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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year ago

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Still got that Horror Mafiafell Sans brainrot

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It wasn’t the first time Sans had pulled you into his lap, by any stretch of the imagination. The wads of cash he so often put in your pocket to ‘make up’ for the time you spent trapped had been difficult to explain to the bank at first- by now, it had happened so often that the tellers just got a look on their faces when they saw you walk in

They called you by name without looking at any paperwork. They probably thought YOU were in the mafia.

It was common bar knowledge how fond he was of holding you through his meals. Nowadays, Lisa would jokingly 'warn' you when he came through the doors and his mood was visibly stormy... the deeper his glower, the more likely he was to pull you in without warning when you passed his table, those giant claws sealing tight around a body that immediately became tiny in his presence.

So you should've been used to it.

...

... Something was very new about this time. And it wasn't just the lit cigar between his phalanges, different to his usual brand of choice.

Up against his huge chest. Your cheeks were hot, your heart was thumping. His touch was... different. Sat sideways across his lap, he kept you tucked against him with a hand on your thigh. Though on your thigh was a little bit of an understatement- his hand was so huge, he had nearly all of your thigh in his hold.

The other hand, resting on the table, had the cigar held between the index and middle finger. It felt like an impenetrable barrier between you and the outside world... his gold rings gleaming in the low light.

... Perhaps it was the position of his hand. Holding your thigh gently, but with a possessive hint in the curl of his claws that slightly pressed into your flesh. Big, warm bones, the cold metal of the rings... he was holding you like he owned you.

Either way, you were just staring at his jacket lapel. Finding it very hard to cool down. The smell of smoke and gold was overpowering.

(You’d grown pretty adept at just tuning all table conversations out, for fear of overhearing something dangerous. But today, you couldn’t have concentrated on what was being said to Sans by the other two men at the table, even if you tried to.)

You didn’t know what the meeting he was having was about, and whatever it was, he didn’t seem happy about it. But he wasn't furious in a way that would usually frighten you. His energy was much more... reserved. There was a low scowl written across his face, he looked serious, dark. The crack and his scars cast deep and expressive shadows across his face. You were protected from the entire world, like this.

... Usually, you just felt like a tiny plushie in the arms of a big child who needed comforting. Not this time. And as he brushed his thumb slowly, back and forth across your leg... the prickles ran up your spine.

What's wrong with me? You swallowed. Your heart hadn't slowed down, not one bit, hands balled in your apron. What's going on?

... You heard Sans move, above you. You couldn't help but look up at him- and his big eye moved down to you. He seemed to register your altered state, for the first time, emerging a little from his obvious frustration at the other members of the table.

...

... His expression changed. Something about him shifted, ever-so-slightly.

His grin lifted, sharpened... his sockets fractionally lidded.

He was smirking at you.

You’d grown accustomed to gleaning as much as possible from Sans’ expressions. It was how you judged his mood, how you saw his grabs coming, how you guessed what he was trying to say with the few words he had available.

Perhaps you were too good, now. Because when he leered down at you like that, gently squeezing your thigh... you could practically hear his words purring through your mind.

“aren’t you cute~?”

You immediately broke eye contact, staring at your own knees. But it to was too late- you felt heat completely flood your face.

... Sans returned his attention to the other people at the table. But not before he gave your thigh another little stroke with his thumb. As if making sure you absolutely knew he saw that.

...

You faintly recalled hearing that Sans, before his famous injury, was something of a... playboy. If you were completely honest, it had been very hard to picture the Sans you knew successfully wooing someone.

...

You could imagine it, now. Very, very well.

#llama writes #hmf sans #look. look. i kNOW #HES HOT OKAY #HES SO HOT #and i know we all love that hes a big ol sweetie and a big somft puppy #but i wanted a lil glimpse of the mf in the hmf yknow #he got the Skull Rizz and the Mafiafell Rizz... /combined/#you cant tell me that wouldnt Do Something ifyouknowwhatimsayin

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infamous-light · 9 months ago

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Captured Part V

Dark! Wandanat x Villain/Mutant! F! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4

AO3: Captured

Summary: You and your mutant friends have been in hiding due to the havoc you all wreaked over the past few years. One day, you all decided to make your presence known and rob one of the largest federal reserve banks in the U.S.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned for you.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Mind manipulation, kidnapping, suggestive themes

You found yourself sinking into the familiar embrace of the couch once more, the weight of the day settling heavily upon your shoulders. Tension coiled in your stomach like a tightly wound spring but the soft cushions beneath you cradled your body, offering some semblance of comfort in the midst of this turmoil.

The movie flickered on the screen, but its sound blended into the background as your mind was elsewhere, replaying snippets of the conversation you overheard between Natasha and Wanda a moment ago. You tried to focus on the movie, but every scene was a blur as your thoughts swirled with uncertainty and fear.

With a deep sigh, you closed your eyes, trying to push away the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm you. You desperately needed a moment of respite, so you decided to focus on regulating your breathing, attempting to calm your nerves. Each inhalation brought a fleeting sense of peace, while each exhale released a fraction of the pent-up tension.

But just as you began to ease your anxiety, the abrupt shuffle of footsteps outside the living room door shattered the fragile bubble of solitude you had constructed. Your ears perked up at the faintest hint of movement, a skill honed through years of evading capture and navigating the shadows. Like a seasoned fugitive, your eyes snapped open with a primal instinct, instantly alert to the slightest threat or opportunity that presented itself.

With practiced ease, you arranged your features into a calm façade, smoothing out any trace of the inner conflict that twisted within.

As Natasha and Wanda entered the living room, their chatter broke through the heavy silence that had enveloped you. Wanda’s gaze landed on you, her eyes alight with a playful twinkle as she greeted you with a light-hearted comment, “Did we miss anything important? Or were we just in time for the best part?”

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. “Knowing our luck, we probably did.”

You forced a smile, trying to push aside the unease that gnawed at your insides. “No, you're just in time.”

You were sandwiched between Natasha and Wanda a moment later, their presence enveloping you in a stifling heat that made your skin prickle with discomfort.

Natasha leaned against your left side, her familiar scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling your senses. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as she rested her head on your shoulder.

On your right, Wanda snuggled up against you, her touch sending a tingle down your back. Her fingers intertwined with yours, creating an intimate connection that should stir something within you, but it didn’t.

Every instinct in your body screamed at you to escape their proximity, to flee from the looming threat they posed. But you remained frozen, unable to tear yourself away from them.

Every moment felt like an eternity as you wrestled with the urgent need to plan your escape. The longer you stayed here, the more likely they were to notice something was amiss with you. You knew you had to act fast, to devise a plan that would allow you to slip away unnoticed. Every movement had to be calculated, every word carefully chosen to maintain the façade of normalcy.

You surveyed the living room with a veneer of collectedness, your eyes darting discreetly from one corner to another, cataloging every detail. Despite the pressing nature of the situation, you maintained an air of calculated control, aware that any sign of agitation could betray your intentions to Natasha and Wanda.

The lack of a window only heightened your sense of desperation. The stale air seemed to press down on you, suffocating any hope of escape.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed as the movie reached the end credits. Natasha and Wanda shifted on the couch, their movements slow and relaxed as they tried to find a more comfortable position. Wanda spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled over the living room.

“Well, that was a fun movie,” she said, her eyes sparkling with delight as she turned to you and Natasha. “Don't you think?”

You hummed in agreement, giving Wanda a small smile.

Natasha’s gaze flickered toward you, her eyes searching yours for a moment before she reached out to squeeze your left thigh.

“You look tired, honey,” she said quietly. “I think we should go to bed.”

To be honest, you did feel tired. Your eyelids drooped with weariness and every muscle in your body ached with fatigue. You knew that in order to execute your escape plan successfully, you needed to be well-rested and sharp.

“Yeah, I am actually.” You admitted with a faint smile.

As you stood up, Natasha's slender fingers intertwined with yours. The softness of her skin against yours was smooth and warm as she led you toward the bedroom. The gentle pressure against your right arm startled you momentarily and you glanced sideways to see that Wanda's arm had looped with yours.

Wanda smiled at you. Slowly, she leaned in, her delicate scent filling your senses before her lips planted a kiss on your cheek. A flutter of conflicting emotions erupted within you like a storm brewing beneath calm waters. On the one hand, her affection was comforting but on the other hand, it felt inherently wrong.

Each kiss, each embrace, only served as a painful reminder of the truth you were desperately trying to uncover.

For now, you returned Wanda's affection while silently plotting your escape.

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As you slowly awakened, you found yourself nestled between Natasha and Wanda.

Natasha's arm was currently draped over your waist protectively, her hair spilling across the pillow in a cascade of red locks. Beside you, Wanda lay peacefully asleep. Her face was buried in the crook of your neck, her soft hair tickling your skin with every exhale.

The rhythmic sound of their breathing reached your ears, a soothing lullaby that almost put you back to sleep. But the gentle stirrings of wakefulness nudged you into action, reminding you of what needed to be done.

To escape.

There wasn’t a moment to slip out of bed unnoticed as both Natasha and Wanda stirred almost simultaneously, their eyelids fluttering open in sync. Natasha's gaze met yours first, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes as she stretched her lithe frame.

“Good morning.” She murmured, her voice husky with sleep as her hand reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

On the other side, Wanda’s eyelids continued to blink away the remnants of sleep. Her expression softened into a gentle smile as she became fully aware of her surroundings.

Wanda reached out instinctively, her hand finding yours. “Morning, love.”

“Good morning.” You said in a low tone as you began to rise from the bed, but Natasha's hands gripped your shoulders, pushing you back down onto the mattress.

You let out a surprised gasp. Her lips curled into a sly grin as she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear.

“Where do you think you're going?” Natasha purred.

She straddled you in one swift move, allowing her weight to settle onto your hips. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the curve of her breasts, the soft swell inviting your gaze. The thin tank top she wore did very little to conceal their ample size as they strained against the fabric, begging to be set free. Even the faint outline of her nipples teased through the material, a tantalizing hint of the hardened peaks that awaited beneath.

As Natasha leaned in closer, her body pressing against yours, your eyes drifted downward, drawn to the sight of her tiny shorts. The material clung to her hips, riding up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs with every movement.

Natasha's gaze was intense, her eyes burning with a primal hunger as she now caged you in, her lips hovering just an inch away from yours.

And then, in a heartbeat, her lips closed the distance. The taste of her lips, sweet and inviting, ignited a fire within you that threatened to consume all rational thought. Her tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth with a hunger that matched your own.

But even in the midst of passion, a small voice whispered in the back of your mind, urging you to stop this.

“Natasha-” You attempted to interject between kisses, but she was lost in the heat of the moment, her desire fueling her actions.

Her breath mingled with yours, hot and needy, as she pressed her body against your front, her curves fitting perfectly against your own. You turned your face to the right to break the kiss, but Natasha followed, her lips trailing a path of fiery kisses along your jawline. Your hands reached up to push Natasha's shoulders, attempting to create some distance between you two.

As you struggled to maintain your composure, you heard a soft chuckle from your right side. Glancing over, you saw Wanda resting on one of her elbows, amusement shining behind her eyes as she observed you and Natasha.

She clearly wasn’t going to help you.

“Natasha, please, I need to use the bathroom.” You whined, desperation lacing your voice.

It was the only thing you could think of to pry yourself away from her relentless advances.

Natasha’s gaze darkened with a mix of desire and frustration, but she acquiesced, albeit reluctantly. You could sense her impatience, her hunger for more.

“Alright.” She muttered; her voice was laced with a hint of disappointment as she allowed you to slip out from underneath her grasp.

You picked up some clothes from the dresser and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. The soft click of the latch echoed in the small space as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You stood before the bathroom sink, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on your shoulders like a heavy burden. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached out to turn on the faucet, the sound of rushing water filling the silence of the bathroom.

As the cool water cascaded into your cupped hands, you couldn’t help but notice how your fingers quivered with nervous energy. You splashed the water onto your face, hoping to calm the racing thoughts and the pounding of your heart but the anxiety gnawed at you relentlessly, refusing to be quelled by a mere splash of water.

The memory of their conversation kept echoing in your mind. They want to fake your death, have you vanished into obscurity.

With trembling hands, you reached for a towel to dry off, the fabric rough against your sensitive skin. You took a moment to compose yourself before getting dressed, slipping into fresh clothes.

Exiting the bathroom, your steps faltered as you were met with the sight of Natasha and Wanda, both clad in various stages of undress. Natasha's curves were accentuated by a lacy black ensemble, while Wanda's slender frame was adorned in sheer red lace that left little to the imagination.

“I'll meet you both in the kitchen.” You managed to choke out, your voice strained with discomfort.

Their gazes locked onto you, Wanda's dark with desire, her eyes smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Natasha, on the other hand, frowned, a hint of frustration flickering across her features as she watched you.

“We promise we won’t take too long.” Wanda purred, giving you a playful wink.

Heat spread up your neck as you gave her an awkward smile, feeling the weight of Wanda's amused gaze on you. Natasha's reaction was palpable as she shot you a cold glare before following Wanda into the bathroom.

That wasn’t good. You were on Natasha's bad side, and it wasn't a place you wanted to be. All that did was add an extra layer of difficulty to an already precarious situation.

There was no time to waste. You released a long breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through you.

The past two nights were consumed by Natasha's and Wanda’s presence, leaving little opportunity for you to explore. Now, with them distracted, it was the best possible time for you to start scoping this place out.

Your eyes drifted to the bedroom window, a potential escape route, but you knew better than to rush blindly. Not with them so close to you.

Opening the door, you stepped past the threshold, the cool air of the hallway a stark contrast to the warmth of the bedroom. Goosebumps prickled your skin, and you took a moment to adjust to the change in temperature.

As you ventured further down the hallway, you noticed that it split into two distinct paths. Both hallways stretched out before you, identical in appearance.

After a moment of consideration, you decided to walk down the left hallway first.

With cautious steps, you navigated the dimly lit hallway, your senses on high alert. The walls were devoid of windows, casting the space in shadow, but there was an eerie sense of orderliness to the surroundings. Nothing appeared out of place, no signs of decay or neglect marring the pristine halls.

As you continued onward, the silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of your own footsteps echoing off the walls.

You checked each door along the way, hoping to find an exit or a clue to aid your escape. Each door yielded to your touch without resistance, swinging open to reveal unassuming rooms with no signs of life.

A sinking feeling settled low in the pit of your stomach. There were no windows, no alternate exits – just a series of closed doors that led to a dead end.

Finally, you reached the end of the hallway, your search yielding no answers, no means of escape. You stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door before you, a sense of resignation washing over you. With a heavy sigh, you reached out and grasped the handle, your fingers trembling slightly with apprehension. Every fiber of your being prepared for yet another dead end.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you turned the handle. The door swung open with ease, revealing a storage room.

Entering the room, you're greeted by a clutter of boxes strewn across the floor, each one bursting at the seams with documents and files. Despite the chaotic scene before you, your attention was immediately drawn to the window on the far side of the storage room.

A surge of hope flooded through you at the sight of the window. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, you made your way toward the large aperture.

Reaching the window, you paused, taking a moment to survey the landscape beyond.

You were greeted by the sight of a dense forest stretching out as far as the eye could see. Towering trees loomed overhead, their branches swaying gently in the early morning breeze. The forest floor was carpeted with a thick layer of underbrush, a mosaic of greens and browns interspersed with patches of sunlight filtering through the canopy above.

Birds chirped and flitted among the branches, their songs echoing through the stillness of the forest. In the distance, you could hear the faint rush of a nearby stream, its waters weaving through the heart of the forest like a silver ribbon.

You reached out and touched the pane of the window. A frown creased your brow as you realized the glass was thick, tempered for durability. There was no mechanism to open the window either.

Running your fingers along the smooth surface, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping in. You had hoped for a moment of relief, a simple solution to your predicament, but now you realize that breaking through won't be as straightforward as you had initially thought.

It would take a great deal of force and stress to shatter it, far more than you could muster with just your strength alone or with the aid of a tool.

Glancing down at the cuffs that encircled your wrists, you felt a pang of resentment toward the device that nullified your powers. The metallic cuffs seemed to mock you, their cold, unyielding grip a constant reminder of your limitations. But then you remembered Natasha’s and Wanda's warnings. They had spoken of the dangers, of the instability that lurked within your abilities. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You knew you were fully capable of obliterating the tempered glass with ease, if not for these restraints.

You withdrew your hand from the window, turning away from the tantalizing glimpse of freedom beyond. Despite the obstacles that stood in your way, you knew that giving up was not an option. You were determined to find a way out of this predicament, to reclaim your agency and uncover the truth.

Your thoughts spiraled further until the familiar sound of Natasha's and Wanda's laughter sounded down the hallway, jolting you back to reality.

Alarm surged through you. Without hesitation, you exited the storage room, pulling the door closed behind you with a muted thud. As you hurried back down the hallway, your heart raced in your chest, their laughter growing louder with each passing second.

Reaching the kitchen, you took a moment to catch your breath, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You then darted toward the cupboard, your hand reaching out to grab an empty cup.

You turned on your heel and swung open the refrigerator door, the soft hum of the appliance filling the air. Your fingers closed around the chilled bottle of orange juice, pulling it from its resting place.

Pouring the amber liquid into the cup, you watched as it cascaded down in a steady stream. Lifting the cup to your lips, you took a long, slow sip, relishing the citrus flavor that slid down your throat.

Glancing around with a casual air, you needed to give the impression that you had been waiting here all along.

It was at that moment both women entered the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda stood before you, fully dressed and radiant in the morning light.

As Natasha's eyes landed on you – her smile strained – a flicker of irritation flashed in her eyes. Despite her best efforts to mask her disappointment, the tension between you two hung thick in the air, a silent reminder of the rejection you had dealt her.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Natasha’s tone was polite but tinged with an undercurrent of annoyance as she sauntered past you.

“Yes, please.” You replied, keeping your tone neutral.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to slow it down.

With practiced efficiency, Natasha moved around the kitchen, the clatter of utensils against pots and pans filling the space.

Wanda observed the scene with a small smirk on her face. She seemed unfazed, her eyes flickering between you and Natasha with mild interest.

“I wouldn’t worry about Nat. She’ll get over it.” Wanda teased as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Natasha scoffed.

You decided not to say anything to that. It’s best to keep quiet for now.

Eventually, you all settled around the kitchen table, the smooth wooden surface adorned with a colorful array of dishes.

You continued to play your part, biding your time until the opportunity presented itself to make your move.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #scarlet witch #natasha romanov #dark wanda x reader #dark natasha x reader #wandanat x reader #scarlet witch x reader

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greenbloods · 7 months ago

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everybody's speculating on where hotd will end and youd think that a logical stopping point would be aegon and viserys meeting on the beachhead of kings landing because it perfectly encapsulates the tragedy and futility of the war and how it only leaves behind broken boys but youd be WRONG. manifesting an entire season of lysene spring court politics with my mind i want to see every aspect of the rogare banking crisis in excruciating detail. this is no longer a high fantasy tragedy it's a black comedy court drama where we follow the marvelous misadventures of lysandro and drazenko rogare as they discover the magical world of fractional reserve manipulation

#hotd spoilers #f&b spoilers #house of the dragon

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ofepiphxny · 3 months ago

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✧ ― 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑

〈 regé-jean page / cis man / he + him / 34 (340) 〉in the great land of prythian, AUDRIC BRYTHAR of the DAY COURT begins their journey towards a new future. known to be LOYAL AND OBSERVANT, their suspected RESERVED AND CAUTIOUS habits might prove to be their undoing. if the fae could compose a song for them, it could tell stories of THE SERENITY OF SUNLIGHT RESTING UPON SKIN, VIEWS OF GOLD AND IVORY, THE SKEPTICISMS OF THE FUTURE WHISPERED FROM THE SKY, AND A CROWN WEIGHED HEAVILY WITH TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS. the fates whispers to the HIGH LORD OF THE DAY COURT and it is said that their loyalties lie with PRYTHIAN. only time will tell if the HIGH FAE has what it takes to live amongst the ruin.

name: audric brythar face claim: regé-jean page pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man orientation: bisexual, biromantic age: 34/340 date of birth: january 30th zodiac sign: aquarius place of birth: the day court court: the day court position: high lord species: high fae abilities: day court specific magic (spell cleaving & sun manipulation – expert), winnowing family: jayne brythar (wife; deceased), tbd brythar (father; deceased), tbd brythar (mother; deceased?), tbd brythar (younger sibling), tbd brythar (younger sibling), tbd brythar (younger sibling) (parents’ names could maybe be brainstormed with sibling applicants?) moral alignment: neutral good mbti: isfj enneagram: 6w5 vice & virtue: pride & humility character inspos: elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), robb stark (game of thrones), clark kent (superman) inspo songs: grace by rag’n’bone man running up that hill by placebo the golden age by woodkid au revoir by onerepublic evermore by taylor swift and bon iver atlas by coldplay ━ history (death tw, murder tw) (tl;dr below)

Knowledge was power, a common sentiment told to Audric by his father, the former High Lord of Day Court. Told various times that power could be found in many forms, but what was harbored in the mind had the potential to make or break everything if given the chance. Keep vigilant because even the wind listened. Their home court was an immaculate vision of gold and ivory, yet Audric found his father to almost be the epitome of both. The way the older man had carried himself with such untouched grace. A lingering demeanor of patience and calm too, but one that demanded respect nonetheless. His devotion to his family, his children, was also a further testament to his character. Audric had admired him from an early age, an observant gaze and eager feet following him around the palace. While other younglings were running around in the streets, buzzing with laughter and ignoring the calls of responsibility, Audric’s childhood wasn’t as carefree.

He had always known he would one day follow in his father’s footsteps too. It had been a fact that was made clear very early on. As a young fae, Audric may not have fully grasped the importance of being the heir to a kingdom, but he listened. Listened to the words told to him, gradually learning to understand it all, keeping the teachings in the memory banks of his mind. One day, they would be needed. One day, he would need to be ready to take the leap. To fill the space left in his father’s eventual absence. That day did come, and while Audric had known to be prepared, it was difficult to remain still, to not let the thousands of emotions show on his face. His father’s death was not sudden, it had been a long time coming, but it hurt regardless of the timing. And speaking of timing, almost no time had passed after that before Audric became the new High Lord.

The phrase heavy is the head that wears the crown had definitely rung true in his heart. It was not an easy role, even if for a moment it could’ve sounded like it when only hearing about it growing up. Alas, he carried on in that role, a part of him hoping he’d be even a fraction of the ruler his father was. There had been a lingering air of reserve about Audric, but he was a dedicated and honorable High Lord despite it. And maybe any walls could be broken, proven by the one who would become his wife Jayne years later, another High Fae from the Day Court. They fell in love. It was real, bright, true. They had planned to have children one day too. But peace did not last, and war came to the doorstep of Prythian, catching so many of the land’s inhabitants off guard. Audric had readied himself for battle, readied the troops, given speeches to his people in attempts to calm their – understandable – trepidations.

Jayne also swore a fierce wish to join him, not wanting him to go into the fray of warfare alone. She wanted to stand by his side, hand in hand if needed. They were protective of each other, but respected each other too. Respected choices, and Audric had respected her choice to join the battlefield even though his heart ached with a lingering fear that something would go wrong. A gut feeling that, unfortunately, became reality. Jayne was slain in front of him, and Audric was too late to save her. He was among those trapped Under the Mountain shortly after, and was full of devastation as he mourned his wife. He hadn’t even been able to properly bury her. There hadn’t even been time for a goodbye.

Even as he eventually returned to the ivory palace, he found it felt empty without her. The wall had returned, a more stoic nature than before. Audric cannot imagine marrying again for love. A beautiful word but one tainted with pain for him now. They say all’s fair in love and war, but their current world was feeling very, very unfair in both. With their lands left with scattered ruins even a century later, the hope for rebuilding and alliances has become more important than ever. Audric does not want to be on the wrong side of history. He isn’t sure what may happen now, but he vows to take care of his family and his people. ━ tl;dr

The former High Lord of Day Court, Audric’s father, was an honorable man whom Audric admired from an early age

He’d always known that he’d take over as High Lord one day, and had been prepared for that day to come

His father passed and thus Audric was thrust into the role, hurt from his loss and hoping to be a fraction of the man his father was

Years later, Audric fell in love and got married, with them having plans to start a family in the future

They respected each other’s choices, and Audric stood by that even when his wife announced that she’d fight with him in the war, even if he was afraid something would go wrong

And it did, his wife was killed during the war, leaving him devastated and grieving while Under the Mountain

100 years since and Audric still finds the palace to feel empty at times without her, and he’s not sure if he’d ever marry again for love

━ headcanons

Audric’s preferred weapons are a sword and shield, which he inherited from his father, reflecting almost a paladin-type fighter

He has a golden-pelted pegasus that he uses as transportation whenever winnowing isn’t used

Has been known to be directly involved sometimes with training troops, watching their routines or even joining in the sparring

#𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 ━ introduction #ruinsfm : intro #death tw #murder tw

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