her brothers don’t need her protection, she swims in a nearby lake. Sometimes, she even will start to dance...

She was one of the only ones to survive the effects of the fog, for her skin was bound to the nettles she had been carrying. The nettles negated the total melting effect while also creating her feathers.

Very fluffy, take a nap on her fluff. You won’t regret it.

The Magical Girls!

The Knight of Despair sings to herself sometimes in a language unknown by any in the facility. It is a haunting, melancholy tune. Yet, it is also beautiful and calming. Sometimes, when an employee enters her containment hurt, she’ll hold them and sing to them.

The King of Greed actually can leave her amber anytime she pleases! Which... isn’t a lot due to the empty sadness eating away at her. When she feels up to it though, sometimes she’ll just sit down next to the employee, comforting them and maybe even giving them a hug or two.

The Queen of Hatred is a favorite amongst the child abnormalities. She’s entertaining, especially in the way she tells her stories. Always either making exaggerated gestures or including them in her tales so they feel even more included. They treat her like their hero and look up to her. So much so that she can stop Scorched Girl or Dreaming Current from breaching just by being in the room.

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Protagonist Prep Ch. 4 Decisions

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 Dimension 54A-2113DB (SVTFOE)

4 hours after introduction

Location: Diazs’ household.

“That beast is wrong, Star you don’t need his help to be a warrior.” A slightly angry King Butterfly said trying to comfort his daughter, who hasn’t spoken since they returned.

 “I’m not so sure River, you saw what he could do. He might be able to help Star become better.” Moon Butterfly told her husband, her tone filled with worry since she didn’t want her husband to get into a tantrum. Which started to happen, his face started to grow red, started to sputter like a motor boat until he bellowed out.

 “Moon, how could you say that! How could we leave her with that creature?!? What could he teach Star that she doesn’t already know?!” Moons demeanor changed from worry to defiance and anger

 “River, listen he showed no ill intent with his powers and they actually seemed to quite nice.” Moon told her husband in a serious tone and her facial features showing she won’t back down. Meanwhile Rivers’ face turned redder than a boiled lobster and then yelled.

 “NO ILL INTENT!! Moon did you forget how that beast and flung me across the room or did he use magic to make you forget.” Moon just rolled her eyes at her husbands’ paranoia and then told River in a calming tone one would use on a wild animal.

 “River he didn’t throw you. He flung you and he had good reason to do so, you tried to attack him” A person could see reason and common sense trying to regain control in Rivers’ mind but they quickly lost to pride and anger as he asked.

 “What kind of teacher would insult their own student?” The arguing lasted for 10 minutes which deviated from Star attending and on to unrelated things. When the argument started to get more heated Star decided to try put a stop to it. Star called out.

 “Mom, Dad listen.” But her call was never heard due to her parents arguing, so she tried again but a bit louder.

 “Mom, Dad” Like the last time her call was either unanswered or couldn’t be heard. Now getting slightly angry she stood up and yelled.

 “Enough” After Star yelled something strange happened, she floated a good foot off the ground, her eyes glowed a mix of gold, blue, and greed anything fragile broke. When she started to float down she looked worried, same with her parents, but then she looked to her parents with resolve and determination then told them.

 “I want to attend.” Moon was excited if a bit nervous about Stars’ decision, River on the other hand was a complete wreck and he stuttered trying to find a way to keep her from going then a candle was lit.

 “What if Marco decides not to attend?” River almost let a small smile out when he saw Stars’ resolve falter but then a miracle happened. Marco walked down the stairs and told River in a slightly angry tone.

 “Actually, my parents just signed.” Seeing that he was defeated he told Moon and Star.

 “Very well, I’ll sign it.” Star ran over and hugged Marco while Moon, not as excited and not hugging Marco, walked over to the couple and started to talk to Star what she should bring and what she should do while they were talking River took out his cell mirror and called someone.

 “Mina, gather your men I have a mission for you.”

 Dimension 36A-8376H (PZPTH)

 2 days after the introduction

 Penn, Sashi, and Boone came trough their portal after finishing another mission. Though that would normally bring a smile to Penns’ face but he wore a slight scowl due Droolers’ “insult”.

  “Can you believe that overgrown lizard— “Drooler started to grow annoyed “thinks that he can teach us to be heroes. I mean we’ve been heroes for over a year what could he teach us. Right guys, guys?” Penn looked to his friends but they wore uneasy looks and their eyes slightly darting.

 “Guys what’s---““Our parents already signed ours!” Boone blurted out which not only caused Penn to be shocked but a light smack from an annoyed Sashi.

 “Why?” Penn asked his voice weak but filled with disbelief and hurt, Sashi seeing how crushed one of her best friends she started to explain her decision.

 “Because of Rippen.” Penn looked at he in confusion but she continued.

 “Penn, Rippen was close to destroying the multiverse and he’s getting closer to actually becoming a real villain that’s why we chose to attend.” He started to think of about it Rippen was getting closer to his goals and his plans becoming more serious. Penn put his pride aside for a moment and told his friends in uneasy tone.

 “Alright I’ll try to get my aunt and uncle to sign the paper.”  All three of the friends smiled but their smiles slightly uneasy since Penns’ aunt and uncle have been a bit overprotective since his parents disappeared and he took up their job.

 “Beside what’s the worst that could happen?”  Penn asked innocently but in a the “projection room” that housed the dimensional breach Phyllis darkly muttered under her breath with enough venom to kill a herd of elephants

 “Beside fact he’s called Demented Destroyer.”  

  “What did you say Phyllis?’” Boone asked with his tone a mix of confusion and intrigue. Realizing that she could be figured out Phyllis lied to the boy.

 “I was checking machine.” Boone just nodded at the answer and left the theater to go home.

 Dimension 2B-986ZG (Invader Zim)

1 week after introduction.

Deep in his underground layer Zim was looking at his computer with mood that would be described as extreme annoyance,

 “Look, can you just connect me to the tallest, the information I’ve gathered is of extreme importance.” Zim exclaimed to an Irken displayed on the screen of his computer. The Irken in question was feminine looks, with dark purple eyes wearing a lilac dress and wearing a dark red futuristic blue tooth headset. Said Irken is named Aaz and she was part of the Irken communications center, yes it was created to deal with Zim.

 “State your problem that is hindering your invasion and we’ll return to you in 5-6 solar cycles.” Aaz told Zim in a bored, monotoned voice as she started to rub her head with her claws.

 “My problem is that there’s a threat that is close to exterminating me and possibly the entire Irken empire!!!” Zim screeched to Aaz , who slightly flinched, she then returned to her original bored expression. Aaz just took a deep breath to calm her nerves and asked Zim.

 “State the class of your threat.” Zim himself toke a breath as he looked dead into the screen as he told with his tone serious.

 “A class E threat.” Aaz just looked at him for few moments to digest the information then she started to something unexpected, she started to laugh small at first then to straight out side splitting laughter. After a few seconds , and complaints from other workers, she started to calm down but she still had a small smile on her face.

 “Thanks, Zim I really needed that, you have no idea how boring it’s been here.”  Zim just looked at Aaz with extreme annoyance as he whined.

 “I did see them Aaz and I have proof!” He motioned Gir towards the computer.

 “Zim the nearest class E threat is---“The statement died in her throat as she saw the picture that Gir was projecting.

 “Connecting you to the tallest.” Aaz told Zim, her tone grim.

 Meanwhile at the Membrane Household Dib and his father are having a bit of a disagreement about enrolling into the school.

 “Dad can you please sign it.” Dib begged his father who just looked down at his son with an unmoving face and told him.

 “No.” Dib started to get a bit upset since his father always gave little or no help when it came to his activities.

 “Come on please dad, this is a once in a lifetime moment. I could finally get some answers for some conspiracies.” Dib begged his father whose unmoving face started to crack when he saw the hope in his sons’ eyes.  The living room was silent for a few moments but then Dr.Membrane told his son.

“Very well son, I’ll sign it but Gaz will have to go with you.” Dib was so ecstatic that he wasn’t bothered that his sister had to go then he raced up towards his room to blog. While Dib gone to his room Dr.Membrane sat down in the nearest chair and sighed and then said.

 “I hope they keep them safe.”

 Dimension 875-12SC (Steven Universe)

 2 weeks after introduction, one was used to explain to Blue Diamond about what happened to Rose. Now they on to explaining the current situation to Greg, currently outside “It’s a Wash”.

 “So, a group of highly powerful, gigantic beings want to train Stu-Ball and they my and her signature do to so?” Greg asked his voice full of disbelief and confusion but most of gems nodded their heads in agreement but Pearl decide to take it a step further.

 “Yes, and they seem to think that this dictator is a better guardian than us.” Blue Diamond just glared at the smaller gem and then retorted with equal amount of venom.

 “At least I didn’t try to kill him 100 times over!” Pearl was boiling mad at this point and was about to explode until Garnet put a hand on Pearls’ shoulder. Pearl just looked at the current Crystal Gem leader in confusion, who just shook her head from side to side, Pearl was flabbergasted until Garnet told her.

 “Pearl calm down, despite what she has done they chose her we just live with it.” Pearl tried to say something but came up with nothing, she stayed quiet after that. Throughout the entire ordeal Steven stayed quiet and just looked at the ground with a saddened look, his dad took note of it and asked.

 “What’s wrong bud?” Steven quickly tried to feign his usual happy go lucky look and tried to answer in a happy tone.

 “Nothing, just surprised that’s all.” His dad saw through his lie seeing how his sons’ voice was laced with sorrow and a hint self-disappointment, hearing this Gregs’ worry went through the roof and his parental instincts kicked in.

 “Steven, really what’s wrong?” Steven at first wanted to tell his dad that he felt fine and nothing was bothering him, but he knew if kept it bottled up it would backfire so he looked up from the ground and told Greg.

 “I feel like they made a mistake when they sent me the letter.” Needless to say everyone around him was shocked and extremely worried, even Blue Diamond, and extremely confused why he felt like this.

 “Why would say that?” Amethyst asked her voice filled with concern and worry for Steven, a person that was like a younger brother to her, Steven just looked back to the ground and mumbled.

 “Because, I don’t feel like a hero, all I done is mess up and ruin things.” Needless say the gems were racking their minds to think of things to say that could comfort the young half gem. After five minutes of searching their brains and surprisingly on them did.

 “Steven, though I only been about two weeks, I know you’ve done amazing things already. You’ve defeated a corrupted gem without your weapon and then later healed that same gem, you also bubbled the cluster, a giant geo-weapon.  If that doesn’t define a hero then I don’t what does.” Blue Diamond told Steven her tone motherly and comforting. At first Steven was surprised at what she said but then felt at ease and his confidence was boosted, he started to remember all the other things he has done. He convinced an extreme loyalist to become a crystal gem, tricked a group of homewolrd soldiers and rescued his dad from an alien space station. He looked up from the ground, stood up and exclaimed to the gems.

 “I want to go.” He then struck a heroic pose, the gems finding this funny and adorable shared a small laugh.

 Dimension 7735-2246MA

 A month since the introduction, the location is the Dupain-Cheng household. All three the Dupain-Cheng family were sitting in their living room trying to start up a conversation about signing the slip.

 “I think—““We think---“ Unfortunately they tried to start a conversation at the same time, to which Marinette politely told her parents.

 “Please, you guys go first.” Her parents quickly obliged as her mom told her.

 “Me and your father want you attend the school.” This shocked Marinette, as she thought her parents wouldn’t let her, sensing this her parents decided to explain their decision and tell her something that they needed to get off their chests.

 “Marinette, we know you’re Ladybug.”  This statement caused Marinette  squak in fear and surprise, her mind quickly looking for ways that she can disprove her parents’  statement.

“What me, Ladybug?!?!? You must be joking, I mean Ladybug is amazing and graceful, Me I’m a total klutz and can’t even get to school on time!” Her parents just deadpanned while Tom, her father, told her.

 “Honey, your disguise is a mask and a too tight suit.” Marinette blushed at her fathers’ comments but they still didn’t explain why they wanted her to attend.

 “So why do you want me to attend?” Her parents then gained worried and saddened looks as they started to tell her, their tones slightly grim.

 “Because, Marinette we’re worried about the akumas you’re facing, they’re getting stronger and more dangerous. We’re worried that you might get seriously hurt facing them or something worse and those beings seem to know how to deal with this.” Marinette reflected upon what her parents said and they’re right. The akumas her and Chat are facing are getting more violent than the others and more of them seem to be getting closer to their goals. After giving the topic a few moments of thought she politely gave her parents an answer.

 “I like to go.” Her parents slightly smiled at her, she then excused herself to her room due to Alya calling her to tell her something important, Alya got her parents to sign.

 Meanwhile, at the Argreste mansion in the dining room, Gabriel managed to get home on time for once.

 “What do you mean I won’t attend?!?!” Adrien almost shouted in anger at his father, who just wore a mask of neutrality. Gabriel just sighed as he told his son, his voice calm and indifferent.

 “I’ll allow to go to a normal school but I will not allow to go to one that’s filled with monsters, that is where I draw the line.” Adrien couldn’t believe this, these beings could teach him to be a better hero, learn amazing new things, and possibly confess his love to Ladybug.

 “So, you won’t let me go there just because they look different?” Adrien asked in a disappointed tone. Gabriel just looked as son confused and said.

 “No, I’m not letting you go because I know next to nothing about them and this could all be a trap! Without knowing anything you could get hurt Adrien or even worse. Son, though it doesn’t look like it I do care about you and don’t want anything to happen to you.” Gabriel finished showing signs of emotions, mainly worry and a touch sadness. Adrien thought about it and his father was right they didn’t know anything about the teachers, beside the fact they’re scary and powerful, but there was fact that his father left out.

 “Father, if they wanted to hurt us would’ve they done so already?” From what Nathalie, Gabriels’ assistant, told him the only time those beasts got violent is when other people wanted to attack or if they needed everyone to be quiet. So after an internal battle Gabriel told his son.

 “Very well you may attend this school.” Adrien then ran up to his room to tell Nino about what just happened.

 The end.  

[shingeki-no-scenarios]

Title: Baby, You’re Gone

Characters: Marco Bott x Fem!OC

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, Implied smut

Summary: “Have you ever been to Wall Sina?”

A/N: From this request!! I hope this is what you wanted, my dear :D

The orange sky slowly turned purple, and the smiles on the young couple’s faces turned into frowns; sundown always had been a melancholic reminder of how their little date was about to come to an end.

“Oh, don’t give me that look now.” Marco chuckled, hand reaching out to lightly poke at his beloved’s pout. Her eyebrows furrowed even more as she let out a huff at how lightly he was taking this.

“I know... It’s just that... I don’t want you to go.” she huffed, making his heart melt even more. Even when she was honestly upset, he found her to be absolutely adorable.

“Now, now.” he replied gently, taking her into his embrace and kissing the top of her head. “It’s not like I won’t return. It’s just really difficult for me to get a day off, that’s all.” he soothingly ran his hands up and down her arms in assurance.

“We don’t know that yet.” she mumbled, though it was still loud enough for him to hear. While she didn’t mean to be negative or pessimistic, she was just being blatantly honest– the line of work Marco was going into meant that he was hanging his life on the line.

Clucking his tongue and shaking his head, he pressed a soft kiss on her lips and offered a soft smile. He cupped her face and stuck their foreheads against each other, knowing that the action would usually calm her down.

“No one’s taking me away, alright?” he muttered and got a slow nod in response. “I’ll see you at the end of the month, as always.”

With that, he pressed one final kiss to her lips before making his way back to the headquarters, leaving the girl to force a smile through her tears.

He’s gone, but he’ll be back on the 30th.

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“Have you ever been to Wall Sina?” she muttered, fingers reaching out to lazily run across his naked chest, drawing invisible lines and patterns as the pair basked in the afterglow of their passionate love-making.

“You know I haven’t.” he replied in a whisper, taking her hand in his to press kisses on her fingertips, making her giggle at how the sensation tickled her. “You know I will get there, especially after tomorrow. You know that you will too.” he offered her a soft smile and wrapped her tighter in the blanket, making sure that she was warm enough.

“Yeah, yeah.” she mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder while she relished his warm embrace– she missed it a lot, after all, and she only had less than an hour left to enjoy it before he had to head back to the headquarters.

“We’ll get a beautiful house with big windows and we’ll fill it with plants. You’ll cook breakfast every morning and I’ll brew tea for us to drink at 2AM while we talk about how we want to go further. You’ll sing and I’ll dance.” he spoke about his plans once he moves into the inner walls with her, his voice dripping with hope and ambition. She grinned widely as she snuggled her face into his chest, knowing that he probably had that dreamy smile and twinkle in his eyes while he ran the vivid picture in his mind.

“Yes, baby. I know that.” she whispered and shifted to get more coverage from the blankets. He hummed in content and pressed a kiss onto her forehead, eliciting a soft chuckle from her. She, too, ran the picture in her mind while she let silence envelope them.

“Stay longer.” she begged, breaking the silence. While she knew that he had to get going now if he wanted to make it back to the headquarters at a decent hour, she let her greed get the best of her and asked him to stick around longer– after all, this was the first time she asked him to.

“Sure.” was his simple reply before pressing a sweet kiss on her lips and pulling the blanket above their heads. “Good night, my love.” he muttered as he let sleep consume them while he held her in his warm embrace.

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The sun shone brightly through the window and on her face, making the girl stretch and groan at the sudden heat. Cracking one eye open, she observed her surroundings and took note of how there was no sign of Marco. Her suspicions of him returning to the headquarters before she could wake up were confirmed upon seeing a neatly folded piece of paper on the bedside table.

My love,

I apologize if I cannot wait for you to wake up. I really have to go now. I wouldn’t want to be late for the graduation ceremony. We’ll see each other on the 30th, as always.

– Marco

Sighing heavily, she wrapped the blanket around her naked form and stood up. She slowly walked towards the window and hoped that she could get one last glimpse of him. Sure enough, she was able to see his backside from a distance as he walked farther and farther away. As much as she wanted to stop him, it would be selfish of her to do so and put a halt into his day.

“Congratulations, Marco.” she whispered, a bitter-sweet smile making its way to her face. As happy as she was for his success, she couldn’t fight back the strange, uneasy feeling she had in the back of her mind.

––

“Congratulations, 104th.” with Commander Erwin’s closing words, the cadets offered a final salute before breaking into applause and loud cheers. On that night, more than a hundred dreams had come true– after three years of cruel and difficult training, the once soft and naive trainees have grown to be seasoned, tough cadets ready to serve and protect the walls.

While everyone had a wide smile on their faces, relief was evident on Marco’s. Finally, he’ll be able to pay back his debt to the king, the man who has been serving and protecting citizens like him. He’ll also be to give his family and the love of his life the worry-free life they’ve always wanted.

“Congratulations, Bott!” Connie exclaimed as he harshly patted Marco’s shoulder, snapping the latter out of his trance. Flustered, he was only able to mutter out his thanks as his cheeks turned light pink.

“Yeah, man. 7th in the class.” Jean said proudly, enveloping his best friend in a one-armed hug.

“Oh, that’s nothing compared to the 6th placer.” Marco replied with a chuckle, too shy to talk about himself. However, he was sincerely proud of his comrades and how far they’ve come.

“Well, this definitely calls for a celebration!” Connie grinned widely, obviously excited as he tugged on his friends’ arms. Without hesitation, the pair willingly let the excited boy drag them towards the mess hall, where a bountiful amount of food and free flowing alcohol were waiting for them.

––

It’s been three days since the graduation ceremony and two days since Trost District was breached, but she hasn’t got any word from her beloved. From what she heard, all branches of the military were sent to fight, meaning that Marco could have been or is in grave danger.

Before she could worry further, a sharp knock on the door was heard, making her mother and two sisters jolt up immediately. Their mother was quick to calm down and get the door, leaving the three girls to remain rooted in their spots, more so when they saw a member of the Military Police exchange a few words with the older woman before handing over a note.

With bated breathes, they kept their eyes glued on their mother, who kept a calm and composed expression as she made careful, calculated steps towards her daughters.

“Please, God.” the second eldest of the three muttered, running a finger over her engagement ring while the eldest lifted a trembling hand to clutch her swollen belly. She, on the other had, tried to fight off all negative thoughts and keep her cool.

They were supposed to get a beautiful house in Wall Sina with big windows. She’d cook breakfast every morning while he’d make 2AM tea. She would sing and he would dance to her voice. Such plans wouldn’t be possible if he were gone.

Upon getting close to her daughters, the matriarch heaved a heavy sigh before handing the note over to the youngest.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear.” she said in a hushed tone. “They just thought that you and his family had the right to know.”

“No... No!” she yelled and sobbed. She clutched the note tightly before dropping to the ground, leading her sisters and her mother to rush to her side as they desperately tried to calm her down. “It just can’t be!” her voice was high pitched as she tried to speak through hysterical sobs.

Had she known that the night they talked about moving into Wall Sina was the last time they would talk, she would’ve thought of something better to say. She would’ve thought of waking up earlier to get one good look at him before he left. She would’ve listened to the uneasy feeling she had and stopped him.

She would have done it, but she can’t now.

He’s gone, but this time, he’s not coming back.

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JINAE DISTRICT

THE MILITARY POLICE DESIRES TO EXPRESS THEIR DEEP REGRET THAT YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER MARCO BOTT WAS KILLED IN ACTION AT TROST DISTRICT. 

NILE DOK MILITARY POLICE BRIGADE COMMANDER