#and seeing the way you drew her sword almost makes me want to use it myself for once. i mean - i won't

[muzzledhoundsheart]

❧❧❧THE BEAST INSIDE YOUR WALLS❧

Pairing ❧ dark!Gwayne Hightower x (f)reader  

CW ❧ dubcon, blood, fingering (f), oral (m), p in v sex, m!dom, possible typos 

AN ❧ I hope you guys enjoy this one! I had a pretty hard time with deciding if I’m gonna post it or scrap it and work on it another time or completely rewrite it but I think it pulled itself together pretty well in the end. Also sorry for any typos of any kind, I edit everything myself and English is my second language so some stuff slips to the cracks real fast (always makes me want to die when I see it ahaha) 

Fog hung thick over the trees, weaving itself round the crowns, through every branch hanging like shawls. Or more like nooses, Gwayne thought to himself. Him and his men rode through the forrest for hours now, seemingly without an end in sight. At every corner they rounded they found the same scenery, all blurring into one. While he enjoyed the status of being a knight, the glitz and glam of tournaments, young ladies fawning over him and men respecting him. He hated days like these. The sweat in his armor running cold down his back, the uncomfortableness spreading further, seeping deep into his very bones. 

„I see a village there! “, one of his men shouts. Oh, thank the gods he thought. Finally, some rest. He just hopes to find a good meal, a warm bed and a pretty whore to end the day well with. He could see in his men that they were all thinking the same, or at least some variation of it. They were so close they could almost make out the houses now, when suddenly, a shrill scream echoed through the Forrest. The horses were on high alert and almost knocked their riders off. It wasn’t just a scream of fear, it ran much deeper. The men looked to Gwayne unsure of how to proceed. „Sounds like a fucking banshee.“, a shorter roundish man spat with a heavy drawl. „My father used to warn me about them screams in Forrests, they’re luring you in to skin you alive.“, another one said. „Oh horseshite it’s probably just a kid who ran off and now can’t find their way back, serves ´em little cunts right.“ What a troop of heroes, Gwayne thought to himself. 

He took a deep breath and stifled a sigh, „You go on, I shall see if the forrest nymphs truly are calling for me.“ He said with a boyish smirk adorning his lips. The men looked uneasy but accepted his order and started their journey anew. Just as Gwayne was about to turn around to ride deeper into the thicket again he heard another blood curdling scream. His brows furrowed and he gripped the reigns tighter, dashing towards the noise. The closer he seemed to get, the colder his sweat ran down his neck, his thoughts running rampant stringing together gruesome paintings of violence and agony. Another scream, and it sounded awfully close. He drew his sword and the muscles in his pale back pulled taught, shifting underneath his freckled skin and sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins. The sight before him was, however, not what he imagined. 

A young woman was desperately struggling to climb up a mangled tree, she gained some footage and pulled herself up another branch, pained grunts leaving her mouth and blood dripping from her arm and side — drip drip dripping down from the wounds running down to her naked toes. Beneath the tree stood two wolfs, blood and saliva dripping from their snouts, bubbling around the corners making them look rabid, hungry — starving. The wolves didn’t even care about the deafening noise the hooves of his humongous stallion made, no, they were set on her, having already had a taste of her sweet flesh, eager for more.

 Gwayne ceased the opportunity and aimed for one of the wolves, within a few strives he was close enough to slash the back of one of them, their head hanging on by what little sinew the sword didn’t quite reach. This, finally, caught the other wolf's attention and he growled at Gwayne, ready to tear into his horse, pull him off and rip him apart, piece by bloody piece. Gwayne was faster though, stabbing the wolf in it’s side on one swift motion, his sword cutting into the wolf like velvet, releasing a gut-wrenching whimper, the wolf folded into itself while blood spurted out of it’s wound and snout, until his eyes glossed over, and his labored breathing stopped. It was almost beautiful how such such a beastly being perishes so pathetically, he thought, almost forgetting about the woman still hanging desperately onto the rotting branches of the tree in front of him. „My Lady... I’m afraid the branch will break soon.“ 

It took some time for the woman to realize what just happened. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, her chest heaving up and down heavily. Taking in her appearance, now being close enough to do so, Gwayne noticed how she was dressed, a white thin linen dress, almost looking like a nightgown, with nothing else covering her shivering form. Furthermore, the dress was ripped in multiple spots and her blood blossomed into the fabric, spreading like a visceral garden over her attire. She held her side with one hand and Gwayne noticed that her dress was ripped around her breast as well, it laid openly naked above the hand holding her side. What a lucky man Gwayne was. „Thank- thank you Ser. By the gods thank you.“ She breathed out, her voice sounding hoarse and rough. Gwayne dismantled his horse, hiding his almost perverse smile behind this mundane display.

 He approached the tree and held out his hand for her. Standing tall in front of it, he was sure the woman could reach him if she crouched down. „Let me help, my Lady.“ He said in the softest voice he could muster in this moment, his lips stretching into a friendly, warm smile. If only she knew. The woman was still apprehensive but did eventually crouch down and let him aid her in climbing back down. When she was on a brach low enough, Gwayne cupped the back of her knee and hauled her into his arms. She let out a surprised yelp and blinked up at him through thick lashes. The woman was caked in grime and blood, sweat clung to her body like second skin, but she was beautiful, nonetheless. 

„You’re all good now.“, he said, slowly lowering her to the ground while steadying her. Her hand went to her torn dress, trying to hold it up to hide her bareness. Before words could leave her mouth, he already unbuckled his cape and draped it around her shivering form. „What a predicament you were in ,my Lady. If you let me, I would take you to the nearest village to have a healer look at your wounds.“ He said not letting his gentle hold on her shoulders go. His fingertips slowly wandered up and down the familiar fabric in a soothing matter. „I would owe you my life, Ser.“, she haughtily breathed out.

 He was sure she’s lost enough blood to barely be conscious, especially now that the adrenaline is steadily leaving her body. His face contorted into a look of concern, „I might have to look at your wounds now and tend to them as best as I can. Forgive me but you’re looking awfully pale, my Lady.“ She let out an amused sound at that. „You might as well do it now, yes.“ she was swaying, on the cusp of fainting. Gwyane knelt down in front of her, slowly bunching up her skirt. The wound in her side wasn’t as bad as he initially thought, he got up again and assured the woman that he was only getting one of his satchels off his horse. He then proceeded to clean her wounds, dressing them in cloth and sending her assuring looks through his copper lashes. The woman felt like she was dreaming, being saved by such a beautiful kind man. 

He looked like a knight from a fairytale, his face was carved out of ivory, his eyes like the stormy waters that ran through the land and his copper hair falling around his cheekbones framing his pretty face. He got up again, wiping his hands on a cloth, discarding it after by dropping the bloodied cloth back into the satchel. „That should do it for now.“, he said. The woman was still dazed and looked at him as if he was a prince of the realm. „I cannot thank you enough.“ She expressed grasping tighter onto his cloak. „ Not to worry, my Lady, i have to wonder however you got yourself in this situation though.“. She looked flustered and diverted her eyes. „I was visiting my brother to take care of him, the cold got to him and i was afraid he wouldn’t make it out alive on his own. I thought taking the route through the forrest would get me home quicker, how foolish of me.“ 

Foolish indeed Gwayne thought to himself, stifling a grin. „I could offer you a bed for tonight as my thanks, Ser.“, her eyes lit up saying that, and Gwayne almost felt bad for how genuine she looked. It was rare to find someone seemingly believing in the simple kindness of man nowadays. He also wondered if she knew just what she implied with her statement, well he surely wouldn’t mind if that was what she was thinking of. Just the thought brought a shiver down his skin straight to his cock, it has been so long since he got to indulge himself after-all. „I would happily accept, my Lady“ he took her small shivering hand in his and brought it to his lips. She looked like she was about to faint again and before she started swaying, he decided to steady her with his arm around her waist. The woman stole many glances at him, and his breast swelled with pride — arrogance. He was sure he got kissed by Lady Luck tonight. 

He helped her mount his house and put her legs over his, one arm caging her in, so she „will be safe with him.“. They started trotting towards the small village nearby, her directions were surely helpful, making them arrive sooner than he anticipated.

They rode through a small marketplace coming across some of his men pointing him out to what seemed to be their bedwarmers for the night. Shouts of his heroism were heard, and the roundish man yelled „Not a banshee then ,aye?“. The woman then led him the way to a small hut. Nothing special really, made of wood and stone and mud. It looked solid — just — with greenery not only surrounding it but winding itself into every nook and cranny. They unmounted and she, still shaky on her feet, let him inside the small hut. 

His heavy boots stomped down on the creaky floor as he took his surroundings in; it was…homely. Certainly homely. A small kitchen met a big cozy bed draped in different fabrics and knit blankets. Books and various other items were strewn about, but it looked like it had a system at least. „You may take the bed and I will get you something to freshen up.“. Gwayne looked to her and swiftly grasped her wrist „I would rather claim my reward now, my Lady“. „I’m not sure what you mean.“ Her heartbeat quickened; she couldn’t have been so blind could she? He towered over her taking steps forward until both reached one of the wooden clad walls. She felt as if her flesh would freeze off, needles and pins spreading all over her body, her stomach in knots. „Remove my cloak“. All kindness vanished from his voice. She was staring at him, frozen in time. Cold cold cold fear encompassing her. „Now.“ he almost growled. 

Shaking hands reached up to open the claps, the thick fabric pooling around her still bare and bloodied feet. His eyes raked over her form, half naked and quivering before him. So delicious. His hand reached out to her, making her flinch away hard. This made his cock twitch, hard and wanting in his breeches. He moved quick and ripped the already torn dress to complete shreds. The cloth fell off her breasts entirely and he could almost make out her rapid heartbeat through her chest. The quick — thump thump thump — spurring him on even more. 

Gwayne’s hands found solace on her ribcage, his calloused thumbs slowly tracing the underline of her breasts, making her nipples pebble. The motion was almost soothing but her it felt like a predator seizing up his prey, installing fear in it and calculation their next move. She didn’t dare to breathe which he took note of — it made him chuckle. A deep rumble coming out of his chest. „I wont hurt you“. 

Liar.

She knew he would, they both did. His hands now cupping her breasts, clutching them tightly, pinching and pulling at her flesh. Small gasps left her mouth and she never felt more vulnerable than in this moment. He dipped his head to her level, copper strands kissing his cheekbones. His right hand followed her clavicles, up the tendons on her neck and settled on her throat. The pressure applied made her lightheaded. „Why don’t you sing my praises, huh, your great hero deserves more than this don’t you think?“ She wanted to bite that smug smirk off his face.

 It felt like he could sense what she thought, and he chose to attack first. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss. Gwayne’s tongue slipped into her mouth and he tasted every part of her. When they finally parted, her breaths were labored, chest heaving and saliva coated the bottom of her face, strings of it connecting them like a wet spider web. He kissed her again and again, growing more aggressive with each one, biting and pulling at her lips and tongue until she tasted the iron now coating their lips. She was ashamed of herself for how wet she’s gotten. Wetness slowly running down the inside of her thighs, as she felt how hard and wanting Gwayne has gotten himself. 

While Gwayne was biting and shucking at the juncture of her throat he ripped the last shreds of her gown hanging around her hips apart, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry eyes. Goosebumps littered her body as the cold air hit her skin, which was a welcome distraction from Gwayne’s searing touch, dipping lower and lower. He reached her mount and and slid a single finger between her folds. His lips breathed hot against her cheek „What a tight little cunt“, he moaned as he sunk his finger deep inside her. She wanted to run away, call for help and have him beheaded, but in this moment the coil winding itself in her stomach craved him to keep going, to do more. And do more he did. Another finger slipped into her — two long slender fingers stretching her tight wetness out in fluid motions. His paced steadily increased and he looked like he was about to rip her chest open with his teeth. Her breast heaving into his face and sweat slowly dripping into his face. He licked a long stripe up her artery and bit down, just hard enough to force a strangled groan out of her bruised lips. 

She was burning from the inside out from shame — it felt so delicious, being mauled alive. Just as she was about to completely lose herself in the pleasure, he withdrew his hand. „Get on your knees“, he commanded breathless and harsh. Her eyes refocused on him, and he sunk down, big, clouded eyes fixed on the flushed head of his cock. She didn’t even notice that he partially undressed himself. „Open“, he said as his thumb pressed down on her plump lower lip and hand wrapping around her throat again, much tighter this time. He ran the tip of his leaking cock along the edge if her teeth, finding great amusement in it. Even if she were to bite him, he could snuff her out in seconds. „Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do now, you’re definitely not a maiden,“ She was — but he didn’t need to know. She’s heard enough tales from friends and the brothel workers scurrying about the market when they found the time.

Light-headed form the lack of oxygen and limited in her movement she began running her tongue along his cock. Up and down the head, following a prominent vein slithering along the underside of it. Gwayne groaned and pulled her in by the throat. She sputtered around him, his cock reaching deep into her throat now. He left her no time to catch a breath, moving his hips in a fast irregular rhythm. „That’s it, take it“, he breathed out. His cock slipping in and out her mouth faster with every thrust. Spit dripped down his sack as cradled her head against his pelvis bone. Her eyes rolled up her skull and he swore he would have a corpse around his pulsating cock any minute now. Showing some mercy, he released her, and she gulped down deep breaths of air — coughing them right back out again. Her teary eyes looked longingly at his cock, bobbing and pulsating still, thick drops of precum dripping onto the hard wooden floor. Before she could do much of anything he leaned down and seized her by her claves. Pulling her, with her back on the floor now, closer to him. 

His hands pawed at her thighs and trapped fistfuls of plush fat for leverage. Her lower half hung in the air, and he had a full view of her creaming cunt. Gwayne halted for a short moment, asking himself if he wanted to taste her first, lick up the viscous fluids of her drooling cunt, dripping onto the floor. He discarded the idea and chose to position his cock at her entrance. In one harsh thrust he was inside of her, setting a brutal pace. The small hut was filled with wet slapping noises, moans and groans. Gwayne fucked her as if he intended on killing her. Her body like putty in his string hands and her cunt growing hotter and tighter around his swollen cock. He crouched down lower and threw one of her legs over his shoulder, rutting so deep into her she swore she would never be able to feel whole again without his cock in her. Her desperate whimpers turned into incoherent screams. They ran down deep into Gwayne’s bones and spurred him on as he felt his release coming. His final thrusts were brutal, kissing her cervix and bruising her pelvic bone in it’s wake. He grabbed her throat again and squeezed as his sack tightened and he released hot spurts of thick cum into her womb. They both stayed like this for many moments. He could still feel her walls convulsing around his softening cock, her soft hands laying atop his around her throat, wordlessly begging to release her. When he did, her body fell to the ground with a thud. Her legs still open, arms crossed above her head and her wounds weeping again. Sweat, blood and cum dripping out of her and mingling into a visceral painting of lust. Gwayne brushed his damp hair out of his face and slowly redressed. How he wished to paint the scene before him to take with him out on the battlefields. Alas — he grabbed his sword and pointed it down at her belly, slowly tracing a line up between her breasts and resting below her chin. „I don’t want any red-headed bastards running around, make sure to take care of it.“. „I-i will, don’t worry.“ He nodded curtly and threw her one last glance before leaving her hut. Her heart was still beating like a rabbit running away from a pack of wolves. She hoped the beast would trace her scent and find his way to her again soon.

[cupid3clipse]

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title : “you weren’t supposed to find out this way..”

warnings : none!!

luke castellan + reader

a/n : yes a sad imagine for my first post 😣

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you weren’t supposed to find out this way, luke had never planned for you to find out this way, to see him completely flip out on percy, to see him such a wreck. you were supposed to find out with him talking to you about it saying something among the lines of “i want you to join me.” but instead you found out is such a horrible heart wrecking way.

you were just following annabeth since clarisse (gf mentioned) had gone to her cabin which a few friends completely uninterested in celebrating percy who she envied, you heard a loud yell of pain with the sound of metal clashing looking at annabeth you two quickened your pace when you saw percy and luke fighting? you were confused until you heard Luke trying to convince percy to leave camp with him ‘why would luke want to leave camp??’ your thoughts consumed of the possibilities for answers but that was when luke raised his sword at percy and you knew you had to speak up and save him despite being lost for words your tounge almost incapable of moving you let out the name of the boy who had left you confused. “luke?”

it was barley audible but loud enough for both percy and luke to turn their heads to annabeth and you luke’s eyes had softened in realization the beings that meant so dearly to him bringing him back from his outburst. “annabeth..”

was the first thing he said before looking to see you the tears were brimmed in your eyes just like his (TWININGGG) his demeanor was changed from before when you found the two boys fighting “we heard everything.”

annabeth spoke her voice rough her tone so different from how she would normally use to the boy who practically raised her and cared for her, her older brother. lukes attention drew to you once again seeing the hurt expression

“sweetheart..” he let out stepping closer to you to which you backed up from him in fear as he reached his hand out to you. a tear escaped from his soft brown eyes realizing that his worst nightmare had come true. his girlfriend and his darling little sister were afraid of him, annabeth looked at you before going to percy helping him.

“you weren’t supposed to find out this way.” his voice breaking he wanted to come closer to you but stopped himself seeing how fearful you were without saying it he could just see it in your eyes, the way your beautiful eyes that he loved staring into had trailed over his face, orbs shaking he hated seeing you like that. he rarely ever did but when you were it hurt to see but this time was different from those other times, instead of you being afraid of the wars you were scared of him.

“i trusted you luke.” you let out and hearing those words it was like a punch in the gut he regretted not telling you sooner like he planned. “was everything you said a lie? is this relationship a lie? do you even love me?” hearing your heart broken voice shattered him to pieces he was disappointed in himself for making you doubt his love for you.

“no, no.. baby of course i love you i only ever lied to you about this i promise. i’m so sorry.” he cried only getting closer to you without realizing it. he had brought up a hand to your cheek running his thumb over the soft skin looking down at you he knew what he soon had to do and it pained him to leave like this he wanted to beg for you to come with him, beg for your forgiveness, beg for you to join him but it was no use seeing the fear and hurt in your eyes he knew he cut you too deep. he turned his attention from you to annabeth who was currently holding percy up his arm around around her waist luke took a deep breath.

“i love you.” he brought a soft kiss to your temple before he was gone, he ran off inside the portal he opened leaving you hurt and upset.

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a/n: i literally hate this but kinda love it, dk how to feel. i didn’t know how to end this so sorry if its bad but hope you enjoyed! and feel free to give feedback back !!

this scene broke me m still in shock, leah, walker and charlie acted SO WELL in this scene like rent was DUE

[keerysfreckles]

idk if you write angst of stuff but if possible could you write a angst -> fluff fic with Luke castellan where they get into a huge argument right before a quest, on the quest someone gets super injured and then it’s just a bunch of fluff and apologies as the other one tries to help the one who’s injured

not strong enough — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, blood and injuries mentioned, angst, rushed ending but shhhh

a/n: once again.. luke castellan brainrot.

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y/n was confused. she wasn't sure why luke asked her to go on this stupid quest with him. less than thirty-four minutes ago the pair got into a ridiculous argument about luke being too overprotective of y/n.

why she agreed to even go with him? well, y/n didn't know how to answer that.

so here she was, not even five minutes away from camp half-blood, already regretting her decision.

"did chiron even tell you why we're going on this quest?" y/n asked luke. he was in front of her in the path, and she wasn't looking at him as she kept her focus on the bumpy dirt road beneath her feet.

"cool, don't answer me," she responds to herself, sarcasm very heavy in her words.

less than a minute passes before y/n speaks up again. "i don't even know why you're so angry."

luke stops and turns to face the girl, "all i want to do is protect you!"

"and i don't need protecting!" y/n yells the same way he does, only resulting in a grumble from luke, as the two continue down the path in the forest.

luke stops again, causing y/n to bump into his back from her being too busy looking where she was stepping.

"okay silent treatment and being stubborn? luke really you-"

luke turned slightly and quickly placed his hand over y/n's mouth. her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before her eyes traveled to the reason luke stopped walking.

less then twenty feet away from the duo was a sleeping minotaur. y/n looked to luke in concern, not knowing how to get around it.

they weren't truly surprised a minotaur was there, considering they were out of range from the camp, it could be possible that a hundred different creatures were out in the woods.

"i think he's in a deep enough sleep," luke whispered, "if we're quiet enough we can go around him."

the two commence with luke's plan. it went smoothly. too smoothly.

luke led the way, y/n almost copied his every step in order for the minotaur to not hear them. just as they were about to get around the giant animal, y/n's foot slipped and cracked a branch.

"shit," luke cursed. the two teens turned to see the minotaur rising. "run!" luke yelled, before grabbing y/n's hand to make sure she was still behind him.

moments pass and the minotaur is still chasing after the two.

"luke!" y/n catches his attention while they were still running south, "we can't outrun him! he's a freaking bull!"

luke would hate to admit it, but he knew the girl was right. the bull behind them was plowing down tree after tree, trying his best to get the two campers for his late lunch.

y/n stopped running, and drew her knife from the holster around her waist.

"y/n!" luke called, realizing she had stopped. "what on earth are you doing?" his voice was filled with panic.

"i'm going to kill him the only way we know how to!"

with her words still ringing in luke's ears, y/n runs towards the minotaur. she propels herself off of a large rock, getting on the right side of him. she slashed her knife through his skin, making the animal cry out harshly. he immediately went after her.

luke knew he couldn't just sick back and watch. he ran towards the minotaur just like y/n had done, and his sword was drawn.

thirteen minutes pass. luke and y/n have barely made any progress with the angry animal, and were now both running out of energy.

luke was in the process of trying to slice the bull's head off, however his focus drifted. y/n was running once again towards the animal. luke watched as she jumped right into the minotaur's grasp. she tried cutting his hand off with her own weapon, however the animal only threw her onto the hard ground. y/n felt all the air leaving her lungs, and the last thing she saw was the minotaur's hand coming down at her.

luke could've sworn his heart stopped. y/n was laying lifeless on the forest ground.

"no!" his voice echoed through the green trees. somehow, maybe just by pure luck, by luke's loud scream the minotaur whimpered before running away. luke looked over at the animal, and threw his sword with every last bit of strength. the sword speard the minotaur's head. luke couldn't care about his sword at this moment, while y/n was bleeding out in front of him.

as luke got closer to the girl, he couldn't help it as tears started to spill onto his cheeks. he kneeled down, not hesitating to pick y/n up into his lap. he rubbed her shoulder with one hand while the other was caressing the side of her face.

luke scanned over her body. she had three large gashes going across her stomach, the blood was staining her shirt, and now luke's from holding her close to him. there was dirt and small scratches littering her face, but luke thought she was still the most beautiful girl at camp.

"y/n," luke's voice was soft, his tears spilling over much more heavily than before.

"y/n, baby, you have to wake up now," he cried.

"the minotaur's gone, you can wake up now," he reassured.

luke shook the girl once, then twice, then repeatedly.

"y/n! you have to wake up now! please!" his voice was failing him. he became to choked up with tears.

"someone help!" luke wailed, echoing in the forest, "please! help! someone help!"

luke only choked on more cries, before looking back down at y/n. he brushed the hair out of her face, and continued to rub his thumb over her cheek.

"you're gonna be okay," he whispered. he wasn't sure if it was ressure y/n, or himself.

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luke hasn't left his cabin in four days. he hasn't seen y/n in four days.

annabeth was starting to worry about luke. she saw the condition he was in when chiron brought both him and y/n back to camp. he was an absolute mess.

today was no different as annabeth knocked on the hermes cabin door. all of the campers were busy making their canoes for the yearly canoe race, but luke was no where to be found.

however, the only difference from today and the other three days she visited luke, the girl had news for him.

"luke," annabeth called, earning a mutter from the boy.

"luke sit up," she ordered.

annabeth sighed as she didn't get any sort of response from luke. she walked to his bed and pulled the blanket off his body.

"y/n is awake!" she got straight to the point.

luke turned as quickly as humanly possible. "are you serious?"

annabeth nodded fast, and laughed as luke practically lept out of his bed and was running towards the infirmary. he didn't care at the possible stares he was getting from the campers. y/n was awake.

luke walked into the infirmary, out of breath but hopeful as ever.

y/n was in the far right bed, with chiron and one of the camp nurses beside her. luke and y/n made eye contact, and luke wasn't sure if he could cry or scream.

chiron motioned himself and the other nurses out of the door, after muttering to them about giving the couple privacy.

luke instantly went to y/n, and couldn't help but let a few tears spill.

"i can't believe you're okay," he admitted. "how are you feeling?"

y/n took ahold of his shaking hand, "oh you know, as good as someone who got attacked by minotaur can be," she joked, which definitely lightened the mood in the dim infirmary.

y/n moved the blanket down and lifted her shirt to show luke her stomach, which was now cleaned, stitched and bandaged.

"looks like you'll have a cool scar now," luke chuckled.

"yeah, but now as cool as yours," y/n simply leaned forward and kissed luke's cheek, specifically where his scar was, causing a blush to cover his cheeks.

[mountkennedie]

Siren

Prince Caspian x mermaid!reader

Summary: Caspian goes on a late night stroll and gets intercepted by a mermaid

warnings: none

The reader has long hair, other than that, there aren't any character descriptions

A.N. I have been thinking about this so much over the past few months omg

Being a prince, Caspian had many responsibilities. But being a human, he needs to escape from those duties from time to time. What seemed to calm his mind the best was a late night stroll on the coast of Cair Paravel.

Due to the full moon, the sands glitter in a way no gem could ever replicate. He thought the only thing that could compliment the beauty of the sparkling sands was the illuminated water. Just standing there, Caspian felt the stress lifting off his body. The salty sea air was always something he was a fan of. The feeling of its breeze through his hair only made the entire scene that much better.

There were some rocks along the coastline. He would normally not pay them any mind. However, when an unusual sound emitted from them, his head whipped around. His eyes scanned to find a pair looking back at him.

He drew his sword immediately, pointing it at the creature. "Who are you," he questioned. All sorts of things can exist in the lands of Narnia, and anything that would be out at such an hour is one of suspicion. Especially one that already had its eyes set on him.

The creature shied behind the rock. From a different angle, she peered back at him. The moonlight glazed her skin in an ethereal glow, and before the prince realized, he had taken a few steps towards her. "Call me, Y/n."

Her voice was smooth and soft. He felt himself begin to drift away in it. He took yet another step closer, now only a yard or two from the rock she hid behind. With grace and caution, she climbed the large stone until she reached the top. She rested on her forearms, now at eye level with the prince.

Caspian's eyes took in the new view of her. She wore nothing on her upper half, relying solely on her flowing hair to cover her frame. His breath began to shallow, never in his life had the prince seen a woman in such an ease of wardrobe. He used his extensive self-control to bring his focus back to her eyes. And her eyes were another pool to fall into. Everything about this mysterious woman was holding him captive, and he could not figure out why. Nor did he want to put up any resistance.

"And yours?" She spoke once again in a voice of velvet. He almost didn't register that she said anything at all.

"Hmm?" He hummed. In any other context, he knew it would be rude to simply hum instead of coming up with the words to say what he meant. But in this moment, his brain was taking on more and more fog with every second he was near her. He was not focused on being the well-mannered prince as he always was.

The woman smiled, "Your name, dear sailor."

"Oh, yes," his voice was breathy. The smile she provided him only worsened his condition. The fog in his mind had crept to the rest of his body. He hadn't even realized he was up against her rock. "Caspian. And I'm not a sailor, I'm a prince." Every word that he could conjure came spilling from his lips. He wanted her to speak again, smile again, anything. It was astonishing how quickly she had gotten him under her finger.

"A prince." She maintained her smile as she reached a hand out and touched his chest. "I would have thought as much. You wear the finest of leathers." Her hand stayed on his chest. And he made no effort to remove it.

He hummed again in response. He wore a smile on his face that proved how removed he was from sanity. She moved her hand up over his heart, his hand came and met her there. The warmth of his palm sealed her to him.

"Would you like to see the rest of me, dear prince?" She spoke in a whisper. He only nodded in response. She smiled once again and lifted her tail out of the water. She allowed herself to wrap a bit around the rock to make sure the moon made her scales shimmer.

He gasped, and she looked back at him. At first, I was nervous that she had scared him off. But he only stared. His eyes soon traveled back up to hers, and his pupils were completely blown. She knew she had him.

"You are most beautiful," his voice was airy. His breath steadied, and his eyes were trained on hers. With her other hand, she placed it on the right side of his face. He leaned into the touch and, for a moment, allowed his eyes to shut.

"As are you, dear prince."

How it happened was simple. She held onto him as she descended the rock. Held his hand from the shallow water, deeper and deeper. Until the water was too high for his feet to hit the bottom. And before she dragged him to the depths, an idea of mercy came to mind. He was a prince and a handsome one at that. Maybe something could brew between them. So she kissed him and filled his lungs with the new ability to no longer rely on air. Then, drug him down underneath the waves.

[elffics]

⊹𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒇

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʀɪᴘ, ᴍᴀᴇᴅʜʀᴏꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴏʀɢᴏᴛʜ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀᴇᴅʜʀᴏꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The elf rode gracefully through the dense forest on his steed, the leaves whispering their secrets as he passed by. The moonlight filtered through the canopy. Maedhros took this trip alone just to clear his mind from the dark thoughts.

As he listened to the soothing sounds of nature around him, a sudden piercing scream shattered the tranquility. It was an ugly scream that did not sound like for an elf or human, sending shivers down his spine.

Curiosity piqued, the elf urged his horse forward towards the source of the commotion. As he drew closer, the sound of swords clashing filled the air, the metallic clang echoing through the trees.

Guiding his horse through the trees, Maedhros emerged into a clearing to find a figure covered with dark armor and a cloak, slicing through the Orc bodies with their long sword. what stunned Maedhros was that the mysterious figure used not only their Sword but also their hand that seems to have long nails.

he stayed hidden behind the trees, his gaze never left the cloaked figure. as an experienced warrior himself, he can tell that this person is a skilled fighter but also their moves were unnatural, they were fast, very fast and deadly. there is no way that's even an elf.

Maedhros did not know what to feel about this person. they were killing the Orcs that makes them not with the dark side but still, they were different...

Fire surrounded the figure as they sliced and killed more Orcs, the fire prevented The orcs from escaping. it was like the figure enjoyed this very much, making the Orcs suffer, making them bleed heavily before they die. it looks like the figure was just playing with them, not caring much.

When the figure finished them all, their head turned to the place where Maedhros was hiding. he immediately hid himself behind a tree. his body moved quietly but quickly, reaching his horse, although before his hand reached his horse, a sudden force slammed his body against the floor, pinning him down, which only confirmed Maedhros suspicious that this figure in not an elf.

Maedhros's eyes met with striking golden eyes. those eyes he can recognize anywhere, the same beautiful golden eyes that he saw back then in Angband dungeons.

his body slowly calmed, a grin formed on his lips as he observed the beautiful female face. "we meet again, although this meeting is better than the last one", he said to her.

"hello little elf", her voice came like a whisper but deep, a little smirk appeared upon her lips making her sharp teeth appear, as she was still pinning him down. slowly she stood and helped him up. the fact that she calls him little elf yet he is taller than her is quite hilarious.

"I am quite relieved to know that you are alive and well, dear friend". he said to her, observing her figure. she looked well. the last time he saw her was before he was hanging in that cliff by Sauron.

"glad to see you alive as well, little elf". her eyes tracked every scar on his face then went to his right arm. his right hand was missing.

"well, almost". they were silent for a few seconds then both began laughing at eachother. "still the same you". "so what a powerful vampire like you doing in such a place, killing Orcs?".

"I was traveling, not really knowing where to go but it seems wherever I go there are Orcs everywhere. those ugly things keep spawning everywhere". a deep sigh left her mouth, she hated them a lot. "I found that they had a bounty for me, they want me". her eyes returned to look at Maedhros's face."Sauron wants me".

Maedhros felt his body shiver as she mentioned that name. that name gave him nightmares. "come with me, stay in my land, you have helped me before when we were trapped together in Angband". he stepped closer to her as he spoke.

she smiled and shook her head. "I'm a vampire, little elf. people don't trust me, people fear me. while it warms my cold heart that you care for me, I cannot accept your offer".

he sighed then smiled, he knows she is quite stubborn and won't accept easily. "then how about we camp together now since it's night and share our stories together?". "well, this seems a good idea, yes let us make a camp. the forest is safe since I got rid of the danger", she said. Maedhros laughed and nodded, "yes, you did well, although you seemed like just playing with them. come, I know a good spot to make our camp".

as Maedhros led her to that place, they spoke a few times before they arrived there.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Could you request Nanbaka x Reader? (Platonic/Romantic)

Fem Reader who's like Kanae Kocho, from Demon Slayer, but in modern era. With Kanae's personality and abilities.

Reader as Hajime and Hitoshi Sugoroku's cousin (You can add this if you want; Reader works at the Nanbaka with her Sister)

-The inmates of Cell 13 of Building 13 of Nanba Prison had managed to escape, again, and were currently rushing through the building, a plan in mind to go and have some fun while Hajime was giving chase, charging down the hallway like a speeding train.

-The members of Cell 13 were having a blast, laughing loudly as Uno called back over his shoulder, “Give it up Hajime- you won’t catch us!”

-Rock skidded to a halt, causing Uno, Jyugo, and Nico to crash into him, making Jyugo yell up at him, “Why the hell did you- holy…” his eyes went wide as they all looked to see what made Rock stop, seeing a very beautiful woman, wearing a prison guard’s uniform, with a pair of butterfly clips on the side of her hats.

-You smiled beautifully, looking so gentle and elegant, “Oh my- I found you! Now let’s get you back to your cell, you naughty boys.” Instantly they melted, becoming completely obedient to you as Nico took one of your hands while the other three fought via rock-paper-scissors on who would get to hold your other hand all the way back to their cell.

-Hajime was exasperated, seeing them being so well behaved for you, a tick-mark on his cheek as you smiled sweetly at them, “Now stay in your cell. Shall we continue with the tour, Hajime?” as you turned to him.

-Instantly the four gremlins surrounded Hajime, furious that he didn’t tell them that they were getting a new guard, and one so cute!! Hajime looked exasperated as Uno, trying to flirt, came over to you, “So how does an angel like you know a gorilla like Hajime?”

-You just laughed into your hand, looking amused, “Oh- Hajime is my cousin. He’s the one who told me about this place and both my little sister and I applied.”

-The four turned white, hearing that you had a sister, before Hajime grabbed Uno, throwing him off you before leading you out, shouting at them to stay in their cell.

-This made things worse however, as Cell 13 broke out even more, just to see you, something you thought was cute, but you were worried about Hajime’s stomach, something Hitoshi asked you to keep an eye out on.

-However, it was much easier for you to wrangle Cell 13, as they would willing following you, just to spend time with you, making it a bit easier on Hajime and Seitaro, while you got along easily with Yamato, sometimes the two of you were very similar it was almost scary.

-Your little sister worked in the hospital sector, working under Dr. Otogi, both of them, so you got to see her quite often, especially when you would bring Nico, and the other three members of his cell, to his checkup.

-They were a little more scared of Shinobu, as she was a bit crass, but her treatments were always gentle, something ratted her out on which made her flush and made you coo on how cute was being.

-Many other inmates adored you as well, as you were always so kind and gentle, something they enjoyed, but Cell 13 was quite territorial over you, while Hajime didn’t want you to be around any of them at all, as he considered putting you on desk duty for a while but realized that might cause more issues.

-Rock was curious, as you didn’t look like a fighter, like Hajime, as he had seen the sword strapped to your side, something he had never seen you use yet, but you just giggled when he asked, “Oh I’d like to think I’m strong. Hajime and I used to play all the time!”

-You showed your strength during one of the trips to the clinic, after some other inmates escaped, wanting to cause havoc and when they saw you, they tried to attack, as you were the first woman they had seen in a long while.

-You just smiled softly before sliding a leg back as you drew your sword. A swarm of flower petals surrounded you as you easily took the six attackers out, not seriously injuring them, just knocking them out.

-When you turned back to Cell 13, they were all hugging each other, looking scared, seeing that you were just as strong as Hajime, knowing that the sweet smile you wore didn’t match- you were scary just like Hajime.

-However, when you smiled sweetly, flowers and bubbles surrounding you, they melted, smiling goofily as you herded them towards the clinic as other guards arrived to handle those who tried to break out.

-Nobody broke out of Nanba, either being unable to or they chose not to, like Cell 13, because they didn’t want to be apart from you.

[dokidokitsuna]

Slowly, I think I’m getting a handle on this…I tried studying the character art from my favorite dead MMORPG, Maple Story 2, and I think it helped me find a style for the shading and rendering that’s more dramatic but still sort of cartoony.

Plus, I’ve been doing a bit of script writing, which always helps me figure things out. ^^ So please enjoy the additional work I’ve done on these character concepts.

-Between these two, Magolor definitely needed the most work: you can tell because I basically drew a full character design sheet, which is something I almost never do because I don’t like repetition. XP But it doesn’t feel repetitive when I’m totally lost to begin with. ^^; I think I got a little too abstract that first time I drew him, so my focus here was to figure out the specific shape of his body and rebuild outward from there. In stark contrast to my usual Magolor designs, he’s very tall and muscular, with an imposing silhouette (especially with his cape on). Yes, he IS hiding something under all those purple bandages, but we won’t talk about it today. ;)

-I also like that his outfit gets darker the further inside you go, from the solid white cape and glittering chains, to the silver armor and gray scarves, to the skintight navy blue fit underneath. Symbolism??? Perhaps~

-Blade’s design was already pretty solid, so I just adjusted her cape a little, and then dove straight into the Rainbow Malady concept art. ^^ Phase 1 has her sprout a second eye and wings on one side of her face. Her head catches fire, as the power of the Rainbow Sword attempts to ‘burn away the darkness’. In this phase, Blade is already in a lot of pain, but remains fully conscious and can even speak, when she isn’t coughing up multicolored blood. She can recover from this on her own with a day of rest. Phase 2 is much more serious, forcing her organs outside of her body, and growing star-shaped welts over the rest of her skin. At this point, she can no longer recover without Magolor’s help-- essentially, he uses magic to shove all her organs back where they belong and stitch up the open wounds. It’s like setting a bone after it’s broken-- just as painful as the injury itself (if not more), but necessary for proper healing…which takes about a week.  Phase 3 is the last and worst, transforming her arms into elongated wings and her whole body into burning plasma, on top of all the issues from Phase 2. Thankfully, she can’t really remain conscious in this phase-- she’s usually delirious from fever, blood loss, and her brain literally burning away. ^^; Storywise, she needs about a month to recover from this, so she doesn’t use it too often…of course, as the 'player', you can put her through it as many times as you want. =T

-Fun fact, I guess: So the primary love language between these two characters is food. ^^ I was musing about what I could do with a protagonist arc centered around worsening illness (which is…surprisingly rare), and I thought, “so what do you do for sick people? You put them to bed, you manage their symptoms, you clean and comfort them…and most importantly, you feed them.” And then ^that little doodle basically came to me in a dream, and from there evolved the idea of Magolor showing kindness to Blade by cooking for her.

Most of the time, the little affection Magolor shows to Blade is…basically performative. Think of it like a hammy supervillain petting their cat-- it’s more of a character stim than anything else. ^^; The way Magolor talks to Blade (and especially the way he talks about her…) makes it clear that the hand-holding and headpats don’t mean much.

But on the other hand, giving Blade food and watching her cutely devour it, especially during the times when she’s bed-ridden and he doesn’t see her as often…I like to think that might genuinely endear her to him a little, enough to make it a sort of stand-out gesture. Like, if he strokes her forehead when she’s sick, that’s whatever; but when he spends 5 hours making a Maxim tomato consommé for her to eat, that’s him trying to say he cares. Maybe it’s just a tiny bit, maybe it’s just in that moment, but a small part of him truly wants her to be happy.

[color-craz]

AF MidWeek Round-up!

This is just a simple post compiling all of my attacks so far along with some artists notes! Mostly because I found myself much more active this year than last year (Minus these few couple days due to some appointments). I'll be tagging everyone and linking to other socials so you can see these lovely folks. Of course if you want to attack me, I'm ready to fight! Without further ado, here's all the attacks so far :>

@cosmicdenro @stellarknightz - Weekend Date The name of the game for these first few attacks was to get everyone who I was supposed to last year but ran out of time ^^;;. I decided upon Jesse's Zircon over Jesse the character (one in my bookmarks) b/c it seemed like Turquoise Zircon was less drawn this year but was his icon on AF. So easy pick from me :> (Btw doing Sodalite's stripes and copying Zircon's shape language was really fun!!)

@/clawothy (Twitter) - Chill Cat Another attack from last years bookmarks! It was definitely a soft but enjoyable opening into drawing furries since Claw's so human shaped. It was fun drawing his tail and patterns :>. This is just a nice character design all around.

@twidaisi - Speedy Service Twi was also one from my bookmarks, but also a doorway down an ArtFight rabbit hole. Which will become apparent in the next two pieces. For this one, I had a pretty clear pose in mind so I placed it onto O.R.B.I and went from there!! His design is so neat and he seems so cool! The pose was also pretty fun to do as well, just an overall fun art piece (Also this one got a revenge!!! I still really really love thank you so much!!!!!)

@scratchgeist - Escapism Ho! This was a doozy! Twi had Scratch's profile linked so I ended up hitting him with an attack too. Drawing Scratch's mane turned out to be a pleasant experience despite me originally fearing it. This scene idea also came from a prompt of Scratch going outside. I ended up putting Polish on this because all those scratchy "ink like" lines I actually did manually (take a fuzzy brush and then go over it using a sketchbook eraser). It was nice dipping my toes into BatIM again and trying out more animal feature.

@/stylin.art Instagram @/crypticc0rpse Instagram - Pirates in arms One of those two people were linked on Scratch's profile and the person linked also linked to the other person. But I realized that both Stylin and Crypt had some shared characters. So this ended my little rabbit hole of people by attacking these two lovely fellows at the same time. This little crossing swords idea took me a nice minute to come up with but I liked how it ended up anyway. I really did like drawing James together like this (probably helps that I really like pirates in general). Also yes I know her hand is fucked up I noticed way to late to fix it.

@smoresthehalloweenqueen - Listen to the waves Once I finished up with that I moved onto the next bookmark, which was Smores! Originally I was gonna draw Brutus but then I was like "I like his sona it looks like fun!" So I drew them listening to music because why not :>. I struggled on the arms initially but it came out real clean and nice. Honestly might be my best work so far! (Fun fact, I color picked the waves + background from Seafoam's icon.)

@skittisketch - I got it! Mr. Sascachawean himself! I referenced this pose form the classic Objection point because I thought it would fit his personality. This was also a little bit of a test with a style I had only done in sketches (Basically my human style but omitting a neck which somehow shaves off a lot of time). This was a super fun pose to do with a pretty nice background! (Once again, fucked up hand I know I noticed too late again)

@justpainterrobot - Rare Nightly Sight I had this really really clear picture of what I thought up for this attack and I'm happy that I was able to make it a reality. I put the polish tag on this one because I almost got super super detailed of what the junk was below her (Stuff coming down from Elysium n all that) but due to a lack of references I just went with typical metal and wood. Fun fact, the night sky in the background is based on the one from Deponia itself (The first game's scenes with the professor at night). I think this rewrite of Toni was really cool from what I could find about her. Overall a labor of love type of attack.

@coelpts @swan-swanno - Boss Battle I thought to myself "Hm, I see Coelpts around a lot, lets hit him with an attack." and it turns out Ciel's gay married to Swanno's charater Mikhail, who was the last one in my bookmarks from last year. So another double attack for this one! It was a struggle starting this one mostly because I was debating whether or not to draw Ciel's Lord outfit but I ended up doing so because why not :>. It was a fun experience copying Swanno's more angular style, which is a stark departure from my more rounded shapes (As you can see here). Has a nice venture doing the lighting as well, overall a good experience.

@tailsylennon - Sweet Treats Mitchell showed off Tasily's proflie one day and I saw their sona and was I was like "Lemme draw it!" and did! I ended up following another prompt by her because it was their birthday! (By the time I started on this it was 8 pm and I freaked tf out and got to work). Her sona was really cool and I really loved drawing them. Fun fact, each of the set pieces references the Hallows Souls trio. The chair is decorated after Terra, Markus is the table, and Whistle pallet is used for the tea set :>. It was just a pleasant and cozy attack to make overall.

@ceaseless-enemy - Congratulations!!!! I've actually known about Voila for quite awhile now and thought his design n theaming is quite neat! I actually based the pose off of Ai from Oshi No Ko (I think one of her key arts before the anime released, ifykyk). But I skillfully cut out the legs because I can't draw digitigrade legs... Hooray... Otherwise it was quite nice to work on this attack in particular, especially the eyes and the hair :>.

@killbent - Getting Ready This is another one I had a real clear idea of prior to doing this, specifically because Killbent gave a prompt to give Mr Fairchime pink hair, so i thought a "pre-show" set up would look nice :>. The lighting was another new venture for me, because I usually do cool/night time like lighting but I think it turned out nicely for Fairchime. It was also fun doing the accessories and stuff on the vanity as well. Fun Fact, it's a bit hard to see through the watermark + lighting but the face paint and pallet both have the colors of his make up! Overall a pleasant and warm attack for this year.

And that's all of them so far! I picked up some new bookmarks + I gotta get Twi back for drawing Compact!! So those will probably be compiled by the end of AF so about, early August-ish if I keep up the pace. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and gracing me with the opportunity to draw all of these amazing characters!

Until next time!

-Gappy, Witch of the Stars

[spectrechosts]

Necrosis - Chapter 3

More questions without answers, and one that maybe shouldn't have been asked.

Full Series

The six of them watched a lone zombie flail miserably in their direction, caught on a low-hanging tree branch and left behind by the mindless horde.

"Well?" Lagakh said, gesturing at it. "Go… detect magic."

"Um, no?" Lunaeris scoffed. "It'll bite me or scratch me or… something. Cut off its limbs first."

"Right, cuttin' his limbs off." Grunted Hrok as he hefted his axe.

"Please don't cut it's limbs off. This poor corpse has been desecrated enough." Said Sophia.

"Seconded. Sorry love." Agreed Kallixenia.

"Right, not cuttin' his limbs off."

"Okay, well, I don't want to get chomped, so…" Lunaeris shrugged.

Ryse silently drew her bow, and before anyone could ask what she was doing sank an arrow into both of the zombie's knees. She walked up to it as it collapsed and shot another two into its elbows, pinning it to the ground and severely limiting its movement.

"Good enough?" She asked.

Lunaeris grimaced. "I suppose. Let's see…"

She got to work examining the zombie, giving its head a wide berth.

"Okay, remember that this isn't my area of expertise." She said, poking at it with her faintly glowing staff. "But as far as I can tell it's just your bog standard raise zombie spell underneath the modifications. Well, the one modification. I don't see anything aside from what I assume is the recursive casting, no long range command, nothing. It's just a regular zombie."

"And the impossible recursive aspect?" Sophia said, crooking an eyebrow.

"Incomprehensible. An awful tangle of triggers, timers- I'm fairly certain attempting to cast this would instantly kill me, it would drain so much mana so quickly. I don't even think it's looking for bodies before it tries to raise them, it's just casting at nothing every few seconds. I'd have to see the original spell to be sure, which altogether brings us to the next point."

Lunaeris gestured in the direction they has been heading.

"It's tethered way off over there, drawing mana from something. They didn't even try to hide it." She said, frowning.

"What does that mean?" Lagakh asked.

"I don't know yet. Nothing good."

"A trap?"

"Maybe. I don't know, it-" Lunaeris furrowed her brow as she stepped away from the zombie. "It feels unfinished."

"What's it going to do when it's finished?" Sophia asked.

"I don't know."

"How close is it to being finished?" Asked Lagakh.

"I don't know!"

"What can-"

"She doesn't know." Rumbled the paladin, protective. "I suggest we keep moving, find the answers to all your questions at the other end of that tether."

"Ugh. Lagakh grunted, getting back on her horse. "Nothing's ever fucking simple, is it? Can't just be an impossible disaster, has to be one that's going to get worse."

"Oh, it might not. Maybe it's a really nice spell that's built on making unlimited zombies forever." Ryse said, leaping onto her own steed and stretching her arms above her head. "Wouldn't that be something?"

"Oh, sure." Sophia grumbled. "Maybe once the wizard has ransacked enough graves, all the zombies will do a fun little dance."

"See, that's the spirit."

~

The journey was unsettlingly uneventful, the nature of the horde leaving its trail devoid of life as it swept everything it encountered into its mass.

Still, as they set up camp after the day's travel, Lagakh assigned the night's watch. Getting complacent got you killed, better to lose some sleep over nothing than to lose your life. She would take second shift with the wizard, and Ryse and the paladin would take first. She settled in for a short rest, and fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.

She awoke to Ryse batting at her shoulder.

"Shift change." She said, and Lagakh grunted and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She donned her armor almost on autopilot, going through the motions with half-lidded eyes until she finally grabbed her sword and trudged out to the campfire, where Ryse was splayed out waiting.

"Alright, I'm up, you can wake the wizard and sleep." She yawned, and Ryse just rolled over and looked at her quizzically.

"I just got up? Lunaeris wanted to switch shifts, you're with me."

Lagakh exhaled slowly through her nose, and tossed a log on the dwindling fire.

"You know, I just may have put the two of them of separate watches for a reason." She said.

"You don't want to stay up with me?" Ryse asked coyly.

"I don't want to get ambushed because the married couple can't keep their eyes off eachother."

"Oh, please. The paladin? You're more likely to slack off." Ryse said, getting off the ground in a graceful cartwheel that saw her flop back down directly in Lagakh's lap. "Besides, we're alive, aren't we?"

Lagakh made a noncommittal grunt.

"You worry too much!" Ryse chided, stretching. Lagakh stole a glimpse of her exposed midriff before looking away as the cat continued. "All business all the time, it's like you never left the army. Learn to live a little, boss! Have some fun! Like me!"

Oh, were it that simple.

Lagakh would love to have fun, preferably with Ryse, but it was… difficult to know how serious the cat was, about anything she said or did. Everything was couched in layers of irony and deception.

Lagakh wasn't used to this level of confusion when dating. Back home these things were very simple, if you liked someone you killed a large boar and loudly offered to feast upon it with them and that was it.

She had the feeling Ryse would… not appreciate that.

"Ryse?" She asked, and the feline flicked her eyes to her with an interested mrrp? "Can we… talk plainly, with eachother, about something?"

Oh gods, she felt pathetic.

Ryse sat up, giving her her full attention. "Sure." She said, blinking slowly.

"It's just…"

Oh gods.

"I, I know that you, joke around, a lot, about things-"

She was sweating, and Ryse just watched her flounder through her words.

"It, uh, I like you, quite a lot, and you act sometimes as if you like me too and I was just wondering if you were serious about that or if it was just another one of those things you do to mess with people."

Nailed it.

Ryse's eyes widened, and she just stared at her silently, her expression unreadable. Seconds ticked by, and Lagakh's blood ran cold.

"I-"

"I should watch from a different vantage point, we'll cover more area." Ryse mumbled, and Lagakh felt like she could die.

"No, listen, forget it forget I said anything-" She sputtered, as Ryse swiftly darted into the shadows, her black fur melding seamlessly into cover of night.

"Gahh. Fuck." Lagakh swore, burying her face in her hands.

[therealsmuttyone]

Lilia part one:

I looked at everyone. 600 men under my command. 600 men waiting for my instructions. 600 families waiting. “Alright everyone listen closely. This is our one shot to kill them all and go home. We have too much waiting for us. Our kids, wives. Family. Friends! They’ve been waiting for you for years. Will you let them wait for nothing? What are you fighting for? Who are you fighting for?” With those words, i could see their will to fight grow stronger. It was like a dream they held on to. Home. “Our Queen and Princess trusted us to carry the name of Briar valley with us on this journey! Are you going to make them regret it? Our future heir, whatever it may be, a princess or a prince, needs us!” I looked at Baul, my second in command with a look of determination. “Baul you lead the charge.”i tapped on his shoulder and looked down at him. “Show them why you’re my second in command” His eyes matched my determination. I knew he had his daughter waiting for him. He had a reason to fight. “Isaiah, you flank the guards, twins,” I shot a pointed look at the set of identical twins who seemed to not only share a face, but their movements scared even me. They were synchronized. Way too synchronized.”you two will shoot any ambush attacks and Ivy, you stay back!”

I thought about what i wanted. Who i wanted to fight for. I could see her perfectly in my mind i could hear her voice. To say it sounded like bells was cliché but it certainly sounded gentle. Like a mother’s song, carried by the wind. But it was as sharp as a thousand thorns. Like roses. Beautiful but deadly. Koneko. She too was a fae. I wanted her to hug me and tell me everything was going to be fine. i took one deep breath and closed my eyes. Okay Lilia, i thought to myself, this is your chance to show humans-no to remind them that fae are not to be tested. Prove Meleanor right. She made you the general. Their lives are in your hands now. Make Revan proud. Prove the senate wrong. You’ve only got one chance. I opened my eyes.

“CHARGE!!!!!!” The battle was long and bloody. The screams of human man and child alike fell on the deaf ears of my men, as they slaughtered them. They were stealing for us. Killing us without reason and without cause. i charged the castle as the twins (whose names i could never remember) laughed and killed them all. I was on the second floor of the castle when it happened. I was stabbed. “AAGH!” Cried out and held my hand to my wound but…there was no blood…there was no wound…how? I saw it… “who was that? What was that?” The disembodied voice that seemed to magically behind me made me want to kill myself. “A vision. One doesn’t need common sense to know that. But that’s what we get for having a filthy bat as a general” they spat out the insult, like it was poison. “A filthy bat” “oh screw off.” I said standing up. I didn’t care for the senate. Not one bit. They laughed. “Lilia, that is the one person you cannot let live. If anyone else survives we can find and dispose of them but this one….” A path of green seemed to glow in front of me. I followed it.

“you can’t do it Lilia. We know you can’t.” I scoffed and turned right. A fancy castle. I wasn’t too amazed by it though. I had people to kill and a lover to return to. “I can. Do you forget who i am?” “We don’t forget Lilia…we just know your heart…and you don’t have the heart to kill this one.” the path stopped in front of a door. A basic wooden door. One that was quite smaller than the rest. Hell one could mistake it for a servants door. I took a deep breath and drew my sword. “Shut up. I can.” I shoved that door open and almost laughed…it was a baby…but a wee baby sleeping peacefully in the crib that lay directly in the center of a room. The room was bare but it was full of signs that the parents loved the baby…toys and gold..and cards and pictures and crude drawings. My face scrunched up at the sight of it all. Fae children were much more mature..probably because we didn’t do all of this shit. “This is who i have a kill? A baby?” The Senate seemed pissed at my cocky question. “Don’t be so prideful. That baby, should you let him live, will kill and destroy everything you have ever known and loved.” I looked at the crib again. “This thing? It looks like a monkey..” the senate wasn’t appreciating my humor. “He will kill the heir.” I looked at the crib. “I…” it was a baby…”it’s just a baby…and I’m just a man…trying to get home. Please. Give me some other options! I can hide the baby!” They shot that idea down “He’ll find you.” “I can raise him and hid it from him!” They shot that idea down, “He’ll find out. You know what you have to do. “

Could i do it? I stood over the crib and looked at the baby with golden hair and an air of innocence you’ll never see on a child fae. I..I’m just a man. I raised my sword over the sleeping baby. “Forgive me…”

Authors note: I’m sorry this took longer than i expected to actually write this…..damn…the word count….just count it..i’m stupid. It’ s over 1,000…anyways, part one has been done, time for part two! What do you guys think will happen next? Let’s leave theories in the comments. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language. Or my second. Or my third. Working on part two now. WHOOOOOO!!!

@koneko-dreams

[sycamoresiren]

The Winner Deals the Final Blow

This fic is for @neurodivergentcyborg as part of the MCYTBLR Gift Exchange!

It's a Double Life PearlescentMoon character-focused fic, and I'm pretty proud of it

I really hope you like it Emri!

CW: Vague violence, character death (Life Series appropriate), depiction of MC TNT

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The remnant of bloodlust still pulsing in her veins carried Pearl up the steep hill to the common grounds.

Meet me at the place it all began, Scott’s note had said, so she trudged higher through the trees to the clearing where she knew he’d be waiting for her. She knew he was probably waiting for her to cross the threshold of the clearing so he could spring some trap and avenge Cleo. Now that only she and Scott remained, she was walking straight into another fight. She hadn’t stopped to clean her sword and her boots tracked the vestiges of snow in the grass near her destination.

The dense canopy of trees overhead thinned as purposeful steps drew her nearer to the meeting place, letting moonbeams filter down to the forest floor. A light near the ground caught her eye, so she strayed from her path to investigate the subtle glimmer at the base of a tree. Each step brought more into sight – the handles of an identical pair of diamond axes crossed and leaning against a gnarled oak, newly polished so that every nick in each sharp blade was easy to distinguish. She recognized those axes instantly. One of those axes belonged to Scott, and the other to Cleo. Her soulmate and the one he had chosen instead of her.

Nestled in the space between their handles she was surprised to see a pristine golden apple. She leaned and picked it up, turning it over reverently in her hands. These were banned, as just one bite would sever the tie between soulbounds. She could nearly feel the chaotic power singeing her fingertips as she held it. How long had Scott kept this, pulling it out in moments alone and almost succumbing to the temptation to sink his teeth in? He would have been free of Pearl, no longer bound to the mad lady, the Demoness, as some called her. And he left it here, carefully added to a memorial for the person he wanted to be bound to. Was this Scott’s way of apologizing to Cleo for not eating it?

The thought angered her. She turned her eyes to the path ahead of her where she knew Scott was waiting, over the horizon from her view.

It was Scott’s fault in the first place that she ended up like this. His rejection had cut deep, deeper than anyone else understood. Sure, other soulbound pairs had their own dynamics, their own version of what it meant to be bound to each other, but none of them had been rejected as thoroughly as Scott had rejected Pearl. Even Cleo’s rejection of Martyn hadn’t been that complete, and they had even grown to care for each other in some sort of way. A convoluted, hostile but resigned sort of way. Scott had done everything except drag the strings of fate from the cosmohyphic plane and sever them himself. Now she knows he might have even had a way of doing that but never used it. What sort of chaos would that have caused though? Messing with the fabric of reality never comes without its consequences. In this case, reality was that Scott was soulbound to Pearl, no matter how much he fought it and denied it, bargained and wished. So, they had remained soulbound, Pearl’s sanity slowly deteriorating and Scott living in denial. Cleo was dead now though. Pearl had left her for last. And that left just the two of them.

Pearl returned the golden apple to its resting place, guarded by those vile weapons, and she quickly moved to put the peaceful place behind her. Within the next few strides, she crossed into the clearing where Scott is waiting for her. By the lightening sky, Pearl saw Scott is kneeling in the clearing, unhurriedly checking and polishing each piece of his armor. His back is turned, and he makes no indication that he’s noticed Pearl’s entrance. I can take him by surprise, she thought, and end this confrontation before its even begun.

Her hand twitched at her side, ready to grasp the handle of her weapon as she stalked around the edge of the clearing, footsteps precise and intentional, eyes focused on Scott’s systematic movements. The way her heart leapt in anticipation of dealing the final blow was familiar to her by now. No matter how many times she had raised her weapon against another person, her hands still trembled with uncertainty. Her hands were uncertain, but her mind was not. Ever since the first time she had borne hostility down on someone who she had once considered a friend, she had no doubt of the necessity of her actions. It wasn’t that she thought they deserved it; it was more so she knew she deserved her revenge. This time was no different. She would kill Scott, because she was supposed to, because that’s the only way this was going to end, and Pearl wasn’t going to wait for him to get to her first. Her weapon was half raised, gleaming in the pale light when she froze in place as Scott began to speak.

“I didn’t think it would end this way,” he said conversationally. “It goes without saying I didn’t have a lot of faith in us.”

She glanced over his shoulder at what he’s doing. All of his weapons and armor, what remained after he left those twin axes at their respectful resting place in the forest, were clean, organized and neatly packed away, not ready for battle. She lowered her weapon.

Of course he hadn’t had faith in them. If he had seen any redeeming qualities in her at all, he would have given her at least one chance. Pearl wonders what that would have been like. What would have happened if at the beginning of this, instead of emerging from her dangerous nether journey to Scott’s cold accusation of abandonment, contrasted and punctuated by Cleo’s fiery, vehement insistence that any soulmate worth keeping would have sought them out before anything else, she had been welcomed by someone who appreciated her valor, her willingness to get her hands dirty and do the things that needed to be done? What would have happened if she had been valued for possessing the very qualities she had been vilified for?

“I had faith,” she softly broke the silence after a moment. “I had faith in myself, and my dogs.” Maybe I would have had faith in you, too, if I’d been given the chance, she left unsaid.

Scott chuckled as his hands finally ceased their work and he turned toward her, rising. “You’re right about that. Whatever we said about you, that you were unhinged, bloodthirsty, or demonic, that’s one good thing we all knew you had. You never doubted yourself for one moment, did you?”

Pearl thought about all the things she’d done, confidently and without hesitation. She had the nerve to do things others would have immediately abandoned in their minds as too severe, too impulsive, and she had the audacity do them with unfaltering confidence.

“It paid off, didn’t it?” she countered defensively. She refused to be criticized for her methods, here, at the end of the journey, and now, moments from dealing the final winning blow. One decisive strike is all it would take to turn her into a victor, even though it would mean her life was cut off as well. After all, she and Scott were still bound. His suffering was hers; his pain was hers too, and his death would render her both victor and victim of her own violence.

“Of course,” he said placatingly, “I didn’t mean to imply you’re overconfident. How could I, given where we are right now?”

Pearl looked at the clearing around them. It was jarringly serene to her, after the night of violence she had endured, and the adrenaline still in her veins caused her heart to beat overwhelmingly in her ears, drowning out the sound of early birdsong. The sun has risen over the horizon now, and the dewy grass seemed to glow in the golden rays. Since they hadn’t spent much of their time here it was mostly untouched, bearing none of the marks of human interference that had been created in other places farther off. Perhaps at the start of this, she would have found it a wonderful place for a picnic.

But this place held a much graver significance. Her thoughts drifted towards the others who had once passed through this clearing with her, finding their soulmates in one another and laughing, or returning for secret meetings, leaving their respective soulbounds in the shadows to look away and pretend they didn’t see the betrayal. All those others were gone now. The air felt heavy with departed souls, and Pearl could almost hear the specters calling out, insistent, though she couldn’t interpret what they tried so hard to convey.

When her gaze returned to Scott, she saw he had pulled something from his pack. He held a flare in his hand, primed and ready to light. Pearl knew well there was no one around to signal, as did Scott, but she was wary of what he planned to do with it.

He lit the flare against the striker as he spoke next. “No, I think your faith paid off. You deserve to be here.”

He raised the flare in front of him as he took one, two, three steps backward. He looked evenly into her eyes, for once neither shrinking back nor skipping over her.

“You deserve this more than I do.”

Pearl didn’t see the TNT under his feet until the flare had already left his hand.

[yandere-heaven-nyxie]

Have y'all heard of our traveler's siblimg has a record in Irminsul... Like.. Ain't that weird? Anyways, angst potential 😍✨

After hearing all of what Buer had said to her, Lumine still couldn't quite grasp at the fact that her own brother belonged here.. Then, what about her? What was she? Was she truly alone since the beginning? Or was her memories playing tricks on her... She wanted to cry but hold off those tears, she doesn't want to be seem as fragile.

•~🖤~•

What was it.. What was the reason that made her want to cry when she finally sees her brother again.. Just why isn't she at least feel a bit of happiness other than this devastating feeling of wanting to fall apart.

"Who... Are you?" Her voice almost broke but it didn't, she's still trying to hold on.. But for how long?

Aether looks at her confused, well slightly.. He still covered it up quickly with the emotionless facade, "I am your brother, Lumine."

"Don't. Lie to me. I asked once and I never want to repeat this again." Her voice was boarse. It almost felt raw.

"Who. Are. You?!" Her glowering eyes was filled with pure loathing, betrayal and devastation. Questioning their very existence and purposes.

"You're not my brother. No, Do I even had one in the beginning? I can't tell anymore.." she covers her ears, eyes shaking in fear. It began blurring her vision but that wasn't the only reason, her tears were finally out. She's breaking... Into pieces just like a brittle gem.

Aether wanted to get close to his sister but the moment he did, she drew her sword and backs away.

"I don't know what my purpose is anymore.. All the things I had done was because of my determination to find you..

In hoping that we could go home, but I guess..

This is Your home.."

She smiles whilst her tears were like waterfalls, falling down nonstop. Shutting her eyes close again, her voice was shattering just like her heart.

"Maybe I could love you like I used to.. Eventhough, you're different."

Aether fell into silence, seeing his twin sister cry over him. She looks like she's about to just give up

"I don't know.. If I can hendle the truth anymore, if this is enough to break me."

"You have to, Lumine. This is the only way-"

"DOES IT TRULY HAVE A MEANING ANYMORE?! EVEN IF I FIND OUT THE TRUTH WHAT WOULD CHANGE!?"

Aether was shocked hearing her scream. She's frustrated and in rage. Sorrowful and Alone.

"YOU WOULD STILL LEAVE ME EITHER WAY OR WORSE MAKE ME KILL YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS!?"

Her tears never stopped flowing, like a broken pipe. But she was quite, eerily quiet. Her weapon in hand but still unmoving, her eyes were dull, hollow and dark. Just like the Abyss, as if she had fallen down in it before.

"What was my purpose.. In doing all this eventhough I know it will only be useless..

Right.. I just wanna go home.. I just.. want.. Happiness."

-The End-

[elliewiltarwyn]

FFXIV Write 2024 | #20: Duel

Word Count: 702

(again, no gpose, been too sick to log in. was almost too sick to write tbh, glad i managed to get this out lol)

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Fourth Astral Moon, 13th Sun, 06 7AE

I just got beat up by Gulool Ja Ja. That’s not nearly as bad as it sounds.

We were just taking our leisure after Wuk Lamat’s initial trials when a Landsguard arrived at our cabins to tell us the Dawnservant wished to summon me—me specifically—to the Sunperch. He also said we were not to speak of this to Wuk Lamat, which struck me as odd at the time but makes sense now.

And he didn’t waste any time once I had arrived: he drew his enormous swords from the side of his throne and challenged me to single combat, as he apparently had with Estinien and just seems to enjoy doing in general. There was no malice in his gaze and no sense of mockery, just a strange wistfulness and a wish to make a connection.

It wasn’t entirely dissimilar from the look Zenos gave me - the one that has haunted me for over a year now. But what haunted me then felt strangely soothing now, even as it provoked the same eager sensations within myself that Zenos did in Ultima Thule, and that…can’t be wholly attributable to its source. Because I’m the common denominator here.

A warrior looked at me and wished to test their strength against mine in the hopes of making a bond that can’t be forged any other way. I think…what bothered me when it was Zenos was because he was the only one who had. It unsettled me too much because no one else had attempted to bond with me like that, and led me to believe I perhaps shared more with him than I actually did - enough to sever my pact with my avatar. (…or try to, at least. Thank gods she’s getting along with Mia now.)

To have the Dawnservant of Tuliyollal, one (two?) of the most honorable men to have ever lived who peacefully united disparate cultures and peoples under one banner more successfully than possibly anyone in history, also express this desire… I think it makes me feel better about having this quality within myself. This drive to seek adventure, challenging myself, pushing my limits until they break, dancing close to the precipice…for their own sake. Searching for such pleasures for no other reason, as an adventurer…just as Zenos noted. As terrible as Zenos was…that doesn’t mean he couldn’t share such qualities with myself or even people like the Dawnservant.

So when Gulool Ja Ja challenged me - “Are you warrior enough to stand against me?” - I couldn’t help but smirk and say “Why don’t we find out?” and drew my own viper blades without hesitation, eager to throw myself into the fray.

I say that he beat me up, but I suppose that’s actually not giving myself enough credit. Despite how relatively new I am to the discipline, the soul crystal provided and I stood toe-to-toe with one of the strongest warriors I’ve ever met. Sure, every bone and muscle was screaming in pain when we were done and Wuk Lamat basically had to carry me back to the cabins afterwards (while expressing her extreme exasperation at her father because he keeps doing shite like this and it’s extra frustrating when it’s people she knows), but he seemed just as tuckered out—and extremely satisfied with my performance.

There was more, of course: he had wanted to judge my strength, see if I was fit to attend his beloved daughter. I feel relieved that I apparently passed that test with flying colors, because I don’t want to know what he would do to me if I hadn’t… But it certainly means something to have the Dawnservant trust me with guiding one of his heirs, to hopefully guide her along the same path that he walked.

…Having told this to Mia and Lily after returning to our cabin, they both gave me a knowing smirk and Lily started whistling innocently. She’s right, of course, and has been all along - Wuk Lamat is my protégé, and there’s no use pretending otherwise at this juncture. At least her father trusts me to do so…and determined that with an unexpectedly effective method.

[athanza]

"Snowfall" - Part III

Fem!reader (from a non-canon, lesser known house) + Aemond Targaryen (romantic) + Rhaenyra Targaryen (platonic) + Damon Targaryen (platonic) + Helaena Targaryen (platonic)

Tags: Family drama, royal politics, romance, platonic fluff, angst, lots of tention (good and bad), protective Aemond, protective Rhaenyra, found family

Warnings: An attempted SA in part III, mentions of parent death during childbirth, parental abuse, canon violence, Aegon being a creep, canon swearing, a little bit of light smut later down the line but nothing too nsfw.

Summary: Elisana's father brings her with him to King's Landing when he's summoned by the Queen to discuss a rebellion in his territories. Her and Prince Aemond begin to fall for each other but family secrets begin to surface and it creates a tense situation between her house and house Targaryen.

Part I | Part II | Part IV

Two more days passed and the negotiations within the council had heated but were finally coming to an end. It wouldn't be long before Elisa was due to return home with her father, and she was trying to find a way to ask him if she could stay.

The night came quickly, but dinner seemed to last forever. Daemon had joined them now, having returned from official business at Dragonstone. Aegon sat miserably at his place at the table, downing cup after cup of westerosi wine. Lord Eris stayed his tongue so as to not insult the Queen, and Rhaenyra glared at him from across the table. Aemond, on the other hand, stole glances when Elisa was too busy talking with Haelena to notice him.

They had spent continuously longer lengths of time together on the tower. Their training was going well but that wasn't the only reason for their meetings anymore.

The sounds of steel on steel echoed over the tower but they were high enough that the wind drowned it out and they couldn't be heard by guards, or more importantly, Lord Eris.

"You're slow today Aemond." She mocked. "Had too much wine?"

He retaliated with a growl and she quickly ducked to dodge the blow.

"I'm not as slow as your draw." He retorted with a smirk.

The next few moves were more practice but she then flipped her sword so she held it backwards and slashed at him, down twice, then across. He dodged the first two but blocked the last. He was frustratingly quick.

They circled each other slowly for a moment, Elisa's eyes carefully watching him, calculating each move she could make and each one he could use against her.

"Have you grown afraid of me? Attack!" He mocked.

She lowered her sword and began walking normally towards him. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his sword raised.

When she got to a mere meter away from him she brought the sword up but he blocked it with little to no trouble.

He replied with his own attack but as she dodged it she drew the dagger from his belt and brought it to his throat. That was a defeat.

They stood catching their breaths for a few moments, standing unbearably close. She smiled at her victory, but then, without warning, he leant forward and kissed her.

She froze for a moment in surprise, but it didn't take long for her to begin to melt into the kiss, against her better judgement.

Her grip on the dagger loosened and the blade moved away from his neck.

She wanted to stay there.

She pulled away and their lips stayed a mere centimetre from each other for a moment, his free hand now on her wast.

"We can't." She said, almost at a whisper as she lowered her head, her temple now resting against his chin.

"Elisa-"

"We're not betrothed. It would be foolish of us."

He wrapped his arm around her further. "Then let us have this moment."

She placed a tender hand on his cheek and moved her fingers forward to gently brush over his lips.

Gif by @aemondtargaryensource

The last thing she wanted was to leave but she couldn't fall for a man she wasn't betrothed to, only to have to leave in two days and possibly not see him for years to come; after he had married another woman and had his own children. She couldn't survive the heartache.

She wanted to stay with him, in his arms there on that tower for as long as she could, but she had to tear herself away.

"I'm sorry." She said.

She placed his dagger in his hand and walked away.

He watched her leave with a longing he had never felt and she wanted nothing more but to turn back.

When she got far enough back into the passageways, she leant her back against a wall and held back tears, fingers pressed to her lips, not wanting to forget how the kiss had felt but forcing herself to.

She breathed in deep and she began to calm, but a familiar voice appeared not far from her.

"Well well." Said Aegon, walking unsteadily toward her. "What are you doing out here?"

"Not now Aegon." She hissed, beginning to leave, but he grabbed her forearm.

"I'm a Prince." He said. "You shall address me as such."

"Let me go or I'll cut off your cock and feed it to the pigs."

"You couldn't if you tried."

She reached for her sword but realised she had left it on the tower with Aemond.

"What a shame." He mocked, before grabbing her and pushing her to the ground, placing a knee on her back. "And there's no prince Aemond to save you this time."

"Get off me!!" She yelled, starting to panic. He was a drunkard but he was still stronger than her.

"Shhh shhh shhh." He hushed. "You'll spoil the moment."

"I'll kill you if you touch me! I'll kill you!!"

She heard him undo his belt buckle and tried to squirm, but he had his entire weight on her and she could barely breathe.

"Get- get off me!!" She choked.

He ignored her and began to pull up her skirts but Aemond's hands appeared out of the shadows and grabbed him by the hair.

He pulled him off of her and threw him to the ground violently.

Elisa scrambled to her feet and Aemond began to punch him, again and again but she didn't turn around, she just ran.

"You worthless cunt!" Aemond yelled.

Elisa's boots thudded against the stone floor as she sprinted through the darkened passageways, her heart racing and tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Suddenly, a large heaving shadow in the dark before her made her skid to a stop. She slipped in the dirt and fell to the ground, hard.

She shadow unfurled it's wings and turned to her, it's eyes seeming to glow in the darkness.

It was Araxi, one of the younger dragons, yet to be tamed.

Elisa held her breath, having not seen a dragon since she was a child, let alone this close. Her heart did not slow as she stared at the beast before her, she knew the danger of an untamed dragon.

[esther-dot]

Do you think Sansa will get disfigured in her journey to North? I am not saying this have to be punishment to Sansa. Just that she had to face hurdles in going to North and it won't be easy ride. Other characters like Brienne and Myrcella get their face eaten/slashed by bad people who almost killed them. Could be possible that some people who try to abduct her can hurt her in some way. I just want her to be safe.

“I just want her to be safe.”

Me too, anon!

I'm not sure that I see the point in her suffering additional injury. She was brutally abused as a prisoner in KL:

After he was gone, Sansa sank back onto the rushes, staring at the wall until two of her bedmaids crept timidly into the chamber. "I will need hot water for my bath, please," she told them, "and perfume, and some powder to hide this bruise." The right side of her face was swollen and beginning to ache, but she knew Joffrey would want her to be beautiful. (AGOT, Sansa VI)

"Thank you, ser." Knowing that Joffrey would require her to attend the tourney in his honor, Sansa had taken special care with her face and clothes. She wore a gown of pale purple silk and a moonstone hair net that had been a gift from Joffrey. The gown had long sleeves to hide the bruises on her arms. Those were Joffrey's gifts as well. When they told him that Robb had been proclaimed King in the North, his rage had been a fearsome thing, and he had sent Ser Boros to beat her. (ACOK, Sansa I)

What could it mean? Should she take it to the queen to prove that she was being good? Nervously, she rubbed her stomach. The angry purple bruise Ser Meryn had given her had faded to an ugly yellow, but still hurt. His fist had been mailed when he hit her. It was her own fault. She must learn to hide her feelings better, so as not to anger Joffrey. When she heard that the Imp had sent Lord Slynt to the Wall, she had forgotten herself and said, "I hope the Others get him." The king had not been pleased. (ACOK, Sansa II)

"Leave her face," Joffrey commanded. "I like her pretty."

Boros slammed a fist into Sansa's belly, driving the air out of her. When she doubled over, the knight grabbed her hair and drew his sword, and for one hideous instant she was certain he meant to open her throat. As he laid the flat of the blade across her thighs, she thought her legs might break from the force of the blow. Sansa screamed. Tears welled in her eyes. It will be over soon. She soon lost count of the blows.

"Enough," she heard the Hound rasp.

"No it isn't," the king replied. "Boros, make her naked."

Boros shoved a meaty hand down the front of Sansa's bodice and gave a hard yank. The silk came tearing away, baring her to the waist. Sansa covered her breasts with her hands. She could hear sniggers, far off and cruel. "Beat her bloody," Joffrey said, "we'll see how her brother fancies—" (ACOK, Sansa III)

Now that I think about it, the show did kinda minimize just how bad the situation was for her, and I wonder if that's why fans have a feeling that she will need to suffer more in the books? I understand you are not saying that, only, I can't help but feel that's an idea in the fandom that has kinda laid the groundwork for the expectation that she will be disfigured? I know other characters suffer injuries, but I haven’t seen something specific that made me believe it would happen to her.

In fact, I’ve thought looking so much like her mother would factor into her return to the North and talked about that in an ask about her hair and washing out the dye a few years ago:

She’s forced into the game, she’s been used by others to try to claim the North, so it seems like we need her to decide she will reveal herself in spite of her fears, she will play the game in spite of the danger, and, if she is to be QitN, I think she’ll be involved in taking it back. (link)

And I'd think her face would be important to establishing her identity as well. Perhaps I’m unduly optimistic, but I don’t worry about her making it safely to the North.

[pandemoniclucio]

How do you think the courtiers would react to an MC who they’ve known for ages, like they grew up together and married young so they know almost everything about each other?

MC has known them before the devil came into the photo and they are very understanding of the courtiers more ‘questionable’ habits, hobbies and personalities.

(Sorry for the long ask but I saw a similar ask and thought it was intriguing, you don’t have to do vasimol if you don’t want too idm xxx)

The Arcana Courtier HC's #1

For this I'm just gonig with the assumption that the MC doesn't have a demon form or any implications to their immortality.

Valdemar

Don't ask me what you saw in them but let me just say they weren't as creepy as they are now. Maybe that's what drew you to them & caused your marriage to them.

You always knew that your partner had a taste for the more medical & somewhat morbid so you decided that you'd help them by using there skills to make a profit.

You were unsurprised that they eventually made a deal with the Devil, it made sense since they were hunugry to figure out all sorts of diseases.

When you reach Vesuvia after they get hired, you have to keep them & their experiments in check and make sure the doctors working under them don't see anything they shouldn't.

You both ended up in the realm of the Arcana after the Devil was defeated, but were contempt.

Valerius

You two knew from a young age that you were in an arraged marriage, but that just made everything more convientient, cause you fell hard for this beatiful drunkard.

You both were happy that he got the job of Consul but you knew the moment Nadia went asleep that he was aiming higher than expected.

Politics was a tricky game, so knowing that Val is a bit of a selfish prick, you made sure that he & the other courtiers didn't completely fuck up Vesuvia.

He did consult you on his upcoming business venture with the Devil, you did warm him about the consequences but supproted him even if you were opposed.

When he was released from the Devil's magic, you've never been more relieved and happy but before you could admit any of that you did give him a scolding.

Vlastomil

Somehow, centuries ago, you managed to snag the man's attention away from worms and marry him. Despite his love of worms, he has a deeper love for you.

Although he was a reknowned wormoligist, you were the one making sure that you had the coin to continue a life of some luxury. You were both happy either way.

You were sceptic when he told you about making a deal with the Devil. You supported him regardless, since it ment you no longer had to worry about other things anymore.

When the M7 saved the day and beat the Devil, he returned to his human form you were happy, since it ment the worm problem would die down.

Volta

Despite the fact that you were both poverty stricken and starved, you both managed to find some light in the darkness with each other and eloped.

The deal with the Devil was a double edged sword, you both got immortality and power but at the cost of Volta never being satisfied, but it got you both out of your terrible situation.

When you both reached Vesuvia, you actually convinved her to take thr job of sniffing out the foods for the plagye, this landed in her getting hired & you living a relatively good lifestyle.

When she was finallly released from the Devil's magic, you two finally enjoyed your dream wedding without any interuptions.

Vulgura

You must be either just as bad if not more war hungry than this crabby gremlin, or had some form of bloodlust in you that they admired enough to marry you let alone befriend. You two were like Ares & Aphrodite except human, and not causing any wars.

It was, honestly, a matter of time before your spouse decided to make a deal with the Devil. You were surprised that it did not happend sooner.

When you reached Vesuvia, you managed to convince Lucio & Nadia to hire your spouse as Ponifex.

As soon as the Devil was defeated you had to deal with a sad Vulgora since the violence has absolved whch was gine since they finally calmed the fuck down.

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