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lucid-loves · 1 year ago

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First Light ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 1

Pairing: bodyguard!Ghost x princess!reader (fem!reader)

Word Count: 4.5k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, verbal abuse by parents, physical abuse by parents, psychological abuse by parents, opposites attract, forbidden love, slow burn, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, eventual smut, virgin reader

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After receiving death threats from a mysterious terrorist organization, your royal parents make a decision to reach out to the United States for help. Specifically, they want the US to send a bodyguard to protect their precious princess. When the 141 is called upon to investigate, Ghost is the one assigned to protect you. With your lack of experiences outside of your royal life and his experience with nothing but deadly, worldly affairs, opposites attract.

Chapter Synopsis: Ghost travels to the small country of Stuoca to meet the person assigned to guard for the next month. When you lay your eyes on him, you can’t help but feel scared, yet also curious. He feels the same when encountering such a precious, fragile thing like you.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8

The porcelain teacup felt warm in your hands, holding your favorite blend of tea flavored to your preference. The grandfather clock in the room ticked by, filling the silence. While you normally liked to play some music to fill the space with sound, your parents told you that you must be quiet. That you had to sit pretty and be patient until you were allowed to do so.

You stared into your cup, slowly losing your appetite for teatime as the pit in your stomach grew bigger. You felt like there was something wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Normally, your parents were eager to show you off to any guest that was coming to the palace. Right now, it is different. You were locked away in one of the many palace studies. There was your butler with you who watched your worries grow. There were a couple of guards outside the closed doors, stopping anyone from entering unless the king or queen allowed it.

Looking out the arched window and overlooking the lush palace garden, you wished you could enjoy your teatime outside like you normally did. Feeling the fresh air, hearing the birds chirp in the distance, enjoying the subtle aroma of flowers flowing with the wind. It was really the only time you were allowed to be outside.

Even though you were a grown woman, your parents have always seen you as their little princess.

While you sat silently in the study, the king and queen of Stuoca was meeting the man that would guard you with his life. It was jarring being in a place like this. Everything from the floor to the ceiling was crafted with exquisite, polished stone. Anything made of wood was a rich cherry. On marble pedestals along the halls held works of art behind glass. Jewelry, crowns, busts. Golden chandeliers with crystals reflecting the light hung from the ceilings that were painted with angels.

Everything in the palace was worth billions upon billions of dollars. Standing in the middle of it all was Ghost, a man that once was just scraping by in his younger days. He still stood out like a sore thumb among it all. The skull balaclava secured over his head, tattoos revealed on his forearm, the black t-shirt that clung tight to his muscles. It was like death himself walked the bright palace halls.

“Pardon me, Lieutenant Ghost, but you don’t have to wear that mask here, do you?” The queen, your mother, nervously addressed from her red velvet seat. The mask was making her scared. That was how people normally reacted when they saw him for the first time.

“Yes I do, your majesty.” He curtly responded, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. Ghost was just as uncomfortable as your parents were. When he heard that he was being deployed to guard a princess, he laughed, thinking it was a joke. But now, here he was being served tea and cookies with the king and queen of Stuoca. As much as being on base was a pain in the ass at times, he missed it.

The king cleared his throat before taking another sip of tea from his teacup. When they reached out to the United States for a bodyguard, they weren’t expecting someone so. . . rough to be sent out. But, if this was the right man for the job, then so be it. As long as his princess was safe. “Thank you for traveling so far away from home in order to help us with our problem. Being a country so small, we weren’t even sure if your country would even bat an eye at us.”

Ghost shifted on the balls of his feet, growing more uncomfortable with the sudden gratitude. He just wanted to start the job already. The sooner he starts, the sooner he can end it. “You said that you’ve received threats. Anything else happened while I was busy traveling here?”

With a snap of the king’s fingers, a maid came over and presented an opened envelope. Ghost quirked a brow under his mask as he took it. Opening it revealed the original letter that was reported to Laswell. The one that he’s already seen with his 141 team. Handwritten, black ink, very articulated. The letter detailed how the royal family would burn down along with their palace. That the princess will be kidnapped and tortured if they didn’t get what they wanted, which was power to control the country.

Ghost sighed, feeling like he got the short end of the stick on this mission. The entire 141 was working on this case. However, Ghost was the one stuck with babysitting duty while the rest of the guys got to experience all of the action. They were off investigating while he was sitting on a velvet couch in the grandest office he has ever seen.

“That’s all we have for now to physically show you. The only other concern is the graffiti that has been popping up around the city.” The king explained calmly as a different maid brought over a manilla folder full of pictures. Pictures depicted a graffiti crow on various different buildings. They weren’t murals, but the symbols were prominent enough to be noticed.

“A crow is a symbol of misfortune and death. A bad omen, wouldn’t you agree?” The queen spoke up, taking a slow sip of her tea as she tried to read the lieutenant’s reaction. It was impossible to do so with his mask.

“Where is the princess right now?” He inquired. It seemed odd that you didn’t come in with your parents. He figured that they would want you right by their side at all times if they were really concerned about the threats.

The king and queen stood as if on a cue. The king gestured for Ghost to do the same. “Our daughter is in one of the studies waiting to meet you. For her sake, please refrain from bringing up the letter and graffiti. We don’t want to startle her more than what has already been done.”

Ghost gave a curt nod before following your parents to the study where you stayed. The way they spoke about you, you seemed more like a caged bird rather than their beloved daughter. It unsettled the lieutenant, but perhaps it was just the consequence of formality. They wouldn’t have reached out to the United States for help if they didn’t care after all.

Once they approached the door, the guards saluted and opened it up. Beyond the doors was the most ornate office Ghost has ever seen. Once his eyes settled on you, you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Every hair on your head was in place with the help of maids. There were no wrinkles in your dress and no stains in sight. Your makeup was light and only flattered your features. The gems on your necklace complimented your bright eyes. Ghost was almost at a loss for words. When you stood up and curtsied to greet them, he could feel his heart beat against his ribs.

“Good evening.” You simply greeted, your tone polite as ever as a princess should be.

“Sweetheart, this is going to be your personal bodyguard from now on. He’s going to keep you safe, no matter where you go. Isn’t that wonderful?” Your mother gave a sickly sweet smile, her efforts to meet the status quo seeming a little more forced as she interacted with you.

You definitely knew that something was wrong now. You may have been a confined princess, but you weren’t stupid. However, you decided to refrain from asking what the trouble was. It wasn’t appropriate. Not with your parents watching you.

For now, you focused on the news that you were now going to have a bodyguard. Your eyes shifted towards the large man. Muscles clearly defined under his shirt, posture straight and strong, mask hiding his identity. Compared to him, you were much smaller and much weaker. It intimidated you a bit. It made you hesitant to accept him. However, there were expectations to meet, regardless of how you truly felt.

“Princess Y/n. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You softly spoke as you gave another sweet curtsy towards him.

He quirked a brow. You were taking this awfully well. A part of him expected some more push-back. He honestly expected you to be a spoiled brat. Yet, here you were, taking everything in stride for now. You knew how to compose yourself better than he expected. “Lieutenant Ghost. I’ll be keeping you safe. For me to do that, there’s going to be some changes.”

You looked to your parents, looking for the explanation for this change. There was not even a bat of the eye as they faked their smiles. “You will still complete your studies as a princess should. Attend the parties as needed to keep up appearances as well.”

Ghost shook his head, authority taking over his baritone voice. “Negative. The princess will not be attending any more parties. Doing so could risk her safety.”

Something was definitely wrong. Your eyes widened at the news. A part of you, though, was celebrating. No more parties? Would your parents really accept this? The sudden shock on their faces morphed into strained smiles, telling you that they weren’t going to accept this so easily. The king cleared his throat. “Lieutenant, it is very important for the princess to still make appearances. It is essential for her.”

Ghost looked at you all of a sudden, wondering how you felt about this change compared to your parents’ obvious protest. You tried to remain unreadable, not wanting to set either party off with your personal opinion. If you had the choice, though, you would sacrifice the parties. They were more for your parents than they were for you anyway.

Ghost sighed in slight frustration. Normally, he was excellent at reading people. He did it all the time with new recruits, enemies, and his team. Their poker faces were nothing compared to yours. “One party if absolutely necessary. No longer than an hour. Just to keep up appearances.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, holding back your disappointment. Well, at least you weren’t expected to be present during the entirety of your parents’ showing off. “Understood, Lieutenant Ghost.”

At least your parents seemed happier with the compromise. Your mother grinned brightly. “Wonderful! Give him the princess’s schedule!”

Your butler hurried over and gave Ghost your schedule. He nearly stumbled back with how packed it was. Piano lessons, dance lessons, tea times, dress fittings, and independent study went on and on for pages and pages. Did you have any time to yourself besides sleep?

“The show must go on! If you have any questions or procedures to discuss, don’t hesitate to reach out to us. We hope that you two get along well.” The queen concluded, eager to leave the room so that she could go on with her own daily life. The king followed close behind as they left the room, leaving you and your bodyguard to get to know each other.

You didn’t mind being civil, but you doubted that he would try to get to know you. He simply didn’t seem like the type to stray away from his responsibilities for anything. For now, you silently went back to your seat to finish up tea time. Ghost stood awkwardly for a moment before finding his own place to settle. Leaning against the stone wall, he examined you further.

The way you held your teacup was gentle. Your dress draped against your legs like a smooth waterfall. The way you looked out the window was melancholic. After a few minutes, you spoke up, curiosity getting the better of you. “Why are you my new bodyguard, Lieutenant Ghost?”

Ghost didn’t expect your question. He hardly even knew what you meant when you asked it. Still, he kept his cool as he dug further. It wasn’t like there was any malice in your tone. In fact, your tone was nothing but innocent. “What do you mean? Are you asking me why I took the job?”

You shook your head, staring into your teacup once again as you got a little shy. Lieutenant Ghost wouldn’t report your conversations to your parents, would he? But, you had to know. “Is my life in serious danger?”

Behind the mask, Ghost’s mouth was partially opened with shock. His body grew tense as he realized what was really going on. “They haven’t told you, have they?”

“My parents can be. . . protective. Their priority to maintain normalcy can cause them to make certain judgments in regards to my life.” You subtly worded, fearing that the guards outside were listening to what you were saying. Hopefully, Ghost would understand what you meant.

Thankfully, he did. Now more than before, you really did seem like a caged bird. You deserve the truth. “Your parents received a threatening letter from a terrorist organization. They seem to be after your life in order to manipulate your parents. I serve under Task Force 141 that specializes in missions like this. The rest of my team is investigating the organization while I am to protect you personally.”

Your grip around your teacup tightened slightly as you learned the truth. It seemed that your intuition was correct. This was a serious problem. You swallowed your new fears down hard before proceeding as normal. “Thank you for your honesty, Lieutenant.”

Ghost sympathized with you as he finally saw a shred of how you really felt about this entire situation. His perception of who he was protecting was completely wrong. You were no brat or clueless royalty with too much time and money on your precious princess hands. You were sharp. You were polite. You were obedient. It made him want to know the real you.

He knew that he shouldn’t get closer than what was necessary. Yet, the anxious look in your beautiful eyes as you stared out the window made him want to provide you with some comfort. Some way to break the ice while also doing his job. He opted for a simple conversation about your daily schedule. “What’s independent study for you?”

“It’s my time to study what I wish within reason. Any subject that I may find interesting as long as it is appropriate for a princess.” You delicately explained, putting everything as nice as possible.

All Ghost heard was that you were restricted from real knowledge. However, it wasn’t his place to make a comment on it. It didn’t matter if he didn’t find it fair. You were a princess and you obviously took your responsibilities, fair or not, seriously. He gave a simple hum in acknowledgment for the time being on that matter. “What are you studying?”

You looked at Ghost curiously, wondering how much of this was just workplace conversation and how much of this was genuine attempts at knowing you. The way Ghost looked at you with such resolute, cold eyes made you shiver. Something told you that this was his usual look. “I’m studying many things at the moment that would be proper for me to know.”

It seemed like subtle and vague answers were the only things he was going to get out of you, but he already picked up on the fact that you didn’t do this to be cold towards him. The tone you carried was careful. Gentle. You didn’t want to say anything that could get you in trouble. Simon knew what that was like.

The conversation was dropped for the time being. It seemed like your physical being wasn’t the only thing he had to protect. Your social reputation was at stake as well. Respecting that, he focused back on guarding you. Not without noticing every little thing about you though.

You stole glances at him every so often as well as you sipped your tea. The more you looked at him, the more he intrigued you. You’ve never had a guard that had his build. You’ve never even seen someone with tattoos in person before. He stood out against the pristine white around the palace. A shadow in the light. You were curious about what he looked like under the mask.

The rest of the night proceeded as normal save for your new shadow. You were ushered by your butler to your routine lessons, Ghost always close behind. He stayed silent throughout it all, but observant. You did feel like he was watching your every move. While you were used to being heavily monitored, having Ghost be the one observing you made you more nervous than normal. Music lessons, dance lessons, and studying didn’t go as smoothly as you made more mistakes under the pressure. For some reason, you wanted to impress him like you were one of his newest soldiers.

Ghost thought nothing of it as you did what you had to do. In reality, he found your abilities to be quite impressive, mistakes or not. He did chalk it up to him being an intimidating presence. Despite it, he could tell that you were skilled.

When bedtime rolled around, he followed into your room. A grand room with a king, white canopy bed, cherry-wood antique furniture, and large, arched windows leading to a balcony. The windows were the second problem that Ghost needed to address if he wanted to keep you safe. “You can’t sleep in here. It would be too easy to-”

Meeting your eyes made him pause. You waited patiently for him to finish as he was going to say, prepared to take the steps necessary to ensure that the next change would be as smooth as possible. Looking at you, though, Ghost saw a pretty woman that he needed to be more gentle towards. Less explicit in language. You were already afraid for your life. He didn’t want to make that anxiety worse for you.

“Is there another room in the palace that has less open windows?” He asked cautiously, minding his words this time.

You appreciated his careful consideration, feeling more and more safe with him as he made decisions to protect you. “I believe there is. I can sleep there tonight.”

He followed you to another room in the palace that was away from any windows. He nearly sighed in relief as the new bedroom was windowless, smaller, and much more comfortable to be in. The bed was still massive and the antique furniture was polished, but the warmer palette of the decor made the room feel less like a museum display.

You felt better too as you looked around the cozy room. The windows in your usual bedroom just reminded you of what you couldn’t have. Though, your anxiety grew as you realized that Ghost was still within the room. Your cheeks grew a subtle pink as you chose your words with precision. “I would like to get ready for bed. Is it necessary for you to be here while I do?”

“Well. . .” Ghost thought carefully, trying to make the best decision here. After a few seconds, he determined that you needed your privacy. He was already invading it enough by being your personal bodyguard. With an accepting, silent nod, he stepped out of the room while you changed into pajamas. A few maid staff passed by, gawking at the lieutenant. A glare was enough to have them scurry on their way.

While you changed, you thought about Ghost. About his real personality, his job, his friends. What kind of work does he normally do? Has he ever killed someone? It certainly seemed like he’s gotten into his fair share of fights from the scars you have seen on his arms. Was he dreading this job? At times, you thought that you could see him get antsy while waiting for you. You probably wouldn’t like waiting on a princess either if you were in his shoes.

Once you were changed into your silky pajamas, you knocked on the door. “Lieutenant? I’m all dressed. You could come in now.”

Swiftly, he came in. For a second, he admired the way you looked in your pajamas. You looked so much more comfortable. The way you were letting down your hair in front of the vanity had him gulp too. “I won’t be watching you sleep all night. Just until you fall asleep, and then I’ll wait outside the door.”

“What about your sleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. The way his arms were crossed over his broad chest made you shrink within yourself a bit.

“I’m used to not sleeping. I don’t usually sleep well either. Don’t worry about me, princess.” He responded bluntly, putting some more personal distance between the two of you. He would be lying if your concern over his own time didn’t make him melt a little though.

“I see. My apologies, but I am unsure that I will be able to fall asleep quickly tonight. You might be waiting for a while.” You honestly admitted, feeling the anxious pit in your stomach begin to swallow you like a blackhole. You already felt enough like a burden to the maids and butlers with how strictly your parents had them wait on you.

Ghost shook his head, noticing how lightly you scrunch your brows in concern. How you nervously bit a tiny part of your bottom lip. Subtle behaviors that no one would notice if they weren’t truly paying attention. You were so different from what he was expecting when he was first told that he would be guarding a princess. “It’s fine. This is my job.”

You turned away from your reflection in the mirror to look at Ghost. Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed how blue his eyes were. Such a deep, oceanic blue that held so many secrets. He stared right back at you, noticing how your worries couldn’t be quelled with just two simple sentences. Finally, he was able to read you.

“If it will help, you can talk to me until you fall asleep. Anything you want. I promise that I won’t tell the king and queen.” He offered, taking a seat on the Victorian-styled couch that was at the foot of the bed.

His offer came as a complete surprise to you. You didn’t expect him to be so kind. You have learned long ago that there was a difference between being civil and genuinely kind. Ghost was being nice, which felt like a rarity given his outward personality. Quickly, you finished getting ready for bed. Once you were cozy underneath the cotton covers, Ghost turned off the main light. The small lamp on your nightstand stayed on, allowing a comfortable dim to illuminate the otherwise dark room.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you tried to think about what to talk about. There was still a fear in you that he would tell your parents, but Ghost didn’t seem like the type to break his promises. Besides that, you never really talked about yourself before. No one has ever been interested in what you liked and disliked. Not that you had a lot of experiences with how your parents kept you in the palace and filtered what you could learn. However, that wasn’t to say that you were curious enough to find a way to learn anyways. At the very least, you had plenty of questions about the outside.

“For my independent study, I am focusing on classicism art. At least. . . that is what my parents think. I. . . I have been studying other things in secret. My handmaiden sneaks new books into the library for me sometimes if she can.” You confessed, feeling a weight of your chest as you admitted your truth. You didn’t like lying and sneaking around in secret. While you loved new knowledge, you still carried that weight with you.

Ghost listened carefully to your confession. His back was turned towards you, a comfortable thing for you since you weren’t keen on the idea of someone watching you fall asleep. It was enough for him to just sit at the foot of your bed.

“What new books have you read?” He inquired, wondering what sorts of books a princess could possibly want to read in secret.

You took a deep breath, feeling your cheeks flush as you admitted more of your secrets. Without interruption, he let you speak. He listened to your voice that lowered into a pleasant whisper when you told him about all the books you were reading and wanted to read. A couple of times, he couldn’t help but crack a smirk at some of your opinions that were refreshingly assertive.

It didn’t take long for him to hear you start dozing. It started with quieter words morphing into sweet slurs. As soon as he heard your steady, deep breaths, he silently got up and left the room. Standing guard in front of the door, he contacted his team by phone to give an update.

“Lieutenant, how is she?” Captain Price cut to the chase, his voice low as he investigated matters on his side.

“She’s. . .” Ghost began before trailing off. He had to think about the right words to use.

“She's a spoiled rotten princess?” Another voice came through. The chuckle was no doubt Soap.

“Honestly, no. She’s a princess, but she’s anything but rotten.” He finally admitted, keeping his voice quiet since the halls seemed to echo.

There was another laugh before the captain cleared his throat, regaining authority. “I’m glad that she is much more pleasant to deal with than what was expected. Just be careful not to get too personal. I know you will be around each other a lot, but the mission is our priority.”

“Of course, Captain.” Ghost promised, wondering if this particular promise would be easy to keep or not.

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brittle-doughie · 3 months ago

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Got an idea for a beast!Y/n based on this song https://youtu.be/8sAKC90Ol1k?si=b50NVTg4dAbTLNto (if the link doesn't work, the song's called Voices by Derivakat(yes some lyrics are gonna be incorporated into the ask as dialogue and yes Y/n is going to be based off of technoblade, fly high king))

Y/n helps the witchs in sealing away the other beasts and a few weeks later Y/n becomes the beast of retribution, but instead of going evil they become more of an anti hero, destroying corrupted kingdoms and becoming the holder and caretaker of vengeful spirits of the dead; their numbers going up day by day.

When all the beasts (and what's left of Burning Spice cookie's spice swarm) are freed and are facing the ancients all at once, Y/n suddenly appears in the middle interrupting the face off. The beasts were happy at first thinking Y/n has finally succumb to the corruption, only for Y/n to turn to face them and pull out their blade from its sheath. Vengeful spirits start to rise and circle around Y/n as they split their red and dark blue coloured sword into 2 seperate swords. More vengeful spirits start to rise as they chant blood for the blood god; the chanting slowly grows louder and louder. The beasts finally realise they're fighting their former friend once more, only they're less merciful than before.

The sky becomes cloudy; a black magpie skull with horns coming out of the top mimicing that of a crown forms on Y/n's head with it acting as both a headpiece and a helmet. Thousands upon thousands of vengeful spirits are now in the battleground.

The spirits fall silent, then start to speak.

"In the midst the chaos, there is also opportunity."

"All warfare is based on deception."

Know thyself, know thy enemy."

"A thousand battles, a thousand victories."

"Burning remains; light the funeral pyre."

"Breaking them up; tearing them down."

"Branding the truth on a world of liars."

"Please your god."

"Release the hounds."

"The battle never ends."

They fall silent again as they all simultaneously look towards the beasts with some recognizing them as their killers, while the rest sense corruption and deemed them unworthy of forgiveness.

They all start speaking again, only towards Y/n, their holder and caretaker.

"You don't need sanity, when you have anarchy."

The ancients back off, knowing a bloody and deadly battle will commence.

"You don't need government, when you have covenant with your god."

In the sockets of the magpie skull red and dark blue glowing eyes with black slits as pupils appear. Y/n forms a crazed smile.

"Make them wither away, make their foundations decay!"

Y/n says one sentence with the spirits yelling it out loud in unison.

"YOU SEE IT COMING, IT'S JUDGEMENT DAY!"

Y/n charges towards the beasts; the battle commences.

The beasts are able to hold their own, but it's clear they can't fight forever. Y/n may look defeated, but the battle's only beginning.

The dark blue starts fading away, with only red remaining; this fight is no longer about bringing justice for the fallen, but vengeance for the spirits.

The sky darkens and the sun's colors turn to a bloody red.

The spirits start chanting again. It wasn't heard at first but it becomes much more louder when they chant again.

"You know you're one of us."

"One of us."

Y/n picks up their swords once more with even more strength than they had before; the tides have turned and the battle is now in Y/n's favor.

"There's no escaping us."

"One of us."

Y/n gets up; jam starts to seep through the horns on the magpie skull.

"There's no one you can trust!"

"One of us!"

The blades of Y/n's swords start to glow emitting electricity and smoke. 20 dark red and black hounds appear along with 3 wither beasts.

"SO LEAVE THEM ALL FOR DUST!"

"ONE OF US!"

A third eye appears on the magpie skull it starts to leak jam aswell with three moving pupils appearing. Y/n rushes into battle once more as the spirits, hounds, and the wither beasts follow.

The battle is nearing its end as the beasts are starting to become weak and sluggish. Right before the fight reaches its end, the vengeful spirits yell once more.

"Our justice must be blind!"

Y/n knowing their victory is inevitable merges their swords back into one.

"Let chaos be divine!"

Y/n walks towards the beasts then stops at a certain distance. A large red and dark blue scale appears behind Y/n, on the right pan it holds five hearts, presumably the hearts of the beasts, on the left pan a white feather is seen; a way to tell if one was indeed virtuous. The weight of the 5 hearts are heavier than the feather; judgement arrives.

Y/n raises their sword to the air as the ground below the beasts start to break apart; It appears Ammit will be having a lovely feast this time around.

Before they fell into the afterlife below they hear the vengeful spirits yell one last time.

"THE BLADE WILL NEVER DIE!"

Funt fact: I had included bits of egyptian mythology here, like weighing the hearts against the feather to see if they're virtuous and the mention of Ammit, as she eats the hearts of sinners and the said sinners would perish forever.

Brittle i'm so sorry and I heavily apologize for how incredibly lengthy this ask is.

Anti-heroes can be a randomized sort, a gamble for either side

#brittle answers

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procyonloser · 1 month ago

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After the fall of Lucifer and the first humans, before the creation of the replacement population (which similarly went to shit) more and more of Heaven began to grow tempted by the promise of living a unique life. A life they could choose for themselves, regardless if it was good or bad, a life where they didn't have to be a specific way.

Marcus was one such angel - he had a minor position, angelic organ player #573, that was what he was meant to do. Forever. But, Marcus wanted to play the drums, he wanted to be bright and loud. So, Marcus fell to hell, nearly rejoicing when he first felt horns poking out of his skull, knocking off his halo.

Life in hell wasn't particularly good, and he had his fair share of vices, but he played the fucking drums in one of the most popular bands in the fucking seven rings.

Which, led him here.

King Lucifer Morningstar sat across from Marcus, smiling widely, but it was static and he looked almost like a painting. It felt wrong, beautiful, but wrong. And, speaking of beauty, Queen Lilith sat beside him, prim and properly posed, a famous musician in her own right. On his other side, lounged Eve, who acted a bit like an enforcer in Hell. The strongest under Lucifer, she also looked the most demonic, changed from her human form. She didn't have horns, but Marcus had seen a video of many mouths opening across get body and eating a sinner whole.

He looked up to all of them.

"Marcus," Lucifer started, tone presuming friendship between the two, but they'd never spoken. "How are you doing? How's the band doing? The, ah, last gig was in Gluttony?"

"... It was wicked... sir." Marcus said slowly, trying to not upset the King, while reminiscing on the event. It'd been a packed studio, he'd seen so very many flashed tits, and Adam was phenomenal as always. There was no one like him, who had his range, his voice, and his skills across all musical instruments, while carrying an effortless lead man persona. He'd looked stunning too, he was getting more comfortable around people, showing more skin.

"Adam probably told you about it." Marcus added, feeling that was fairly safe. Adam lived with them in the castle, when he wasn't on tour. All the humans seemed fairly close, though admittedly, Adam was the least so.

"He told us something, alright..." Eve said, tapping her sharp fingers on the table, though one hand had noticeably much shorter blunt nails.

"You're fond of him, yes?" Lilith asked, tilting her head, and Marcus realized what must have happened. He'd gotten a bit high, and made a move on Adam, he'd kissed him, gotten a bit handsy, but Adam had just pushed him away effortlessly. He was significantly stronger than Marcus.

"I guess so, I mean... Who wouldn't?" Marcus asked. "He's amazing. I just thought he might want to have a little fun, is all. I know he's not with anyone else right now."

Lucifer's grin somehow got wider, until the split of his lips reached the full edges of his face, and it was hard for Marcus to see any angelic features left in him. "Is that so?"

"That is because of us, and our careful watch." Lilith said slowly, almost condescendingly. "Adam is ours, you see. He is our treasure, he was made for each of us. We will, of course, protect that covenant, whether he likes it or not."

Marcus began to feel a tingle on the back of his neck that he'd never really felt before. Hair standing on end.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Marcus blurted out, all four eyes wide.

"Adam is a virgin," Lucifer said simply. "He is ours."

Marcus blinked, and suddenly realized he couldn't move, he was pinned to the chair, shadows with teeth and eyes were holding him in place.

"You won't be touching him again." Eve purred, leaning across the table, as the shadows spread around him.

"Don't worry, Adam won't know what happened to you." Marcus looked across the table to where Lucifer had been, and instead found himself looking back at him.

Adam grumbled, falling onto the couch in the castle. It wasn't like he was into Marcus like that, but he wanted to be, fuck he wanted to get laid, but it seemed like every single fucking time someone showed interest in him, they got cold feet and fucked off.

Fingers ran through his hair, and after a few thousand years, he knew they were Lily's. "Problems?" Lilith asked softly.

"My fucking bandmate told me he quits." Adam mumbled into a pillow. "After he acted like he wanted me. Why can't I just find someone who wants with me what you and Lucifer have?"

Adam didn't voice all of his feelings, why couldn't Lilith or Eve love him in that way. He'd been happy to stay with them after coming to Hell, with the idea of finding someone who would love him, not be just assigned to him like heaven had wanted - but, it still stung. Lucifer and Lilith had Charlie not long ago, and he loved taking care of the little ankle biter, but Adam wanted that for himself. He didn't want to complain to them about it though, seem like he didn't want to be here, or make then feel guilty. They'd been open with him on Earth about everything.

Adam didn't think they'd lie to him.

"Sweet man, don't worry." Lilith said in a soft melodic voice that dragged him down into slumber. "You'll be adored and loved, treasured and worshiped, held and never let go... not ever."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling her touch on his scalp, falling asleep to dreams of warm summer night skies.

#the idea is what if Adam was secretly a sweet summer child #and Lucifer Lilith and Eve were evil #but desperately wanted to plow him #applecircle #applepie #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin hotel lilith

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1800naveen · 6 months ago

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Spoilers?? (Mentions of major character deaths)

Greenies can joke about Rhaenyra's death all they want but it's one of the coolest ways someone can die in a song of ice and fire and as a Targaryen.

If you aren't aware of how Rhaenyra dies, she is cut at her breast which alerts Sunfyre and he (she?) doses Rhaenyra in dragon fire before devouring her.

That is metal as fuck.

That's a dragon rider's death. That's a Targaryen death right there.

"Rhaenyra Targaryen had time to raise her head toward the sky and shriek out one last curse upon her half-brother before Sunfyre’s jaws closed round her, tearing off her arm and shoulder."

SHE WAS BEING BURNED ALIVE BUT SHE CURSED OUT AEGON ONE LAST TIME! SHE DIED NOT A COWARD BUT A QUEEN WITH HER HEAD HELD HIGH. I wonder what she said to him.

And you want to know how Aegon died?

He got poisoned.

"A cold wind was blowing. As the litter set off, the king closed the curtains against the chill. Inside, as always, was a flagon of sweet Arbor red, Aegon’s favorite wine. The king availed himself of a small cup as the litter crossed the yard."

"Ser Gyles and the litter bearers had no notion aught was amiss until they reached the sept, and the curtains did not open. “We are here, Your Grace,” the knight said. No answer came, but only silence. When a second query and a third produced the same, Ser Gyles Belgrave threw back the curtains, and found the king dead upon his cushions."

“There was blood upon his lips,” the knight said. “Elsewise he might have been sleeping.”

Poison is considered to be a woman's weapon. Aegon who usurped his sister's throne because she was a woman, died by a woman's weapon. Gotta love the irony. There are theories that Corlys or Larys poisoned him, what do you think? I think Corlys did it.

"Aegon was a good king!"

"Septon Eustace tells us that a “strange euphoria” took hold of King’s Landing; Mushroom simply says that “half the city was drunk.” The corpse of King Aegon II was consigned to the flames, in the hopes that all the ills and hatreds of his reign might be burned away with his remains. Thousands climbed Aegon’s High Hill to hear Prince Aegon proclaim that peace was at hand."

Mfs was getting turnt the fuck up when they found out that he died. They could finally be at peace after his reign. Yeah, don't say Aegon is a good king when this quote exists.

And Aegon and Sunfyre don't have the most powerful bond. A good example would be Daemon and Caraxes, Dany and her children too.

That answer was no answer, plainly. “Not Silverwing,” His Grace declared. “I will have a new Sunfyre, prouder and fiercer than the last.”

Sunfyre in the afterlife hearing that:

Your dragon died due to the shit you put them through and you want to get a new one? Damn, at least mourn or something. The dragons deserve so much better.

Everyone on team black died cool or interesting ass deaths. Rhaenys taking on two dragons and not even fleeing when she realized that she wouldn't win the battle, Jace and Luke dying alongside their dragons like a Targaryen and being buried in the sea like a Velaryon, Daemon leaping off Caraxes and driving Dark Sister into Aemond's eye; the eye that Luke took out.

Team green?

Otto got beheaded, Aemond looking up at terror when Daemon made him Dark Sister's place holder, Criston Cole getting arrows in him by the winter wolves who declared that no one will sing songs of him and his head was put on a spear, Daeron Tentsbane dying in a tent fire, and Alicent was driven mad after the dance, regretting her choices and hating the color green. Dark sister and Vhagar's skull were retrieved but they left Aemond's skeleton down there. They buried what was left of Rhaenyra but didn't do shit from him.

Helaena will not be mentioned because she didn't deserve any of this, the same for Jaehaerys, Maelor, and Jaehaera.

"Sunfyre ate!" Yes, Sunfyre did eat Rhaenyra. You want a cookie for reminding us?

"Sunfyre, it is said, did not seem at first to take any interest in the offering, until Broome pricked the queen’s breast with his dagger. The smell of blood roused the dragon, who sniffed at Her Grace, then bathed her in a blast of flame."

Sunfyre was nearing death, animals will stop eating when they near death (does it count for a dragon?).

Anyways, remember that Rhaenyra and Daemon's bloodline prevailed and gave us Daenerys, the current Baratheons, the current Martells, Brienne (through Duncan), Jon Snow (not yet to be confirmed in the books). And Aegon's line was brought to an end.

WHEN YOU USURP, YOUR LINE SHALL END! Maegor and Aegon: usurping the throne and having their line ended because of it.

"The choice is his, but he shall have no children. My sister’s line must end.”

Should've specified which sister.

Now enjoy some art of the rightful queen and her king (consort):

🎨: Jotasaraiva! So good, power couple.

🎨: Daewithmon! (Tried to make out the credits below but it's down there)

🎨: Chillyravenart!

@paparinka, give them a follow if you like the art!

DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, I LIKE TO YAP🙏🏾

#rhaenyra targeryan #pro rhaenyra targaryen #anti aegon ii targaryen #anti team green #pro team black #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #daemyra

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nevertheless-moving · 2 months ago

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Stormlight Archive AU 17B: AU where Kaladin's first meeting with Szeth lasts a little longer, and everything spirals out of control from there.

"Are they back? Are they all back?" "Yes," Kaladin said. It seemed like the right answer. The answer that would keep him alive, at least. The assassin stared at him for a moment longer, then turned and fled.

"Wait!" Kaladin shouted. The assassin incredibly, horribly stopped.

Idiot, he thought, mouth dry. What are you doing.

The Shin man turned slowly to face him.

"You shouldn’t have the powers you do," Kaladin said, squaring his shoulders, trying to sound imposing. The last of his stormlight puffed away carelessly, and his vision swam with its passing. He steeled himself. "You have no spren, no honor."

"No." The assassin clasped both hands to his head, expression twisting. "No! I have honor. I obey my master."

His Master? Kaladin’s gut twisted, other questions flitting away as quickly as they had seized him. Was he a slave? But how? How do you control a man with so much power?

"Why do you obey?” Kaladin barked, stepping forward, heart pounding. “You apologized earlier, are you… being coerced somehow?” The thought was absurd.

“I must obey. I am truthless.”

“Why? What does that mean? How does your master control you?"

The man stared in Kaladin’s direction, eyes large and vacant. “The Oathstone."

"Oathstone? You mean a literal stone? It, what, it controls you? It forces you to do whatever your master says?" He couldn’t keep the horror from his voice. Some sort of curse from the nightwatcher?

The assassin shook his head, fingernails digging in visibly to his shaved skull. "Why do you torment me?" he whispered, barely audible above the howling winds. "Is your presence not enough?"

Kaladin tightened his grip on the rain slicked dagger hilt. He’s unwell in the mind. Stormfather, what had been done to him? What had turned him into the killer of kings and emperors?

"Is there a way to free you from the stone?" Kaladin asked urgently. "I’m — I’m a radiant. I’ve sworn to protect those who can not protect themselves."

He felt other words churning uneasily beneath his breast, looking at the man who had caused the war that had ruined so many lives. But pity swelled above anger or hatred as the assassin moaned, falling to his knees.

"You know the oaths. You know of spren. The orders are returned — it can not be. They called me a liar. They named me truthless. It cannot be. I must be truthless."

"What does truthless mean?" Kaladin inched toward him cautiously. Perhaps...

"It means — it means —" The assassin fell forward, his pale fingers scrambling at the ground, as if trying to dig through rock. "It means I am cursed to walk this land of wretched stone. That I must do all that the one who holds my oathstone commands."

Kaladin staggered closer, exhaustion making him clumsy.

Oathstone. What’s an Oathstone? Kaladin forced himself to think. If he was telling the truth, then that would mean that the turmoil… the assassinations across Roshar… someone was behind them.

"The Parshendi? Are they your masters?"

"Truthless... I… I am Szeth-son-son-Vallano, truthless of shinovar..."

Kaladin dared to step forward again, masking the movement with fake bravado.

“Kaladin what are you doing?” Syl whispered. She rarely spoke during fights, not when it could distract him. She was terrified of this man. “Kaladin, I told you, there’s something not right about him! Get away!” He must have more, Kaladin thought. If he was planning on escaping after killing Dalinar… the assassin in white always escaped.

"How did you become truthless? Tell me!"

"I said...I told them.."

Kaladin took one last step, then inhaled sharply and — yes, almighty be praised, he was close enough. Stormlight streamed from the inside of Szeth’s robes, racing his direction in wisps and streams. He straightened, exhaustion fleeing before the renewed storm. He readjusted his grip on the knife, but hesitated to make any other moves.

The assassin, Szeth son something, looked up with wild eyes, and screamed at the sight of Kaladin glowing in the rain.

Szeth took on his own radiance again, sliding abruptly backwards, as if down a sharp incline, despite moving across level stone.

Then he rose in the air, hovering. "I — I WAS RIGHT! I TOLD THEM! I TOLD THEM!"

His voice broke on the scream, and his head jerked down to face Kaladin, eyes blazing sapphire and wild. “You.” He grinned, teeth clenched in a rictus grin. “You. Yes. You, you will kill me, Radiant. This is right.” Szeth shot forward, feet aimed for his chest. Kaladin barely dodged in time, slicing quickly at the assassin's leg as it passed. An artery, he knew he caught an artery. Blood shone for a moment, nearly black in the low light. Then it healed, of course it healed, and the assassin didn’t bother waiting for his feet to touch the ground to turn around, launching himself at Kaladin again with asnarling.

Kaladin ducked a shardblade swipe. Storms he had already summoned it? Rain fell around them and the wind bit at exposed skin as the assassin lunged again and again, swinging wildly with the blade, his movements less measured than earlier, but fast. Impossibly fast.

Still. This was a dance Kaladin knew.

He inhaled as the assassin’s sword passed a hairsbreath from his shoulder. Light raced toward him again, and the tempest inside grew to almost painful intensity as he tried to steal every last gleam from the assassin’s pockets He gasped again, dodging another swing, pulling like he never had, until he thought his skin would catch fire. In a few moments the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. The assassin grinned, pulling back, face almost painful to gaze upon. He had drawn in the rest, faster than Kaladin it seemed like. His whole form blazed white in the dark air, and mist curled off him as the rain hit. “Kill me radiant!” he screamed, glittering clouds escaping with each word. “Kill me as you should have done long ago!” Can I outlast him? He stopped breathing, focusing instead on keeping what he taken. Stormlight raged against his ribcage, more than he had ever tried to hold. His chest burned, lightning crackling in his lungs. He didn’t dare glance at his hands but he was certain the light pouring off him was as blinding as his opponent.

The assassin had to run out eventually.

Kaladin dodged another swipe, storms he didn’t want to test what would happen if he took a blade to the neck.

“You should be better,” the Szeth hissed, Stormlight spilling out his his mouth in uneven bursts. “You, of all beings, should be able to end my suffering.” Several more lunges at Kaladin; he didn’t bother trying to retaliate with his knife. It wasn’t worth it, not yet.

But he didn’t need to attack, fast as he was moving. The wind with him, he could dodge forever. Raindrops slowed in the air, crackling and hissing into steam where it touched skin, as the shard blade flashed again and again. The assassin moved in strange ways, whole body lurching sideways and forward, but his hands swiped with less and less control the longer they fought.

Szeth howled with frustration. “Kill me! Kill me or Die!” he screamed, Stormlight streaming out with each furious breaths.

He stopped, hacking wildly at the ground as Kaladin fought the urge to catch his breath. He’s dimmer than before, isn’t he? He has to be, right?

The assassin threw himself down, and light passed from his body into the shard broken rocks at his feet. In a blink, assassin and stones alike were in the air, above Kaladin's head, out of sight.

That's not good.

Kaladin dove to the side without thinking, a projectile slamming into rock where his feet had been a moment ago. He jerked backwards as light and sound erupted around him. It was the highstorm come again.

Except personally aimed at killing him, specifically.

He threw himself forward, catching the ground with one hand then using the momentum to spring to the side, upright again. Moving, moving, everything was slower than Kaladin right now, the rain was slower, but still there was too much, from too many sides.

Pain sliced through his left, a knife edge of rock. Another piece came from behind, punching through his knee in a flash of agony that sent him sprawling. Light escaped his lips as he let out a gasp, but he clenched his jaw shut, biting his cheek to hold the rest in. The tempest inside him eased as it raced to sooth his wounds. The assassin must be almost out, he thought desperately, even as he rolled. He’s been shouting, flying, lashing rocks. He has to be nearly finished.

Still more blazes of rock and light came, as he got one hand on the ground and threw himself to his feet.

“Just a little longer,” Syl said as he stumbled, something in his arm snapping with the impact of another rock. “He’s almost out of Stormlight, Kaladin, you can do it, he’s nearly done! Now!”

A large shape came at him fast, barely visible in the rain. A man, glowing faintly, heading his direction. Falling his direction. Kaladin’s heart leapt as he dove to the side. There was the distinct sound of bone breaking against stone, and a pained grunt. Szeth’s gauzy white silhouette faded to a dun whimper.

Kaladin approached cautiously, passing the knife back to his good hand, which ached, but felt nearly normal again. Szeth was still. Kaladin took another step. Szeth lunged, sword sweeping for Kaladin’s feet. He leapt over the blow, higher than any normal man could manage, but no, they could both do the impossible. Szeth had risen off the ground too.

Agony flashed through Kaladin’s lower legs, followed quickly by emptiness, and he swallowed a scream as he crumpled to the ground. The next swipe came for his chest but even through the fading flash of pain he could see it was slower, almost laughably so.

Kaladin rolled to the side, getting his knees under him while the assassin's arm was still falling down. He tracked the swing, and as it reached the lowest point he snapped forward, jamming his knife into the pale flesh of his opponent's wrist.

The blade dropped to the ground with a clatter, not turning to mist for some reason. Kaladin didn’t give him the chance to seize it again, grabbing the hilt with his off hand and throwing it into the darkness to his side.

Ten heartbeats, he thought. Ten heartbeats.

He pulled the knife free, blood pulsing out in its wake. Not an artery, but enough veins.

Nine heartbeats? Eight?

A faint wisp of light sparked at the wound, but it didn’t close.

Six?

Kaladin dropped a knee on the injured arm, then plunged the dagger into the center of Szeth’s chest, not wasting time to aim. The shock would make it harder for him to summon his blade. The assassin’s other hand came up, but it was moving slowly, as if through water. Kaladin caught it with ease.

Four? He grimaced. Two sets of training, two men Kaladin was and had been, warred in the crystalized moment. Soldier and Surgeon.

Three?

The soldier won.

He pulled the blade out, meeting the man’s eyes. There were tears. Storms, he was smiling, not the horrific bloodthirsty thing of earlier, but something fragile and soft. Hope?

How many heartbeats?

“Thank you,” the assassin in white rasped. No wisps of light accompanied the words.

Kaladin pressed his lips together, hesitating, even as the soldier's voice screamed to finish the enemy. He pressed the dagger to Szeth's throat. The storm was quieter inside him now, but still present. Comforting. His own hand glittered inhumanly, frosted over and steaming at his enemy’s throat.

A slave’s throat, somehow. He said he didn’t want to do this, at the start of the fight.

“Can I free you?” Kaladin whispered, light spilling out to softly illuminate the space between them. “You could still live, if —”

The man’s expression grew animalistic and he growled, starting to struggle anew. Kaladin was stronger by far, stormlight still burning, the assassin gone dun. Kaladin twisted, planting a knee in the center of his chest and bearing down.

“I will never stop,” Szeth snarled. “I hate more than any man has ever hated. Let me live and I will kill you, radiant. All I know is to kill. The killing will not stop until I am dead.” His hands convulsed in Kaladin’s grip.

Ten heartbeats.

Kaladin swallowed, then struck before the man could have time to watch it coming.

Szeth’s eyes widened as a dagger sunk into his throat.

“Be free,” Kaladin Stormblessed whispered, pulling the blade out.

Tears filled the Szeth-son-son-Vallano's eyes and his lips formed words again.

“Thank you,” he said soundlessly.

“I’m sorry,” Kaladin said.

Kaladin watched as the last light drained from Szeth’s eyes. He spasmed beneath Kaladin's hands. His eyes were dark green now. Empty. Kaladin shuffled off him, falling to the rock, everything below mid calf numb.

“I’m sorry,” Kaladin said again, then breathed out the last of his light and collapsed in a heap.

#stormlight archive #stormlight fanfic #kaladin stormblessed #major character death #szeth #my au #stormlight au no 17 #stormlight au no 17b #nevertheless cosmere #words of radiance au #geared up for wat by cleaning up a bunch of old drafts than paused my queue while reading #written 100 percent in its entirety before wat. now 95 percent more tragic.#blood #cw blood #cw injury

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 2 years ago

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helo helloooo ☺️ this is my first request ever lol so sorry if I come off as idk weird or straight forward ig But can I request a nanami or sakuna ((jjk)) with the themes being bdsm/toy use?? ((Totally didn't take me forever to muster up the courage to type this out lmfao))

🌕 ((sorry I feel awkward not leaving sum u can ignore it if you'd like))

Ah welcome, patron! I’m honored that I can be your first time, so to speak~

Nothing you say could ever be deemed weird here, as this is a safe place to open up and indulge yourself in heated sin.

I do hope this request is to your liking, and I hope to see you in the House again soon.

Take care~

Title: Under the King's Control

Characters: Dom!Sukuna x sub!m!reader

Contains: BDSM, toy usage(cock ring, anal plug), orgasm control, vocal control, degradation, rough sex, bondage

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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You were unsure of how long he was toying with you, but you honestly couldn't complain.

You were bound to a low legged table, arms tied up above your head, and your legs bound at the ankles to two of the legs on the table, spreading your legs and exposing your toy stuffed ass in this mating press position. You cock weeped with precum, though nothing else would exit due to the ring he had placed on you soon after the session started.

You were a whimpering mess, eyes hazed with lust as you wiggled your ass with what room you could muster. You were aching for more than the stretching of the plug that was stuffed in you. You were internally begging for your master you fill you with his cock, but he had commanded you to be silent as he watched from above.

"You're being very well behaved, brat..." Sukuna's voice was deep, startling you with a small gasp. "I'm impressed. I had assumed you would have broken by now."

You didn't speak. You were only allowed to answer his questions, not respond to general sentences.

Sukuna stepped over, tapping the end of the plug that was buried deep inside of your ass. Your legs twitched, and soft, shaky gasps left you. He tugged on it, the toy pulling and pressing against the tight rings of your hole, yet you remained silent, your quivering legs being the only response.

"Good...such a good toy you are~" He kept pulling until your rings expanded, the plug now pulled out only for him to press it deep back inside. Your eyes widened as you writhed against the sudden insertion, roughly biting your lip to silence anything that tried to sound from you. "It's almost ready~ Or...should I just stuff you right away, and spread you further myself?"

God you thought he'd never ask. You answered happily, practically cock drunk. "S-Stuff me, Master! Please, I beg of you! S-Stuff me...f-fill me! I need it!"

Sukuna chuckled at your desperation, tugging at the toy once more until it slid out of you. You wouldn't have to wait long for him, as he was already positioning himself over your stretched hole.

"I want to hear you scream, worm. I want to hear who's making you feel good as your pathetic ass is pounded, understand?"

You nodded eagerly. "Y-Yes, Lord Sukuna!"

Without another word, Sukuna entered you, and you were finally allowed to let out all the pleased sounds you were holding back, eyes rolling back into your skull from the sudden bliss. He didn't hold back either, slamming into you with such fervor that your vision nearly turned white.

"M-Master Sukuna~!"

You knew your throat would be hoarse after this, but you didn't care. The stretch of your ass with his cock was nothing compared to the plug. Sukuna was much bigger than the toy, and it left you a fucked out mess. Your voice echoed off the walls, screams of bliss sounding like music to Sukuna's ears as you babbled out his name and title. He held onto in such a way that allowed him to fuck into you deeply, leaving a small bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.

"M-Mas...ster Su-Sukuna...P-Please...cum...Wanna c-cum!" Your thoughts were practically fucked out of you that you almost couldn't form proper sentences.

Sukuna grabbed your throbbing cock, an evil grin on his face. "Y-You wanna cum, huh?" His own voice was breathless but still full of energy as he began jerking you off with the ring stll on, forcing you to let out a scream.

"L-Lord Su...ukuna! Th-The ring! Please! T-Take it off!"

He didn't respond. Instead he kept his actions, rapidly stroking your cock as he filled your ass with himself, more than pleased with himself in how he's making you beg and whine.

Though you would soon be blessed, as after what felt like forever, Sukuna suddenly stopped, gracing you sweet release as he removed the ring, strings of cum shooting out almost immediately paired with your erotic screams. Sukuna slowed his movements but kept a very slow movement to keep you stimulated, which only left you softly whimpering.

He gazed down at your spent form, chuckling darkly. "Let's make you do that again~"

#kaisers house of desires #x male reader #x reader #x male smut #x male y/n #sukuna #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sub male reader #dom sukuna

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 3 months ago

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Adam vs Mammon

Based on the rp blog @fanofstuff01

Adam: Do I have to go to this meeting? You always complain about how boring and what a waste of time they are.

Lucifer: Well, as Hell's newest King it's only a matter of time before you'd meet all the sins anyway. Might as well get it out of the way before Sinsmas.

Adam and Lucifer were currently riding in the limo down to the other side of Pride where the Sins meeting was going to take place. Since recently getting married and with twins on the way it was important that Adam get well acquainted with the sins.

But that also meant dealing with that loud mouth Mammon.

Adam: Yeah I guess so.

He placed his hand on his belly and gently rubbed they were so excited to be having kids together at long last.

They pulled up to the building and got out of the limo, Luicfer helped Adam out and they went inside. They sat on the thrones at the high end of the table. Since Adam was crowned King now he had to start attending these meetings at least before the twins came.

Adam sat beside Lucifer holding his hand and the other on his belly. It was like the damn thing grew overnight. He's four months or 17 weeks along.

The sins started to pile into the room and Adam tried not to give Mammon the stink eye. Fucking fat bastard thinks he can just step on Lucifer like he's a bug under his god damned shoe? At least Satan apologized when he broke Lucifer's thumb accidentally.

Lucifer: Good, everyone is here so-

Mammon: Why the fuck is he here?

Lucifer clenched his jaw, they haven't even been here five minutes and already this shit show was acting up. Adam glared at him.

Lucifer: Don't start. Adam is here to-

Mammon: To be an eye sore? Because honestly Lu you-

Adam didn't hear the rest of what he said because his temper flared, something hot inside his core ignited and it wanted out. It wanted out now.

Adam slammed both hands on the table, he felt like a man possessed as he stared down the sin of Greed on the other end of the meeting table.

Adam: The only eye sore in this room is you, you fat ugly piece of Christmas jester garbage. STOP interrupting him!

Luicfer's eyes went wide, what the Hell had gotten into Adam? Sure Mammon was a rude sack of shit but Lucifer could handle him. This little outburst where the other sins were stunned, made Mammon burst out laughing.

Mammon: Oh please!

He got up from his seat and circled the table until he was right by Adam, Lucifer was ready to snap him in half in case he tried anything. Mammon stuck his finger out pointing at Adam..

Mammon: Really Lu? This? You really ought to get your bitch in lin- INE!!

Adam felt that heat only got stronger and he grabbed Mammons finger and with strength he didn't know he possessed, snapped his pointer finger like a twing. He shoved the sin of Greed so hard he landed on his fat ass making the meeting room quake.

Lucifer: .... Adam?

He peered around to look at his husband and was shocked to see his eyes were wholly red, no other color there. His face pinched in a snarl as he glared at Mammon.

Mammon: Why you little bitch!!

He got up and was about to charge at Adam, but Adam held out his hand and in a burst of Hell's flame his guitar axe appeared and he used it to smack Mammon directly in the face making him stumble back before Adam came down and embedded it into Mammons foot.

Step on his fucking husband.

Mammon howled in pain, that shouldn't hurt!? What the fuck?

Mammon: The fuck is that made of angelic steel!?

Adam: Yes actually.

He twisted the blade more, black blood pooled and gushed onto the floor.

Adam: Or did you forget who the fuck I am? I was a commander for a fucking reason you cunt, so I suggest you sit down, stop interrupting my fucking husband or the next place this axe will go is in your fucking skull!!

That last part came out more demonic, flames escaped Adams mouth and the lights flickered.

Mammon actually looked nervous.

Lucifer went over and placed a hand on Adams shoulder, which made Adam relax.

Lucifer: I think he's had enough for now, Addie.

Adam blinked, his eyes going back to that beautiful golden shade Lucifer loved so much. He turned and pulled his guitar out of Mammons foot. Lucifer guided Adam back to his seat as Mammon limped away to his own.

He kept an arm around Adams waist for the rest of the meeting, more so to keep his husband in place. And to feel his lovely curves.

Lucifer: Anyone else? No? Good, let's get this meeting underway.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #guitarduck #adam x lucifer

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sunnyie-eve · 6 months ago

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5. Beautiful

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Series: Devious Opportunity

Pairing: (Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Notes: Hinted Smut, Incest, Pregnancy, Childbirth,

| MASTERLIST |

The two pass time catching up and just talking and sitting in silence. At the moment Aegon had his head resting on her lap as she played with his hair, "Lets go for a ride on Sunfyre." He sits up with a smile.

"And we run into my father up there on his way back?" She laughs.

"What if we just fly far away? Leave Westeros together. No one to stop us from seeing and talking to each other."

"Aegon, I can't do that." She tells him so he shuts her up by leaning in with his hand cupping the back of her skull making their lips touch. Aegon let his tears fall freely, and Celeste could taste them in the kiss. Sighing in slight relief as she cupped his face, her soft skin on his encouraging him to look at her.

"I'm here for you." She tells him holding his face as she placed feather light kisses all over him, hearing him let out a quiet whimper as she finally connected her lips with his on her own. Aegon suddenly became more forceful, his desperation pouring into the kiss, grabbing onto her waist with a bruising grip.

Right before the sunrises both Celeste and Aegon wake up from their little rest then she watches him fly off heading back to Kings Landing. She felt a bit bad because their last words to each other was her telling him to just move on and forget about her. She didn't want him getting in trouble from Otto, his mother, or her father. She cared about him and didn't want him going through it.

"You know how hard that is going to be for me?"

"Ageon, please for me so I don't have to worry about you." She tells him.

"Celeste please."

"Aegon, I care you but I don't feel the same." She lies to him, "I don't love you like that. I didn't feel anything during our time together."

He stays quiet getting on Sunfyre leaving her and that would be the last time they ever saw or talked to each other until another two years.

Walking back to her room she sees her father sitting on her bed waiting with a disappointing look on his face, "You have nothing to worry about, father. I told him to forget about me." She tells him.

"Aegon came all the way here to see you?"

"Yes, he just left." She looks over at him, "I'm not sorry."

"I know," He stands up walking up to her, "But I'm sorry." He lets her know before leaving her room.

Sitting on the sofa in her room reading Jace wonders in taking a seat next to her, "Are you here to bug us again with your presence?" She asks keeping her eyes on the pages.

"I'm not bugging them just you." He smiles, "They like when I poke at them." He pokes at her swollen belly making the babe move.

"They're moving because you're bothering them, Jace." She turns her head to look at him still poking her belly with a smile.

"I say differently. They love their uncle Jace."

"Technically you aren't their uncle. You're their cousin." She corrects him so he hits her.

"I'm their uncle." He smiles then notices the look on her face as she touches her stomach. "I'll get my mother." He gets up rushing out of the room.

Screams of pain ends up shaking the walls as hours pass by, "I can't do this anymore! Please make it stop!" Celeste yells, clawing at the bed-sheets.

"You can do it dear. You're a strong girl." Rhaenyra holds one of her hands to help her through it, "You're doing a great job."

"I can't take it anymore." She cries squeezing her hand as one of the handmaids dab at her forehead with a cloth.

"You're almost there."

Celeste groans in pain, "I can feel the head. Just a few more pushes." She's told.

Groaning even loudly, her teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked her frame. Pain radiated down her spine and into her groin. She felt like she was being ripped apart at the seams.

"You hear that? You're almost done. You're doing so good."

She squeezed onto Rhaenyra's hand as hard as she could, pushing with all the strength in her body. The harder she pushed, the sooner it would be over. She needed it to be over. With a final push, her vision began to blur and blank mind went blank.

Before she knew it, loud cries pulled her back to Earth, and coo's from the handmaidens filled the room. She laid back with a sigh of relief. As she relaxes Rhaenyra smiles at the baby before Celeste is told to keep pushing.

"I'm not done?!" She groans still pushing.

"It's twins." She's told as she gives birth to the last one.

"Both are girls." Rhaenyra tells her with a smile.

Celeste holds both of her babies to her chest while looking at them she starts to cry feeling something she's never felt before. "Is this feeling normally?" She laughs wiping her tears away.

"Yes, especially with your first." Rhaenyra tells her.

The handmaids clean up both Celeste and the babies before leaving her to rest for a bit. Laying in her clean bed she looks over at the babies next to her in a crib. She couldn't help but find her girls so beautiful. It was love at first sight with her.

Later when Celeste was well rested enough Jace and Luke were excited to meet the baby, "We hear it was girls!" Luke shouts so Jace tells him to quiet down.

"Yes," Celeste smiles.

"What did you decide to name them?" Jace asks as she hands them each a baby..

"Dahlia," She motions to the one Jace was holding, "And Astraea," She looks at the one Luke was holding.

The boys found them both beautiful just like her mother was. They took turns holding them till Daemon entered the room so they left them alone. Daemon walks over looking at Celeste holding the girls. Stepping closer he takes in how they looked.

"They're about identical to you when you were born." He speaks up.

"I didn't know you were even around then for that." Celeste says not looking at him but her girls in her arms. "Do you want to hold them?" She looks at him and he steps back, "Father, please."

Daemon steps forward taking Dahlia from her first and she could have sworn she saw him smile a bit, "That's Dahlia, she has a mole near her eye while Astraea has one on the tip of her nose." She lets him know who was who.

"I thought I was doing the right thing with you. I should have had you with me." He lets out looking over at her.

"I forgive you, father."

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someverygaymoth · 2 months ago

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Happy birthday dreamtale twins!!!

I don't have anything too big this year, but have this drabble I wrote a lil while ago about a dreamtale twin reunion as celebration below the cut! (bonus nightcest and disabled NM guys) 🥰

For the first time in centuries, Dream wakes up to his twin in his arms. They hold each other, even in the dredges of sleep, as though they might be torn away any moment. As he sits up, it's almost a surprise how cold everything is, in comparison to their place under the covers. The silky sleep shirt he has on hardly protects from the cold, even if it's delightfully soft. Night looks so soft like this, Dream can hardly remember the last time he saw him asleep, much less so peacefully... it's different now, with Night's skull broken and scarred, but no less special.

"Awake, are you?" A voice asks from the shadows. The corruption sits cross-legged in a chair by the balcony, not taking his eye off the book in his hand. Dream flinches a little in surprise, a hand falling carefully to his brother's shoulder, just to feel him there.

His brother, or, well... not really his... it would be far more appropriate to say something like the vile creature that imprisoned him for five hundred years... sits there, unbothered. Yet Dream still feared the corruption might just rip his twin away from him, any moment, any time.

"Were you just... Watching us sleep?"

"Watching you? No. Watching over you? Yes. I need no sleep, but he does... It seemed like a pertinent use of my time. Of course, Everyone in this castle is trustworthy and has our King's best interests in mind," He assures, pausing to look up at Dream for the first time during their conversation. "But outsiders, may seek to harm him," he hisses, before turning one cyan eye back to his book.

"Are you insinuating that I'm a threat to my own brother?"

The corruption chuckles, putting a thumb in his book and closing it temporarily to glare at Dream, "of course not. You would never get so far as to hurt him, not here. I'm merely concerned that your meager abilities provide no protection for him in his vulnerable state."

Dream sneers at him, "aha— Excuse me? Remind me how many times I alone have forced you and your dogs to retreat from a world you deigned disposable?" He scoffs.

"Firstly, do not disrespect my king by lowering his loyal companions to meer dogs, they are skilled and talented beyond your pitiful lack of knowledge. Secondly, how many times have I captured you so you may spend the rest of your wretched life in our King's domain?" The corruption asks, watching him with a positively shit eating grin.

Dream hisses out a breath and Nightmare stirrs beside him at the commotion, frowning sleepily, "are you two arguing?" He asks blearily.

"Of course not, my lord. Merely conversing in the morning hours. My apologies for waking you," the Corruption says, standing. He abandons his book on the small, round table next to his chair.

Nightmare sits up tiredly, leaning on his brother's shoulder as he yawns. "I mean it... No fighting... I love you both, very much. I want you to get along," he murmurs, rubbing at his sockets.

Dream pets his back, allowing his twin time to adjust to the waking world. He had never been much of a morning person. He was always tired for an hour or so after waking up, even from naps. It's somewhat endearing, really. Dream squeezes his shoulder a little in nervousness as the Corruption approaches their bedside. He doesn't encroach upon their space, though he does give Dream an odd look for whatever panicked, fearful emotions he must feel from him.

"Of course, my lord. I apologize. Would you like me to bring you breakfast, or would you join us in the dining hall?" The corruption asks, voice soft with reverence.

"Mm... I'll join the others downstairs in a moment, I only need to get dressed."

"You seem tired, my lord, do you require any assistance today?"

Dream balks at the comment, would this monster really insinuate something so crass about his brother, to his face?

Night flushes a light purple when he realizes how that must've sounded to his brother, coughing a little. "He didn't mean it like that... I just can't move like I once did, getting dressed on my own is nigh impossible... It's nothing unseemly..." He defends, frowning a little.

"You cannot... Get dressed on your own?" Dream asks, a little startled.

He'd known from the moment he'd seen him again, that his brother was irreparably damaged. It was visible and clearly painful to some degree. Scattered spiderwebbed scars riveted every bone, and almost the entirety of the right half of his skull was just gone above the cheekbone. Someone had to hold him while he walked, sometimes carry him, from what he understood. Dream had never even thought about all the other ways this must impact him.

Yesterday, when he took his brother's hand for the first time in centuries, Nightmare could only give him a weak squeeze. He said his head injury made it hard to move his hands some days. Now that he thinks about it, his brother must struggle immensely with that. Without being able to move his hands he cannot write, nor button his own shirts, nor tie his own laces. All of this he had not even spared a thought to until this moment.

The corruption growls lowly, "refrain from extending your pity, he does not need it."

"Mare, please, he doesn't understand. None of the boys did at first either... Spare him some grace, for the sake of the stars..." Nightmare complains, groaning. "You're acting childish."

The corruption narrows a socket at him, huffing, "childish? I am older than you!"

"Then act like it," Night states, demurely as one might comment on the weather.

"You're lucky we have company, or I'd fix that smart mouth for you," he remarks, expression sly. His arms stay crossed, and he doesn't move an inch, however.

"Mare! What is wrong with you!? Don't say such embarrassing things!!" Nightmare huffs, glaring at him with a flushed face.

Dream just blinks somewhat stupidly for a moment, only to pin Mare with a sharp look, "that's most definitely foul in nature," he murmurs.

"Dream, I'm sorry about him... That's— Mare is only being playful. He's just a little overprotective and clingy at the moment, I know getting used to the way things are now, is going to take time. I don't expect you to understand or accept it all right away... I hope you'll pardon his little jealous fits for now. He's so finicky with sharing my attention with new company, it's been ages since we've had anyone new in the castle, after all," Night explains, smiling at him.

"Jealous fits?!" Mare screeches, flushed teal. "I am not jealous— and— even if I were, I would most certainly not be jealous of him!" He says, pointing at Dream with a sharpened tentacle.

"For an empath, you are not particularly estute in regards to your own emotions," Dream murmurs.

The Corruption hisses at him. Like a fucking cat. Dream is so asconced that he can't even respond to it.

"Oh, what did I say about fighting?!" Nightmaplnre exclaims, pouting at them both.

"Right. Sorry," Dream murmurs, looking a little guilty.

The Corruption straightens out again, only looking a little pouty, "My apologies, my lord..." he pauses and somewhat displeased, looks to Dream. "Dream, there are plenty of clothes in the wardrobe over there, you may change in the bathroom." He sighs and turns to Nightmare. "Would you like me to lay out a few outfits for you in the meantime, my King?" He asks dutifully.

"Yes, please. Thank you." Dream can feel his love and appreciation spark for the other, and it makes him sigh just a little. His brother turns to him, smiling ever-so softly, "I'll be quite alright, Dream. You just get ready and join the others downstairs. They have standing orders to treat you with the upmost respect. Please, let me know if they treat you with anything but kindness and hospitality," Night says, smiling.

Dream looks to Mare, then to his brother, one more time. He looks like he wants to say something, but he only sighs. "Alright."

Mare pins him with a sort of withering expression, and as Dream slides out of bed, the Corruption sits on the edge (finally looking away from him), asking Nightmare what he'd like to wear today. Dream felt a little annoyed he immediately got close to Night, but at the same time, this made it obvious he kept his distance only to respect Dream's space. Or maybe he was too disgusted to get near him, but Dream was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt... This was something. Mare was trying to make him feel comfortable and respected, in his own way.

Dream flicks on the light in the walk in closet. Like the rest of the castle, it's an extravagant thing, a room that feels too large to be a closet. With deep stained hardwood floors. Night's closet lacks the colorful messiness of his own. It's full of a range of purples, blacks, blues, a little bit of red, and whites, with the occasional sparkle of a gold or silver hem. The space is much better organized than Dream's wardrobe ever was.

Some clothes hang and others are folded neatly in wooden organizers. Some assortment of canes sit in what looks to be a repurposed umbrella holder. Dream supposed he never exactly had time for organization, moreso, when he did, it meant being alone with his thoughts. This usually left him wallowing in bed. He'd always been a little useless like that.

Dream tries to find something light and a little less depressing than the majority of this closet. Mare walks into the closet past him, a tendril knocking carelessly on the doorframe. Or maybe he was trying to announce himself so that Dream wasn't startled. It's difficult to tell. Mare navigates the closet with ease, grabbing a long sleeved shirt, a soft purple hoodie he hadn't noticed before, and a pair of black pants. Just as Dream is starting to feel a little lost, Mare clears his throat.

Dream turns toward him, only to find a tentacle with a black pair of pants and a white shirt with golden trim draped over it held out in offering. Mare doesn't spare him more than a haphazard glance as he looks through the hanging clothes, pulling out a black shirt. Dream flusters, surely he can find his own clothes. Still, he's grateful for the help. That, and he won't deny that the clothes are pretty, if a bit over the top. Dream takes them carefully, thanking Mare quietly.

Mare only nods in assent as he grabs a black wooden cane from the rack. Dream walks out of the closet to see Night smiling at the sight of their friendly exchange. With a sigh, he must admit seeing Night so happy is nice. If all it takes is getting along with Mare sometimes, he thinks he can manage that. Dream gives his brother a little smile before stepping into the bathroom to change.

Night had watched their exchange with joy, smiling back at Dream when he walked into the bathroom. He hopes they continue to get along. This is a good start. Mare walks out of the closet with a couple shirts to choose from, one of the hoodies he likes, and a the cane he usually uses.

"He's hopeless," Mare comments.

"Oh, be nice. He's doing his best."

Mare gives him a look, but only sets out the shirts for him, setting the cane by the bed.

"I appreciate you, but I'm not gonna be able to get around with just that today," Night says, chuckling.

"I'm aware. I also know you don't want to be in a wheelchair all day, not on Dream's first day here. I'll be there, I have nowhere to be but by your side today."

"You know me so well," Night teases, "Cleared your schedule just to keep an eye on my brother?" He asks as Mare carefully undoes each of the buttons on his nightshirt.

"Can't I simply spend a day with you?" Mare asks, crossing his arms as Night slides the night shirt off his shoulder.

"Hah, no, not a chance," Night laughs, "nice try though."

"What? Do I not spend time with you?"

Night throws on the black shirt with relatively little struggling, "well, you sure spend a lot of time hissing at anything that gets near me."

"Am I neglecting you, darling?" Mare asks, frowning.

"Hm, maybe," Night says pointedly, glancing away.

Mare cups his cheek, pressing their skulls together. "Saturday, I'm all yours. Nothing on the schedule but anything you want. That sound good?" He offers, voice soft.

Night hums, feigning consideration before breaking into a contented smile. "Sounds perfect," he answers, pressing a chaste kiss to the other's teeth.

The bathroom door swings open and Mare sits up, flushed a little teal.

"You're so shy I swear," Night says, laughing.

"Did I interrupt something?" Dream murmurs, expression mildly disturbed.

"No, nothing."

Night rolls his eyes, "only someone being outwardly affectionate for once in a blue moon, you're fine. Head down, Mare can show you the way, I can finish dressing on my own." His corrupted counterpart seems asconced by this suggestion.

Dream glances hesitantly at the cane propped up against his twin's nightstand. With yesterday in mind, he quietly asks, "are you sure you can make the walk?"

"I'll be quite fine, thank you. I will call you if I cannot manage. But otherwise, I'll be with you in a moment." Mare gives him a skeptical look, but Night only sighs, "Mare, I need you to make sure everyone plays nice until I'm there. I'm trusting you to take care of my brother."

Mare's expression twists a little, not unkindly, but in the way someone would when water is flicked in their face... So, perhaps a little bit unkindly. He sighs, glances to Dream, and then to his host. "You are quite lucky I love you."

"That I am," Night answers proudly, playfully putting his hand right over where his soul would be.

"You... Fine. I'll see to it no one acts unruly."

"Thank you."

"Night, I really can look after myself," Dream adds, quietly standing by the door.

"I'd rather you not, those four can get quite destructive without direction. I wouldn't subject you to that on your first morning here, it would be downright cruel," Night laughs.

"Brother—"

"Shh, he'll be nice, won't he?"

Mare scowls, "I am not your dog."

Night leans on one of his hands, grinning up at the taller from where he sits. "You won't be nice then?"

"I will be polite, and I will keep the others from killing your kin."

"Injuring, my kin, I believe you mean."

Mare rolls his one eye light, "I will prevent the others from injuring your obnoxious brother."

Night gives him a look.

"Your very nice and not at all annoying brother," it's spoken like a flat lie.

"Well, it's better than it was. I really will be down in a moment Dream, it's alright."

Dream makes a face when he looks at Mare, but quietly agrees, walking towards the door. Mare pays tribute to his host in the form of a small kiss to the cranium before he follows after him. And for the first time in the last 35 hours, Night experiences peace and quiet.

#utmv #undertale au #ut au #ut aus #dreamtale nightmare sans #dreamtale dream sans #dreamtale #corrupted nightmare sans #passive nightmare #passive nightmare sans #selfcest #nightcest #yippee!#dreamtale nightmare #dreamtale dream #dream sans #dreamtale au

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year ago

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Symphony of dreams

Morpheus x Female Reader

With Rose Walker now living her own life, Morpheus must tie up some loose ends. Most of all, he needs to fix things with his beloved wife.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter}

Warnings: The end of the story!

Epilogue

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You walk down to the shore with Lucienne to where Morpheus had requested your presence. He was working. Normally, he didn't want to be disturbed while he worked, but clearly today was an exception.

He was building new Dreams and new Nightmares.

"My lord," Lucienne addresses him. "Sorry to disturb you while you're working."

"I did call for you."

"Yes..."

"Is something wrong?" He asks.

"No, it's something lovely, actually. A new book appeared in the library this morning by Rose Walker."

You smile softly.

Lucienne holds up the book titled 'Into the night.'

"And how is it?" Morpheus asks, amused.

"You may take issue with the depiction of the king in the story, but... I loved it." Lucienne says.

You chuckle softly.

"She is the daughter of the Endless with quite a story to tell." Morpheus smiles.

"Are you making new Nightmares to replace Gault and the Corianthian?" Lucienne then asks.

"The world does not need a new Corianthian quite yet. In fact... will you keep this somewhere safe for me?" He holds out the skull he had kept in his pocket. "I am finishing a Dream."

"I'll leave you to it then." Lucienne says, turning to leave.

"Lucienne."

She turns back around to face Morpheus.

"Do you not wish to say hello?" He asks her. You look at him curiously as the Dream on front of him starts to take form.

You smile when you see Gault with a new pair of fairy wings. She opens her eyes.

"You look gorgeous, Gault." Lucienne says.

Gault smiles. She walks over to Lucienne. "Thank you." She twirls as she takes in her new form. "May I ask what made you change your mind about me, sir?"

"I had no right returning here after over a century expecting everything to be as just as I left it." He says. "Lucienne tried to tell me that. So did you. But now I'm listening. Or trying to."

You smile softly at your husband.

"New Dreams. New Nightmares. A new age." He looks at you.

You smile and nod at him.

"Thank you, sir." Gault smiles at him. She winks at Lucienne and then takes flight. You watch her go with a smile.

"I might be here awhile." Morpheus says softly. "Would you mind taking care of things while I work?" He asks, looking at Lucienne.

"With pleasure, sir." Lucienne smiles.

Lucienne heads back. You do not see any reason you had been called down here and turn to leave to, but his voice stops you.

"Wait."

You turn back around and look at him. He looks at you.

"I called you here."

"Yes. You did." You confirm softly. "I assumed to show me Gault. Very good work."

He smiles. "Come here." Morpheus extends his hand out to you, waiting for you to accept it. You smile softly as you reach out and take his hand, stepping closer to him. Morpheus pulls you in even closer, wrapping you up in his coat, holding you close to him.

"I love you," he whispers softly.

You smile. "I love you too."

"I am sorry I hurt you. That I caused you pain."

"Do not apologise," you say softly. "You did what you had to do, and all turned out well in the end. Rose lives. The Dreaming is healing. You are here."

"As are you."

You smile at him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Neither am I, my love."

Your forehead rests against his. "My darling."

Morpheus kisses you. He kisses you like he hasn't kissed you ever before. He pulls you in even closer, focusing on your lips. This is a man who loves his wife unlike anything before.

You are happy. As is he.

The Lord of Dreams and his beautiful Lady of Hope.

Morpheus couldn't ask for more than that.

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atomic--peach · 2 years ago

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Her Grace's Handmaiden

Imagine being Queen Cersei's favorite handmaiden Pt.2

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

(Cersei x fem reader, slight Sandor x fem reader if you like it like that. I've decided this is going to be a series that will go into smutty territory eventually, but it'll definitely be a slow burn)

The ride north was an unforgiving one. Being lowborn, you had only admired horses from afar before being expected to ride in the Queen's entourage. Side saddle riding protected your modesty and spared your thighs the chafing that the Male riders suffered, but your lower back and shoulders ached all the same.

The queen rode in a lavish carriage with her three children, guarded closely on either side by Ser Jaime and Sandor Clegane.

Due to your inexperience riding and your new found favor with her grace, you were instructed to ride along side The Hound, who was under orders to keep any eye on you and intervene if the mare beneath you proved too rowdy.

It was clear that The Hound resented this duty, already having to keep an eye on the young Prince Joffery, who alternated between riding in the carriage and mounting his own steed. A bright white and rowdy gelding that was the torment of the other horses in the party. It nipped and whinied, trotting circles around the group in a foppish, showy manner.

The Hound, on the other hand, mounted a broad bodied horse that was black as midnight with a coal grey mane named Stranger.

As the prince took another lap, the white gelding nipped at the hindquarters of your mare for what must have been the fifth or sixth time that day. The mare, tired and frustrated with this harassment, finally decided to voice her displeasure by baying loudly and bouncing her back legs enough to bounce you around.

"No, no Girl. Whoa, stop stop stop" you squealed, pulling at the reins with as much force as you dared but the horse was too fed up to mind.

"Stop! Stop the carriage" a firm and regal voice put a halt to the party as Clegane snatched the reigns from your grasp and managed to settle the mare back into submission.

"Mother's Mercy!" A gruff voice growled, accompanied by the heavy trot of hooves. King Robert's face was red as a cherry from drink and frustration as he glared at the queen. "If you keep holding us up, Winterfell will be snowed in before we even get there!"

"I apologize, Your Grace" You bowed your head, face flushed with embarrassment. "It was my fault, I failed to control my mount. My deepest apologies."

Robert's eyes rolled nearly back to his skull with a begrudging sigh before flinging a finger at Clegane.

"You, Hound, let the girl ride with you and have that beast tethered to a wagon"

He tossed a glare back at the queen, a look which said 'you just had to bring her, didn't you?' Before returning to his place in the party.

"I'm sorry" you nearly whispered, tailing the gargantuan man as he tether the horse in brooding silence.

Heading back to Stranger, you nearly cried out as Clegane snatched the softness of your arm and all but dragged you up onto the horse in front of him. His grip was bruising and you had to force yourself not to rub the part where he snatched you like a hawk snatches a rabbit.

"Not one word" he growled "or I'll toss you from this horse and let you walk to Winterfell."

You rode until dusk, and your body didn't relax until you were safely once again on solid ground.

Once again, The Hound dismounted first before he gripped you by the waist, hard fingers pressing into the soft flesh under your riding clothes, and all but dragged you off the horse where you landed with a wobble of your knees.

"Y/N, To me" your mistress called and you rushed to her side immediately.

"Yes, Your Grace" your curtsey suffered from the weakness in your legs, but the Queen hardly seemed to notice.

"You had us worried there" She looked down at you with unreadable eyes, "You'll have to improve your riding if you wish to keep up"

"I will, Your Grace. Thank you"

"Take my things inside" she motioned vaguely to the inn at which you had stopped for the night. "Just follow King Robert's squire, he'll show you. Then come back for the children's things"

"Immediately, Your Grace"

The work was arduous, and by the time you finished it was past dark. The inn provided food and housing for the higher members of the entourage, but at The Queen's insistence you were to sleep at the foot of her bed as you did in The Red Keep.

Robert was apathetic to this. Ser Jaime, to your surprise, seemed genuinely disappointed by this and approached the queen when they thought they had a moment in private, not knowing you were settling the queen in as they spoke

"Don't worry" Cersei assured him "I'll just send her out"

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After dinner, you tended to your queen with great care. Standing behind her as she sat on the edge of the plush feather bed, you gently pulled a comb through her golden locks, picking out any snags with extreme tenderness.

"Y/N, tonight my brother will be coming by to discuss some family matters and I want you out of the way."

"Of course, your grace." You complied, satisfied with this explanation. Of course she wouldn't want you around when they discussed Lannister matters.

"And..." She turned slightly, looking up at you through her lashes in a way that made your breath catch in your chest. "Be a good girl, and don't mention this to anyone. It's my business, and I expect you to keep it that way"

"Not a word, Your Grace" Your face began to flush as her long, slender hand grasped your small, common one.

"Not even to The King"

"The King?" You paused, confused why the king would inquire about such a thing in the first place. "Yes, your grace. Not even to the King. I swear it"

Cersei's face softened at this and, to your great shock, raised your hand to her face and allowed it to stroke her cheek gently.

"What would I do without you?" She breathed before letting your hand drop back to your side and turning back around so you could finish combing out her hair.

You carried the high of her touch through the evening and even when she sent you away. You curtisied to Jaime primly before slipping outside back to the wagons.

Aimless, you went to the stables where the horses had been bedded down for the night, glancing into each stall curiously until you found the mare you had ridden earlier.

Her tawny coat had been brushed and her white snout was buried in a pail of oats.

"Hello" you greeted her in a small voice. "I'm sorry about before, it wasn't your fault"

The horse snorted at you in an apathetic manner, flicking the flies off with her tail.

"Don't talk to horses" a gruff voice scolded you from down the stable hall.

You jumped, having believed you were alone, before craning you head to see who spoke.

"Why not?" You eyed The Hound with flushed cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught.

"Because it makes you look mad" he grumbled. "No one wants a mad handmaid"

"Well" you sputtered as he approached you from Stranger's stall, "It wasnt her fault. It was that gelding that kept biting her"

"It wasn't her fault, you're right" he stopped, towering over you like a shadow. "It was your fault"

"What?"

"That mare is the most patient thing in this barn, trained to handle children and unskilled little fools like you." He leaned against the wood of the stall with his arms crossed firmly. "If you'd just kept your calm like any person with half a brain would, she would have listened to you"

"I do so have a brain" You raged. Where did he get off being so disrespectful when all you'd been was polite?

"Doubt it" The hound scoffed "The queen does all your thinking for you, she's got your brain tucked away in all those trunks somewhere."

"Why I-" you gasped "All I have ever done is my very best for Her Grace's comfort and happiness. If My Lady has any issue with the way I serve her, she will not hesitate to let me know"

"I'll bet" a cruel smirk spread across Sandor's face. "And they call me the hound. What a well trained little bitch she has in you."

The slap came on reflex, fueled by indignant rage that fled your body as quickly as it came. The blood drained from your face as the Hound's gaze trained on you with a low growl.

"You get one of those. Only one. Next time you even think about raising hand to me, I'll tear it off and beat you with it"

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes as if bracing for a strike until Clegane let out a slow exhale.

"Run back to your mistress, little girl. And don't let me see your face until morning."

You did exactly that, hovering in the hallway of your lady's room until Ser Jaime slipped out quietly and tried to sneakily return to his own before stopping in his tracks at the sight of you.

You curtisied and kept your head down until your chin was jerked up suddenly, making you flinch. Jaime's eyes studied your face, smoothing his thumb over your cheek to wipe away a stream of tears. You'd been crying and didn't even realize it.

"Do I need to do something about this?" The head of the kingsgaurd asked, knowing you fully got his meaning.

"No" you shook you head and wiped away what was left of your tears with your palm. "No Ser, I am fine. Thank you'

Jaime nodded. "My sister is waiting for you"

"Yes, Ser" you breathed, trying to right yourself before letting your lady see you. "Thank you, Ser"

You watched him go, steadying your breath and wiping your eyes one last time before returning to your post

#game of throne imagine #game of thrones fanfiction #cersei lannister x reader #cersei lannister imagine #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane imagine #Jaime Lannister x reader #jaime lannister imagine #Cersei Lannister x fem reader #Her Grace's Handmaiden

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ordinaryschmuck · 5 months ago

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Full Family AU Part 26

Marilyn stood off to the side of the examination table as Camila looked over her "dog." It took her up to an hour to give him a full check-up, listening to his heart, checking his eye-sight, and feeling up his fur.

"His head feels weirdly solid," Camila noted. "Like his skull is on the outside?"

"Well, clearly it's not," Marilyn told her, looking impatient as she started tapping her foot and clutching at her chest. She then pulled out a flask from her hair and popped it open to take a swig out of it.

"I don't think you should be drinking in a vet clinic," Camila scolded.

"Relax, Doc," Marilyn said with a wave of her hand. "If this was mama's night juice, she'd be saving it in something classier than this old thing. And trust me, you'd want me to drink this stuff. I'm a monster if I don't."

"Okay..." Camila picked up her clipboard and started write up her diagnosis.

"Any good news, Doc?" Marilyn asked before taking another swig.

"Well, he appears to be healthy," Camila told her. "His coat's not matted, he's in good physical health, and, most important of all...he's the goodest, good boy I've ever seen!"

She cooed, giving the dog little scratches under his chin and making him gleefully "Weh."

"Aw...The bark's unlike anything I've heard of, though," Camila said in a more serious tone. "That and how weird his head feels makes me a little concerned. I'd recommend going to see David from across the hall and make an appointment for some x-rays. Get the full details of what's wrong with him."

"Woah, woah, woah, no need for x-rays," Marilyn said as she put the flask back in her hair. "I just want to make sure he doesn't have fleas or rabies or anything else that's bad or nasty. Wouldn't want to put this little cutie down, right?"

"Absolutely not, no," Camila agreed, giving the pup some more chin scratches. "Still, while he doesn't show signs for those things, I'm concerned about how he--"

"Stow the concern, lady. I'm already paying for this little guy's medical exam, not for whatever an x-ray costs. Speaking of..." Marilyn dug into her hair again and pulled out a coin purse. "How much do I owe ya?"

"Tanya will bill you up front, but, Ms. Rosenstien, if you want a good, long life for...uh...What's his name?"

"I've just been calling him King."

"King!" yapped the little dog, making Camila look at him with the widest eyes.

"Did he just--"

"You're imagining things," Marilyn said quickly while yoinking King by the scruff of his neck to bring him close, to then holding him in a nicer, more protective way.

"Uh..." Camila shook her head free from the shock. "Well, if you want King to live a good, long life, you need to make sure he's really okay. Like, a hundred percent certain, and all."

"You said he's fine?"

"Well, yes, but--"

"Then that's certain enough for me," Marilyn decided. She carefully walked past Camila and headed right for the door. "I appreciate the concern, Doc, but I don't need it."

"Okay, but I still strongly suggest that--"

"GAH!" Just as Marilyn opened the door, she revealed that Vee was standing at the other end of it, her expression unreadable again as she looked right up at Marilyn.

"Vee?!" Camila exclaimed. "I told you to wait in the break room!"

Vee said nothing. She only stared in a way that left Camila concerned. For more than one reason.

"Vee?"

"Is this kid always like this?" Marilyn asked out of concern for her own safety.

"No, never. In fact, I'm surprised that she's not so...skittish with you."

"Well, I'm the one who's skittish here!" Marilyn slowly and carefully stepped around Vee, clutching King tight. "I don't know about you, but she looks about ready to--"

"I know what you are..." Vee said, now making Camila extra concerned.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Heck if I know!" Marilyn yelled, though the panic in her voice sounded like it was for something else other than Vee's ominous aura. "That's a question to ask yer creepy kid! As for me, I'm taking my baby out of here!"

She turned and ran off, Vee not looking away.

"Vee...? Vee!"

"Huh?" Vee looked back to Camila, finally out of her daze.

"What was that all about?" Camila asked, trying her best to keep her voice even. "You scared off that lady."

"Oh, s-sorry..." Vee looked down in shame and started playing with her fingers. "It's just that she...She..."

"She what?"

"...She smells like magic," Vee said quietly. And with that sentence, Camila's concern now turned into confusion.

Or was it a mix of both?

Yes, it was a mix of both.

Regardless of her emotions, she went over to Vee and knelt down to meet her at her level. "What do you mean by smells like magic?"

Vee focused on her fingers, not wanting to meet Camila's eyes. "I...I think she's--"

"Camila!" Tanya ran into the examination room with a huff.

"We're in the middle of something, Tanya," Camila told her.

"I can see that, but that woman? Marilyn? She just booked it out the door without paying!"

"She dined and dashed us?!"

"She dined and dashed us!"

Camila groaned. "Vee, we're going to have to talk about this later. Just go back to the break room and, please, stay there."

"Okay..." Vee said, her voice cracking and tears forming. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, bebé." Camila ruffled her hair. "Just a stressful day at work is all. I'll be much better when I drag that 'Marilyn' by the hair and force her to pay her bill."

She got up and followed Tanya out of the examination room, trusting Vee to find her way back. But Vee still stood there for a full minute before sobbing a gentle sob.

"Why are you like this...?" she asked herself.

#the owl house #camila noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #vee noceda #full family au #this is a long one #sorry #fan fiction

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years ago

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Cat, I beg of you, if you'd be so king as to accept this request

TOUCHSTARVED HEROOOO 🛐🛐🛐🛐

“You're angry with me.”

“I am not.” That wasn't quite the truth, was it? The hero looked up from their bloody hands and back at the villain who seemed to be much softer in this light.

And still, their brain wouldn’t comprehend it, wouldn’t accept why the villain liked them, could possibly love them. They were a mess, weren’t they? A broken toy people were too afraid to touch.

“I just want to know what happened,” the villain said. Their living room was spacious and the hero felt small when they looked at the artsy decor and the lavish furniture. It was clean and cozy. Lots of plants, lots of colour. It wasn’t at all what the hero had thought it to be.

“Uhm…” The hero had stared at the room too much to get any sentence from the villain through their skull. Mesmerised by how alive this home seemed to be, they observed the details. This apartment seemed to be breathing on its own, with the villain’s cat looking out of the window, waiting to cause some mischief.

The hero swallowed, realising that their tears hadn’t dried yet.

“It’s very sad,” they sad. “Your living room, I mean.”

The villain didn’t seem to be too happy that the hero was deflecting the question but they were also way too gentle to put any pressure on the hero right now.

“Yeah, I suppose. It’s a little too obvious,” the villain said.

“Do you miss growing plants? Letting them sprout and watching them grow? All because you were born with those powers?”

For a long time, the villain didn’t say a word and the hero feared this was going too far. They hadn’t been this close for long and the hero was very anxious and couldn’t help but think the villain was going to end whatever this was when the hero said the wrong thing.

But then, the villain spoke gently with a sweet tone the hero could’ve drowned in.

“I do miss it. There’s little you can do when your power is taken from you.” They took a step forward and leaned down, wiping away the hero’s tears with their thumb. “But I have to live with it, don’t I?”

The hero nodded slowly as they closed their eyes. Whenever the villain touched them, they felt like they were in heaven. The warmth, the comfort…it was all the hero needed, more than they deserved but still less than they wanted. They’d never asked for it but they had always wanted more of the villain’s touch.

Not even in a sexual way. Just touching. Being there. Being understood.

“Now, darling.” The villain drew patterns with their thumbs into the hero’s cheeks. “Tell me what happened, my love.”

The hero leaned into their hand when the villain’s palm came to rest against the curve of their jaw, fingers lazily draped over their neck.

“I jumped off a building and…yeah, the rope I was holding onto burnt my hands.” They held up said hands, as if to show the bloody evidence. “Because of the friction it dug really deep and I…yeah, I took painkillers already, it’s okay.”

“Oh, my sweet darling,” the villain said, not letting go of the hero once. The hero couldn’t imagine what it must’ve felt like to lose their powers.

The villain had told them — very vaguely — how painful it was. They’d been unconscious for several days after, sort of like a coma, resulting in months of recovery. They’d been one of many lab rats, one of many who had suffered. One of many to come.

“Can I take care of your hands?” the villain asked.

“Yes, just…let’s stay like this for a few more seconds, okay?” The hero wanted to touch the villain so bad, wanted to do the same things they were doing. But that was impossible with bloody hands.

“Just a few seconds, though,” the villain said. Seconds turned into minutes when the villain continued to touch the hero’s neck and face. Running their hand through the hero’s hair, wiping away dirt and following the curved and straight lines of their features — the hero couldn’t have been happier, despite finding out on their mission today that they were gonna be robbed of their powers next week as well.

#me when mw ehwn me when snowy requestss #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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beevean · 2 years ago

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I decided to break down down this absolutely beautiful poster because I love it and there is some interesting content to notice <3

Starting from the big character portraits:

The Hecboi being his usual badass self. You can spot his earrings which I love, it's such a cute detail <3

Isaac practicing his "step on me daddy" routine. yes sir i get it your boots are fabulous and your pants can't contain your d

I find highkey underrated how Kojima associated him with skulls in official artwork. I wish it didn't get lost in time lol.

Trevor, my friend Trevor :) much more serious than the sass master he is in the game lol

Julia taking care of Hector's Innocent Devils :)

Side note, while I love most of their designs in the game, I find Kojima's idea of what Hector and Isaac's Devils could look like very fascinating. I like how she draws dragons.

The big man himself, St. Germain standing in front of a clock, and Zead holding a four-leafed clover for good luck (+ Isaac again lol)

Now, the more minute detail, going anti-clockwise:

Not only we can see Dracula's Castle, but the figure in the center is the Devil Forgery lab in the PtR manga:

Another underrated detail of lore :)

Oh, this one is just. juicy <3 It took me ages to understand what's going on, but with some help I finally realized it.

So this is essentially the moment where Hector went to Dracula and was like "hey boss, would you mind if you stopped to order me to kill humans? dunno if you noticed but i'm human too and it feels weird. thanks", and Dracula was like "hmm. let me think about it. no. have a nice day :)".

In the PtR manga, it was depicted like this:

With Dracula threatening Hector with his extended claws, and then throwing him off the castle keep. i don't know what you were expecting, man

But in the poster, he's straight up holding Hector by his throat and stabbing him with the fingers of his bat wings! So much that you can see blood dripping from his mouth! Ouch!

This only proves my headcanon that Devil Forgemasters are superhuman and can withstand wounds that would kill a normal person.

also, between this and his sippy attack in the game proper, dracula sure likes to manhandle hector a little too much.

the besties going to work <3

You have no idea how much this little drawing pisses me off. This is the closest thing I have of a canon depiction of Hector and Isaac working as Devil Forgemasters.

I need to see them slaughtering humans together in my bloodstream D: not even NFCV had the courtesy of depicting a villain Hector actually doing villain things D: guys. guys the potential-

Aside from that, this also incidentally proves that PtR's interpretation of Isaac's fabulous outfit (being what is left of his normal Devil Forgemaster outfit after Hector destroyed it) is retroactive. My man was apparently already going shirtless just because he felt like it. Imagine being killed by Dracula's most loyal soldier and your last sight in life is his tiddies. King shit.

also

yeah it's stupid but that's the vibe i get lol

I get it, Kojima-san, you love your blorbo. understandable

A bit more seriously, I really appreciate how much Isaac doesn't have the certified Kojima Pretty Man face, he's instantly recognizable. I like his big nose :)

Hector practicing Devil Forging, a smaller version of this panel from the PtR manga:

I like how in the poster it looks like a typical yin-yang symbol, but also closer to the black-and-white motif of the Devil Forging crest :) they look like two lil dragons chasing each other.

why does isaac look 150% more naked without his shoulder armor

It's hard to tell which even this is supposed to represent. I guess it's his defeat at Hector's hands, if we take the black splotches on the ground as his outfit being slashed. Notice the crest on the floor, similar to the intro of the game!

The worsties fighting. Hector is pissed and Isaac is a troll, must be a day ending in Y. they're flirting

The End! Hard to tell if it's Hector's golden Devil or Abel, but it looks awesome <3

This one... puzzles me. I can tell that Hector is being attacked by some little devils and he's defending himself. But why is he using a small pumpkin as a weapon??

(what if this is him trying to defend rosaly from the mob who accused her of being a witch :<)

Hector angsting. Sadly I'm not sure of what kind of flower that's supposed to be, perhaps a dandelion? I wish it was a lily of the valley like in PtR.

Our friend Trevor again. Interesingly, in the full poster, Isaac and Trevor are directly mirroring each other.

Trevor being like "bruh are you for real" after whipping Hector's ass black and blue. (i hate his second fight so much...)

I would say "Hector's revenge", but actually it looks like he's bleeding and in pain. So... I think this the moment when Dracula nearly clawed Trevor's eye out.

Trevor and Isaac fighting! Love that scene in the game :D

isaac how are you even twisting yourself. what are you doing. you're showing off, aren't you.

Not sure about what location these ruins are supposed to be, but fascinating detail of the skeleton holding a scale of justice. It's close to Zead...

tl;dr i want to eat this poster because it's just so fucking good and a great way to summarize the game

#castlevania #curse of darkness #long post #ayami kojima #hector castlevania #isaac laforeze #trevor belmont #dracula castlevania #julia laforeze #st. germain #zead

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