#i forget this line exists every time i go to replay the prologue

[leighsartworks216]

"'Master', is it?"

SIR NO

[luniellar]

The Union: Prologue - Sebastian Stan X Chris Evans X Reader

Summary: This fictional story takes place between the three kingdoms that hold great power in the untouchable lands located in Europe. Despite the modern developments in the other countries, these three kingdoms, Callisto, Europa and Io, exist hidden from the rest of the world and embrace the cultural customs shared for centuries from the early human civilizations.

You are the daughter of the Europa Kingdom led by your father, King Jovian. This year you reached the fruitful age of 21, meaning that it’s finally time to fulfill your duty as the princess of Kingdom Europa. The arranged marriage between Kingdom Europa and Kingdom Callisto has been something that your father planned for a long time to finally bring peace between the three kingdoms. Whether you like it or not, you are the key piece to it all. King Stan of Callisto is who you will be sharing the honor of the arranged marriage. He is known by all as a man of savage fighting nature and very few words. You know there is no hope wishing for the passionate love your father and mother shared, but will you be able to bring peace to this land to fulfill your father’s last wishes? Links: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 

Warnings: Inappropriate languages  Word Count: 1.8K

Feeling the warm silky sheet underneath your hot skin, you tossed around for the 81493th time on the bed. How has no one found a way to pause time? Were we not the same people who were racing to get humans in space and encounter extraterrestrial life? Letting out a deep sigh, you sat up from the unnecessary large bed that could fit all of your servants. You always promised a slumber party with your helpers since you were very young, but it looked like that was never going to happen.

The moonlight was brighter than usual and lit up most of the room as it filtered through the lavender stained glass. The faint color bounced off your white marble walls and floor creating a soft mood around the familiar space you grew up in. Your chest hardened and your eyes welled up with tears as you had to come to the realization that you kept pushing back until now.

This was the last night you were going to spend here.

You knew since birth that when you turned 21, you will be married off for family business. Your father wanted to push this marriage back as far as possible, but he knew it was inevitable too. Most noble girls were married off before 21 so the husband could rest assured that he was guaranteed a virgin. But your father made arrangements so you could enjoy life as a princess for another few years before leaving home forever and only visiting on the few national holidays scattered throughout the year.

The relationship between you and your father was like nothing else in the world. You didn’t have any memory of your mother since she passed giving birth to you. However, despite the lack of her physical existence, you always felt close to your mother. Every night when you were young, your father told you bedtime stories of your mother. How amazing, kind, and courageous she was. As you grew up, your father took on both the father and mother role teaching you everything from basic defensive skills to sex education. You naturally smiled as your mind replayed those memories.

You felt a warm, salty liquid trickle down your face. Once it started, there was no stopping as the tears poured down your porcelain skin. Knowing that your eyes are going to be puffed up on marriage day, you turned your head up to the ceiling hoping to stop the tears. The word homesickness was not enough to describe the feeling you were feeling. How can you say goodbye to the most precious 21 years of your life?

Your father always assured you that the family you will be marrying into was one of great status and nobility. The Callisto Kingdom’s only male heir, King Sebastian Stan was well known in between the three kingdoms as a fierce leader. He had more victory in wars and battles under his belt at the age of 28 than anyone in the history of the three kingdoms. Like most arranged marriages, you only saw photos and paintings of him and never met him in person.

From the gossip around the castle, you were able to catch the rumors of King Stan. Most of the gossip almost always commented on his rough, but flawless exterior. Twenty eight years of fighting and training were ingrained into each muscle fiber. Some even gossiped about his calm and respectful manners in public which was a huge contraction to his fierce exterior. But out of all these rumors, there was one rumor that did keep you up at night.

When you were reading in the garden last week, the gardeners were gossiping about King Stan and his love interest. You quickly lost interest in your book and moved closer so you could hear them better between the bushes.

“I heard someone saw King Stan bring in a beautiful blonde female into Castle Callisto. He even witnessed them kissing in his bedroom suite.”

“Sh!” A high pitched voice cut through the lower one that just spoke. “Are you crazy?! The princess comes out to read in this garden. You don’t want to be caught gossiping, especially on matters as scandalous as this.”

“Oh,” the lower voice mumbled back softer. “Poor princess…”

Huh. Cheated on before your marriage. You swallowed your pride and silently walked away from the bushes. You would think that the virgin bride custom was something these kingdoms removed right away after centuries and centuries, but it was the most important custom that was honored. On the contrary, the ability for the king to have a harem of wives was perfectly normal. As long as he treated each woman with some half-assed respect, all was forgiven. This was why you respected your father’s undivided love for your mother. His love for her still burned bright like the sun.

You laid back down on your soft bed, sinking back into the silk covers. Your eyelids heavied down and all you saw was darkness. Tomorrow you were going to meet this quiet, mysterious, and cheating King.

✧✧✧

There was a solid knock on the door with the announcement from the familiar voice. “Princess Y/N, we are coming in to bathe you. The King has asked us to make sure you are prepared for the wedding.”

“Come in.” You responded. When you opened your eyes the sun was just starting to come up from the horizon, the room was still casted in a shade of melancholy blue. The large main doors creaked open and a group of at least 7 helpers came rushing into the room. The last two that came in very carefully were carrying a bundle of white fabric covered in crystals that scattered mini rainbows all around the room.

It was finally happening.

✧✧✧

Every helper stared at you in admiration as the last one made finishing touches to your hair. Tears welled up in their eyes as they smiled. You looked around the group taking in each of their familiar faces. The oldest helper, Lisa, who has been with you since birth stepped up to adjust the flower crown. Your chest felt like a ton of bricks crushing on your heart.

“Princess, you are breathtakingly beautiful. The King is a very lucky man. Your mother would have been so proud to see her kind and beautiful daughter blossom into a graceful woman.”

“Lisa,” you started to say back before your voice choked. At that moment, all the other helpers started to cry in sadness and happiness.

Through a flood of tears, you stood proudly and bowed to them. “Thank you so much for my time here at Castle Europa. I will never forget each of you. You were all like my mother to me.”

“It was our pleasure, Princess.” They replied in unison, returning your bow. The bittersweetness stung your heart.

✧✧✧

You stood behind the large ornate doors to the main hall. The elegant piano music played from the hall behind the door. Once these doors open, you will be walking down the aisle. You will meet eyes with your father for the last time and lock eyes with your husband for the first time.

Husband.

Your heart thumped louder in your chest anxiously. There was no more time for tears. You were representing Kingdom Europa today. It was the first step to everlasting peace.

With a loud sound, the tall doors opened wide. The all-white and crystal decorations of the main hall came into view. The brilliant summer sun showered the hall and the crystals scattered rainbows across the ceiling. The main hall of Castle Europa has never been so beautiful.

As the music continued, you stepped on to the velvet scarlet carpet that lined the aisle. The crowd was murmuring praises of your beauty and purity as you continued down the red line, keeping your eyes casted down until you reached a pair of dark brown leather boots.

You slowly raised your gaze up and met his face for the first time. He was much taller than you had imagined. You measured that you barely reached his shoulder height. Your eyes locked with his eyes. His eyes were a shade of blue, but not the kind of blue like the deep oceans of Europa. It looked as if it was mixed with some shade of green. You realized it resembled a shade of jade you received as a gift in the past.

It was too intimidating to stare at it for too long as you felt your face heat up. Your eyes quickly blinked away from his eyes and traced his porcelain skin. He had a well groomed stubble that covered the bottom half of his face. It made him look older, truly like a regal king of his kingdom. Despite the stubble, his strong jaw lines were still very noticeable.

His looks in person were nothing like the photos and paintings you’ve seen of him. The person standing before you was much more determined and had a charismatic aura surrounding him that he carried with him. He was undoubtedly one of the most attractive men you’ve encountered and you could confirm the validity of the rumors and gossip of his looks.

The ceremony proceeded without any issues except for some sobbing in the crowd. You glanced over at your father a few times who sat upright in his throne seat and smiled back when your eyes met.

"Sebastian Stan of Callisto, will you have this woman, Princess Y/N of Europa, to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, will you love her, comfort her, honor her and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, so long as you both shall live?"

“Yes.” He replied. His voice was like velvet. You wanted to hear more of it, that one word was not enough.

"Princess Y/N of Europa, will you have this man, King Sebastian Stan of Callisto, to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage, will you love him, comfort him, honor him and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, so long as you both shall live?"

“Yes.” You replied.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife in this union of Kingdom Europa and Callisto. You may now kiss the bride.”

Completely unaware that there was going to be kissing during the ceremony, you stared at King Stan with wide eyes in surprise. King Stan bent down without hesitation and his rough lips collided with yours. The kiss was hot and passionate as his tongue pressed into yours quickly exploring your mouth. You pressed your eyes closed to drown out the whispered in the crowd as he claimed you his for the first time. He pulled away after a moment leaving you breathless. As he pulled away, he murmured something into your ears only so you could hear. You froze as you processed his words.

“I will be looking forward to tonight, my queen.” His velvety voice whispered.

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Hey all! The other day I had a random writing inspiration and started drafting a few words that ended up developing into a 1.8K word mess. I definitely feel vulnerable sharing this since I never wrote stories in a new world, but I hope you guys enjoy. The first official chapter will be announcing Chris Evans as a character (guess what role he will be playing!). Please look forward to the series and send me any feedback you have! Thanks!

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Sisyphean Stories, Summarized (reformatted)

An idea for an Ikemen Vampire AU, based off of Cybird’s , where Comte’s door is much more problematic than previously thought, and after each suitor’s epilogue scene, MC suddenly finds themself back in the prologue, at the moment just before they enter the mansion.

This MC is gender neutral (please let me know if I make any mistakes :) and starts out the relatively kind, polite, well mannered MC we all know and love. I may or may not call MC ‘Mickey/Mic’ since it feels pretty gender neutral.

I really did look at the letters ‘M’ and ‘C’ together and read ‘Mick’. Sorrynotsorry

Note 1: Not sure if I’ll write out individual fics for every suitor, but I’ll try to give some sort of a time line to order them according to where they fall within MC’s perception of time.

Def. will write a denouement piece (I suggest as I haven’t written a single substantive story) where after going through goodness knows how many replays of the same general plot, MC is a little broken, a lot insane, and a heck-ton nihilistic. MC doesn’t turn evil, but does grow rather jaded and numb. Presumably, MC will have experienced all possible timelines/suitor routes.

Note 2: MC remembers previous encounters as well as any average human would, so not a photographic memory, more of a ‘I spark noted this route but I do indeed have a few episodic memories of the more moving events’.  

A you can expect, no matter what MC does during their ‘slice of timeslip’, everything is reset when MC is pulled (?yeeted?) back to that dreaded corridor. They could pull a Napoleon 2.0 world domination card in their route, but eventually they’ll open their eyes in the same corridor, their previous actions having absolutely no consequence significance purpose value effect in the grand scheme of things

it’s pretty clear how MC comes to believe that literally nothing matters

…because in this story, nothing matters

~that being said, my dear reader, YOU matter. On a painfully real note, it can be pretty easy to start drowning in feelings of despair and emptiness, and sometimes you don’t even realize that depression has begun to sneak in until it’s already begun to color your vision, whispering the cruelest things in order to break you.

~but at the end of the day, no matter what happens, you do matter. The way you interact with others, how you make them smile, how you care about the well being of others, well, no one else is quite like you.

~on the days when you feel replaceable, unlovable, stagnant, alone, when those emotions overwhelm you, never forget that there are so many people in the world who see how delightfully wonderful you are. You are so very loved, by your friends, your family, random strangers on the internet.

~Your value is inherent in your person-hood, and even people who have never met you wish you happiness and solace.

~everybody is important, not due to their relation to others, or their life story, but due to the sheer magnificence that is their own existence. Living in a world that is demanding and restricting is a feat, and it’s okay to feel burdened.

~please remember that you deserve to be happy.

The only constant in all of these (besides the fact that they’re literally reliving the same sliver of time without end) is that MC is a huge reader.

Which is great, because MC probably would have lost their mind a lot sooner had it not been for the limitless library at their disposal. MC’s escape from their never-ending rerun is the worlds contained within the pages of their Comte’s precious books.

MC may as well claim them, bc Comte probably couldn’t even tell you the content of half of the books in his library. He just likes the aesthetic

side note: Knowing that he’d be housing certified geniuses, he expanded his already impressive library in order to accommodate their varied interests

something something Tyrion Lannister quote ‘a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone’

don’t get me wrong, Comte def. is well read, he just has matters to attend to, unlike Leo, who has no tangible responsibilities and is free to read to his heart’s content

It comes to a point where, after so many ‘resets’ MC could rival the entire mansion combined in terms of literary prowess~

Disclaimer 1: I don’t own these characters, they’re all Cybird’s. 

Disclaimer 2: Have only completed Leonardo, Isaac, and Arthur’s routes, so I’m a bit weak in terms of accurately portraying the vamps. Please be merciful, but critical.

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- s a v i o r   -

. Nicholas Scratch x Reader .

Prologue  |  Part One |

{PART TWO}

Nick told himself that he would try and forget everything about his experience in Hell, his experience with...him. But that meant forgetting about her.

He honestly didn’t know what his state of mind would be like if he hadn’t have met her. And honestly, he couldn’t help but compare.

Though it wasn’t exactly her fault, Sabrina could never understand what her father put him through because of her. Coupled with her lack of even trying, her wish for him to just sweep the experience under the rug and go back to how things were left him feeling more than a little resentful.

That doesn’t mean that his now ex-girlfriend didn’t try to help him in whatever way she could, but once she revealed her new royal status, Nick’s remaining feelings of responsibility towards the blonde Morningstar withered away along with the last ties of their relationship.

Now stuck dealing with his many issues alone, the tortured boy clung to the only achingly fleeting memories that kept him grounded in rationality instead of spiraling into illusions of the dreadful abyss looming in his haunted mind. And as he replayed the images of the illuminating figure who reminded him that he was still human and that his heart was still beating, to his displeasure he’d found that he wished he had more.

She visited him exactly 12 times.

While (y/n) did explain to him that her powers were limited while in Hell and it took a lot out of her to be there, he couldn’t stop himself from pining for her when she was absent. At first, images of Sabrina were what kept him going, and he constantly reminded himself that the girl was probably doing all she could to save him. Satan be damned, he loved her, otherwise he’d have never sacrificed himself for her in the first place.

He’d gone to Hell for Sabrina Spellman and at the time, he had no regrets.

But, as time seemed to stretch on without end, he started to break.

Nick thought himself a pretty gifted warlock, and had long since placed protection charms over his mind in case anything or anyone with malicious intentions ever tried him. 

He doesn’t know what he was thinking at the time he convinced Sabrina, the coven, and himself that it was a good idea to use his own body as the flesh achrenon, but he does admit hubris and naïveté must have played a part. And in the moment of that final ‘I love you’ to his girlfriend, he accepted his fate and was determined to face it no matter what happened to him.

Unfortunately for him, you can’t guard against the Devil.

Lucifer made quick work of him, if he was being honest, and Nick soon found himself in a never-ending cycle of pain and torture that he couldn’t ever have even nearly dreamed up beforehand. Suddenly, his life’s outlook was being eternally violated by the Dark Lord without reprieve. And from what it was looking out to be, it was only a matter of time before he completely broke and the Dark Lord once again took up his mantle of dominating Hell and eventually Earth.

All that would be left of Nick and his sacrifice would be an empty shell of a person who no longer knows how to exist as one.

After a while, it became hard for Nick to separate the daughter from the father in his intense resentment, and he’d gotten to the point where his mind was becoming absolutely blank as it gave in to the invading presence of the sheer evil and chaos he’d been fighting against for so long...

And then an angel descended, and he’d nearly cried out in tears and praise for the false God.

The warmth and comfort his angel brought him blessed him with a near orgasmic experience, abruptly tugging him from the brink of despair. For a moment, he questioned if she, if he - was even real, and if Lucifer was really trying that hard to live up to his name as the harbinger of lost hope and doom. But when those blessed hands caressed his face, and those saintly eyes met his own, all he could feel was intense relief, and shame.

Shame over who he was, where he'd gotten himself, and how he’d gotten there.

Surely someone who dedicated their life and soul to the Devil himself didn’t deserve the presence and grace of a literal angel in the darkest moment of his life?

So he cried. He cried at her grace, and at her mercy. Even after she coaxed him down from his delirium and explained who she was, he wept at the sheer exuberance he felt that she had even appeared - let alone helped him - when he was forgetting what it felt like to feel anything but pain and suffering. She was his angel, godly or not, and he thanked his lucky stars that it was his Fate to be able to meet her in that moment.

Soon, between her visits, it was her face, not Sabrina’s, that he’d found kept him going. (Y/n) became his symbol of hope, his new god, his only savior. Disillusioned with giving his life to people who only harmed him (such as the Morningstar duo), (y/n) became his new religion as he found himself praying to the stars and the Fates for her speedy return. And every time he was graced with her presence, he understood that whatever was written in the stars for him couldn’t be so bad if he was able to meet her in between the lines.

And when he’d found himself suddenly out of Hell and in Sabrina’s arms, he was fully ready to keep his newfound faith close to his heart and out of sight of others. Everything that had happened to him was incredibly personal, whether it be his time with you or with the Dark Lord. But when Sabrina revealed her title as Queen of Hell to him and effectively admitted that everything he went through - his sacrifice, his pain - was all for nothing, Nick felt as if time had stopped and his heart caved in.

He tried to be okay with Sabrina. He tried his hardest to cope as best as he knew how, which admittedly did more harm than good. But without your presence to pull him from the brink, he found himself spiraling down the dark depths of his memories with no end and without support. Eventually, the pent up resentment and mind games the Dark Lord still insisted on playing with him after his escape got to him, and he lashed out. The coven, Sabrina; no one actually understood him or the anguish he was going through. The increased sense of isolation brought up his darkest thoughts and feelings, and soon he’d found himself cut off not only from Sabrina but the rest of the coven as well. As the witches found themselves caught off guard by the arrival of the pagans, Nick instead found himself often staring up at the sky, alone, searching for his hope. 

While the witches were more concerned about the moon, Nick was waiting for the stars. 

And, as the familiar warmth bloomed across his chest, he found himself smiling until it felt like his face would split open. As he watched the glowing figure approach him from the other side of the field, he knew, finally, the person he placed his faith in didn’t let him down.

Author's Note: I know I promised a double update, the next chapter will be released in a few hours! I need to edit and format it... and eat dinner lmao :)