#conquer the night 'verse

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Simon is left to herd a drunk Nik back to the hotel room.

cw: alcohol mention, horniness.

"Do-o-on't go was-ting your emo-o-tion, lay a-all your lo-o-ve on me-e-e! Hrk, heh heh." Nik tightened his arm around Simon's shoulders as they clambered out of the taxi and Simon had to readjust quickly to avoid getting pulled back into the backseat. When he went out drinking with Johnny and Garrick, it was usually a case of scruffing them by the back of the coat and hauling them ‘round like boisterous puppies, but Nik was the same height, a few pounds heavier due to his bulk, and a damn sight more fuckin’ handsy than the two sergeants. If they got to the hotel without Nik copping a feel and Simon getting a responding boner, then the operation should be considered a success.

"Cheers, mate," Simon grunted at the cabbie, tapping his card against the outstretched machine. He paused long enough to watch the little tick flash up on the screen before shoving his wallet away. "Nik, fockin'... Put yer arm... easy, easy." Nik staggered and Simon placed a hand on his chest to keep him upright, trying not to focus on how nice his damn tits felt beneath his buttoned shirt.

They had been drinking with Mac following a long conference in Westminster. It turned out that the old man, ten years senior even to Nik, was a bad fuckin' influence because they had knocked back enough liquor between the two of them to sedate an amatuer county rugby team.

Simon and Price had sat there, watching the whole thing go down in stunned silence, clutching their pints with the same look on their faces as tourists watching a pride of lions tear apart a gazelle on the Serengeti; one part awe, one part intrigue, two parts horror. Shot after shot, pint after pint; Mac's accent becoming unintelligible and Nik slipping in and out of multiple languages like he'd completely lost track of where he was. When Nik had stood on the table to sing an off-key rendition of KISS’ ‘Made for Lovin’ You’ while pointing directly at Price, the landlord had turfed ‘em out onto the street.

The old man was taking the old-old man back to his hotel, because trying to manage Mac and Nik together was beyond the capabilities of even the greatest minds in MI6, let alone two drunk SAS officers. Divide and conquer was the order of the night.

"I still don't know what you've done-with-me... hrk, brp. A grown-up woman should never fall-so-eas-i-ly," Nik brayed, finding a hip flask from somewhere inside his bloody jacket as they ambled an uneven path to the front door. Simon promptly confiscated it, shoving it into his backpocket. Nik pouted, but soon got distracted by the star-studded sky above their heads, his expression turning wistful as he put one unsteady foot in front of the other. "'Cause everything is new, and everything is you..."

Simon managed to get them through the hotel foyer after scanning the key card, and manhandled Nik towards the lift. "You skipped a verse."

"Shtoh?" Nik hiccuped again, suddenly leaning in close and watching the side of Simon's masked face through his eyebrows. The cold tip of his nose brushed against Simon’s exposed earlobe and it sent a shiver across his shoulders, Nik’s lips and teeth so close to his hammering pulse.

Simon didn't know why he fockin' said it. Maybe he was drunker than he thought. "It's ‘I feel a kinda fear, when I don't 'ave ya near, un-sat-isfied, I skip my pride, I beg you, dear.’"

"You do not have - hrk - to beg me, lieutenant. I would drop to my knees for you at - hic - a word."

Simon shoved Nik into the lift and slapped the buttons, propping the massive arsehole against the mirror with both hands. Nik took his opportunity and placed both hands on the swell of Simon's chest with a longing little groan, palms brushing over peaked nipples as his fingertips caressed the sides. "Ty takaya goryachaya, chto u menya stoyak na stoyake."

"Nik, ya bloody pervert, ya gavaryu paruskee," Simon huffed. He didn’t push Nik’s hands away. It was too late. His jeans had pulled tight at the crotch, his hands braced on the cold glass as he leaned in so that Nik would be firmer.

Nik wriggled his eyebrows as he squeezed, ignoring the intensity of Simon's deadpan stare in favour of enjoying the feel of his body through his cotton shirt. Simon's skin exploded with goosebumps as those big hands swept over his collarbones and shoulders, before swooping down to the dips of his waist. He was thicker where Price was athletic, but damn if Nik's hands didn't made him feel... handled. When those strong fingers slid through the loops of his jeans and pulled him forward so their hips slotted together, Simon had to swallow the needy little sound building in his throat. God, fuck, Nik was hard too. It would feel so good to rut against him like a humpin’ dog—

The lift pinged and the doors slid open behind him. With great effort, he dragged Nik into the hallway towards his room. Unfortunately, Nik had decided to become even more unhelpful, one hand swooping beneath Simon's shirt to the blond scruff of his happy trail with a horny rumble that shot straight to Simon's groin, and he had to readjust so his damn chubby could find a bit of extra space down his right trouser leg.

"The things I would do to you," Nik growled into Simon's neck as Simon fumbled the key card out of his jacket.

"'Mount you just sunk I'd be surprised if you could keep it up, old man," Simon replied, shoving the door handle down with his elbow and falling across the threshold into Nik's room. In three strides, he was dumping over two hundred pounds worth of lecherous Russian onto the mattress, only for said Russian to latch on and drag him down too.

"You are so prickly, lieutenant," Nik murmured, big arms clutching Simon's face to his chest. "But such a - hrk - handsome boy."

"Nik let me ge' m' face out ya tits so I c'n get ya boots off,” Simon said, muffled by said tits and not really wanting to leave them, because Nik smelled bloody edible.

Nik let out a dramatic sigh and flopped his arms out either side, and Simon slipped away to remove his boots and jacket. His hands hesitated as they rose to Nik's belt, noting that alcohol had clearly done little to dampen his spirits. Simon swallowed thickly and pulled back. “Need a slash,” he murmured as he fled into the en suite for a bit of a breather. When he released his cock from the confines of his jeans, it bobbed up eagerly towards his stomach. So much for a fuckin’ piss. Simon braced his hands against the sink and closed his eyes, willing himself to think of anything but Nik’s big hands sliding down its length as he sat across that warm stomach, feeling all that core strength and fur between his thighs, maybe that clever bloody mouth swallowing him down after he fucked Nik’s tits, and.. “Fuck sake.”

Think of Mac. Wrinkly ballsacks, false teeth, old man smell… anything.

Simon looked up quickly when he heard the sound of the minibar opening and the first notes of music from the television. “Nikolai,” he grunted in exasperation, tucking his now semi-erect dick back into his boxers as he headed back into the main room to corral the captain’s bloody boyfriend into a glass of water and a kip.

“The night is young,” Nik said as Simon approached him, thrusting a bottle of beer into his hands. “And, perhaps, I can convince you into a few more poor choices before it is over.”

Simon stared at the bottle and then Nik’s broad grin. He drew in a deep sigh and unhooked the mask from his ear. “Fine. But when Price gets ‘ere, you’re dealin’ with the bollockin’.”

“Deal.”

—

Mac had fallen asleep on the cab journey back to his hotel and Price had half carried him to his bed, staying long enough to top up a glass of water and make sure the old man didn’t suffocate face down in his sleep, before heading back to his own for what he thought would be some shut eye, maybe some sloppy head from a horny Russian if he was lucky. As he stepped out of the lift, he heard the low thump-thump of music from down the hall, and it only grew louder the closer he got to his room.

The sight that met him when he tapped the key card and opened the door would live with him as a fond memory until the end of his days. Nik and Simon were half undressed, jeans and socks on the floor, Nik’s shirt unbuttoned, as they bounced enthusiastically on the bed, sheets and pillows dishevelled. The music playing from the television was some corny pop track from 2014 — "Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me." I said, "You're holding back." She said, "Shut up and dance with me!” — and they were both crowing along to the lyrics, the remains of the mini bar toasted at the ceiling.

“Bloody muppets,” Price said through a fond chuckle as he closed the door. If they ended up in a pile of semi-naked bodies, occasionally waking to press lazy kisses to whatever patch of skin was closest, and Simon’s room next door remained empty for the night… well, brass didn’t need to know, did they?

[hyvyinjie]

hi! Can I ask for a headcannon about Minamoto teru x childhood friend reader? Where teru is really over protective and gentle towards the reader. Reader is a lazy person, and often sleepy, the things he likes are reading comics and playing game in their phone. They also refuses teru's invitation to join the student council. Thank you! :)

why of course! it’d be an honor to grant such an ask. apologies for taking quite a while to do so��though i hope my work meets your expectations, wonderful nonie!<3

—LOST IN THE HAZE OF YOUR DREAMSCAPE.

featuring ; minamoto teru & you as our star.

+ small akane & aoi mentions.

ah, minamoto teru; the very embodiment of perfection—as he was hailed and as he carried himself with utter conviction.

a master of powers, a paragon of academic prowess, and a maestro in all things extraordinary. could there be anything he did not conquer?

yet, his persona, a labyrinth of complexities, as if harboring a multitude of souls within his very being.

now, here you arrive in his peculiar life—meeting with the intricacies of his existence.

when your paths converged, it ignited a tempestuous collision, a clash of peculiar forces.

initially, your mere presence held no sway over him. in truth, he perceived you as an encumbrance, burdened by your languid nature. for he, a relentless pursuer of flawlessness, demanded nothing less.

but lo and behold. fate—that cunning trickster—wove its intricate threads, meticulously mending the frayed tapestry of your connection.

through the passage of time, a tapestry of happenstance encounters and the subsequent flourishing of interactions—a nascent camaraderie took root. he slowly, but surely grew attuned to your idiosyncrasies, harmonizing with your rhythm. while the power to surmount every obstacle at your side eludes him still, he persists, striving to offer his utmost.

oh please have mercy on this young man—forever enmeshed in the whirlwind of his exorcist duties. and yet, even amidst the chaos, his devotion knows no bounds when it comes to those he holds dear.

one might assume that quality time would be sacrificed for the trivial, but fear not, for you found yourself on the fortunate side—the one he’d willingly carved out moments to be with.

initially, your encounters were fleeting, brief snippets of time. however, as the sands of time trickled down, these fragments transformed into meticulously planned sleepovers. he meticulously orchestrated these occasions, ensuring they did not encroach upon his demanding schedule.

your bond thrived during these cozy gatherings, or tranquil rendezvous, where he wholeheartedly immersed himself in your passions—comics and video games.

though not extensively versed in these realms, one might imagine that you—with your infectious enthusiasm to the field—was the catalyst for his exploration and understanding of the realm of entertainment. this was evidenced by the gradual increase in invitations to game nights and his newfound willingness to engage in discussions about captivating narratives. perhaps, you both even exchanged recommendations for comics, as kindred spirits often do.

as the both of you and the world grew older—it became evident that he honed his social skills; presenting himself as a complete package. every aspect of his being held an irresistible allure, captivating the hearts of women, and even some fellow men. many yearned and openly expressed their desire to be the chosen one by his side.

however, even amidst the clamoring crowd, his gaze remained steadfastly fixed upon you.

of course, as the old adage goes; with great power comes great responsibility—the price of his popularity gradually revealed itself.

certain students, teetering on the edge of obsession, noticed the distinct tenderness he displayed towards you, surpassing his general kindness towards all. seizing upon this perceived vulnerability, they occasionally resorted to devious methods, seeking to eliminate you from the equation, taking advantage of moments when slumber claimed you.

naturally, he swiftly uncovered their plot, intervening before they could execute their nefarious intentions.

needless to say, the number of such audacious attempts dwindled significantly. what exactly he did to deter them remains a mystery known only to him and his would-be victims.

still, worried that the possibility of a recurrence and his absence to intervene, he took it upon himself to practically implore—some might even say beg—you to join the student council. this would ensure that he, or even akane if needed, could keep a watchful eye over you with greater ease.

however, true to your nature, you steadfastly rebuffed each futile attempt to persuade you. despite his persistent efforts, you remained resolute in your refusal.

eventually, your golden boy relented, recognizing that his endeavors were in vain…but that was just because he found an alternative solution.

he encouraged—forced—akane to be the one to look after you discreetly whenever he couldn’t. only choosing to partially reveal his intentions to avoid alarming you at the time, as you were unfamiliar with akane’s existence.

or so it had been until he observed that you and the school’s vice president shared a rather unique bond.

although akane would occasionally scold you for being so excessively somnolent, mistaking it for you being irresponsible, hence, occasionally comparing you to the greatness of his lady aoi—teru—ever vigilant and mindful of akane’s every interaction with you, ensured that his usual brutal tendencies were significantly tempered. still—it remained a part of the deputy’s essence, defining his very being, just albeit subdued in your presence.

it could be surmised that akane once attempted to tease—or rather, foolishly inquire, about teru’s subtle yet perceptible shifts in behavior whenever you were involved.

“it’s almost as if you like them.”

in an almost immediate reaction—the president paused, slowly turning his head to gaze at akane, a shadow casting a smile that concealed the upper portion of his closed eyes.

the ginger-haired vice executive, feeling an ominous presence despite the absence of visible eyes, found himself sweating profusely as he cautiously added,

“—to the point where anyone could mistake you for family!"

sensing the gravity of his words, akane mentally vowed to never broach the subject again. he restrained himself from ever mentioning it whenever he witnessed the two of you together.

curiosity gnawed at you as you noticed his all-knowing gaze transform into one of horror whenever you turned your head, as if peering behind you; at none other than the pretty blonde himself, who seemed to be doing nothing wrong, merely proven to have been innocently smiling the whole time, or so he put up whenever you looked back at him.

oblivious to the truth, you always dismissed it as ‘akane’s peculiar moments of ptsd flashbacks’ whenever he saw teru.

however, let me share a little secret with you.

did you know the true reason behind teru’s death stare? no? well, do you wanna know?

then do allow me to spill it for you.

it was simply because akane, using the keyword; "like," insinuated that teru had a ‘liking-only level’ romantic feeling for you. the misconception provoked such a reaction from teru, for he wanted to correct that statement because he loved you, not just liked you.

seriously, can’t people let him finish what he’s saying?

[blaxcunicorn]

𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮

Length: 6k

Content: fem!reader, smut, war, arranged marriage, coercion (kinda), few graphic descriptions of violence, let me know if I missed something.

Authors note: Hii guys! This is my newest addition to my Eren-verse...I present to you the usurper King of Eldia x Warrior Princess Reader. Those whom know me, know that I'm weak for a Royal AU so King Eren will always be my favorite to write. The fic is built on the smut I wrote a while back called Happy Wedding Night. Please let me know what you guys think!❤️🫶🏿

Credit: Gifs by @unicornlandsposts and divider by @strangergraphics ❤️❤️

The banners of Marley snapped in the wind, their deep crimson stark against the storm-darkened sky. The air was thick with the strong smell of smoke and blood and the ground was covered with mud and the fallen soldiers….Today was supposed to be a victory.

You gripped the hilt of your sword, lifting it high as your warhorse stomped at the edge of the battlefield. Your voice shouted clear over the cries of your soldiers.

"For the Reiss bloodline! For our ancestors' honor! We will reclaim the throne!"

A resounding roar echoed back, weapons raised, the fire of war burning in their eyes. They had followed you for nearly two years, through endless battles, across fields drenched in blood, cutting down anyone who stood between you and Eldia’s throne. You had never lost a campaign. You were not just a commander, you were their symbol, a warrior princess forged in war, the heir to a kingdom that would never bow.

And yet, today, you had made a grave miscalculation.

Eren Jeager was no mere warlord. He had not simply overthrown the Reiss family, he had reshaped Eldia itself. Your father had declared war to restore the rightful rulers, believing the kingdom would collapse beneath the weight of its own rebellion. But Eren had done the impossible. He had not just seized the throne, he had made them believe in him.

You expected resistance, but you did not expect the loyalty the Eldian population had for the usurper. You had counted on Eldian nobles turning against their new king, the people resisting his rule. Instead, they bled for him and you had underestimated his army.

Your spies had told you their numbers. You had planned for them, accounted for them. But when your forces stormed Shiganshina’s outer walls, the streets swarmed with warriors three times what you had anticipated. Then the ground trembled beneath you, and suddenly, the battlefield was not what you thought it was. Eldian forces erupted from beneath the city itself, striking from the shadows, cutting your soldiers down before they could even react.

Shiganshina was no mere battleground. It was a fortress, set up as a trap.

Your men fought hard, but for every Eldian that fell, two more took their place. The walls, the streets, the very earth fought against you. Even as the sun began to set, stretching your shadow across the bloodied stone, you already knew, this city would not fall. Eldia would not fall and for the first time in your life…you’ve lost. 

Even as the weight of defeat pressed down upon you, you refused to let it crush you. Gritting your teeth, you pulled at the reins of your warhorse, raising your sword once more. You would not let this battle turn into a massacre. You would not let your people die here.

"We return to Marley!" you commanded.  "Fall back! Do not stop until we are beyond Eldian lands!"

There was no hesitation. Even in the face of failure, your soldiers trusted you. They followed as you led the retreat, cutting through enemy lines, pushing forward with sheer force and desperation.

By the time you reached the final ridge overlooking Shiganshina, your forces were scattered and wounded, but alive.

Turning back, you took one last look at the city you had failed to conquer. The banners of Eldia fluttered triumphantly over the walls, the fires of battle still glowing in the distance. And standing somewhere beyond them was the king you had underestimated..the usurper had won this battle.

The throne room was suffocating, the air was filled with the smell of blood and steel. The heavy doors open, and Eldian soldiers marched in. You barely heard them as your gaze was fixed on the balcony, where Marley’s flag was being ripped down, replaced by Eldia’s blue and green banner. Your hands were trembling as you realised that this wasn’t just defeat, it was an erasure.

Armin Arlert’s voice rang through the chamber, as he declared, "I present to you Eren Jeager, King of Eldia and Marley." The words sent a sharp jolt through you, but before you could react, your world shifted again. Your father, the King of Marley, the man who had raised you to fight, to stand proud, was kneeling. Beside him, your mother bowed her head, while your warriors laid their weapons at their feet. The weight of their surrender pressed on your chest like a boulder. Your own people, the ones who had fought beside you, had given in to the usurper without a fight.

A slow, burning rage clawed its way up your throat…Cowards. How could they kneel? How could your father, the man who had sent you to war, accept this humiliation? Your hands curled into fists as you felt the dagger at your side. . If no one else would fight, then you would. Without hesitation, you lunged for Eren, blade drawn, ready to carve through the lie that had been forced upon your people, but Connie Springer intercepted you. He had a strong grip, as he tried to stop you, but he had underestimated you. In a single motion, you flipped him to the ground, the sound of his armor clattering against the stone breaking the tense silence.

Then came Mikasa Ackerman. She moved swiftly, her hands reaching to restrain you, but she had not expected you to match her. You shoved back, the sheer force making her stumble, if only for a second. She murmured, "Don’t make this harder on yourself." But there was nothing harder than watching your father kneel. Your refusal to surrender burned through you, and even as Jean laughed  at Connie’s failure, the moment didn’t last. A sudden, sharp sting at your neck sent your vision blurring. The world tilted as your limbs went heavy, and before you could fight it, darkness closed in. The last thing you heard was Eren’s voice. "Take her to the cells."

Your father pleaded, but Eren silenced him with a single look. "This is how it has to be," he said. You could no longer move, no longer resist, but deep in the haze of unconsciousness, one thing remained, you would never kneel.

The cold stone beneath made your body arch slightly as you woke up. A heavy weight pressed against your neck and wrists and clinking of chains following your every small movement. The bastard had ordered restrains on you. You tried to piece together how much time had passed. Hours? A day? More? 

Before you could think further, the iron door open and Mikasa and Armin. The sight of them filled you with anger, but Armin’s soft voice, caught you off guard. "Are you alright?" he asked. For a moment, the words felt strange, almost misplaced. Why would he care? You wanted to spit out, but your body betrayed you. "I’m hungry," you admitted instead. Armin gave a small nod, before turning on his heel and leaving without another word, presumably to fetch you food.

That left you alone with Mikasa.

She didn’t move right away, simply watching you with something that wasn’t quite pity. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle. "You fought well," she said. You didn’t answer. The silence stretched between you, but she didn’t look away. If she expected you to break first, she would be disappointed. You had already lost too much. You would not give them this.

Mikasa’s voice was soft, as she asked, “Do you remember us? Me, Armin… Eren?”

You furrowed your brows, as you were confused by the question. Your mind searched for a memory, but there was nothing. The names held no meaning. You had never met them before. Had you?

Mikasa must have noticed the blankness in your expression because, instead of pressing you for an answer, she smiled gently. “I thought so,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. “Then let me tell you how we first met.”

Her voice carried you back to a time long before war and betrayal. You had been ten years old, spending the day in Eldia with Historia Reiss, the youngest daughter of the royal family. Historia, even back then, had been a brat, reminded you of a cat demanding constant attention. But you had been thrilled to explore Eldia. 

Accompanied by an Eldian soldier named Mr. Kruger, you had wandered too far from the city, chasing after a deer that had darted past the road. Historia, had run after you. What started as excitement quickly turned into panic as Kruger had lost you both. The trees became endless, the towering trunks swallowing the sun as the hours stretched on. It grew late and cold.

That was when you saw her.

A girl with long black hair and tired, worn clothes, gathering firewood in the dim light. She was alone or so you thought. You hadn’t noticed the two boys hiding in the underbrush, watching. 

They hadn’t dared to approach. One look at your fine clothes, the rich embroidery on Historia’s cloak, and they knew you were nobility. Armin, whispering to Eren that it was better to stay hidden, but Eren had already tensed, fists clenched, ready to attack if you dared to harm Mikasa.

Mikasa had seen you first, her dark eyes flicking between you and Historia, searching for others. Before she could speak, Historia, utterly oblivious, taunted her for her ragged clothes, but you hadn’t laughed.

You had told Historia to leave Mikasa alone. Then, looking at Mikasa not at her dirt-streaked face or her torn sleeves, but at her, you had smiled. “I think you look beautiful.”

Mikasa was taken aback, as her cheeks were burning.

That was when you had asked her, politely, if she knew the way back to Stohess. She had barely managed to nod, pointing in the right direction. You thanked her, ready to leave, but as you turned, something made you stop.

The cold bit at your skin, and when you exhaled, a small cloud of fog escaped your lips. You had seen Mikasa rubbing her hands together, blowing on them for warmth, her fingers were red from the freezing air.

Without thinking, you had reached for your red scarf.

It had been one of your favorites, it was warm and soft, something your mother had given you. But right then, you didn’t care about that. You had carefully wrapped it around Mikasa’s neck, adjusting it so it covered her properly. “I’m sorry I don’t have more to give you,” you had said, sincerely, as if the scarf alone wasn’t already more than she had ever been given.

And then, you and Historia had left, finding a frantic Mr. Kruger along the way.

Behind you, Mikasa had stood frozen, clutching the scarf like it was the most precious thing in the world. Her vision blurred with tears she hadn’t expected, because for the first time, someone had given her something just because they wanted to.

Armin had emerged from the bushes first, smiling softly. “That was kind of her,” he had said.

But Eren hadn’t spoken.

His eyes had stayed on you, lingering longer than they should have.

You had been different. Different from the nobles he had known, the ones who turned their noses up at the poor. You had seen Mikasa and had called her beautiful. You had given without asking for anything in return.

And Eren never forgot that.

When the three of them returned to the farm that night. The farm owner’s eldest son noticed it immediately. His  gaze locked onto the deep red fabric. 

“Where’d you get that?” he asked. . He knew its worth. He knew someone like her, a slave, shouldn’t have anything so fine.

Armin, always the quick thinker, stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. “She was given it,” he said. “By a noble’s daughter. We didn’t steal…”

The slap came fast. A sharp crack as the son’s hand struck Armin across the face, sending him stumbling.

Eren moved before he even thought about it. He stepped between them, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

 “Touch him again, and I’ll kill you.” Eren said furious. 

That was the last warning he ever gave.

A fist crashed into his face, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The farm owner and his wife rushed outside, drawn by the commotion, their expressions darkening the moment they saw Eren on the ground and the red scarf clenched in Mikasa’s hands.

The son, still panting from the brief scuffle, barely hesitated before spitting out a lie. “She stole it,” he said. “From a noblewoman. If they find out, we’re all dead.”

The farm owner’s fury was instant. A stolen gift from a noble? That was trouble. They couldn’t afford trouble.

“We’ll punish the girl,” the farm owner said, grabbing Mikasa by the arm. “Then we’ll go to the Reiss and beg for a pardon.”

Mikasa didn’t struggle as they dragged her toward the shed.

The son forced her down, pressing her arm against the rough wooden floor, while his father grabbed the axe.

Eren had seen many things in his short life. Starvation, beatings, death. But this,  watching as they readied to sever Mikasa’s hand…this was the moment something inside him snapped.

The first stab was pure rage.

The second was vengeance.

The third, fourth, and fifth were because he couldn’t stop.

By the time Eren was done, the farm owner was dead.

The son barely had time to react before Eren turned on him next. A scared Armin, lunged at Mikasa, shielding her with his body as if that would stop what was happening, as if Mikasa needed protection.

Eren didn't hesitate, he had to cut the son down next.

And then, a scream.

The wife, her face twisted in horror, grabbed Eren, wrenching the bloodied knife from his grip. Before he could react, she slammed him against the wooden wall, her hand tight around his throat.

Eren struggled, choking, his vision darkening. But still, even as his lungs burned, even as the edges of the world blurred, he turned his head and locked eyes with Mikasa.

His voice was hoarse, but steady. “If we lose, we die… If we win, we live… If we don’t fight, we can’t win… Fight.”

Mikasa felt something ignite in her chest. The fear, the quiet obedience beaten into her over the years, all of it vanished.

She moved before she could think.

The dagger slid into the woman’s back.

The wife gasped, her grip loosening, her body staggering forward. Mikasa pushed the blade deeper, twisting it with finality, until the woman’s breath shuddered and stopped.

The three of them stood there, staring at what they had done. The bodies, the blood and the undeniable truth that there was no going back now.

Eren was the first to move. He wiped his face, stepping past the corpses without hesitation. “Let’s go.”

Neither Armin nor Mikasa asked where. They didn’t need to.

As they fled into the night, Eren made a promise, not just to himself, but to them.

One day, he would tear this system down. He would burn it to the ground. And when it was over, when there were no more chains, no more masters…They would finally be free.

For the next ten years, Eren built his rebellion from the ground up. What started as a desperate bid for survival became something far greater…a movement. The forgotten, the broken, the ones beaten down by the nobility, they all flocked to his cause. Slaves, peasants, soldiers who had lost faith in their lords. By the time he struck, he didn’t just have an army, he had the people.

The coup was swift and brutal but it led to the fall of the  Reiss dynasty. 

Now, in the heart of the conquered palace, Eren sat at the head of the war council. Mikasa and Armin flanked him. Across from them, his newly appointed commanders; Pixis, Nile, and Erwin listened intently. A large map of the continent stretched across the table, red ink marking Marley’s forces along the border.

They called it “The Marleyan Aggression.”

Mr. Kruger, one of Eren’s most trusted men, stood at the edge of the room. The Owl as they called him. He had been instrumental in the rebellion, whispering Eren’s ideals into the right ears, turning loyalists against their masters. Now, he was delivered his latest warning.

“Marley won’t let you rule, Your Majesty,” Kruger said, his voice steady but firm. “Not while the Reiss throne remains vacant.”

Eren’s fingers drummed against the table. “Why?” he asked. “The people are with me. Eldia belongs to them now. What does Marley have to gain?”

Kruger exhaled, as if the answer was obvious. “Loyalty.”

“The Marleyan king is a religious fool. No battle experience. He wears the crown, but his daughter is the one who wages war,” Kruger said, leaning forward. “Some would say she’s Marley’s true ruler. She just does it from the shadows.”

Eren’s eyes sharpened.

“Princess Y/N L/N…The Crowned Reaper,” Kruger said. 

Mikasa stiffened. Armin glanced at Eren, already gauging his reaction.

“They say she’s cut down hundreds. That on the battlefield, her presence alone is enough to turn the tide. If Marley marches, it won’t be him leading the charge. It will be her.”

Kruger exhaled, glancing briefly at Mikasa’s scarf before adding, almost as an afterthought, “She used to visit Eldia often and was close with the Reiss girl…Historia.”

Mikasa’s grip on her scarf tightened. “Did you once lose them in the woods?”

Kruger chuckled, his eyes flicking to the red fabric wrapped around her neck. “So that’s where that scarf ended up.”

Mikasa’s fingers curled into the fabric.

Eren, Armin, and Mikasa exchanged looks, because they remembered the two of you.

The bratty little noble girl Historia running through the trees, chasing after a dark-skinned girl with almost-white hair, laughter ringing through the forest.

Mikasa stared at her scarf. The gift from you, a girl who had once been kind. Now a woman known as the Crowned Reaper.

Armin’s mind raced. He thought back to that day in the forest to the way Eren had watched you leave. The way his expression had shifted, just slightly, in a way only Armin would have noticed.

He had noticed.

And he wondered if Eren had, too.

Would that cloud his judgment now?

Eren’s jaw clenched, but his voice was calm. “We need to plan how to take her down.”

Mikasa’s grip on the scarf remained tight.

Armin said nothing.

Because for the first time, Armin couldn’t tell if Eren wanted to defeat you or claim you.

Your eyes widen as Mikasa finishes her story, and your gaze falls on the scarf you had gifted her all those years ago. It was well-kept, as if she had cherished it. Mikasa thanks you softly, telling you that it has kept her warm for the past ten years. Before you can respond, the door creaks open, breaking the moment. Armin and Jean step inside, carrying a tray of food and a jug of water. You quietly thank Armin as he sets the tray before you, and he offers you a small, reassuring smile.

Jean, leans against the wall with a smirk. “Can’t have our future queen starving, now can we?”

You nearly choke on the water you had just sipped. Coughing, you manage to rasp out, “Queen?” 

Armin shifts uncomfortably, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he confirms what you had feared…your father had struck a deal with Eren. Your family’s survival had come at a cost. You were to be his wife and you were leaving for Eldia at dawn.

Your grip tightens around the cup in your hands as a bitter realization sinks in. Your father had given you away like a bargaining chip, selling you off to the very man you had sworn to kill. Yet, deep down, you understood. This wasn’t just about you, it was about your people, your family. The war was lost and now, so were you.

The next morning, you were taken to Eldia in chains, your family following behind in silence. Your new reality settled in with every mile crossed. The once-proud Crowned Reaper, bound and delivered to the heart of her enemy’s kingdom, not as a prisoner of war, but as a bride.

Upon arrival, you were separated from your family and taken to a grand chamber.

The chamber was quiet except for chime of your chains as they shifted with your slightest movement. Avery and Catherine, your most trusted maids, worked carefully around you, their faces were painted with quiet sorrow as they prepared you for a fate none of you could accept.

Your hair, once tightly bound for battle, had loosened and tangled from days without care. Avery stood behind you, her fingers weaving through the near-white blonde strands, gently parting them to detangle each section. Despite her careful touch, you could still feel the occasional tug, a reminder of how much had changed since you last sat before them like this. She worked swiftly, smoothing each part before applying a light oil that carried the faint scent of lavender.

Catherine, took over next. With deft hands, she began redoing your knotless braids, working through each section with precision. The rhythm of her movements was almost soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your chest. Once finished, Avery adorned a few of them with thin golden cuffs, securing them in place. 

Next came the dress. A gown fit for a queen…or a captive. You couldn’t tell. Catherine helped you step into the rich crimson fabric, her hands steady as she fastened the bodice. The embroidery was breathtaking, golden filigree stitched into elaborate patterns, catching the candlelight with every movement. The sleeves draped elegantly over your arms, flowing down like liquid silk. Around your waist, a golden belt cinched the dress in place, emphasizing your figure in a way that felt suffocating.

Avery stepped back, pressing her lips together as she observed their work. “You look beautiful, Your Highness,” she said softly, but there was pain in  her voice.

You didn’t respond. What was there to say?

Avery walked to the door and knocked twice, Mikasa opened the door and said. “It’s time.”

You squared your shoulders, swallowing down every emotion threatening to poor out. It was time to face the man who stole everything from you.

The walk to the Holy Eldian Temple was silent. Mikasa’s grip on your arm was a reminder that you were not walking toward a celebration, but toward a fate that had been decided for you. The streets were lined with Eldians. Some whispered among themselves, others bowed their heads as if in prayer. You ignored them, your gaze fixed on the towering temple ahead its grand marble pillars bathed in the golden glow of the midday sun.

As you stepped inside, the air grew heavier, thick with the scent of burning incense and sacred oils. The grand hall was decorated  with red and gold banners, the Eldian crest displayed proudly on every wall. The stained-glass windows depicted the history of the Eldian Empire, their vibrant colors casting fragmented light across the pristine floors. At the end of the aisle, upon the elevated altar, sat Eren with a straight face, dressed in ceremonial white and gold. Beside him stood Pastor Nick, adorned in holy robes, hands folded before him as he waited.

Your lips trembled when you saw your father. He stood to the side, his once-proud posture now hunched with grief. His gaze fell to the chains still wrapped around your wrists, his lips parting slightly as if to protest. When you reached him, he hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, gently linking his arm with yours. His grip was firm yet trembling.

“My child,” he whispered. “I am so sorry.”

You didn’t respond. What was there to say? He had made his choice, just as you were forced to make yours.

Together, you walked down the aisle, past foreign nobility and Eldian officials. Some pitied you, while others did not. However, you held your head high, refusing to let them see you falter.

When you reached the altar, your father released you. You turned to face Eren, your future husband, the man who had orchestrated this all. His green eyes met yours.

Pastor Nick began the ceremony.

He spoke of unity between two great nations. Of peace, of duty, of sacrifice. His voice echoed through the vast temple, but his words blurred together in your mind. Your attention flickered between the sacred texts he recited and the weight of the chains still wrapped around your wrists. It was not a wedding…it was a surrender.

Then came the vows.

Eren spoke first. He promised to protect you, to honor you, to rule beside you. The words sounded almost sincere, but you knew better. This was not about love or devotion, this was about power. When it was your turn to speak, you repeated the vows with precision, but there was no warmth behind them.

Eren reached for you, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of your chains. With deliberate slowness, he unlocked them, one by one, until they fell away, clattering against the temple floor. He leaned in, with his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “You know what’s at stake.”

You inhaled sharply but said nothing.

Eren straightened, his hand lingering on your wrist for just a second longer before he turned away.

“Jean,  Connie, take her to her chamber.”

Jean smirked, while Connie gave a small, almost sympathetic glance before nodding. They stepped forward, ready to escort you away.

The ceremony was over and you were now the Queen of Eldia.

The flickering candlelight painted a warm glow across the opulent chamber as you nervously fidgeted with the lace of your white sleeping gown. Avery and Catherine, two of your most trusted maids, were freshening you up for the wedding night. "Darling, take a deep breath. You're a vision," Catherine said, trying to ease up the tension in the room.

 Avery, on the other hand, addressed the elephant in the room. “I can’t believe that we are giving away Marley’s only heir to an usurper.” She said behind her teeth. 

“I know it’s not ideal, but this marriage was his idea. He is the one in power, my father accepted it in order to keep us alive so that we don’t end up like the Reiss.” You whispered the last part as your eyes started to sting. 

 “I understand, but the fact that that usurper now rules Eldia and Marley makes my blood boil.” Catherine hushed her “He might show up any time soon. Please don’t give the devil any reason to behead us.” She whispered, packing her stuff to leave. 

She whispered a small good luck before exiting the room. You grabbed Avery’s hand as comfort as you knew that she was about to leave next. Avery brings a small dagger out of her pocket. “Use this if it becomes necessary.” She said before leaving. 

You hurried up to the bed and hid the dagger under the pillow as you heard steps getting louder outside the door. “Ugh, I hate weddings” your husband, said as he walked into your chamber. He went straight to the table and poured himself some wine. “Who would have thought that standing around in these uncomfortable clothes for six hours, would be disgusting for a groom.” 

You let out a small giggle as you never thought that the Eren Jeager would be complaining like a little boy. Eren raises his eyebrow while trying to hide his smile. “The look on Johan’s face as he offered me his sincere congratulations, that on the other hand was entertaining.” Your smile vanished the split second he mentioned your knight. “I mean, it's funny since I was the one taking his arm during the battle of Shiganshina.” Your heart dropped.

 “It doesn’t matter what we think. To you, we are just foreigners or, well, now, your subjects. I’m just one of your war trophies alongside Johan’s… arm.” You whispered the last part. “Wine? You haven’t had a sip all night.” He said, pouring you a glass while ignoring what you just said. 

He hands you the glass “Oh, by the way, princess, can you please hand me the dagger underneath your pillow.” You were stunned. How did he know? You slowly hand him the dagger. “What’s wrong, princess? Why are you giving your husband that look?” He said, almost taunting. “What look?” You asked nervously. “The look as I’m still your enemy, which I’m not becoming as I’m your husband now.” He said, dowing the wine. “Which is something I don’t understand. Why make yourself part of the peace bargain? Why marry into a defeated royal family?” You asked, sipping the wine. “You can’t be that out of touch with reality. In order to control Marley after the war, I need to unite the kingdoms. What’s a better way to unite two kingdoms than marriage?” He said, leaning on the counter.

 “Don’t look so sour. You are now king of both Eldia and Marley, and I…will forever be your queen. How pathetic is that? I was the heir to an entire kingdom and a war leader. That was my birthright. Now I’m reduced to an accessory of yours, oh, and your breeding cow too, let’s not forget about that. ” You said, rolling your eyes. “Is that so?” Eren smirked as he now stood next to the bed. “Drop the attitude right now, I’m the most powerful person in either kingdoms. I can make your life very difficult with every word of mine. I can take mistresses to our bed, I can start rumours, I can stir up revolts against Marley. I can potentially use suppers to sleep in your bed and mothering your children…That’s one option.” 

He grabbed your hand gently to help you out of the bed. You were now facing him, you felt so small compared to him. You can tell that he has been on the battlefield with his physique. He leaned in your ears and whispered, “Because I can also be your greatest ally, your most faithful partner, your protector, your confidant, your advocate, your right hand, I can kill for you, I can lie for you, I can go to war for you, I can give you children that are strong, kind and cleaver and love their mother more than life itself, together we can start a dynasty that can last a thousand years…All I ask in return is that you submit to me…love me…even if you have to fake it.” 

He cupped your cheeks and stared into your eyes. “I want to be the king, of this bedroom, of your body and of your mind. I don’t want to share my power with anyone else, am I understood? Your family are alive because I allowed it, so in return, I want to have you whenever I want and however I want. ”

 You nodded as you were too stunned to speak. “Out there, you’ll be my equal, but in here, you’ll be my whore, my concubine, my goddess. Whichever I feel like…So do we have an arrangement?” He asked, kissing your right hand.

 “Yes” you whispered, defeated, as he brought you in for a warm hug.

 “Now, let’s get you out of this dress.” He whispered, using the dagger to rip the back of the dress. You let out a tiny yelp as you felt the cold tip of the dagger run down softly on your back. The dress slid off easily, and you were now standing naked in front of your husband.

 “Oh, your subjects were right, you are beautiful,” he said, walking around you to observe your body. “Now come here, give me a kiss.” He said, making the notion with his index finger. As the obedient wife you were trying to be, you walked up and gave him a kiss.

 “Good girl, now get on your knees. Kneel princess, you are the only Marlian that hasn’t kneeled for me yet.” You sat down on your knees.

 “Oh, so you can follow orders. Looking at you down there makes me hard. Now, take it out.” His comment made your cheeks burn in embarrassment. You have never in your life felt so humiliated…so small. 

He grabbed your cheeks between his hand “Don’t play innocent. What was your young knight’s name again…sir Johan?” Your eyes widen, how did he know about your affair with him?

 “That’s good. I expect you to suck your king’s cock better than some pretty knight. Oh, and also, I meant it when I said I want to be the king of your body and mind.” He said, groaning the last sentence. “Yes,” you said quietly as you unbuckled his pants. “That’s it, between those full lips.” He whispered as you took his veiny cock in your mouth. 

“Ah, what a good royal whore you are. Take it deeper.” He commanded while smirking. You bopped your head up and down, taking in as much of him as possible “Just like that…If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re enjoying yourself.” He groaned, grabbing your hair and making you gag. “Just like that, I love seeing you gag like that.” He groaned. 

You were drooling as he was assaulting your throat. “Look at me with those pretty eyes.” He demanded. Your teary eyes met his “God, you look so beautiful. Just like that…This is where you belong. On your knees, taking my cock like the good whore you are.” He said, groaning and you started to rub your clit, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Eren. 

“Fuck, get on the bed now.” He demanded, pulling his cock out of your mouth. You hurried up to the bed on your hands and knees. “Oh, look at you. Is this how you want our first night to be? Me fucking you like a whore? I bet your pretty knight wouldn’t dare to do something like that.” He smirked.  You arched your back, and Eren took the invitation. You hissed as he slowly entered you and yelped as he pounded aggressively into you. “Look at that little cunt, dripping on me. Fuck take it, princess.” He moaned. You were a moaning mess, he was fucking you dumb. Eren could feel you stretch around him, which riled him up.

 “Turn around, look at your husband.” He commanded, and you turned your head to face him. “To stunned to speak now, you probably needed someone to tame you like the bratty bitch you are.” He groaned, spanking your ass twice, making you scream. “Rub your clit, I want you to cum on your enemy’s cock, on your husband’s cock. So that you know that you belong to me.” You drew circles on your clit, Eren groaned as you clenched around his cock as you came. He flipped you on your back.

 He wanted you to kiss him, you could read it all over his face. You leaned over and kissed him carefully, he grabbed your throat and kissed you passionately using his tongue. “Remember this, you are mine. I’m your king. You want that, don’t you?” He whispered. You could only nod. “That’s right, my darling, I’ll fuck you again. This time I’ll breed you”, he said, hovering over you and sliding his cock inside of you. He lifts your legs and positions each of them around him. He pounds into you but is way more gentler than the first time. Eren could get used to this,  loved seeing your boobs bounce to the rhythm of him. He grabbed your throat again and kissed you, you moaned in his mouth as you could feel his cum filling you up. He rolled over, catching his breath. He turned to his sides and kissed your forehead. 

[holyspiritgirl]

Studying biblical verses to read when struggling with spiritual warfare p.2 : Psalm 91

(NLT) Psa 91 - “Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the LORD: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him. For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease. He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night, nor the arrow that flies in the day. Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness, nor the disaster that strikes at midday. Though a thousand fall at your side, though ten thousand are dying around you, these evils will not touch you. Just open your eyes, and see how the wicked are punished. If you make the LORD your refuge, if you make the Most High your shelter, no evil will conquer you; no plague will come near your home. For he will order his angels to protect you wherever you go. They will hold you up with their hands so you won’t even hurt your foot on a stone. You will trample upon lions and cobras; you will crush fierce lions and serpents under your feet! The LORD says, “I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name. When they call on me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble. I will rescue and honor them. I will reward them with a long life and give them my salvation.”

Psalm 91 is a powerful and comforting passage that speaks of God's protection and deliverance . Here’s a summary and explanation of its key themes:

• Promise of safety (verses 1-2) :

It is said that those who maintain a close, trusting relationship with God will find safety and rest under His protection. Our Lord is portrayed as a refuge and a shelter, providing security and comfort to those who are close to Him.

• Protection from dangers (verses 3-8) :

It is true that God promises to rescue from hidden dangers and deadly diseases. His protection is depicted as covering with feathers and sheltering under wings, symbolizing tender care and safety. In other words, it is said that the faithful are shielded from harm and deceit.

• Freedom from fear (verses 9-13) :

In fact, those who trust in God will not be overcome by evil or disease. Angels are assigned to guard and protect, reinforcing the idea of divine oversight. Therefore it is assured that harm will not reach those who make God their refuge.

• God’s response to faithfulness (verses 14-16) :

Certainly, God will deliver and honor those who love and trust Him. God will answer prayers, be present in trouble, and grant long life and salvation ; a divine reward for steadfast faith and trust.

• In summary, Psalm 91 promises that those who trust in the Lord will find safety and protection from dangers and fears. God will deliver them from harm, shield them with care, and honor their faithfulness with long life and salvation.

Have a Blessed day 🙏

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #27 - Fantasia

The rest of the Season 3 showcase will be a bit slow since I have to redesign the previously made fandorms before I get to post them. But trust me, I will get them done with the amount of free time I can get from my working weeks.

Introducing the melodious and dramatic dorm inspired by Fantasia...

Umbralis (Umbra = Latin for Shadow; Choralis = Latin for choral or orchestral)

This dorm is considered one of the most sacred and forbidden dorms according to the school's system, due to the fact it is formed under the inspiration of the mighty abyssal tyrant who has conquered Bald Mountain and has struck fear into those who have heard the story. The dorm members who were sorted into this dorm are rumored to have souls as black as the night sky, morals as corrupted as a blackened heart similar to the abyssal tyrant in legend, or so the rumor goes...

In actuality, this dorm focuses on mostly musical prowess and grace, using magic to create melodious symphonies and rhythms that captivate the world, diving into the history of classical music. Although students in this dorm are magically powerful, they choose to experience life at its fullest without their intense aura ruining the sensation.

"A dorm founded on the Abyssal Tyrant's spirit of finesse. Students in this dorm are skilled in all matters of magic, but they are kind-hearted souls who only wanted the simpler things in life."

Requirements and Traits:

Knowledgeable in all matters of magic (even the forbidden ones)

Well-versed in classical music and symphonic melodies

Have a sense for theatrics as well as a sophisticated front

What I did with the housewarden fit is that the coat tails would be magically link to the neural system, making them a second pair of wings depending on the preference, since the housewarden is a devil/fae. The wings can also fold into itself to form a cloak of sorts for the aesthetics. They also are required to wear a mask over their eyes as a symbol of respecting other's "well-beings".

Character Roster:

Do not be afraid, grace the powerful and graceful housewarden of Umbralis...

Samael Morbidus (Twisted off Chernabog)

A looming figure of eerie elegance, Samael Morbidus commands an undeniable presence wherever he goes. His piercing gaze, shadowy aura, and ethereal wings make even the bravest shudder in his wake. Whispers of superstition follow him—some say he is a bringer of nightmares, others believe he can summon spirits with a mere thought. However, despite his unsettling appearance, Samael is not the embodiment of malice many assume him to be.

In truth, he is deeply insightful and possesses an endless curiosity about the world around him. He observes everything with an almost detached fascination, intrigued by emotions, human nature, and the mysteries of magic. Samael enjoys philosophical discussions and often contemplates the balance between light and darkness, life and death. Though he mostly speaks through telepathy, his words carry weight, revealing a sharp mind and a poetic soul.

While he does not intentionally try to frighten others, he has long accepted that his mere existence unsettles people. He sometimes uses this to his advantage, making dramatic entrances or staring in silence just to see how others react. However, those who take the time to understand him will find a surprisingly gentle yet enigmatic individual, one who values knowledge and seeks meaning beyond surface-level interactions.

Notable Members:

Yisreal Mystium (Sophomore) - A relic of an age long past, a spell given form, forever seeking purpose in a world that may no longer require him. Though his demeanor is usually calm and refined, Yisreal has moments of playful mischief, a remnant of the enchantments that once made him a mere accessory to magical performances. (Twisted off Yen Sid's The Sorcerer's Hat from The Sorcerer's Apprentice segment)

Heaos Clamor (Junior) - A being of passion and poise, a living storm wrapped in an elegant facade, forever striding between chaos and control. He despises being underestimated and takes any challenge to his pride seriously, his sharp wit capable of cutting just as deep as his actions. (Twisted off Zeus and the Centaurs from the Pastoral Symphony segment)

Cragg Impact (???) - A cosmic anomaly, an ancient force given form, forever existing between the past, present, and an unknowable future. Despite his bizarre nature, Cragg is not malicious. He does not seek to harm, but his sheer power makes him unpredictable. (Twisted off The Rite of Spring segment, the concept of extinction and a meteor)

Next Up: Winnie The Pooh

[gerec]

Hi! First of all, thank you for all your amazing cherik fic recommendations. You're literally doing a god's work 💜 Could you please recommend some good fics with Top!Charles? I'd also be okay with them switching. Thank you so much in advance 😊

Hi Anon - thank you for your lovely message and for your patience! Here are some great Top!Charles fics; there's a mix of canon and au along with some dom/sub and a/o ones that I hope you enjoy!

Beneath Me by Magnetism_bind

Charles is a young lord staying at his family's estate for the summer. Erik is his family's stable-hand.

Coup - Alpha!Charles dethrones Shaw and conquers his omega guard.

Treasure by professor

Knight Erik thinks he’s going to slay the dragon and take the beast’s treasure. He’s very, very wrong about that.

Masterpiece by professor

An artist sculpts his finest creation.

Coax me out my love low by tahariel (Frontseat 'verse series)

It’s hard enough waiting a year to meet the man you’re engaged to, but harder still when that man doesn’t even want to stay bonded to you. Charles is determined, however, not to let Erik get away.

deeper than swords (the sun and stars remix) by specficslut (homosociality)

Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.

Heated Discussion by annejumps

Professor Lehnsherr is an omega and Professor Xavier is an alpha, but somehow in the weeks they've known each other, the issue has never come up....

The Watch by hllfire

Erik decides to take a break one Friday night, going to a club to try and meet someone for a one-night stand. In a dimly lit hallway, with a stranger behind him, he gets what he wants.

twilight by ikeracity, specficslut (homosociality)

"Volatility was a chemical property. Erik remembered Mrs. Berkowitz saying, with the rhythm of a chant, volatility was how likely a substance was to mist into air, and that was how he felt now, like he could dissolve into nothing at any moment, unless he fucked Charles so hard his eyes spun back in his head."

For someone who kills monsters for a living, Erik is irrationally conflicted about the monster in his bed.

Build you up, Break you apart by orphan_account

Charles makes quick work of rolling them over again so that he is once more on top of Erik. This time when Erik reels back to throw a punch, he finds himself immobile. With outstretched fingers, he reaches for the familiar sensation of metal particles but nothing comes to him and Erik’s pupils dilate, a frightening thought waking in its place. No one’s coming to rescue me.

In which Erik is an omega who takes heat suppressants despite the fact that they don't really work well. And on that one day he decides to stay over at Charles' place, his heat cycle starts.

Sharing by ikeracity

One night during the mutant road trip, Erik knocks on Charles's door and brusquely demands to be taken to bed. Charles, who has been very careful about staying out of Erik’s head, is disoriented by the haunted look in Erik’s eyes but is ultimately swayed by the fact that they’ve had this burgeoning tension between them since forever.

They then proceed to have The Saddest And Worst Sex Ever. Erik stalks off all humiliated and unhappy and Charles is confused until he works out that Erik was a virgin--at which point Charles feels equal parts guilty and furious that Erik's basically used him as an instrument of self-harm.

The next time it happens, Charles teaches Erik what it means to really make love.

awoke with a scar by mixture

It isn't so much about the alpha fighting for his honor, but what the alpha does afterwards that sets Erik's teeth on edge.

in the empty moments by soetry

Charles was the only alpha who had ever treated Erik with respect.

That, Erik thought wryly, was probably why his knot was the only one that Erik had ever wanted. 

twenty four hours from tulsa by intentation

After having self-emancipated (aka run away), Erik's been holing up in a shitty motel while he figures out his next step. When Charles Xavier moves into the room just down the hall, Erik discovers his new favorite pastime: sex.

To Have and To Hold by ikeracity

The wedding hasn't even started and Charles is already bored. When he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, he doesn't expect to find a gorgeous, stern-faced man having a quiet freak out at his reflection. He doesn't expect said gorgeous, stern-faced man to turn around and start climbing him like a tree. And he certainly doesn't expect to discover only after they've got their clothes back on that the man he just had glorious sex with is the groom.

A Force to Be Reckoned With by firstlightofeos

“No, no, no!” Erik exclaims, slamming his glass forcefully back down onto the bar. “Telepathy is impressive in theory, but realistically, no one’s powerful enough, or has enough control, to make you forget yourself or to get you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“You sound very sure about that,” his companion says, taking a sip of his scotch. He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. “I wonder if you’ve ever really met a telepath before.”

Taking Bets and Making Wagers by windchijmes

Erik is difficult and stubborn. Charles has a saintly level of persistence (and cunning). And neither of them can come to an agreement about who should bottom for their first time. So they have a bet. If Charles can make Erik beg for it, he wins.

And he gets to top.

When the Kids Are Away by dedkake

Charles and Erik have a free moment to themselves, but they're both tired and sore. Erik isn't going to let that get in his way.

Burger Queen by widgenstain

After seeing James in his "stylish" baseball cap that makes him look like a pasty truck-driver, I've decided that there has to be a fic with Charles driving a semi through the country and Erik as a lot lizard (= a hooker working the truck stops).

Rotten Rules by ellenchain

On Erik's first day, he can already tell that prison is indeed not a pony farm. Still, he can't help sticking his nose into dark machinations going on in the depths of the prison. He quickly learns that there is only one rule: eat or be eaten. In addition to all the rumors about dangerous inmates and a corrupt director, a charismatic man from block C in particular does not let him get a good night's sleep. But he too seems to have more secrets than he makes Erik believe ...

a traditional courtship by Helenish

Maybe it’s even a game between them; he catches Charles often enough, watching him, curious, bemused. He lets it go further than he would, otherwise.

[starshideurfics]

Captive, Captivating

into the steddie-verse, omegaverse, intense dubcon, we’re all in the same imperial rome/war prize gutter together, mdni 🔞

As the emperor’s brother, Geta should not be on this northern campaign, but he is curious of these barbarians and how they live without the bounty of the mediterranean. His tent is rather well-appointed besides, his own personal guard and servants setting up his bed, the furs and chairs, each time they move. He even has a small brazier to heat the tent against the cold night.

That doesn’t make his presence anymore reasonable, but as the only member of the imperial family amongst the generals and their legions, it means the greatest of the war prizes belong to him. Thus far, he has accumulated a beautifully made brooch inlaid with garnets, several gold torcs, a pair of fine horses, and one prince to ransom back to his father—that netted him gold and silver coins from many kingdoms, as well as a herd of goats.

But there hasn’t been anything new for weeks, and Geta thinks they are perhaps between barbarian kingdoms. The sun has set on another day, and he is reading over the report he is about to send back to Rome, when Junius enters the tent and makes his presence known.

“We’ve captured an intruder, your grace. Flavianus sniffed him out, and it sounds like his father is a king. Ricardius Spear-hand, if he’s to be believed.”

“And just what was the little prince up to?” Geta puts down his report, grinning. This is intriguing.

“Spilling wine urns and turning loose horses. But mostly spying. We found him outside the general’s tent. The fool rubbed himself in wild mint, but it wasn’t enough to dampen an omega’s scent.”

Geta burns hot at that, his own smoky scent blooming. He has questions, but more than that, he wants to meet this bold omega prince. “Bring him to me.”

“At once, your grace.”

Junius is barely gone a minute, clearly anticipating this request, bringing in a growling young man, stripped down to a loincloth to ensure he carries no weapons, his hands bound in front of him. His flesh is raised in a thousand tiny bumps at the chill of the night air, and his thick, dark hair hangs limp around his head, stringy with his own drying sweat. And his scent is sweet and yeasty like the honey beer the northern barbarians drink in place of wine.

“He claims to be Prince Stephanos, your grace. I don’t believe we have record that he’s an omega… Other than this.”

“Why do you insist upon changing my name?” the omega asks, voice harsh with his whining little growl. Geta has heard of northerners learning Latin, but he did not expect this prince to speak it so well.

“You are Stephanos, son of Ricardius, are you not?”

The boy frowns, looks away, and waits. Junius raises a questioning brow, which Geta answers with a wave of his hand and a soft, “Leave us.”

Junius bows and backs out of the tent.

Stepping closer, Geta grips the omega by the chin, and turns his head to face him. “I asked you a question, little prince.”

His hazel eyes flash with defiance, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds. Then he takes a breath. “I am Stepan, son of Rikhardt Spear-Handed. As my father’s eldest child, I did my duty. Please, take your soldiers and leave my people be.”

Swiping his thumb over Stepan’s lip, smearing the blood, Geta wants so badly to taste. To bite. He resists, leaning in closer and whispering, “I am not here to conquer; that is my brother’s doing. I wish only to learn and see and experience what this world has to offer. I will be your willing student, sweet Stepan, but I shall also be your master. You have bought freedom for your people.” He withdraws his thumb and sucks it into his mouth, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, yet somehow sweeter than he expects.

The omega trembles, and Geta steps back to hive him space, eyes roving over his exposed body. His nipples are hard, pebbled along with his gooseflesh, and his small breasts are puffy, swollen like he’s near his heat.

“I will not take you tonight, so do not fear.” Geta circles him slowly, retrieving a length of soft, woven wool, and steps up behind him, arms wrapping the cloth around the omega’s shoulders. Stepan jolts at the touch, but doesn’t struggle as Geta holds him. “But you will be mine.” His right hand settles low on Stepan’s belly, presses firm. “Soon my pup will be here.” He sets his nose to the princeling’s neck, and Geta is sure he smells even sweeter as he inhales deeply. “Can tell your heat is coming, but maybe you’ll breed true before it can begin.”

He drops a single kiss over the warmth of Stepan’s mating gland, feels the flutter of his pulse. “But tonight we shall simply rest. Come, Stepan. Let’s to bed.”

🏛️🌙🌿

Stepan does not sleep that night, or if he does, it is a fitful sleep. But he has no hope of escape, his captor holding him tight from behind, trapping him in the bed beneath sheets softer than he has ever felt. And surely, the tent is well guarded.

He’s spent enough time awake, looking around the tent for anything he can use, either to incapacitate the roman, or if worst comes to worst…

He hopes it does not come to that.

Strong arms squeeze around his middle, a forehead presses into his shoulder, as the alpha wakes with a sighing hum. “Good morning, little prince.”

The mere thought of replying cordially locks his throat, but Stepan swallows and decides to get it over with; the words will only get easier with practice. “Did you sleep well, Dominus?”

“Best I’ve slept since coming north. How you can sleep in this cold I’ll never understand.”

“It is summer, Dominus?” How soft the romans must be to find a summer night cold. He wonders how his new master would handle traveling through the snow in winter.

“Yes, summer! The air should be hot and leave your skin sticky long after the sun sets!” His hold on Stepan changes, no longer a harsh grip, but one arm loose around his waist, the other snaking up so his hand cups one of Stepan’s breasts. “This is the first time I haven’t woken shivering.” He squeezes, kneading the soft flesh beneath his fingers, then pulls back just enough to grip the nipple between finger and thumb.

He pinches and pulls, and Stepan hates that it feels good. Stifling a moan, he brings his still loosely-bound hands up to grab the alpha’s wrist. “Dominus?”

“You are just so sweet and so warm,” he growls low in Stepan’s ear. Hand spread wide across his chest, moving with each shallow breath, he changes course. No orders to get on his hands and knees, no spreading of his legs, no hand pushing aside the cloth over his sex. Instead, he murmurs, “We shall meet with your father and his counsel today, to talk the terms of peace.”

“The terms being me. In your bed.”

“The terms being you. At my side. I am not looking for a mere bedwarmer, sweet Stepan.” He contradicts this entirely by kissing the side of his neck, sucking the salt from his skin. “You took a risk. It failed you, but now you have learned. And with my guidance you will learn more.”

Stepan’s mind races. He had been certain thot at best he would be a concubine; an omega to give this roman enough bastards to feel good about his virility when his high-born wife managed a sickly pup or two. He no longer thinks that is what his master has in mind. “Dominus?” he asks softly, wishing he could see his eyes now, even in the low light it would tell him more of what he means.

“Rome is a dangerous place. You and I shall need all our cunning when the army returns at the end of this campaign.” He relaxes his grip, finally, and rolls away just enough to make room for Stepan to roll onto his back.

His master smiles, wolf-like, and places a hand back over Stepan’s breastbone, holding him down with the lightest touch as he stares into his eyes. “Do not worry, my sweet omega, I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and our pups.”

“What pups, Dominus? We have done nothing to make any.” Stepan shivers under his dark gaze. “Besides, how can you be certain you won’t grow bored with me in a month’s time?”

“It will take far more than a month to do everything I want with you. Do not worry about my growing bored.” He leans down and takes a dusky nipple into his mouth, biting at the bud with gentled teeth.

Stepan pants, watches as the alpha removes his mouth, tongue lapping at tender skin. A hand reaches for his, working him free from the soft bonds at his wrists and casting the fabric aside. “But you are right; we’ve done nothing to make pups.” He reaches for the ties at Stepan’s waist, pulls them loose, and pushes the fabric aside. “We ought to get started now.”

He pushes off his own coverings, but Stepan does not look. If he doesn’t look, his body cannot lock up at the thought of the intrusion. He can relax enough to keep it from hurting. To keep from being torn apart.

His master has other plans for their coupling, catching up Stepan’s hand and wrapping it around the alpha’s half-hard cock. He guides Stepan in rubbing him to full hardness, tiny moans and soft praise falling from his lips, breath hot against his skin. “Good omega. Yes, touch just like that.”

Finally ready, he boxes Stepan in with his arms, and ruts first against his cunt, just enough wetness there to ease his way and coat his cock. “Even scared you smell so sweet,” he whispers, dipping to nose at his mating gland. “So sweet.” He shifts his hips, and the head of his cock nudges against Stepan’s entrance. He only waits a moment, long enough to whisper, “Deep breaths, my omega,” before thrusting forward.

Stepan gasps, is sure he is being split apart, and moans, “Dominus, please…”

“It will only hurt a little while. Your body will learn.” He stays buried inside, watching Stepan breathe, waiting for him to calm. Only then does he move his hips, picking up speed until he spills hot, his knot tying them fast.

Gathering Stepan to him, he rolls onto his side and holds him close, bringing one of Stepan’s legs over his hip, which opens his cunt enough to relieve a little bit of the pressure there. “Rest, my sweet. Once we untie, we shall bathe and eat. Then this afternoon we shall treat with your father.”

Stepan nods. He has done his duty. His people shall have peace.

part 2

[richelle-goodrich]

"I stand in the night and stare up at a lone star, wondering what love means. You whisper your desire—do I love you? I dare say yes. But my eyes drift back to that solitary star; my mind is plagued with intimate uncertainty. What art thou, Love? Tell me. I contemplate what I know—the qualities love doth not possess. Love lifts no cruel or unkind hand, for it seeketh no harm. It shirks from constraints and demands, for tyranny is not love. A boisterous voice never crosses love’s lips, for to speak with thunder chases its very presence from the heart. Love inflicts no pain, no fear, no misery, but conquers all such foes. It is said love is not selfish, yet it does not guilt those who are. On a heart unwillingly given, it stakes no claim. Love is nothing from Pandora’s box; it is no evil, sin, or sorrow unleashed on this world. My eyes glimmer as the star I gaze upon twinkles with brightness I do not possess. I recognize my smallness—my ignorance of the One whose hands placed that star in the heavens for me. He is love. By His own mouth He proclaimed it. Again the whispered question hits my ear—do I love you? I dare say yes. But my eyes squint tight, wishing on a lonely star, wondering what love means."

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

[4listr]

DREAM ???

tw suggestion of drug consumption

Azariah wandered around the vast darkness, leading with no light. Though he feels nothing but emptiness, there's still something inside him that urges him to find something that can fill him again.

As he continued to walk, a voice suddenly spoke.

"I must say what a brilliant speech you gave."

Azariah rapidly turned his head to the source. "Who goes there?"

The owner of the voice was a man with brown hair and a striking outfit, one that you'd wear if you're going to a party. Azariah was weirded out by the sight of this stranger but the man paid no attention to him and continued with his speech.

"Just a friend who could help you save your men." The man exclaims.

"A foe like Circe is not to be messed with, you want to beat her? You'll need the blessing of a certain god. Divine intervention. Someone who's not afraid to send a message."

Hold on, Azariah has heard of this before. This tune, this voice, this person...

"Hermes?"

Ah yes, nothing but the mischievous messenger god himself. But what is he doing here? Moreover, how is he here?!

Azariah wondered for a quite a while but ultimately decided to brush it off. He is in a musical, alright, might as well just savor it.

"Wouldn't you like a taste of the power? Wouldn't you like to use more than words? Deep in the night, the fight lasts for hours. You can be hurt or you can beat her~" Hermes sung.

"Wouldn't you like to have some of the magic? Wouldn't you like your outcome preferred? Deep in the night, the fight can be tragic. I'll help you conquer her!"

Hermes began to add action to his song, moving around displaying a play. Azariah stared at entertainment.

"She can turn you into an animal that'll end up on her plate. She can all but make you fall in love like you're on your hundredth date. She can conjure up a monster that'll grind you to the bones. She has all the ways to haunt you, when you take her on alone~"

Hermes sung the chorus once more before moving to the second verse. He quickly got something from his pocket and shoved it in Azariah's face.

"Oh-oh~ here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her on!"

Azariah stared at him dumbfounded. 'What the hell, sure?'

"You must consume and digest it then you'll manifest a being of your creation, all you need's imagination. Though it's only for a moment 'til you've beaten your opponent."

"And I call this root, 'Holy Moly'!"

Azariah let out a small 'ah...' as Hermes' laugh echoed through his ear.

Another chorus and another more. The voices syncing perfectly with Hermes; it was beautiful.

This reminded Azariah how much he misses singing, how he wishes to be able to sing freely once more, to have in control of his voice for one last time. But as reality sets in, he can't, not anymore.

As the song came to an end, Azariah clapped softly.

"Hermes, thank you."

Hermes chuckled. "Don't thank me, friend, you very well may die."

"Good luck~"

APRIL FOOLS EVERYONE 🤡

[generic-sonic-fan]

Guide to different characters in the Mirrorverse AU

The formatting is as follows:

Full canon name: Name referring to the "normal" version of the character. Name referring to the "mirror" version of the character.

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E-123 Omega: Omega E-123

E-123 is a version of Omega that was created with his creator's full love, care, and attention. His loyalty to his "father" is unwavering, and though he retains his pride and his boisterous personality, his father's influence in his life is still apparent. He's a bit more astute and strategic than his normal counterpart, with the tradeoff of being more cowardly and dispassionate in battle.

This is compounded by the fact that his father has created a system whereby E-123 has uploaded himself to the cloud, allowing him to jump to another premanufactured body should the one he's inhabiting become damaged. There are other notable physical differences from his normal 'verse counterpart, namely in the form of upgrades, such as faster weapon swapping, more weapon variety, and the unique ability to drain chaos energy through his claws; all of this a consequence of having stayed under his creator's care.

Shadow the Hedgehog: Shadow The Ultimate Lifeform

The Ultimate Lifeform has no name. He does not need one. Humanity is evil, all of it, and it is his mission to wipe it from the universe. He would have succeeded with his grandfather's Eclipse cannon were it not for the intervention of his sniveling cousin. Now only half the world is shattered, while the other half rightfully cowers in fear from his inevitable retribution.

He has no connections. No other purpose in his life other than that which grandfather assigned and Maria made him promise. Destroy them all, she whispered with her dying breath. And he will fulfill this request, because he was never designed to be anything more than a weapon.

. . . the nightmares have never lessened. They never will.

Rouge the Bat Rouge Jewel

Jewel has everything she could ever possibly need, from fame to fortune. Sure, it involved selling every gem she's stolen and taking even shadier jobs from the kingpins of the criminal underworld to pay for protection, but that was a small cost to pay, right? Now no one can hurt her. No one can take away what she's built. She can party every night she likes with her followers on social media.

She has succeeded in every robbery she's tried. It's as simple as pointing a gun at them and then paying everyone else to look away if she needs to pull the trigger. It's old habit, at this point. Far from a game anymore, just a means to survive.

And if she feels empty inside, then, well, she can ignore it like she always has.

Eggman | Dr. Ivo Robotnik: Eggman Ivo Robotnik, or just "Ivo" or "Robotnik"

Robotnik, founder of Robotnik Industries and marvelous inventor of the Robotnik Defense Network. He wasn't so generous, once. Once upon a time he merely wanted an island. Just a small island, out of the way but rich in resources and fauna. He conquered it, easily, and it slipped away from the world map and into his hands. One success led to another and he founded Robotnik Industries, exporting his creations to all corners of the planet for use in various industries, but especially security. His works were renowned for their fuel-less, miraculously eco-friendly designs (which are still patented, excuse you!) Robotnik Industries enjoyed good public relations and good roots in government organizations such as GUN.

But after nearly destroying the world by unleashing his grandfather's Ultimate Lifeform, Ivo made it his life's work to protect the world regardless of the cost. His robots patrol the streets, his cameras surveil every inch of the planet, ready at a moment's notice to intercept the Ultimate Lifeform and drive off his attacks. All of this provided to the populous for free, funded by his previous defense contracts and generous resource donations from various government bodies.

Robotnik retains his intense paranoia, "do-whatever-it-takes" mindset, and his ego from his normal 'verse counterpart. However, it is tempered by a strong sense of obligation to stop what his grandfather started. The world looks up to him as a hero, forcing him to smooth off his rougher edges into someone more personable. There is also the matter of his "son", E-123, a creation he told himself he wouldn't get attached to but did anyway.

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Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic Maurice

A "mirror" version of Sonic isn't evil, just indifferent. He lives on the mainland, another face amongst all the other refugees that fled from his home island when Robotnik took it for himself. He runs, but not very fast; he's never needed to go much further than the edge of the forest surrounding his hometown. He likes comic books and long walks in the park. He helps when he's asked, but not a step more. And should the crowd find itself agreeing with something he disagrees with, he'll smile and nod along. It isn't worth the friction, you know?

Not evil, just indifferent. His dream was to become a professional athlete, once, but everyone knows that's not realistic, so he's willing to settle for an accounting position. Hopefully the Ultimate Lifeform doesn't end the rest of the world first. Wouldn't that be funny?

Miles "Tails" Prower: Tails Miles

Miles Prower disappeared under mysterious circumstances from the orphanage on his home island.

No one bothered to go looking for him.

Knuckles the Echidna Knuckles The Last Echidna

The Last Echidna has yet to meet a single other living person. He's sure he'd welcome them with open arms, as long as they didn't try to touch the Master Emerald.

The aching loneliness never goes away, and his world will always end at the edge of his island.

Amy Rose Amy Rosie

No one wanted the mirror version of Amy around. And no one ever told her why- so she never grew up. Rosie remains as obsessive and paranoid over other people as she did when she was younger, responding to any praise by falling in love and to any criticism by giving bruises. This further perpetuates the cycle. No one wants to anger her, so they're never honest about why they don't want her around, so she never improved.

And since nobody in real life would give her the time of day, she took to the internet, where she could obsess from a distance. She quickly found herself falling into the wrong crowd due to her interest in true crime- a "fandom" that admires horrible people who did horrible things. Her current favorite is the Ultimate Lifeform, who destroyed half the population, but he was totally justified and actually really just a tragic figure if you look at the evidence from his background- according to her.

Her dream is to see him in person. She thinks she can fix him.

(In a very ironic sense. . . her instinct isn't wrong? This is indeed what normal 'verse Amy did. However, in this version of reality, things will not end well for her.)

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And now for a few joke characters to lighten the mood:

Silver doesn't exists, his ancestors got blown up by the Eclipse cannon. Sayonara from the timeline!

All of the Chaotix solved one (1) mystery and got discouraged when it didn't pay the bills, so now they work for GUN. They're currently hunting the Jewel Thief (to no avail.)

Cream already, at six years old, skips school and says swear words. She delights in driving her mother mad.

Blaze has ice powers, is an extrovert, and is an absolute heedless despot to her kingdom. Her 'verse name is Frost.

[madrone33]

THE WISDOM SAGA IS OUT AHHHH

It was SO much better than I anticipated. Like, I knew it'd be amazing to listen to - 'cause practically all of Jorge's stuff is - but I was less attached to Telemachus as a character than Ody, so while I was settled in for a fun time I wasn't as invested as I had been for the previous sagas.

Little. Did. I. Know.

HOW DO THE SAGAS JUST KEEP BEING SO GOOD LIKE WHAT JORGE DO YOU SLEEP

Anyway, now that it's officially out for everyone, here's 1000+ words worth of excited screeching/rambling/word vomit from my immediate reaction to the audio, when it released at midnight for me! (I'm australian, so I got it 15 hours ahead of the americans lol, but also means I hadn't seen the animatics from the Live at this point)

Also, heads up there's a lot of swearing and I wasn't very coherent, 'cause my brain-to-type filter was non-existent at midnight while in the middle of a HYPE adrenaline rush lol

I feel so awake rn, even though it's midnight lol.

Started smiling as soon as I heard him. He sounds so GOOD!! MICO you're knocking it out of the park!

"Come and give me a sign!" Ayyy the Athena motif!!

Ooh they merged MICO's audition way of saying "if you're dead... or just tooo far"!

"Can I do whatever I takes to keep my mum safe?" aww don't worry bebe Athena's coming!

"Where is the man who'll have to wife?" ooh they really did use the Man of the House lines!

And they dropped that it's been 20 years! That's good, a proper timeline needed to be established at this point or newcomers might get confused.

ohhh shit! That growled "Boy!"

(Also, edit from after I watched the Livestream: HE DID NOT JUST THROW A BOWL AT MY BOY OH HELL NO-)

"Why don't you open her room so we can" oh FUCK OFF ANTINOUS!

oh the LINE! The CHAMP line!

"If I fight this monster" THS MONSTER! It changed from those monsters to this monster, because while he might be having fun thinking of conquering distant monsters out in the world, the real monster is living in his home and he needs his father's strength more than ever and AHHH

(Another edit from post Live: he decided to fight for his mum's honour and thought he'd get a beatdown or DIE in the attempt and STILL put his fists up oh my goddd!! And also, HIM STEPPING INTO THE SPIRIT OF HIS FATHER AHHH)

Ok I hate Antinous already. Like, I really love his voice, it's perfect, Ayron did amazing, but Antinous? What the FUCK! FUCK HIM! And I decided I love Telemachus. He sounds so helpless in that last line 🥺 ATHENA STEP IN!

Listening to Little Wolf now! Oh god I'm scared for Tele

(Edit post Live: YOOO IT'S FULL ON STREET FIGHTER STYLE!)

"Wanna entertain me?" oh EW Antinous!

I just have a permanent stink face on rn lol

"Wanna entertain me?" Still ew, but also aww he didn't do the growl like in the demo

Clock sound effect! ATHENA!!!

she's giving TE/MO type vocal vibes, more than Act 1 Athena lol

"What's going on here??" lmao he's confused about Quick-Thought, like ody wasn't

"Uppercut him. Now." AYYYY FIGHT ADVICE

she's doing the verse melody but for him!

wait what'd she say? "I've no respect for bullies! Those who [something something] will!"

SHE CALLED HIM A DOG HA! What's a dog to a wolf hey antinous >:)

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined!" awww Athena <3

YES!! SHE'S SINGING THE CHORUS BUT IN HIS FAVOUR!!

the HARMONIES!!

"Oooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard..." lol she's too used to ody who is used to her

oh FUCK OFF antinous!

"Tell me, Athena, why you came to my aid..." wait WAIT HE SUNG THE "what keeps you up so late at night myyy friend?" MELODY??? HOLY SHIT!!

Ok that was awesome. We'll Be Fine time!

SHE CALLED ODY HER FRIEND!!

OMG SHE'S DOING THE "MIIIND" RIFF!!

awww she regrets <3

NO THE "SLEEP AT NIGHT" CALLING BACK TO ALL THOSE TIME ODY COULDN'T SLEEP FROM REGRET

omg but her HIGH notes

ooh? 👀 The line changed from "sailed to an island" to "and I didn't die?? What does this mean for HTD's "I heard he's on a diplomatic mission" line?

oh now HIS high notes!!

THEIR HARMONIES!!

awww their motifs mixing! <3 <3

(Edit post Live: lmao him trying to lean on her shoulder and accidentally falling through her instead XD)

Well that was nice! Time for LIP... What am I in for bro

AHA I was RIGHT! The music from the cover art reveal IS here at the start of this song!

OH HOLY HSIT NOT HIS "REMEMBER ME" OMG WAIT GO BACK

The "ohhhh" motif from Remember Them!

TIME DIVE! WITH LYRICS!

oh yo! THESE scenes! We called the Sirens, Scylla, and Thunder Bringer on the discord, but the lines that are being used are INTERESTING

(Edit post Live: the animatics are going CRAZY this saga!)

calypso time...

Ooh calypso's voice is much gentler than the snippets! (I'm determined to not let my bias against her character in the Odyssey colour how I feel about her performance, because Wangui is a lovely person, and her voice is beautiful.)

lmao the awkwardly long pause and then "... ANWAYS!" is always funny XD

the electronic elements when she reveals what she is!

"Time can take a heavy toll." uh oh what's that mean

Damn not the "all I hear are screams"-

...

... holy fuck. Um. My jaw literally dropped what. What. Ok first, her "ody" fuck that. Second, the LEDGE?? Um. UM. I need to rewind please

Oh shit

Oh my goddd JUST LET HIM GO

NOT THE OPEN ARMS NO WHAT THE FUCK NOT POLITES OMG EURYLOCHUS OH FUCK ANTICLEA TOO OH SHIT

no him calling for athena! 😭

the slow clock omgggg

YES GO HELP HIM HE NEEDS HELP

... wait I need to rewind wait shit I'm shaking

ok. Pause. That was.

I guess I called correctly, but it turned out to be a BIT of an understatement when I said there'd be an UNEXPRECTED EMOTIONAL MOMENT! What the FUCK. Oh god that was incredible and I teared up and ah fuck wtf fuck who gave him the RIGHT

TIme for God Games. Shit. Am I ready for Beast Mode Zeus??? No. But I'm doing it anyway! :D

ok that was beautiful. Also her calling him "father" was unexpected but welcome

"... Odysseus." commander motif!!

god I love his voice but I hate him

ok I love how he says "AphroDITE!" I'm smiling, I'm getting into this

also, wait why does he say "or" instead of "and" like the snippets did?

The voice teasers! Ah shit I can't believe I'm going to HEAR THEIR VERSES IN A FEW SECONDS WHAT. Also Hera's voice is VERY interesting!

Apollo? YO?? Wait wait I have to go back and actually listen to the words lmao his voice is cool!

oh the sirens??

Huh. I... don't really get that logic? Athena just said "yeah but they had it coming and now they'll know better" and he replied "understandable have a nice day"?

wow what is that accent? Lemme go back and understand lol

damn those went by quick. Also, not what I'd thought their issues would be. Tho I think someone called the sirens one!

ooh wait I've always loved aphrodite's, this is BEAUTIFUL. I need to go back to the start of the song so I can get her full impact after pausing so much.

ohhh she's the first one to reject athena!

Ares!!

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE NOW! HIS SON'S MY FRIEND!"oop you done fucked up ares

oh I LIKE hera's voice! It's kinda airy but still hella powerful!

damn my jaw hurts from smiling

I hear cheering 👀

ohhh THAT'S what he meant by "or"! Athena was supposed to face either the five gods or Zeus?

"You DARE to defy me!" DAMN Zeus! That growl!

THUNDER BRINGER CHORUS!

lightning bolt to the face lmao

oh? The Wotm motif?

wait. Is the. Is this the "anime character on brink of death thinks of their friends and powers up" moment???

(Edit post Live: shit, zeus. Someone call CPS)

"Let him go..." oh wait that's IT?? NO WHAT SHIT

... lemme hear that end bit again.

WAIT reading through the comments and JORGE'S DAD VOICES HEPHAESTUS?? HOLY SHIT THAT'S EPIC! Now we just need his sister lol.

Oh that's right, I can see the cast now! Brandon McInnis as Apollo, POSEY as Hera, and Mike Rivera as Hephaestus. Nice.

It's 1 am now. Holy shit that was a wild ride. Damn. Hats off to Jorge and all the cast and editors and EVERYONE, that was absolutely incredible!! 💙🙌🏼🎉

... but also JORGE! WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE-

[nolita-fairytale]

wip: a sneak peek of a oneshot i'm working on

your past and mine are parallel lines

summary: a run-in with an old friend sparks a conversation between you and carmy of the people you loved before each other. or rather, the one in which you meet claire

a/n: this is just an excerpt!! more is coming and it's not your average jealousy fic bc i'm apparently in my ~emotionally healthy~ era. i know i said i was done writing in the make my heart surrender-verse, but... here we go again!

It begins with forgotten carrots, a necessary ingredient for the puree, instrumental to the dish that you and Carmy have working on all afternoon together. You’d hadn’t put them on the grocery list the day before, sure that you had a bunch or two at home, only to find mid-recipe development that you did not, in fact, have carrots at home. It doesn’t take long for Carmy to suggest a quick trip to the store, insisting that you come with him because this is a date, after all. 

It’s something you and Carmy have decided to do, now that neither of you are needed at the restaurant 24/7: a cooking date at home. It's only happened once before, and despite the fact that this date night was an idea born out of both of your desires to introduce more fun into your lives, you know it will inevitably become a dish that Carmy tries to put on the menu.

Divide and conquer is the strategy: while you hit up the produce aisle, Carmy will find a bottle of orange wine for dinner later tonight. 

But what’s supposed to be a simple Saturday afternoon grocery store run takes a turn for the intriguing as you hear a laugh – a woman’s laugh – and the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice muttering something about the name of his restaurant.

As you approach, you spot your boyfriend and the woman he’s found himself in a conversation with. Carmy leans against the refrigerator doors, his chest square to the brunette, bathed in neon blues from the refrigerator lights. 

“Because you’re the bear. And I remember you,” you hear her say. You observe carefully, the look of surprise and the blush that runs across his cheeks in response to her words are not lost on you. 

There’s a palpable energy between them as they converse, and it feels as if all the blood is rushing to your head as you cut the tension with a single word: 

“Hey.”

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[keepingitsimple3]

Breaking Up With Sin!

By A.J. Briar

When you let go of sin, a lot of people think it’s easy since we are now in the salvation of God but… what they don’t know or don’t tell you is how hard it is to let go of sin.

For some of us we had fun doing that sin and partying and forgetting the horrible things of this world. For some of us it was something to keep us from being lonely at night. For some it would be something to numb us so we don’t feel pain.

Either way sin was a part of us and in the way we were a part of it. That connection is like a toxic relationship! You two thought you had something special and didn’t see the red flags at the time but, when you noticed things around it and noticed how you felt, you wanted out. The worst part you didn’t break up in a mature way, you went out fighting, clawing and even at times crying to get out of it.

Breaking up with sin is not easy! It still follows you and tries to get to you.

“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:”

‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭5‬:‭8‬ ‭KJV‬‬

It may catch up to you and cause you a lot of destruction in your life when you were doing everything right. Luckily when this happens, we don’t have to face our battles alone.

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭KJV‬‬

God will be with us when temptation of sin happens and when life happens! God gave us this reminder for a reason and this next verse to give us hope.

“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”

‭‭John‬ ‭16‬:‭33‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Like John 16:33 said, Jesus has over came the world! We should have peace in this alone! Jesus overcame death and gave us a way of new life! And he gives it free to whoever wants it!

“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:”

‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭2‬:‭8‬ ‭KJV‬‬

This is a gift of God! This is his way of helping us move on from sin and death. Will there be temptation yes, but as he promised in Isaiah that he will be with us! So let us have hope today that God will help us conquer our sins today and that we can walk in a better life with the gift of Salvation!

[zaunite-leo]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓐 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

━━━━━━━━━━. ₊☽◯☾₊ .━━━━━━━━━━

From scraps to lavish endeavors, Zaun was well versed in vices; delights which were best suited to be enjoyed far from the minds of the innocent.

Zaun, A city which slipped beneath the crust of Runeterra, shielded from the prudence of its sister city. Piltover. Where the city of invention prided itself on progress, its precursor creativity prospered here, in Zaun. Down to the depths of dark shadows, where the monsters lurked. No, not just lurked but thrived; Stuffed on feasts most extraordinary and vices rampant. Awake in their playground untouched and undisturbed.

Under the table.

Yet one need not be from here to understand there were things not even the strongest of runeterra’s warriors could win a war against. Things no man mortal or beyond were immune to.

One of which was desire.

The other hate, and its rival? sympathy.

All equally strong; able to topple kingdoms and conquer men. For, once one bears their heart to one, it is inevitable to do so to the other.

Only the horribly naive or foolish could believe themselves capable to wage such a violent internal war. It was why so many men slipped down to the undercity once night befell upon the gleaming city. Thinking themselves privy to the culture of those they stepped above. For only the undercity was capable of unmasking eyes from the veil piltover wove.

But such thoughts were too far reaching for the Preoccupied mind of a healer to ponder; at least actively. Though even she, who took the name Mauder under the city’s influence, was a work in progress of such a phenomenon.

Now subjected to the depravity, she managed to find her own ability to thrive. Now revealed, open… fresh like a wound to an unfiltered world.

No longer with the pressure of prudence or arrogance of ‘a better blood’.

Instead to be replaced by a state of unmarred exuberance, that drove forward the unapologetic nature of living in Zaun.

Each clack of cloven hooves on the cobblestone road, drove her ever forward to the beating heart of the Lanes. Like countless others before her, she too was drawn in towards The Last Drop.

Though weary, she found herself lingering at the door. A lamb willingly walking herself into the den of a monster most cruel. Even if here was where the worst of them lurked; she had managed to convince herself that he wasn’t going to step too far from his throne. Little did she know, neither The Eye of Zaun nor the philosophy of the ‘Zaunite’ mentality was the worst of her worries tonight. For tonight, something even more sinister lurked, right behind the doors she was currently lingering before.

Gathering her courage in a single breath, she stepped forward. Finally approaching the bouncers flanking either side of the entrance to the lively club.

Draped in a thick cloak of silks, the figure straightened herself as she neared. Her footing, although cautious, seemed to emit a sharp sound with each step; despite the obvious trepidation she approached with. Dark blacks and blues melted into white, as stitched stars fell from the hood; which bore at the crest of it, a crown of nine four pointed stars attached at both pointed sides.

Punctured by a large pin, the fabric fell over her left shoulder and cascaded over her lithe frame beneath. Swallowing whatever silhouette lay beneath its shroud of the blackened sky.

Stopping in front of them, Mauder took either side of the hood in hand to pull the hood away from her nose and over the hook of a single bowed horn. Glowing orbs of colorless eyes filtered behind black painted erupted light over the soft lines of her features and the bridge of a feminine nose. Whatever features were left untouched by the pulse of the neon symbol above them, was now set alight as she stole a glance between both imposing figures.

Without a word exchanged she was looked over,a few times from both men. The bouncers who did not offer their name shared a look and eventually turned to step aside. Granting her access. The right one, a pale man with a neck as wide as her thigh, and a dome as clean shaven as a newborn rat opened the door for her as he stepped aside with a gruff grunt. Opening the gate to a world she had yet to witness -at least from the view of the audience-.

As she stepped through the threshold, it felt as though she was stepping through some sort of portal. To a new world hidden beneath the shadows of the Promenade. The overwhelming force of so much stimuli swarmed her senses, disorienting, nauseating and… utterly glorious. It was almost toppling with its intensity. The weight of the bar’s atmosphere felt heavy enough to swim through, the air far worse than that outside. She could barely make out one of the countless drugs responsible for such density; As it all accumulated above the heads of the sea of people, whose shapes were lost in the glint of flashing light. The bass of the music drowned out the words of the song as it pulsed through her and rattled every bone. The sound echoing inside of her ribcage unapologetically in its intensity. like a bird trying to flutter free from its cage, rude and refusing to be ignored.

A little lamb walking, willingly into the den of the worst beast of all:

Man.

Welcome to the playground.

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@saviourofzaun

[starryeyedjanai]

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[scribeforchrist-blog]

Placing My Trust in God 

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Romans 12:10 Love each other with genuine affection and take delight in honoring each other

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VERSE OF THE DAY 

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+   Psalm 44:6 I do not trust in my bow. I do not count on my sword to save me.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

 I AM FREE 

I AM FILLED WITH JOY 

I AM ANOINTED 

I AM TRUSTING IN GOD 

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READ TIME: 7 Mintues & 45 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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    We must be careful what we place our trust in. Many people place trust in their bank accounts, spouses, jobs, cars, etc., but the only one we can trust to take care of us is the lord; the lord took care of Adam and Eve after they sinned. 

 Genesis 3:20-21 Then the man—Adam—named his wife Eve because she would be the mother of all who live. And the Lord God made clothing from animal skins for Adam and his wife.

  Even after they sinned, he cared for them, and many people won't take care of us after we have wronged them. They would overlook us if they could, but not God. He killed an animal and made their clothes out of the skin of the animal. Look at Moses; Moses had to trust in God to help him with Pharoah; even though Moses kept saying he couldn’t lead these people, he couldn’t speak well, and he couldn’t do this and that, but he could lead the people out of Egypt, with the power of God.

    Exodus 14:1 Then the Lord gave these instructions to Moses: “

  The lord didn’t just give anyone instructions; he gave them to Moses, and people had to listen to him. Moses had to trust that the lord was leading and guiding them, and when we trust in God, he will always show us why we can. Many people don’t trust or believe in God, but as I grow, in Him, we learn to trust in him more.

     Exodus 13:21-22. The Lord went ahead of them. He guided them during the day with a pillar of cloud and provided light at night with a pillar of fire. This allowed them to travel by day or by night.��22 And the Lord did not remove the pillar of cloud or pillar of fire from its place in front of the people.

  The lord can be trusted, David said in the verse today. I don’t trust in my bow, I don’t count on my sword, and many of us count on other things, but not David. Even though David was a skilled warrior , he still didn’t trust anyone but the Lord.

  Verse 7: You are the one who gives us victory over our enemies; you disgrace those who hate us.

  The Lord is the only one that can give us victory. We can’t  count on other people for victory; we have victory over drug addiction or a lustful mind; we have victory over sins we couldn’t conquer on our own, but we can have VICTORY THROUGH GOD; we can only thank God and give him honor for the road he has taken us on and the road He is guiding us on; a lot of us will give credit to a therapist, to medicine, to other things but not God because we feel he didn’t do it but God has done more for us then anyone will ever can 

   Psalm 20:7 Some trust in chariots and some in horses. Still, we trust in the name of the Lord our God.

    David says again that nothing can be trusted, only the name of God. I can remember being in the hospital one time, and I had a blood transfusion. And I didn’t know God then, and I was scared. My parents couldn’t come to the hospital, nor could my sister, and as I lay there, I said, God, please help me, please don’t let me feel any pain, and when they got through, I didn't feel an ounce of pain the doctor told me he was surprised I was still living because I could’ve died. Still, God saw me through it all; he cared for me, and even then, I knew he would take care of me.

Still, I didn’t want to let go of my ways; sometimes, we are so fixated on a specific sin that we lose all of the sense of who we are and who God is to us, but we must understand that the sin we are relying on is just there temporary until we let go, we can’t grow nor fully trust in God. 

  Isaiah 12:2 Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The LORD, the LORD himself, is my strength and my defense; he has become my salvation

   We can’t be afraid when we trust in God; a lot of us are afraid because we don’t know what to expect, but we can always hold on to God; we can’t allow fear to run our lives when only God suppose to be over our lives, the enemy wants us where we don’t trust in God, but we must trust in God for everything in our life. 

  Isaiah 26:4 Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD, the LORD himself, is the Rock eternal.

    I got to have something sturdy in my life. I got to have something substantial in my life, and the one thing that is strong and sturdy is Jesus; we might think everything around us is sturdy and the foundation we’re stepping on is firm; it’s not without him. We have nothing. He’s the rock that holds us firm. I can tell you, friends, that unless we trust in God, we won’t grow.

Our lives can change in the blink of an eye; we can think we are fine the way we are and what we have the next minute; things can change, but we should be at a place in our life where if it’s a sudden change that we depend on God not what we had because what’s here on earth the Bible tells us is temporary, what’s here on earth isn’t dependable but what is, is Jesus! 

  ***Today, we talked about who we can trust. Moses had to trust in God, and David had to trust in God. When walking in this life, we better trust in God; people will leave us,

God wants us to depend on him; I can tell you now friends depending on men will always cause you to be lost. 

   John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

   The Lord wants us to depend on him; he came to give us life but the enemy wants to steal from us; he came to kill; he came to destroy. We can’t trust the enemy, but we can ONLY trust in God; we can’t believe in THE ENEMY ; he will just lie to us, and if you're not strong in your word and prayer life, you’ll believe what he says we can’t believe what the enemy says to us because he’s here to steal kill and destroy and once we believe this we will be more cautious and willing to trust the lord more, remember you can trust God and rely on him. Go to him today and tell him how you’re feeling. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything; lord, we ask you to help us to draw closer to you; lord, help us not to lose what we have with you for anything; help us to trust in you more each day. Lord, we ask you to continue to show us the way. Lord, we give you everything. Lord, pour out a fresh anointing on us today, and most of all, help us to apply this word to our lives in Jesus' Name, Amen. 

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REFERENCES 

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+ John 14:1 Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me.

 

+ Philippians 4:19 And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.

 

+  Proverbs 29:25 Fear of man will be a snare, but whoever trusts the LORD is kept safe.

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FURTHER READINGS 

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 Proverbs 24

Matthew 17

Ezekiel 4

Jeremiah 40

Psalm 106

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