#but she didn't see him use magic at any point so i wonder if she rly does

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.

Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.

Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.

Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.

Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.

A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.

Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.

The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.

Some notes:

It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.

It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.

Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?

Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.

This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.

Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.

Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.

Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.

Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?

I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.

Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.

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[2] It's Good to Be King | mean king!harry

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Series Summary: Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

Note: Harry is mean/uncouth in this, though things do get better. He doesn't treat anyone around him with much respect at all. Expect to not like him much at first. Also, this is set in the 1800s England, and while not completely historically accurate, I did my best to keep it as accurate as possible.

Ch. 2 Word Count: 8,759

Ch. 2 Warning: genitalia rubbing (with some dirty talk), discrimination, manipulation and coercion, corruption kink, humiliation, jealousy

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Y/n had insisted that Phoebe leave the library to get some rest. It was the middle of the night and while her new friend (she refused to think of anyone as being her assistant because that was– well, it was preposterous) told her she wasn't tired, she could tell that the girl was.

"I'll be another hour and then off to bed myself. There's no reason for you to suffer."

"Madam, I'm not allowed to leave you alone to wander the castle. I could get into trouble."

Y/n placed the brand-new book down onto the table that she had in her hand. It was a book that contained drawings of anatomy (amongst other things) by a fellow named Charles Darwin. She imagined it might come in handy to help her understand the mechanics or even just the names of some of their— bits. She had no idea if the book was what she really needed or not but it looked promising.

"But you're so tired. Why can't he just keep watch?" She pointed at the guard who stood in the library's entryway.

Phoebe cleared her throat and looked toward the man. "Are you allowed to be alone with Her Majesty?"

Y/n let out a squawk at the way she was addressed. "Good heavens! Her Majesty? Please, madam is enough. Y/n would be even better."

"My apologies. If it suits you, I will address you as you please." She turned back toward the man. "Can you, George?"

"Yes. If she's only another hour, I'll see to it that she makes it to her room well."

"Thank you, sir," Phoebe said politely before looking toward Y/n. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please go on. I'll make haste and be off soon."

The library was gorgeous. It was almost magical. She rarely got her hands on any new books and often was left to read the same two she had in her possession over and over again. But the castle had the most decadent library in the world, she imagined.

Her issue was, though, that most of the books had nothing to do with intimacy or engaging in intercourse whatsoever, which she was in desperate need of. She could think of no other way to help prepare herself for the eventual poking she'd have to endure. The book on anatomy could be educational, though she was looking for something a little more risqué. But then she came across a weathered paper book with the sewn binding edges coming undone at the tops. The name Fanny alone harkened images of feeding the pussycat–if you will.

Fanny Hill.

She glanced at the guard on watch to ensure he hadn't seen the book she'd pulled from the case and her face heated as she opened up the first page. Her eyes widened at the full name of the book: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure. Closing it quickly she tucked it under the new one and smiled.

It was exactly what she'd been searching for.

"Think I'm ready to go to my room now."

At night the castle was well-lit inside. She wondered how much fuel must have been used (and the cost!) to keep the large spaces bright the way they were. Oil lamps and burning fireplaces guided their path until she was at her doorway.

She didn't know the protocol for greeting or dismissing people but she bowed her head slightly and thanked the man before entering her room, the tall wooden door closing behind her with a heavy clank.

Her fire was freshly stoked and there was more fruit in a bowl on a side table with a glass pitcher of – water? She placed the books down on the table and lifted the pitcher to her nose to sniff. There was no scent. Had she been given fresh water to drink?

She wasted no time in pouring a bit into the heavy baluster glass on the tray next to the water. Lifting the rim to her mouth she took the smallest sip. Water! Pouring more into the cup she guzzled half the glass in one go.

Smiling to herself she placed the heavy glassware down and picked up her books along with an apple. She could get used to the luxuries of living in a castle. When she turned toward her bed she noted it was ready for her to climb into, the blankets turned down and her pillows all fluffed and sat in a row. Then there was the matter of the night dress draped over the bottom edge of the bed.

She looked down at the dress on her body and frowned. It was going to be quite the task to get it off, what with all the underthings tied tight around her middle and strapped over her chest.

Her outer frock wasn't too difficult to remove but she did wish Phoebe was there to help. She struggled a little with the fasteners and the bows and reached around the back to unpluck every tiny porcelain button. But when it was finally off she let out a sigh of relief.

Except she was not even halfway done. The ties and the clasps and the lace stays on the corset were impossible to work apart when she could hardly get her fingers properly aligned with the ribbing at her back.

She groaned in frustration and fell back into the bed, giving up at once. It was useless. She was going to be stuck wearing the uncomfortable things until morning when she could find Phoebe. Never again would she allow anyone to stick her into such garments. She'd rather walk around in the nude! Well, maybe not, but right then she certainly felt that way.

Y/n was used to the underthings she normally wore. They were easy to pull on and off as needed. Not the fancy, silky, ribbed garb that currently adorned her body. With a huff, she pushed herself up to sit and leaned into the feather pillows. At the very least, her bed was a soft heavenly thing. And the apple was juicy and crisp.

She found herself bored with the Darwin book but appreciated the graphics. Most of them were useless for her particular quest, though. It was the Fanny Hill book that had her back tingling and her breath caught a time or two. She'd lost track of the hours as she turned page after page of the filthy book and kept looking toward the door to make sure no one knew what she was doing.

Of course, as titillating as the book was, soon, she found herself unable to keep her eyes open and she fell asleep just like that, sitting over her blankets, apple core browning next to her knee, with the book opened to a scene with two females enjoying one another in a way Y/n had never once heard of before.

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"Madam. Madam Y/n…"

She was jolted awake, her eyes pried open to see the kind face of her new friend Phoebe standing over her. Quickly closing the book in her lap she tucked it under the blanket and sat up.

"You poor thing," Phoebe spoke as she took the old apple core and placed it on the small table next to her bed. "You've kept your drawers and corset on all night. Here, let me help…"

The relief she felt when the terrible hard corset was peeled from her sides was immense. She moaned and inhaled a breath like she hadn't been able to breathe properly until just then.

"Oy, thank you. I never want to wear that again!"

Phoebe laughed. "We have to get you dressed for the king at some point today, madam. I'm afraid you've no choice when he calls for you."

She held her palms outward toward the girl and shook her head. "I will not wear that thing. I can't stand it!"

Y/n felt like a child throwing a fit but she'd never worn anything so uncomfortable in all her life. She had marks dug into the skin at her sides from the stiff ribbing and pleated fabric. Even then, touching the grooves in her skin, it hurt.

"I believe we—"

A heavy knock on the door had both young women turning toward the noise. Y/n pulled the fabric of the dress over her breasts as it opened and in stepped King Harry.

"Your Majesty," Phoebe said as she lowered her head.

Y/n took a step back toward her bed feeling hot embarrassment that the king was seeing her in such a state of undress. She looked away but the sting of his gaze on her bare arms and neck felt like fire singing her blood.

He sauntered casually into her room and placed himself in the chair near the table where the fire was slowly dying. "Continue as you were."

Phoebe looked at Y/n and darted her eyes toward the dress she'd crumpled up at her bosom and reached for her shoulder to have her turn her back. "Just the chemise then. It's much softer, and we'll put the dress on after. Yes?"

Y/n nodded turning her head to see the girl in her periphery. "Yes. Thank you."

"You needn't thank her. She's your assistant. You're the queen consort to be. Act it."

She lifted her arms up when Phoebe slid the chemise over her head and responded. "She's of the noble class, My Lord. I'm just a beggar. It's only right to speak to her with respect as—"

"Noble class… a beggar. Pish! The class system is a farce. Everyone in the kingdom will bow down to you and your family once you're crowned Queen. Respect is due where I demand it, not where the aristocracy thinks it belongs."

Phoebe pulled the bow at the back of the chemise around her waist before she bent and helped her out of her drawers that she'd been in all night. It felt good to air out a little and she was thankful that Phoebe had waited to help her out of her bottoms until the chemise was draped over her backside so she was hid from the king's searing gaze. The girl held the dress up and slid it over her head before helping her put her arms in. Y/n didn't quite understand what the king meant but she was intrigued by his words about the class system.

"My family. I need to let them know where I am and—"

"The boy you were with on the street yesterday has already sent word. Your family will be at the castle for dinner tonight. I'm sure they'll all be happier than a lark once they arrive. As long as they're well behaved they will get along here fine."

She was turned around as her friend quietly adjusted her dress and attached the collar. Now she could see him directly and her eyes must have deceived her because even though he was the most ill-mannered person she'd ever met, his face riveted the eyes. His brilliant complexion and well-turned jaw were of note. Even the hair on his head was attractive. She appreciated that he didn't wear his hair in the formal old way as most men of the upper classes did. He had a rebellious edge to him that was uncommon for royalty.

Yes, she had seen him up close (all of him) the evening before but it was as if she'd forgotten the fine, pleasing details of his features. It was difficult to think him so dashing when he was so rude. And the smile that drew up on his face as he looked her up and down from his spot in the chair made her palms sweat.

When he winked at her she looked away quickly. Handsome as he may be, he was awful. Just awful.

"Leave us. I need a moment alone with my new wife."

Y/n would have corrected him if he weren't the all-powerful king. She wasn't yet his wife but she knew there was little she could say to make him listen regardless.

Phoebe left the room, quiet as a cat and Y/n stood next to her bed, watching as her king stood and walked right up to her and grabbed her hips, turning her to her side as he looked her over. "This is better than yesterday, isn't it?"

Y/n looked down at her dress and where his hands were on her as she inhaled. "I think so. I dislike the corset."

"As do I. You've no need to wear all that. The kingdom will have to get used to the new method of things."

She was surprised that he agreed. Looking up at him as he turned her to face him, he plucked at her collar. "But this is a nuisance. Would you like it off?"

Nodding she reached up to touch the collar that had been tucked into the bosom of her dress and Harry reached in to untie the laces with deft fingers. She held her breath, frozen, as he quickly released the fabric and pulled it from the top all without grazing her breasts. She imagined he was going to make an advance but he kept his fingers respectfully away from her. Which was another surprise for her.

"There we are. How did you find your bed last night?" He glanced at her rumpled blankets and she followed his gaze. The indecent book she'd been reading was only partly tucked away and she knew it before it even happened, that he'd reach around her for it.

"Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure." He quirked a brow at her and licked his lips. "What's this?"

"A book." She reached for it but he held it away from her and grasped her wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah… I'm still looking at it." He pushed her hand back down to her side and kept his eyes on her like he was curious. "Tell me, can you read?"

She swallowed thickly. Yes, she could read but was it wise for him to know that? He likely preferred a wife that couldn't read which might explain why he chose her from the street. Most men liked their women without education. But, it would be difficult to hide that she couldn't read at all and she wouldn't want to pretend either, especially when she so enjoyed doing it when she could.

"A little." She compromised.

"And you found this in our library here?"

She nodded looking from the book to the king as he narrowed his eyes over the pages, flipping through them.

"I asked him if he was afraid of a lady, and with that took and carrying his hand to my breasts, I pressed it tenderly to them; they were now finely furnished, and raised in flesh so that panting with desire, they rose, and fell, in quick heaves, under his touch."

The king read a short passage, squinting up from the page at Y/n with a grin, and then continued as her face grew hot that he knew what she'd been reading.

"And now glancing my eyes towards that part of his dress which covered the essential object of enjoyment, I plainly discovered the swell and commotion there. I stole my hand upon his thighs, down one of which, I could both see and feel a stiff hard body, confined by his breeches, that my fingers could discover no end to: curious then and eager to unfold so alarming a mystery, playing as it were with his buttons, which were bursting ripe from the active force within…"

Y/n turned and covered her face. She could hardly believe he was reading out loud the same words she'd read in her bed that had her wiggling and tensing the slightest the night before.

"Did you enjoy reading this smut? Did it remind you of my own swell from last night?" His words were spoken very near to her ear as he stood behind her. She kept her face covered and shook her head no. A lie. She wasn't ready to admit to him all the strange emotions she'd gone through the night before. And certainly, she'd never let him know about the odd fantasy she'd had of him after reading certain bits in the book. Imagining Harry standing tall above her with his cock in her face made all the blood in her limbs race to her head.

She felt him place his hand on her hip. "You did like it. I could see it in your eyes. Do you know what I did when you left my chambers last night? Can you imagine what a man with a big swell under his breaches might do when he's all alone?"

Pulling her hands from her face she turned her head but didn't look at him directly. "You called someone in to help you with it?"

She was sure that was what he was going to say. He'd eluded to it the night before so it only made sense he'd find someone else to sate his desires when she wouldn't.

"Oh, you dim little girl. There was no one else I wanted for the task but you last night. My future wife…" he spoke the words close to her ear as ran a finger down her neck, still gripping her hip. "I had to deal with the undertaking all alone after your refusal. I've never had anyone deny my request as you did."

She pushed a shaky breath from her mouth as she closed her eyes. The sensation of his warm finger trailing the length of her neck up to her jaw and back down stimulated her blood, sending it to churn hotly under her flesh. His deep voice against the shell of her ear stoked a strange ache in the pit of her belly.

Strange… well, she understood the ache truth be told. Virgin, she may be, but innocent of feelings of lust, she was not. She recognized her body's natural reaction to her king but it confused her. Perhaps it was due to that book, stuffing all those improper ideas into her brain. Desire was something she'd known before but explaining the function was foreign. She'd never acted on desire before and now, she had to contend with a man who wanted her to act on his.

Her body, of its own accord, pushed back into his chest and she arched her neck into his touch. The pad of his finger drew lazy paths but soon was replaced by a moist warm and plush mouth. She pulled in a breathy gasp when she realized he was kissing her. But the feel of his solid form behind her, pressing his hips to her rear made her limbs nearly give out.

Harry grunted a laugh against her neck as he held her up with his arm wrapped around her front to keep her securely in place. "Do you like my mouth on you?"

Yes! She did and her pounding heart was proof of it. "No."

He laughed and squeezed her tighter into his chest as he ran his tongue along the space behind her ear. "You say no but your body says yes. Shall I release you? Or shall we continue?"

She didn't want him to stop but she couldn't possibly want it either. Could she? What was she to say? If she told him to stop then would he remove her from the castle and find another Queen? Then what of her family who was newly offered shelter and provisions by the king himself? She couldn't go and ruin it but if she said yes would he take what he wanted from her without permission? Would God smite her at once for her wayward acts?

"You are not yet my husband."

The rattled moan he let out as he pressed a warm kiss to her jaw, setting her skin to flame. "But you are mine. Yes?"

She looked at her unmade bed and down at his arm that was tight across her middle. She'd never felt such a longing to engage in her shameful needs as then. Even the night before, reading the sort of smut she'd read, she felt the pull of wanton thirst but resisted it still. With the king, though, his mouth smoothing against her skin, his body, hard, warm, granite, at her back, her soft bed beckoning, the vision seared into her memory of his member (a pretty one at that).

"Yes, my King. But it's indecent until God binds us."

"Not even God himself can stop us. You needn't deny yourself of base urges. We're all just animals, Y/n, seeking the same delicious release. Have you experienced it before? Felt the elation of your lust during climax and wetted your fingers when you got excited?"

She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. Shaking her head she grunted when he pulled at her and sat at the edge of her bed, bringing her with him to sit between his legs, her back to his chest. "Never? Not once?"

His hand bunched the fabric of her dress, slowly pulling at it, exposing her leg. "Never."

"Pity! It's one of life's finest pleasures. An indulgence you must know."He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and pressed his face next to hers as he looked down at her dress and the skin of her knee.

"We don't need to disgrace God for you to know such pleasure. You can remain a virgin still, until our wedding night."

She watched his large hand squeeze at her knee and drag slowly upward revealing her thigh inch by inch. "Would you like that? I can show you how good it feels. Give you something new to crave."

She was terrified and eager all at once. But the thought of ruining herself before she was wed and the stories she'd been told about how badly it would hurt had her unsure in her answer. "I'm… I'm scared. It hurts, doesn't it?"

"If you've never tried it, how would you know it hurts?"

"I heard my aunt telling her friend about it. They both agreed it was awful. Women's bodies aren't built to enjoy it. Only men can have pleasure in it. Otherwise, it's sinful. It's how God created us."

Harry chuckled and pulled at her to bring her further back into her bed, his breeches pulling up as he moved with her and leaned himself back, her body still against him and between his legs. "My little feather-brained girl… Well, maybe you're not so feather-brained as you can read, but you've been led astray. Let your king show you the truth so you can know the mountain of pleasure you're capable of. Yes?"

She felt so exposed. Without her drawers, she had nothing to hinder his hand from sliding up her thigh to her secret little tulip. It was something she rarely even touched herself for fear of betraying God and her own body. So to feel a man's hand on her flesh, hot and searching, it had her heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack through her chest.

"I'm… I feel faint…" She placed her hands on his forearms as he helped her spread her thighs apart.

"I swear I will do no more than make you feel like a queen right now. Let me show you how delicious it is. Or shall we stop?"

He tucked his chin over her shoulder to peek down at her as he pulled her dress and he could feel her wiggling into him. She was not well-versed in the truth of biological functions, but rather, as Harry understood it, had a deeply ingrained fear of God and Anglican Christian teachings. He was not shocked to know this, as the Church of England influenced most of the ongoings of society, especially the poor with its reprehensible practices that only hindered education and growth.

Poor thing.

"Let me see your hand," he spoke quietly, turning his arm to face his palm up. Y/n slid her palm into his and he slowly pushed her hand between her legs. "I'll show you how to do it yourself. Consider it a gift."

She felt his large, warm hand over the outside of hers as he nudged her fingertips into the soft fleshy inner parts of her thigh and guided her to her private quim, tucked away under layers of fabric. He couldn't see it but he could feel the heat radiating from it.

"Take your finger and touch. Give yourself a chance to explore."

Y/n inhaled shallowly as she did what he said. He squeezed her thigh, dangerously close to where her fingers were touching herself. She'd not touched it often. A quick rub to clean or to scratch, and maybe once or twice for curiosity's sake, but never like this.

It was warm and moist and fleshy bits moved and bent away from her touch with ease. Dragging her digit up and down she only grew bolder with her exploration knowing he couldn't see her and neither could anyone else. But the sensation of what she was doing didn't falter. She was keenly aware of the illicit act and that her king was dragging his fingers so close to where she was it made her feel fuzzy and hot.

"How does it feel? Describe it."

Closing her eyes, as if somehow that would hide her shame, she opened her mouth and did her best to tell him the way she felt under her fingertips. "Like a stiff jelly. Strange… A little moist. Warm crevice that folds and splits. It's… It's difficult to say…"

"That sounds about right to me. Bring your fingers upward, to the very top of that split. What's there?"

Drawing her fingers upward she pushed her labia apart and felt her hair scattered over the outer edges of her lips and inward to a fleshy fold. "It feels much the same. I can feel the hair there, and a soft thing at the center with none."

"Press that little merry bit gently. Small circles."

She already had been. Once her digit rubbed around the space she remembered her brief investigations from before. The tingle it sent throughout her groin felt connected to her inner turmoil.

"Yes."

He smiled as he ran his fingers along her inner thigh. "Yes? Yes, what?"

She gulped her saliva and nodded. "Yes… I feel it."

"You feel it. What do you feel?"

"It's just skin and gelatin."

"It's much more than that, little mouse. That's the key to your desire. The more you press her and play with her, the more you'll feel. She'll come alive underneath your fingers. Soon, you'll be able to juice her and she'll make a mess of your fingers but you won't want to stop."

"Juice her?" Y/n blinked in confusion.

"Yes. Like a citrus. She'll gush the better she feels."

It was already feeling like something so lascivious that she had to pause before she got carried away. It felt… well it was quite nice. But it was sinful.

"You've stopped, yet you have so much more to learn. If you continue you'll see what power you possess over your own body. You can reach the agony of bliss by persisting."

The agony of bliss. Y/n knew this phrase as a fake for women. To come to bliss from meddling with her bits or participating in amorous congress was impossible! Only men could be flooded with that kind of pleasure.

"It cannot be done. I'm sure of it," she whispered and turned her face in toward his, catching the outline of his face so close to hers.

"It can be done. Don't be stubborn. Allow yourself to find the truth. Would you like me to take over for you and show you?"

"But God—"

"No more talk of God. He's not here with us. He never was." Harry reached for her fingers and pushed them back against herself, circling slowly as he spoke. "I am the one here with you now. You will seek my presence, and you will acquiesce to my will."

Slowly, she let herself relax into him and laid her head back against his shoulder as he guided her movements. She wasn't ready to confess to anyone how delightful it felt. And the more he moved her fingers around the wetter she indeed got, just as he said she would.

Harry craned his neck over her shoulder, hoping to see her wetted queam but the fabric of her dress cost him a good view. He could however see her soft thighs spread and as he leaned outward and looked at her face saw pretty parted lips and closed eyes as her chest rose and fell patterned in lust. Then he heard the smallest whimper that had him quickening his fingers and staring at the side of her face in awe.

His own bits were enlightened by the heady wetness under his fingers and soon she slid her pelvis upward and she'd let go of her finger's movements in favor of grabbing onto his forearms to let him take over. He groaned when he had full access to her cunt-lips. And the little button he'd knocked into was swollen and slick.

"You have a delightful quim, Y/n. So warm and full of life, aren't you?"

She arched her back and panted as he slid lazy fingerprints to her sex. She hadn't felt anything like it but she was both thoroughly aroused and embarrassed. Even the wetness that leaked from her was audible as Harry moved his long fingers over her crevices.

When she gasped a breath he murmured against her ear—there's my good little mouse—and he pushed himself against her for his own relief. His cock was hard, and nudging it against her backside provided him with a bit of satisfied deliverance. His bride-to-be was stubborn but she was ripe. What a pleasure to have chosen her over anyone else. It was by chance that he had seen her the day before and now he was certain that he'd been right about his selection.

(When wasn't he right?)

And oh! Y/n was sure she would be sent straight to the pit of hell for all eternity but the sudden need to see it through and know the carnal pleasure King Harry promised, overwhelmed her existence. Nothing could stop the pull of her desire to climb the mountain's peak and throw herself down into the rough and unknown valley below. Dangerous it may be, but her new willingness to gaze into the depths and explore the truth burned in her stronger than any lake of hellfire could.

He rocked against her slowly and moaned as he worked her wetness. With one hand steady, gripping at her soft thigh to hold her open, he could feel her muscles straining, shaking as she humped toward his fingers. She liked it. He knew she would. Her skin was warm and her desperate inhalations turned into mumbled nonsense.

Oh! Oh my! Fooo… Hee ooohhh…

"I want to see you let go. Come into my hand, mouse," Harry's shaky breath against her face inferred to her that he was also aroused.

Everything in her body was aching and pulsing as she writhed into his fingers for more. Her soft pearl was coated in cream, the king's fingers smeared with accurate strokes around her quim and pressed into the knob of her pleasure as temptation slid through her tummy and seeped from her.

"You're going to crave a strumming from me like this every day. And once you let me show you what it feels like to have your insides pricked and your belly tickled with my staff you'll be begging me for it."

The limn of her vision turned red and spotty and rushing blood drummed in her ears, muffling the dirty things he said to her. She could not resist the pull of her orgasm as she let out a wobbled cry. Her whole body was beating and throbbing and her insides were molten, sweet jelly.

Harry tossed his head back and parted his lips in ecstasy as he rolled his hips up and down and finally, his vital spend coated the inside of his breeches. He pumped hotly against the fabric and squeezed at her skin in his release. He flushed hot as the girl in his arms moaned and slid into his hand.

Y/n had melted into him and her legs gave out, falling flat to the bed between his thighs as she closed her eyes. She felt like an explorer. Someone who'd discovered a coveted, secret treasure that no one else had ever known. When she felt Harry's mouth against her neck she smiled in satisfaction and relief.

The shocking realization that she was still in his arms in the castle and not struck down to ash by God was almost equal to the sensation of her orgasm. Why had God not taken action upon them? Flitting her eyes open she saw a drizzle of sunlight shining over her body and Harry's as they sat on her bed, as if the sun would still rise and the day would continue to tick on as normal. As if they hadn't just participated in something so vile.

But her feelings of narrow escape turned into shameful regret when she felt his hand brushing against her skin and he grunted behind her as he moved. She shot forward and turned to look at him and found his pleasant face all flushed and at ease. How could he be so casual?

"What have I done?" She spoke to herself as she climbed away from him and smoothed her dress down to cover her legs.

Harry draped his arms across the feathered pillows and watched her with an amused expression. "What is it now?"

She got to her feet and shook her head as she spun away from the vision of the handsome man spread out on the bed she'd just been in. "We've sinned! God will find his vengeance on us soon!"

He laughed and sat up. "Does it appear to you that God cares what we just did? You are still alive and well, mouse. And I am just as healthy and whole as before."

"That doesn't mean he won't repay us with his anger."

Getting off of her bed he pulled her back into his chest and grinned as he spoke quietly.

"You are no woman of virtue, Y/n. Do not pretend you didn't enjoy yourself. The only shame you should be feeling is that you have been led to believe that your pleasure is a sin. Soon, you'll be begging me for more."

She huffed as she jerked herself away from him and stepped toward the table with the pitcher of water, placing her palms down on the wood. She heard him walking away toward her door and glanced at him as he turned before opening it.

"I'll find Phoebe to bring you your breakfast. You still need plumping."

. .

His wife-to-be could read. Harry almost couldn't believe it but she had a book on her bed that she'd been reading (naughty little thing) and he tried not to show her how surprised he was by that revelation but he was quite taken aback. Thanks to The Enlightenment, it was becoming more common for women to read but the lower classes weren't educated in that way quite yet. In truth, he couldn't have been more pleased to learn that his little mouse had some brains after all.

The middle-class proletariats and the wealthy gentry would not agree that this was a good thing. Their Christian morals led them to believe that only those of rank should have the ability. Someone poverty-stricken with the skill wouldn't know how to control their urges and read the right things. They'd balk at a woman of poverty reading just as much as they'd soon balk at the idea of Y/n being their queen. He couldn't wait to introduce Y/n and her family to the public.

The Lord Mayor had only heard that Harry had found a wife, not who the girl was just yet. He smiled as he imagined the look on his face when he met her and the family at dinner. Of course, his council would be there as well and he knew they'd have a fit over it.

"Sir, Y/n's family has arrived. They have been shown their quarters, warm baths drawn, and wardrobes ready. Dinner will be served in one hour and a half," Fred spoke. "And Y/n… Well, it seems she's unhappy with the dressings she's been given. Something about the unmentionables being too tight. She refuses to wear the appropriate clothing."

"My wife may wear whatever she pleases. If she doesn't like the underdressings then she does not need them. Tell her assistant to stop trying to force her to comply or else I'll find her a new one."

Fred quietly left the sitting room where Harry was enjoying a warm fire and a stiff gin. He'd go and help Y/n dress himself if she wasn't so squeamish around him. Though, he did enjoy their morning tryst, he knew she'd need time to get used to her new setting.

"You!" Harry spotted a worker scurrying past the room and stood from his chair.

The young man stopped and looked at the king with wide eyes as if he were in trouble. He bowed his head quickly. "My Lord."

"Whatever task you've been given, forget it. Your new duty is to go into the library and find as many smut books as you can and have them delivered to the Rose Room before the end of the day."

The man nodded. "Yes, My Lord."

. .

Y/n was as shaky as a feather as she stepped into the Great Hall with Harry by her side. Her mother and father stood quickly, followed by her sisters, and then finally her grandmother. She noted they were all washed and wearing fine clothing. Her sisters wore big grins as her mother wobbled out a sob (the woman could tend to be a bit dramatic).

They'd never seen one another dressed so nicely before. It was a new world for all of them. Her grandmother had a large pearl pin in her hair and rouge on her cheeks. Her mother's linen yellow gown looked perfectly fitted for her. Y/n's father looked regal and influential in his dark blue tailcoat and silk cravat, while her sisters were adorned in colorful muslin with full skirts.

But Y/n… All eyes were on her as she walked toward the royal table, arm tucked into Harry's. Her extravagant velvet gown was a soft green color that matched the king's eyes. The ruffled bust was nearly draped from her shoulders, her neckline on display. The skirt of the dress was full (but not as full as it would have been if she'd worn the proper gear) and there were sewn-in patterns in the shape of vines and flowers in dark green. She was a vision.

Harry's chair was pulled out first and he sat at the head of the table as Y/n sat to his right. The long table was draped in white linen cloths, topped with silver and gold platters and plates, and crystal glassware. Lavish flower centerpieces were spaced out between the covered dishes and the room smelled divine.

There were seven men that sat with them, all scrutinizing the king's pick. They'd never heard the last name of her family as it was not common in high-class society. Which could only mean that the king had not selected advantageously.

"Y/l/n… Where does that name hail from?" One of the men spoke as the servers began to plate food for everyone.

"Does it matter?" Harry barked as he shot his gaze across the table to the man who spoke out of turn.

"Of course it does. The kingdom is relying on a favorable match. And to my eye, I do not suspect these people have any clue of the standard we must uphold. We must maintain—"

"You will keep quiet about your opinion, for it does not concern you who I marry or why."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect—"

"You too will not speak on this matter." Harry raised his voice at the other man who'd chimed in. "Let us enjoy our dinner, yes? No more talk of class or agreeable matches. I am the king and I have made my choice. I'm not interested in hearing your insignificant drivel."

Y/n's carving of meat was plated before her and she nearly gasped at the spectacle. She looked up at the man who'd served it and before he could step away to carve a portion for her father who sat to her right Harry stopped him.

"Give her twice as much as the rest of us, and the fat too."

Y/n looked at the king, down to her plate, and then back at him again. "Why? I can't possibly eat—"

"You need the fat. You have been underfed for too long."

"Enjoy it, dear. The king is right," her father spoke quietly to her.

She leaned forward and looked at her mother who sat on the other side of her father and reached across to take her mother's hand as she'd begun to cry. "Don't do that, Mother. There's no need for it."

Her mother inhaled a sob and nodded. "I know. I just can't believe this is happening to us. What did we do to find ourselves in such favor? And you!" She wobbled out a shallow cry. "Who knew you'd caught the king's eye? We didn't realize he'd been courting you!"

Harry chuckled and looked at Y/n as she tried to calm her mother while her plate was piled high with meat and roasted potato. Her sisters whispered amongst themselves, discussing their outfits and the jeweled pins in their hair as the Lord Mayor sighed in displeasure.

Y/n's family was a nightmare. They were unfit for such a designation and looking at all of them The Lord Mayor was sure they were as well behaved as street dogs. Her father began eating his food before the king even took a bite of his own, the mother was sobbing like a lunatic, tears falling onto her plate, and her sisters were whispering and giggling like they were playing child's games at the royal table.

He stood from his spot, his chair sliding back and he slammed his hands down onto the table. He was provoked to finally speak his peace. "This cannot go on! What a disgrace to Thornekeep to have these commoners assigned a place amongst royalty. I will not stand for this mockery! Your father—"

"My father is dead!" Harry stood from his chair and loudly spoke over the Lord Mayor's voice. "Sit down or leave at once! You will not insult these people or I will have your head!"

"You do not have that kind of power, yo—"

"The Bloody Code says I do and I will evoke it should you say another damned word against them. Leave! All of you!" Harry pointed toward the arched opening that would lead them from the Great Hall.

The council and Y/n's family all stood up quickly. "Not you. Just the blunderbusses who think themselves worthy of their titles," Harry spoke.

The men all mumbled unintelligible things under their breath as they left their untouched food on the table and scurried away in haste. When it was just Harry and Y/n's family at the table he smiled. "Please, enjoy your supper."

The king had to admit, he quite enjoyed the liveliness of the dinner once the council and Lord Mayor were gone. Y/n's family was not trained in the usual way of the upper classes and so their etiquette was unrefined at best. They slurped and laughed and chatted like they were at a pub. Even Y/n was a messy eater as he watched her once wipe her hands on the skirt of her dress. And halfway through, the young girls were chasing each other around the table and using the linens to play hide and seek underneath.

When the dinner was finished and the family had all left the table and were taken back to their quarters Y/n's chair was pulled from behind and she stood to take Harry's arm as she looked up at him before he led them out of the Great Hall. She spotted the guard who'd taken her to her room from the evening prior and greeted him kindly.

"Good afternoon, George." She smiled at the guard.

Harry stopped and looked at his guard and down to his queen-to-be. "Do you know one another?"

Y/n nodded looking from George back up to Harry. "Yes. Last night in the library. He stood guard."

"And how do you know his first name?"

"Phoebe called him by it."

Harry looked at his guard, releasing Y/n's arm as he stepped forward. "And what do you think of my wife-to-be? Dashing isn't she?"

George flicked his sight to Y/n before fixing it to Harry. "My Lord, she'll be suitable for the kingdom."

"No, she won't, which is why I picked her. But tell me. Did you see the books she selected?"

"No, sir."

Harry let his shoulders relax as he looked down at Y/n and pulled his arm around her back, clutching at her hip. "Your assistant introduced you to him? Why is that?"

She didn't understand the inquisition at first. "Because Phoebe was tired and I told her she could return to her room to rest. She asked George if he could help me back to my room after I was finished."

The edge of his mouth flitted up before it dropped back into place. "Is that so? You two were alone in the library?"

Y/n looked from George to Harry, suddenly realizing her error. "Well, only for a bit. I sent Phoebe away. It was quick. And then I went to my room. Nothing mo—"

"Did you invite him into your room as well?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Do not raise your voice at me," he snapped.

"Sorry," she whispered and looked downward.

"Did he touch you?"

"No, My Lord."

"I'd wager he wanted to. Isn't that right, George? Pretty thing such as this can be quite tempting when the night has come. Have yourself a good look at the future queen, then?"

"No, sir."

Harry looked at Y/n and she felt his cold demeanor pouring icy down her frame as he grasped the nape of her neck. "Why not have a gander now, George? Don't be timid. Go on. Look at her. The curve of her neck and soft cheeks arouse thoughts of youth and beauty. The way her chest rises heavily under such scrutiny is quite stimulating to the eye, is it not?"

Y/n swallowed and kept her sight forward on the silk flock wallpaper as Harry held her still. The moment was unpleasant with Harry scrutinizing and intimidating his guard. George remained silent as her heart rate ramped up wildly.

"You're not even looking at her. Why is that? Is it because you're only bold enough to glimpse at what's mine when I'm not in party? While I was sleeping in my chambers my wife-to-be was alone with the night guard. Look at her."

She tried to pry away from Harry's hold and scowled at him for his rough behavior with George. George hadn't done anything wrong at all and yet here the king was, berating him and acting like a foolish cracked twat.

The guard hesitantly looked at Y/n, keeping his eyes above the line of her neck as he remained silent.

"What do you see? Hmm?" Harry practically snarled.

"Sir, I see your bride-to-be."

"That's right. Mine. Your station will be with the front guards from now on. You are not to approach her or talk to her ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Do not punish him! He did nothing wrong!" Y/n balked and once again, tried pulling herself from Harry's grip.

Harry squinted down at her and scoffed. "If I say he did something wrong, then he did." He released her arm, making her tumble back a few steps as he looked at Phoebe. "Take her to her room. Do not let her come back out for the night."

"You're awful!" Y/n bellowed at him. She'd had such a wonderful dinner with her family and even began to feel warmth from the king as he'd stood up for her family with such fervour when they'd been insulted by the council.

Harry merely let out an annoyed laugh at her as he looked back at George. "Tell Niall he's been promoted to your position and send him here to set up. Go at once."

If there was one thing she'd learned about the king in her short time knowing him, it was that he both infuriated and confused her to her core. And there was the matter of the way he aroused her curiosity as well, but that was a thought for another day. Because at that moment, she wanted to strike his pretty face with her fist as hard as she could muster.

When Phoebe opened the door to her room she flung herself inside and began to pull at her dress as tears worked their way down her cheeks. "I hate him! I hate him!"

"He can be quite crude at times," Phoebe offered.

"He's awful! I will… I will…" She balled her fists and shrieked loudly as she bristled in anger. "I will not marry such a devil."

"Here, let me help you," Phoebe reached for her gown and worked the buttons at the back to allow her to finally pull it off, leaving her in only her chemise and drawers. "Better?"

Y/n nodded and rubbed at her face. "Yes, thank you." She breathed and sat down on the chair near her fireplace. "I need to be by myself, I think. Will you come back in an hour? Please?"

Phoebe smiled softly. "Of course. Whatever you like. I'll return in one hour."

The silence of the room surrounded her as she closed her eyes and laid back into the chair to breathe and to think. She wasn't used to the ways of the upper class and she certainly wasn't used to being bossed around as the king did to her and to everyone else. But, she could admit, she enjoyed the lavish things around her. Her bed in particular was of note.

She looked toward the perfectly made, pillowy cloud across the room and sat up quickly when she saw a basket on the floor next to it. She hadn't seen it before. Standing from the chair, she walked toward it, assessing the contents, and realized it was full of books!

Plucking one of the bindings up to inspect she inhaled softly when she realized what kind of book it was. Flipping through the pages she smiled and then looked down at the basket again and bent to see another book of smut and then another, and yet another.

She sat at the edge of her bed and stared toward her fireplace. There was no question to her who'd sent the books for her. Phoebe, could not only not read but wouldn't dare do such a thing. The only other person who knew about the smut book she'd gotten from the library was the same man she wished to give a thorough thrashing to.

The king, Harry Styles, had sent a basket of books to her room. And Y/n wasn't sure how that made her feel. She wanted to hold onto her rage for a while longer but as she pulled herself into her bed and opened up one of the books to read, she felt a sliver of her anger disintegrate. Perhaps things weren't perfect, but certainly, anyone would agree, it was much better than sitting out in the cold seeking small kindnesses from strangers who thought her no better than a street dog.

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[lavenderprose]

At some point, for some reason, Rook had misinterpreted the term 'letters'.

Perhaps it was because Bellara had said it so breathlessly--though Bellara says lots of things breathlessly, given she speaks at about the speed of magic itself. Perhaps it was the smile she'd used when she said 'the Professor'. But Bellara smiles most of the time. In the end it doesn't matter how it happened. The result was the same: Rook heard Bellara talk about these letters, this necromancer she was writing to, and figured they were passing love letters. Odd, very lingo-heavy love letters that contained a lot of side conversation about magical artifacts and the stability of the Veil, but love letters nonetheless.

Rook meets Emmrich and hears him call Bellara 'dear' and knows it must be true. Rook also meets Emmrich and wants to climb him like a tree, but she's always been into that kind of academic, willowy, never-met-the-sun kind of look. Necromancers. Rook's always been into necromancers. She is one. It's pretty normal.

"You must be excited to finally meet him in person," Rook says to Bellara while they're following Emmrich through the Shrouded Halls. Emmrich extols the wonder of life and death in between completely demolishing Venatori in a way that feels bone-shatteringly powerful.

"Oh yeah," Bellara says, and grins. "Arlathan is pretty far from Nevarra, so I didn't think we'd ever actually meet, but it's pretty cool that we did! Professor Emmrich is really knowledgeable, not just about the Fade, but music and art and--"

"Hmm neat!" Rook says, instead of Alright girl keep it in your pants because she actually really likes Bellara and she can't blame her. Emmrich Volkarin is six-foot-three, hazel-eyed and has a voice like candlelit red wine. He'd be a dream come true for any young mage with a little too much to say and a few too many nights alone in their recent past.

Of which there are two in the room.

Anyway.

It's not a big deal. The others don't really seem fussed over the fact that Bellara has brought her sneaky link into the fold and Emmrich is bonkers capable, so it doesn't really matter whether or not he's sourced from some horny letters. He also comes highly recommended from the Mourn Watch, and that's enough for Rook.

They keep things pretty subtle too. Rook never sees them kiss or even really touch, and Bellara seems too busy with the archive spirit to do much other than tinker with it outside of missions. Emmrich always seems to have something to be doing as well. If anything, he seems to spend more time with Rook than Bellara--and this is the source of the issue.

The spark of attraction in the Necropolis grows to nothing short of a blazing inferno. Emmrich invites Rook to the Memorial Gardens, performs the rituals with her, calls her recitation of the rites masterful. He takes her arm in the crook of his own as they walk the paths. He finds her in the kitchen in the evenings and sits next to her, legs crossed in that neat and proper way, and she sits there and lets the heat of his thigh burn into hers until she has to get up and go find something to occupy her hands. He does everything short of lay his jacket over puddles for her like some prince in a storybook--though even that, she wouldn't put past him. She sees him staring at her during a soaking downpour in Minrathous one time, but it's always raining in Minrathous.

Jealousy is an insidious emotion that the Mourn Watch warns against specifically. It will make a monster of the most benevolent, if it takes hold. Rook struggles not to let it. This gets harder and harder, the more time she spends in Emmrich's company and the more he seeks her out. He'll say, "I'm so pleased to have a fellow Watcher to talk to, Rook," and she'll smile and pretend she isn't actively resisting the urge to stare at his lips. He'll say, "I am continually impressed by your keen skills of observation, my dear" and she'll only be capable of nodding because she's trying to clear a daydream from her head. Something about him and one of the geothermal underground pools in the Necropolis and a mysteriously disappearing set of clothing. He'll say, "I find myself continually waiting for the next time we'll have one of our chats, Rook--they're becoming something I find great comfort in," and Rook won't even hear what he's saying, because she's trying so hard to shove him, the concept of him, into a little box in her head labeled Bellara's--Do Not Touch.

It gets a little ridiculous. She stops taking them on missions together, because the sound of them chattering on about Fade harmonics behind her makes her want to absolutely chew glass. On the off chance she sees one of them come out of the other's room, which does not happen very often at all but has, on a handful of occasions, she'll turn herself around and sit herself down on Solas' stupid fuck-ugly green meditation couch until she feels a little less like her head is going to pop off. One time, she falls asleep while doing this and has to deal with a particularly weird conversation with Solas where she's too keyed up to do much more than grunt along to his typical long-winded pontification and he ends the conversation with something along the lines of, "Perhaps you should reexamine some details of your situation that you have taken as fact. You may find them not so."

"Could you just say something that's not buried under five layers of innuendo," Rook thinks, and unfortunately also says out loud, because she's not actually allowed to think just in her head in these Solas-dreams. He scowls at her and rolls his eyes. They're both doing the Fade-space equivalent of blowing raspberries at each other by the time she wakes up.

It all comes to a head in Arlathan, because they've camped with the Veil Jumpers for the night and Rook needs to ask Bellara a question. She thinks nothing of whipping open the flap to Bellara's tent, because Bellara is almost always awake until the stars have been overhead for hours and Emmrich--who was obliged to come along, just this once, because they're in Arlathan specifically for haunting-related reasons--is visible across the camp, wiggling carrots through the bars of Gus the Nug's cage. There is a small, tender smile on his face as he listens to the nug snort and whuffle. Rook suddenly remembers the story about the pig he used to hug as a kid, and then her heart jumps a little, and--

Well, anyway, there shouldn't be a reason not to let herself into Bellara's tent.

There is, in fact, a reason not to let herself into Bellara's tent.

That reason is named Irelin, whose body Rook now knows about in much more expansive detail than she did a few minutes ago. Bellara's too, though most of that was covered by--well, by Irelin.

"Maker!" they all three scream in unison, and Rook all but sommersaults back out of the tent.

"Sorry," she yells through the flap. "Sor--sorry, I didn't--"

"It's fiiine," Bellara yells back. Her head pokes through after a minute. Her hair is down and disappears somewhere back inside the tent. She looks like an almost completely different person with it framing her face like that. "Hey, um--you could, like...knock next time? I mean, I know you can't really knock on a tent--"

"Everything alright over here?" Emmrich has appeared, and Rook's tongue seems to grow three sizes in her mouth.

Oh shit! is all her brain will supply, so she doesn't really respond. She thinks she's willing enough to respect Girl Code, such as it is, that she won't tell Emmrich about the whole Irelin thing. Because maybe that's how their relationship works, or maybe Emmrich already knows, or maybe it's none of her business--

Or maybe something really weird is happening, because Bellara looks at Emmrich and her expression does nothing but get a little more annoyed, and she sighs, "It's fine. No worries, Professor. Just, could you guys--y'know, privacy?"

Then Irelin makes a noise from inside the tent, and it's pretty clear at that point what's just happened, but Emmrich just blushes a little and says, "Ah," and then wraps his hand around Rook's arm and leads her away, back towards the cage with Gus.

"Okay," Rook says, as Gus sniffs her boot on the off chance it contains carrots. "That was weird."

"I fear there are bound to be clashes when multiple cultures blend, my dear," Emmrich tells her, a low murmur directly into her ear. "We in Nevarra, especially amongst the Mourn Watch, are slightly more--shall we say, open? Don't take it personally that Bellara withheld the information of her liaison with Irelin. I don't think it was done maliciously."

"No, I mean--why aren't you--upset?"

Emmrich's brows furrow. "Whyever would I be upset? I'm hardly a prude, Rook. These are difficult times, and any small piece of comfort one can find should be readily taken. A tent in the middle of a busy camp is an...interesting location, but I understand our dear Bellara has history with Irelin, and should the object of my affections be willing--"

"No, no, I mean--you're not--are you okay with this? You and Bellara have some kind of..." Rook scrambles about for an accurate word. "Agreement? About this kind of stuff?"

Emmrich's eyebrows do an odd, fluttery sort of thing that reminds Rook of a puppet she once saw being manipulated by a group of playful wisps. Sort of like his face is trying to show half a dozen emotions at once.

"Why on earth would Bellara and I have ever spoken about her sex life," he says flatly, and far more bluntly than Rook is used to him being. Heat floods her body as she realizes that she has, somewhere along the way, wildly misunderstood something.

"I," says Rook, "have made a mistake."

"Rook," he says, with a voice like he's trying to diffuse a spell primed to explode, "Darling. If you thought Bellara and I were involved, would you mind enlightening me exactly as to...what you think my intentions were when I took you to the Memorial Gardens."

Rook wonders if Gus the nug could be persuaded to eat her whole.

"Enrichment?" she mutters.

"Enrichment," Emmrich sighs under his breath.

There is a long, gravid beat of silence.

"That clearing we passed earlier," Rook mumbles under her breath, once the world is done tilting on its axis. "Looked enriching."

"Quite," Emmrich says promptly. He grabs her by the hand and only grins a little when she releases a frantic, giddy giggle as he pulls her away from the camp.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic June 15 - prompt 15: Drawbridge [word count 703]

Slowly, deliberately, Sirius licked from Remus's collarbone up to the side of his jaw, smiling as he felt his boyfriend shiver in his arms.

"Pads... Please," Remus's voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Yes, my love?"

"Not here... Someone might see us."

"Don't worry," Sirius nipped at Remus's earlobe. "We're safe, this is the perfect hiding spot."

It was true. Everyone knew that when summer was approaching the small alcoves at the sides of the stone bridge leading to Hogwarts' main entrance were the ideal place to go with your crush or lover. They were secluded and dark enough that no one passing the bridge could see inside, and they always had that cool temperature useful when you were getting hot. Sirius had often wondered if whoever magically built the stone bridge to replace Hogwarts' old wooden drawbridge had imagined those alcoves expressly for snogging students.

"Are you sure?" Remus asked.

"We won't go in detail about why but yes, I'm sure."

Sirius quickly moved up Remus's jaw to properly kiss him and he felt him relax in his arms, his hands moving up and tugging at his hair in the exact way he loved.

"You know if you keep it up like this I'm gonna have to do more than just snog you senseless," he murmured against his lips.

"Oh yeah?" Remus smirked, his pupils wide. "Like what?"

"Like taking advantage of this place to hear how prettily you can make my name echo."

"Fuck, Sirius..."

There was an echo. They both froze as the bridge almost vibrated with an amplified echo of Fuck, Sirius... They stared at each other, as suddenly the bridge started echoing again, very, very loud.

Not so cheeky now, McKinnon?

Never thought you'd look so good on your knees, baby...

I don't give a fuck about marks, just don't stop!

I'm sure my dorm is empty, please let me get you into bed, love, I'm begging here.

"All of you. Come out now."

McGonagall's sharp voice cut through the echoes, silencing them.

"You said..." Remus started, glaring at Sirius.

"I know!" Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I honestly don't care who you're with or what you're doing, even if I ask you to make yourselves decent before coming here," McGonagall continued. "But all of you are out of bounds past curfew."

Remus sighed and Sirius followed him on the bridge proper, slowly walking up to their professor who had her arms crossed and a stony expression.

"Black, of couse," she sighed as they stopped in front of her. "I'd be grateful if you didn't take my prefects down your undisciplined road."

"You wound me, Professor," Sirius pouted.

"Five points from Gryffindor," McGonagall rolled her eyes. "And five for you as well, Lupin."

"Sorry, Professor," Remus muttered, his cheeks still flushed.

As they walked towards the main entrance, Sirius listened in, curious to hear who else had been caught in awkward positions by the implacable Head of Gryffindor House.

"Five points from Slytherin, Meadowes, and five from Gryffindor, McKinnon. You are both Quidditch players, you should be in bed asleep at this hour the day before a match."

"We were fraternising with the enemy, Professor!" came Marlene's laughter.

"Rosier, Crouch, five points from Slytherin each and I will be confiscating those handcuffs, thank you."

Sniggers echoed along the bridge.

"Evans. I was not expecting you here. Five points from Gryffindor, and five for you too MacDonald."

"Sorry, Professor," Lily's voice was contrite.

"Black."

Sirius stopped walking, about to whirl around and protest he had already had points taken.

"Five points from Slytherin, you should know better than to entertain the Gryffindor captain this late when you'll both be on the field tomorrow."

Sirius's mouth dropped open as he turned to look at the slim silhouette of his brother standing in front of McGonagall, the very familiar and taller one of James right by his side, an arm slung over his shoulders.

"And five points from Gryffindor, Potter. I won't tolerate any yawning during the match, I'm warning you."

"Sorry Professor, I'm actually too happy to apologise," James grinned.

The next thing the bridge echoed with was Sirius's shout.

"PRONGS WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING WITH MY BROTHER?!"

[irithiadourden]

Come back home

Pairing: AzRis x f!reader

Summary: You decided to ignore Azriel and went on that mission alone, knowing that there was a chance it could go wrong. A furious Azriel takes you to the Forest House where Eris heals your wounds. There is a moment when things seem to look very bad, but fate has other plans for the three of you.

Words: 1,081

Warnings: A little bit of angst? mentions of blood.

Day 3 of @sjmxreaderweek Fate

N/A: This is my first time writing this style of fic (characters x reader), so have mercy.

Div by @olenvasynyt ❤️

As Azriel carefully deposited you on an unfamiliar bed, it didn't take you long to realise that you weren't in the Night Court, especially when Autumn's High Lord appeared at your side with the same desperate look on his face as the Shadowsinger.

"She's lost a lot of blood, she has a deep cut on her thigh and several serious bruises on the rest of her body."

Eris wasted no time in answering him, instead approaching your almost motionless form on the now crimson stained sheets. His hands were quick and methodical as he moved over the points Azriel had indicated, healing and using magic to mend skin, muscle and internal wounds. The look of concentration did little to hide the panic and worry that could be seen in his amber eyes.

Being so close, a little dizzy and with the adrenaline starting to drain from your system, you couldn't help but think back to what you had buried a few years ago. As Azriel's right hand, one of his most trusted spies, personally trained by him, you had been in direct contact with Eris on more than one occasion, especially when the Koschei problem had arisen.

At first, each meeting had been tense and left you in a terrible mood, but over time you had begun to look forward to seeing him again. Sometimes you had wondered if he felt it too, the lingering tension between the two of you, but when the mate bond had snapped for him and Azriel, you automatically dismissed any possibility. Azriel was your friend .... and so much more, a person you loved and trusted blindly, the thought of betraying him in any way was unfathomable.

"Hey, you need to stay awake." Eris's deep, rich voice was like a caress. But it wasn't your fault that sleep made your eyelids flutter.

Azriel hadn't said a word since he'd put you there and told Eris where to find your wounds so he could heal you. It didn't take a genius to know that his anger was about to erupt. Swallowing hard, you used what little breath you had left to blurt out to him in an almost inaudible tone.

"I'm sorry."

That seemed to break something in him, for his stoic expression was wiped away, replaced by one of fear. In a second, his scarred hands were on your face. "Do you have any idea how terrified I was when I found out you disobeyed a direct order and went there anyway?"

You barely smiled. It was dangerous, but someone had to do it. And you were less important. You could sacrifice yourself to buy them time.

You wanted to tell him again that you were sorry, even if it was a lie, to try and wipe the despair and pain from his eyes. But you couldn't.

Eris had said something out loud, sounding worried, practically screaming.

Your eyes closed for a second, just long enough to rest. Azriel was still holding your face, and you were almost sure he was repeating your name.

The place you were in was dark, too dark even for a creature of the night like you. You were used to starry skies and snow covered peaks, to the fire that softened the freezing nights when you were out on a mission and far away. This thick blackness was just that, an emptiness that made you feel so lonely you wanted to cry. You wanted to wake up again to see Eris, to thank him for healing you. You wanted to tell Azriel that you had valuable information, that it had been worth the pain, just to take the weight off his shoulders.

But the darkness whispered, pushing you further and further away.

For an instant, you were completely filled with regret. You could not believe that you would never again be able to see the smile on Eris's face as his smokehounds greeted you. You couldn't understand the injustice of knowing that you would never wake up again to enjoy the feeling of flying, safe in Azriel's arms.

It was then, as you began to drown in the darkness, that two bright golden stars appeared in the middle of the threatening night. They were so beautiful, dancing as if to show you the way back. You decided to follow them because you wanted to return to the light. You wished to open your eyes and desperately tried to hold on to the warmth they made you feel, a sensation that enveloped your soul.

"Our mate," the two males holding your body whispered, their faces showing the surprise of this revelation.

It took you a moment to understand, to come to your senses. But then you realised what they meant. You could feel it, the golden thread that wrapped around your heart, bonding you not only to Azriel, but to Eris as well. And you could also sense the connection between them. You were so confused that you were not sure if you were breathing.

It was the lips of the High Lord that anchored you to reality, as ardent as the fire that ran through his veins. And then, while Eris embraced you, trembling slightly as if still too moved by the news, Azriel kissed you with all the love and anger of what had just happened. You felt his apprehension, his relief, the deep love that was there, which now gave rise to no guilt or doubt.

That evening, the two of them took it upon themselves to stay awake and take care of you. They wouldn't let you fall asleep for a few hours just to be sure, as if fear wouldn't allow them to be away from you for even a second until they were sure you were totally okay. There were so many questions to answer, so much to say, but that could wait until the next day.

Right now, as exhaustion finally took its toll, all you could do was smile, incredibly happy and blessed, for while Azriel embraced you from behind, wrapping his wings around you and Eris, Eris had settled his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat to lull him to sleep.

These two males, your mates... you could only thank the Mother and Fate for allowing you to return to them. You had no intention of letting them go, just as they had shown you with every word and gesture that they would not let you go either.

[mosswiind]

RANKING THE VEILGUARD COMPANIONS AS SPICY PARTNERS

This is definitively correct and I will not be accepting feedback.

In seventh and last place, we have our sweet boy Lucanis.

He's so into you. Spite is at least the same amount of into you. Lucanis though, is wildly inexperienced. Dude blacked out seeing Rook of any gender without a top on. A single titty would put this man in the hospital.

As a person who has slept with a lot of people, enthusiasm does not always compensate for skill. Lucanis would be very sweet, and apologizing because this has literally never happened to him before.

In sixth, we have Bellara.

Bellara is wonderful! But, similar to Lucanis, she's pretty inexperienced, and not in a position to acquire more experience without Rook’s involvement. She did date Irelin, but Irelin also doesn't give "exciting spicy partner" vibes. I feel like she would be enthusiastic about figuring out what you both like! It would just take some time to get there. She would also be very open to using magical aids. Electrical magic? Hell yeah.

She's also absolutely a bottom and if that's a consideration for you, she would be very good at it.

In fifth, we have Harding.

Harding is one long conversation away from being down for some Actual Freak Shit. She's already down, she just doesn't know what to ask for.

HOWEVER. Harding has precisely zero game, so it may feel a little silly while y'all figure your stuff out.

It will be good, it will also be clumsy and sweet.

In fourth, Taash.

Taash is similar to Harding, but has more sexual experience. They are also a confirmed top. Those are rare! They are coded to feel like they're in their early twenties, and extremely athletic, so stamina would not at any point be an issue. I've seen some comments that their bluntness would be bad for dirty talk/having game - those people didn't have to take a minute to do some deep breathing after the Taamlok scene, and also do not have taste. Taash will break you in half in a good way. Taash is a capital T Top and honestly, I respect it.

In third, Davrin.

Davrin, in a different group, would be the top pick. He's cocky, confident, has game for days. He's not a snack, he's a meal, and he is very aware of that. In my experience, banging Extremely Hot Dudes can go one of two ways; it's either sex you will wake up thinking about ten years later, or it will be like, extremely mid. I have faith in his ability. He is also a top, but I feel like he would also be into another top so there's a Fight (America's Next Top Model theme plays).

Thrill of the chase, indeed.

In second, Emmrich.

I know Emmrich is a canonical sex god. I know a bunch of y'all are extremely horny for Dr. Hose Goat. He caught me on the back foot a couple of times.

I also understand that this is a community that is very into Hot Authority Figures Who Remind You To Drink Water. There's a top shortage. I know what you people are like. I get it.

In first, it's the internet's wife, Neve Gallus.

Neve reads people for a living. She's also hot, emotionally unavailable, and would rather make out than acknowledge she has Actual Human Feelings. She's so locked into everything going on around her that she knows what you want before you do.

She's also creative at problem solving - no good surface? No problem. Just...not her desk, probably. There's a lot of notes to get displaced, and she has a hard enough time with the wisps. She will not allow your dumb ass to be too horny for organization.

Also - frost magic for you sensory seekers, and the ability to slow down time. I feel like we're all on the same page about the possibilities.

Your brain will melt out of your ears. You will not be able to stand. For days, potentially.

She's also a switch, depending on the vibes presented.

Emotionally unavailable romantics will ruin your life.

[yuurei20]

I just finished the new chapter drop on EN and may I ask why Idia freaks out about Ortho (robot) calling him by name?

Doesn't everybody except Malleus call him Idia? When Ortho (robot) shows up in the dream world he even has this line "And why are you calling me Idia...?"

He doesn't know who Ortho (robot) is, right? So why WOULDN'T he be called Idia? Or am I missing something?

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! 💀🤖

This is just a theory, but I think maybe what has happened is this! ↓

We know from Yana's interview that the story is complete and that she is not the only one who knows what is going on:

"The full main plot that I was to share with Disney seemed linear and uninteresting, so I submitted character details and sub-plots at the same time." - Toboso Yana (2023 Apple Store Interview)

But it is possible that Aniplex USA are not in the know 👀

The English-language translators can only work with what they have, and it's possible they haven't been told what points are going to be recurring, etc., so changes that they make to the localization that would be innocuous in any other situation are turning out to be important later on--and we have seen this before, also with Idia!

Idia has a line of "Leave it to your big bro (nii-chan)," which is extremely important.

We see that he used to say it to human-Ortho when they were children, and it uses the nii-chan variation of "big brother," not robot-Ortho's "nii-san"!

Every time Idia says it, he is invoking human-ortho.

But it seems Aniplex USA might not have known this about the character until the same time as the rest of us: when they got to Book 6.

As a result there are earlier instances (Book 5 and Ortho's ceremonial robes vignette) where Idia says his oft-repeated line and it was either rewritten or just removed entirely from EN.

And this is possibly what has happened with Ortho's "nii-san"!

While robot-Ortho has been programmed to refer to Idia as "nii-san" (and chooses to continue doing so for himself after Book 6), human-Ortho would use "nii-chan," in what seems like a throwaway character detail that is actually so important it was practically a plot point in Book 6.

More here:

That is what confuses Idia in Book 7! A humanoid he doesn't know has appeared calling him "nii-san," which no one has ever called him before.

But Aniplex USA possibly didn't know how important this was going to be! Ortho was localized to say "Idia" every time he says "nii-san," so that is what this scene became: Idia wondering why someone is doing what everyone does (call him "Idia"), possibly making it seem odd that it bothers him.

And unfortunately for the poor translators this just kept repeating in this chapter!

Originally Idia is confused by the three different entities all calling him "brother," but on EN he is just wondering why he is being called his name (which EN itself established as the status quo).

And that is why it seems that Idia is confused by someone referring to him in the same way that most all the characters do ^^

It is possible that the translators don't know where the story is going and are just doing the best with what they have, ending up in curious situations as new content is released that compromises changes they have made, catching them by surprise!

And we have seen this happen before, with the word "imagination:"

In a line that was retained on EN Ortho explains to Malleus himself, “Magic is powered by imagination, so you can’t manifest or defend against what you don’t know."

Silver suggests this about Malleus as well when wondering why it is that Malleus cannot interfere in Lilia’s dream, and connecting it to how Lilia’s dream is from before Malleus was born: “The source of magic is imagination. What if Malleus has trouble controlling things he doesn’t know about and can’t imagine…?”

The concept of imagination powering magic is a significant plot point throughout all of Book 7, not only due to it being one of Malleus’ rare weaknesses but because it is the basis for the construction of the dreamscapes that trap the rest of the cast.

Idia repeatedly comments on how the strength or weakness of a person’s imagination directly influences the depth of their worlds and the likelihood of awakening them, and in the original game it is a concept that was established as early as Book 1.

On EN, however, the word “imagination” was removed until Book 6, which is possibly when Aniplex USA received the scripts for Book 7 realized that it was important?

(I also wonder if that is what has happened with Ace and Epel having their dialogue changed from “Housewarden” to “Headmage.” Did Aniplex USA not know the significance of these two characters having issues with their housewardens, and decide on their own that Crowley made more sense?)

And this has just happened again with the newest chapter release on JP.

In Trey’s dorm vignette he originally explains that when Riddle’s mother discovered him at her house, she lectured Trey’s entire family for five hours, in a scene that was faithfully recreated in the Heartslabyul manga. This history with Riddle was changed on EN to Trey getting lectured by his own family, instead.

Unfortunately for EN, this experience between Trey, his family and Riddle’s mother was just confirmed in the main story.

He explains it happened when he and Chenya were 9 or 10 years old, with Cater providing the details that his mother scolded Trey’s family for five hours, as Cater was the person Trey was talking to in his vignette and he has already heard the story.

It will be interesting to see if EN attempts to change the characters’ backgrounds again to match the changes made to Trey’s vignette, or if they will be glossing over their own changes to stay accurate to the actual story.

[baphometsss]

Sometimes, the lack of romance actually benefits characters more than the alternative. There's a whole host of reasons why I think this can be the right narrative choice, but I need to be clear first in saying that I don't think romance is bad, or inherently reductive, or anything like that. Romance can be incredibly powerful and profound and make a story better, if it's done well. It's just that sometimes, adding this particular dynamic to a relationship does more harm than good. It's kind of a very broad issue, but I'm using Solas and Mythal as a jumping off point for why I think that is.

The problem with turning their relationship into a romantic love story is that it takes it in a direction which is reductive, and overly simplistic, not just for their relationship but for the two as individual characters. We are told that it's a very old, very profound bond that was marred by narcissism, pride, trauma, betrayal, magical bullshit, and myriad other issues. It's underpinned by an overwhelming devotion that to some reads as romantic. Yet this misses the point and demystifies a relationship steeped in gorgeous lore, one rooted in a state of existence that is described in canon as inherently asexual and aromantic. The story is made more profound in every way by that relationship not being romantic, especially in the context of all the lore surrounding their origins.

For example, Mythal is described as being charismatic and beloved by her people. Even though we know she wasn't as kind as she's made out to be because some of the shit she did was pretty fucking heinous. Nevertheless, the sentinels spent an eternity protecting her temple. Abelas changed his name when she died. He leaves once the Well has been drunk from, and never drank from it himself. In 'memories of a duet', she is described as having followers who are 'mindlessly devoted' to her. The point is, Solas is not the only one who was devoted to her. She was obviously extremely charismatic and powerful, even if she didn't actually live up to her hype, or had motivations that were not so kind. This is because she was benevolent in comparison to the other Evanuris, who were tyrants.

The problem with Mythal as a love interest begins with the fact that she lacks a lot of autonomy in the story already. We don't get to see much of her that isn't coming through some kind of filter, whether that's Solas, Flemeth, Morrigan, or from other ancient elves. She gets two opportunities to speak directly (in optional content no less) and that's it. I get that she's dead, but I think she suffers for the narrative choices they made in dealing with her remains. There's far too many people telling us about her and not enough opportunities to talk to her directly. Needless to say, she does not pass the Bechdel test.

Adding a romantic bent to hers and Solas's relationship only makes this worse. She doesn't benefit from it at all; you could argue that Solas does, but it's not all about him. She suffers because she's secondary to Solas when she should've been the main big bad; she should've had some narrative thread that didn't revolve around a man. We know she loves Solas, as her Crossroads fragment says so to a Qunari Rook; yet the love comparison that's being made there is actually to Shathaan and Taash, who are mother and child. Once again, we have a female character who is being reduced to either a bride or a mother by the story. No wonder she abuses those roles, as wife to Elgar'nan and all-mother to the elves. No wonder she turns into a dragon for fun. It's the only way she gets any autonomy. All she wanted, I would argue, was to preserve Benevolence in the world so she would not lose her original purpose when it became lost to Elgar'nan's Tyranny.

For Solas, we know he never wanted to be a person. He was peacefully semi-existing in the Fade, reflecting Wisdom as he was made to do. He connects as a spirit for most of his existence. One of the reasons he's bad at relationships with others is because he doesn't know how to connect as a person in the way they do. He only knows how to connect as a spirit. A romance with the Inquisitor, like the friendships he forms in Inquisition, are made more profound by the fact that he is only able to connect like that specifically because they are not, with the exception of Cole, spirits, and he is hiding his spirit origin from them. Cole is his comfort zone; it's part of why he's against making him more human--without Cole being spirit-natured, he's forced to connect with him like a person.

It's here that I think Trick was spot on when they said that you can only appreciate Solas's character in Inquisition fully if you romance him; in the romance, he is able to connect as a person and a spirit for the first time without sacrificing any part of himself. A romanced Lavellan loves him for who he chooses to be, who he wants to be, who he always wanted to be, and by Trespasser and Veilguard, for a whole lot more than that too. He himself says he doesnt want them to see what he becomes, which I think is partially true; he knows it will get ugly and he doesn't want them to see that side to him. It breaks his heart when they say 'I never thought of you as someone who would do that.' Lavellan reflects his best qualities, everything he loves, that is why she is literally his heart, and he can't bear to lose one of these final reflections of who he truly is. In Veilguard, Lavellan accurately points out that it's also because he knows that, with more time, they'd be able to make him give up his plans, like he almost did already. Ironically, it's only through this process of trying to restore the world of spirits that he too becomes more like a person.

Turning all these bonds into the second time all of this has happened to him does make his story in DAI less compelling. Solas never having been in love, never having been able to connect with non-spirits easily, is what all this change hinges on. Especially considering how close he came to abandoning his plans and doing what he wanted, which was to stay with his lover and friends. Quite simply, it does not make sense without it having been the first time he'd been in love, or bonded with non-spirits and come to appreciate personhood fully, because he'd never have risked falling in love or befriending anyone if he'd known. He himself says he tried not to.

Of course, it's mixed up with his feelings around personhood that defined many of his conflicts with Mythal. His relationship with Mythal, from his end, is largely underpinned by a yearning to return to a simpler time, when they were both spirits semi-existing in the Fade. No doubt Solas had many friends like her in the beginning; he is described as being very beloved by the spirits. His friends are all spirits with a 'shared heart'. Many of them were likely killed in the war, or given bodies and changed until he didn't recognise them anymore while he struggled with his own nature. It's what makes Solas's character so tragic.

So Mythal and Solas have this bond formed in something deeply primordial; I still really like my siphonophore analogy. They're fragments of a much larger cosmic body, children or fragments of the Maker. There's something very cosmically horrific about this; it quite literally cannot be compared to anything because we, the player, have no reference point for this. Spirits are meant to be weird and inhuman. They're meant to be abstract and difficult to understand. It's what makes them so damn cool.

So I think, no matter how hard some people try to spin the romance angle, it always comes off as reductive and frankly boring for them, not just because everything else we have is so much more interesting without it, but because romance inevitably eclipses everything else. People start to put them in neat little boxes--highly gendered boxes too. Furthermore, once sex and romance are involved, it becomes the motivating factor in every little interaction, intentionally or not. It doesn't have to, but few people are good enough at writing romance to avoid doing this. Either the devs were aware of this and this is partly why they avoided going down that road with Solas and Mythal--like they abandoned the apparently intended path of Solas being under a geas--or they just couldn't figure out a way of including a romance there without letting it eclipse everything else. So it's not canon. It's just vague, which I think they lean on far too heavily, but that's a different matter.

This isn't meta about shipping, but I do think that this is why shipping can be detrimental to enjoying a piece of media. Shipping is fun, but it very quickly becomes repetitive. I don't know how many times I've seen the same tropes thrown around in fandom again and again. People sometimes twist characters so much to fit a ship that they lose what the character was originally about, and this can be annoying when you love a character and the lore so much.

Considering how poor fandom can be at reading the actual content, it doesn't surprise me that some people choose to interpret it in the most simplistic and demystified way possible.

THAT SAID I do have another post in my drafts about how mysteriously Solas and Lavellan's relationship is portrayed in DATV, but that's kind of in a very different vein and I'm not done with it yet. I still need to mull it over a little more.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

For @water-blue 's request!! (Mb I lost the previous draft)

🪽Heart of compassion, loyalty🪽

Gender Neutral

Summary: You are Loud and boisterous, yet you are kind, caring and incredibly loyal. Sometimes you say things as a slip-up, but you've always apologized first, you were even willing to help those even if they're cruel, you were forgiving, willing to understand others, and even stand your ground if things were too much for you. Don't worry, no one is going to take your heart of gold for granted.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Vil Scheonheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Genre: platonic or Romantic nothing rlly matters

Warning ⚠️: There might be angst (although not much), fluff, if you see a speck of romance then I'm srry it's just I'm still practicing for platonic readers!!), Gender neutral, OOC(?), use of "you" and "prefect", flashbacks and childhood talks, and the rest!! (Idk what to add anymore), slight cussy (on Leona's and Vil's part), no crack (unfortunately 😤), spoilers for overblots?? Idk if you guys want that, vague implications of Chuichide (Jamil's part),

A/n: I lost my other one :((( BUT ITS OKAYYY I CAN MAKE ANOTHER ONE :D

Riddle Rosehearts

Before overblot:

•At first he thought you were annoying, even after when you called out his rules, "unnecessary"...

•In what world was his superior rules unnecessary?

So when it was the unbirthday party event, Ace comes up with the tart, a chestnut tart, and had the audacity to apologize by breaking another rule? And THEN snapping at him? Telling him he's WRONG? a TYRANT? He almost lost it. Especially when you were backing up the troublemaker. What made you think you were in the right?

•Why, did your parents taught you magic? What good did YOUR family do? This wasn't fair, his rules are absolute! If he followed them to a T, like his mother had said. Then, there would be no way, at any universe would he fail. But, what was the point if he didn't get to see what he was hoping from his mom? What did any of it mean, if the rules were pointless? His mom? Making him suffer for the rules, but in the end it meant nothing? Why? Why did she do it? What reason? Why? If he suffered for nothing, what was his life meant to be? Why couldn't anyone save him? Why-

•"You've worn a shoe size too big for you, Riddle. But I'll help you find yourself."

•You..? Him...? Find, himself.

•He broke down, this wasn't supposed to happen, it shouldn't have. Yet, here he was, eyes pouring out unspoken feelings, it all hurt, it shouldn't have, but it did. Nothing hurts, until it did. But, he was hurting all this time, wasn't he? So, why do you know better than him? What was he so deserving of, from you?

•Until you offered him a hand. He had Trey, he had Che'nya, and most of all, his dormmates who he could've treated better than before.

•He just wanted to be guided the right way, where he could feel joy and decide on his own. Not someone controlling, it didn't feel right, it never did.

•He thought, that maybe, he could be saved and correct his errors. With everyone supporting him and staying by his side.

After overblot:

•He really admired how loyal you were, how kind you were, how you were willing to understand others, he truly did.

•You even stood up for him whenever trouble came up, it was never a bother, not anymore. He appreciated what you've given him, even apologizing after a slip of a tongue, never wavering. You were so upportive and caring to him and others, even those who doesn't deserve that kindness.

•Your wish for others to be happy with their lives gave him respect for you, even if they were cruel to you. You still reached out and never back down. And only stepping your foot down whenever someone tried to harm you or your loved ones, he couldn't ask for more. You, whose heart was made of gold and carved by the gods with so much love and care, he wondered how you managed in this world.

•From then on, he'll be the one to look after you next and give himself reminders, that he's a person and that matters. Not the extreme rules, not his etiquette, just him. It felt like him.

•He wishes to have the same strength as you, for you whose never shown weakness, sure. You have kindness, but it isn't really weak if it's your strongest trait. You've made connections with others and that's great. He wishes you for the best as he and the others stay by your side as well.

Leona Kingscholar

Before overblot:

•You were a bitch in his mind

•Listen, you've stepped on his tail, proceed to stand your ground and then he got interuppted by a certain Hyena.

•What do you know that he can't understand? You weren't superior, he knows that.

•But when his plans failed he couldn't help but feel like he had already lost. He lashed out. There was no point if that lizard still won and was well. Why can't he just be number one? Why is this happening to him? Why is everything against him? Why isn't anybody looking at him? Why isn't he a better option? Why can't they just see him, no matter what he does? This empty pit, can not be filled when it's bottomless. And he just fell into it. Why couldn't he be better than his brother? From age? Status as first prince? His brother, was everything he wanted to be. He didn't need a wish to become him, he wanted to do it in his own way. But that failed, and this failed too.

•Where was the point, if he can't set his eyes elsewhere? He had eyes for something he couldn't get, now it's happening here, no matter how much he ran, it followed. There was no point to begin with, just false hope was all he met.

•He couldn't believe it, you. Another herbivore from who knows where, had won hearts of many in one dorm to the other, even capturing one of his freshmans' loyalty. What a bunch'a hopeless fawns. Why was he the target? Why couldn't he catch a break? It was bad when he felt this overwhelming sense of pain, where he felt like nothing could erase what was done, when his eyes stung and blurred his vision, where his throat tied a barb wire in it so he couldn't speak but blabber about his failure and burden, where his hands would tremble in frustration as his brother gets all the praises instead of him, where his eyes would feel empty and unblinking, where his escape would only be to sleep and hope he wouldn't wake up forever.

•He just wanted someone to acknowledge him, to encourage his hard work, for a praise, anything, really. He just needs the words and motivation, doing it himself.-

•"So let me do it for you. What you want, you've asked, wished, it's here. You can't set your eyes on something that didn't belong to you in the first place."... This herbivore-

•But then again, how long was it when he couldn't get the attention he wanted? How long was it when somebody asked, "Are you okay?", how long was it when he was in the shadow of his brother? This place, had given him power, his needs, control. He could've asked what he wanted, but it wasn't easy. Not when it showed weakness in him, vulnerability wasn't his thing, it never was.

•Then you reached out. Hand stuck out like you're giving him some light, he needed space and that's alright. What he needed was time to reflect, no need for a fast process. Just take his time.

•For once, he felt seen. He didn't need to be a Kingscholar, just Leona. A man who just wanted motivation and reminders of his importance in life. Even if he couldn't realize it that way, but he'll try. No promises though, herbivore.

After overblot:

•He didn't care about what you did. He respected you and that told enough. You cared, you encouraged, and you stayed. Long enough for his heart's content. This was enough, he had members in his dorm that cared about him, that listened to his every whims, didn't leave, and had yet to grow under his knowledge he'd throw at them.

•He didn't know why you were so caring, though.

•You were kind, too kind. And you cared a lot for the others as well. You were loud, you were flamboyant. You stood out besides Kalim, but you were also willing to help and understand people. There wasn't much to say about you besides your boisterous persona. He didn't mind as long as you've stayed. He wouldn't need to feel second anymore.

•Watch your back, herbivore. Or else he'll do it for ya. Not that he wanted to, tch. Don't be delusional, he's not sending out his dormmates to look out for you, it comes naturally for them. So ignore it.

•He dgaf when you sleep on him, even if your a loud sleeper that snores a lot, or suddenly placing your entire leg on his torso, he doesn't care. What man would he be if he treated you horribly despite everything you've given- ahem. Yeah. He doesn't care.

....

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..

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•Totally.

Azul Ashengrotto

Before overblot:

•When he first met you, he straight up thought on how he should take profit from you, though, you weren't much of anything useful for his plans. So he didn't even bother you, but you were loud and a tad too confident despite being in a school where you don't belong. Or world?

•Imagine his surprise after hearing two overblots and they involved you. Who knew, that you attract so much trouble in this school? But, you were staying in that Ramshackle dormitory. So, he wanted to take that advantage. To extend the branch

•He didn't know you could be enigmatic. You were so caring and loyal and kind to your friends and whoever. Then, you're standing your ground demanding he should let go of your friends and everyone else in this forced labor. How amusing.

•that is, until you've completely done it. Ruining his plans, his hardwork, his efforts to get to the top, by managing to get Leona on your side?

•How. How could this happen to him? He- he's going to be seen as pathetic again! That silly loser, that small octo-twerp, that- that weak, slow, fat, ugly, octo-mer.

•No, not again. He doesn't want it to happen again, not this time- No. It shouldn't- it can't- but it did- and he doesn't want it to. Why? Why do this to him? How does this benefit you? YOU? Who cared a lot for others, why must you DO this to him? Why? This can't- you're RUINING EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. ALL HIS HARDWORK. CRUMBLED. All because of YOU and your BACK-UPS. WHY? He's going to get bullied again, you guys are teasing him like those annoying bullies he'd had before- its repeating the same thing, over, over, over, and over again. He just wants to feel okay- he wants to feel loved- he wants to love himself but he couldnt- it hurts. Everything. All this hurts because it reminds him, everything does not always go according to plan.

•So you've helped. You did. Not out of obligation but for him. You did it for him. No other reason, just him. So he could feel love not from any other reason, but to exist.

•He... he just needs a little more confidence in himself to love.

After overblot:

•Nothing big had changed really. Just the twins going back to their usual selves while Azul kept making deals, a fair one sure. But some, exceptions, for the ones you've had unpleasant encounters with. He respected and admired you. You've had every dorm vying for you. You had everyone's support incase you fall. And you had their backs too, with all that kindness and unusual amount of loyalty. Especially for him, too.

•He never thought, you'd be the one guiding him step-by-step. He always thought that this is how his life is gonna go. Being a shady business man. And all he could do, is make others distrust him. But, you helped. You tried to understand him, little by little.

•And you did.

•He was honored to have you as his, until the day your gone. He'll wait.

Jamil Viper

Before overblot:

•Sigh.

•Kalim 2.0? Again, with another loud, confident, flashy grin. Another student he should avoid dealing with. And no, he doesn't want grey hairs at the age of 17. Don't do this to him please. He's tired

•Tired of revolving his life around someone and not his own. Tired of the small practices he had to do to protect someone of higher status than him. Tired of everything being about Kalim. Tired of everything that had been placed onto Kalim's lap and never owning anything for himself. Tired of having to put himself into harm's way for someone else that knew no better. Tired of everyone having to tell him to stay in line behind Kalim. Tired of not being able to show off his full potential, his competency, his talents. Tired of letting Kalim outshine him every way when he holds back. Tired- just, exhausted.

•So when his plans failed? When his plans to overthrow Kalim had failed? Because of some magicless person that clearly didn't belong, had managed to bring back-ups? This was his last resort. He didn't care if it was his final moment or how this is where his life ends, he has had everything taken away, nothing could erase that. So when he overblotted, the only thing that made him feel free was afterlife.

•And then that had done nothing on him. Since that failed too. What was the point on doing anything to serve some boy who couldn't even take care of himself? Why was he born in a family of servitude? He hated his background, being a Viper. A servant to the Al-Asim. It was unfair, all of it was unfair. He couldn't do anything to outshine Kalim because of consequences. He really couldn't, but now-

•"No one is here to stop you. Just let loose every once a while." Is what you'd say along those lines.

•You noticed? And yet to understand his situation. But you noticed anyway. Despite being flamboyant and loud, you knew how to care and when to stop when it's necessary. You've helped, you've reached out. Something meant for him.

After overblot:

•After the entire incident everything, mostly went to normal (but there were DIY rains that often occurred whenever Kalim went outside in the middle of the night), you've helped everyone (and maybe Kalim, poor boy-) and mostly, him. Your kindness kinda got to him, not that he'll admit. Your loyalty is like no other, and it was most likely because you were willing to give. So, sometimes whenever he's free he makes your favorite dish and gives it to you as a gift as both of you hangout.

•He never felt like this, he didn't need to feel like a servant or a Viper. Just Jamil, someone who feels like him, not needing expectations of who he doesn't want to be, but the freedom of knowing he's himself whenever he wants to be.

•He's grateful you've helped him. Even when he tells you not to. He needed it, and you knew it.

•He'll watch your back when the time comes to dire situations. Even if you're annoying. Worry not, prefect.

Vil Scheonheit

Before overblot:

•When he first saw your flashy grin and heard your loud voice, he thought, 'Great, another Kalim in the list' it didn't mean he dint like your confidence, though. And maybe slightly envied you as others flocked towards you.

•The few months (days?) Staying in this school he and heard about your... encounters. You were troublesome in his mind, you never seem to catch a break. So, at the VDC, your group (+Kalim and Jamil) was chosen, so while they were practicing you got a bit too loud and Vil had to fcking bitch-slap you to shut up, cause' mf aged 10 years listening to your loud-ass voice that broke the maximum volume.

•So when the VDC incident happened he couldn't understand why he wasn't perfect again. Why he couldn't be the fairest of them all, why their opinions of him are expectant, taking roles of a villain, lines, the stage was not meant for him, but for that boy. That Naive, stupid, too sweet boy. All describe him as love itself. It wasn't fair to him. Why isn't he number one!? WHY are they looking at Neige's performance as a more LIKEABLE much more FAIRER one? Why couldn't he be noticed as number one? Why can't they just get it? He hates this boy. Growing and manifesting envy, raising it to the high skies. His resentment is palpable. He despised, his heart grew ugly, black splattered around, oozing from his magic, a blot monster shaped as a figure behind him, the manifestation of envy. His heart poisoned with every bit of his hate and jealousy, the mocking crown on top of his head, veil on the back of his head, revealing a pale white face. Something he considered to be beautiful. He wanted perfection and be perfection itself. His veil at the back of his head symbolizing the unraveling truth, the veil he wore kept hidden his true nature, from behind all the cameras and stage-plays, Vil Scheonheit is the villain. Scheonheit takes the role of a bad-guy. Vil is bad. Vil is a villain. Vil is beautiful but comes 2nd to Leblanche. Neige this, Neige that- E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G was about N.E.I.G.E. He HATED all of them, all those relating to Neige. All the topic, the conversation, the top- Just Neige.

•Why couldn't he be the fairest one of all?- "You may not be the fairest of the world, but you are the fairest in their eyes. The ones who've stayed with you, the ones who've followed you. They see you as their fairest queen. You'll just need to accept that perfection has its flaws, that'll include you, Vil."....

•You really think so? Thinking he is perfect without the world's validation? To just believe his loved ones and the people that loves him, is enough?

•He'll try. He thought to himself, bringing back his senses, cries of a child who wanted success, who viewed his life as a never-ending tragic movie.

After overblot:

•He felt slightly bitter. That's all there is to it, he isn't forcing much on Epel but keeps it to a limited amount, he'd sometimes correct your posture or bring you clothes since your closet is lacking. Feeling warm and slightly proud whenever you stand up for him from the haters, it wasn't really necessary but he let you be

•He admires your kindness and care. Your willingness to understand others gives him respect for you

•He'll not have this in any other way, you've done your best. And that's all he ever asks of you.

•Anyway you have to fix your hair-

End.

I'm suuupperrr sorry but I think I'll continue Idia And malleus in the next part like bro- my emotions hurt so much (yes in the writing I've imagined myself in their shoes and then feel the emotions and write it down to my very best descripture. And it depleted my energy somehow I'm not joking this time).

[noinoi10101010]

A rant on how some people in the fandom coddle lunar

look this really annoys me. Some people in the fandom just coddle lunar so damn much and it shows with this arc. Everyone is calling the celestial family abusive and neglectful for neglecting him to witch they have not. They kicked lunar out for attacking earth cause they want to him to forces on himself and his emotions are linked to his powers and could possibly run the risk of him attacking jack and dazzle two CHILDREN! Yes lunar won't and would never want to attack him but because of how emotional lunar is and how he refuses to say he needs help until he is forced shows the chance of him attacking jack and dazzle is not unlikely and speaking of him attacking earth I think some people need to realize that lunar COULD HAVE KILLED EARTH! Yes he didn't but he still basically could have or infected her with negative star power and made so it would like lunar. And it doesn't help that the fandom is always quick to shit on earth for being flawed for 5 minutes and people call her a bad person and yet every other character especially lunar get a free pass

moon mentally abused sun and killed kids - no one says anything

Monty scamed and commited multiple crimes and was an absolute dick until a bit before the eclipse and lunar take over - no one says anything

Solar was very neglectful to jack and basically left him alone with resulted in him getting bitted by razzle and went to go kill the creator without telling anyone and it having the potential to have him get killed again and everyone not wonder were he is. - no one says anything

Sun goes on a man hunt that leads to moon dieing - no one says anything (I'm sorry my beautiful beloved I love you for all your flaws)

Lunar kills someone and uses negative star power dispute the astrols telling him it's bad and nearly killing his sister and forever causing chronic pain - is defended religiously

Earth doesn't comfort lunar during when he is having a breakdown cause she is setting up boundaries - everyone calls her 100% bad

and I have heard this throughout the fandom and I just want to say this BEING OR HAVE AUTISM IS NOT AN EXCUSE. This is coming from someone who has it and have had me be shamed for some of my traits. Some people this lunar is autistic coded with is fine does it excuse any of the bad stuff he has done fuck no. Having autism or better yet ptsd doesn't mean you get a free pass. Imagine your in court and you just killed someone and you excuse is "but I'm autistic and have ptsd" like no your still gonna go to jail you still did a bad thing. Lunar bad actions are on him not his mental disorder ON HIM!

Edit : after seeing yesterday episode it just proves my point. Yes sun should have said that lunar should be the one to fix it but his daughter best friend was so mean to her she went up to her room to cry. Sun could have also told her what happened yes but how would explain to someone who seems to be no older then 7 that there best friend was taken over by magical force as complex as negative star power and not only that there using them as weapon for murder. Yes he could have explained it in a kid friendly way to her but I think sun desperately want to shield dazzle from the stuff they go through on a daily basis the episode Sun moves on he says that dazzle didn't deserve what she got and deserves to be a little girl he want dazzle to live happily and not deal with any of the stuff they always deal with for dazzle to deal with and the main reason for this negative star is on the planet to begin with is lunar. Is it his fault no but you can at least understand his logic which is especially clouded by rage with caused sun to act like that. Im I defending him no but like sun or not he has a daughter to protect and is shown to be very protective of her. If was anyone else there that sun let his anger out on especially earth I highly doubt any of you would say anything. And keep in mind lunar is not upset at the family for neglecting him ever since the attack he did on earth he responded to call out they give him on his bull shit is him understanding he deserves it as the main reason for all of this the whole reason for all of the family feelings for him being complained is him attacking and could've possibly killed earth as again earth could have died from the negative star blast and her having chronic pain was probably one of the better situation to have happened as she could have it take her over and it would be like how it is for jack or she could have flat out died. And that is what this rant is for not for people he bring up reasonable arguments that the celestial family is in the wrong but people who see lunar getting harmed in any short of way and shit on the other characters that are doing that. Just because he is your comfort character does not mean he should be defended like he is Jesus Christ. That is who this rant is for this is not out of malicious sorry if I made it seem like it was. @theinfamousmaybelle and to any one in the lunar protection squad or anyone who likes luanr in general I am sorry that I if I ever offended you or made you uncomfortable I'm truly sorry and it won't happen again. I am just so.damn tried for everyone in this fandom constantly defending lunar for every thing he has done. I don't hate lunar far from In fact he is one of my favorite characters but I hate how it is for some people if lunar in the show does anything he must be in the right 100% of the time. Once again I am not hating on any of you or think the celestial family are 100% perfect and in the right for this. This rant was just letting me get all my thoughts out of my system cause this has really been pissing me off. Especially because I absolutely adore earth so much and I hate her getting stupid criticism like this. Again all of your thoughts in this fandom are valid and I'm sorry if offended any of you or made you uncomfortable.

[zxmbiie-luv]

what do you think about a cnc thing with hermes + (originally) low sex drive reader? with hermes drugging reader beforehand to make them a lot more insatiable, and then pretending to be busy/not have time for them/deny them before ‘giving in’ and fucking them silly? i think it would be really hot if that was a thing,, bc i just know he’d be as desperate as reader to fuck but he holds back a bit to deny them. :3 love your writing and no pressure as always to write my requests !!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Drink up, Buttercup! ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hermes (Hades I-II) x reader

Containing: drugging, sub reader, CNC, the nickname!!!1!1, not proofread (fuck it we ball), bro did not pull out ngl

Summary — a simple drink. That's what it was supposed to be! And it would be, hadn't the cheeky bastard used his tricks.

a/n — AAAAAAAAAA this shits delicious excuse me,,,, Also no worries!! I luv writing stuff and definitely don't mind And I've got your last stuff in my drafts dw pooks

The second he catched a glimpse of Aphrodite's bottled magic, a devious idea brewed in his mind. As his trickster mind did, never allowing him rest, it seems.

Well, ok, bottled magic was too underestimating. Aphrodite's power could not be bottled so simply, it wasn't a measley thing to measure. But appearantly, she'd use such to answer and comply at any prayer and offering in turn of winning one's favour.

She'd have a variety, and as Hermes had passed by her chambers, he'd catch a glimpse of a hot pink mixed with red shimmer just swishing on about in that little long glass confinement that was the bottle. So that became the plan. Swiftly walk by Aphrodite's chambers when she wasn't around, grab the bottle, and make a run for it.

And that, he did. Honestly, he didn't know why, it's like he acted on impulse— shaking the bottle to see it glow on the movement and see the glitter roam on. He had to stop, however, because the thing looked like it was about to explode at any moment. And then it clicked him.

Why don't you have a taste?

He kinda wanted to see you worked up over him, without him doing anything. Of course, he could work his hand just right for you to start tugging at his chiton to hurry, please, take it off— But he wanted you to put your hands on him alone, for a change. So, he got a bottle of Ambrosia and the essence, and mixed it in.

A drop should've been enough. He wanted for it to last at least the whole day— to get a vision of what it was like for you to want him like he was the center of your mind, clouding your senses.

Well, good luck, he accidentally dropped more than half the bottle. Hermes watched on with shock as the essence merged one with the Ambrosia, creating a beautiful eye-piercing pink drink, with a golden hue and bubbles starting to form. He hoped that was just it turning to a sparkling drink and not, what mortals called, radioactive.

He swore he didn't mean to do that! He just wanted to put a drop! Okay, so, this was about to last you the whole week (in which, he probably didn't mind), and Aphrodite was going to kill him for wasting her power. Great.

But whatever, what could he do? Hermes closed the bottle with the new brew he had apparently done, and the other one with the one that belonged to the great goddess, and packed both in his messenger bag put. What couldn't be seen, couldn't be caught, right? That was his whole life, at this point.

You looked on at the drink in wonder as you held it in hand, Hermes subtly watching your every move in inner anxious. What if this actually harmed you? What if you got mad after finding out? What if-?

"Thank you, Hermes. You didn't have to. I'm sure it'll taste just as delightful as you." You thanked with a smile, walking up to him to rest your hands on his shoulders and kiss his cheek tenderly as he smiled back at you and placed his hands on your waist.

"No need buttering me up, bunny. I'd give you wayyy more if you'd let me, but it's really no trouble at all." He chuckled, giving you a kiss on your lips— something so simple that never failed to take his breath away— and sadly departed from your touch to leave and resume his work.

As he only was a blur to be seen, you opened the bottle carefully to finally get a taste. It was a pretty bottle, you might clean it out once you're done. With a curious sniff to catch its scent, it immediately filled your chest with warmth and made you loosen up. Hermes really knew how to pick stuff out, then. Pouring it down your throat, the feeling intensified, now making you feel hotter and more active. Was this alcohol that you accidentally downed? Couldn't be, it didn't smell like it. You'd have to ask Hermes when he came back.

You were in for a ride, and you didn't even know it.

You were— just, how to explain this feeling? You were swallowing your saliva like the whole sea was in your mouth, it felt unbelievably hot like you wanted to rip your clothes off, and every single thing about him triggered that.

It's like he looked extra divine doing nothing, glancing back at you as a smile formed on his lips and he teased, "Staring problem, much?"

Every touch, even the most simple one, was nearly pushing you over the edge. Every laugh, or flick of his wings, or subtle flex of muscle doing the things he usually does, drove you crazy.

And the problem? He wasn't giving you what you need. Which was a total change to him.

It's been a few days, he'd have you let anybody, wherever you were, know he was making you feel the best. Now? Work, work, work.

"Hermesss... Please.." You whined out to him, hands tracing everywhere, a hopeless attempt to get him as riled up as you were, get it through his thick skull— "Bunny, not so impatient. You know I'm a busy man, I'll get to you soon."

He might've seemed calm and composed, but inside, he was a mess. Especially to your touch, fuck. He knew he was doing this to get you all hot and bothered, but seriously, he was about to burst. And it was fairly evident thanks to the raging tent that man was sporting, and looking down on it, it made your mouth both water and your eyebrows furrow in annoyance.

"Oh, so, is my state amusing to you?" You scowled, gripping him tighter, and Hermes tries his hardest not to make a face, not to let out a sound.

"Very. However, I must decline once more. I do hope you understand." He flashed you a smirk, pecking your lips with a kiss before turning his attention back to his assigned work Zeus had given him, one wing on his head stretching as you had started to rhythmically tap your finger on the surface of his desk in frustration.

Suddenly, you squirmed in front of him, and before he could say anything, you crashed your lips after his in reckless abandon. As your hand went behind his head and interlocked with his hair, his composure was beginning to slip away, soon matching the hunger in your pace as you licked up the taste on his tongue and your eyes turning half-lidded.

Hermes put his work away, somewhere, he didn't care, as you found yourself sat on his desk and soon laying beneath him, his ever-skillful hands lower and lower... At this point, blood was rushing everywhere, it was a feeling you had never experienced before, like you were on a rollercoaster and having three orgasms denied at the same time.

He broke the kiss, only to go lower and leave open mouthed kisses on your neck as he spoke in between them. "Bunny, did you need me that bad? So sorry, baby, gonna take care of you real good."

You could only nod in return, couldn't be able to say anything else as you heard clothes fumbling and his hands going underneath yours. He didn't even try to sugarcoat it as he slipped two fingers in you so effortlessly, earning a gasp out of you as his fingers curled and pushed in and out of you.

"H-Hermes..!", you hushed out as his tempo got faster, feeling him smile at your tone and the marks he was creating on your skin and removing his digits out of you. Before you could protest, they swiftly got replaced with his dick, catching you off guard and making you let out out a moan as you threw your head back.

He groaned, biting his lip before chuckling at your expression, kissing the base of your throat. He started moving, adoring you wholeheartedly... Your face, your sounds, your hole— It almost felt like you were too good for him. His grip on your hips was almost bruising, pulling you tighter towards him like he couldn't get enough. And he couldn't, honestly.

To anchor yourself, even a little bit, one hand moved to his shoulder while the other on the edge of the desk. A gasp escaped you as he picked up pace, and you could see Hermes also as affected as you were, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to at least quiet down the moans he so embarrassingly let out.

"Hermes, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum.." You whined out, hands moving from their previous positions to his back, that was gripping so hard, your nails were leaving red angry trails. "It's alright, bunny, gonna cum too.. Fuck, please, cum with me.." He nodded, wings tucked tightly against his head as you came, him following not far after.

Thrusting tightly against you out of instinct, he emptied himself inside you before the both finally got the chance to catch your breath, Hermes' wings relaxing as he slowly lifted himself off of you. You released your grip on him, your breath hitching at the feeling of him pulling out, leaning down to kiss your abdomen and looking up at you with hazed eyes and mumbling, "I love you.".

You saw his cheeks flush at listening to you say it back, which earned a laughter out of you and ruffling his hair. It's amazing how he could fuck you stupid, yet get so flustered at the smallest things. Your laughter was cut short as his mouth enveloped between your legs.

So, Hermes' experiment got its answer solved. And now, whenever he'd catch you taking sips from that same drink, he'd grin and muse with a raised eyebrow,

".. You do know what's in that, right?"

He never stopped giving it for you to drink, though.

this is rightfully my work, @zxmbiie-luv

Do not steal, translate, repost ect

Reblogs and likes welcome!!

[anxious-witch]

Okay, maybe I am way off with this, but doesn't Cat King seem to adhere by very specific set of rules? Which yeah, duh, he is a trickster, but what I mean is, he can't seem to be able to initiate any action?

We know he kept an eye on the boys and Crystal even before he met them, I'd wager even before Edwin leashed his cat. But he didn't approach until Edwin did so, as if Edwin activated it that way. And sure, we could say it was because he messed with one of his subjects and while I am sure there is truth in that, it's a THEME.

He has eyes everywhere. I don't buy it for a second that he didn't immediately know who Monty is. So why not tell Edwin and the rest immediately? Could be to see where this will go, but it doesn't feel that way. Why would he let Monty flirt with Edwin, if he could stop him? Even after Monty kisses Edwin, the Cat King doesn't appear. Why? Because Monty isn't hurting Edwin yet. The kiss, as awkward as it was, does seem to be genuine on Monty's part.

No. The Cat King only gets involved when Monty is actively working to betray Edwin. Only then he can swoop in, give away Monty's secret and steal his kiss as payback.

Generally, it seems he has to somehow mirror the actions taken? A leash for a leash, a kiss for a kiss, a betrayal for a betrayal.

Also, the bit with Esther. He says "magic doesn't work on me", and yet he doesn't try to use magic on Esther in turn. Is it because she cannot use magic on him, he can't as well? Which renders him powerless against her.

She uses a loophole to kill him, aka she kills him by force since she cannot do so by magic. And what does he do? He can't use magic against her but he can give Crystal a secret loophole on how to kill Esther. He can tell her about he deal with Lilith.

Also as this post points out, as much as he gets into Edwin's space, when Edwin moves towards him, he pulls back. Furthermore, the only two times Edwin invades his space (ie in the forest when he tells him "this is all that you are" and in the last episode when he kisses him) Cat King seems almost frozen. As if he is bound to see how far Edwin is going to take the action before he can react.

I wonder if he can kiss him at all, without Edwin initating first. With Monty, he could, because it was payback for stealing Edwin's kiss. But he didn't harm him further. Why? Unless he is somehow bound to some unknown set of rules.

Idk. I just thought it was an interesting pattern

[lavenderchqn]

Hello! Saw that your request is open and I actually have two requests but feel free to pick which one! I'll send another request after this one.

For this request, I suddenly got an idea like we (reader) suddenly got transmitted into Genshin (not the Sagau/Cult one) and we have nothing except the things we were holding before getting transmitted (like their bags/phones (especially phones)).

And then we met Beidou and became companions yada yada yada. Beidou decided to take us to go sailing somewhere and met Kazuha. And let me tell you I LOVEEEEEEE MY MAN KAZUHAAAAAAAAAAA.

IMAGINE SEEING HIM IN REAL LIFE AND THE THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD BE EVEN MORE PRETTIER FACE TO FACE RATHER IN THE GAME. And reader be all flabbergasted and shy shy HSBDJSNJS.

And then Reader helps Beidou out while sailing. So, the rest of the idea of mine is like our interaction with Kazuha because I need this man. I need. HIM. All lovey dovey and stuff. So feel free to do whatever you want to add or do with this request and feel free to reject it if you think it's like uhhhh weird—

✧・┆lost in translation — kazuha

— you'd think meeting your genshin main would be a breeze... until you realise that teyvat does indeed have their own laws

requested by @miacara2; thank you so much for the request! I hope I did the prompt justice. had to take some creative liberties, because oh dear heavens it would've been so long otherwise ^^~

content warnings: they/them reader, referred to as [y/n]; isekai fanfiction; mentions of being in pain (non specific); magical translation device;

all the text written in italics is the language spoken in teyvat ~

Hurts. Everything hurts. Why does it hurt so much? 

You were trying to do anything to move without much success. Your eyelids seemed to be stuck together, from god knows what. Why on earth could you hear the waves humming? If there was anything you’d be sure about… was that you were nowhere near a body of water for at least five— wait was it five minutes? Last time you checked, you had been on your way to collect a parcel with your newest merch. Why, on earth, were you near the water out of nowhere?

“Drop the anchor!” A loud voice shouted in the distance. The timbre seemed familiar, you thought. You'd heard it somewhere before for sure, even if you couldn't make out what they were saying. Just what on earth was happening?

It got louder and louder. The sounds increased in quantity, mostly resembling footsteps. And yet, despite everything… you just couldn't move an inch. By the way the sound spread, you can deduce somebody was near. Very near, most likely looming over you. 

“Hey,” Somebody shook you. “Can you hear me?” You tried to move any part of your body. Something to signal you’re alive. Your finger twitched slightly, but the pain coursing was abysmal. There was something- someone close to your chest, presumably the person checking for breathing. “They are breathing, that’s good.” 

“Captain,” A new voice entered the mix. “Should we transport them to the boat?” 

“Give me a hand, then.” The feminine voice replied. “How did they even get here…” She wondered. A person out in the middle of the sea on one of the tiny islands on the path connecting Inazuma to the mainland. As she perused the island and gathered observations from her fellow soldiers, the consensus was that the boat must’ve been destroyed. Which in itself was weird, as they hadn't noticed anyone as they were on the way here. The timing doesn’t make sense…

With all the fleet working together, the group managed to move the body onto the deck. Getting them to safety was their top priority, even if they didn't know who they were or how they got there. 

At some point, you finally manage to open your eyes. The headache is still killing your head, but at the very least you feel more in control of your body. Taking in the surroundings, you realise you’re on a ship. The crew is hard at work, but one of them — presumably one delegated to watch over you — notifies the captain of your state. 

“Oh, is our guest awake?” She strolls in your direction, her boots clacking on the wooden floor. Crouching right before your body, she extends her hand. “I’m Beidou — The crux’s captain.” 

That’s right. You look her up and down. The appearance matches her one-to-one. Her burgundy eyepatch, brown hair… That was her in the flesh. Were you dreaming? Surely you had to be. “[Y-Y/N]” You reply, gently shaking her hand. If you were dreaming, why on earth you couldn’t understand anything she said? 

The look in your eyes must’ve gotten her worried, as she helps you stand up and look over your body for any injuries. “No bruises or anything, huh,” She ponders, observing your reaction. “[Y/N], do you understand what I’m saying?” She asks. With the way you look like a deer in the headlights, she deduces you don’t. 

It’s unfortunate, really. You don’t have any means of communicating with anyone here, especially since you don’t understand the language. It’s scary. Beidou leaves you with something, that sounds like an apology — most likely her captain duties calling. 

You’re given time to think. To come up with a solution… if you can call “means of communicating” as a solution. You take a look at anything that could help you in getting there. Only when you, as a common tick you possess when stressed, readjust your bag strap, do you even realise you have your bag on you. Opening it up, you rummage through it to hopefully locate your phone. The language being translatable was a possibility, even if an unlikely one. 

Surprisingly, your phone is fully charged. You don’t remember seeing leaving it as that back when you… back when you were home. There’s no service but maybe— Oh. Oh, your wallpaper. The pretty image of Kazuha stares back at you, as you try to gauge if the hour is correct. You should change it up, before anyone notices. The less questions, the better. And you do so, the second you unlock your phone. 

You open the translation app, praying in your mind that there’s something you can make out. “I’m sorry,” You mutter, heart beating faster. You try to imitate Beidou’s speech as well as possible. Slowly, the app spits out an “I’m sorry.” Although with an unidentifiable language labelled. Somehow… you’ve made some progress. 

Staring at your phone in disbelief, you don’t even realise that your surroundings have gotten livelier. As you look around, checking if anybody noticed your device, you see you’re almost in Liyue Harbor. 

Some sailors cheer, most likely celebrating returning to their homeland safe and sound. You, on the other hand, don’t know how to proceed. In reality… you don’t, really, have a home here. The second you get off this boat, you’ll be left alone to roam. Sure, you’ve seen many of these places, but it was with the help of overpowered characters at your side. Now it was just you against the world, really. 

Your grip on your phone tightens as you take in the sight before you — Liyue Harbor, its oxidised rooftops shimmering under the afternoon sun, the vibrant marketplace bustling with people. It’s breathtaking, and yet… utterly terrifying. 

You don’t belong here. 

The reality settles into your chest like a stone. No quest markers are guiding your paths, no dialogue options to steer the conversation, and no subtitles to understand others without relying on a glitched translation. This isn’t a game. This is real, and you are stranded. 

Beidou’s voice snaps you from your thoughts. She’s giving orders to her crew, but in between, her gaze flickers to you. She’s keeping an eye on you, probably just as curious as she is concerned. 

Eventually, she approaches, crossing her arms. “We’ll be docking soon,” she says, slow and deliberate, as if trying to gauge how much you understand. “What’s your plan?” 

Plan. Right. As if you had one. 

You glance at your phone, then back at her. Your best bet is still the translation app. Regardless of how confused she will be at the phone in your hands. You quickly type: I don’t have anywhere to go. 

She reads it, eyebrows raising slightly before she exhales through her nose. “Figures.” 

For a moment, she’s silent, as if weighing her options. Then, with a smirk, she claps a hand on your shoulder, nearly making you stumble. “Well, kiddo, Liyue’s a big place. Plenty of people, and plenty of opportunities. You might be lost, but that means you haven’t found your path yet.” Her words are reassuring, but they don’t fix the knot in your stomach. Still, it seems she isn’t planning to just abandon you. 

As the Alcor docks, the crew wastes no time unloading cargo. Beidou gestures for you to follow her, and with hesitant steps, you do. The moment your feet touch the harbour’s wooden planks, the sheer liveliness of Liyue hits you. Merchants calling out their wares, children laughing, Millelith guards patrolling the streets. It’s overwhelming. 

“Ah,” Beidou exclaims, looking up after coming to a halt. “Good to see you, Kazuha.” Your eyes instantly follow hers — finally noticing a certain wanderer perched on a wooden post. Oh god, he’s even prettier in reality. “Kazuha, [Y/N]. [Y/N], Kazuha.” She introduces you to each other — as if you don’t know everything about the man in front of you. 

You wave, shyly. Your brain is short-circuiting, whether it be from your tiny headache, or from the unbelievability of the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. 

“Could you do me a favour and take care of them for me?” Beidou asks as Kazuha jumps down from the perch to shake your hand. “They mysteriously showed up on an island in the middle of the sea and are quite lost.” 

“An island?” Kazuha tilts his head to the side, confused. “No wreckage on the way?” The captain shakes her head, mentioning they scouted the area nearby just to check. “No external injuries, but they don’t speak a wink of the language. They have some— device that can translate. I haven’t asked about it, but then again, their appearance isn’t something you’d see in these parts either.” She adds. 

An agreement is made between them, with you being placed in the man’s care. You gauge it by the way relief washes over Beidou’s face as he nods. 

As it turns out, Kazuha is just as lovely as he is in-game. You’d say he matches the amount of sweetness the fluffiest of fanfictions depict him, but you just can’t tell it to his face, now can you? Bit by bit, he’s helping you out with the smallest of things — lodging, provisions, you name it and he has you covered. 

Slowly you begin to understand some of the language, especially once you manage to locate the alphabet translation of Mondstadian and Liyuean in the depths of your camera roll. Your phone is surprisingly, still not out of the battery. Teyvat laws, you guess. Once in a while, you require the mysterious translation app to get your point across. Especially when you had to explain the concept of coffee, and why you need it the moment the sun rises. 

You’re hunched over a notebook full of Kazuha’s poetry. A good exercise to train your brain, he said. What he forgot to mention, is that sometimes he just straight-up writes in a different script. You’re certain it’s the one from Inazuma, but it doesn’t make deciphering it any easier. 

“Bloody hell,” You sigh, frustrated. Your eyes have been glued to a singular word for a good twenty minutes now. Given how time in your world passes 240 times faster than in here, you feel like you’ve been at this forever. 

The male, on the other hand, is peacefully slumbering on some rocks. An actual hobby, one’s that very real and not just a singular voiceline. It feels wrong to be waking him up, especially with how he usually stays up all night to make sure nothing ambushes you under the moonlight. 

What you don’t know is that during those posts, occasionally, Kazuha takes in your appearance. Ever since meeting you, there’s been something about you that’s so interesting to him. How you sway from side to say whenever translating the poem correctly in its entirety. Or how you mumble something about spending resin in your sleep. It’s so cute, really. 

“Kazu…” You call out from your seat, looking in his direction. “Sorry to bother—“ 

“You’re not bothering, Dove.” He cuts you off, opening one eye. “What can I help you with?” “I don’t understand this…” You mutter shyly, turning back to the poem. Kazuha doesn’t say anything as he comes up to you to look at the offending word himself. He notices the tiny pout on your face, brows furrowed in frustration. How cute you are, he thinks.

“Inazuman scripture,” He points out. “Must’ve slipped under the cracks, sorry…” Kazuha brushes his hair away, straight up giving you the flustered butterflies. Up close you realise, that he’d had freckles this whole time. Just how attractive a person could get, you swear, punching the air mentally. “It means ‘home’.” He says, not paying attention to your staring. 

You translate it into the scripture you’ve gotten accustomed to, writing it with a pencil you’ve dug from the bottom of your bag. Back when you first took it out, you explained the concept of them to your companion — “They’re like quills and ink… but erasable.” What Kazuha remembers from that specific interaction is how warm your smile was when you realised, you knew something he didn’t know. You looked as if an actual sun deity descended upon him. 

“No wonder it’s in inazuman…” You mutter to yourself, acknowledging the obvious. 

It’s raining heavily. Has been for almost a week now. Travelling in this weather was unsuited for either of you, but bit by bit you were running out of places to crash at. People were usually very nice and accommodating, minus their comparisons to you being newlyweds — your butterfly case got even worse with each comment, those rascals.

And yet, you had to keep on walking. The goal for Kazuha has been to visit the Qiaoying Village to purchase some good quality tea. He mentioned picking up some extra as a gift for Heizou once he returns to his homeland, adding how he believes the tea would go along nicely with some fried vegetables. 

“We’ll have to be careful,” Kazuha says, tying the ribbons securing your hat into a pretty bow. “The rocks are quite slippery, alright,” Taking it slow and easy, he meant. It would mean taking more time to travel, getting more soaked from the rain but making it there without a twisted bone. 

“Could we have some coffe— tea, once we’re there?” You ask, muttering a quick sorry for mixing up the words. You always do whenever making mistakes. Kazuha always tells you to not apologise — talking about how it’s impressive how you’ve managed to learn the language so quickly… and that he’s proud of you. That last part makes you blush a little. But just a little. 

“Of course,” He replies, leaning a little to analyse the map while covering it with his own hat. Getting a map wet was the least either of you wished for. “I think catching a boat ride from the outskirts of Qingce is our best bet.” 

“Out… skirts? What does it mean?” Your head is tilted eyes on the map. You know where Qingce is, but getting from there to Qiaoying was an interesting choice. 

“Outer parts.” Kazuha points to a specific part, a port he mentions. 

With that settled, you’re off, walking steadily in the direction of your destination. It’s only once you’re in the wilderness that problems arise. The stones have gotten really, really slippery. It’s difficult to maintain balance, and you’re jabbing your toes into some of them. You don’t complain, at least try not to. Kazuha is far too nice to be forcing him into your annoyance monologues. 

“Ack!” You yelp, almost slipping on another stone. Your brows are furrowed in pure anger and a strong exhale follows. Cursed rains making these roads unwalkable. 

“You okay there?” Kazuha comes to a halt, turning around to check and pushing his hat backwards just to see better. “We can slow down if it’s too fast.” You instantly shake your head. Taking even longer would only make you more miserable. “Alright, alright, let’s keep up the pace, then.” 

But, instead of leading, he waits for you to catch up. Once you’re next to him, he gently places his hand in yours, locking it in. “I’ll make sure you won’t slip anymore, alright?” 

God, you hope the tea will be worth every second of losing your mind over how stunning this man is. Okay, maybe it’s worth holding his hand in itself. Add the tea as a cherry on top. 

date of posting — march 5th 2025

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[ 'A little Mermaid' Retelling ] [Azul Ashengrotto] *male reader insert*

Under the deep blue sea, the merfolk lived idle, peaceful lives....or so the story goes.

Merfolk were forbidden to swim up the surface. The King had lost his beloved wife because of it, and not soon after, his youngest daughter as well.

Azul's father was almost hoisted up onto one of their big ships just last week, and the trauma of having nearly lost his life sent his family into a downward spiral. His usually carefree parents had turned into recluses and his poor father refused to come out for fear of being snatched away again.

Naturally, Azul understood the fear. Having been bullied and ridiculed at school for how he looked, he sympathized with his father's refusal to let people see how weak he was.

Azul had lost the weight his peers teased him for and he worked on his mer-folk magic to the point he could use it to gain favours from others in exchange for anything he wanted from them and his peers didn't bully him any more and yet he realized then, as he watched his father cower away in their grove everyday, that him and his people had a long way to go in terms of not being preyed on by the Humans.

Mer-folk were infused with magical energy, and often enough, they were also beautiful, and so it gave Humans a reason to hunt them for either one of their qualities, if not both. Mermaids were the common favorite and sirens were infamously known for being killed and mounted on ships for their villainy which humans had believed were because they were all keen on unwilling human partners when really, the sirens had grown particularly violent because their animal companions which were the whales were being brutally slaughtered.

Octo-Mer and Eel-folk weren't taken in for their beauty but they were killed by occasional pirates or seamen who thought their meat was extravagantly filling, and the Floaters (Jellyfish folk) were killed because their tendrils gave out electrifying magic which led to many shipwrecks.

Azul had a mind to want to educate these pesky humans about the civilizations which lived under the sea and to implement laws which would lessen their death rates, but he also didn't want to risk losing his own life.

"Azul, sweetheart, could you go over to the Anglers and see if they need anything from us?", the sweetly soft spoken voice of his mother had Azul looking up from the scroll he was reading as she gave his cavern entrance a slight knock.

The seashells in her hair were white today, and her primly short hair resembled his own just with a tad more curls. Azul had been told countless times that he took a lot more of her features than his father's and that was well enough in his book. She was a beautiful octo-lady and her wavy, long tentacles swept across the ocean space gracefully.

"The Anglers?" He repeated with a slight raise of his brows. "Weren't they the ones who lost a son recently?"

Solemnly,his mother nodded.

"Yes. And they've holed themselves up quite badly. No one has even seen them during feeding hours. They have another son, their youngest,I think, around your age, and I just wonder if they're doing alright."

Azul bet they weren't. But he didn't let it slip to his poor mother. The Angler folk weren't the prettiest if he was being frank. Their skins were known to be oily and dark, murky even, and their eyes were either bloodshot or completely black, and they had these protruding gills which not only looked sharp but actually capable of cutting through skin. It was the same for their webbed hands as well, and their tails were long and wide, almost as if they were meant to lash out at anything within close range to them. Of course there was also their signature light limb, a sort of orb-like antenna which only the females of their kind had.

Azul knew the younger son she mentioned. They were classmates and like Azul before he made his physical transformation, he was a favorite subject to poke fun at by their peers. But unlike Azul, the boy seemed unbothered by the ridiculing and harassment, almost detached. He thought it was probably because his entire species was the centre of oddity in their community.

"If they're all holed up like that, they probably don't want to see anyone,mother."

"Oh but Azul, we have to at least ask? We received so much sympathy because of your dear father and look how that eventually helped him, maybe the Anglers need that sort of support too?"

Well, in a way, he couldn't really deny his mother that fact. The ongoing visits and constant comfort gifts his father had received following the weeks after his near death experience had indeed bolstered his self confidence albeit slowly but Azul believed it was also due to the fact that his father was simply the type of male who needed support from his fellow circle and that his overall acceptance for help was what drove the full effect of it. He was doubtful the Anglers would be as open.

But again, he couldn't let his mother hear such thoughts. She was a sensitive soul, hearty at times, yes, but sensitive nonetheless.

"...What do you think we can even give to them?"

"That's what you're heading over for,dear!"

Azul doubted Anglers would want anything from a small family of Octo-Mers, even if they owned a dining business, the Anglers were picky eaters and were only ever spotted hunting in the deeper and darker regions of the sea. Jade, one of Azul's neighbors, often speculated that they probably ate the corpses of the things that die and drown in the ocean which explained their dirty appearance.

The water where they lived was always too cold for Azul, but with his mother in his thoughts, he swam on until he reached the cavern where the Anglers lived.

Their caves went downwards and were clustered together, every entrance looked the same. Now, how was he going to even guess which was theirs?

"...What are you doing here, Ashengrotto?"

Azul was taken aback by how the very Angler he was looking for had found him first, and slightly surprised by how different he seemed now that he was so close to Azul. Leaner and longer than most of his kind, with skin as dark as the volcanic rocks Jade often liked collecting and eyes resembling a literal abyss, the Octo-Mer found himself staring at the male a bit longer than necessary, and it took a while for him to reply.

"My mother sent me over here to see if there's anything you folk needed." He said all the while eyeing the sharp protruding gills and the greasy like gleam of the latter's skin.

Angler's tail was swishing side to side, not so rapid it indicated irritation and yet not too languid it meant he was comfortable.

"She did?" He asked, and his voice was slick and somehow gently guttural.

Azul nodded his head. "She heard about what happened to you and your family, and well,you have our condolences." Right, Azul was never really the comforting type but he didn't think beating around the corals would get him anywhere so he just hoped he didn't come off too casual.

Angler stared at him, unreadable and still. And then, he smiled, or at least Azul thought he was smiling but the expression was odd and somewhat misplaced. Similar to how Jade's twin, Floyd, looked whenever he was intrigued by something.

"Well, unless she can resurrect the dead, there isn't much you lot can offer us."

Azul wasn't expecting such a straight forward answer and the shock must have shown on his face, because Angler then let out a sort of low, chuckle.

"Sorry. I just thought it would be better if things were made clear from the start. It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but it's ultimately useless." The water around them rippled slightly, and Azul was sorely reminded that Anglers had very unpredictable magical capabilities. Some were normal enough, but there were a few that bordered on rather dangerous scales.

"I may have told her that already but she wanted me to go regardless." Azul wasn't sure why he was still talking. Any other merfolk would have bolted away from him. Angler seemed to have had the same thought because then, as soon as it happened, the rippling ceased, and he was staring at Azul quite oddly.

"Your mother is the one who wears the shells in her hair and works the counter at that eatery near the Seatadel, right?"

Azul nodded his head. Then because he felt like it said; "We've also been classmates since Clamshell years."

"I remember." Angler replied coolly, " They used to make you ink yourself and told the teachers it was the reason my skin was so greasy."

"....Right." Azul didn't like recalling his younger years and it agitated him easily that it was mentioned so callously and if his mood was noticed by Angler, it hadn't really showed on the male's expression.

"You've changed a lot." Angler said suddenly and Azul's tail twitched. If he mentioned how he looked this time, he was seriously going to swim away and tell his mother their sympathy was rejected.

"Must have taken a lot of hard work."

Now, that was unexpected.

Azul stared at the male, and by doing so, he realized how truly different they were to each other. Where Azul had to literally change how he looked in order to stop himself getting bullied, Angler dissuaded his harassers by simply growing into the abnormality of his kind since they often grew into very intimidating adults, their peers found it harder to poke fun at him as he matured.

"Well, I guess you can tell her it's appreciated. But no, we don't need anything."

And then, before he could say anything else, Angler swam past him and dove into his cave.

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Jude Jazza - A story about a ruthless and arrogant man and an unfulfilled promise (JP ECB)

as usual I don’t own the story or characters, they belong to cybird. some things might’ve translated not as smoothly but i tried to get close to the original tone + eng isn’t my first language so forgive any mistakes ;-; also beware of some spoilers about his backstory

I wonder when it happened.

When my sister was still alive, she and I had a high fever.

(I was in so much pain l felt like I was dying.)

(I remember her asking me to distract her from the agony of the high fever.)

Jude: “What do you want to do when you’re rich?”

It was a playful way to forget, even for a moment, the pain of the day.

Jude’s younger sister: “Anything?”

Jude: “Sure.”

The pained look on my sister's face breaks into a little smile of joy.

Jude’s younger sister: “If that's the case, let's see… I want to go to the moon!”

My sister's eyes, which are the same amethyst color as mine, look towards the highest point in the sky. There, like a jewel dropped into the deep sea, there was a round moon floating in the jet black.

(...... Ha, the moon.)

Jude: "Idiot, even if I had that kind of money I can’t do that.”

(I've never heard of humans going to the moon.)

Jude’s younger sister: “But the Queen’s got the whole world on her palm, right?”

Jude’s younger sister: "If we can go around the world, can't we go to the moon?"

How much money does the Queen have? As I was thinking about whether it was really possible to go to the moon with that kind of money...

Jude’s younger sister: "Hey, brother, promise me. When you become rich, take me to the moon."

A human being going to the moon is a dream too ridiculous to be true. But my sister, who might die tomorrow, needed hope at this moment.

Jude: "I got it. I'll use money, magic, anything to get you there.”

Jude’s younger sister: “Brother, it's lame to think you can use magic.”

Jude: “Keep quiet.”

Jude’s younger sister: "I'm going to go to the moon. I have to get well soon."

Jude: “That's right. We have to get you better."

Only when I was with my sister, I felt something like the outline of happiness. Every time her small hand grasped mine, a warm feeling spread across my chest. But before the feeling of happiness could develop, I always felt sorry for her. Just when I was thinking that one day I would make my sister happy. She was bought with money, and then she died after.

And then I - I swore revenge.

By the time I started my trading company upon graduating from public school, I had the noblemen who killed my sister completely by the scruff of the neck.

Even though they were already busy dealing with taxes, it piled up even more with debt.

-- After their mansion and land were all seized, I went to meet the people who bought my sister.

Jude: “Thank you very much for your time.”

Nobleman: "W-what are you? W-Wa...!"

I grabbed the hair of the most pompous looking nobleman sitting in the chair as hard as I can.

Jude: “You guys are the ones who buy poor children and make them do bad things."

Jude: “There's no point in trying to make excuses. Everything can be backed up."

The nobleman’s eyes widen as I flung the report that contains numerous misdeeds I’ve already investigated.

I dragged him down and stamped on his head as hard as I can with my shoe.

Jude: "Confess. A few years ago, you bought a kid with asthma from a longshoreman."

Nobleman: “Well that’s… Uh.”

Jude: “Confess…!”

No matter how much I hurt them, the noblemen didn't speak.

Then I realized.

They really don’t remember.

When I threatened the servant, he trembled and spilled everything.

Servant: “I buried so many people in the garden that I can't remember who's who…”

When I headed for the garden of the beautiful mansion, I found that only one corner had been dug up in an unnatural manner.

Jude: “…….”

-- So so many. I sit in front of one of the piles and gently touched it with my fingertips.

Jude: “Brother is here... Answer me.”

I didn’t hear anything.

I didn’t even know if she was here.

All I know is that it was already too late.

So then I introduced the nobles to my father and brother, who were still working at the port, sipping muddy water.

(Isn't it great to do hard physical labor with the person you sold your daughter to?)

I had my subordinates watch over as they were weakened by the humiliation of the harsh labor.

I did nothing, I just watched.

Soon after, the nobles, my father, and my brother were all dead.

I killed them all.

-……De.

-……Jude.

Ellis: “Jude.”

(Ellis….?)

(……Ah, I fell asleep.)

It seems that because I didn't get enough sleep, I passed out while sitting.

(--- Even if it's)

Ellis: “What kind of dream was it?”

Jude: “Hah?”

Ellis: “You sounded like you had a nightmare.”**

Jude: “It was a shitty dream.”

Ellis: “I see. Jude is unhappy even in his dreams.”

Jude: “Shut up dumbass.”

Ellis smiles and looks somewhere else.

When I followed Ellis' line of sight, I saw a full moon floating there.

Ellis: "I guess Jude won't be happy until he gets to that moon."

(I know the truth. Even if I went to that moon, I wouldn't be happy.)

My sister whom I promised to is dead.

I can't take her to the moon.

The crazy dream I have is a promise that will never come true.

Ellis: "Hey, Jude. Can you breathe on the moon?"

Jude: “Ah?”

Ellis: "I'm just worried if Jude dies there before I can kill him."

Jude: “You really are fucking crazy. It can’t be helped.”

Still, I only have this promise.

That's why—.

(Someday I'll go to the moon.)

**Just in case this small detail matters (not really but) he was making sounds like people usually having nightmares do. i bet he gets these nightmares often;-;**

*If anything got deleted and i didn’t notice it’s probably tumblr being weird on my ipad bc of storage ahajaj)

TN: OK wow after reading his backstories… my crack theory about jude and the moon some time ago turned out to be at least 70% right? also jude has always been pretty snarky/sarcastic haha even to his younger sister (a little) i have a loooot of thoughts on his backstory but ill dump it after finishing his route. it really is dark and horrible how the rich people bought children and just…. did all that…. i support jude torturing crazy nobles 🙂‍↕️

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Link loses his arm and just... doesn't have an arm anymore AU. Thoughts??

Thinking about the end of the game when Rauru's spirit moves on and just takes his arm with him and NOW Link can't hold a sword, off balanced, having to re-learn how to do so many things. Starting with eating and getting dressed but then moving toward gardening, riding and grooming his horse, *climbing.* Luckily his fish boyfriend will carry him around but

Anyway. Been rattling that around in my head lately but I wanted to see what your big noggin would do with it!!!!

HI FRIEN!!! :D thank you for the wonderful ask lemme take a crack at this...

I've always thought it was a shame there wasn't any lasting consequences to the shit the characters go through in TOTK. I'm thinking about Zelda and the supposedly irreversible draconification but indeed also Link and his fucked up arm being brought back to normal like nothing happened. If it was a result of time reversal magic then surely they should have lost their memory of the game's events, which is an interesting concept but not the topic. Besides Link has gone through the amnesia thing already, so. Let's focus on the alternative which is: Link's fucked up arm indeed remains fucked up and he loses it altogether.

I think Link would take losing his arm horribly. He is an independant person at heart and suddenly losing so much autonomy would be like getting slapped in the face by a Hinox. Losing his ability to fight like before would be especially trying for him, I think. Not only is he independant, he's a protector. What good is he if he can't defend people? If him losing the use of his arm happens gradually as opposed to all at once, I feel like he wouldn't tell anyone until the last possible minute where he physically cannot move or feel his arm at all.

Purah would make a prosthetic for him, but that wouldn't magically make things go back to how they were. Even though Sheikah tech is cool as fuck and way more advanced than what we have in the real world, I don't think it could perfectly replicate a limb. Link would need some time to get used to it and that would be pretty frustrating for him.

As for the prosthetic itself, I imagine it would function in a similar way to the Divine Beasts. Now hear me out— I didn't see any steering wheels inside those things, so I think it's safe to assume the Champions piloted them via some sort of mind/spirit connection. So in Link's case, he'd have to force his own body to make this connection to this lifeless, inert metal thing, and that would be difficult for anyone – way more difficult than, say, being magically connected to the arm of a dead guy, cause at least that had been alive at some point.

Even when he does manage to make the connection, it still wouldn't be all that simple for him because he now has to learn to control it. Which would probably end up in embarassing or even potentially dangerous situations if the arm only obeys him half the time. (Imagine trying to keep a secret if your main mode of communication, sign language, has been hijacked by a limb that's intent on accomplishing your every thought and impulses! or, trying to sign something important when your prosthetic has decided to go limp and dead. And that's not even touching on how dangerous fighting or even cutting vegetables could become.)

By the time Link gets even halfway used to the prosthetic he's horribly out of practice in archery, climbing, horseriding, even cooking, and basically everything he enjoys doing, and that supremely pisses him off. OH and also. He's just gotten used to compensating for the unfamilar balance of having just the one arm and now he has a heavy metal thing strapped to him and he has to compensate all the opposite ways and it's a mess for him. Not to mention a lot of his horses aren't fond of this weird spooky new thing when he tries to pet them or offer them a snack, which is just the icing on the cake (not Epona though, she's a trooper and she loves carrots too much).

Now I know I've yapped a lot but this is where his support system comes in clutch (that said I'm not gonna describe every sage's reaction cause it pretty much boils down to worried but supportive and helping in their own way). Even though Link is a stubborn little shit who wants to do everything himself and keeps forgetting he's able to rely on his friends, Zelda does her best to help him day to day, even though she's dealing with her own trauma (and in my mind, the aftermath of being a dragon for fuck knows how long).

When they are together, Sidon makes a point to show Link how amazing he still is and always will be in his eyes – not because of things he can do but because he's so determined and never gives up. Neither Yona or Sidon are as skilled at healing magic as Mipha was, but they both try to soothe Link's phantom pain as much as they can, and Sidon has been learning a lot about his new powers while doing this, which is incidentally a convenient excuse – if you want to trick Link into letting you help him, you have to make him think he's the one helping you ;)

Okay that's all I've got!! hope this was a nice read despite how long this was :)