#beheading a king is never quite enough

[ickadori]

++ 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐄/𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

[summary] uraume doesn’t like you, but sukuna has taken an interest in you, and there isn’t a thing in this world that they wouldn’t tolerate for lot sukuna, even if it is you.

[cws] fem reader. uraume hates you! they want to cook you, and mention it quite a lot -> mentions of cannibalism, but no one is actually eaten…yet. true form sukuna for the win. uraume very much has the hots for sukuna. team effort oral -> sukuna receiving. fingering -> reader receiving. threesome.

[an] inspired by this -> link. sosososososos happy this was planted in my head m going insane actually.

Uraume hates you, indubitably.

You were a human, a sturdy one to be able to withstand Sukuna’s affection, but a human nonetheless. While their views on humans weren’t as grandiose as the likes of Geto, they still deemed them as beneath them, and anyone beneath Uraume had no business being in the presence of Sukuna, and yet you had been kept around.

They hadn’t known what Sukuna wanted with you at first — they had originally intended to cook you into a meal fitting for their king. You had plenty meat on you, and the king was often… hoggish when it came to his appetite, so you would have done a good job in being a filling meal, the only things humans were good for in Uraume’s eyes.

Sukuna had nearly beheaded them the moment a knife had been pointed in your direction. For whatever reason, you were special. It baffled them, entirely, completely, it still does. They had spent so much time watching you, observing all the things you did; the way you walked, the way your eyes nervously flitted about, never venturing past someone’s collar bones, the way you brushed your hair, the way fed yourself, how your fingers held the fork and knife (quite clumsily, may they add. You were clearly due for a lesson in etiquette.), how you tried and failed to properly tie your kimono, forcing them to fix it for you lest you both be on the receiving end of Sukuna’s wrath. Appearance is everything, didn’t you know that?

Speaking of appearances… you were pleasant enough to look at, but Sukuna had an endless sea of pleasant faces to pick from, ones that came with a bit of training, so what had drawn him to you specifically?

They couldn’t put their finger on it, and they guessed that it ultimately didn’t matter. You made their master happy, and they could tolerate you until you inevitably landed in his bad graces, and then they’d serve you up to him on a silver platter.

On the day that Sukuna had angrily called for them, they had thought you had finally done it, and had quickly come to his call with a pep in their step and a glint in their eye.

Uraume didn’t find extreme amounts of pleasure in killing others, it was simply a part of their job, but they can’t deny that the thought of being rid of you elicited a response similar to ones they got whenever Sukuna bestowed his praise unto them, something that hadn’t happened since you had wormed your way into their kingdom.

Yes, as humans say, Uraume was jealous. They were envious of the attention Sukuna gave you—and you were so greedy. You took it all and held onto it with an iron fist, scared out of your wits that he’d grow bored of you if you loosened your grip even the slightest bit, because then you’d be up for the pickings.

When Uraume finally made it to Sukuna’s quarters, the sight they were greeted with wasn’t a foreign one. He was sat on the bed, kimono pooled around him, while you kneeled between his legs, your own clothing nowhere in sight. His cocks were hard and twitching, fat dollops of pre-cum sliding down the shafts, coupled with the remnants of your saliva, or perhaps your slick.

So you had failed to please him, as many often did. One cock of that size was too much for most to handle, let alone two, and you were human, after all.

“Lord Sukuna.” Uraume drops into a deep bow, their head touching the cool floor and staying until they’re given permission to stand. “How can I assist you?” Would Sukuna have them dice you up and turn you into a nice stew? Or perhaps he’d like something a little more raw… Human meat and muscle tended to be tough and dry, if not properly prepared, but Uraume had done this for centuries, and was kept around for a reason.

They’d make you into a meal worthy of being consumed by—

“Train her on how to take me.”

Pardon?

“You.. don’t wish for me to dispose of her?” That fiery flame flickers in his eyes, and Uraume rushes out a thousand apologies, hand placed over their heart as they lower their gaze. “Forgive me for speaking out of turn, my Lord. I shall do as you ask.”

This task has never before been requested of them, and they find themself at a momentary loss as they lower themself to kneel beside you, eyes scrutinizing you while you avoid their gaze. They quickly gain their bearings.

“Do I have permission to touch her, my Lord?”

“You do.”

“Open your mouth.” You look to Sukuna for confirmation, and Uraume bristles. As if you’re so high above them that you don’t immediately do as they say, tuh. With a nod from Sukuna, you’re hesitantly opening your mouth, and they insert two fingers, the pads of them pressing down on your tongue. They ignore the way that you gag and tears spring to your eyes, your clenched fists shaking on your bare thighs.

They push their fingers in deeper, making you violently gag as your throat constricts and you quickly jerk your head back. “I see what the problem is.” Their fingers are slick with your saliva, and they just barely resist the urge to wipe it clean on their clothing, figuring that Sukuna would take it as an insult. “You’re not relaxing your throat and jaw when you take him - allow me to demonstrate.”

Uraume turns to Sukuna, a flutter in their stomach as they direct a question his way. “Permission to pleasure you, my Lord?”

“Do as you please.”

They fall into habit easily enough - hands bracing against the thick meat of his thighs, tongue swiping out to wet their lips before moving to trail up the underside of his cock before placing a wet, gentle kiss on the head, quickly giving the other the same treatment. His scent is heady, strong, and Uraume breathes him in deep before their lips are wrapping around the dark, uncut tip, jaw and throat relaxing as they take him all the way in, nose pushed into a set of wiry curls.

Uraume cuts their eyes at you, lips stretched wide around the cock in their mouth, and find that you’re watching with apt interest, thighs not so subtly rubbing together as rock back onto your heel that’s positioned underneath you.

Greedy — putting your own pleasure before Sukuna’s. It’s unacceptable, and they rectify it with a swift snatch of your hair. You’re pushed towards his neglected cock, and you’re given a moment to prepare before it’s pushed into your mouth, Uraume’s hand on the back of your neck forcing you to take him all in.

You choke and gag, the action bringing forth a deep, guttural groan from Sukuna, and Uraume watches as he brings a hand down to grip your hair at the roots, his other holding the side of your face. Uraume’s nails bite into your skin before they can stop it, and you cry out as best you can, hands pushing at Sukuna’s stomach as your tears flow freely.

You’re flailing now, and Uraume has half a mind to let you fail again, not caring if they’re on the chopping block as well, but Sukuna comes before everyone else, first and foremost.

They pull their mouth off of his cock with a wet sound, strings of saliva and pre-cum stretching from their lips to the dribbling tip, and quickly lick it away as they place their hand around your throat, right where they can see the bulge formed. “You have to calm down.” Their thumb gently rubs against your skin, voice low and as soothing as it can get as their free hand smooths down the expanse of your back and over the curve of your ass. “Breathe through your nose - yes, just like that.”

Their fingers find your cunt, wet and plump, and two easily slip inside, walls eagerly sucking them in. “Move your tongue against him, he likes it.” You make a noise of complaint, and they tighten the hand around your throat. “You now live to please him, so please him. Move your tongue or I’ll—” A violent shiver wracks their body as Sukuna’s energy spikes, and Uraume softens their voice again, fingers twisting and rubbing as they search for that special spot that always renders the most skittish, stiff women into malleable, pliant dolls.

You finally do as they say, judging by Sukuna’s reaction, and Uraume keeps up their ministrations on your cunt, fingers plunging in and out, resulting in a lewd squelch, the sound barely audible over the way you occasionally gag and moan. Their gaze trails over to Sukuna’s neglected cock, and deciding that you’re doing a decent enough job now, they move to take him back into their mouth, fingers still moving inside you.

With your previous resistance gone, Sukuna takes it upon himself to move you back and forth on his cock, veins on the back of his hand bulging as he ruts into your mouth. Uraume does well enough on their own to be exempt from the treatment, head bobbing and hand fondling at heavy, full sacs as they suck, tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft, even occasionally mushing against his tip and pushing into the slit there.

Knowing him as well as they do, Uraume knows that Sukuna will come soon, and they suck in earnest, messily slurping and swallowing as his thighs tense under their touch. You suddenly tighten around their fingers, and a glance to the side shows your lashes fluttering, your jaw slack as Sukuna pulls out of your mouth, only to push right back in and bury himself to the hilt. Uraume does the same, welcoming the spurts of cum that trail down their throat as they eagerly swallow.

Your name is on Sukuna’s tongue as he pulls out of your mouth, and Uraume watches in distaste as you cough and splutter, wasting the cum that he had so graciously shared with you, and they find themselves leaning forward before they can help themself.

Their lips collide with yours, tongue licking into your mouth as they collect the remnants of cum inside, and they ignore the way you arch into them and grab ahold of their haori, fully focused on getting every drop they can. With a gentle suck of your tongue they finally pull away, and they blink at the way you follow them, eyes lidded and hazy as you try to go for another kiss.

They let you, not wanting to incur Sukuna’s anger for denying you, and you messily kiss them, although it’s more of a mash of lips and teeth as you moan against them and pant into their mouth.

Sukuna laughs, and a warmth spreads throughout Uraume when one of four hands comes to rest atop their head. “It seems as though you’ve gained her affection - you should be honored.” Hardly.

Sukuna hauls you up into his lap, and Uraume thinks their presence is no longer needed and begins to stand, only for the hand on their head to tangle in their hair and force them to their feet. “You’re not done yet.”

Confusion swims in their eyes, but it’s quickly sated when they see that Sukuna is ready to go again, one of his cocks nestled between your folds as you pathetically hump against it, hands grasping at his shoulders as you tip your head back, moans and cries bouncing off the walls. “As you can see, she’s quite greedy.” His hand roughly gropes at your ass, and he lifts you with little effort before placing you back down on his cock. He only gets the tip in before you’re gasping and clawing at his shoulders, head fruitlessly shaking back and forth as you babble out nonsensical words. “And inexperienced. I trust that you can fix this.”

“Of course, my Lord.”

[bones4thecats]

What If Their S/O Was A Royal Heir?

Type of Writing: #1 - Poll Result Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, Jamil Viper, and Jack Howl Name: What If Their S/O Was A Royal Heir? Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: Alright, so, the basic set-up behind this is in the order of pieces on my upcoming list is going to be the order in which these are released. Also, requests shall NOT be reopened until I finish at least most of the random prompts I have are done, thanks!

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❤️ You were a descendant of the Queen who took up after the Queen of Hearts passed away years ago, and ever since then, your family has ruled the Queendom of Roses without faults

❤️ Because of fears of betrayal and such, your family never really spoke to many others outside of work, but, when you received a letter claiming your advising attendance at Night Raven College, you jumped at the opportunity

❤️ When you arrived, you suffered far less criticism from Riddle than others, and many believed that he feared you because of your ranking, he didn't want to upset his mother

❤️ But, when you guys started to befriend one another and began your relationship, you figured out the true reason he didn't behead you as much as others

❤️ He didn't wish to bring any shame to his family, and when you saw how down he looked about that thought, you admitted to faking so many smiles, just because it was what your ancestor, known as the White Queen did

" I guess we aren't that different after all, huh? "

❤️ Ever since that day, you have recommenced having his parents meet yours, and, despite his constant pleas of you letting it go, you finally relented and asked for him to at least help you send a letter to his mother

❤️ Riddle's mother not-shockingly wasn't fond that her son began to see someone without her permission, but, when she realized how prominent you were in their homeland, she had to relent and allow your relationship to proceed, she didn't need the royal guard on her back

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🎮 How did this guy manage to get your attention? The world may never know

🎮 As a higher-ranked official, specifically a descendant of the man who took the thrown of the King of the Underworld after his demise, you were normally thrown into many different affairs, making you try hiding away constantly

🎮 Thankfully, your prayers of freedom were answered, and you got an offer to join Night Raven College, and your family couldn't hold you back, since you gave the school a solid yes behind their backs

🎮 When you were organized into Ignihyde with Idia, he was very intimidated by you, since you were so popular among students

🎮 Though, funnily enough, you would go running away from the many students who wanted to ask you for things, and you would end up running into a nearby room, one in which Idia was occupying alone

🎮 You guys started speaking about how much you enjoyed a game and you ended up becoming quite close, in which you helped with with building Ortho's mechanical body

🎮 Idia was definitely nervous when you started your relationship, to him, you were the best thing to exist; powerful - yet caring, and quite smart when it comes to strategies, while he was, in his opinion, odd and not-worthy of you

🎮 Most of the time, he pushes your ranking in the Island of Woe, if you could push his issues aside, then he could put everything about you aside as well!

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🐍 Many feared you because of how logical you were, you were rumored to be able to see through any kind of lies or, really, any kind of deceit, no matter the person

🐍 Jamil had heard about you mainly from Kalim and his parents, as you were a far-off relative of the Al-Asim's, specifically, you were a descendant of the Sultana from hundreds of years ago

🐍 You were being forced to heir the thrown, since your older brother had been assassinated a few years prior, and when you came by for a summer to spend time with your younger distant cousins, he would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of you

🐍 Whenever you noticed that Kalim was getting to be too much for Jamil, you would grab the young ball-of-sunshine and ask if he wanted to play with his younger siblings and you

🐍 Due to your far different rankings, you kept your relationship hidden, as you didn't wish for your family's council to end up punishing his family, who had done nothing wrong

🐍 Jamil would normally grab you and him a small cup of tea and relax with you on the balcony of your room, keeping the silence either in progress or cut it out with conversations about your lives and dreams of the future

🐍 And while your relationship may be in forcible secrecy, you shared your dream of living with Jamil by your side, either ruling over your homeland or relinquishing your role to one of your younger siblings to travel with your one and only

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🐺 Jack knew quite a bit about you, as his parents loved to tell stories of the news to him and his younger siblings as they grew older, and they just made the news more recent and a hint more mature as Jack aged

🐺 So, when you arrived at Night Raven College at the same time as him, he was quite excited when you were organixed in the same dorm as him, Savanaclaw

🐺 He noticed how casually you would speak to Leona, and that was when the pieces of his mind actually realized just who you were

🐺 As the second-in-line heir to the Shaftlands, and the offspring of the descendant of the Fairest Queen and a high-ranking raven beastman, you had met the two heirs of Sunset Savannah early on in life, prompting a strong friendship between you and the lion-beastman to emerge

🐺 Jack began to speak with you when he saw how you trained your unique magic to be stronger than it was at the start of the year, and he began to train with you

🐺 One day, his siblings decided to come by for a visit, they stopped and starred at you as your boyfriend chuckled and introduced you, and after hearing your role and name, the young boy and girl began to bombard you with questions on your life as a royal member

🐺 The wolf-beastman smiled and watched as you spoke gently with his siblings as his grandparents and parents asked him how you met and when you began your relationship

🐺 He just smiled and answered them honestly, and he hoped one day his family could meet yours, and the kids you were currently playing with were adults as your own children took their places...

[back2bluesidex]

Dear Darling - JHS [Masterlist/Prologue]

Pairing: Serpent king (imoogi)!Hoseok X Human!Reader

Theme: Angst, dark romance, smut, fantasy au.

Wordcount: 1.5+ for the prologue

Summary: After his bride flees from his clutches and reaches the realm of mortals to reunite with her lover - Hoseok has no choice but to chase her. Upon his arrival to the land of obnoxious humans, he crosses paths with you. You are a small, driven mortal who walks with a load of despair on her back. You are nothing but a delicious meal to him and he wants nothing more than to suck your life out of you, find his runaway wife and return to his kingdom. But much to his dismay, you ruin his plans, make him do what he never imagined doing in 600 years of his life - like making him fall in love and keeping him bound to you.

Warnings: Hoseok is cruel, there maybe some mentions of blood but nothing too crazy, eventual smut, heavy themes, quite dark actually (more will be added with each chapter). NSFW!!

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A/N: Got this idea in a dream.... that's all:')

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

Masterlist | Patreon (Early access to the chapters)

Jung Hoseok. 

The name was enough to shake the core of dark creatures with terror. Even serpents like him would not dare to cross paths with him. 

He is an ominous creature of the night, rules the realm of darkness. He stays under the shadow and attacks when his preys are at their weakest. 

He is powerful, cruel, horrendous and everything that can be one’s nightmare. And to climb at the peak of his power, to rule the underworld with more and more ruthlessness - he must get married. 

He was about to be completed with the coupling ceremony by now only if - his bride didn’t run away. 

“Do you think I believe you, sir?” Hoseok speaks with a voice so cold that he can clearly see the shiver that runs down the subject's entire body. 

The old man - or more likely - an old serpent is sitting on his knees in front of him. His head is hanging low, palms conjoined with each other to beg the king. 

“You- you must believe me, my lord. I know n-nothing of the lady’s departure.” his voice is trembling but he keeps lying regardless. 

Does he not know Hoseok can see him through? 

“Really? I must believe you?” he laughs, one that prickles on your skin in the worst possible way, “then.. Would you be able to pay the price of my trust?” 

The old being doesn’t say anything. One of Hoseok’s guards pushes the tip of his sword further in his side. That coaxes a reply out of him, “what- what price must I pay, my lord?” 

Hoseok smiles, “I heard you have a freshly transformed son? Only a year old, if I am right. I was wondering how enjoyable it would be to rip off his very new scales one by one and then behead him in front of the entire kingdom?” 

The old man jerks at that “My-My lord. No. I beg you no. I- I will tell you as much as I know.” 

“That’s good. So tell me, where is the soon-to-be queen hiding? Down the sea or up the mountains?” Hoseok bends one of his knees to come face to face with his prey. His heavy cloak falls on the ground as if to make a carpeted floor for the king. 

“She… she has fled to the realm of mortals. My- my brother, who- who is half human has helped her out. I heard that her lover, a gumiho, is settled there. But I swear to my kids, my lord, I don’t know where she is, how she fled. I only helped her in contacting my brother. That’s all.” 

“What? What did you say? Realm of mortals? Her lover is a gumiho?” Hoseok roars, stands abruptly. His anger flares like a ring of fire and as a result dark clouds start swinging in the already dark sky. 

The storm starts raging just as Hoseok’s anger, “Guards! Behead his entire family right this instant! And make sure he watches them die before having the pleasure himself.” 

He ignores the pleas of the old serpent as he walks away. And even if he didn’t ignore those, what could he do? 

The blood that runs in his veins is cold, there is no heart that beats inside his chest. Even monsters call him a beast. He is just that bad. 

But he is even worse to the ones who betray him - like his wife-to-be, who has managed to flee from his grips, who also has fallen in love with the enemies of his kind. 

Only if she wasn’t the chosen one - the one who can increase his powers by tenfold. He would have killed her right the moment he found her. 

However, he can’t do so, not at least now. Before everything he has to find her. He has to visit the realms of humans, whom he loathes so much, to pull her between his clutches again. 

“How are the Mins doing?” Hoseok’s dark eyes focus on the goblet of dark red liquid that sits atop the table. 

On the other side of the table sits his trusted advisor Kim Seokjin. He is probably the only serpent in the kingdom, whom hoseok as a speck of trust on. 

“Thanks to you, my king. They have been running a very successful business on the land of humans.” Kim Seokjin states. 

“Tell them to prepare a comfortable stay for me there. I will be finding and bringing my bride back myself.” Hoseok orders. His fingers curl underneath the goblet in the meantime. 

“My lord, it will not be wise for you to visit alo-”

Hoseok slams the goblet on the table interrupting his advisor, “Mr. Kim, do you perhaps doubt my capabilities? I assume you already know I am more than capable of destroying the entire mortal land all by myself.” 

“Yes, my lord, I am well aware of that. I will convey your message to Min Yoongi.” Kim Seokjin stands on his feet and bends down on a deep bow before leaving the room. 

Hoseok feels a buzz in his cold veins. He is eager to find out how love can be more important than the power he was going to provide Soojin with. 

She could be the queen of this kingdom but she chose to fall in love with a gumiho instead. 

Love? Huh! He scoffs to himself. He is proud that he can feel no such emotions. And he would rather have his scales rip off than falling in love with another creature. 

Extravaganza. 

These lowly human beings know nothing but extravaganza. 

From the full glass buildings to the noisy music on the streets, they overdo everything and anything. 

Hoseok’s eyes scans each and every corner of the mansion that the Mins have organized for him to stay. This, too, is extravagance in every way. 

Min Yoongi, the head of this generation’s half-serpents, sits on both of his knees in front of Hoseok. 

“My king, it is a reward to have a chance of serving you personally. Just name what you want, I will have it presented right before you.” he speaks like the obedient servant that he is.

“A job. I need a job.” Hoseok speaks absent-mindedly. 

“My lord, forgive this lowly creature but did I hear you right? You need a job?” Min Yoongi’s confusion makes Hoseok smirk. 

“Yes, Mr. Min. you heard that right. I need a job to blend with these mortals. I am certain my wife-to-be has put the tigerlilies at work. You might already know, inhaling the pollen of those flowers once is enough to be transformed into any other creature for two nights. And even the King, as I am, is unable to defy its power.” Hoseok comes to stand in front of Yoongi, his hands are kept behind his back. 

His dark eyes find the pale man amusing and quite obedient. 

“Yes, my lord. I am well aware of the magical powers of the flower. About the job - thanks to you, my business here is running well. I can arrange an executive position for you at the company, if you’d like.” 

“Executive?” Hoseok raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows, “what kind of work do they do?” 

“They don’t have to do anything much, my lord. I will take care of whatever work your position might be responsible for, you can invest your sole concentration on your task.” Min Yoongi bows lightly. 

“I like your proposition. Tell me how to get to your company.” Hoseok takes a few steps back towards the staircase. The intricate designs of the railing catches his eyes. 

“I will have a car ready for you, if you want to visit now.” 

“I would like that.” 

Hoseok climbs out of the car and stands in front of the large building that the Mins have been ruling with the power of wealth that he had gifted them, some hundred years back. 

He scrutinizes the glass walls. His gaze zeros on his own reflection and he devilishly smiles at the way he looks so human. 

Min Yoongi has arranged some clothes for him. Some black silk pants with a silk shirt and a short cloak that they call a blazer. 

Hoseok has always been proud of the way he looks. But he must admit - he looks even better and more eye-catching in human clothes. 

His, now invisible, scales rise under the material of his clothes when he senses someone else watching him from a short distance. 

He projects his eyes in that direction and finds a woman with petite form, big pebbly eyes and a beautiful face. 

It’s you. 

With just one glance he sees right through you. He can see your breath getting stuck in your throat at the sight of him. He can see the cogs of your brain working and your heart leaping inside of your chest. 

He knows you are getting attracted towards him. And that’s good for him. Having a human right on his foot as a servant can help him in tracing Soojin faster. 

It’s one of his powers to attract his prey, like how a pitcher plant emits a sweet smell to attract insects only to eat those up when those near it. 

But with those innocent eyes, that alluring face - it’s a waste that you are just another moth driven to the flame.

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Thinking about... Sukuna with someone unafraid

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Content: vague nsfw under the cut (nothing descriptive I promise), fem reader (no body desc), light cannibalism mentions, true form because <3, fluff

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Sukuna is the strongest sorcerer, and that is undisputable. But with strength comes loneliness, and with that comes boredom. The king of curses was bored, all the time. Decimating villages and living a lecherous lifestyle could only entertain a bloodthirsty creature like him so far, as did poetry and intellectual discussions. He had no interest in popular poems about the fleeting nature of life, having already granted himself with a long life and possible future incarnation.

But the worst things were the people around him. Humans, sorcerers, weak, strong, they all cowered before his decimating aura, kneeling on pure instinct to avoid the deadly slash he could order with just one finger. Any and every woman who was supposed to bed or entertain him burst into tears or was shaking and begging the entire time. What fun is it to compose haikus with someone too terrified to recite them? How can he enjoy any pleasure of the flesh when the flesh is reluctant or, at best, praying for survival?

That was until you came along. In his vast estate, an insolent sorceress has found her place. Uraume wanted to behead you on their own for the offense of uttering the king's name, but you were quite the beauty, so he decided a different fate for you.

You were strong, really strong, but compared to him, you were nothing but a small fry, a weakling like anyone else, a drop in the ocean of measly beings he allowed to exist. Yet you held yourself in a very different way. Of course you were always respectful - addressing him as a lord, bowing down so low your forehead touched the ground below you, never talking without permission (if you disrespected him, he'd have challenged you, and we both know how that would end). But there was no reverence, no fear behind it all. It's like you could withstand that overwhelming aura of his, able to have a clear conversation and even an honest laugh about some old tale. His massive body didn't intimidate you, and no matter how hard he tried to avoid giving you any more attention than necessary, one of his red eyes was always trained on your body.

You even dared to laugh at him. And he didn't react.

"You talk with your mouth full", you said, pointing out how he used his stomach mouth and lower set of hands to eat stew, while the upper ones he used to converse and gesture with. Upon realizing his situation, he laughed himself, and it made the entire estate tremble from his strong voice. Anyone else would have been dismantled on the spot, but your insolence went unnoticed.

The other change he was met with was your behavior in the bedroom. He's always been rough and domineering with women, using them as he used everyone for their temporary purposes. His source of greater fun was the battlefield, and you managed to bring that to him.

Teeth against skin, blood in each other's mouths, a fight for dominance between his larger body and your smaller one. He was infinitely stronger, yet you were mighty enough to flip him over, bite a chunk of flesh off his shoulder, dig your nails into his tattooed back. A battlefield of its own. A feast on both sides, both consumed and consuming.

Oh, he would definitely keep you.

[stirringwinds]

Your thoughts on Alfreds similarity to Arthur, their dynamic and their father-son relationshio is incredible and so very enjoyable! The way Arthur sees Alfred; his hyperindependent son who rejects his fathers ideas and uplifts his own ambitions, not understanding that while his own ambition and view of the world is not completely identical to his fathers, it's a mirror image in scale and vigour. It is the same old tale of the prince beheading the king, taking the crown and vowing to never become his father, only to come full circle and have his enemies tell him "you're just like him."

Alfred may be the "black sheep" of the family, but not even Arthur can hide his favoritism for the lad. His firstborn is more like him than anyone of his children, and that bears pride, yet fear as well.

Im just trying to say that if you had a million fans, I am one of them, if you had one fan, its me, if you had zero fans im dead. <3

thank you so much! (: in return, i have to say how much i love your art, especially of the pacific siblings + the old man. you bring them to life really beautifully.

and yes! i just love the excellent contradictions that come out when digging into arthur and alfred as a father-and-son dynamic. i enjoy putting a twist on the usual tropes of the 'black sheep' and 'golden boy/crown prince', where it's often two different siblings. here, out of the 🇺🇸🇨🇦🇦🇺🇳🇿 siblings, alfred is the black sheep and the crown prince. he is the estranged eldest brother who seemingly does whatever the hell he wants. he overshadows them all even in his absence. like, for Jack and Zee especially, it's not a flattering picture of Alfred they get from Arthur. Ungrateful wretch, fool of a lad, hotheaded and arrogant, a flash in the pan...etc etc. but even quite young, before WWI or WWII, they realise that Alfred is the only one of them Arthur truly sees as anything close to an equal. that contrast is sharpened by how Arthur treats Matt—who was the 'older brother' they actually knew: the otherwise competent shocktroop of empire and first dominion shouldering various responsibilities. to defy Arthur is to earn his enmity, but also the only way to earn his respect.

like most other nations who become empires—Arthur doesn't truly believe in heirs: the sun never sets on the british empire, no? and when you are an eldritch being given life by the power of human ideas, immortality is a possibility they can't help aspiring to, no matter how much history is littered with the rise and fall of nations once arrogant enough to believe themselves invincible. and Arthur, at the height of British power, allows himself to believe that. for all his shrewdness and study of history, he's not immune to being seduced by that possibility. why shouldn't his empire be different? driven by the power of industrial civilisation that Rome could never dream of. Arthur never wanted Alfred to be his heir because he would never relinquish power willingly (just as the British Empire did not give itself up until the combined weight of world war two, anti-colonial movements and bankruptcy broke its back), but with his defiance, Alfred is the only kind of heir he would respect.

It is the same old tale of the prince beheading the king, taking the crown and vowing to never become his father, only to come full circle and have his enemies tell him "you're just like him."

indeed! i always see a real Titanomachy theme between Arthur and Alfred for that reason; the British and American empires certainly loved to perceive themselves as heirs to classical antiquity after all. the Greek story of the war between the younger generation of Olympian gods and Titans to determine who would have dominion over the universe. Zeus, with his siblings, overthrows his father Cronus— in a manner of speaking, that is what happens with WWII. Alfred is both Arthur's deliverance (lend lease, d-day...) and the one who usurps him: America replacing Britain's prime role in the Pacific, reshaping and redefining alliances with Australia, New Zealand and Canada. in the eyes of many of the Old World nations, Alfred is his father's heir. to end off, here's a short snippet from a WIP i'm working on set during the American Civil War:

Arthur laughs. “Do I make you do anything anymore, Alfred? Didn't you throw away my name almost a century ago? Did you not loudly announce yourself as a maritime power? That huge uproar you created in the Far East? Bragging to me how you’d done what I failed, dragging another Old World nation out of isolation to rejoin the international community on the threat of war and glories of foreign commerce?” Alfred opens his mouth—to say something self-righteous and hypocritical, Arthur is certain—but then he lifts his chin coolly. “As opposed to the actual war you started in China? If anything, with the Treaty of Kanagawa, I proved how one could secure foreign trading interests with both firmness but far more civilisation. You and I," Alfred sneers, “are not the same.” “An unequal treaty is an unequal treaty— that I will not deny even if I will not give up its benefits. This world is not for soft men or women, and the old warlord that Yao is—he knows that well.” Arthur smiles sharply. “Do you hate the fact that when the other Old World nations look at you, they see my blood running in your veins?"

Arthur imo, is definitely that father who plays favourites. Alfred is his greatest disappointment but also the one he loves the most—in the dysfunctional way that a man who is an empire comes closest to loving the son who mirrors him the most in his pitiless ambition and cunning. Alfred sees himself as a genuine idealist, as someone struggling to be free of his father and all his bad traits, but when Alfred rises to power, Arthur believes he's the only one who truly understands him the most. It's almost the possessive element of 'I gave you life, I named you and made you what you are, and no matter how much you scorn my name, my influence will define you forever.' Father and son, king and crown prince, regicide and patricide—but also creator and his creation made in his image.

[blueninjablade3]

Yandere Jafar Alphabet

Good ole’ Jaffy doesn't really show affection through physical or compliments until you've fallen for him. The only real reason you KNOW he cares is because he's made sure you've not died.

Blood: How dirty is he willing to get when it comes to you?

Blood is NEVER the first resort. It's the third option. Now the first option is to try and weed them out of your life with subtle manipulation. If that doesn't work then he will directly tell them to fuck off. No shits given. Just “Get away or I will personally behead you” type things. Then if the threat doesn't work he’ll go through with it. After framing them for treason to make it look unsuspicious. (It doesn't work)

Cruelty: how will they treat you once kidnapped will he mock you?

Yes. He will mock you relentlessly at first. However, as you slowly accept fate. (Unwillingly) He’ll treat you more and more like royalty. Just don't forget your place. Otherwise well… you can guess.

Darling: besides kidnapping you would he do anything else against your will?

Yes. A great many things actually. Hypnosis, treason against the Sultan, part of his evil plan being to marry a minor (Gross.), and maybe killing?

Exposed: How much of his heart do you bear?

You bear quite a bit of Jafar’s heart. Now, his love for power and control outweighs his obsession love for you. However, you're still 3rd in his cold, dark, and evil heart.

Fight: How would he feel if you fought back?

Jafar would be PISSED if you fought back. He treats you so well and this is how you repay him?! You're so ungrateful! Any privileges are immediately lost if you fight against him.

Game: Is this a Game to them? Would he like watching his darling try to escape?

The love part is NOT a game. However, he does enjoy watching you try to escape. He thinks of it as a twisted game of cat and mouse. However, he's displeased that you're trying to run. Is he not good enough for you?

Hell: Your worst experience with him.

Y'all remember that one scene when Jasmine confronts Jafar about Aladdin’s sentence? So imagine that just with (for the story's sake Im calling your love Gary) Gary/ Oc’s name. But he doesn't apologize he just leaves you to yourself no friends to reach out to or anything. You only have him.

Ideals: what he sees in the future with you.

He sees himself ruling the world with you by his side as his wife and queen. Maybe an heir or two just so someone who has had some relation to y'all can inherit the throne. (He is not letting Iago be the world’s Sultan)

Jealousy: does he get jealous and if he does, does he find a way to cope or will he lash out?

Oh, honey. This man is KING (He’s finally king of something!) of jealousy. Now, whether you two are in a relationship or not affects how Jafar acts. If you are? He does not cope he lashes out and gets super protective (From the minimal research I've done, Cobras are a protective breed of snake and often battle for dominance which I think transfers to Jafar's human form). But, if you two aren't in a relationship he will (begrudgingly) bite his tongue.

Kisses: How does he act around you?

It depends on the day. Some days he's a sweetheart (Those are the good days). But on bad days… he is a literal demon. Don't mess with him on those days. Just cuddle up and pretend like you're not fazed by this and listen to his rant (maybe throw in a little shit-talking the Sultan).

Love letters: how would he go about courting/approaching you?

THIS SUAVE MF. Roses, chocolate, and fancy dates IF you start liking him immediately. Now he's a lot more subtle if you see him as a friend at first. But still.

Mask: Are his truth colors different from what people think?

You saw the movie you know. But if you didn't. Yup, they are very different.

Naughty: how would he punish you?

Too many ways to count. But still. hE’Ll tEacH yoU soMe rEspEct!!!

Oppression: what rights did he take away from you:

Freedom primarily. Also when it comes to political issues your opinion doesn't matter. (It does but he makes you think he doesn't seriously take it seriously)

Regret: does he regret kidnapping you? Will he ever let you go?

Fuck no.

Sigma: what brought this side of him?

This man is by definition is a yandere. You were just unlucky enough to catch his interest and hold it.

Tears: how would he feel if you cried screamed or Isolated yourself?

If you cry or scream (Unless you're crying because it's like a book, movie, or sentimental moment) Stfu is pretty his reaction. But if you isolate yourself he's making you talk to him or Iago one way or the other.

Unique: is there anything different from a normal Yandere

He can execute his rivals and no one will bat an eye.

Vice: what can you use to escape him?

You can't escape.

Witts end: would he ever hurt you

If you force him to.

Xoanon: how much does he revere/worship you and to what extent is he willing to go to win you over

He is insane over you. He is willing to go to extreme lengths (part of his reason for wanting the lamp is so you'll fall desperately in love with him.

Yearn: How long before he snapped and kidnapped you?

He was tired of this shit after the third rival. But he could wait forever for you to fall for him.

Zenith: would he ever break you?

Does a spell/ slash genie magic count as breaking you?

Alright guys that finished this story out if you have time and enjoyed I’d enjoy it if you left a heart, rebloged or commented. Have a great day!

[maxislvt]

Hi, I love your work!

Could I request a fic where Dark!Wanda asks reader to marry her and reader says no?

Thank you!

warnings: kidnapping, implied smut at the end

this is defo inspired by @natsarrownecklace and @mywitchy-assassin and their princess Wanda fics in a way so if you like this stuff please go check out what they have !!

When you were growing up, your parents made it very clear to you there was a target in your back.

You were the sole heir to one of the most powerful and richest kingdoms in the world. Anyone from your lady in waiting to other royals you danced and shared meals with could've been out for you. Even as a child, there were attempts on your life and king trying to trap you in loveless marriages to their children barely half a year old. Where your mother decided to coddle and protect you from your royal duties and, your father insisted you'd only be truly safe if you learned at an early age. The hot and cold mix made you rather good at keeping yourself safe. Your mother taught you to listen to your heart and saved you from numerous empty marriages and your father taught you to sniff out the liars and criminals trying to take advantage of you.

All that training seemed to have been for nothing considering the situation you found yourself in one busy Friday morning. Your schedule was packed full and you were needed in nearly a hundred different places by nightfall. During the carriage ride to a fitting appointment, your coachman took a rather long detour. You noticed almost immediately but the doors had magically closed shut and he wouldn't respond to a word you'd said. Though you had built up enough anger to behead the man driving with the dagger in your pocket alone — you suddenly fell asleep during the ride.

You awoke hours later in what you originally mistook for your own bedroom. However, the blanket of snow clinging to the ground outside told you otherwise. The door was locked and you were much too high to jump. You spent hours searching for some sign of where you were. Thankfully, someone came to your recuse — or so you thought.

The door opened to reveal a woman you'd never seen before. Her crown was strange. What seemed to be two parts. One traditional and gold decorated with local jewels but the other made of a material you couldn't quite identify. If you weren't trapped, you would've asked what it was.

"I believe you have mistaken me for someone else, I am not supposed to be here." You tried to remain calm. There was no telling what happened while you were passed out. Maybe this woman saved you. Maybe she was your capture.

For a moment, the woman just stared at you. Her expression was soft and curious as she took in your presence. "There was no mistake. I am Wanda Django Maximoff, queen of Sokovia , and you're going to be my consort." The smile on her face was cat-like. Cute, but not easy to decipher. "I know this isn't like what you're used to back home but-"

"My father and mother handle my suitors, I am in no place to accept a proposal without their permission," You said boldy cutting her off. You had lost count of how many times you said that. It technically wasn't a lie. The agreement between your parents was that they had to vet your suitors. Then, it was your choice to continue the relationship. "I don't want to speak on his behalf, but I assure you my father will not take too kindly to you kidnapping his only child." The words left your mouth filled with venom. "Where is my coach driver? If I return home unharmed, the consequences will be fair."

Wanda's smile fell. "I'm well aware. It was your mother who insisted that I was too old for you and didn't even bother giving me a chance." She signaled for the guards behind her to leave the room. She stepped closer to you. The corners of her mouth twitched when you stepped away from her. "Sokovia is the richest and strongest of your allies, isn't it only fair you give me a chance? Even if not for love, for your people?"

Wanda's proposal fell on deaf ears. All you could think about was escaping. Sokovia wasn't that far from your home country. The land in between was under the rule of King Anthony. Though you'd never hear the end of it, he was your safest bet as far as getting home.

"The stables are at the very back of the castle grounds. There's no way you'd reach them and even if you did my men would shoot down your horse in minutes. Then, you'd be right back here."

Your eyes widen. You'd heard gossip of the queen of Sokovia being a witch, but brushed it off as metaphorical. "For a woman that can read minds, you sure have a hard time telling when you're unwanted." You almost immediately regretted those words. Hot magical ropes wrapped around your body and forced you to the ground. A deep breath escaped through your nostrils. You weren't going to give her the satisfaction of getting under your skin.

Wanda cupped your chin and forced you to look up at her. "You have your father's sense of humor. I quite like it, but I'm sure we can find much better uses for your mouth than mocking your future wife." A sinister smirk took over her face as her thumb traced your lips. "We'll see how well you talk back with my cock shoved in you."

[poisonsage808]

hiii! i wanted to say first off that I love your work! i always come back to them whenever I'm in need of some sandor time and they never fail to make me smile.

i wanted to ask if you could do something w/ "i was so worried. it was killing me, not being able to reach out and touch you" from that secret relationship prompt list. I thought it was fitting for sandor cause that man secretly loves physical touch does he not?

♡ Strong Enough ♡

Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

a/n: hello there! i see your user all the time, i’m so happy you requested something and thank you for your constant support! i tweaked it a bit to suit him more but i hope you like it xoxoxo

tw: blood, violence, death, swearing

The gods were having a laugh at him, weren't they? Giving the ugliest brute in Westeros the heart of the sweetest thing he thinks he’s ever seen in gods know how long just to take them away. Of all the people in the world to weasel their way into the Hound’s heart, it had to be you. Twin to the Young Wolf, Robb, fucking you. A fucking Stark!

You’d somehow befriended the Hound during his stay at Winterfell but then you kissed him on the way to King’s Landing. He was certain you’d hate him after he killed that butcher's boy and end whatever it was the two of you had, but you didn’t. Then he was even more certain you’d hate him after he took you and your sister, Sansa, hostage, but you didn’t. Sandor was abso-fucking-lutely certain you’d hate him after King Joffrey ordered your father to be executed… but you didn’t.

“It’s not your fault,” You told him, some of those times through flooding tears, “Don’t risk your head, alright? Not for me, not for anyone.”

Gods, he hated it when you cried. And Sandor had been seeing you cry a lot ever since Joff had your father beheaded. Even so he allowed it, especially because you never cried in front of anyone else. You were strong like that, never giving them the satisfaction of knowing how you were truly feeling. Your red rimmed eyes may say otherwise, it was proof enough but Sandor still thought you were strong and he would hold you whenever he had the chance.

“Keep your head down, little wolf, and do as you're bid. Tell your sister the same.”

‘They won’t hurt you’ he wanted to say but they could. They did and have, whenever they had the chance. They being the Lannisters— Baratheons, whatever, the royal cunts he worked for. Sandor never felt guilt as heavy as he did these past months. He felt it every damn time he saw your stoic face, albeit the red under your eyes seemed to be permanently stained that way, in court or dutifully beside your sister.

The gods were testing his restraint as if Sandor needed a bloody test. He damn near gutted Meryn yesterday for the punch he gave you in front of everyone. He’d take a tongue lashing or walk the gallows for it, gladly. Then he met your eyes. Don’t risk your head, your voice ricotched inside his skull so loudly it stilled him. Sandor had never been so happy to see the dwarf in his life, ending the beating before Meryn’s sword struck you and only you. The little bird with her ripped dress sobbing on her knees tucked into your protective arms. He would’ve killed the Kingsguard himself if it wasn’t for Tyrion and, as much as he wanted to, he didn’t want the last time he saw you to be in that room.

Sandor bandaged you himself, undoing the shite work that old pervert Pycelle did.

“No one’s gonna hurt you again, little wolf.” He swore— no, he vowed, and the Hound didn’t do vows, “No one, you hear me?”

“I’m ok, Sandor.” You assured him as you always did, each time sounding weaker than the last. Never quite yet a lie, you were still strong.

Sandor felt the shift in the air less than halfway to the Red Keep, the walk was eerily quiet. He knew King Joff wasn’t beloved by any means but utter silence was a warning and he’d curse himself if he didn’t chance a look at his surroundings. He’d tell himself this anyways but his eyes landed on the little bird… then his little wolf following behind her.

You didn’t smile when you caught his brief gaze looking back at you over his shoulder. No, you felt the same tense aura he did and he could see the worried expression on your face. Fear. He thinks he hates that look on you more than tears. Sandor wished he could just grab you, hook you under his arm and make sure you stayed there until he saw you to safety.

Don’t they always say “it happened so fast” well it fucking did. Sandor blinked, Joff was hit and his sword was drawn out right after. Then everything went to shit. The Bread Riot they would call it by tomorrow but Sandor Clegane could name it right here and now; his worst fucking nightmare come to life.

Joff was fine, he made certain of that firsthand but when he turned around, though his body never ceased moving, his heart stopped. You and the little bird were nowhere to be seen. Sandor felt like he could breathe at least when he found Sansa, just in time by the looks of it. His sword hacked through flesh and bone then he swung the girl over his shoulder. She cried the whole way back, never ending blubbering was just as bad as her chirping. Only this time they were both thinking the same.

“Where are they!?” She sobbed, “Please, you have to—“

Sandor didn’t need to be fucking commanded to find you, so he didn’t stay to hear the rest of her pleas. He went back to face the riot a third time. Occasionally some idiot came at the Hound only to meet their gorey demise at his sword. Sandor shouted your name until his throat hurt, growing more panicked the longer he went without a response.

Until you called back.

Footsteps come closer, heavier, faster. Rounding the corner his nerves finally leave him alone with relief. Sandor’s shoulders slump as lets out a breath that takes away some of the tension he was holding onto. He takes one step closer while you close the distance with a leap. Your arms locked behind his neck, the blood on his armor smearing against your own attire. You didn’t seem to care, he certainly didn’t. The deathly grip on his weapon shook and his sword clattered when it hit the ground. Sandor enveloped you in his arms and breathed in the scent of your hair. He almost thanked the gods that laughed at him that you were alive—

Then he pulled away harshly, hands flying to your cup your cheeks and turning your head all around looking for any bruises or cuts. He ignored the way you said his name until he inspected every fucking inch of you, making sure you weren’t bleeding or something worse had happened. If you were it would all be his fault, he made fucking vows for you! He—

“Sandor.” You said again

He sighed then begrudgingly met your red rimmed eyes, “It.. it fucking killed me not to reach out and touch you.”

You somehow smiled and attempt to gently pry his hands away to hold them, “I’m ok, I—“

“No.” He growls and holds your face still in his grip.

His eyes are wide, boring into yours. His breaths short and shaking with every exhale. Is this fear? In the Hound— your Hound?

“It would’ve fuckin’ killed me if something happened to you. Do you understand me? I’m strong but,” Sandor sighs and blinks away any traces of fear you thought you saw but he doesn’t meet your eyes for the final part of his little speech, “I’m not strong enough to lose you.”

Halfway through his admission your brows punched up and tears welled in your eyes. You managed to swallow down the sob that almost escaped. Words aside, the seriousness and earnestness in his voice had you choking up. Including his statement, it was just about the closest Sandor Clegane has been to admitting he not only cared about you but quite possibly loved you.

“Look at me,” You managed to say, “I’m right here, Sandor, I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes find yours again. You’re smiling that bloody smile that twists his guts in a way he doesn’t necessarily dislike. It’s weak… but it’s there and it’s mighty reassuring. Sandor’s thumb catches a tear that drips down your cheek. He hates it when you cry.

“Alright…” He swallows hard on nothing.

[darkbluekies]

How would the yandere's react to a reader who gets propositioned/asked out alot ? Lol i can imagine their reactions being funny and terrifying at the same time.

Warnings: a lot of jealousy, threats, death, rude Hedwig :O

Silas: 

His jealous ass wouldn't be able to stay calm in front of you. Everytime he brings you outside or around people there's always one who has to approach you. He’ll grimace and roll his eyes in annoyance. He’ll pull you close and kiss your neck while death staring your suitor in the eye. Thankfully, one look at his gun and a threat about hiding their corpse and they’ll most likely run.

“You prick. This one’s mine, asshole, and the longer you stare at my partner, the longer your punishment will be. Trust me, I don't go easy on the ones trying to steal my things away from me. Especially not my partner. Y/N, stay back, this person doesn’t seem to understand what’s best for them. I’m going to break their bones until they get it through their thick head. Afterwards, we’re going home, I’m sick of people looking at what’s mine!”

Dr Kry:

He tries to keep his jealousy at bay, knowing that you’re not a couple. He’s not allowed to be jealous when people come up and ask you out, but it’s happening so often that he sees red. He tries to make you stay in your room, but if you’re not coming to them … they come to you. He chases them out and closes the door after himself to make sure that you won’t have to hear his threats.

“Listen, I don’t know what you think you are doing, but you’re not going to come close to my patient ever again, got it? I’m caring for them and they’re not in any condition to play around with you. If you don’t want to end up in the morgue, you better run back to whatever facility you came from and stay there. Otherwise you’ll leave this hospital in a body bag.”

King Edmund:

Jealous ass number two wouldn’t be able to keep his composure in front of you. The people in the castle know not to come in contact with you, but people outside … they’re not so lucky as to know what measures to take when they see you. Edmund will have his knights grab the people who talk to you. He’ll spit at their shoes in disgust.

“How in the entire world did you think that it’d be a good idea to ask out my dearest? I’ve had enough of these thoughtless peasants! I’ll behead them all! Starting with you. Then maybe people will start to understand that Y/N is mine. As for you, my dear, you’re not leaving our bedroom for a long, long time.”

Jerry:

At first, she would laugh upon seeing people approach you because of how uncomfortable you were, but when it happened again and again … and again, she’d be sick of it. She’ll walk up to you and give your lips a warning kiss, although none of this is your fault. 

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has opened my eyes for you, baby. You seem to be quite the catch here. Ah, what a pity … I liked this club. Now we can’t come back. Go outside. Wait for me there. I’m going to create a bullet rain to make sure that no one leaves with impure thoughts about you in their heads.”

Hedwig: 

Hedwig’s neediness will shine right through when you’re talking to a classmate, rejecting them politely. She’ll cling onto your arm and wait impatiently, eventually kissing your jaw and cheek. The classmate doesn’t seem to get a hint. It’s not the first time. Hedwig’s never rude or impolite, but she’s had enough of people eyeing you like this. Before she claimed you, no one came up to you, but suddenly people see you. It’s infuriating. 

“Are you blind? I’m their girlfriend and I’m right here! But you’re oblivious to that, aren’t you? The only thing you can think of is to get my sweetheart's number. They’ve already rejected you! Leave, I’m losing my patience. If you’re still here in two minutes I’ll call my father. You’ll never be able to come back here again and your parents will lose their jobs. What are you waiting for? Leave!”

[ohanny]

KentaKim royalty AU!

(screw “five fun facts” i have never been good with rules, @le-trash-prince hope you don't mind)

once upon a time, in a land far, far away tony is king and also a giant, sexist dick. he rules his kingdom with an iron fist, over-taxes the poor, believes alphas are the shit and omegas are only good for breeding and has made being the royal gardener into the most perilous position in the land (he beheaded four gardeners last year alone for over watering his bonsais and one for looking at them with “malice in his eyes”). but even a grand monarch like tony must have allies - and since everyone thinks he's a raging asshole, he actually desperately needs them which is why he resorts to the oldest royal scheme of them all: MARRIAGE.

enter kim. kim is the royal omega from an extremely wealthy kingdom just across some ocean stretch and sails into town, set to marry tony’s eldest son babe. (well, currently eldest. tony does not have a great track record when it comes to keeping custody.) babe is not very enthusiastic about this situation since he is carrying a secret affair with the castle archivist, charlie. (and by secret i mean pretty much everyone except tony knows but since they like babe, they just pretend babe actually is that passionate of a reader behind closed doors.)

but babe also has a conscience and really feels bad for kim who seems like such a nice young man so when they stroll in the gardens, arm in arm, far enough from their chaperones for an illusion of privacy but in their sight so nothing uncouth could happen, babe apologetically whispers that he finds kim bewitching indeed but alas his heart belongs to another. to which kim says “oh thank fuck, i would rather jump off a cliff than let you knot me”

babe: well that’s a bit harsh.

kim: also your dad’s shit.

babe: i mean -

kim: and i am here to kill him

babe: um -

kim: by the way, pete says hi!

and oh pete, tony’s original eldest son who years ago sadly perished (was banished) because he fell off a horse (because he dared to do something as leftist as write poetry to the stable boy way). it was actually kim’s family who sheltered pete and recognized him as a way better option for tony’s throne and kim is in cahoots with him, going undercover. in return of a proper alliance and the liberation of tony’s people, kim’s family will get rid of tony - plan a being an assassination, plan b an outright invasion.

plan a is proving to be quite tricky due to tony being a paranoid motherfucker, but kim is patient. of course something has to throw a spanner into his plans and that something is someone: namely kenta, tony’s secret bastard son most loyal knight. it starts when kenta is sent to summon kim to afternoon tea and sneaks up to him so quietly that he startles kim and suddenly finds himself slammed against a statue with a knife against his neck - oh how the turns have tabled!

kim: oh shit.

kenta: …

kim: i mean oh no, you scared me kind sir!

the knife disappears in the blink of an eye and kim let’s out this ditzy little giggle and offers his arm all “isn’t it time for tea! how lovely!” steadfastly ignoring kenta’s disbelieving are-you-fucking-kidding-me eyes. and well, kenta does escort kim to have his lovely afternoon tea with the other palace omegas. and then keeps escorting kim everywhere. no matter where kim tries to sneak off to, kenta somehow always finds him and it takes everything he has in him to not snap and scream because it is infuriating.

and then the ball happens. because of course there has to be a ball to celebrate the fortuitous engagement full of fancy dresses and foods and wine and palace plots! kim wants to take the opportunity of all the chaos and security being centered around the throne room where tony holds court to sneak but this time it is not kenta who catches him first. this time it is just your regular assassin hired by your regular jealous local omega noble who had their eye on babe and are now pissed they missed out on the royal wedding special. kim is honestly a bit shocked because “seriously?!?” but then kenta, once again, appears out of nowhere and steps in front of kim to shield him as the assassin attacks.

kenta kills the assassin but gets rather seriously hurt in the process. they’re alone in an empty hallway and kim is applying pressure on kenta’s stab wound, cursing up a storm, just letting it all out because what’s the point of hiding anymore? he goes on an epic, totally not panicked, rant about his fuckass skirt and who the fuck wears this many frilly layers, it is the most impractical shit ever and how he totally could have dealt with the assassin on his own if it weren’t for these damn petticoats! “see this is what's wrong with your entire society!” kim hisses as he drags kenta towards the sick bay. “obviously your omegas cannot do anything because who fucking could wearing all this crap! i am a person, not a cupcake!”

kenta stares up at kim in awe. he should probably have more questions but… wow. at least he can blame it all on blood loss.

so anyway, kim dumps kenta outside the sick bay and then runs off before anyone can see him and his blood stained clothes. he enters his room, sends a maid to the party to tell them he suddenly felt ill and retired early, and then spends the rest of the night pacing, pretty sure he fucked up and should be fashioning a rope out of his sheets to scale the tower and disappear. but nothing happens. he hears there was an attack, of course, and sir kenta got hurt but when questioned, kenta looked tony straight in the eye and said he must have hit his head because he cannot remember anything.

kim really could have done this without catching feelings but fuck.

so the next time he and babe have their little garden stroll, kim lowers his voice and insists they will add kenta to the list of people who will be protected at all costs. when babe sceptically exclaims kenta is tony’s right hand man, kim stares him down with a “he goes on the list or you can kiss me and my armies goodbye.” that is one thing dealt with. the next is actually avoiding getting knotted by babe because tony would love to have them married by the end of the month and that cannot happen. so kim starts delaying by any means necessary - he insists his religious beliefs demand they be wed when the stars are aligned a certain way and oh, he simply must have pink gardenias in his ceremony! it has been his dream ever since he was a little pup but alas it is november so they must wait until gardenias are in full bloom!

kim in the council meeting in his cupcake dress:

tony, gritting his teeth: of course. we don't want that.

but the longer kim delays, the more tony suspects something is off. kim is cagey and his mask is wearing increasingly thin. there are rumblings of soldiers making moves and gathering in kim’s kingdom. fuck, even kenta is being shady with his head injury and insisting he keep an eye on kim and then come back with shit like “he complained the tea wasn’t sweet enough and then accompanied babe to the library to read poetry.” absolutely useless, that one. the horror.

of course this will all come to an end when tony, sick of kim’s antics, invites him into a totally non-threatening family dinner in the privacy of his quarters. babe is there, as is kenta, guarding the door. it is the tensest consuming of roasted quail the kingdom has ever experienced with buttholes all across the land clenching for seemingly no reason. for dessert tony serves kim tea with a side of hair yank and knife to a throat with a “you will marry my son in three days time or take a dive off the tallest tower, you filthy fucking -”

aaaaaand he has a knife in his back. it's unclear who looks more shocked: tony or kenta himself who kind of acted on instinct when he saw his kim threatened and about to be married off to someone else. he is about to just go full catatonic because oh, what has he done when kim grabs his face and kisses him. “wow. the plot twists just keep on coming” babe says to absolutely no one but if he has leaned one thing from charlie, it is that someone needs to narrate things for the record.

(of course it isn't as easy as simply getting rid of tony but it is a great start. they will have to weed out loyalists and find out who they can trust and then rework the whole damn constituion but hey, no tony! pete and way will ride in with an army at their backs only to meet open gates and a very smug kim (happily wearing pants) stating “i told you my ass was irresistible enough to get the job done!”)

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Pwease elaborate on the following points, I beg this of you:

UltraHeroes Paperinika is best Paperinika?!?

Martina's Duckburg is closer to Barks' than Rosa's is?

DT17 leaked documents about Cimino? :O (Is there a way to read them?)

Sincerely thanks from a lurking lurker who lurks.

Omg no thank you i love elaborating about ducks lol

• Paperinika in Martina’s first few stories was great satire, but the character has since been stuck like that. (We’ll ignore Martina’s subsequent attempt to move away from this by making her fight the evil queen from Snow White and beheading robot clones of herself) Most writers kept her ridiculously ‘feminist’ attitude and personality, or changed her hating men into hating PK specifically. And they generally kept a lot of her negative character traits. So the character became a bit hateful. (Now that i think of it i haven’t read enough Brazilian stories so this is like from what i’ve gathered from Italian and Danish stuff) I’m personally not that much a fan of a hero who’s most defining quality is that she’s a narcissistic prick.

Paperinik moved away from a lot of his own negative character traits (he was a bit of a villain at first after all). But Paperinika did not. Probably a lot of writers still deemed all of those things as ‘funny’ because haha woman mad. On the other hand, Paperinika also fell out of use in Italy, so maybe they didn’t think it was that funny. But they never thought to like, y know change her character.

UNTIL ULTRAHEROES HELL YEAH. So like yeah Ultraheroes wasn’t good or something (though i gotta say i’m personally quite fond of it) but they did reinvent Paperinika’s character. Decided that she’s actually likable now! Moved away from all the sexism and gave her a fun personality that fit modern day Daisy and created one of the most fun love triangles between Daisy, Donald, PK and PKA. Too bad that it didn’t really stick outside of Ultraheroes. So it remains one of, if not the best version of the character for me. The end of the chapter where they go against Spectrus and Zafira is just a fav of mine.

• Rosa’s Duckburg is really un-Barksian. It might all add up in continuity and references, but tonally it’s a whole different universe.

The entire thing is too serious. I might even say it all makes too much sense. Barks never cared much about making sense. Scrooge had a different bin every other story.

Guido Martina was always the king of not making sense. He probably contradicted his own stories more than anyone else. Both hik and Barks never cared about continuity. It’s about the story. Duckburg could change into whatever they wanted, as long as it served the story they wished to tell.

Martina’s Duckburg is pretty different from Barks’. It’s a more cynical, one could say almost parodic version of it, where everything and everyone is terrible. But with that it goes way further in those satirical elements of Barks. Something Rosa rarely did, who told more straightforward consumer friendly epic Hollywood stories.

Like uhh we could take a look at Scrooge. Rosa Scrooge is ultimately a good man. He doesn’t even actually care about money, but about the way he got it! It’s about earning the money and the adventures! And secretly he’s a good person who does give money away.

Martina Scrooge is a bad man. Oh oh oh so bad. Scrooge is used to critique and make fun of the rich that Martina saw around him. He has a comically long list of debts that other people owe him. He got rich by lots of illegal manners, and can get others to do whatever he wants, simply because he has money.

Barks Scrooge is in the middle, but I’d say it leans more to Martina. Scrooge is just a person. Does bad things and good things. He’s full of human contradictions and complexities. But more often than not, even when he’s more neutral, Scrooge is used to make fun off. The stories he tells about how he got rich are ridiculous. They are meant to be laughed at. It’s this difference in tone which is prevalent in most of their writing.

Rosa simply doesn’t use the characters that way. That’s it kinda. Hope this explains my imo a bit lol

• okay shhhh but dont tell anyone

(Sorey, removed the link. Just to stay safe. If anyone still wants it don’t be scared to dm :))

(Kind of scared of getting banned so excuse me if i remove the link in a few days. I recommend you download it to read later. I wrote the longest wall of text to hide it under but the drive i downloaded it from is gone because of disney so like yeah tad bit scared)

And just want to say wow. Thank you for the ask. Like the idea that there are people lurking around reading my posts, like i used to do (and still do) by so many others is insane honestly. Hope you’ve had fun reading my ramblings here, anon :)

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Dead Girl Walking

Pairing(s): Jon Snow x Stark!Reader, Ned Stark x Catelyn Tully, refereneced!Rhaegar Targaryen x Lyanna Stark

Warnings: none

Words: 2086

Summary: If this could possibly be your last night alive, you wanted to make it worthwhile.

They were coming.

Arya and Sansa flagged either side of you, knowing that battle would be upon you soon. Maybe that night or tomorrow, the Night King’s army was drawing closer.

Winterfell had fallen onto your shoulders after your eldest brother was beheaded. When you took back your home during the Battle of the Bastards, the northern men that remained named you their queen.

No longer were the Starks scattered throughout Westeros. They were where they truly belonged: in the north. Fewer in numbers, but finally together.

Below the parapet you stood on, men and women alike were preparing themselves to fight for their lives. Surprisingly, their hustle and bustle soothed your nerves. Unsullied, Wildlings, Dothraki and noble blood laike were united. And despite the thumping of boots against stone, the night was otherwise calm and quiet. The fire at your back warmed you.

In a nervous tick, you hold the pommel of your sword. You hoped this wouldn’t be your last battle.

“Practice your dance moves while you still can.” You address Arya who nods and leaves to do just that. She had trained with the Faceless Men in Braavos; you hoped that would be enough to keep her alive. Leaving just you and Sansa alone. You didn’t want to scare her, but you needed to tell her the truth of things. “I may not make it out alive.”

Immediately she opens her mouth to protest but you silence her.

“It’s something that can very well happen. I want you to know now that if I am to die in battle, I want you to take my place as Queen of the North.” You took off the metal circlet that had been comfortably lying atop of your head. It had caused quite the argument between you and the Dragon Queen Daenerys. Even though she had accepted the north as its own separate dominion, she still didn’t like the crown on your head.It made her feel insecure. In a land where the people adored you and obviously didn’t trust her, Daenerys knew that the people were your’s. “This would look far better on you anyway.”

Sansa swallowed back whatever protest that had been sitting on her tongue. “You’ve been through worse battles than this.”

Unable to catch your laugh, you shake your head. “Never against the dead. The living are an easier foe.”

Clinking of metal behind you makes you turn. Sansa smiles fondly at the semi-armored direwolf. “Even Storm is ready for battle.” Sansa muses. Your dark gray direwolf was missing an eye from the bloody battle against Ramsay. It made her appear even more deadly than she already was. She towered over her albino brother Ghost and even some of the soldiers. The days when they were both playful puppies were long gone. Nostalgia grips you when you remembered how you and your siblings sat in a circle and picked your direwolf pups. Of course the odd looking one went to your bastard brother Jon. The albino pup had garnered your attention until Storm had stumble up to you in the most adorable fashion. She had chosen you. Out of all of your siblings, Storm wanted you as her partner in crime. From that moment you knew the two of you would be together until the very end.

And the end was probably creeping up.

As a child you had always been fearful, the kind of child that got scared over the smallest creature. Theon teased you relentlessly. Jon took the job upon himself to become your protector during such times. He would go after Theon with his sword and tend to you in an attempt to make you feel better. Thanks to Jon, he helped you learn how to be brave and not be so scared of the world around you.

You needed a little bit more help in remembering what it felt like to be brave. This was something your father had always warned you about. Winter had arrived and with it the Night King’s crusade. All of Old Nan’s tales were coming true.

Excusing yourself from Sansa’s side, you delve into the castle that was now completely your’s to control and protect. Old and ancient halls where you, Robb, and Jon would run through in the early years before Sansa and your younger siblings were born. Bruising knees on the hard stone when one of you fell down, the other two were always there to help their fallen sibling back up.

You passed the Great Hall where many were gathered, talking quietly amongst one another. Wine was being handed out to anyone who looked nervous. Liquid courage and perhaps the last sweet thing they may taste.

Some of the wildlings and Dothraki men were talking loudly, boisterous laughs echoing even though there was a language barrier. Drinking certified them as comrades in arms. The sight was enough to make you smile at least for a little bit.

Daenerys may have been gracious enough to loan you her army fro the time being, but it was you that made the Dragon Queen’s men and your own get along. The merging of Westeros and Essos. That was you. Something Robb was never able to do was keep his army together.

You inhale sharply and shake your head free of those thoughts that were best left in the grave. Yet your ears continued to grow numb to sound reducing you to stumbling about like a drunk until you finally made it to the family crypt. Your ever loyal Storm followed you down the tight stairs, making sure you didn’t fall. The musky smell of the crypts took the edge off of you as you entered the final resting place of your family. It was quiet and glowed warmly from the torches, revealing that there was one other living person already there in front of your father’s statue.

A man who turned out wasn’t Jon’s father. It must have been bittersweet for Jon to discover his true parentage.

“How fortuitous that you’re down here right when I need you most.” You smile shyly at Jon.

His lips turn up gently. “Something told me that I should come down here.” Ghost pokes his head from around the corner, red eyes two beacons of light. “Or rather someone. Besides, you used to come down here when you were younger. Something about it being quiet soothed you. For a child that was scared of everything, the crypts have never been a problem for you.”

“I felt like our ancestors were protecting me. Like they each gave me a piece of their courage.” The stoney face of Ned Stark looked down on you and Jon. Looking at the carved details of his face made you fill with sorrow. “I just wish Robb and mother could have been buried here too. . .”

“They may not be physically here, but their spirit is.” With the small amount of light offered to you, you catch sight of the scars on Jon’s face. Faint silver lines that told the story of his life at Castle black. They oddly suited him and his often serious expression. Catelyn may have never loved Jon, but Robb loved him just as much as Bran or Rickon. As hard as you searched his face, you just couldn’t see any Targaryen traits. Even if his father had been Rhaegar, Jon was of the north. The Stark in his veins was enough to overwhelm the Targaryen.

Gingerly, Jon wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you against his side. You focused on his warmth, the desires of your heart starting to become louder. There had always been an unspoken bond between you and Jon. Neither of you spoke of it out loud, afraid that even speaking of it would bring ruin to the both of you.

But he wasn’t by blood your brother. The truth was out.

Cheeks feeling warm, you take a step away from him. You laugh a little bit at yourself. “What kind of queen am I to show my fear? Mother would never have let her cards slip so easily. Sansa reminds me so much of her now. . .”

“You’re only human. You fear losing your home and people you love. You’re a good queen (y/n). Lord Ned would be proud of you and all that you have done. Winterfell once again belongs to the Starks because of you.” Dark eyes delve deep into you, eyes that wanted to let you know that everything would be okay and if not, well, Jon would stay by your side just like Storm. Until the very end. In the face of Daenerys Targaryen, Jon had to refer to her as queen; it was clear to all though that his real queen was you. He would not forsake you. Now now, not ever. Besides Robb, no man had ever loved you quite as much as Jon did.

Reaching your arms up, you cup his face with your palms. Easily Jon lets his face fall into your hands, nuzzling his nose into your touch. How easily Jon trusted you and put down his walls.

You wanted to hold him, place your head against his strong chest. Like you did when you went to the Wall to ask for his help. Years apart had changed you both greatly yet Jon’s arms still felt the same from when you had last embraced him.

Perhaps it was too bold of you, but being with Jon made you feel bolder; You sprung up on your toes and kiss. To finally kiss him after years of longing and confusion. If you were to die, you wanted to do so without any regrets. You wanted to let Jon know just how much you loved him and how you had never stopped. Relief had washed over you the moment Jon revealed what he had learned from Sam. That he wasn’t your half-brother which would still be looked down upon in the north if you were to have any sort of romantic relationship with him. Cousins were commonly married to one another.

Surprise took him as he slipped backward a little bit, but Lord Eddard Stark’s statue was enough to keep him up. It didn’t take long for him to melt against you. If you were to die, you wanted Jon to be the last thing you tasted.

Targaryen and Stark, perhaps the pair were always inevitable. The dragons had conquered the north centuries before, but had still been able to respect Torrhen Stark by giving him the title of Warden.

In his eyes you saw no dragon or wolf. You just saw Jon. Your Jon that you had known since you were a babe. Your best friend, your confidant, the one you had loved since you were a girl.

As he pulled away, stars filled his gaze as he breathed heavily.

“I love you Jon. More than a brother. More than a cousin. More than any man I have ever known.” You lower your gaze, feeling the sun in your cheeks. “If. . . If we are all to die tonight-”

Jon abruptly grabs your face and once again you’re kissing him. “We will live to see the sun rise. Not much good has prospered for me being half Targaryen, except for one thing.” To your utter shock, Jon bent down on one knee while still holding your hand. “My Queen, if you would have me it would be my honor to stand beside you for the rest of my life and after.”

You wanted to slap him initially for taking so long to propose, but you went with your second reaction: you threw yourself against him in an embrace. Both of your winter pelts smooshing against the other. “And how long have you been sitting on those words?”

Chuckling, Jon holds onto you as Storm and Ghost watch. “For years. It was never feasible until now.” You knew he could hear your heart beating fiercely. “We have no choice but to defeat the White Walkers now.”

Yes, you wouldn’t let the Night King take this one great joy away from you. For your future with Jon, you had to be brave. You would be brave. Jon had always been a source of courage for you.

The next kiss you gave him was of a different nature. Seductive and enticing, sweeter than any honey. You still wanted a taste. “Are you opposed to escorting me to my chambers?”

A boyish smile makes your chest flutter. “Of course, Your Grace.”

[symphonyofsilence]

Do you ever think about Immortal ghosts and gods, being traumatized sons of long-gone fathers still?

Do you ever think about Qi Rong, the son of an abusive man seeing a child mistreated by his father and deciding to adopt the child? Qi Rong who was born and for some time raised in a Doghouse-like Shack and his life was turned around when his mother ran away from his father and took him to the palace promising his son that he was going to take him to live in big, beautiful mansions? Qi Rong who was looked down upon by everyone, even by the person he considered a god in the heavens before he even ascended, who was the only one who was kind to him and stood up for him when everyone else was bullying him and his mother in his first exposure to the outside world, Qi Rong who got little respect even as a ghost king, Qi Rong who was insecure as someone who was looked down upon by upper-class children because of his commoner Yan'An-born father, who called Feng Xin & Mu Qing shitty low-lives, who had no regards for commoners and abused the poor lower-class child that was Honhong-er, THAT Qi Rong adopting a commoner child and doing his best to look the best and the mightiest and the most respected in the eyes of his son, not caring if everyone else didn't respect him? And succeeding (in something that the King of Xianle didn't succeed in) as one of the last things we hear of Gu Zi is that he says that his dad can't die because he's told him that he has cultivated to be the king of the three realms or something. Because even if Gu Zi didn't know what the king of the three realms was, it was something that his father was. So it must have been quite a powerful, mighty thing to be? Do you ever think about Qi Rong whose last words, when being asked "What do you have to be held in high regard?" was "SO WHAT IF YOU ALL LOOK DOWN ON ME? THIS ANCESTOR...THIS ANCESTOR...THIS ANCESTOR HAS A SON!"

Do you ever think about Mu Qing, whose earliest experience of law and Justice was his father being beheaded, and then his teacher who wouldn't even accept him as his disciple due to Mu Qing being poor and the son of an executed man, never lifting a finger to stop the relentless bullying he got by rich kids but being more than willing to kick him out if he stood up for himself, and in one memorable occasion accused Mu Qing of "intentionally withholding communication" without even hearing him out first while "his [Mei Nianqing's] words and expression showed he already firmly believed Mu Qing to be sabotaging the affair purposely", (And then didn't apologize to him when his accusations turned out to be false. And while MNQ was so quick to accuse him, apparently hours of nimbly & skillfully carrying a 9 ft Zhanmaodo that a group of people together couldn't pull out of a wall wasn't impressive enough for him to give Mu Qing so much as a nod of approval. He couldn't even just not disagree when the queen praised Mu Qing and compared him to Feng Xin who at 14 was already good enough at martial art to be selected as the bodyguard of the crown prince while MQ only started cultivating at 14 but caught up to FX in 3 years.) still, even as the Martial God of the Southwest with seven thousand temples dedicated to him fully believing that unless he takes matters into his own hands he won't receive any justice? (And note how he thinks if he stays and waits for trial he will face "death" even though as far as we know there's no mention of any god being sentenced to death, at worst even with a kill count as impressive as Pei Su they get sentenced to banishment)? And of how his story constantly revolves around him being accused of crimes he didn't commit from start to finish? As he's introduced to the audience as someone who left Xie Lian behind as soon as Xie Lian got banished and treats Xie Lian with contempt even though he owed everything to him, as he's accused of intentionally withholding communication to sabotage the Shangyuan festival as a 17-year-old, as he's thought to have left Xie Lian & Feng Xin behind and teamed up with the other junior officials against Xie Lian, as Xie Lian second-guesses his intentions when Mu Qing brings him medicine, as he's first suspected of being the father of Cuo Cuo and then the culprit behind Jian Lan's forced abortion, as he's accused of trying to murder Feng Xin when everyone was evacuating the Heavenly Capital, as he's accused of conspiring with Jun Wu against Xie Lian. Despite how he was the only Heavenly official with a totally clean record with nothing to be used against him by Jun Wu and every time anyone suspects him of anything he has actually been doing good because he's a good, kind-hearted person. Do you ever think about how in the end he did end up with cursed shackles but got them voluntarily? Of how Mu Qing who was so sensitive to being accused that he would break a broom and run away when hearing Feng Xin's comment on how they couldn't invite too many people to search for the coral earring, and valued his hard-earned cultivation and statues so much, and his good deeds would always backfire in his face so bad that he believed "truly, there is no point in being a good person" but would still continue to try to do good without expecting anything in return, knowing that Jun Wu would try to frame him and paint him as a traitor every step of the way, and believing what Jun Wu had said about his friends being unwilling to believe him because they hated him, still decided to go to Mt. Tonglu to search for Feng Xin and stayed true to himself and his friends and did the right thing? and in the end, a hand reached out to him just before his fall. Because Xie Lian believed in him all along and sometimes just one person believing in you is enough. because as Xie Lian once said "I don't believe that good will brings bad returns." in the end the cursed shackles broke once and for all.

DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT IMMORTAL GHOSTS AND GODS BEING THE TRAUMATISED SONS OF LONG-GONE FATHERS STILL?!

[silverynight]

I have another idea! :D It's a lil' Kyojuro-centric, but it's a KyoTan idea! Also, all the Kamados live, (even Tanjuro, because I just think he's neat!)

Anyway! It's a demon!Kitsune!Kyojuro AU! He was fighting another kitsune demon, (about 5-tails), and the butt-much thinks it would be hilarious to turn a morally-straight person like Kyojuro into a demon, so they do it, (somehow). And while they succeed in turning Kyojuro, they don't take in how much of a badass Kyojuro is, who fights through the painful transformation and beheads the demon! Cause Kyojuro wasn't gonna let a sadistic demon who turns others, for shits and giggles.

Kyojuro finds an abandoned shrine to hide/rest in, as the transformation wrecks havoc through his body and memories. He still remembers that his name is Kyojuro, but not his family name. He can't remember his family, but he knows children need to be protected, all humans actually, but children are especially important.

He knows he's hungry...he knows he needs something, but he needs humans to eat, but that doesn't make sense, since he protects humans??? No, no...no, his claws and 7 tails mean he's a kitsune...and he's in a shrine??? Doesn't he eat mainly 🍗, Inari-zushi and...sweet potato🍠! (Kyojuro doesn't realize he's done one of the impossible: able to eat human food).

Also, also! He does still know his breathing style still, but he doesn't know where he learned it? And his entire uniform changes into an elaborate kimono, with his haori still the same. He sleeps for a long time, (and feeling that connection to Muzan, going "what the hell is this? bye-bye" and breaks it, not knowing that he's freed himself from the demon king!), before he wakes up and stays lucid, and just...travels around.

He travels, helping people, be it fighting demons, stopping human troublemakers, or just healing people with his blood demon art, (not knowing it is that), before making it to the town the Kamados live in...also, he's pretty much conquered the sun at some point, because he wanted to help someone during the day. Anyway, he runs into Tanjiro, who can smell he's different, besides his obvious ears and tails, (Kyojuro doesn't know he can transform quite yet), and invites him to his home, thinking a Kitsune would feel more comfortable in a mountain forest. Kyojuro, who's already intrigued by Tanjiro, agrees!

Uhhhh, this is getting long, lol! Uh, Kyojuro kinda just...lives with the Kamado family from now on! He learns more demon powers, (that he thinks are Kitsune powers), helps with the chores with the Kamados, and heals Tanjuro, who can already see that Kyojuro and Tanjiro are falling for each other, and approves of them, even though he knows Kyojuro is a demon. :) He always could tell, but can also see Kyojuro is different. Kyojuro protects the mountains and the town, since he can move much faster, and needs less sleep than others. And earning the remaining two tails that he didn't have, being very powerful, even though he never has eaten human flesh!

He also starts gaining a few memories back. Not a lot, but enough. Like, he's sure he had a little brother? Has? Unsure, but he slightly remembers a little and meek version of him? Also, he may have had friends? He's remembering words associated with them: bug, no, butterfly!, stone, windy?, water, snake, love, and...noise? No, sound!

Anyway, around the time Muzan appears, said Demon king does not have a nice time! Kyojuro's flames become real, and honestly burns him! He nopes right outta there, he is not dealing with another Yoriichi, demon or otherwise! With him gone, Tanjiro hugs him, glad he's okay, (Kyo got a lil banged up, but he's already healing), and Kyojuro hugs him back! Tanjuro smiles, along with Kie, Nezuko and the rest of the children!

(Uh..., it's getting long again, lol, let's see if I can type the rest). During that New Year celebration, as Tanjuro dances the Hinokami Kagura, (since he's completely healthy, thanks to Kyojuro), Kyojuro whispers to Tanjiro to marry him? Tanjiro blushes, but nods happily! So, ya'know? They celebrate that engagement...then Giyu appears the next day! Well, that doesn't end well! One, he's shocked not only to see a demon in sunlight, but also that it's the missing Kyojuro! Two, he's surprised as the Kamado kids, Tanjiro and Nezuko start throwing coal or rocks, telling/yelling him to "leave Kyojuro-samma alone! He protects this mountain and town! He's not a demon!" And third, Tanjuro, calmly walking up to the water pillar, smiling, but with steel behind it, saying "I'm understanding you have a job to do as a slayer. However, if you plan to continue attacking my son-in-law, I will take your life, even though I wish not to..."

Though, everyone is now paying attention to Kyojuro, as the man yelps and grunts in pain, as all of his memories start coming back to him! Tanjiro, worryingly, places his hand on his finance's shoulders, asking what's wrong, but doesn't stop Kyojuro, who just hugs him tightly, and says he remembers who he is again. He remembers everything. With that, they travel to the Ubuyashiki estate, to decide what happens. That kinda goes half-great, and half-terrible. Great, because a good chunk of Hashira are happy to see Kyojuro alive, even Iguro, because he kinda grew up with the man! But, uh, bad, because Shinobu, Gyomei and Sanemi say he's a demon now, blah blah blah! But when Sanemi tries to attack Kyojuro, Tanjiro jumps in front of the man, and headbutts him, while yelling angrily, "Don't hurt my fiance!" ):<

Uhh...yeah, it got longer, lol! Yeah! Basically, Demon Slayer with a demon!Kitsune!Kyojuro, alive Kamado family, and Kyojuro may or may not being another, (and better), demon king. :3

Very interesting story. 😊

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Diaboli 's angelus

Chapter 11

Lenght: 5.7k

Content: fem!reader, angst, lmk if I missed anything

Authors note: I'm just going to drop chapter 11 (lets forget that I made the goal of finishing the story this summer heheh)

Tag: @okaystopwhore

Zeke was intrigued, almost static of the view of his brother. He has never seen Eren this pathetic. Growing up his brother received everything he laid his eyes on. That was until now, that one thing he couldn’t have was you. Zeke wanted to burst out of the view of his brother watching you and Johan seated on the flower bed from his chamber. The very same flower bed he had planted right before your arrival. Your husband is now forced to watch you sit there laughing with another man. Zeke had he wonderful wife to thank. Soon after her exposure to Eren and Mikasa’s secret, she decided to dig the dagger deeper by inviting over that one person who could make the matter worse. That one person who is loyal to you and to you only, the one who wouldn’t fear getting beheaded by the Eldian King for you, the only person who can make the most powerful man feel…weak.

Eren knew since the farewell after the wedding that your relationship with the knight wasn’t fully professional. Daisy tried to explain that there was nothing for him to worry about, that the two of you were just childhood friends. However, the way Johan’s blue eyes are looking at you as you smile as the two of you are catching up. That’s not the look you give your childhood friend but rather a…lover. 

This was perfect for Zeke almost comical. With the current instability in your marriage, you might flee Eldia with Johan which will force the Council to dethrone Eren. Zeke is too optimistic, you wouldn’t put Capri’s future in jeopardy just for a man, even if he was Johan. However, seeing Eren like this was amusing enough. Eren was forced to watch someone have something that belonged to him, being in a position that was supposed to be his. Feeling powerless to do anything about it. Now he knows what Zeke has felt almost his whole life.

Mikasa lightly puts her shoulder gently on her baby's father’s shoulder. “At least she seems happier” she whispered, trying to lighten his mood. “I know…but did you know that she let him sleep in the room in the great hall? Those rooms are reserved for honourable guests.” Eren muttered not looking once at Mikasa. “Well, he is her childhood friend and once her knight. He is an honourable guest in her eyes, although he is just a knight” Mikasa says. Although it pained her to see Eren in agony, however, the view of you lying on your back laughing to tears still warmed her. It was the first time in months they’ve seen you this vibrant…this alive. 

“I know…you know that Historia reported that she hasn’t been with Y/n for quite some time. She sees her to get her ready for the day. After that, she’d rush out with Daisy to meet up with him.” Mikasa closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She knew but never reported it to Eren as she didn’t wish for the matter to get worse. It’s not a good look at you, spending all your time with Johan. Pushing Eren to further insanity. Eren knows way better than anyone that stripping Johan from you would push you further away from him and closer to the Caprian man. Mikasa believed that after your conversation, you and Eren would be in a better situation. However, it seems like nothing has changed…what is taking so long? Mikasa remembers seeing Eren leave your chamber several times during the evening. She was confused, but you admitted that morning to the women that you were too tired of your day adventures with Johan to spend the evening with Eren. Mikasa knew that Pieck must be the one behind this. It was too convenient that Johan, Eren’s biggest threat came for a visit right after the rift between the two of you. “Eren, you two will get through this.” He only nods, watching you drag him inside the castle. You must be freezing since the sun was setting. Eren shakes his head, knowing that you never bring an extra jacket when venturing outside.

You dragged Johan through the hallway to your library chamber, missing the concerning eyes of your ladies. “Wow, this is way larger than the one back home.” Johan walked around amazed at the construction of this library, it pained him a bit knowing that he could never afford to give you something like this. You sat down on the sofa and patted the seat inviting him to sit next to you. You took a deep breath, which Johan understood meant business. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here?” You nod “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you, but who invited you?”

“You friend, Lady Pieck.” You raised one eyebrow. “Why did she invite you?”

“She told me the baby…” That sentence felt like a punch in the guts. You quickly grabbed the fan on the table and waved it to try and dry the tears peaking out of your burning eyes. “How you keeping up Y/n?” He placed his hand on your knee stroking it in comfort. “I-, oh Gods” and there you sat just bursting out in front of Johan. Everything you tried to hold back the past months streamed out of you like a river. “I-I’ve been trying to keep myself together for the sake of Capri, and I’ve had a conversation with Mikasa…” You stopped yourself as nothing came out but cries. “Her face haunts me…she hasn’t done anything wrong but it does. Her face plagues me in my dreams, and her voice reminds me that I would never be enough…I can’t even do one simple task…” 

“Stop!” The firmness in his voice made you jump. “Y/n you are more than some breeding cow. You’re amazing, caring, smart, funny and hell with him if he can’t see past that.” 

“Johan…It’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“I know.”

“I have duties to fulfil” you whispered.

“I know, but do you want to do any of this? Are you happy?” He whispered the last part. That felt like a slap in the face. You’ve lived a wealthy life, you had more than enough food on the table, books every bookworm could dream of, a powerful husband that would turn the world upside down to bring a smile on your face…but you were poor when it came to one thing…freedom. You never had a choice on what your future would be like. Since you could remember you were spoonfed that your job was to marry a powerful heir and bear his children. 

“I was happy but now I’m just content.” You weren’t lying. Before the baby-scandal Eren did make you happy. The conversation with Mikasa gave you hope in saving your marriage. You were positive that the two of you could make it work, especially with your new extended family. 

“Y/n…you deserve more than just contentment.”

This was not going to end well. 

“Johan…I-”

“You were happier back home, with your family, with your subjects…with me.”

You don’t want to hear it

“I was in pure agony when I had to watch you getting sold off to him.” The hand that was holding the fan was shaking so badly that Johan held it with both hands to calm you down. 

“I agreed upon the marriage, because…” You stopped yourself. Knowing that the answer won’t satisfy Johan. 

“Because he treated you nicely that night and because it’s the best for Capri.” He finished, his eyes were screaming pity. You took a deep shaken breath trying to fight your stingy eyes. 

“Johan please I don’t wish to discuss this further” you whispered. 

Johan took a deep breath and looked into your soft brown eyes “Y/n, I’ve known since we were young that the idea of the two of us being together is unrealistic. I-I’ve been told since I could remember that you’d leave my side for a man with more power…” Nothing came out of you but sniffs, the tears you tried to control, escaped and your forehead felt heavy.

“However, I never stopped dreaming about a life with you. A life far away from everything where you could be free and happy.” Your eyes widen as you are stunned. Johan had feelings for you all this time? What would your life have been like if the two of you weren’t born in your roles? Would you’ve been married? You end little daydream as guilt starts eating you from the inside. 

“I love him, Johan” was all you could say. Johan was in disbelief, “you do?”. You nod “Gods I do Johan. Our marriage is far from perfect but he tries his best and his best is all I wish for and it's more than enough. His best is beautiful.” You thought of the garden he rebuilt for you. “Kind”, the gifts sent with Armin to your family. “Thoughtful”, he knew how much you loved to read from the night of the ball so he gifted you his mother’s favourite poetry books on love and updated the royal library. “Lastly, he’s understandable”, your final thought landed on the fact that Eren faced his fear and gave you the freedom to roam around outside the castle walls and even came with you. Your heart warmed at the thought of Eren and that’s when the realisation hit you.

“Johan, I wasn’t happy…I am happy. We are far from perfect but he makes me so happy and I know he feels the same…I’m sorry.” Johan realised that he underestimated your marriage and more importantly your decision in marrying Eren. The glow in your eyes and your smile made him see that there was a deep love you had for the Eldian King. A deep love you didn’t have for him. The brightening in your eyes was something he hadn’t seen in a while, you looked youthful. You looked as beautiful as you were the day he met you before the world cruelly stole your parents from you. “I see…I’m happy that you’ve found love. I’ll leave before afternoon” He said letting go of your hand.

Your conversation sounded like a low murmur on the other side of the door. Eren was standing there with his fists clenched at his sides. The light from the crack under the door flickered, casting shadows on the polished floor. His jaw tightened as he listened to the low sounds of you and Johan. He pushed open the door with full force and both heads turned toward him. “What are you doing with my wife this late…alone?” You quickly turned to the clock on the wall, it was 12:30 am. “My apologies your Majesty, Her Majesty and I were just catching up…” Eren took a step closer, the firelight casting long shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his green eyes. “There are proper hours for such conversation. This,” he gestured to the darkened windows, “is not one of them.”

“My apologies, I’ll leave before tomorrow afternoon.” Johan bowed leaving the two of you alone in the library. You stood up from the sofa and approached your husband. “I went to your chamber and your ladies told me that you weren't there. I thought something happened to you so I ran around searching for you. Only to find you spending the night with another man, are we that far gone?” He whispered. Guilt washed over you as you realised how it might’ve looked like for Eren, “No…I’m sorry. I lost track of time, it was inappropriate.” You said calmly, gently locking your fingers in his. His face is unreadable but his eyes softened. “D-do you still wish to spend the evening with me? Only if you aren’t too tired” you whispered. Eren gave you a soft smile, which you took as a yes. The two of you didn’t have to mutter any more words as your eyes spoke for you, saying the beautiful sentence I’m sorry for the pain I put you through. You led him to your chamber never letting go of his hand. 

That night the two of you were intimate in all ways but sex. “Did you ever love Mikasa?” You asked out of curiosity. “I did when I was younger, however, Levi pulled me to the side and gave me a reality check. Since then I don’t know…my feelings just faded and I was just intimate with her out of habit.” He said. The two of you were spooning in bed just talking. “Since we are on the topic, you and Johan?” You were quiet for a moment not knowing how to answer the question. “It's complicated…I do love him, I view him as a brother. However…I don’t want to lie and tell you that it goes both ways…” You felt Eren hold you tighter around your waist. You put your hand gently over his to calm his nerves a bit. “Johan always wishes me well…”

“Do you love him?” Eren cuts you. You turned around and cupped both his cheeks “I love you more and I married you. I chose you, and I’d do it again and again…I had some feelings for him but they weakened the second I met you…Eren, there is no man standing next to you. It’s only you, even if you ever left me. I won’t be able to love anyone the way I love you.” You leaned over and kissed him, this was your first kiss in months. However, Eren broke the kiss and left the room immediately leaving you confused…Has he not forgiven you?

It’s been a week since the incident in your chamber, Eren still visits you, he even stays the full night. Maybe what you said upset him enough to storm out that night. The idea of you potentially having small feelings for another man. Your train of thought ended as you lost your breath for a second. “Apologies your Majesty” Historia yelped as she tried to tighten your corset. Your boobs were almost pouring out of the corset. “Seems like we need to buy you new corsets.” You look down at your body, you’ve gained weight since moving to Marley. “It’s probably the diet, Your Majesty. In Capri, your diet consists of mainly greens and seafood whilst here in Eldia we eat mostly root vegetables and meat. His Majesty was told by Hanji that it might cause you to…gain weight, but if I can be completely honest you look even more beautiful a-and you have gotten this  amazing glow that radiance the whole room.” All the other ladies nod including Daisy, if Daisy agrees then it must be true. “Thank you, Historia.” You smile looking at the mirror, your hips have gotten fuller, and so have your breasts. However, you felt more like a…woman. 

You decided to spend the day outside in your garden playing with little Carla on your lap. Mikasa had to run some errands and gather equipment for Historia to make you a new dress. Mikasa tends to disappear a lot, however, you never really questioned it. You just finished making Carla a flower crown, she giggled as you put it on her head. The two of you were accompanied by your ladies who helped you gather the flowers for the crown. Eren instructed them to keep you company as often as possible, in fear that loneliness might drive you to run away with Johan. He smiles at the sight of you smiling at a giggling Carla. It warmed his heart to see his family getting along. He then turned around and landed a hit on Connie who didn’t think he was paying any attention. “Your Majesty!” He heard Daisy gasp as she held onto you with her dear life. You had fainted, luckily Historia managed to catch Carla before she landed on the ground. Eren dropped his equipment and ran over to the ladies carrying you in a bridal position. “What happened?!” His anxiety was getting the best out of him. “W-we don’t know, s-she just fainted.” Daisy nervously whispers tearing up. Eren made no time to respond as he carried you to Hange. He rushed to their office “Hange!” he shouted. Hange’s eyes widened as they saw who he was carrying. “Lay her on the bed quickly!”. Hange offered Eren to leave but he refused to leave your side. “I see” Hange giggled. Eren’s eyes widen at the sight of the doctor laughing. Have they gone insane? My wife is lying unconscious in front of us. “Your Majesty, would you like to name them Sawney or Bean?” They smiled. “Huh?” Was all Eren could mutter. “Congratulations, the Gods have blessed us with an heir.” Hange’s smile vanished as her king looked almost sad. He quietly left the room leaving the doctor alone with his wife. 

You woke up with the feeling of your brain pounding “Your Majesty, how are you feeling.” You hear Hange whisper. “Tired and I feel like my head is about to explode. Ugh, I might need to ask Daisy to join me for some wine I-”

“Oh no, you wouldn’t want to drink in a long time.” Hange giggled like a little kid. Their smile was contagious causing you to smile. “You have to ask me why, Your Majesty.” You giggled at the doctor's silliness. “Why?” You smiled. “Because you’re four and a half months pregnant.” You almost fell off the bed “Pregnant?” You instinctively put your hand on your stomach. Hange eagerly nodded “Yes, you’re 18 weeks in.” You stare in confusion “18 months?? B-but I’ve had no symptoms a-and my stomach is quite small.”

Hange touched their chin “Well, not all women experience early symptoms and the belly size differs from woman to woman. You’ve probably noticed that your period has been missing for months.” That was true…your period is inconsistent but never this late. You just ignored it as you were kinda used to not having your period for a couple of months. “I guess…I’ll have to tell Eren! Thank you Dr.Hange!” You carefully got out of the bed and made your way out. Failing to notice the doctor’s sad smile. 

When you entered your chamber you found Daisy lying on your bed. She jumped up on her feet. “Thank the Gods it's just you, Your Majesty. Historia has been working us to the edge nonstop the last months.” You giggled and sat down on the bed, patting in. Daisy took the hint and sat down next to you, you leaned your head on her shoulder. “How are you feeling? You almost gave me a heart attack when you fainted.” You fainted? You remember being in the garden and the next thing you knew you were in Hange’s office. The baby news distracted you from asking the doctor how you got there. “Yeah, I guess it is the symptoms of pregnancy…Where is His Majesty by the way? I-” You stopped at the sight of Daisy’s shocked face. “Symptoms of pregnancy? You are pregnant?! My Gods Your Majesty! I’m so happy!” She sobbed. Tears poured out of you as Daisy made you really deep that you were pregnant. You were with a child! She aggressively pulled you into a hug and the two of you sobbed for what felt like minutes. The two of you broke the hug and you dried your tears with your handkerchief.  “I’m yet to tell his Majesty a-and my family back home.” You wondered what Eren’s reaction would be. Would he worry about the gender? Would he be happy if you were with a daughter? How would a child change your marriage? Would it be positive? It seemed like the Caprian maid read your mind. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be over the moon,” Daisy said ensuring. “Gods, I need to clean my face. My makeup is a mess” You laughed walking into the bathroom. 

The soft knock on the chamber door echoed in the quiet, dimly lit room. Daisy’s eyes, red and puffy from tears of joy, widened as she quickly scrambled off the bed. She smoothed down her apron and wiped her cheeks, trying to compose herself before opening the door. When Daisy opened the door, she found Eren standing there, his expression carefully neutral, though she could sense the anticipation simmering beneath his calm exterior. He glanced briefly at her tear-streaked face but said nothing about it. He already knew the reason behind those tears, having been informed by Hange earlier today about your pregnancy. He was pretending not to know, wanting to let you share the news with him in your own time.

"Daisy," Eren greeted with a nod, his voice steady, "Is my wife in? Is she ready to see me?" 

Daisy nodded quickly, her heart still racing from the emotional whirlwind she had been caught up in moments before. "Yes, Your Majesty. She's been waiting for you." With that, she curtsied and slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly open as she hurried down the corridor to give them privacy. Eren stepped into the chamber, closing the door gently behind him. The soft glow of candlelight warmed the room. You finished washing your face and exited the bathroom at the sound of the door clicking shut, your eyes lighting up when you saw him.

"Eren!" you exclaimed, a radiant smile spreading across your face. Your hands fidgeted with excitement, unable to contain the joy bubbling up inside you. You took a few quick steps toward him, your heart pounding with the secret you were about to share.

Eren approached you, his gaze tender as he reached out to take your hands in his. "You seem... particularly happy today," he said, his lips curling into a knowing smile. You laughed softly, your eyes glazed with unshed tears of joy. "I have fantastic news to tell you," you began, her voice trembling with emotion.

You led him to the bed and sat down leaning on the wall. A wave of nervousness overtook you and Eren, sensing your hesitation, gave your hands a reassuring squeeze, his warm smile gave you enough encouragement to speak. 

"Eren," you began softly. His smile widened, his eyes never leaving you. "What is it, love?" You took a deep breath, your voice quivering with the weight of the moment. "I’m pregnant, Eren. We’re going to have a child."

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as the words hung in the air. Then, a wave of pure joy washed over Eren’s face. His eyes sparkled with happiness, and his smile grew even broader, reaching all the way to his heart.

"You're going to be a mother, and I'm going to be a father."

You nodded, your own tears of happiness spilling over as you saw the joy in his eyes. "Yes, Eren. We're going to have a baby."

Without another word, Eren's hands gently released yours and moved to your waist, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt before you, his hands reverently resting on your little bump. His expression softened into one of utter tenderness as he leaned in, pressing his ear against your belly.

You watched him, your heart swelling with love as you saw him for the first time so full of joy. Eren closed his eyes, breathing in deeply as if trying to connect with the life growing within you.

"Hello there, little one," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m your father, and I can’t wait to meet you." He paused, listening intently, as though he could hear the tiny heartbeat through sheer will alone. "You’re going to have the most amazing mother. She’s strong, kind, and beautiful. And I promise you, I will do everything I can to protect you and your mother. I want you to be the freest person that has ever walked on earth."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched Eren speak to your unborn child, his words filled with love and devotion. You reached down, running your fingers through his chestnut hair as he stayed there, connected to you and your baby.

Eren finally lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a joy so strong it left you breathless. He stood, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as he kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, before finally your lips in a gentle, loving kiss.

"I love you," he murmured against your lips, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Thank you, my love. I know it’s been hard and I know you’ve tried your hardest. I’m very grateful."

You smiled through your tears, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whispered back, "I love you too, Eren. More than words can ever say." Your hand ran up and down Eren’s back in a motion so soothing, it almost sent him to sleep. The two of you stayed like that for the whole night, wrapped in each other’s embrace, sharing the overwhelming joy of the new life you’ve created together.

It’s been a week since the news and Eren gathered the whole court for dinner. The grand dining hall was decorated beautifully, a feast for the eyes as well as the palate. Golden candelabras flickered with warm light, casting a soft glow on the lavish table set before the gathered nobles and courtiers. The air was filled with excitement and curiosity as they awaited the King’s announcement. Eren, seated at the head of the table with you by his side, exchanged a knowing glance with you, his hand resting protectively over yours.

After a moment, Eren rose from his seat, lifting a goblet of wine as he called for silence. The room fell quiet, all eyes turning toward him eagerly.

“My esteemed friends and loyal subjects,” Eren began, his voice strong and clear, carrying through the hall. “Tonight, we gather not just to share a meal, but to share in the joy of a special announcement that fills my heart with happiness.”

Your cheeks burned under the gaze of the court, but Eren’s reassuring smile kept you calm. He squeezed your hand once more before continuing.

“It is with the greatest pleasure that I announce… the queen is expecting our first child.”

A chorus of gasps and delighted murmurs swept through the room, followed by a burst of applause and congratulations. The courtiers raised their glasses in a toast, their voices ringing with good wishes for the two of you. The joy in the room was palpable, everyone seemingly caught up in the moment.

But not everyone.

Seated a few places down from the King, Zeke, remained noticeably silent, his expression unreadable as he stared into his wine. While others around him clapped and smiled, Zeke’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a flicker of something dark passing through his gaze.

You, in your happiness, barely noticed Zeke’s demeanour, but Eren did. His keen eyes caught the subtle tension in Zeke’s posture, the way his fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet. Eren’s jaw clenched slightly, but he chose not to address it then, not wanting to dampen the mood.

However, one person who also noticed the brief exchange was Armin. Armin knew all too well the potential for conflict between the two brothers and decided to intervene before any tension spread through the dinner.

Stepping forward with a big and nervous smile, Armin raised his hands and addressed the room. “My lords and ladies,” he began, his voice carrying a commanding yet gentle tone, “let us take a moment to offer a blessing for the health and future of the royal heir. May this child bring prosperity to the kingdom and strengthen the bond between our beloved King and Queen.”

He turned to the gathered guests, his eyes shining with warmth. “My lords and ladies, let us offer a new blessing for the child who will one day shape our kingdom’s future. May this heir be graced with power, freedom, and prosperity. Please, join me in this prayer." Armin began to chant the blessing, and one by one, the nobles and courtiers joined in, their voices merging in a harmonious prayer:

"May strength and power be your shield,

May freedom be your birthright,

May prosperity flow like rivers through your land,

May you reign with wisdom,

Guided by the light of truth and justice.

May your path be forged in strength,

Your heart be bound to the freedom of all,

And your hands build a kingdom of plenty,

Where all may thrive under your care.

As the sun rises and sets,

May your reign bring peace and prosperity,

May your people flourish under your rule,

And may your legacy be one of enduring greatness."

The hall reverberated with the sound of the chant, creating an atmosphere of unity and reverence. Eren turned to his queen, his expression softening as the court offered their blessings for their unborn child. The tension that had briefly threatened to overshadow the evening began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of celebration.

Zeke, seeing the shift in focus, leaned back in his chair, the shadow that had darkened his features receding slightly. He participated in the chant, though his voice was quieter than the others, and his expression remained guarded.

As the chant ended, Armin spoke again, “Let us drink to the health and happiness of the future heir to the throne!”

A resounding cheer went up from the guests, and glasses were raised once more. Eren joined in the toast, though he kept a watchful eye on his half-brother, ensuring that the evening continued without further incident.

You beamed, your hand resting gently on your little bump, overwhelmed with joy at the outpouring of support. Courtiers and noblewomen approached to offer their congratulations personally. “Congratulations, Your Majesty,” Annie said with her father beside her. “Thank you, Annie. I’m looking forward to your wedding with Lord Arlert.” You smiled. You could swear that you saw the blonde woman blush as she curtsied before leaving with her father.

Eren stayed close by your side, his protective nature clear as he received each well-wisher with grace.

But as the dinner progressed, Eren’s mind occasionally drifted back to

Zeke’s reaction. The celebration continued around them, but Eren couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach.

Zeke, though subdued, was content to remain on the sidelines, watching the proceedings with an unreadable expression. His thoughts were his own, and for now, he chose to keep them that way.

Eren’s gaze met Zeke’s for a brief moment, a silent exchange passing between them. Whatever thoughts Zeke harboured, Eren knew this wouldn’t be the last they would see of his true feelings. But for now, Eren forced himself to focus on the present—on the joy of the announcement, on his queen, and the future you were building together.

As the night wore on, Eren never left your side, ensuring you felt the full support of your court. But in the back of his mind, the shadow of his half-brother’s silence lingered, a subtle reminder that not all shared in their happiness.

The morning after was time for Eren’s departure to the annual meeting in Marley. The palace bathed in the soft golden light of dawn.“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Eren asked worried climbing up his white horse. “I keep getting morning sicknesses and I don’t think a long journey will make it better. Besides Dr.Hange is here and it’ll be easier to help me in their office. I gave Armin my letters of demand so you won’t need me as I trust him to vote on my behalf.” You nodded. “Alright, be nice while I’m away…and don’t miss me too much.” He said leaning in for a kiss. “I’m always nice”  You flicked his nose before kissing his forehead. “If it is anything, please don’t hesitate on finding Mikasa and sending a message man to me.”

“I will, don’t worry and I’ll be fine. You’re only gone for three nights.” You smiled stroking his horse. 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, far below in a secret bunker, Zeke Yeager stood in the dimly lit room, pacing with a sense of restless anticipation. The ancient stone walls, damp and cold, absorbed the sound of his boots as he walked back and forth, the tension in the air palpable. The scent of earth and moisture hung heavy, creating an oppressive atmosphere that matched the gravity of his plans.

Zeke's eyes gleamed with determination. He had waited patiently for this moment, plotting in the shadows, and now, with the King soon to be far from the palace, the time had come to set his plan in motion.

He approached a large, rough-hewn table in the centre of the room. It was cluttered with maps, documents, and a few small, intricate figurines representing key locations and figures. But the centrepiece of the table was a detailed map of the palace and its surrounding lands, marked with strategic points that would soon come into play.

His hand hovered over the map, his mind racing through the steps of his carefully laid plan. This was no small act of rebellion—it was a coup, one that would topple Eren from the throne and place the crown firmly on Zeke’s head. His allies were in position, waiting for the signal to strike. Soldiers loyal to his cause had been strategically placed within the palace, ready to seize control the moment the King was out of reach.

A knock on the heavy wooden door broke the silence, pulling Zeke from his thoughts. He quickly gathered up the maps, tucking them away into a hidden compartment beneath the table, before turning to face the intruder.

A hooded figure stepped into the room, bowing low. “Everything is prepared, my lord. The King departs as we speak.”

Zeke nodded, a cold smile spreading across his face. “Good. Once he is beyond the walls, we proceed. Make sure everything goes according to plan. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

The figure nodded and slipped away as swiftly as they had appeared.

Zeke stood still for a moment, the weight of his ambitions pressing down on him. But it was a weight he was prepared to bear. The throne was within his grasp, and nothing would stop him from claiming it.

As Eren rode away, unaware of the betrayal brewing in his castle, Zeke’s mind was already racing ahead, calculating each step. This was his moment, his opportunity to seize power. And with Eren gone, the kingdom would soon be his to command.

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Something I’ve always wondered was how did King Marc and Nath of Hearts meet? I just love this couple so much-

Once Upon A Time…

On the night of a crescent moon, shaped like the smile of the Cheshire Cat, in the magical and quite odd, yet wonderous kingdom of Wonderland, the King and Queen of Hearts were blessed with a darling young Prince they named, Nathaniel. They showered their son with so much love and affection, doted on him every few seconds, and yet… Their praise and adoration for the young Prince of Hearts didn’t have the effect they expected.

Whenever given a knife at dinner, he’d nearly stabbed one of the servers. The Card Guards swore they had seen a gleeful look in his eyes when the King mentioned executing a traitor. The most gruesome of jokes only seemed to get a laugh out of the redhead.

The King and Queen were in denial for so long. They knew Nathaniel could be a bit of a wild card, but they were certain he’d grow out of it. He’d be their sweet Prince of Hearts, learn how to run the Kingdom when the time came, and stop treating the croquet hedgehogs better than he treats others.

Thirteen years had passed. Nathaniel’s violent tendencies have not vanished, and the King and Queen could no longer deny that. What had been concerning them the most lately was their son’s recent fascination with weapons, specifically swords, axes, and daggers. He would never go anywhere without his favorite dagger, explaining, “I would lose the element of surprise if I had an ax or sword strapped to my back, now wouldn’t I?”

The Kingdom was growing wary. They refused to have such a… A mad young man grow up to become their King. And yet, no one dared to speak out against the Prince of Hearts, not unless they would like to feel the cool steel of his dagger pressed against their necks. The King and Queen of Hearts also dreaded the day he would come of age and rise to power, most likely ruling Wonderland with an iron fist and executing all those who defied his rules, all 613 of what he had already written so far. They aren’t sure what more they can do at this point. Nothing could calm Nathaniel down apart from Tea Time and when he spent time with the hedgehogs. And even those weren’t enough to cool his infamous temper.

But, the more they thought it over, the King and Queen of Hearts wondered if maybe, just maybe, if instead of something, their Prince needed someone to quell his behavior. All it would take was the right connection with another young Royal or anyone really to divert his attention towards… Other interests.

With that in mind, a ball was thrown. All eligible Royals around the age of the Prince of Hearts were in attendance, yet, none were willing to even make eye contact with the dreaded Mad Prince of Wonderland. It would appear that the rumors spread to other Kingdoms, not that Nathaniel cared. The thought of ever co-ruling his future Kingdom sickened him. He’s not one to compromise. All ways are his way, and it will stay that way.

When his parents informed him prior to the ball that they would be finding suitors for him, Nathaniel wanted nothing more than to finally have their heads in his grasp. While they have done so much for him over the years, it was about time for a new ruler to take control of Wonderland and command the respect of all. But, he couldn’t exactly become King until he turned eighteen or his parents died. And he refused to wait five more years. But it just never seemed like the right moment to behead them. Usurping the throne was a fine reason, but he craved more than that. He was just unsure of what, but it needed to be the reason that really drove him to behead those kindhearted fools.

Having grown bored of the ball, the Prince of Hearts was about to make his way into the rose garden when his parents called him over. He scowled at the sight of their delighted faces. What could they possibly be so thrilled about? And then he saw… Him. The sickingly sweet Prince of a neighboring Kingdom, Emani White. Unlike the rest of the cowardly royals, he was not deterred by the behavior of the Prince of Hearts and believed he was… Kind deep down. Well, if the guards hadn’t confiscated his dagger, he would have beheaded the fool then and there. And if not for acting so familiar and having the audacity to rest a hand on his shoulder, then for attracting those verminous doves with that high-pitched warbling.

If the King and Queen of Hearts believed such a miserable excuse for a Prince would deter him from succeeding them before he turned eighteen, then they were positively… Mad. But, he enjoyed a game or two, so he played along, whisked the ditzy young Prince away into the hedge maze, and allowed his parents to believe Emani could be the one to “calm his temper.”

How he regretted it when the damned Prince just would not shut up about the forest, his animal friends, the dwarves he had met, or his step-cousin! Still, Nathaniel remained cordial and resisted every urge in his body to strangle Emani. After all, killing someone with your bare hands is simply uncouth and barbaric, and he would not stoop to such levels, no matter how much Emani irritated him.

However, it seemed he would consider when the heathen dared to pick up and hold one of his hedgehogs. Everyone in the Kingdom knew Rule #47: Never hold a hedgehog belonging to the Prince of Hearts. Well, all but Emani. But, Nathaniel was more than happy to teach him the consequences of such a felony. He ripped one of the vines off of the hedges and checked to make sure it was sturdy. Before he could go through with his act, though, a lone figure emerged from the shadows and sent a chill down Emani's spine. The coward backed away as the figure made themself known under the glow of the moonlight. Nathaniel felt his heart stop. There, standing before him had to be the most breathtaking vision of beauty to ever grace his Kingdom.

His eyes were a toxic green and his lips were painted a beautiful blood-red.

So stupefied, the Prince of Hearts didn't flinch when the newcomer whipped out a dagger. He stalked toward Emani White with a sinister smile. "Emani," he crooned. "My dear, naive cousin; I believe I instructed you not to leave my sight."

Emani murmured several apologies, but the green-eyed newcomer only held the dagger closer to him. "Off you go, now," he said as if speaking to a child. "We will discuss your punishment afterward."

"Y... Yes, Marc; I apologize." Setting the hedgehog down, Emani scurries out of the hedge maze. Though, the Prince of Hearts is certain it will be hours before he finds his way out. Immediately, he turns his attention to... Marc, and once again finds himself captivated by his poison green eyes. He wanted him and only him, and not one of those pathetic excuses for royals his parents had lined up for him.

All he wanted was his Poison Prince. And he'll have him by any means necessary...

The End

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