#but when he didn't try to escape or lead us to the dungeon i knew i got it and was SO RELIEVED

[killjoy-prince]

SECOND BAD RELATIONSHIP END GET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Locked In

Sebastian Sallow x m!reader

Summary - Request for “Hey! I love your fics they're so enjoyable to read, I was wondering if you could write something where reader and Sebastian get trapped inside an all anti magic room and now their only option is to wait for help but hours go by, it getting cold and they begin to need eachother 😶"

Word Count - 2,144

Warnings - 18+ light smut

A/N - I opted to do this one as m!reader because why not and it wasn't specified. I hope it came out satisfactory enough

In an effort to keep Sebastian at bay and out of any more major trouble, you had convinced him to keep his escapades inside of Hogwarts. He often used Anne as a reason why he was up to no good. You knew that was partially true. The other part of him just couldn't sit still and be satiated attending classes like normal. After a charms class where you learned Ascendio, he could barely sit still until you had a free period. It wasn't exactly a secret that the castle had hidden rooms and paths all over the place, you just had to look. There was a statue in the courtyard that was so isolated Sebastian figured it had to have some purpose. He had cast loads of spells at it, including reparo once or twice, trying to uncover whatever it hid.

"This has got to be it! It's had a feather carved on the bottom this whole time," he spoke to you in excitedly.

It was afternoon when you had the time to go explore and you could barely keep up with him on the walk there. He just barely looked around to ensure you were alone before he cast the spell.

"Ascendio!"

The light from his wand struck the image of a feather and it popped off and flew straight up into the air. It seemed this had caused the weight of the statue to shift and it swung to the side revealing an opening in the ground.

Sebastian threw his fists in the air in triumph before making his way over, kneeling down to peer into the hole.

"There's a ladder here and I can make out a hallway, it looks lit up with torches," he brought his head up to look at you, hair flopping back into place, " what are you waiting for?"

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment before a laugh escaped your mouth.

"Sebastian you want me to crawl into this dark hole in the ground? It seems a bit dungeon-y. You don't think we should prepare first?"

He shrugged, fully preparing himself to get on the ladder and start heading down whether you followed him or not.

"It's Hogwarts, there can't be anything worse down here than we've fought before."

You let out a groan, resolved to following him because you knew he wouldn't listen. He had been trying for days to find out what the statue was hiding.

You started down the ladder behind him, feet thudding onto the stone floor below when you reached the bottom. Looking up you could see that it was much further below ground that you had anticipated.

You turned to see Sebastian, wand at the ready and anxious to start poking around.

"Come on, Y/N."

He grabbed your hand and started down the hallway, examining every brick in the walls to make sure he didn't miss a thing.

"I hope these leads us somewhere more interesting than that time all we found was a pair of goggles. Honestly sometimes it's like the wizards who built these things are just playing tricks on us."

You smiled as he pulled you along, threading your fingers through his for a more comfortable grip. You attempted to be cautious, but really all you were in was a narrow tunnel that didn't seem too intimidating.

As you both took in the scene you finally made your way to the end of the hall where an old, ricket door was just hanging open.

"Alright, Sebastian. Go tell me what your treasure is."

His face dropped as you halted your steps, not keen on entering the dark room.

"Come on, I'll just be twice as disappointed if I open some rubbish chest without you. Are you scared?" he teased you.

You dropped his hand, crossing your arms.

"It looks creepy. This hallway was lit well enough, but I do not just wander into dark rooms."

He looked at you with a pout on his face, "I guess we're not going anywhere then until you're willing to come with me."

"You are 18 years old, Sebastian."

"So are you, and you're afraid of the dark?!"

He reached out to you, tugging on your robes until you reluctantly stumbled past the door with him. The door swung closed behind you as you both tried and failed to cast lumos.

You both jumped in surprise and the second you went to pull on the handle it just fell off in your hands. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, trying to not think about how much you wanted to kill Sebastian. You could hear him frantically trying to cast a spell, but no light ever appeared.

"Y/N..." his voice was quiet and feeble as he realized the mistake he had made.

"Sebastian. The door is locked."

You slowly turned around to face him, only the broad outline of his figure visible in the dark.

"You just got us —"

"How was I supposed to know!"

You yelled over top of each other before both going silent. You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a laugh you couldn't hold.

"I'm not sure why I expected this to go any differently. This is just what happens when I'm around you."

He gave you a sheepish smile, "But it's fun and keeps you on your toes right? Never boring?"

You both burst out laughing and resigned to your fate of not getting out of that door and being stuck in the dark. You started to take in what was around you, but it was clear there was no obvious exit.

The room was small and smelled of dust. It seemed like someone's private study with some books lining the shelves, a desk, and a small sofa. Unfortunately, there wasn't even a whole lot to explore to occupy yourselves. Opening up the books did you no good since you couldn't see.

You sighed and took a seat on the old sofa. Your eyes had now adjusted somewhat to the mostly dark room, you tried a few innocuous spells to see if anything would work, but they all failed.

"Well, I think we may have to rethink this and wait for everyone to notice we've gone missing together. At least Ominis should notice that it's strange for us both not to be in class."

Sebastian sat next to you, dejected.

"I'm sorry. I — I guess that I should have let you stay outside the room. Then at least you could've sent for some help."

"Are you scared in here? You can sit closer to me. It's understandable if you don't like the dark."

You felt him scoot closer to you and you sighed. After having fought trolls and huge spiders, you didn't like admitting you were a grown man afraid of the dark.

You moved close enough to where your thighs pressed against on another and you leaned onto his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and gently rubbed across your arm.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't think there are any monsters in here."

"Monsters? Sebastian, you're literally touching me."

He shoved you lightly with his body and you realized how nice it felt to be so close. Your thoughts wandered to places you were certain were not appropriate for the current situation. You shifted in your seat attempting to hide the tugging of your trousers to adjust yourself.

You sat together for a long while and began to lose time, once or twice you had drifted to sleep against Sebastian, curling up against him and clinging to his robes. Every time you woke up you felt embarrassed and attempted to right yourself, but he would just lean into you a squeeze his arms that were around you.

In a lucid moment, you commented about how it felt cold in the room.

"It must be dark by now. I'm upset we've missed dinner more than anything, but you're right," he sighed.

He lifted you from his lap for a moment before bringing his cloak around you to encase you.

"Is this any better?"

You shrugged your shoulders against him, "We've been practically cuddling for hours. You've held me this whole time and it's still cold. While I do enjoy it, it's just not helping much."

Normally you would feel silly to tell him such things, but it was hard to care too much when you were trapped in the dark and he couldn't see you anyhow.

"Besides, you've got to be cold too," you squeezed his side, surprised when he shivered.

You bolted upright and immediately started trying to cover him with your own robe as well.

"Sebastian! You should have mentioned you were cold, I've just been half-asleep this whole time."

He placed a hand over yours to stop you. At this point you could both see fairly well even in the darkness.

"No, it's, er, not that. I'm fine, really. I wore this sweater underneath my shirt today."

Your eyebrows creased together in confusion.

"What? I mean, I know you must be cold too, but if that's not the problem, what is? Are you feeling sick?"

You placed a hand on his forehead, realizing it was futile since your hand was cold and of course he was going to feel warm.

"No," you could almost make out the ghost of a smile on his features, "there's nothing you needed to worry about."

He guided your hand off of his forehead and rested it on his lap. That was when his eyes went wide and he realized his mistake.

"Oh," was what slipped from your mouth as your hand rested on his erection. You felt frozen to the spot, especially since he had guided your hand there.

"No! I didn't mean for you to do anything," he tossed your hand aside, "I, it was an accident, I don't know why I feel this way right now." He rubbed the side of his neck and looked away from you.

In that moment you felt like your opportunity was now or never to act on the things that had plagued your mind for a while now. You threw your leg over his and straddled his lap, planting a wet kiss on his lips.

You pulled away breathless. You wanted to say something, to let him know if he didn't feel the same that he didn't have to do anything, but he didn't allow you the time. His hand was tugging on your hair in seconds, bringing you closer again. When you pressed your hips to his he moaned into your mouth.

"I think this is a good idea to warm up," he said between kisses. You had no protests. You guided a cold hand beneath his shirt, untucking it from his pants to feel his warm abdomen.

"Keep touching me," he whined. You trailed your mouth across his jaw, down to his neck, sucking and pulling at his sensitive skin. You were definitely starting to feel warmer already. He encircled his arms around you to trace his fingers down your back and grip your ass, firmly pulling your own hard-on against him. Incoherent words tumbled from both of your lips while you desperately felt each other up.

You adjusted yourself to work on unfastening his pants when all of a sudden the door behind you thudded open loudly, a warm light entering the room. You jumped apart, rolling off of Sebastian to sit next to him.

You were greeted with Imelda standing in front of you, hands on her hips as Ominis stood behind her.

"Why have you two been hiding in here all day?! To snog?"

Ominis raised his brows at you both, unable to see the red faces and tented pants that Imelda could.

Sebastian stuttered, trying to answer for you both, but clearly at a loss for words.

"I — we were," he cleared his throat to prevent his voice from cracking, "we were. We learned accio and I wanted to come down here to explore."

She shook her head, scolding you like you were her children, "Did you just figure out that's how you get down here? Everyone knows about this place, they just aren't dumb enough to lock themselves in this room. The hallway is usually a fine enough place to hide."

You exchanged helpless glances with Sebastian, realizing now that it looked like you had come down here for one very specific purpose.

"No! That's not why we came down here, we've been down here all day and it was boring and cold and it—"

She put a hand up to stop you before you could incriminate yourself anymore.

"I don't want to hear it. Just get out of here so we can hand over all your missed assignments."

"Sebastian, why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?"

[elles-home]

i think if sanji and yamato took a moment they could be fast friends bonding especially so on fucked up dads and even more fucked up childhoods

they get so close in wano, after the battles and in that short period before they disembark from the land of wano. everyone thinks they're dating because sanji makes an extra set of snacks and drinks when he seeks yamato out for their late night talks and sanji only makes special snacks for girls and people he has crushes on (and luffy but that's something else entirely)

nami and usopp try to figure out if they're dating but she's so skeptical (nami, who finds sanji's flirting cringe even though she humors it endearingly: sanji? pull yamato? be serious, usopp. vs usopp, who has been on the other end of sanji's kindness and can see how charming he can be when he's not twirling: hey, you don't know what he's capable of. there's many attractive things about him. (that makes nami squint her eyes at usopp so he shuts up. immediately))

but when they find yamato and sanji its the both of them exchanging stories on who had the worst dad. "at least you could breathe," sanji says. "my sperm donor put a metal helmet on my face when i was eight because he didn't wanna see me anymore, announced i was dead to the country and threw me in jail."

yamato, equally outraged, "my dad threw me in jail when i was eight too! with other prisoners of war! i thought they were gonna kill me! one plate of food for the whole lot of us"

they both look at each other, and burst out laughing, at the sheer ridiculousness of it. they have to laugh. it hurts too much if they don't. sanji was able to escape long ago but his recent stint in whole cake island has brought memories he left in a life he abandoned back to the surface, and he feels a bit more brittle these days. more than he had had in over a decade.

smiling softly at a memory himself, yamato offers, "it was scary at first, and my hands were bound. but the prisoners. they were so kind, and helped me escape."

"i've gone hungry before, starvation and at the edge of death. but when i look back, i wonder if i would have preferred one meal and a group of samurai for company, who i did not know would be kind to me, or solitary confinement for months at end." sanji takes another drink. "but i wasnt starved in the dungeons. they still fed me." here he pauses, thinks, and adds as an afterthought. "i think you may have been safer with your samurai than i was there alone. my brothers came down regularly and beat me up, experimenting in new ways to discover just how fragile my human skin and my human bones were."

and now nami was there in whole cake island, she knows sanji's bio family are all bastards and they only let them live because sanji wanted to. but she hadn't known just how bad it was for him. and this is usopp's first time hearing this, and brave as he may be, as he is trying to be, he has always had a soft heart. nami hears a sniffle and sees tears streaming down usopp's face. nami blinks as tears she hadn't known were gathering fall down her own, and holds usopp's hand and leads him away. this isn't a conversation they are meant to hear.

sanji smiles when they leave and yamato grins too. they knew they were there, of course they did. sanji's observation haki may not be able as developed as luffy's, incapable of foresight yet, but he can tell when there are people around.

"they care about you so much, you know?" yamato says.

"i do," sanji smiles. "they could be yours too, if you come with us."

yamato takes a moment. "i know." and he sounds so sad but also determined. "i believe its best if i stay here right now. momo may be in a grown body, but he's still a child. and it would make me happy to be able to discover the country oden loved so much. all those years in onigashima, so near, and i've been unable to truly explore the home i call mine."

"whenever you want," sanji says, "luffy will welcome you i'm sure."

"so he's said."

and they're quite for a while. watching the campfire they built for a while.

"he reminds me of ace so much," yamato says softly.

"ace?"

"i think he was to me what luffy is to you. he would've set me free if he could've. he's so free, and i don't think i've ever laughed as much as the night i had with him."

sanji, familiar with ace, the way he lit up any room he was in, the charm he oozed and the easy smiles he had, says. "i know what you mean. the time he travelled with us was one of the best weeks ever. we were so surprised such a well mannered man could be luffy's brother."

and yamato laughs. because the ace he met immediately tried to kill him.

but sanji knows the sparkle in yamato's eyes, and so he starts explaining how they met ace. burning ships and travelling together in a desert. and when yamato laughs next, it's filled with love and joy and grief. not the kind of laughing you do to hide how much your heart hurts over the childhoods you had. and so sanji talks and talks about ace, informs him of their other brother sabo. the one he is yet to meet, but have heard stories of. he hopes yamato meets the other brother one day, the second in command of the fucking revolutionary army. the one who now holds ace's mera mera fruit powers.

yamato deserves nice things. he's learning he does too.

[links-in-time]

Twilight Warriors - Chapter 6

Dark slips through the Chain's fingers again, but Twilight and Wars get to spend a semi-relaxing night in the Kakariko hot springs.

@st0rmyskies

Usual 🔞 smutt warnings

***

Dark and his minions had managed to slip away from the heros during the chaos caused by the dungeon collapse. Wild and Four blamed themselves for being too reckless. But the others insisted it wasn't entirely their fault. Dark had probably intended to hold them up in the dungeon long enough to make their escape through another portal.

The large central chamber of the dungeon had been eerily empty. Though pools of conjealed blood were splattered intermittently around the room. Black threads of malice swirled through the crimson blood. Wars inspected the pools with keen interest after Wild identified the alien substance for him.

"Is that what he's doing then?" Warriors asked no one in particular. "Combining monster blood with malice to make them stronger?"

"It doesn't sound any stranger than the other theories we've come up with so far," Time answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"I still think my idea is a good one," Wind interjected.

"What, the one about an unknown evil Link from the future travelling back in time to try and kill us all?" Hyrule asked, arms crossed, eyes rolling.

"What? It could happen!" Wind protested, mimicking Hyrule's body language.

They wasted little time in the chamber and decided to follow Dark through the portal. The boys walked through the space between space and into a dusty afternoon in a sandy canyon. A canyon Twilight recognised instantly.

He didn't have time to inform his companions of this fact however, before he had to dodge the swing of an enormous axe. Dark had left an ambush waiting on the other side of the portal to catch them on their way through. Several bulblins armed with clubs and axes blocked their escape. While two aeralfos swooped overhead, attacking from above. Wild and Twilight quickly had arrows trained on the aeralfos, and in a few shots they were lying on the ground. The bulblins were annoying but no match for seven seasoned heroes.

The battle was over quickly but they all knew it had only been a distraction. A minor scuffle to give Dark more time to get away. No one had any injuries, other than Warriors previously fractured wrist, so Time was happy for them to move forward.

"This is my era," Twilight finally announced. "We're in Eldin province. Kakariko village is just down this road."

Twilight pointed in a southerly direction along the road in front of them. And the others followed the line of his finger.

"It's not far. And there will be beds to sleep in when we get there!" He added.

This information was greeted with a great deal of relief and eagerness to get moving. Without further ado, the Chain set off between the canyon walls, their minds already ahead of them. Picturing all sorts of comforts that accompanied civilisation in their world.

Warriors fell into step with Twilight near the front of the group and spoke in a voice so low Twi almost missed it entirely.

"Don't suppose we might be able to get a bed alone in town?" He asked.

"Not sure. The hotel is more of a hostel. And the rest of the houses have inhabitants now. Don't worry, I'll think of something love." Twilight insisted, quickly reaching out to give Warriors hand a brief squeeze.

It took them less than fifteen minutes to reach the edge of town. Wild was agape at how different Kakariko was in Twilight's time compared to his. He missed the vibrant green and the clinking of the chimes blowing in the wind. There was wind here, but it was hot and dry. Clearly Death Mountain had a firmer grip on Eldin during this era.

Twilight lead the group through the town towards the hotel, where Renado was walking towards them along the wood plank walkway.

"Link?" He exclaimed, eyes wide at the sight of the young hero. "It's been months since you visited us here. Where have you been my young friend?"

Renado closed the distance between them and reached out a hand in greeting. The two men grasped hands then pulled each other in for a brief embrace.

"Renado, I've been away protecting Hyrule. But I think I'll be back for a short time. For tonight at the very least. My friends and I were hoping to stay," he explained, remembering the easy way he could talk to people from his own time.

Renado looked past Twilight at the other heroes. Hyrule gave him a little wave.

"Are they more of the rebels from Castle Town?" Renado asked.

"Sort of, they're adventurers too. We've been on the road a lot recently and we could all do with a decent night's rest. Do you know if there's enough room for us here?" Twi replied, gesturing to the hotel behind Renado.

"Oh yes, some visitors from the other regions were here a week ago on a diplomatic trip. But they left a few days ago. The town's been quite quiet again since they left. I'm sure the hotel will be able to find room for you and all your friends." Renado assured them, punctuating his sentence with a friendly confident smile.

***

Room for nine heroes consisted of two large rooms with five beds apiece. Twi, Wars, Hyrule, Legend and Sky were in one room, with Four, Time, Wind and Wild in the other.

Twilight let himself drift off for a few hours to recover some strength, and to let his partner get some much needed rest. Around midnight he roused himself and trained his enhanced hearing on the other boys in the room. Satisfied they were all asleep, he crept across the candle lit room towards Warriors sleeping form in one of the opposite beds.

"Wars," Twi whispered, as softly as he could manage. "Wars, wake up."

Twi waited for Warriors to stir and open one eye before he continued speaking.

"If you want, meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. If you don't want to I'll go back to bed after that, okay?"

Twilight didn't wait for Wars to answer him he just turned and silently left the room.

In the bed beside Wars, Sky overheard Twilight's whispered instructions. His heart twisted with a pang at the thought of Wars and Twilight sneaking off together in the middle of the night. He'd begun to notice them spending more and more time alone together recently. Of course he hadn't said anything. It wasn't really his business. But by Hylia did he want to know if what he thought was happening, was happening. For tonight however, his aching body kept his curious mind firmly in his bed, tucked up beneath the blankets until he drifted back to sleep again. His dreams attempting to fulfil his fantasies.

Twilight was just about to go back upstairs to bed when he heard the kitchen door creak open behind him. The meagre light from the fire and the lantern in Twi's hand cast a warm orange light over Warriors form. He still had his sleep shirt on, but he'd pulled on trousers and boots to go out in. Wars had draped a blanket over his shoulders to defend against the evening chill.

"I thought you'd gone back to sleep," Twi whispered, walking forwards and pulling the blanket a little closer around Wars' chest.

"Nearly did, but I wanted to come see you more than I wanted to sleep," Wars replied, a hint of drowsiness still in his voice.

"Well it's nice to know where I rank in your list of priorities!" Twi chuckled.

He turned and walked towards the fire where a long wooden ladder was hung against the wall. Wars noticed it lead to a high window where moonlight was streaming through the small square.

"Hope you're ready for a bit of a climb," Twilight said over his shoulder. It's not hard, but this is the fastest way up to the cliffs."

Wars didn't ask why they were climbing the hotel in the middle of the night. But it was probably the strangest rendezvous the two of them had had thus far.

Twilight lead the way up the ladder while Warriors scurried up behind him. He followed Twilight out through the window onto a ledge on the outside of the building. Silently, they climbed up to the next story of the hotel. A flat roof allowed them to cross from one section to another, where a shallow slope helped them reached the next roof section. They carried on like this in silence, Twilight leading the familiar way up the building, with Wars behind him. As they moved, Wars couldn't help but glance up occasionally as Twilight's shirt rode up above the waistband of this trousers, exposing his ass beneath tight trousers.

Saving those thoughts for later, Wars looked up again to find Twilight standing on a ledge above him, holding out a hand. He took it gratefully and let Twi pull him the rest of the way onto the cliff top. With the hotel now behind them, Wars turned to look at Kakariko down below. The silent street and little houses still and quiet. Stars twinkle above as thin wisps of cloud passed overhead. The countryside and the mountain beyond, illuminated by the bright full moon. It was a beautiful night, it made him glad he hadn't gone back to sleep.

As rare as it was for the Chain to sleep in real beds, it was rarer still for two lovers to spend a night together. And on such a perfect night at that.

Warriors happily followed Twilight along the top of the ridge towards a point where he could see a gap in the rocks to their right. As they turned the corner a wall of warm air hit them as they stepped into a cloud of mist. It fought off the night air and dragged Wars forwards. He heard Twilight let out a deep sigh beside him as the warmth enveloped them both.

"Welcome to the hot springs. I thought we could relax up here for a while. No one else should be up here at this time of night, so we won't be disturbed," Twilight explained, as he took a step forward.

His movement disturbed the air and Wars followed in his footsteps towards the edge of an aqua pool bubbling away merilly. It didn't look very deep, but Wars wouldn't have minded if he could sink all the way to the bottom. After a moment Wars shook his head. He'd zoned out for a while without realising. Warriors blinked a few times before turning to his right to see where Twilight had gone.

What he found, completely brought him back to himself in an instant. Twilight stood completely naked, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair, his body highlighted by the moonlight. As he turned his gaze upon his lover, Twilight's eyes seemed to glisten as they reflected the starlight. He smiled at Warriors standing frozen to the spot, mouth a little agape. Twi couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"You'll catch flies like that sweetheart," he said with a snorted laugh.

"Huh?" Wars replied, eyes still roaming over Twilight's body.

Twilight giggled at the single syllable response and stepped towards his drooling lover.

"Hyrule to Link? Are you still with me Link?" He laughed, cupping Warriors cheeks with his hands.

Warriors eyes met Twilight's, coming into sharper focus as he stepped into his space. The contact of Twilight's hands on his face felt warm and soothing. He sighed a little and smiled softly, allowing the superfluous blanket to slip from his shoulders.

"I'm here Rancher, I'm here." He said quietly, tipping his head forward to rest it against Twilight's forehead.

"Are you going to join me?" Twi asked, inclining his head towards the pools.

Wars followed his gaze then nodded.

"I'd like that."

"You need some help with those clothes?" Twi asked softly, fiddling playfully with the buttons on Warriors trousers.

"Hmm, if you don't hurry up with those buttons I'm gonna push you in that pool!" Wars warned playfully, giving Twi a dark teasing look.

Twilight laughed deep in his chest and turned his fumbling into a more concerted effort. Twilight pulled off Warriors trousers and boots and a moment later Wars pulled his night shirt off over his head. After throwing it onto the pile of their clothes and shoes, Wars went to flatten his hair out of habit. But Twilight caught his hand midair, with a soft grip.

"Don't," he uttered, "I like seeing you a little ruffled."

"Forgive me for wanting to look my best for you," Wars replied with a smirk.

"I don't care how you look love, so long as you're looking at me," Twilight muttered.

The breathy tone of his voice tugged at Warriors core. Fuck Twilight was turning him on right now. As Twilight stepped away, Wars followed, he didn't want to lose contact with Twi for a moment. But move away he did, stepping towards the pool and the inviting warmth of the water. Wars watched as Twilight took a step into the water. He waded in to just above his knees, his dick hanging just above the water. Then Twilight turned and held out his hand.

"Are you coming?" He asked.

Wars thought that question was a bit premature and he snorted a laugh at his own joke.

"For you darling, always."

Wars took hold of Twilight's outstretched hand. He followed Twi into the water, letting out a soft moan as the feeling of the hot water rolled against his aching skin. It was like stepping into a hot bath at the end of the worst day. Wars closed his eyes and waded into the water a little further. He felt the water rise up past his hips, smooth stone beneath his bare feet.

Twi was still holding onto Warriors hand and he lead him gently towards the deepest part of the pool. The water sloshed against their chests, leaving droplets splattering their shoulders and upper arms. When Warriors opened his eyes Twilight was still watching him with his soft gaze. Twilight smiled at his lover as he watched him surrender his aching body to the embrace of the water.

"You good?" Twi asked.

"Yeah," Wars nodded, "this feels amazing Twi. I'm guessing you've been up here before?"

"A few times on my adventure. Any time I was passing through Kakariko I tried to come up here to let myself take a break." Twilight explained as he ducked down a little to submerge his body up to his chin.

Wars mirrored Twi, lowering himself into the water. He felt safe enough with Twilight beside him that Wars decided to duck his head beneath the surface. He stayed down for a moment, listening to the rush of water over his ears. Enveloped in the blissful embrace of the steaming water, Warriors mind felt free of worry and strife. When he came back up for a breath, he frowned when Twilight wasn't still standing in front of him.

"I haven't gone far," Twilight's voice assured him from the side of the pool.

Wars pushed through the water to where Twi lounged against the side of the pool. Steam rose in plumes around him while the moonlight glinted off the water dripping from his torso. He was gorgeous and Wars could hardly take his eyes off him.

"Why didn't you just swim across? It's easier than wading." Twi asked with a frown. Briefly ruining Warriors picture.

Wars turned his face away as he stopped short of Twilight. Wars hoped Twi would assume the blush on his cheeks was from the heat of the water.

"I um, it wouldn't be easier for me," he said bashfully.

"Huh? Can't you swim?" Twi asked slowly, trying not to make it sound as though he was too surprised.

"I erm, I never learnt how," Wars replied sheepishly, keeping his distance as his eyes dropped to the water.

"Wow, that's kinda surprising!"

"Is it? I grew up in a city remember. No big bodies of water. And all my battles were land based. The need for swimming, just never came up," Wars explained, rubbing his bicep nervously as he spoke.

"I could teach you if you like?" Twi suggested, trying not to dwell on the negatives and give Wars something positive to think about.

He held out his hand and gave Warriors an encouraging stare. Wars let out a sigh and took Twi's hand. Twilight tugged Wars towards him and braced him with a gentle hand to his chest. He kept a soft grip on Wars' hand and leant in to kiss him. Wars sighed into Twilight's kiss and pressed himself closer to his body.

"I'd love that," Wars uttered, as he pulled away to catch his breath.

He reached up his free hand to trail a wet line along Twilight's jaw.

"But perhaps we could enjoy some other activities tonight?" He whispered, his words bringing out a flush in Twilight's cheeks. "I'm sure that's what you had in mind when you dragged me up here in the middle of the night."

A growl reverberated in Twilight's chest. His hands plunged beneath the water to find Warriors hips. Twi pulled Wars against himself possessively, digging his fingertips into Warriors skin. He always relished in the marks he left on Wars body. A subtle sign of their connection. Twilight wanted Wars closer, closer, closer. He didn't think he could be satisfied unless he and Wars were melded together somehow. His semi bumped against Warriors hip, the minor contact drawing out a moan.

"Someone's excited already," Wars observed, a teasing note in his voice. His own erection now trapped between them.

"You always excite me. I can hardly control myself around you these days," Twilight replied, his voice deep and husky with want. "Sometimes I wish I could just pin you down and fuck you senseless no matter where we are."

"The others might raise an eyebrow at that," Wars pointed out with a chuckle. "And I'm not sure the Sailor should be exposed to that just yet."

"I don't care anymore. I hate waiting for the moments when I can have you." Twilight responded, his voice sounding more and more desperate as his eyes drank in his lover. "Link, I... I need you."

"You have me Link, just take me," Wars whispered.

Spurred on by some blinding desire, Twilight pushed himself back onto a ledge at the edge of the pool. His waist and legs still below the water. He pulled Warriors up with him, planting his hands under Wars' ass while his lover straddled his lap.

Wars let out a surprised laugh at Twilight's man-handling of him. He'd never tell Twi just how much he loved it, but having his control taken away from him during sex only heightened his pleasure. For someone who always had to be in charge of every situation, every plan or strategy, Wars felt he could just let go with Twilight. He trusted Twi to take care of him and look after him. They had learned each other's limits and Twi knew how far he could push Wars. He loved him for it.

Wars bit his lip playfully as his eyes roamed over Twi's wet torso and up over his flyaway hair.

While his lips locked onto Wars', Twilight's hands set to work. His fingers found Warriors hole and he was rewarded with a perfect sultry gasp echoing in his mouth. Twi and Wars' eyes locked as Twi's middle finger started to rub up and down Warriors crack. He pressed against the tip of Wars' spine, eliciting more breathy moans. Wars continued to moan and gasp the more pressure Twilight added.

"Oh stop teasing me! By the three it's infuriating!" Wars groaned, throwing his head back at the delicious tease on his ass.

"But you look so stunning like this. And every little sound that comes out your mouth makes me want to fuck you even harder when I'm ready," Twi replied with a chuckle.

After a few more minutes of fondling, Twi pushed his finger into Warriors ass.

"Oooooh," Wars uttered, his back arching as he tilted his head back.

Twilight plunged forward and locked his lips around Warriors exposed neck. His wild side winning him over, Twilight let himself bite Wars ever so slightly. His canines nipping at the miscle at the juncture between Wars' neck and shoulder.

"Uh!" Wars gasped, one hand rushing to grip Twilight's shoulder and the other tangling in his hair. "That's - that feels so good!"

Twilight moved his focus slightly and nipped Warriors flesh again. He got the same reaction. Warriors startled cries fuelling his arousal. Twilight wanted Wars around his cock, to fill him with his seed. To hear him moan and scream and chant his name. Desperate to satisfy himself and his lover, Twilight returned his attention to the hand cupping Warriors ass. He added another finger to Wars' tight hole and began massaging the soft walls inside.

"Twi!" Wars breathed, his words barely audible. "Twi... Link... Fuck!"

"You want more sweet thing?" Twi asked, dipping his head briefly to suck at Warriors nipples.

"Oh fuck!" Wars huffed, tightening his grip on Twilight's hair.

The pull on his scalp was growing painful, but it gave Twilight something to focus on other than his erection. He leaned into the sensation when Warriors pulled his head in a particular direction. He let out his own breathy moans when Wars planted a wet sucking kiss against the skin at the base of his neck. The sweet feeling of the hickey pulled at his core and sent his senses reeling as Warriors repeated the action, once, twice more.

Twilight slipped a third finger into Warriors ass, pushing all the way down to his knuckles. Wars released his grip on Twilight's hair, his fingers reaching out into the air. His mouth dropped open into a perfect O and Twilight huffed a laugh at how perfectly his lover took his attentions.

"You love this don't you," he observed, slowing his fingers steadily to a stop, just flexing them slowly inside.

"Fuck yes," Wars replied, eyes closed as he savoured the feeling of Twilight's fingers inside him. His toes curled and uncurled in the water.

"You want more?" Twi asked, a teasing note to his soft voice.

"I always want more of you darling," Wars gasped.

He started gently rocking himself on Twilight's fingers, relishing the feeling of his ass stretching around Twilight's digits. Chasing the previous sensations which had been driving him insane.

"Would you like to ride my cock instead of my hand?" Twilight suggested, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Wars nodded, his wet bangs hanging over his face, partly blocking his view. Twilight removed his fingers from Warriors ass and reached up with his other hand to brush Warriors hair aside. Tucking his bangs behind his ear, Twilight's hand lingered on Wars' cheek for a moment.

"You're so gorgeous, I can't believe how lucky I am."

"Me?" Wars chuckled, "I've been spending all night thinking the same thing about you."

The two men laughed for a moment before coming together in a heated kiss. Warriors claiming Twilight's mouth with his tongue before biting his lower lip as he withdrew.

The passion between them slowed to a steady humm as Warriors lifted his body over Twilight's waiting cock. Twi held himself steady as he lined up with the Captain's ass. Wars lowered himself, hovering over Twilight's head, just brushing the rim of his hole. His eyes found his lovers, deep blue like the midnight sky around them, as Wars slowly lowered himself down.

Wars relished the feeling of being fingered, eager digits pressing blissfully against his sensative core. Stretching his hole with each finger added. Whereas Twi's cock demanded to fill every inch of Wars' insides. Sitting astride Twilight's lap, with his cock now deep insidde him, Wars felt a sense of belonging. He was Twilight's. The Ranchers own thing to use as he wished. Wars was just along for the ride.

As the warmth of the water surrounded them, easing aches and pains, Wars began to lift himself up. Feeling the drag of Twilight's cock against his hole.

"Mmmng," Twilight groaned, his head tipping back as his eyelids fluttered.

"Oh I love the way you fill me up. I could ride you for hours!" Wars cooed, his voice soft and loving. "Just wanna ride your cock until you fill my ass with your cum."

Warriors words seemed to bring Twilight back to himself a little. His wandering hands rooted themselves to Wars' hips, pinning the man to his lap. Twi locked eyes with Wars again as he began to thrust his pelvis upwards. Twi's cock seated deep inside Wars ass, the sensation of being fucked hard and fast felt incredible.

"Oh Link!" Wars cried out, his voice dulled by the steamy air around them.

"That's right, you're mine aren't you," Twi grunted, quickly changing the sound from a growl.

"Uh huh," Wars nodded emphatically. His hands draped lazily over Twilight's shoulders.

Water splashed and churned around them as Twilight continued to pound into Warriors. Occasionally he would remind Wars just how strong he was, as he lifted the slighter man up and down.

"Oh by the three!" Wars exclaimed, eyes squeezed shut as his jaw dropped.

Twi felt him clench around his cock and watched with satisfaction as Wars came between them. Streams of his thick cum mingling with the water. Wars clenched again and Twilight came with a stammered cry. His cock released inside Wars, filling him until he ran dry. The sensation stretched out Warriors orgasm as he felt himself filled with Twilight's cum.

"Oh fuck Twi!" Wars gasped, gripping Twilight's shoulders as he shuddered.

Twilight rode out his own high, finding Warriors cheek with his hand once more. He stroked Wars' face with his thumb, gazing into the bright blue eyes staring back at him.

They stayed that way for a moment, locked in each other's gaze until Warriors hips began to ache. Slowly he lifted himself off Twilight's cock and stood up on slightly shakey legs. Deciding it was probably not a good idea to be standing on wobbly legs in a deep pool of water. Wars walked to the edge and hauled himself up to sit on the smooth rocky edge of the pool.

Twilight turned his head to watch Wars push himself up out of the pool. His muscles taut and drpping with water as he turned to sit on the edge. Wars ran a hand through his wet hair before looking down at Twilight.

"What are you looking at gorgeous?" He teased, still trying to even out his breath.

"Hmm, a midnight snack perhaps," Twilight mused.

"A midnight snack?" Wars echoed, a little confused.

He frowned a little, catching Twi's attention. Twilight stood up, sending another small wave across the pool. He turned and crouched down in front of Wars. Twilight's hands ghosted along Warriors legs, resting on his upper thighs. He eyed the object of his desire for a moment before briefly tilting his head to look into Wars face.

"I've been working hard tonight. I've worked up quite the appetite!" He crooned, giving Wars a tintelating smile.

As Twilight's head dove between Warriors legs, the Captain let out a soft cry of pleasure. A cry which vanished into the silence of the night.

< Chap 5 : Chap 7 >

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 9

Wallmasters

*Downs cofffe like a shot* Also know as The One Where Legend Did Not Collaborate, and the reason all other prompts are late along with exam season so I'm not fully satisfied with it even with the Hollow Knight ost, the Link Between Worlds ost, tea and spite carrying this. Ah well, I'll just do my best to catch up and maybe rewrite it to give Legend more justice later, this is a self indulgent little series anyway. Having a lot of fun with the other prompts for both Linktober and Linktober Shadow. Legend is my second true Link (Time being the first and Twilight the second), so this goes out for him and his fans, he's such a complex Link and I shall do my best to do him proper justice in the future.

As always can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic, and before anyone asks yes I am making Reader gender neutral on purpose, whatever gender they are is up to ya'll lol.

Walking through Dungeons could be a fifty fifty experience.

On one hand, the loot was usually always good and it could be a pretty thrilling or simple experience, on the other hand, the danger was very, very real, between the monsters and many puzzles and traps, it sets every hero on edge, even if most weren’t used to the structure of dungeons all of them could recognize danger at every corner.

Which was why when hearing a faint skittering from the shadows of the abandoned ruins and seeing Legend twitching for his sword, you were immediately on alert, making sure to speak lowly and to keep yourself in his sights (it was a hard won crumb of knowledge, that Legend preferred to have any members of the group in his line of sight if possible, but easy enough to accommodate and you would not question it, didn’t need to), “Any guesses, hero?”

Legend pursed his lips, eyes flicking to the sides then the open fissures of the floor, undoubtedly leading either to a long way down to the previous floor or many broken bones – most likely the second really with a healthy heaping of painful death on top – and then above, cursing as he shoved you back against the doorway alcove with a grimace, “Wallmasters. You better be ready to book it for the chest when I tell you to, got it? I am not fighting my way back down just to drag you back up. We need to take those out if possible.”

You nodded,  grim as you tightened your grip onto your sword, you knew Legend wouldn't, he'd never be the one to leave someone first, but you could agree that getting separated in a dungeon with black blooded monsters in it was a recipe for disaster.

"One.", you squinted at the shadows above,  trying to make out the scratching of long, sharp claws over stone, vision wasn't always the most reliable sense in the dark.

"Two." Legend's grip on the fire rod shifted, more used to spotting these things than you are, you'll just have to follow your reliable veteran's lead.

"Go!" He snapped, and you didn't hesitate, the door was locked so you'd need the key as urgently as possible-

You jump to the side, a 'SLAM!' rocking the dungeon floor to it's foundations, you slash away at a nearby keese swarm with a curse as Legend sets the Wallmaster alight. It doesn't scream but it does shudder, nails racking over the floor with an awful, cutting sound, leaving black gouges that you are sure you'd hate to be touched by, "Any others?!"

Legend flicks his gaze up,  switching to his sword a heartbeat later  to his other hand and slashing at the smaller hands which rose from the death of it's progenitor, their nail rake over his sword with a screech and bones crunch over his boot, "Not yet, go grab the key!"

You don't need to hear it twice,  quickly kicking the chest open with no hesitation, grabbing the key. You hiss as one of the smaller hands escape one of Legend's guard and make a grab for your ankle, it's claws sink into your flesh and it hurts like hell but you persevere, making a break for the door. As soon as you open it you can work on dealing with the blood and undoubtlety quickly rotting flesh.

A second 'SLAM!' rocks the ground, Legend snarls, cutting through the second Wallmaster with a lot more difficult than he ought to, when it's blood comes black,  backing off from the crawling hands, conserving as much magic as he can as the hand returns to the  ceiling, dripping ink down into the ground, "An exit any second now would be really nice you know!"

"I'm working on it Din damnit!" You growl back, slotting the key into the slot and bashing your leg agaisnt an uneven leg, it hurts but it also hurts the hand, letting you go with a sickening crack of bone, you twist the key and hear the tell tale click of a lock opening, you turn back to Legend with a relieved breath, "Quick, come help me open it!"

Legend nods, baring his teeth back in a smirk as he helps you push open the door, black blood drips in front of you both, making his blood freeze.

"GET BACK!", He hollers, tackling you down into the ground, you both go through the door with a curse, your head almost cracking against the solid, old brick floor if not for Legend's hand, the space where you both were shakes as the wounded Wallmaster comes down, curls it's slashed fingers into a loose fist, as much as it could when burned and slashed.

All is silent, and you both finally breath at ease, Legend offering his hand to you with a sigh, "Come on, let's get out of this thrice damned dungeon already. Make sure not to keel over on me."

You accept, scoffing, hip checking him as soon as you're up, "As if I'd let you have all the fun, Leg."

You and him, however, wholeheartedly agree in your shared hatred of Wallmasters.

If you don't call out the shaking of Legend's hand when he pulled you up, or the hint of red on his face or the way you both stick close to one another as you continue through the dungeon. You'll just chalk it up to poor visibility and the want to not be separated.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 | 𝐫. 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨

♡ 𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕. …𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒖𝒓 𝒛𝒐𝒓𝒐'𝒔 𝒈𝒇 *

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

"I guess you two finally get it. I just used you guys to get what I wanted. You were skilled enough to serve my needs, but boy, were you guys a bunch of suckers," Nami smirked.

"She had you guys completely fooled! It's no use. She's cold-blooded. She betrayed her family for money, so you really shouldn't feel too bad," Arlong heartily laughed.

Nami's eyes went wide, her expression turning sour before she snapped herself out of it.

"If I were you I would just admit defeat and try to forget the day you met her."

"I don't need to. Because I never saw anything in her to be trusted in the first place," Zoro started, smirking.

"If she turned out to be a serial killer, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Fine! Then why don't you just get the hell out of here. I'm tired of your face," Nami barked.

Zoro smirked and shot you a quick look before he pushed himself off the platform, falling into the water.

You knew what he was doing. 

You sat there and listened to the fishmen whisper to each other for a few moments before Nami dove in after him. 

She plopped him back up on the platform and panted, trying to catch her breath. 

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked in a low voice so the others couldn't hear.

"No, what do you think you're doing? You're really just a nice girl who can't watch one guy die. Why don't you quit pretending? " Zoro smirked, coughing a bit.

'That was a stupid stunt given his injuries, but effective.'

"And you might wanna jump in a little quicker next time. I thought I was dead."

"You bastard!" Nami exclaimed, stomping on Zoro's wound and making him howl in pain.

You winced as she hoisted him up.

"Try that again and I'll make sure you die!"

"Really?" Zoro chuckled.

"That's a lot of bandages. You must've been hurt pretty bad," Nami smirked.

"Actually I forgot my shirt. Grabbed these to cover up so you wouldn't get distracted," Zoro smirked.

You rolled your eyes at the joke and turned around as he got socked in the stomach.

'He deserved that one.'

"Tell me. What should we do with this guy?" Arlong asked as Nami walked back over to him.

"Lock him up. I'll take care of him when I have the time," Nami spat.

"Arlong, hey! Arlong!" The blue fishman from before exclaimed, running over.

"Yeah? Well, spit it out. What is it?" Arlong asked.

"Yes, sir. These two didn't come here alone. There was another long nosed, weird looking guy with them but he got away."

'Godammit, Usopp! You leave us for dead and still get spotted?!'

"I think he escaped into Cocoyashi village."

"Cocoyashi, uh? That's perfect. Now I have two reasons to go. It's time to go have some fun," Arlong smirked.

"Wait, what about the girl?!" One of the fishmen on the side called.

"I don't know. What do you think, Nami?" Arlong asked.

"Lock her up, too. Keep them separate," Nami ordered before walking off.

海賊狩

They threw you in this dungeon and slammed the door behind themselves.

They tied your wings so you couldn't fly away as well. 

You stood up and walked over to the window, shutting your eyes and concentrating on your breathing. 

"Secret Technique: God's Messenger," you whispered. 

One of your feathers pulled from my wing and flew next to your.

"Go find Usopp and lead him to safety," you ordered it.

It gave a little wiggle and was about to fly out the window when the fishmen burst into the room.

"Hey! She's signalling something!" One of them shouted.

"Go now!" you exclaimed and your feather took off

They grabbed you by your hair and dragged you out the cell.

海賊狩

They dragged you back out to where Arlong's "throne" is and threw you at his feet.

"So, you were trying to help your little friend escape, uh?" Arlong smirked as he pressed his foot on your back. Hard.

"And I'd do it again, you overgrown tuna," you spat.

He suddenly stabbed the ground right next to your face, but you didn't even bat an eye. 

"You are one of Zoro's crew. It's only natural for well-known bounty hunters to come after me," He started, moving the knife a few centimeters closer.

"Don't flatter yourself. We didn't come here for your briny ass," you rolled your eyes.

Just then, a fishman with really puckered lips kicked you in the stomach.

You coughed up some blood from how hard it was.

"Choo. Don't you dare disrespect our leader, you harlot," he spat.

"So...if I kill you...Zoro will show up," Arlong quizzically stated as he dragged the knife even closer.

"I doubt it. That guy hates my guts," you scoffed. 

"What I wanna know is how? How did he escape?" One of the fishmen with three ponytails asked.

"What do you mean?" Arlong asked back.

"What I mean is, someone let him escape," Ponytail answered, showing the sliced rope.

"I think that somebody has betrayed us. Perhaps it was Nami who let him in. So that bastard could take your head."

They all began talking at once about Nami possibly betraying the Arlong Pirates and you furrowed your brows.

'Is this true?' 

"Don't forget. Her chief skill is deception," Ponytail added.

"Enough of this! You should be ashamed, This is pure conjecture! " Nami shut down as she began walking toward you and Arlong.

"How dare you. You would call me a traitor. I swore I was a member of this group eight years ago. My loyalty...is shown with this tattoo."

"I'm sorry, Nami. It's natural for you to be upset. But you should know. I don't suspect you of anything treacherous, Nami. I trust you. After all, we've know each other for eight years. We're just...a little on edge right now. That's all," Arlong assured, standing up and putting his hands to her shoulders.

"Surely you can understand that. We need to focus on Zoro and his gang of bounty hunters."

"What's wrong, Nami? You're pale. You feelin' okay," Ponytail sarcastically asked.

"As for Birdie here, not even you can save her now. No. Not when she disrespected Arlong."

He pulled the knife out from the ground and tapped to tip to make sure it was still sharp.

"How long?! How long will I be suspected of betrayal?!" Nami demanded.

"You're too clever for your own good," Ponytail sighed.

"I'll have the amount Arlong and I agreed to soon. It doesn't make any sense for me to betray you now!" Nami stated.

"Amount they agreed to?" you asked yourself.

"I know. Eight years ago, you agreed to purchase Cocoyashi Village for 100 million berries. Heh. But I just can't figure it out. You love nothing. Except money. You betrayed your family and your village for it. So, why do you care for this village now?" Ponytail asked, slowly taping the blade on your neck, not hard enough to do any damage.

You didn't flinch.

"This puny little heap of houses. I though long and hard about it. Then I found this in your room."

He held up a map and all the color drained from Nami's face.

"This looks suspiciously like a treasure map. And it seems to be pointing to Cocoyashi village."

"I can't believe you have the nerve to go through my personal belongings. That's my map and it has nothing to do with you!" Nami exclaimed.

"So angry. Is there something on your mind?" Ponytail taunted.

"What is this?!" A squid looking fishman exclaimed from the water.

"Why are all these guys dead?! What happened?!"

"The pirate hunter Zoro did it. Why weren't you here Hatchi? Huh? This could've been prevented, had you been here!" Arlong glared.

"Of course it could've! Had I only been here! It's unforgivable!" Hatchi shouted

"We get it. You weren't here. So you don't know where he is, is that right?" Ponytail asked.

"Well, let me think about it. I saw one guy. Yeah, that's right. He was a slightly suspicious swordsman type," Hatchi started.

His eyes went wide.

"That's him!"

"You did see him, you idiot!" Ponytail shouted.

"So where did he go?" Lips asked.

"He told me he wanted to see Arlong, so I gave him a ride to Cocoyashi village," Hatchi answered.

"Excellent. That means we don't have any need to hurry. He's going to come straight to me," Arlong smirked.

'If Zoro's on his way, I gotta buy him some time.'

You were slowly reaching back to untie you wings when Nami slammed her staff into your face. 

Your nose began to bleed.

"Goddammit, Nami!" you groaned, shaking off the pain.

"You're the one getting in the way. This is what you get for messing with Arlong," Nami smirked.

You spat out a little blood from your mouth and stood up, standing off with the red-headed girl.

"Y'know, you've really disappointed me, Nami. I expected a little more razzle dazzle when it came to your betrayal," you started.

Her breath hitched.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you betrayed us. Hell, you even flat out said that our alliance was gonna be a short term thing. But I figured that a burglar of your caliber would've pulled off something a little more flashy. Like come on now. The girl that hates pirates is a pirate? Shocker."

"Will you shut up?!" She gritted her teeth.

"The point of this wasn't to entertain, it was to get me my money, plain and simple. And I'm not about to let you and your friends ruin eight long years of hard work. So long, (y/n). It's just business. You understand." 

She took the knife from Ponytail and stared you down.

"I do," you sighed, standing up straight and leaving yourself open.

She quickly ran up to your and thrust the knife, only it didn't go through you, it went through her hand.

Your eyes went wide and you tried to play it up.

"There's a large fish in the water that can drag you to safety. You have to trust me," She whispered.

"I do," you nodded.

This little exchange with the Fishmen just filled in the blanks needed to understand what was going on.

Cocoyashi Village is being held for ransom by Arlong for 100 million berries and she is trying to save it, the reason still unclear.

But what you did know is that she doesn't want to hurt any of you, and only is doing so so the fishmen don't get suspicious.

She pulled out the knife and you grabbed the area where she "stabbed".

"Now go and die," She spat.

You slowly walked toward the water, before making yourself flop in it, losing your ability to move at all.

 海賊狩

[echoghost1]

Phantsy Phest 2023 - Day 02 D&D (part 2)

Title: Dungeons & Dragons & Wishes, Oh My!

Summary: Danny wakes up in a forest he doesn't recognize and things only get weirder from there when a bard and a mage come walking up the path.

Total Word Count: 1,747

lol not me adding a new chapter on a fic idea I had completely forgotten about

feel free to read on ao3 or down below the cut

Danny, Lester, and Nathan were still clueless on how to escape the D&D world they were stuck in, but at least they weren’t in the woods anymore.

Danny wandered over to the welcome sign of the town they were about to enter. Something about it seemed familiar.

Which was weird.

Why would he know some random fantasy town? Wasn’t this all just made up?

The familiar feeling slowly morphed into a sense of wrongness. He shouldn't be here.

They should leave.

So why were they walking in?

“Wait!”

Lester and Nathan both turned to look at him.

“I, um, is there somewhere else we can go?” Danny asked.

“No? It’s either this town or back into the woods. Woods that you didn’t want to be in by the way.” Lester said.

Danny looked at the ground in embarrassment. They had already teased him about finding the woods creepy despite being a ghost.

Nathan joined Danny just outside the town limits and placed a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t you want to go to town?”

“I don’t want her to see me.”

“Don’t want who to see you?” Nathan asked.

It didn’t seem fair to keep them in the dark. Maybe if they knew they’d agree with him and they could find somewhere else to go.

"My sister, Europa. She came here to study. She'd already read every book back home. My parents seemed so happy for her when she got the invite from that wizard."

He looked up to the sky and tried to find some comfort in the stars above him, "With her gone, there was no one who could talk them down from their more extreme ideas.” 

He looked down to the dirt road, to the place where his feet would be if he were still alive, “I tried my best, but obviously that didn't work."

As far as he knew, she was still here. Still studying.

He had no idea what she knew or if she knew at all.

This didn’t seem like the right way to tell her. He didn’t know if there was a right way.

He didn’t know if he even wanted her to know what happened at all.

She had her own life now. 

He didn’t want to take that away from her.

“I just got chills! That was so in character, man!”

“What?”

“Look, love that you’ve got some character ideas, but we really should just go find a tavern or something so we aren’t just out here all night.”

He blinked and then it dawned on him that he had somehow just become his character. 

He literally thought all of that was true. That it was his life he was talking about.

“We have got to get out of here,” Danny muttered to himself.

“Danny, are you okay?” Nathan asked picking up on Danny’s shift in mood.

“Yeah, I just,” he didn’t want to freak them out but he had no idea if it was going to happen again. “I don’t know how or why, but all that stuff I just said, that wasn’t made up. That was all true. That’s my, that’s Ganymede’s history. It just came to me. I got lost in it.”

“Wait, you weren’t just role-playing?” Lester asked as he nervously twisted the strap of his bag.

Danny shook his head. “I hadn’t even thought about this character since we played that one time and even then I hadn’t thought much of his life past what was said when I made him.”

“You think it’s going to happen again?”

Danny shrugged.

“Is it going to happen to us?”

“Maybe?” 

“I don’t know if that’s really cool or horrifying.”

“It’s horrifying.” Danny deadpanned.

It was bad enough he got dragged into this, and to be a full ghost on top of it. He really didn’t think that forgetting who he was in any way, was ‘really cool’.

“Okay, so what do we do now?” 

“I guess what we were planning? Go to town and try to figure out,” Danny hesitated, “something.”

“How to get back home?”

“Yeah, that.”

Danny really wasn’t looking forward to leading them all out of this, but he wasn’t sure if he had much of a choice.

================================================

The trio went into the small town of Raven’s Landing and found an Inn but Nathan hesitated just before they were about to enter.

“Hey, what’s the hold up now?” Lester complained.

“You think anyone is going to freak out if he comes in?” Nathan said looking at Danny.

“Why would they?” Danny asked only to get a pointed stare in return.

He followed the gaze downward to where his legs tapered off into nothingness.

“Good point.”

“So what? Do we leave him outside all night?” Lester asked in a way that made Danny feel like he was fine with that idea.

“What? No! I’ll just follow you in invisibly and wait until we’re alone to reappear.”

“Oh, that’s a much better idea!” Nathan said. “Let’s do that.”

Danny just sighed and turned invisible so he could roll his eyes in private.

He did not want to know what Nathan’s original plan was. If he even had one.

The trio entered the Inn and he was so glad he was invisible because he could not stop the cringe his face made as he watched Lester’s really bad attempt at flirting with the innkeeper.

It was really bad.

He thinks she might have charged them extra for the room because of it.

Once they were safely behind the closed door of their rented room Danny reappeared.

Nathan jumped a little once he saw Danny again.

Danny chuckled a little as he apologized. He hadn’t meant to scare him, but it was a little funny.

That never worked on his friends.

“Okay, so I still think we need to play the campaign and then we’ll be able to go home.”

“The only problem with that is we don’t know what the campaign is. Mikey was still setting up when you made that wish.”

“Also, not sure why I’m here either. I wasn’t with you when that wish was made and yet here I am.”

“You know I think I know how you got here,” Nathan said thoughtfully as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You do?” Lester asked sounding as confused as Danny felt.

“Yeah, Mikey had those figures of our characters. He had one for each of us. He even made one for Danny.”

“He made something for me?”

“Yeah, we were thinking of maybe inviting you over for a session. Mikey’s got this sick set up in his basement with a whole table and a bunch of minis!” Nathan started to get gradually more excited as he spoke but then cut himself short, “or at least that was the plan. But I guess we just forced you instead. Sorry.”

[kaylinasher]

6

TW - VIOLENCE, BLOOD, TORTURE, MENTION OF RAPE, MENTION OF EXECUTION

Damien's a complete and total asshole k?

When Lucifer had ruled Hell, his sons had been granted great power in the realm.  When he'd been overthrown, some had tried to grab the throne, and now were in Caligo for their troubles.  Damien had played by the rules, even if that meant bending them occasionally.   He was not willing to give up his power, but after seeing exactly how much of their own his niece and nephew wielded, he knew that he would not be able to overthrow either of them.  That did not mean, however, that he did not rule those within his castle with an iron fist that came down swift and harsh on any who crossed him.

Down in the bowels of the castle, Asher had been hung by his wrists from manacles attached to the ceiling of a cell that had wrought iron walls, ceiling and floor.  His feet were also manacled with a chain that ran through a loop on the floor that they barely touched.  All the way down to the dungeon, Asher had fought the guards to try and get free so he could get back to Kaylin.  He had known that there were too many of them for him to defeat them all, but he had to try.  Too many times he’d seen Lord Damien’s cruelty against those who displeased him, and Asher feared for what Kaylin was being subjected to now that they were alone in her room together. 

When Damien made his way down to where Asher was detained, the black blood on his shirt was indication enough to Asher that he’d hurt Kaylin. How badly didn't matter, the Prince had laid hands on her in violence and the dragon within him yearned to strike out in a violent and vicious vengeance. Straining against his restraints that bit into his wrists and ankles, he tried to lunge at the Royal Prince.  Curses flowed from his mouth like water as he promised pain and death to Damien, who in turn just darkly laughed in return.  He knew the iron kept Asher from shifting or using any other kind of magic.  It was why that cell was used. Containment. 

“You can threaten till your voice runs out, but you can’t do a thing, dragon.  You're as helpless as the day you hatched, the day I really should have killed you; before you could ruin my daughter.  You’ll only get out of those chains when I take off your head in the morning.”  Damien grinned malevolently as he circled Asher, taunting him.  “Maybe I’ll let you live long enough to hear her scream as my entire legion,” he leaned in close to Asher’s back to whisper in his ear, “fucks your memory out of her.”

The roar that came from Asher could be heard through most of the castle and got the attention of all the guards who were in the lower two levels of the dungeon area. All were supremely glad the dragon could not escape his bonds.  If freed, there was no doubt not a demon nor a stone would be left unscorched by his fire. While there were none that would question Damien’s orders, they also knew that crossing Asher often lead to death, and a painful one at that.

“I will kill you before I let you or your men touch her again!” The manacles cut into his skin, causing his yellow blood to start to slowly drip down his tanned skin that was stretched taut over his straining muscular forearms.  He didn’t know how quite yet, but he would figure out a way to get free and he would get his revenge on Damien for this.  Oaths were silently made to deities that he wasn’t sure existed, but he did believe in.

The laugh that came from Damien next was pure evil. "You can't shift, you can't even change positions.  You'll do nothing but endure my wrath.  The pain you feel will be the cost of ever thinking you were worthy of my daughter.  Her punishment will be much more drawn out.  Remember that as you receive your own…" Reaching to the table behind him, Damien took hold of the cat of nine tails that had imp claws at the end of each of the warg leather lashings.  Sharp as razor blades, there was no doubt the damage that would be inflicted. His grin was malevolent as he slowly turned the leather wrapped handle in his handle, already anticipating the joy of making Asher suffer. There was a warmth of satisfaction that spread through his breast.

For the first few lashings he received, Asher did not give Damien the satisfaction of hearing him scream.  His jaw clenched, his eyes closed, and though the skin on his back was flayed open, he did nothing more than grunt at the white hot pain that each strike brought with it.  Behind his eyelids, he was focusing on Kaylin’s face and the firm belief he would find a way to get free and save her.  Even with golden blood forming building rivers that were starting to flow down the backs of his legs, he refused to admit defeat.   

Every hard strike that Damien delivered had him jerking against the chains, soft puffs of dust coming from around the bolts that secured Asher’s chains to the floor and ceiling.  Even restrained, the dragon was strong and fighting hard against the bonds that held him.  But Damien had planned ahead; the wrought iron contained his magic and slowing his healing.  It was only a matter of time before Damien would break him, and there was plenty of that before dawn.  Pain was one thing that he loved to deliver and he was not particularly choosy about who it was delivered to.  Unlike his father, Damien had no love or compassion within him, only a drive for more power.

By alternating the direction of the strikes across Asher’s back, Damien was ensuring maximum damage.  After hours of flagellation, it was not just Asher’s back that was raw, his throat was as well.  His voice long since lost from screaming at the ever intensifying pain and the deepening realization he was powerless to protect the woman he loved.  He now prayed to any deity listening for death, but it seemed that no one was listening since Azrael didn't appear to claim his soul.  How he would have welcomed the angel he'd been avoiding all his life, if he'd only show up now.

When light started to filter through the small window in the cell, Damien decided it was time to retrieve his daughter for the execution of her lover.  He was no longer enjoying the torture of Asher since he had lost the ability to scream and his strength was failing so he just hung limply from his chains.  At least he would get some pleasure from his daughter watching him die, then what he planned for her after.

[portedcannon]

I was barely 19 when the Great War Began. My Father and Mother were good people, a good King and Queen, and a Great Mother and Father. Despite this, they had gained enemies. When they attacked the Castle, my Father sent me and My Mother to a loyal town not too far away. We would be contacted when it was safe.

Whether information was leaked, or they tracked us down with some other means is irrelevant. About a week later an attack was launched on that town. My Mother died in the attack while distracting them from my hiding place. When they left, the town was in ruins. Barely anyone had survived. That was when I heard the crying. I searched for the source, a baby girl in a ruined home. She was stashed away, hidden from the raiders.

I took the baby and hopped on a caravan headed towards the neighboring country, Estua. I spent the next 10 years of my life working on a farm. I named my daughter Cynthia, after my mother. When I earned enough money we moved to the Capital. There I met the Princess of Estua, and we fell in love and got married. That same year her father would die of an unknown disease, her mother having died two years previously. Despite having married into the family, I was the one in charge as stated by the laws of Estua.

I launched an attack on my old kingdom, now controlled by the rebels. No one knew who I was, they thought I died in the siege of the castle. My attack was seen as unjust by both kingdoms. Meanwhile, despite my wishes otherwise, Cynthia became the General of the Estuian Army, by order of my wife.

Eventually, after years of fighting, I got a letter from my daughter.

"Father, I have successfully sieged their palace. Their King is dead, and their remaining forces have retread to the west."

That night I travelled home, my wife remaining in Estua. I didn't know what to do. When I reached the Palace I stood in awe, at my old home. It was different, not like I remembered it, but still the same building. That was when it happened. I was attacked by an unknown assailant. I fought them off, and started searching for Cynthia. I found her in the Dungeon. She explained that a Counter attack was mounted a few days ago while I was travelling. We were able to escape, but the enemy forces chased us. When we reached a border checkpoint at Estua, we thought we were free.

The checkpoint guards were among the dissenters in Estua. We were disguised, I don't know how they recognized us, but that doesn't matter know. They put us in prison until our pursuers arrived. I tried to reason, I tried to explain, but nothing worked. Eventually, I played to the image they had of me. I convinced them that Cynthia was just an innocent child I had brainwashed. They let her go while I was taken to the Capital of Estua.

While I was away they had killed my Wife, and know they were going to kill me. I was ready to accept it, at least I got to see home once more, at least Cynthia was free. Then It happened. The Executioner was shot through the neck with an arrow. Then the Guards near me. Cynthia was leading a group of army men to try and rescue me. She released me from the Gallows.

We were leaving. Heading to a safe place to regroup, when...

Kathunk

It was just a commoner, a boy, about 19 years old. He had brought a concealed crossbow to the meeting. He was aiming at me. He missed. He hit Cynthia.

Afterwards I would regain my power and status. My goal changed from returning home to getting revenge at the people who had killed the two people I cared about the most in the span of a few weeks. If they think I am an Evil King, then I will become one. I will show them just how evil I can be.

You are The Evil King, and you are looking down at the body of your most fearsome and deadly fighter; all you can see is the orphaned baby girl you found all those years ago in the remains of a destroyed village.

[princess-of-the-corner]

That but about Azula confronting Ozai has me curious about the Day of the Black Sun.

Okay okay okay I'm just. I'm gonna go over my notes for the whole ass episode so let's go!

This is mostly happening in Part 2 of the two-part episode but anyway!

The attack goes as they wanted, although thanks to Noriko having taken over Ba Sing Sae they knew in advance that there would be an attack so it isn't as much of a surprise.

But the Eclipse still happens and the Firebending goes out.

The Gaang knows that Ozai has to be /somewhere/ but they have no idea where. The Palace and its surrounding grounds are large, and that's before including underground or even nearby buildings.

So they split up in teams of two because, well. Sure the Avatars should be the ones to fight him, but really no one's gonna complain if anyone else kills the fucker right now.

Of course Aang and Ty Lee are the first group. And ofc nothing of interest happens with them.

Katara and Sokka are the second group, but when their father gets injured the two of them step up and lead the invasion troops in his place. They make a hell of a team together.

Mai and Toph pass by the dungeons and oh hey Iroh is escaping too! They're happy he's alive because tbh they had no idea if he was okay or not. They fight off the remaining guards together but Iroh is like 'Hey I'd love to come with you guys again, but in case things don't end today, I have something else set up so I need to go there instead'.

Suki and Jin get to run into Noriko. They get to chase her around the halls. She's mostly there to distract anyone who came looking for Ozai, and is just stalling until the Eclipse is over and for the guards to get their shit together.

Naturally, Zuko and Azula are the ones who actually find Ozai. And while they should just kill him, Ozai is a manipulative fucker who knows how to keep them talking.

The initial conversation between Ozai and Zuko is very much like Canon. Ozai calling him a failure, saying that he was 'only trying to be a good parent' and 'teach respect'. Zuko calls that out for the bullshit it is. It was cruel and horrific and no one, especially not a child, should go through that. And that whatever he was attempting to make Zuko into, well, Zuko is fucking proud that he's not whatever that. He'd rather be the failure.

Since that didn't work, he turns his focus to Azula.

Telling her that he's 'oh so disappointed', that she 'let her brother drag her down'. He 'thought she was better than that'. He calls her weak for not sticking by him.

And Azula wants to scream at him. To prove that she's not weak. And in any other situation, she would. But this is her father. A man she's been terrified of her entire life. And right now, she can't Firebend. It makes her feel weak.

Ozai's final move is to make an offer. Azula can come back. Be Princess of the Fire Nation, be safe from all of this(be safe from him). It'd all be over.

All she has to do, is to kill Zuko.

For a moment, she hesitates. Because a childhood of doing everything in her power to please her father, to make sure that she was safe from her father, doesn't go away. And it would be easy! Because Zuko isn't even looking back at her! She could easily just....

That makes something click though. The fact that, even though he can hear her hesitating, Zuko doesn't turn. He trusts her. He knows that she won't give in.

She isn't alone. She isn't helpless. She can fight back and choose for herself. And even if she should fall, her brother and their friends are there to save her.

In the back of her mind, she hears what Yue had said when deciding to become the Moon Spirit. That she would rather die than let those she loves suffer.

So Azula glares back, stares Ozai down and tells him "I love them more than I fear you."

Yes I am using that line here because I love it and I can't use it later lmao

Unfortunately, Ozai's plan worked. He stalled them long enough. The Eclipse is over. Firebending is back. And Ozai is still an asshole who shoots lightning at his kids.

Zuko and Azula fight back. Honestly, if it were just them, they would have won. But they soon hear the soldiers coming to protect the Fire Lord.

Which means they decide to get the hell out of dodge.

[lazarettta]

Misthios VII

Pairing (Mother Miranda x Spartan!Reader)

Rating (M)

Word Count (4.6k)

Warning (probably language right now)

You and Miranda are finally moving on to having that long chat that's separated you both for centuries.

The Queen's eyes fluttered open, finally waking with the morning rays of the sun peaking over the mountain. Her balcony doors were wide open to let the cool night breeze into her personal chambers while the two fireplaces burned well into the night. It was a combination of warm and cool that her majesty enjoyed greatly as it helped her with sleep.

Of course, sharing her bed with you also aided with her troubles with sleep for the past few months since your arrival to the region. Wonderful in all the ways she could never have imagined; a warrior and a lover, the two things that made her life easier—and the lives of her enemies that much worse.

It had been well past dinner time when you returned to the castle along with the squadron of soldiers you'd gone with including a Captain of the military who was leading the raid. Part of your armor had been slashed and torn, stained with blood and whatever else you encountered outside of the castle walls.

But when Miranda stood in the doorway of her private bath watching as you stripped of your amour—she witnessed no open wounds for her to tend to or fret over, but blood stained your skin anyway. Even though she knew that she should have the moment she noticed: Miranda never questioned why you'd always have a new scar every other day or why your shirts had the evidence of a stab wound taking place right above your hip, including a blood stain, but all you could do was smile when asked about it.

“ Is everything alright, your majesty?”

Miranda blinked, her mind coming back to reality now finding herself sitting up in her bed currently being blinded by the morning sun. The Queen sighed heavily, looking down at your sleeping form—as always you were on your back with one arm tucked beneath one of the pillows behind your head and the other was being used as Miranda's pillow for most of the night. As always.

Like herself, you were bare as the day you were born...your entire torso shamelessly revealed for her roaming insatiable eyes...and she smirked when a particularly cool breeze swept through the room. She watched the goosebumps rise under your exposed skin, including your nipples making Miranda hum softly.

“ Y-your majesty?”

Miranda, suddenly remembering just what, or rather who, had bothered her before and looked towards the girl, pleased when she saw that her eyes were on the floor.

“ Everything is more than alright, girl, however you may leave... I'll be out shortly.”

A hand curling around her waist brought Miranda's gaze from the closing double doors where the meek girl disappeared through and back to you. Your eyes were still closed but you were starting to wake up, stretching like a feline and again Miranda's eyes were drawn to your chest.

“ Carved by the Gods,” she mumbled, the tips of her nails tracing your firm abdomen with no particular pattern, simply enjoying the light marks she was leaving behind around your belly button, knowing how much you enjoyed when she did that as well.

You saw the thoughtful look on Miranda's face when you opened your eyes but you couldn't stop the giant yawn from escaping, “Morning,”

Miranda smiled down at you, enjoying the way the sun made your skin glow but you weren't fooled by that smile—you were used to Miranda's smiles and this was one of her worries. The sort of smile where she wanted to reassure you while scolding you at the same time. You pulled away slightly, and sat up a bit so you could give her your full attention. When the monarch remained silent, simply staring at you, all you could do was raise an eyebrow...waiting.

Miranda scoffed at the action, shaking her head, “It's ironic isn't it, how we the others tales...but we do not truly know each other, do we?”

You shrugged, smirking at her—refusing to hint at the nerves beginning to crawl up your spine, “Pretty sure we know each other inside and out, your highness.”

Miranda gave you a look, clearly unimpressed, “Yes, beneath that charm and nonchalance...is something quite fascinating, isn't there? And...it seems that your truth only comes to light during battle.”

“ Pardon?” you sat up a little more now, eyebrows furrowed—unsure where Miranda was going with this but you no doubt that it probably wasn't going to be good for you. Especially since you're naked and vulnerable but not defenseless.

“ Captain Ake came to me last night after I left you to your bath, he seemed quite concerned with something...and quite frankly, I'm curious myself.” Miranda's hand had stopped tracing patterns on your stomach, but her hand still lingered...and the moment her index finger traced over the raised skin right next to your belly button, the brand new one, you knew you fucked up.

“ About what?” You mumbled not daring to look down at her hand, and her eyes burned into yours—playing dumb would only get you so far—probably the dungeons if you were lucky. You knew exactly what Ake was concerned with though you weren't sure if he actually saw you take a sword through your gut as it was so dark and everything happened within a blink or two.

“ What I am going to say next may sound crazy, however, Captain Ake is one of my most loyal subject in this castle, and quite sane...he claims to have witnessed you being impaled,” Miranda exhaled slowly, “By the enemy...and somehow managed to walk away from it, unharmed. Would you mind telling me what happened, my dear?”

You stared at her for a second, “And...you believed him? Could I have really been stabbed by a sword and do what I did last night? Do you know how insane you sound?”

“ Watch your tongue! You're still addressing your Queen, warrior.”

“ I'm sorry, but you seriously don't believe that shit do you?”

“ I've been noticing a few things myself, (Y/n)...and I would really like some answers myself.”

“ Right. I'll take that as my signal to leave, your majesty. Thanks for letting me sleep here last night.”

Miranda's eyes narrowed slightly, reaching out to grab your wrist to prevent you from running from her, “(Y/n), do not run from me...I'm only trying to understand! You can trust me, this I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you.”

You wanted to believe her, but you had to learn the hard way that trust was nothing but a word—a word that can be broken over and over. You were too stupid to learn in the past but you weren't about to do the same thing now. Pushing the covers aside you threw some mundane excuse over your shoulder but before you could actually get to the edge of the bed, you were pulled back and pushed back into your previous position. It didn't actually hurt but it wasn't gentle either but you were pretty sure that it was Miranda that moved you, but you hadn't actually felt or seen her move a muscle.

“ W...how? Miranda?!”

Miranda smiled shyly at your bewildered expression—a very rare expression from the Queen but like yourself, she was feeling quite vulnerable, “You're not alone, (Y/n)...and neither am I.”

“ Neither....are you?” Miranda chuckled at your expression and your inability to put two and two together. When you tried to sit back up, Miranda's shy smile morphed into something more amused and predatory because you realized that you couldn't move—and Miranda still hadn't moved an inch.

“ Ah, now do I have your full attention?”

The closer you got to Miranda's home the more treacherous the path became and you'd lost sight of the woman flying low above the trees ten minutes ago—or what you thought to be ten minutes, you weren't sure. Your eyes were glued to the ground, keeping a firm but relaxed grip on the reign of your stallion, Bruce, whispering gently to him. Alcina called him a gentle giant and she wasn't exaggerating. The path was narrow and very unkempt but you wouldn't expect Miranda to make things easy, especially access to her private home.

There was a point that you weren't even sure you and Bruce were actually going to make it across but there was no way you could've turned the massive horse around either, forward was the only way and you weren't ashamed to admit that your heart was pounding hard enough to crack bones. The moment you cleared the trees, Miranda's home finally came into view—and you were not disappointed. It was a simple two story cabin practically etched into the mountain and you wanted to know how the hell she managed to get this place on the sliver of rock.

You'd brought Bruce to a stop just as Miranda appeared and landed gracefully on her porch even with her heels on (you caught a glimpse of them earlier when she started flying). From her porch alone, Miranda had a perfect view of everything . The village, the manor sitting on the waterfall, the factory and of course the castle. There was a light blanket of fog obscuring most of the view, but it was still breathtaking all the same.

You dismounted Bruce easily, gently guiding him to the post next to Miranda's porch. You fed him a few sugar cubes, gingerly untangling part of his dark mane and pulling free a few twigs and leaves.

“Further up the path I have there's a stable for him, we can take him later.”

You turned to look at Miranda, finding her standing in the door looking at you, her expression unreadable and you were too tired to try and decipher it. You double checked the post before steeling your nerves and joining her on her porch, it was roomier than it actually looked and you spotted a hammock on the other corner—not the usual netted sort, it looked like a quilt and quite comfortable too.

You followed Miranda inside, shutting out the cold—the interior of Miranda's home had you stock still at the front door with your hand still on the door knob. The space was open, having the living room and the eating area open with no barrier, and you could easily see the kitchen from where you stood. It was...cozy and warm.

“Surprised?” Miranda's voice brought your eyes to where she was, now half way up the stairs behind the kitchen wall, she wore a soft smile, the front of her robes already opened (you didn't even realize the fucking thing even had a zipper), revealing the slacks and blouse she wore underneath, “Did you expect me to live in a cave?”

“I expected you to at least have a TV.”

Miranda smirked but it didn't reach her eyes, “Are you going to stand there bitching about the lack of media corruption or do you want that shower?”

Your hand finally relaxed off of the door knob, the light throbbing resulting in just how hard you were holding the poor thing. You kicked off your boots at the door—they were covered in mud, snow and probably horse shit at some point, they were filthy. And the last thing you wanted to do was dirty up Miranda's wood floors.

She waited until you were on the stairs to continue up herself while slipping her robe from her shoulders and casually throwing it over her arm as if it were just a towel. “There are only three rooms on this floor. My own, the guest room and the bathroom.”

You raised an eyebrow, “One bathroom?”

“I don't exactly keep guests, dear.”

“So then why the extra bedroom?” you were being a shit, you knew it, but you couldn't help it—Miranda made it easy for you to tease her sometimes (all the time). You wanted to be more bothered over how easy it was for you to fall back into old habits with this woman.

“The longer you stand there being an idiot, the colder your water gets.”

You raised your hands slightly, moving past her towards the door she pointed to, flipping on the light—it was roomier than you expected it to be, dark and a bit modern but Miranda somehow still managed to keep it grand and medieval. The floor was made of stone, there was a grand shower with a curved glass door and next to it was a bear claw of a tub, melded into the floor like it was a hot spring. Across the floor was a single sink and a mirror, and next to it a door where you assumed you'd find the towels and toiletries. Just past the tub, was the toilet though there was a half wall there to offer some privacy and you spotted your backpack sitting on top of it neatly and that finally gave you pause.

“Figured you didn't want to walk around naked or wearing any of my clothes.”

You hadn't even noticed that you had actually walked into the bathroom, admiring it's simple yet beautiful décor or that Miranda followed you in until the shower sprung to life next to you.

She smiled at you apologetically, not having meant to startle you—but seeing you so easily bothered helped put her at ease. Miranda was good at hiding it, but she was quite nervous. Having you so near and so far from her at the same time in the comfort of her own home, her sanctuary—none of the other Lord's knew where she lived, they probably thought she lived in a cave or a nest or something. You were Miranda's first house guest since she arrived in this village.

She closed the shower door, watching you open your backpack—checking through it, and she couldn't stop the small smile from forming after you smirked, realizing that you were still without your weapons. But you didn't make a comment on it, instead beginning to pull out the things that you needed—until you realized that she was still in the room as well.

You raised an eyebrow at Miranda, and her smile only grew but the blonde simply shrugged her wings and tucked her wings tighter to her back as she exited the room, “I'll be downstairs when you're finished...”

“Miranda—”

She paused and you froze, fuck, why did you do that? You hadn't meant to call out to her, but your mouth was faster than your brain sometimes and now she was looking at you expectantly and all you could do was stare at her like a jackass. There was so much, too much, that you wanted to say but where could you even start? Why were you getting this courage in the fucking bathroom of all places?

“Downstairs.” She reminded you gently when the silence stretched too long—you had panicked and she saw that, and instead of jumping on you like the predator you knew that she was fully capable of being—she left you alone to your thoughts and the hot water steaming the room, calling your name. It was a welcome distraction even if it wouldn't be a forever one.

“Being immortal really is overrated.”

Miranda didn't go downstairs immediately, instead making a beeline for her bedroom and closed the door behind her but left it ajar enough for her to still hear you in the bathroom. Miranda carefully hung up her 'Mother Miranda' robe and began stripping out of the clothes she's been wearing for the past two days along with her rings; finally taking off the crown of Mother and just becoming Miranda with every stitch of clothing she removed from her flawless skin.

Standing naked in front of her full-length mirror, Miranda whispered a delicate but very familiar spell she's known since she was a small child and she winced quietly as her wings folded back into her body for the next six or seven hours. The spell wasn't forever but Miranda often used it when she was home to avoid breaking her things as she often did if she let her wings remain as they were, they often got restless if she stayed home and still too long so she just opted for putting them away to save herself the trouble. And money.

When the last two smaller ones on her lower back finally retreated into her skin, Miranda rolled her shoulders to pop out the kinks. She got dressed in a pair of washed out pants and a v-neck shirt, and at the last minute Miranda threw on her dark wool cardigan before heading back downstairs but not before pausing outside of the bathroom door. She heard you humming over the shower and though she didn't recognize the song, it still made her smile.

Suddenly feeling like a creeper, Miranda moved away from the door and went downstairs to start on the coffee she was craving earlier. She got her fireplace going but that all took less than ten minutes and now she found herself back in her kitchen, pulling ingredients from her refrigerator to give her something to do besides fret.

“ You shouldn't be so comfortable with your champion, in public.” Fritjof complained for the thousandth time in her ear—he was one of her primary advisors, having been employed by her late husband, the former King. He was always a bit of an annoyance, but he often proved himself useful and unwittingly saved his own life time to time from Miranda's ire.

“ I was only congratulating her on another victorious raid on a neighboring kingdom that thought it wise to steal from us, or have you forgotten that little fact, Fritjof?”

He frowned, not liking her tone but he quickly corrected his features knowing that they were still in the halls on their way to the Queen's study, but there were still eyes on them, “I...yes, but it sends the wrong message when you send a blood wolf to handle this kingdoms affairs instead of your loyal officers! You make us all look weak!”

Miranda stopped walking, and whirled around on Fritjof, her coat wrapping around her leather clad legs as she did so, and the frail man jumped back a step, knowing that he overstepped a line severely, “A-apologies—”

“ You will apologize with your tongue!” Miranda hissed, “Though I'm sure (Y/n) would rather have your head for all the times you've questioned her loyalty to this kingdom! We're coming up on eight years, Fritjof, and (Y/n) has helped this kingdom prosper more than you ever could've in your twenty years with my late husband.” Miranda sneered dangerously, edging closer to him and the terrified man could only back up into the table, knocking over a vase but Miranda paid it no mind, “One more word about this and I will have you removed. Permanently.”

Fritjof swallowed harshly, beads of sweat forming at his hairline and rolling down his face, and Miranda's sneer deepened in disgust, “Please, your highness, I'm only looking out for the future of the kingdom! It—it needs an heir and a King! The other kingdoms will never recognize your power without either—” his words were cut off when Miranda struck him down, a single line of blood staining a portrait on the wall behind him. Miranda struck faster than he could react and Fritjof cried out in pain, alerting the guards who came running but stopped when they saw their Sovereign standing over the slimy advisor holding part of his face, blood starting to seep through his fingers.

“ For every brilliant woman, there's always a stupid man thing to be found.” Miranda stepped over his pathetic body and continued on her way, rolling her shoulders back when her back began to twinge in response to her high and irritated emotions, and she needed release. “Get him out of my sight and find my champion; send her to me when you do.”

“ Yes, my Queen.” They both replied, one of them roughly hauling Fritjof to his feet and pushing him forward, but not before the man could cast one last glance at Miranda's retreating back until he was shoved forward. “Move!”

The cabin was filled with the aroma of sweet bread and coffee and your stomach was growling something vicious halfway down the stairs after you put your back in the guest room. Miranda had her back to you and you took the moment to stop at the bottom of the stairs to just observe her. The very first thing you noticed was that her wings were gone and she was more relaxed—it probably had a lot to do with her being in her own home, and it was starting to make more sense why she wanted to be in the comfort of her own home for this conversation. Though her argument for privacy was valid as well.

Your eyes flickered around the open space, spotting something tucked in the corner of the living room and scoffed without meaning to and alerting Miranda of your presence, if she wasn't already. She turned from her task of fixing you both something to eat to watch you walk across the room to where the object of your interest lay with a carefully crafted expression.

“Didn't take you for owning a rifle.”

“It's ten years old, I believe.” Miranda hummed quietly, dusting off her hands before taking down a couple of plates from the cabinet above the stove. You looked at her when she didn't elaborate, really curious now.

“It's in pretty good condition, really beautiful...where did you get it?” you checked the clip and saw that there were exactly ten rounds in there. When Miranda didn't answer you immediately, you found her watching you.

“It's not mine.” Miranda set the plates at the small eating table that could easily seat two other people, “I took it from a witch hunter as he was so kind to come all this way to visit. He tried to kill me in my sleep like a coward. He intrudes upon my home and couldn't be bothered to give me an honorable death. The audacity of men certainly hasn't changed over the years.”

Her tone was not lost on you and you knew that the witch hunter was long dead. You traced the steel design grip, impressed at the detail—and distracted.

“Oh, so now you hate men?” Ah... and once again your mouth was faster than your brain could process, and just like that her eyes were on your back—you felt it.

“I've always hated men, (Y/n). I...” she sighed harshly, her eyes turning into a glare, “Stop doing that, you don't have the entire story so if you're done being an ass and running from this conversation—I would really like to clear the air between us so we can move on from this.”

“You mean your truth that you want me to hear so badly?” You chuckled though it lacked any amusement. You set the rifle down, finally giving her your full attention then sighed heavily—a sudden exhaustion falling over you, “Would it really matter at this point, Miranda? It happened centuries ago...we both moved on, why do you want to drudge this back up?”

“Why don't you?” Miranda moved around the table, the coffee and snack forgotten in the moment, but she didn't try to approach you, “I'm not the only one who was in the wrong, (Y/n).”

“Do you think I cared about your status when I found out the woman I loved married a man behind my back and didn't even fucking tell me! I had to find out in the middle of that stupid ball you wanted to throw so bad after we invaded those rebellion villages. I gave you everything and you betrayed me . I crossed lines for you, Miranda. I thought that would warrant enough decency to be honest with me. I-”

You stopped, your face was hot and you exhaled heavily—doing your best not to sniffle, you hated that you were the type to fucking cry when your emotions bubbled to the surface too fast. Especially when the topic is something you've buried long deep in the dark corners of your mind with no hope for daylight again. You just never thought you'd bump into your past like this. And it's been years since you've had to deal with anything on a personal level after your last child passed away fifty years ago at the tender age of eighty-six.

Miranda saw the emotions playing across your face with a frown but otherwise her own emotions were carefully hidden, she was always better at that than you were, and inched closer, “(Y/n)...”

“We've both obviously lived with this hurt and came out fine,” you cut her off, not looking at her but instead at your bare toes with your hands back in your pockets, “What's closure gonna do besides bring up old hurt?”

“No, that's not it at all, I just...” Miranda coughed lightly and cleared her throat,—your question was valid as she's asked herself this many times before, asking herself why she didn't just let you go in the forest—she could've let you go and saved you both from this reopened wound. But she didn't because she couldn't and Miranda wouldn't apologize for it. Because she's always been a selfish woman, and one of her most selfish needs—even when she first laid eyes on you—she knew that you were hers. That never changed, time could never take that away from her.

“This life is long and lonely, (Y/n)...and I've made many mistakes, most I will never have a chance to atone for...and when I saw you,” Miranda looked into your eyes and bit her bottom lip, you weren't even looking at her anymore, “I've lost so much in this life, and I refused to lose you a second time. The first time I was...I was corrupted with greed and power, but I was stupid and it cost me everything too, (Y/n).”

You looked up, surprised by her words, “He took your kingdom from you, didn't he?”

“ You!” Miranda moved closer, though you hardly noticed because you were focused on her eyes that were duller than they were down in the village but just as clear, bright and brimming with tears, “He took you from me. He took us away from each other, (Y/n). I'm not innocent in it either, I...I could've done something about it, but I didn't and it was the biggest mistake I could've made in my entire existence. And I think about it more than I care to admit, I think about you...wondering what sort of life we could've shared together had I made better choices. I'm...I'm sorry, (Y/n).”

Miranda was close enough to touch you now, and this time she didn't hesitate nor did you pull away when both of her hands cupped your cheeks, making you shiver. “Miranda...”

Miranda's hands tightened on your face, obviously thinking you were about to argue again but you were tired of arguing with her, over this...before she could speak, you took Miranda by surprise and pulled her into a tight embrace, both of your arms around her waist and you caught her when her entire body sagged in your arms. You had no idea what was going to happen after this, but that little piece of you that longed for the closure you never got...began to grow.

“I'll stay.”

[diabolik-writer]

Umbridges Punishments (George Weasley x Ftm!Reader)

Harry Potter

Slytherin reader!

(It's only hinted at though)

Warnings : Umbridge misgenders you and slight panic attack

A/n: I originally wrote this for an Oc story I am currently writting. I figured it'd be cute as a one shot too. I changed quite a few things, such as the ending and the name to Y/n obviously. I don't know if I'll post the Oc story on here when I get enough of it done, but we'll see. If you like this and wish to read the original writing/story line for this, let me know.

Extra info: Y/n = your name, N/n = nickname, L/n = last name

Pain spread throughout my hand as the quill slid across the paper. I paused, waiting for it to fade, but it didn't. The pain continued to pulse as I wrote; Umbridge hovering behind me, watching as my hand turned red.

This was the fifth time I have been dragged into her office. It seemed like the smallest things got me in trouble. This time, I was just standing close to the Weasley twins when they pulled a prank on a Slytherin. Umbridge grabbed my arm quickly, ignoring the twins, yanking me into her office, where she had me sit down and she forced me to write with her quill. "You know what to write. This time you will write ten sentences." she announced, her hands joined behind her back as she smiled down at me. I whimpered, imagining what I was about to go through. My arm still hurt from the six she made me write last time.

'I am a troubled and useless mudblood' carved into my right hand as I wrote, making me squeeze my eyes in agony. The words continued to appear, causing a hiss of pain to escape my lips. I got to eight before I physically couldn't take it anymore. My hand was shaking and tears fogged my eyesight. I lowered my head, trying to cover my face with what hair I had. Umbridge scoffed and shook her head. "Two more, dear. Wouldn't want that number to double, would we?" I shook my head quickly, making the quill move again and making more words litter my hands.

When I had finished the last two, Umbridge grabbed the paper and quill from me. "Do you get the message, dear?" she asked, amusement laced in her voice. I knew that if I tried to speak, it would've come out weak and broken, so I just nodded. Umbridge seemed satisfied with my answer as she smiled and replied, "Good. You may now go, Ms.L/N."

My heart sank and my stomach flipped. Out of my seven years at Hogwarts, no one has called me "Ms''. They had always called me "Mr'' out of respect for my identity. I had always been accepted for who I was and I was never misgendered at Hogwarts by a professor. I didn't argue or correct her, though. I just stalked out of the room, wanting to get to my dorm room as fast as I could.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, watching for feet around me and avoiding as many people as possible. I could feel tears in the back of my eyes, making my face feel hot. I didn't want to be seen on the verge of sobbing, face red and puffy. I wanted to get to my room so I could cry in peace.

But my luck soon ran out; as I turned around the corner of the dungeon, I bumped into two tall boys, who were walking together. "Woah! Watch where you're-" There was a pause as I looked up. The two gingers that I knew too well, stood there, eyes wide. "Y/n?" They asked at the same time. I ducked my head down, hoping they had missed the red, puffiness of my face. They, of course, were observant and hadn't missed it.

"N/n? What's wrong, love?" Fred asked, worry filled his features. Pain pulsed through my hand again. I clutched my wrist and held my right arm to my chest. It helped ease the pain a small bit. George glanced down at my arm and gently reached out for it. He took it on his own. The long sleeve of my robe, covering my hand. He rubbed it softly, eyes flickering up to mine, keeping eye contact. His chocolate brown eyes were welcoming and made me feel safe. Same with Fred's. Both waited patiently as I slowly rolled up my sleeve.

They both glanced down at the same time and gasped. They scanned my hand, taking in the, now, scars. They burned as George's grip tightened, causing me to flinch. George loosened his hold on me and quietly apologized. Fred's eyes flew up to mine. They were alite with rage. "Who did this to you, Y/n?" He demanded, raising his voice.

The slight raise in his voice sent me into a panic. My breathing began to quicken and the tears I had been holding back began to pour. My body began to tremble like it had when I was writing. Fred's face dropped and he quickly embraced me, apologizing repeatedly.

George and Fred then shared a look, beginning to lead me out of the dungeon. I buried my head into Georges shoulder, as him and Fred's arms wrapped around my shoulders. I only moved my head to see where we were as I heard "Password?" from a woman's voice.

We were at a painting. George whispered the password to her and it opened. I looked up at Fred in confusion. He glanced down, his eyes shone with worry, love, and sadness. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Gryffindor common room." I backed my face away quickly, making my crying-dazed brain, dizzy. "I can't go in there! It's against the rules. I can't break any more rules." I rambled in a panic. Fred kissed my forehead, we had entered now. The Gryffidors in the room all stared at us. Fred whispered in reassurance, "It'll be alright. They all like you and if they have a problem..." Fred and George shared a look, one that challenged anyone to say something.

They brought me over to the couch, George sitting next to me. Ron and Hermione rushed up to us. "Are you bloody mental? If Umbridge finds out he's in here, we're all doomed." Ron looked like he saw a ghost. Hermione punched his arm and looked over at me. "Quiet, Ron. They wouldn't bring him in if there wasn't a problem. Is he alright?" she asked Fred and George, as I sat looking at my feet. Most of the Gryffindors in the room were watching now with a silent interest.

The twins ignored Ron and George explained what was on my hand to Hermione. George gently took my right hand in his, while Fred talked, and traced the words with his fingers. Harry, who had joined us, sighed. "Umbridge got ahold of you." It wasn't a question. He knew the punishment that was given to me. George looked up from my wrist in his hand, in confusion as Harry pulled his sleeve down. I glanced up in time to see writing scarred on his hand. Some were more faded than others, signalling that he had been subject to multiple punishments too. "She practically takes me in for sneezing. She has this quill that carves what you write into your skin." Harry explained.

George and Fred shared a glare, full of hatred. They were coming up with something to do in revenge. It was obvious. Ron was more focused on the scars on Harry's arm. "Bloody hell, Harry. Doesn't that hurt?" Ron asked, eyes wide. Harry motioned his hand to me, whose face was still rosey and wet from the tears. "Obviously, Ron."

George began to move, letting go of my hand, all eyes fell on him. He laid down on the couch, causing me to move further to the edge to give him space. He started patting his chest, making eye contact, suggesting that I lay down too. I was too tired to think a lot, so I just moved and laid down in between his legs with my head on his chest. George ran his fingers through my hair and I sighed happily. Closing my eyes, the tension in my body slowly disappeared. Around me, I heard Ron, Hermione, and Harry leave, going back to whatever they had been doing previously, Fred likely joining them.

George watched as I relaxed, finally safe from Umbridge's punishments in his arms. My breathing calmed and the feelings in my hand faded as George mumbled a spell to relieve the pulsing pain. I took a deep breath, sinking further into the couch and George. My mind slowed and I started falling into a deep sleep. George's hand continued to run through and play with my hair until he fell asleep as well. 

[megsironthrone]

Meg's Game of Tales: Tale 12

*Familiar Characters are NOT mine! The original story of "Sleeping Beauty" was written by The Brothers Grimm.*

Warnings: Sleeping Beauty AU, kissing w/o explicit consent(consent is sexy people!), magic, angst. POV switches

Pairings: prince!Edmure Tully x princess!reader

When you were but an infant, an evil mage placed a curse on you. You were cursed to die at the age of sixteen by pricking your finger on a spinning wheel. It sent your father and mother into a panic. While destroying every spinning wheel in the kingdom, the king turned to three other magical creatures in hopes they could remove the curse. They couldn't. But they were able to change it. Unfortunately, that still meant you were in danger. So even though it killed them to do it, your parents sent you away into hiding. You were not to return until after your sixteenth birthday.

*sixteen years later*

Edmure rode away from the castle, desperate to get away. After traveling for days to get there, Edmure had been immediately stifled by the planning of his wedding. To a princess he'd met once! When she was a baby and he wasn't much older! Edmure hadn't understood when he was young why the princess had suddenly disappeared and now that he was older, it didn't matter. He didn't want to marry you. Sometimes he hated being the only prince in the family.

Edmure urged his horse to stop when he reached the woods. He didn't know what he would do out here, but he needed the breathing space. He dismounted and lead his horse over to the nearby stream. After splashing water on his face, Edmure heard a sound. It was soft at first but gradually grew louder. Singing. Someone was singing.

Although he wasn't curious by nature, Edmure found it odd for someone to randomly be singing in the woods. After giving his horse a pat on the neck, Edmure followed the sound of the voice. It didn't take him long to locate the source. A woman. She was walking so gracefully, it was almost like a dance. A soft song escaped from her lips and called to him like a siren.

Edmure shook his head at himself. He'd always been something of a romantic as a younger man. It seemed that hadn't stopped as he grew older. He watched for a moment longer before deciding he was being creepy and decided to leave the young woman to her devices. Unfortunately, as Edmure moved to return to his horse, he stepped on a fallen twig and snapped it, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet woods.

"Who's there?!" Edmure cursed under his breath before revealing himself. "My apologies for startling you, Miss. I heard you singing." The woman let her shoulders lower. "I didn't realize I was singing so loudly. I should go and leave you to your plans." She turned to leave, but Edmure called out for her to stop. He wasn't sure why exactly. Maybe he just wanted to talk to someone outside the palace life.

YOUR POV

You faced the strange man and bit your lip. You knew you should return to your cottage with your aunts, but you NEVER got to talk to anyone outside of the three of them. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you nodded and set your basket down. You followed after and patted the grassy space next to you.

Your stranger sat with only minor hesitation. From there, the two of you spoke at length. You learned your stranger was a prince. It seemed you learned so much about him in such a small amount of time. As the sun began to set, you found yourself not wanting to part from his company. Still you knew you needed to return home before it got too dark. The woods was a treacherous place in the dark.

With a sigh, you got up and brushed off your skirts. Your prince rose as well with a frown on his face. "I'm afraid I must go." You moved to leave, but he gently took your hand. "Will I see you again?" You smiled and nodded lightly. "Tomorrow is my birthday. Perhaps you could come then? I live in the little cottage in the glen." He agreed happily. You bid him farewell and quickly returned home.

The smile never left your face as you enjoyed the evening with your aunts. It even stayed as you began making your way to your bed. And when the questioned you, you didn't want to say anything. You knew they'd be upset and you'd always been a terrible liar. They kept on until you finally admitted that you met someone. "He's coming here tomorrow to meet you all." Your aunts exchanged worried glances. "I-I think you'd better sit down. There's something you need to know."

EDMURE'S POV: The next day

There was a spring in Edmure's step as he headed out. He couldn't wait to see his mysterious woman again. As he was about to ride off, Edmure's uncle stepped out. "And just where do you think you're going? The princess is returning home this evening!" Edmure grimaced. He had honestly forgotten about the princess.

"Sorry, Uncle. I shall return later, but I have an engagement elsewhere." His uncle's eyes narrowed. "This wouldn't have anything to do with your disappearing act yesterday?" Edmure tried to keep his expression neutral. "Because you are getting married," his uncle continued, "You have no time for mucking about now." Edmure clenched his fist by his side.

"Uncle, for once in my life I have something to look forward to. I met a lovely young lady. One I could see myself being wed to and happy with. I don't know the princess and I may refuse to wed her once we finally do meet. I want this one thing." Edmure's uncle scoffed. "Then take the girl on as a mistress, but you will marry the princess." Edmure watched his uncle walk away without giving him the chance to retort.

Anger coursed through Edmure's veins at his uncle audacity. His new friend was too good to be a mistress. He wouldn't do her the dishonor of even suggesting such a thing. He hoped the walk to the cottage would help him calm down enough to enjoy her birthday with her. With that hope in mind, Edmure headed out to the woods once again.

When he reached the cottage, something seemed off. The inside was dark, not even a candle in the window or smoke billowing from the chimney. Edmure drew his sword as he entered the cottage. Not that it did any good. A trap had been set. He couldn't believe it. Had she done this?

"Well, well. This is a surprise. I set my trap for a peasant and instead, I catch a prince. We have much to discuss, Prince Edmure." Edmure recognized the mage from the stories he'd heard. This was the mage that had cursed the princess. Edmure didn't have a chance to ask before he was pulled from the cottage toward the dark, towering castle that loomed in the distance. The mage didn't speak again until Edmure was chained to the walls of a cell in the dungeon of the crumbling palace.

The mage stood across from him with a smug grin. "Why am I here? What does the girl from the cottage have to do with this?" Edmure growled out. The mage looked surprised for a moment before laughing. "You haven't figured it out? She is the princess! And my curse will come to fruition tonight!" Edmure shook his head.

"No it won't! Even if she is the princess, true love's kiss will wake her!" Another dark chuckle escaped the mage's lips. "Except her true love is right here. And here is where you will remain until you are too old to make the journey back to the castle. Oh, you'll try, of course, but you will be weak. Still, you oh valiant prince will not give up. I have seen it. After all, in the case of true love, 100 years is but a day. So, you will leave here and you will make the journey. And you. Will. Fail. The princess will sleep for an eternity!" The mage's cackle echoed through the dungeons as they left Edmure alone.

Edmure's thoughts bounced all over the place. If what the mage said was true, there was no hope. But he couldn't believe that. There had to be a way to save you. Edmure sat, ignoring the clanking of the chains, as he thought of ways he could get out. He had no idea what time it was or how long until sunset. Even if he did manage to escape, who's to say it wouldn't be too late? As every hour passed, Edmure's hope began to dwindle.

Just as Edmure's positivity was running out, a small flash of light caught his attention. As he looked up, two more flashes had him blinking rapidly. When he could see clearly again, Edmure nearly jumped out of his skin. Three obviously magic-wielders stood before him.

"Prince Edmure. We've come to rescue you. The princess is already sleeping. You're the only one who can help her." Edmure stared for a moment. "But, what if I'm not her true love? What if I am?! I don't want to force this on her…on Princess Y/N…I can't believe that the girl is actually the princess."

"We really don't have time for this, my prince. We have to move before the mage discovers we're here. If we can get out without being noticed, you would not have to take on the mage without reinforcements." Edmure stood as one of his saviors used magic to rid him of the chains keeping him in the cell. They all used their magic to summon a sword and shield. Edmure felt powerful(though he was grateful they hadn't summoned a bow. He wasn't really good with those) and he felt like he really could save his mystery girl. That he could save you.

Unfortunately, Edmure's exit wasn't exactly quiet and he ended up having to handle all the mage's little minions and then the mage themselves. It took everything in him and he was certain he nearly died several times. But eventually, Edmure was victorious. He was coated in sweat and dirt, but that was the last thing on his mind. He had to get to you.

The magic-wielders, who Edmure learned were the people that raised you, told Edmure where they'd placed you. Edmure stopped short when he saw you laid out on the bed. You looked so different than you had in the woods. Still, beautiful, but different. Edmure knew what he had to do next, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. He didn't exactly have your consent in this.

With a sigh, Edmure at least decided to clean his face first. He moved to the basin and washed quickly. Once he was cleaned up, he came back over to you. "I am so sorry for this. I hope you will be able to forgive me," he whispered. Leaning forward, Edmure pressed his lips to yours in a soft and quick kiss. Your eyes fluttered open and you gave him a smile.

"I forgive you," you said softly, "But if you ever kiss me without permission again, I will hurt you." Edmure let out a relieved chuckle. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Princess." You sat up and threw your arms around him. "Thank you for saving me."

[boxofbadaddiction]

Not According to Plan

George Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 4 & 11

"Hi I'm [Y/N or Character] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable."

"Ah, Humour based on my pain. Aha-ha-ha."

Warnings: Swearing

If you thought about it, had the teachers really cared about students roaming the castle at night, they'd certainly have worked harder to ensure breaking curfew wasn't so easy.

Night was when the castle was most fun, after all.

Running from Filch. Stealing food from the kitchens. Star gazing from the balcony of the North Tower. All far too tantalising to resist.

For [Y/N] in particular.

Exploring the ancient building in the late hours of the night had become somewhat of a habit for her. Sneaking out of her dormitory while her room-mates slept peacefully in their beds she relished in the feeling of freedom which enveloped her every sense in the cool night air.

Her favourite activity by far had to be antagonising Peeves in the Dungeons before stargazing with a hot chocolate held firm between her freezing palms.

Tonight however didn't quite go to plan.

Screwing with the prankster Poltergeist took an unforeseen turn resulting in her currently hauling ass from the doom and gloom of the Dungeons.

Apparently her weekly routine had become far too predictable as Peeves had been waiting for her tonight. Hell bent on revenge he was accompanied by none other than one Severus Snape. Not what she was expecting as she casually rounded the corner, safe to say her feet had never changed direction so fast. Nearly falling over herself as she ran.

"THERE!" Peeves bellowed seeing her sprinting form disappear from the corridor.

The sound of Snape shouting, hot on her heels willed her legs to carry her faster. To pump her arms harder as she bounded up a flight of stairs in a hidden passage which led directly to the third floor.

She fell against a large stone pillar, hand on her side trying to dull the aching cramp that'd formed in her ribs and swallowing thickly to ease the burning of her now dry throat.

Content that she had put enough distance between herself and the fuming Head of Slytherin House, [Y/N] composed herself. Strolling leisurely down the hall with a relieved chuckle coming from her throbbing throat, heading toward the kitchens, she could really use that drink now.

But tonights surprises didn't end there.

Mind too fixed on her narrow escape [Y/N] failed to register the rapidly approaching sound of footsteps barrelling down the adjoining hallway. Next thing she knew she had collided with someone and fell hard to the floor.

"Ah, fuck" a pained voice groaned near her.

[Y/N]s body had never felt as heavy as it did in that moment. Laying face down on the ground her arms moved to lift herself. Shaking her head to clear her blurred vision and dull the ringing in her ears that echoed in her mind from the sudden collision.

[Y/N] squinted toward the source of her injury but could only just make out a figure.

A boy laid sprawled on his back, one knee in the air with an arm slung across his abdomen. Given the difficulty in which he tried to pull himself upright and the way his other hand massaged the back of his head [Y/N] gathered he was in an equal amount of pain.

The flaming red hair was a dead give away, although she already had her suspicions in who the likely culprit was. Only two other people in this school seemed to share her affinity for breaking curfew. The Weasley Twins. Until now however she never had the pleasure of making either pranksters acquaintance. She was, after all, a year below the pair and from another House.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked. He had managed to roll himself onto his side propped up by his elbow he eyed the girl concernedly. She was now resting on her knees, hands supporting her while her body hung heavy like dead weight making her arms quake under the pressure.

"Peachy" her voice sounded as if she'd been winded during the fall, "I've always wondered what the Castle floors taste like. Now I know...they taste like shit."

The redhead laughed at her sarcasm, "Glad I could help clear that up for you then." With a groan he rose to his feet, quickly peering back around the corner from which he came before holding his hand out for the stranger to take. Accepting gladly she used his strength to pull herself from the cold ground.

"Talk about ways to take a girls breath away." She muttered to herself but given the cocked expression on his face the boy had heard. She wasn't sure if he were amused or not.

Taking her hand from his [Y/N] placed both of hers on her lower back and stretched her aching muscles while the joints in her spine cracked in several places. Moaning lightly at the tension it relieved.

"If I were to hazzard a guess, I'd say you were running from Filch."

"That'd be a pretty good guess" he smiled shyly as if unsure how she were about to react.

Lifting her gaze to meet his she found the expression to be one of unease and awkwardness. It looked out of place on the face of one half of the notorious Weasley Twins.

"The rumours are true, Weasley's really do know how to knock a girl off their feet."

His face contorted into a mixture of confusion and amusement. Given the circumstances he'd been awaiting a lecture or to be scolded for his recklessness which ended up rather painful for the both of them. Humour was not something he expected to come from her. An impressed grin snuck it's way onto his lips, the Twins always admired a person who could make light of a tense situation.

The silence and look on his face spoke differently to [Y/N], she felt she must have said the wrong thing. The whole encounter was far too awkward for her liking. Bouncing on the balls of her feet she let out a long breath through mostly closed lips as she gently punched her palm contemplating her next words. She had to think of something...anything to say that could recover.

"Hi, I'm [Y/N] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." She reached her hand out to shake his. To her great relief he laughed while taking it. "George" he answered simply.

"What's a girl like you doing out at a time like this?" Raising his brow with a cheeky grin he placed his hands in his pockets.

"Same as you it'd appear."

"Running from Filch?"

"Snape actually." George's eyes went wide at the words.

"You dare tempt to best the Devil?" Silent laughter radiated through his body as he smiled in shock.

"Well to be totally honest, he wasn't in my plans. But Peeves got the better of me."

"Peeves?"

"Annoying him has become somewhat of a hobby of mine", [Y/N] shrugged, "guess he finally had enough. He had Snape waiting for me."

"The little snitch." The two laughed.

For two people who had just met, in a rather abrupt and unpleasant manner, they were surprised at how easily conversation flowed between them.

Leaning casually against the corridor wall they spoke a little back and forth while George relayed his evenings events and how he suddenly found himself unaccompanied by his brother. It wouldn't have stopped there, had it not been for the arrival of Mrs Norris and the sound of Filchs voice carrying down the hall putting a stopper in their laughter.

Staring wide eyes from the cat back to one another they took off in a sprint. George made to turn down the passage [Y/N] ascended previously before she grabbed his hand "Not there. That's where I ditched Snape he'll be down there for sure!"

Thinking quickly George took the lead, hand still clasped firmly in hers. Dragging [Y/N] close behind him they ran through the courtyard to the Trophy room.

Hiding beside an old cabinet [Y/N] and George fought hard to recapture their breaths dropping each others hand, [Y/N]s clutched her chest as George steadied himself against the wall.

"That's...the second time" [Y/N] strained to speak through burning breaths, "second time you've left me breathless tonight." She chuckled swallowing hard afterwards. "That's so corny" George coughed feeling like his lungs were full of sand.

When their ability to speak without pain finally returned the two soon found they had a lot in common. George was in awe of how [Y/N] could make light of any situation. She seemed to ooze positively and, much like he and his brother, always tried to make people laugh because, in her words, "What's life without laughter? Fucking boring." He could feel himself falling as he hung from her every word. Every giggle. Every smile. He couldn't take his eyes off her, till a blinding light from over her shoulder appeared pulling his attention. A teacher. He couldn't stand to see her end up in detention so, panicking, he did the only thing he could think of. Cutting [Y/N] off mid sentence he shoved her into the hidden compartment he knew lay behind the cabinet. He and Fred had used it many times before, though it wasn't exactly spacious it served it's purpose as a temporary refuge from angry teachers or prefects.

Eliciting a sudden squeal from [Y/N] as she had remained blissfully unaware of the approaching punishment he closed the cabinet behind her, leaning against it in a casual way just as the teacher turned into the hall.

"WEASLEY!" They yelled. Snape. Of course it'd be Snape he thought.

"PROFESSOR!" he mockingly yelled back with an innocent smile he straightened himself off the cabinet.

"Mind explaining as to why you are roaming the castle well past curfew?"

"Just fancied paying the trophies a visit sir." The familiar creak of wood sounded through the space as [Y/N] had obviously pressed against the other size of the cupboard, turning both men's attention. Georges eyes were wide as Snapes brows furrowed in confusion.

"Haven't seen them in so long you see. Thought they must have been missing me." He shouted slightly leaning all his weight back against the wood to stop it moving and to draw Snapes attention back to him.

"Mhmm. Where's your brother?" The Slytherin asked with a stern expression.

"Bed I imagine." a light tapping noise began to sound coming from the direction of the cabinet once again. George shifted his position so as to strum his fingertips against the old wood to compensate.

"A likely story."

"Sir, it is quite late you realise?"

"I'm aware." Snape was growing tired of the redheads cheek "50 points will be taken from Gryffindor and, seeing as you're so taken by them, detention this weekend shall be served polishing every last trophy in this room. Should give you plenty of time to be...reacquainted." the greasy haired man smirked triumphantly.

"You're too kind, sir" George forced a smile.

"Return to your house immediately and, should you run into him, before I do, drag your dimwitted other half with you." With a nod and two finger saltue George glared at his potions teacher, watching him stride away dramatically.

He was still glaring when he heard a loud knock come from the hiding place.

"Oh right" he fumbled upright opening the way slowly. He peered in to see [Y/N] leant back against the wall with arms folded and a much more playful glare than the one George was sporting moments ago. "Ah, come to let me out have you?" She jested.

"I'm sorry, Severus came waltzing by and-"

"Oh, I know."

"You know?"

"He always patrols the trophy room at 12pm Thursday nights."

"Well why the bloody hell didn't you tell me!?"

"Same reason I kept tapping on the back of the cabinet...I wanted to make things difficult for you." The girl grinned wickedly.

Georges mouth fell open. "To think, I was trying to save you from detention." He laughed.

"Yes I did hear that part actually. Be sure to put your elbows into it, some of these old cups are quite tarnished." She ran her finger over the glass of the neighbour display as she walked out past him.

"Ah, humour based on my pain. Aha-ha-ha."

[Y/N]s head dropped as she laughed at his sarcasm before turning to him while he leant back against the cabinet to close it's hiding place. Looking down at her [Y/N] blushed under the weight of his stare, biting her lip to restrain the giddy smile trying to break through.

"Want to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?"

The question took her by surprise. The butterflies in her stomach making her uncomfortable.

"Ah, You have detention." She reminded him.

"So?"

"How do you plan on getting out of the Castle?"

"I have my ways." He shrugged with a smug look on his face.

[Y/N]s tongues traced her lips before pulling her bottom one through her teeth, the experience was calling to her like breaking curfew. She did love to break the rules.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He seemed astonished by her answer, and brought himself off the cabinet.

"Yeah, okay. I'd love too." [Y/N] was smiling brightly now at the prospect of spending more time with George.

"Great! Meet me here at 10 on Saturday?"

She nodded the only reply she seemed capable of giving as the butterflies in her stomach took over her whole body.

"Great. Well I better go find my 'dimwitted other half' let him know that Snapes after us." He joked "I'll see you then." He placed a quick kiss to her cheek.

Her hand came to the place where his lips had met her skin as the familiar warmth of a blush spread over her face. She turned to watch him leave, he must have expected her to as he looked over his shoulder shooting her a wink before leaving around the corner.

Tonight was surprising to say the least. And not a thing had gone to plan. But [Y/N] wouldn't have changed a second of it for the world.

[tomishaped]

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence • Major Character Death

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Supernatural

Relationship:

Dean Winchester!Izzy Hlton

Characters:

Dean Winchester • Izzy Hilton • Sam Winchester • Asmodeus • Dagon • Demons • Hellhound • Ellen Harvelle • Jo Harvelle • Hunters • Crowley • Charlie Bradbury • Bobby Singer • Ruby • Death • Pestilence • Famine • War • Castiel • Angels • Cain

Additional Tags:

Demon Dean Winchester • Demon Sex • Kidnapping • Gay Sex • Blood • Blood Kink • Hate Sex • Love/Hate • Major Character Injury • Major Original Character(s) • Character Death • Past Child Abuse • Past Rape/Non-con • Past Sexual Abuse • Past Torture • Past Violence • Canon-Typical Violence • Violence • Protective Dean Winchester • Bisexual Dean Winchester • Top Dean Winchester • Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings • Izzy is too • Emotional Hurt/Comfort • Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Summary:

After being pulled out of hell Dean realizes quickly that the four months he had been gone made way for a lot of changes in the lives of everyone he knows, including the life he had known for himself before he died. Nobody was treating him the same, and there was seriously something going on with his brother that he could not figure out. He was spending most of his time alone nowadays, not really hunting anymore since Bobby and Sam were against it for him, and spending most of his time drinking instead to try and forget. He was angry, pretty much all the time. That anger really worked in his favour though when walking back to the impala he came across a freaking hoard of demons getting ready to attack some blond chick. He didn't know who she was or what the hell all the demons wanted with her, but there was no way he could just walk away. Maybe if he had any idea what trying to save this person was going to lead too he would have just walked away, maybe if he had actually given any thought to the situation before him he wouldn't have put himself in the middle of it, but even before hell he made impulsive and rash decisions... so maybe not.

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Chapter One: A Hoard of Demons 

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Izrael had been one of those very rare and few humans to become a demon without having died and spending hundreds of years in hell. He couldn't tell you how it happened though, he didn't remember much at all about being a human. Actually, he didn't remember anything at all about his human life. His first memory is just waking up in some sort of dungeon, a captive of one of the Princes of Hell, Asmodues. He remembered the surprised look on the prince's face when he realized that his little pet was no longer a human. He was staring through the bars at a very confused little blond with black eyes sitting cross legged in the center of the cage. "Who are you?" Izrael had asked him. Asmodeus quickly realized that his little pet had no memory of anything at all, and really that worked in the demon’s favour. He had been able to mold the little blond into absolutely anything he wanted after that, and Izrael listened to him since he had no recollection of the years of abuse he had received from the prince. Instead of the cruel and vicious memories he had previously, his first encounter with the man now was of tqhe person who let him out of a tiny cage. He was grateful to him instead of fearing and hating him.

Asmodues had known his little blond was going to be powerful in some way, any human who turned demon without dying and spending hundreds of tortured years in hell was- not there were actually many of them running around. It was actually incredibly rare. The prince had the perfect weapon in his pet demon, and he planned on using the blond to help take out anyone in his way. No one knew Izrael existed after all, and he could and did keep him a secret while he trained up the young demon. Izrael learned quickly, he was fast and ruthless and ridiculously fantastic with a blade in his hand. Any blade. They became the blonds favourite weapon very early on in his training. And the small, feminine, stupidly pretty boy was quite easy to overlook and think nothing of. He didn't look like he could possibly be dangerous at all, and right there was the mistake that oh so many people and demons made. After fifty years of training with the prince and knowing only of life in hell, he was in reality one of the most dangerous men you could cross paths with. His appearance made that fact all the more true since every single person who met him once Asmodues finally decided to start using him underestimated him.

Almost sixty years since Izrael turned demon had passed now, fifty-seven of those spent in hell and only three on earth. Azazel and Ramiel were dead and Asmodues' only competition for the Throne anymore was Dagon, he sent Izrael out in the world with just a few instructions. Kill any demon who sided with Dagon and Lucifer, cause as much chaos as he could, and blend in with the humans.

Asmodues was the youngest Prince of Hell, so Dagon had the right to rule hell before he would. And she didn't seem keen on giving it to him. No. She was letting that prick Crowley keep it after Ramiel had given the crown to him until she could resurrect the only person she felt should run hell, Lucifer. The youngest prince had absolutely no interest in having the Angel who created him back in the picture, and he wanted to use Izrael to make sure it didn't happen.

The blond had been doing a very good job at listening to his master's orders. No demon knew who he was or where he had come from, and very few could even tell he was one of them when they first saw him. What they usually saw was the human persona he had created under his master's orders, Izzy Hilton. He knew very little about humans and how to filly act like one so he mostly came off as a rather ditzy, kinda dim, and pretty little blond. And that made the death of a lot of them very easy. After ten years of this though, he had grown somewhat of a reputation in hell. The few demons who managed to escape his grasp before he could actually kill them made sure that Izrael's name started circulating underground. There were three reactions that demons had, the ones that feared him and stayed out of his way, the ones that started to idol him and in turn Asmodeus and were now on the youngest princes side, and the smallest group were the ones who wanted nothing more than to kill him and get him out of the way so Dagon could continue work.

It was members of that third group that caused Izrael the trouble that he was in right now. It was never a good sign for a single someone when so many demons were working together to eliminate you. There were almost twenty of them here, surrounding the little blond menacingly. Weapons in hands and screaming taunts and threats at him. "You're going to die tonight, Princess, no matter what," the apparent leader of the little group said to him, grinning at him in a way that would have made most people piss themselves, "Tell you what, if you give in and take it, we might just take it easy on you. What do you think?"

Izrael rolled his eyes, was he serious? Did he honestly think that he was going to make this little attack on him easy in any way? No fucking way. If he was going to die, and that was a big IF in the little demon's mind, then he was going to take as many of these mother fuckers with him as possible. "I think the fact that you're even asking me to lay down just shows how scared you all really are," Izrael told him, not even a tiny hint of fear in his own voice. In fact, he sounded amused and a bit annoyed if anything. Izrael bent down and wrapped his hand around the hilt of the demon killing knife that was hidden in his boot. He almost always wore some cute pair of boots as they made hiding his blades from view really easy. He held the knife in front of himself and waved it a little, "So let me ask, are y'all sure you wanna do this? I can promise you this, no one is going to like the consequences of your actions right now."

Dean… Dean was a hot mess. Granted he was less of a hot mess then he was a few months ago after he came back from hell. He was ‘gripped tight and raised from perdition’ or some shit. He had mostly given the finger to the flying dicks whenever they poked their heads around. Sammy and Bobby overruled and grounded him and all but packaged him up and sent him over to the Roadhouse. Sammy was going to be doing groundwork while Bobby tried to get the Colt up and working again and Dean was supposed to gather intel from hunters that came to the bar. He was sure everyone just wanted to keep an eye on him and his part was full of crap but hell it was the closest thing to a vacation he’d ever have. He’d never admit it out loud but he kinda saw the point after the fifth time Sammy had to track him down after a night bender stretched out a few days and he couldn’t remember. At least that was something he couldn’t remember.

He had been doing okay with the girls at the bar for the first month and a half but now he was starting to get restless. Why else would one walk down dark alleys in the middle of nowhere Nebraska? Either you’ll find a fight or a monster trying to get a late snack, win win. And what luck, this hardly seemed like a fair fight. Though he had to give props to the blond standing her ground with being outnumbered like that. He could smell the sulfur in the air with how many demons that were in the ally at once. He grabbed his brother's parting gift, having found the demon killing knife in his bag when he was states away. He had called him to tell him how much of an idiot he was but right now it seemed like a great idea.

He had used his moment of opportunity and snuck up on the group but just couldn’t stop his mouth from going off, keeping the blade out of sight. “Oh come on guys, I know you don’t like to play fair but even this is a bit much,” he said, looking over the group. “I mean blondies got a point, you almost look scared with how many of your friends you had to bring along,” he added with a laugh.

Really, right now there were just too many demons surrounding him for the feared little blond to pay much attention to anyone or anything that wasn't involved in this ambush against him in this alleyway. He couldn't afford to take his senses off of any of the demons surrounding him while keeping on the lookout for more demon scents coming close. This group may have feared the pretty little blond they finally cornered, but even Izrael couldn't fight alone against this many of them and get away without a scratch.

He had to hold back the surprise from his face when he heard a voice he hadn't expected, recognized, or even realized was there. What the actual fuck? No fucking way. Did a god damn hunter actually happen to stumble across this fight? Izzy looked to the owner of the voice and was surprised even more now at who he saw. That was that Winchester boy. The one who had been dead and in hell earlier that year. Izrael was sure of it. And it made his confidence of getting out of this alive rise greatly. This man was a hot topic in the whispers that went through hell so Izrael knew that the men here probably felt that Dean Winchester was probably only a little better to have to face off against than Izrael himself. He could practically see the other demons trying to figure out what they wanted to do.

Cornering Izrael again if they disappeared now was going to be near impossible now that he knew there was a group after him. But staying here and having to fight against that fucking hunter and try to kill Izrael before they were killed themselves might actually be just as hard. "Yanno, that guys right too," Izrael said, not wanting Dean to know he knew who he was. Now that the hunter had seen what he looked like, he didn't want him to know that he was a demon too. He was going to have to play Izzy from here on out, his human persona that Asmodues had insisted on. He hated doing that, pretending to be human was hard. "You sure you brought enough of them now though?"

The demon that seemed to be the leader of this little powwow growled at both Izrael and Dean, "Winchester, why don't you get out of here. This really has nothing to do with you."

“Oh but I think it does," Dean said with a grin, taking a step forward as he eyed the group. For this many demons this little stick of a thing must either have something they want or was important for whatever plan they had. With this many though he figured they all wanted the blond dead and there was no way he was going to let that happen. He might have been benched but he could still take down a few demons.

“You ass holes are in my town now,” he said and took another step towards the group, his demeanor unwavering against the demonic group. He had a feeling there was a chance he wasn’t getting out of this fight and there's alway a part of him that was always just fine with going out like that then walking away from someone else in that position. “Anything you do here has everything to do with me. Now I'd leave the pretty little thing alone before I make you," he added.

A few things happened after that, two or three of the demonic pricks just noped out and left their meat suits, letting them go limp on the cold ground. Then it seemed about half the group turned to Dean and charged and the other half turned back to the blond. He pulled out the knife out easily and got the first demon easily under the ribs, pushing his body back at the group to catch most of them off guard and slow them down, taking a few of them at a time.

Izrael was still mostly focused on the demons around him rather than the single hunter there, even if it was that one. But he could still hear him… and was honestly a bit surprised at how this was going right now. He had just been banking on the unfocused way Dean's presence was making them maybe give him a bit easier of a chance to fight his way out without getting hurt. He was cocky enough to believe that even with this many of them they couldn't kill him. But Dean… wasn't going anywhere. He was sure that Dean didn't know he was a demon as well, sure… but… what? The hunter… was backing him up…

He had never had any kind of backup before. It was a weird feeling. And he instantly didn't trust it. He didn't have time to try and figure out what happened to the human, the demons had all made a choice and leapt into action. "Aw, fuck!" Izrael snapped when he saw smoke curling away from them from the ones who fled before the attack started. Well they had to fucking move fast now. Those fucking three could go and gather reinforcements any second now.

Izzy moved quickly on his feet once the others started in on either him or Dean, glad the other was a bit busy with his own hoard at the moment so he couldn't pay attention to the blond working his way over to him. Kinda hard to pretend to be human when you've got ten or so demons trying really hard to kill you.

"You have no idea what you've walked into tonight, Winchester," the demon that spoke wasn't lunging at the hunter while he said it, and Izrael growled to himself. Why can't people ever keep their fucking mouths shut? This fucker was trying to tell Dean… well, something. But whatever it was, there was a good chance it wouldn't paint the blond in a good light in the other hunters eyes.

Izzy sprinted at him, jumping up as he got close and his legs locked around the demons head and almost too easily flipped the man to the ground, his own blade sweeping forth and pressing into the side of the mans head, "One of these days you fuckers are really gonna have to learn to fuck off from me," he snapped before he pieced the mans skull and he quickly let go to pull himself back up and grab his knife out of the meat suit. Ah. Finally, There was the hunter.

Izzy rushed over to him and grabbed his arm, "Okay hotshot, time to go," he said, trying to pull him back from continuing to go after the last of the demons that were on their way to attack the pair that was now together. He could already feel someone fucking getting closer. And he didn't like who he thought he felt coming. Oh gods how he wanted to fucking get his hands on her! But… she was a fucking prince of hell. And they are just… not as easy to kill as these little pansies. And she was probably only coming because… fucking Izrael and Dean were in the same fucking spot. The top two names on her personal fucking hit list. She was also a fucking pansy ass little bitch and would be coming with others. And an actual feasible plan and not this half baked happenstance these fuckers got lucky with tonight.

"Don't ask questions, we don't have time, because I don't feel like dying right now and I like this jacket too much." He said, pushing at Dean's back some, knowing he was probably pushing the man harder than he should right now if he wanted to play Izzy, "Don't worry about them, okay. They're nothing. I'll kill them when they come at me later. It's fine, it happens. But see, some of these fucks just went and cried to mommy… and we really should not be here when that bitch shows up." He only had his knife on him. The hunter seemed to only have a knife. Fat lot of good those were against a fucking prince of hell. Fuck! Sometimes… he really wished he could jump out of his skin like a normal demon could. It really would make getting out of here a lot fucking easier.

It was hard to keep track of everything when you’re in the middle of a fight with this many bodys, giving and taking hits can be damn distracting. He did feel himself get a little lost in the fight, the brute violence of it all was very therapeutic. This was better for his stress than just sitting at the bar, hearing everyone else's stories while he was sidelined. He did get to see the blond take down who seemed to be the leader to this shindig and damn, that was impressive. She was like a deadly spider monkey, it was kinda hot. He didn’t really get a chance to dwell on it for too long before he was grabbed and dragged. He was a little taken aback by it, having been completely ready to take them all on. Granted this probably was the smarter idea but he couldn’t help but pout a little before giving into the others shoves.

“Yea, aren’t they always," he muttered as they took off down a connected alley. “Alright, follow me," he said, tucking his knife back in his pocket as they ran. He didn’t know who this was or what the literal hell they had gotten into but clearly they knew what demons were and needed help. At the moment he was a bit glad he had stopped Sammy from taking his car. 'Over my dead body,' he said every single time Sam brought it up before they split up. Like hell he was getting shipped off to Nebraska without his Baby. Right now they were lucky it was only a few blocks away, he hadn’t gotten far on his ‘night walk’ tonight.

Now that he wasn't cornered in a fucking alley by twenty demons, Izzy wouldn't say he needed help anymore. Actually, getting away from Dean was what would help a lot right now. If they were split up again, Dagon would only be able to go after one of them at a time, and that just wasn't worth her time. Not yet anyways. Not while she was still trying to pretend Asmodues couldn't possibly be a threat to her plan and that his little blond pet project wasn't as big of a threat as he seemed. She was wrong. Izzy was the perfect chess piece to throw the whole game in the youngest princes favour.

He also wasn't stupid enough to think that the man who had just put himself into a wildly outrageous unevenly matched fight with demons for some random blond in an alley was going to let that blond off on their own. If he took off Dean was gonna come looking for him. He didn't need that right now. So he followed him, trying to remind himself that a human would be grateful to this man right now, not annoyed that he was going to want to keep helping him. Making himself relax was going to be fucking hard, he wasn't used to relaxing… pretty much ever. Dammit where was Harley when he needed her? Why the hell had he made her stay in that motel tonight? Sure, she had been tired but Izzy was pretty sure if she were here that would be the one way that he could get this hunter to go off without him- banking on the man being too scared of her to think much of the blond at his side. Fuck it… he could do this for now. Just long enough so the Winchester wouldn't go looking for him once he bailed, it shouldn't be that hard, right?

[keladryhawklight]

17 Sep 627 - Present

Aldair arrived the next day, just before noon, his horse blowing softly as he rode into the camp. "Lord Bainscor," he called, waving. His mouth was a hard line. What have they determined to be my fate? she wondered absently, watching him carefully. She was exactly where they had left her, remanded to a small prison tent. It was by no means comfortable, but it was better than nothing. They had at least taken care to give her some dried meat and water-- the only rations they had befitting a living soul. But that was it. Sleep evaded her still-- until she reached the peak, she must survive. Even if it meant watching the Ebon knights that prowled the camp. It was disconcerting to her, being amongst the dead. Set her very soul on edge. She watched them, but try as she might, she simply could not read his face. Bainscor's head came up as Aldair dismounted, waiting for his subordinate to join him. They conferred quietly, casting glances her way. Her lips moved, forming silent words as they parried words.

Light, oh glorious Light-

I feel your courage within whilst I traverse this darkened path,

I beseech you now when my path seems overwhelmed-

lead me not into darkness-- deliver me safely from this evil,

Lead unto the fortress of safety, the towering Peak,

Where mine enemies cannot breach,

Let me live in the warmth of your sanctuary,

Safe, in the comforting bask of your glow.

A snarl escaped Bainscor and he turned towards her with a glower. What that meant, she had no idea. "Well well Hawklight," he hissed, coming right up before her. "It seems fate has smiled upon you today." His voice dropped, infused with a chill that set the hair on her arms on edge. "We ride to the Peak. You are to be held in the mountains."

They.. what? Her heart beat heavily, a slow thud as she struggled to understand. "To the Peak..?"

"Yes," he hissed, gripping her by the arms. Yanking her upright in an uncouthly jerk, she had to smother a quiet whimper as a jolt of pain shot through her leg. "The Wildhammer fools have agreed to house you in their dungeons. It seems the living have no inkling of the undead blight."

She inhaled sharply as they all but dragged her towards a wagon waiting outside. Little had she noticed, but during the conversations, the camp had managed to ready itself for movement in moments. They bustled, packing and preparing with practiced ease. It seemed they had in little time, erased their presence from the area before they finally moved. By nightfall, they passed under the gates leading up to the Aerie. The great face of the Wildhammer Gryphon loomed over the lands, lit by the flickering of torches along the mountainside road.

"Prisoner for isolation," Aldair hissed at an inquisitive guard who approached.

"Aye, tha's the one then," the guard nodded. Indicating to a point not far into the city, he explained. "Been expectin' ye. Head on down tha' way'n ask fer Seamor Stonefeather. He's tha' one tha'll look after this one fer tha' next fortnight."

Aldair nodded, flipping the reins to set the steeds back in motion. He had no answer to offer the dwarf.

Aerie Peak was silent, it's denizens withdrawn into their mountain stronghold. It had been over a year since Kel had been here last, but the changes were felt. The city used to be so welcoming, cheerily lit for all travellers taking their respite in the arms of the fabled dwarven hospitality. The sound of hooves clopping along the dirt path was muffled. There were no folk about that evening, save their wagon. It was as if the mountain itself knew what horrors touched it's lands.

"One fer the dungeon then?" came the quietly whispered question from just ahead of them. "She's tha' one we've been waitin' on?"

She could only assume this was Seamor Stonefeather, their warden of the under-mountain dungeon. Standing about four feet, he was barrel chested, with a no-nonsense look about him. His beard was wild, flaming red with beaten metal beads woven into the strands. Rings of blue circled his wrists, biceps and neck, while the the dips and swirls curled under his shirt.

"Yes," Aldair acknowledged. "In the back. She is yours now."

He nodded. "Lass, come along," he stood aways from her, eyeing her carefully. Distrust and disgust filled his face. "Outta the cart with ye, and inta the cell inside. S'fer yer own good, y'understand."

"Ah, yes.." Kel murmured, sliding down gingerly from the cart. Her leg protested the movement fiercely, a hot spear of pain shifting through her bones. Her face whitened and her fingers clutched at the side of the wagon for the briefest of moments. Two of the Ebon Knights grasped her by the arms and lifted her just barely off the ground, dragging her through the entryway to the under-mountain.

"A fortnight ye'll be down here. Yer to remain quiet'n keep t'yerself. Not tha' ye'll have much of an option to make friends. Yer in isolation. Fer all we know, yer a bloody blighter, jes like tha' rest'a them comin' outta tha' south. The Wildhammers won't have ye muckin' up our home with yer contamination. We'll see ye taken of, but yer to remain in confinement. Yer a prisoner fer now, naught more. Y'understand?" His words were harsh. A prisoner of the Wildhammers? They used to be welcoming. What has happened in these Northern lands to produce such a response? Her thoughts spun out dizzily, spitting out question after question as they walked. Her fever was back, clouding thoughts as quickly as they came.

"Ah.." she breathed. "Sir Stonefeather? Will you pass a message for me? Please, send word south."

He shook his head as they walked. "No, I canna. The pass is blocked, and 'tis too dangerous fer our people to roam. Ye'll have t'wait 'till the dangers passed, lass."

"Please," she asked again. "Please send word south. I.. I.." What could she do? These weren't humans. Dwarves had an entirely different set of values. She doubted they'd take a bribe even if she did have the money to offer. And the Ebon knights certainly didn't have a care for it. "I.. please. Send word to a Sergeant Sandor in Stromgarde." Her voice dropped to a low plead. At least send word to him. Give him hope that she was alive. She couldn't imagine what turmoil he must be feeling.

"Sorry lass. The answer is no, and remains no."

The word was final. She was a prisoner, simple as that.