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Dea Romana

(Minatozaki Sana X Male Reader)

(Author's note:

Hi everyone! Thank you for patiently waiting for me! I'm done with writing my exams now, so I will be able to write more again until Juli. Since I like history a lot, the beginning got a bit longer than originally planned, but I hope you will be able to enjoy it nonetheless. I tried to make everything as historically accurate as possible, but please don't expect everything to be true.

Stay healthy! I will do my best to upload the next piece as soon as possible!)

Every muscle feels like it's burning. Your legs and arms feel heavy. Your feet barely lift off the uneven ground with every step you take.

Dried blood stains your face. Your armour doesn't look much better. The shield you are holding, has a big dent in it. The javelin in your right hand feels like it's made out of steel. The chainmail on your chest weighs heavier than usual.

"Marius!"

Your second in command shouts at you from the back.

"The women need a break!"

You sigh in annoyance. It's bad enough that you almost got your whole century killed. Now you have to delay your reunion with the rest of the legion because of those Gaul captives.

"We will take a short break."

You announce to your eighty legionaries and the twenty rebels you captured.

Spotting a small stream near by, you walk closer, while most of the soldiers sit on the ground, some are standing guard.

Taking off your helmet, you start to wash your face. The dried blood sticks to your skin. After some effort, you are just a little bit cleaner.

Another sigh leaves your lips as you kneel in place. In front of the small stream, your century in the back, looking into the deep forest.

You have lived a hard life. You were not born a Roman. Not born a free man. But you took your life into your own hands, instead of hoping for the mercy of the gods. Because gods don't have mercy. Only you can change your own destiny.

"Let's keep marching. We are almost there."

You go back to the front of the century, your men following your orders. Most of the Gaul rebels you captured are women and children. Their husbands and fathers killed by your swords and javelins.

Orders are orders. To kill or to be killed. These are the only two principles you live by. At least most of the time.

"Have you heard yet?"

Quintus asks from behind you, catching your attention. You silently wave for him to walk next to you. It's not necessarily the gossip you're interested in, but you did learn that it's important to know what is going on inside your century and the legion itself.

"Aelius fucked up some of his soldiers."

You raise your eyebrow while you keep walking. Nothing new there. Aelius is a spoiled son of a whore. He only became centurion in the tenth, because of his family's status. And he is usually unnecessarily brutal with his century.

"Reason?"

"They ate some of the extra rations we all got a week ago. Aelius said that they are meant for centurions only. Not for legionaries."

You have to stop yourself from spitting onto the muddy path you are walking on.

Aelius paints the perfect picture of the Roman nobility. Rich assholes. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Did he kill someone again?"

Quintus shakes his head.

"But I heard that the premus pilus had a talk with him."

You let out a dry chuckle.

"All the centurions of the first cohort are the same. Do you really think he got in trouble?"

"No. But I thought you would be interested. It's not like you have very good connections with-"

"Shut it, fool."

It's not really a secret in the tenth legion that you and Aelius are bitter rivals. The two of you are the completely opposite of one another. A rich brat, who is the centurion of the third century in the first cohort. And you. The former slave, who climbed the ranks to be the centurion of the first century in the second cohort.

There aren't many ranks that separate the two of you. But making the jump into the first cohort as a former slave is nearly impossible.

Your century walks in almost complete silence for the next couple of hours. Despite being one of the most feared soldiers in the legion, you can't help but be cautious. In case there are more rebels lurking in the shadows of the large trees.

"Marius!"

The scout you send out to check the path ahead is jogging in your direction.

"We take another short break."

A light murmur of gratitude echoes through the ranks.

You wait for the young man, barely older than a boy, to reach the spot where you are standing.

"Someone seems to be traveling towards the camp. Our paths are going to cross, once we reach the small clearing ahead."

"Do you know who it is?"

"It looked like a person from the nobility. There was a carriage. And a couple of men with spears. Probably guards."

"We can't be too cautious. Titus!"

You shout for your second in command to walk to the front.

"Take your contubernia and make fast pace. I want to make sure that everything is going according to regulations."

"Yes, Marius."

The rest of the century starts marching at normal pace again, while the eight men rush ahead. The scout leading them towards the small crossroads.

"You know what's going on?"

You shake your head at Quintus' question.

"Might be a politician from Rome. Or a nobleman's wife."

"You know that that's against the law."

Of course everyone knows. It's illegal for a legionary to be married. And yet, some centurions always think that they are above the rest of the legion, when it comes to this kind of rules.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

An angry shout echoes around the forest, just as you and your men reach the small clearing.

The scout was right. A carriage, pulled by two grays, accompanied by a handful of men, armed with spears, and some servants.

An older woman is standing in front of the carriage's door, screaming at the poor Titus. Glancing over his shoulder, your optio rolls his eyes.

"Woman. Don't scream at a Roman legionary."

You make your presence known as you keep walking towards the middle of the clearing.

The servant, probably around forty to fifty years of age, looks at you with anger in her eyes.

"Do you even know, whom you are holding up?!"

"No."

You state bluntly, finally standing in front of her. Behind you, you can hear your men take their positions. Not to threaten the travelers, but to guard the area.

"Well, she is one of the most prestigious women in all of Rome."

"And what is a woman like her doing so far away from the city?"

"Visiting her husband."

You click your tongue. As far as you know, none of the centurions in the first cohort have wives. Which means, she must be the woman of a centurion, who ranks lower than you.

A smirk, which you can't suppress, plays around your lips. How are you able to enjoy a higher position than a noble in this republic?

You walk off without another word, leaving Titus in charge. There is no need to bother with this stuff. Some of the Gaul rebels fell a little behind earlier. You have to check on them. In case they are sick or badly injured.

"Her name?"

You hear Titus ask, before the woman let's out an exaggerated gasp.

"Sana Lucii."

You groan in annoyance. By Jupiter. Is this really his wife? Lucius Aelius? Just when you thought, you couldn't hate that man even more.

You despise men, who don't follow the law and rules of the republic and the legion. Of course, sometimes you can define them a little different for your own gains, but this is just breaking them.

Trying to stay calm, your fingers tap the pommel of your gladius. You don't hear a response from Titus. He must know which Lucius the old woman ment.

"Marius?"

He finally makes you turn around.

You walk back up towards the carriage, just as the door opens.

"By Bellona! What is taking so long!"

You have to say, you are amused by the woman's expression. You didn't expect her to call out for the goddess of war.

"Just doing our duty, lady."

Titus answers politely, although you know how hard it is for him to not lash out. He hates Aelius just as much as the next soldier. Especially, since he is your optio.

You are stunned, once the woman actually shows herself. Her beautiful face is slightly twisted with annoyance. Although, you would be sure that she could look like Venus herself, when she smiles.

She is wearing a turquoise stola, which also covers her brown hair. The thin material enables you to have a look at her white tunic underneath. Her skin looks flawless and pure. A golden necklace adorns her neck and collarbone. It's probably worth more than a whole year of your salary.

An image of a goddess.

"I hope we can speed up this process. I'm supposed to be by my husband's side."

Lucky bastard.

"Please. Speak respectfully with my legionaries."

Her gaze meets yours. You can feel your heart skipping a beat. Not one woman has looked as pretty as she does. Not one.

"Who are you to lecture me on speaking?"

"Salve."

Your fist meats the blood stained chainmail on your chest.

Maybe, if you behave respectfully, so does she. The army is for her protection after all.

"My name is Marius. And-"

"What's your first name, centurion?"

A cute smile suddenly plays around her lips. Maybe this will get her out of here faster.

"Gaius."

"I see, Gaius. I'm sure you have more important things to do than stop me from traveling further? My husband must be waiting for me."

If she didn't know better, Sana could swear that she caught a glint of hate in your eyes.

"This is protocol. We have to check on everyone, who approaches the camp."

"I'm a noble woman. Can't you make an exception for me?'

You don't fall for her sweet smile. You are on duty. Not even Venus herself could distract you. Well, maybe a little bit.

"Your choice. Here, or at the gate in front of even more legionaries. Like everyone else."

That last part makes her glare at you. You won this round.

Not waiting for a response, you gesture for your men to search the woman's belongings. Your Imperial legate has more than enough enemies in Rome to be cautious of. And you don't want him to end up dead inside his own camp. Even if she is allegedly Aelius' wife.

Quintus nods in your direction after going through her belongings, signaling that everything is alright.

"We will accompany you on your way to the camp. We are on our way back, anyway."

You turn around without looking at Sana again. A signal for your men to get into formation.

It feels like she stares at your back for a second longer, before you hear the door close behind you. You don't like the Roman nobility. At all. There is only one man you are willing to follow.

After two more hours of marching, your century and the noblewoman's entourage finally reach the camp's gate.

"The village, where the senior officers are staying, is right behind the camp. You can't miss it."

The older woman, who screamed at Titus earlier, still looks at you as if she is holding a grudge.

"I hope you enjoy your stay in these wonderful lands, lady."

You raise your voice a little, making sure that Sana can hear you. It drips with sarcasm and you can hear Quintus chuckle behind you.

"Vale."

With a dismissive wave of your hand, you walk past the old servant. Her shock at your rudeness visible on her face.

Already making your way past the guards, you can't hear Sana's scoff.

Who are you to talk to her like that? If she is gonna tell her husband about this, you are going to be in trouble for sure.

Sana will never be able to get used to this. She was able to decide that, immediately after she stepped out of her carriage. It took her only a couple of steps to enter the small house her husband is living in right now. But that was enough for her already.

Nothing here looks like Rome. Even the legionaries look out of place. And their shouts and the sounds of shields and stuff isn't what she hears when she is home. Sana is already missing the comfortable house with the atrium. She likes to bathe in the sun throughout the day, while sipping on a really good wine.

"You're late."

Lucius doesn't even look up from his small table as he hears his wife coming in.

"That's how you great me after a year?"

"You know how I value punctuality."

"Out of my hands. Some centurion insisted on searching my luggage. He was really rude."

Now Lucius is looking at her. Sana knows that he can't stand someone disrespecting him. And when she gets disrespected, it goes deeper. He is affected as well.

"Who?"

She can see his eyes becoming a little darker. He bites his lip, maybe trying to prevent himself from shouting.

"His name is Garius Marius. I think?"

"That son of a whore. How does a slave dare to stop you?"

Now, Sana feels shame run down her spine. If she knew that he was born a slave, she would've hit him for talking to her like that. No matter his rank, he is and will always be beneath her. Once a slave, always a slave.

"I swear to Jupiter. One day in battle, I will..."

Lucius takes a deep breath, before focusing back on his wife.

"We are eating dinner with the Imperial legate, the leader of these legions tomorrow, and the senior generals. I expect you to impress them."

"I'd be happy to, love."

Sana almost spits out that last word, but Lucius doesn't seem to notice. He sits back down, opening an envelope. She can see how his eyebrows are still furrowed. He won't let this incident pass without consequences.

Sana eventually leaves the house to explore the small town and it's market. Despite being married to Lucius, she can't stay around him for too long. She is only his wife, because of his money and connections. As soon as she can find someone better...

Sana feels a little dizzy as she steps out of the big house. Lucius told her to be on her best behavior. But that idiot was behaving the worst throughout the dinner.

She hated how calm and reserved the other centurion was, the man who stopped her. He was the lowest ranking soldier and yet, everyone listened to his advice and thoughts about future and past battles. And how is he on a first name basis with the imperial legate? And why is Lucius too incapable to enjoy the same treatment? How can he do worse than a slave?

Sana holds onto the wall, standing right next to the entrance. Suddenly, two men walk out the door. They don't see her because it's dark. She tries to find out who they are. The first one is a little taller, while the second has broader shoulders and looks more muscular.

"We can't do this forever, Gaius. We need a plan to wipe him out. I expect you to help me with that."

"Of course, Gaius."

Sana almost groans in annoyance. Of course it's that Gaius Marius. And the other one is the Imperial legate. Gaius Julius Caesar.

"Rome is an empire. We will defeat Vercingetorix sooner rather than later. His supporters will crumble soon."

"You did a good job today, centurion. You've proven once again, why you rightfully carry the name I gave you. Gaius Marius Antonius."

Sana assumes they are talking about some barbarian leader. But Caesar gave him that cognomen? She can't help but wonder what he must've done to be called "priceless".

"You know the political situation in Rome. The more time I waste conquering Gaul, the more powerful my enemies become."

"I swear to Mars. I will cut down anyone who tries to oppose you, Gaius."

She sees Caesar put a hand on the centurion's shoulder.

"It's only a matter of time, until you will be one of the Tribuni angusticlavii, leading the tenth legion into battle. And I will make sure, you will eventually become a rich senator."

Sana has heard enough. It's so disgusting to her. A slave becoming a senator. She is working so hard to become the most powerful woman in Rome. And with that in the whole empire. How can that lowlife become something better than she herself? Sana either needs to push Lucius further up the ranks, or she needs to find someone, who can match Marius' new found status.

Sana groans in relief, when she can finally leave the small village. It's not like someone forbid her to leave, but there just wasn't something to do in and outside the village. What was she gonna do in a forest? A very dangerous one at that?

But now, she heard of a big market place around two hours away. Sana is still looking to buy some oils and pottery. She could do that in Rome of course, but she is hoping to find them cheaper in their land of origin.

Looking out of her carriage, Sana leaves behind the village and the big camp right next to it. The constant noise made her head spin. Not that Rome isn't loud, but this is something else.

After about an hour, Sana hears a troop of men marching in front of her. She became familiar with that sound after a few days. She doesn't look outside, despite being curious. Why would a century be here? The battles would take place in the opposite direction. Right?

Sana hears how the carriage passes the back of the century. The heavy steps of the legionaries kick up some dust. Her old servant looks outside, curious herself.

"It's him again."

The older woman grimaces, before letting the curtain drop back into place.

"Who?"

"The man who stopped us a couple of days ago."

Sana's attention is now on the men outside. She remembers the conversation you had with Caesar.

"Really?"

She pretends to be cold, not wanting to get caught. After having seen you around a couple of times, the young noble woman is unsure on how to feel about you.

Yes, you are a former slave. A peasant. But you are also a great centurion. A trusted man to Julius Caesar.

Despite being not the highest ranking officer, Sana did notice how the other men look at you. She catches an occasional whisper of your brave actions in battle. She sees the men greet you with almost too much respect. Even the other centurions seem to want to be on your good side.

Maybe that's what Sana has to do too. In order to further climb up the ladder. It is risky. And it's still a long time in the future. But if Caesar can really make his ambitions reality, you will be one of the first people who benefit from it. And if Sana plays her cards well, she can benefit too.

For a moment, she wonders what a man like you would need. Something she could have to bargain with. Money? You probably earn quite a lot already. Especially compared to your earlier environment. Land? You will get that too, if you stay long enough in the army. A wife? You are a soldier. You are not allowed to be married.

As Sana is still pondering on what to do to convince you to help her gain more power, she gets closer towards the front of the century.

And it's not like she doesn't have influence. She could maybe even get you a promotion into the first cohort. Of course without her husband finding out.

Sana draws back the curtain a little with only one finger. Just a few meters ahead, she can see you walking.

Your helmet is decorated by a big crest of red horse hair. The back of the helmet and the rest of your armor shimmer in the light of the sun. She remembers your first encounter. Your armor was full with blood, indicating that you were more than able to fight a battle.

You turn around as you hear horses behind you. It wouldn't have been a surprise. One of the auxilia officers could be taking his men out to train.

Surprised at the sight of the carriage, you catch a glimpse of the passenger. Her eyes meet yours, a big golden ring decorates the finger that holds back the curtain. You could swear you see a small hint of a smile play around her lips.

"Salve."

You great her by hitting your armored chest with your fist. Not because you like her, but out of politeness.

"Salve, centurion."

Her passive aggressive mentioning of your rank indicates that she is still not over that incident a couple of days ago.

"Are you visiting the market?"

"I am. I suppose you are not here to buy pottery?"

A mocking smile replaces the earlier one.

"It may sound unbelievable, but I'm not."

A cute chuckle escapes her mouth.

"Well, I hope you enjoy this beautiful day."

Is she still mocking you, because you are on duty? You are not sure, but you can see her lazily wave goodbye as the carriage drives past you.

"Don't get too close to her. She is only gonna be trouble."

You look at Quintus.

"I'm merely being polite. I don't need trouble with angry nobles. At least not now."

"By Jupiter. One might think you've become a responsible, grown man now."

"Fuck off."

You raise your hand, but Quintus ducks away, avoiding a potential slap.

Only listening with one ear to the conversation next to you, you scan the market for the young noble woman. Despite her attitude and the fact that she is married, you can't help but glance at her occasionally. Plus, the market isn't as safe as it might seem. Cunning merchants, thiefs and rebels might roam the place, ready to strike at any moment. And being a beautiful Roman woman makes her one of the most desirable targets right now.

"Listen, Roman! I barely sell anything! How do you expect me to pay your unreasonable taxes?!"

"Shut it."

You turn back to the stall holder. Titus' and his conversation got heated.

"We are not hear to argue. We are here to collect taxes."

The man grits his teeth.

"I'm telling you! I don't have anything to give away!"

The other people around you look at the scene, before walking past. Only you and a couple of legionaries are here. The rest of your century is patrolling another village nearby and the rest of the market, making sure you are not getting ambushed.

"Don't scream at me, old man. Pay up."

"I don't have a fucking coin!"

You know he is lying. You saw someone buy his fabric from a far as you entered the marketplace. And, judging by the money bag he held earlier, it wasn't cheap at all.

"We can do this the easy way, or the heard way."

You take a step forward, towering above him.

"But the hard way won't end well for you."

"I already told you, I-"

You let your head fall back in annoyance. Collecting taxes is a necessity. Not something to be proud of. It's not as honorable as fighting in battle.

"Do you really want to go this far?"

You look down at him again, your hand now resting on the pommel of your gladius.

He caught the movement of your hand, worry creeping onto his features.

"What is it gonna be? Your life? Or coin?"

The old man is not stupid. And a couple of moments later, you walk away from his stall. The tinkle behind you indicates, that Titus is adding the silver denarii into the bag with the rest of the already collected money.

"Are you trying to rob me, old man? You are a con artist!"

Women screaming at a merchant are as common as clouds under the sky, so you don't pay much attention to it as you hear someone scream.

"How can you demand so much for this lousy work?"

You keep walking, although you kinda feel, like you heard this voice before. It sounds oddly familiar.

"By Bellona! I'm going to have you beaten for your rudeness!"

And there it is. With an annoyed groan, you immediately recognize, who is disturbing the rather peaceful market.

If she was a common local woman, you would've kept walking. The Galli could solve their own disputes.

But Sana is, as unfortunate as it is, not a local. She is a Roman woman. A member of the elite even.

You take a deep breath, before walking towards her screams. You can already guess whom she is screaming at.

"Keep going."

You tell Titus over your shoulder, as you approach her from behind. Her servant must have stayed with the carriage, because Sana is standing in front of the stall of the potter all alone.

Before the young woman can scream another word, you grab her arm.

"What-"

You spin her around and walk away, pulling her with you.

"What do you think you are doing?!"

"Silence."

You didn't say it in a loud voice, but your tone makes her go silent.

After a couple of meters, you stop, turning around to look at her.

"You're welcome."

"Excuse you?"

Her hands now rest on her hips. You can't help but catch how slender her waist seems to be.

"I just saved you from embarrassing yourself even further. You owe me."

You turn away, ready to reunite with Titus and your men.

"What the-"

It's now Sana's turn to grab your arm, stopping you from leaving.

"I don't owe you shit."

"Really?"

You turn to look at her again.

"Your temper is as bad as your observation skills. Minerva would strike you down for your utter incompetence."

You said the words, before you thought about them. You are aggravated. Because of the merchant earlier, because of her causing a scene, because of Lucius (as always) and because of her being his wife. Alright, maybe that last one was a little jealousy.

"How dare you? You are some rude-"

You stop her from saying another word by grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around.

"Look. Look and tell me what you see."

"What are you talking about?"

You see her frowning. An act that makes her beautiful face a little less flawless.

"Tell me what's going on."

You realize you are using the same tone as with the men during training. Harsh, straight forward, a little condescending. But not rude. Just factual.

"The merchant is still selling his stupidly expensive pottery."

You don't answer, waiting for more.

Sana, visibly annoyed, struggles against your grip for a moment, before giving in. You are a seasoned legionnaire. There is no way she is gonna get out of your hold on her.

"There are a couple of women and men who browse his items."

"Keep going."

"Someone is buying a bowl and an amphora."

"What is the woman on the right doing?"

"She is paying for her stuff. What-"

"Can you see how much she is paying?"

"Way too much for a stupid-"

"Do you see any of the locals complaining?"

Sana hesitantly shakes her head.

"Do you know the reason?"

"Because they are stupid. In Rome it's cheap-"

"We aren't in Rome, woman. This is Gaul."

You stand behind her, both of you silent for a couple of moments. You give her time to think about the possible reason. Although she is probably just complaining about you to the gods in silence.

"They all pay the price he demands, because he and his work are respected here."

"But they look-"

"Yeah. Some of his pieces aren't pretty."

You admit that.

"But he is an old man. His hands aren't as good as they used to be. He is obviously regarded with a decent amount of respect."

You gesture for Sana to look around the market.

"Most of the people here bargain over every single item. Food, cloth, tools and even pottery."

You turn her back towards the old man's stall.

"But not there. They respect him too much to try to get a better price. His work might not be the very best anymore, but his skill is known by everyone here."

Sana groans in annoyance and anger as she sees you coming out of the biggest tent of the camp. A week has gone by, since you treated her like a child at the market. Her blood still boils, whenever she sees you from a far.

She decided against telling her husband, not wanting to cause unnecessary friction. And if you have the favor of Caesar, it might be a bad idea to egg on her husband.

And Sana is still debating on your ability to help her seize more power. She is ready to do anything to get to the top. Even if it means working together with someone as low born as you.

Sana stops in her tracks as she sees her husband walk towards you.

"Aelius."

You don't greet him like any other lower ranking centurion would. The young woman can feel the tension between the two men, despite standing barely in earshot.

"Marius."

His face shows a disapproving twitch.

"It seems like we are catching up to Vercingetorix. I hope you don't make any mistakes in battle. I would hate to lose a lower ranking officer."

You click your tongue, taking a step forward.

With the two of you standing right in front of each other, Sana realizes that you are bigger than her husband. Not just in statue, but also in the way you carry yourself. With slightly less arrogance and more discipline.

"Don't worry about me, Aelius. As you know, I always make sure my men are taken care off."

Sana feels a shiver run down her spine. She heard more than enough stories about the battles of the tenth legion since she joined her husband. The amount of times that you were mentioned in one of them was noticeably high.

The young woman heard of a battle two summers ago. You weren't a centurion at the time. Merely a soldier of the second cohort. But in battle, your centurion chose to let his men die, while he stayed behind, watching his century getting slaughtered. After half of the eighty men were dead, you walked straight towards the cowardly centurion. A nobleman, which the storyteller didn't fail to mention with a hint of disgust. Your gladius seperated his head from his shoulders in one swift motion and you took command of the second century until the end of the battle. Caesar honored your bravery and agreed with your actions. Instead of getting executed, you got promoted.

"Are you implying I'm not leading my men well?"

Sana hears you chuckle.

"News travel fast among the younger men, Aelius."

"Maybe you should discipline your soldiers like I do. Your century is a disgrace to the tenth legion."

"Nugas garris. You are pathetic."

You walk off, leaving him behind.

Sana almost expects her husband to draw his gladius. How can you call him a disgrace? And idiot? He is higher ranking than you and he is a member of the elite.

But Aelius just watches you leave, before entering the tent you just came out of.

That short interaction reminds Sana of the power you actually hold. You might not be the highest officer, but almost the whole legion treats you as such. If it wasn't for your low birth, you might have been able to be the centurion of the first century of the first cohort.

Sana's decision is slowly forming in her mind. A plan to gain more power than she has right now. Siding with you might be risky. But the rewards could be great.

Sana glances at you from across the room as you stare at Caesar, who is currently talking. She is still not quite sure what she can offer you to make you join her side. But when the leader of the legion mentions the nobility in his speech, she sees your expression change for just a second. It is obvious that you hate all the wealthy and arrogant men and women. Maybe Sana can offer you something to get back at them. Or at least get back at Aelius.

"And that's why the tenth legion outshines any other. Your bravery and honor are praised throughout the whole empire. Rome is grateful for what you have done. And the gods smile down at the men, who give their lifes to the republic."

Caesar ends his speech. And with that, the long meal is finally over. It is night time already. Only the moon and the stars still shine.

You walk out of the large tent, ready to sleep. It has been a long day and there is no doubt that you will be fighting soon. Caesar's promise to promote you to such a high position still rings in your ears. You can't believe you've come this far.

"Gaius."

Her sweet voice makes you stop in front of your tent. She doesn't sound as angry as she usually does.

"Yes?"

You turn around, standing face to face with Sana.

"I'm here to ask you for something."

You look at her, waiting for an explanation.

"I heard that you are the bravest and most powerful man in this legion. At least unofficially."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Where is all of this honey suddenly coming from?"

Sana gives you a melodic chuckle. Only now do you realize how close she is standing. Her oils make you breath in the flowery air that surrounds her.

"I want to strike a deal with you."

"What would you want from such a low ranking officer like me?"

Your sarcasm makes it hard for Sana to not lash out. Just because she needs you, doesn't mean that she likes you.

"As far as I've heard, you won't be a low ranking officer for long."

"Is that so?"

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, it's actually quite simple. You have something I want. And I have something you want."

"I highly doubt that."

You watch Sana turn her head left and right, making sure that no one is around.

"There is a always something a man wants from a woman."

You are surprised at what she is suggesting.

"Judging by the look on your face, I can comfortably say that I'm right."

You shake your head, which seems harder than usual.

"Have you never thought about having your way with me? A noble woman?"

She takes another step closer. Now, Sana's sandals are touching yours.

"A married one at that? I bet you would love to destroy my husband. This could be your first step to success."

You narrow your eyes, still unsure of what to do. You've never been in this kind of situation. Is she making fun of you? Did Aelius put her up to this, setting a trap for you? Or is she genuine?

"What would you get in return?"

"Your power. Your influence. I can't live, knowing that another person might have more power than I do. I need to be at the top of the republic."

"And you think, I can get you there?"

Sana nods.

"With my support? Definitely."

She looks at you, waiting for a response.

You are still torn. She has a nice body, yes. But you're not fond of her attitude. She is a noble woman. And she is married. Getting caught would have serious consequences. For the both of you.

But the chance to use her? A noble woman? Fucking her, while her husband is only sleeping a couple of tents away? More than just tempting.

You look around the camp yourself. No one in sight.

"Get in."

A victorious smile forms on her lips. As she walks past you, she lets her finger glide over your armoured chest.

You follow her immediately after.

"Now that we have come to an agreement, I-"

You push Sana forward, bending her over the wooden table.

"What-"

You don't give her time to speak. If you're going to do this, you're going to do this quickly.

Hiking up her red stola, you reach underneath her tunic. The smoothness of her legs makes you hard as you reach between them.

"It seems like you are enjoying this more than I expected."

Your fingers graze her lower lips. She is not just a little wet.

"Hey, I didn't give you permission to-"

You shut Sana up by covering her mouth with your other hand.

"I don't need you permission. I'm going to ruin you anyway."

Her gasp is muffled by your hand as you push your first finger inside.

You haven't slept with a lot of women, the army being mainly responsible for that. Nonetheless, you do know how to pleasure a woman.

Sana's moan escapes between your fingers as your digits slide along her wet walls. Her pussy is already gripping them tightly.

If it weren't for your hand, her head would've sunk onto the table already. But you are holding her in place, which ultimately makes her arch her back.

She tries to say something, but your grip on her mouth makes it impossible for her to speak properly.

You are surprised at how wet Sana is.

"Was your desire for power just an excuse? Do you just want me to fuck you?"

She tries to shake her head. You don't let her.

"Do you get off, knowing that a lower born man is fucking you?"

Sana is unable to respond, when you let go off her face. Her whole upper body is now lying on top of the table. You drop your belt and hike her clothes up a little further.

"Don't get confused. I still don't like you."

Sana's growl doesn't sound very convincing with your fingers inside of her.

"Might be true. But you aren't married to Aelius because of his personality anyways."

Pulling your fingers out of her core makes Sana moan loudly. She blushes in shame. Doubt starting to rise inside of her. Is she really only doing this to team up with you?

"You only seem to care for power."

"So? Only a coward wouldn't want power."

You shut her up by letting your tip graze against her lips. Sana hisses through her teeth, unwilling to moan again.

"I'm just curious about how far you would be willing to go. How dedicated you are to this cause."

"Don't worry. I'm ready to do anything."

"Anything?"

You raise an eyebrow, which Sana can't see.

"Anything."

"That's reassuring."

Your nonchalant tone makes Sana shiver.

Finally, you push inside of her.

"Fuck, woman."

You can't help but marvel at how tight she actually is.

"Fuck me already."

It's a mixture of plea and demand.

With one hand you grab her hair, pushing her cheek against the wooden surface. Your other hand holds her waist.

Another moan escapes Sana's lips as you thrust forward. Before she can react, you pull back and push inside of her again.

After just a couple of seconds, you start to fuck her hard. The table rocks back and forth with every thrust. Her moans escape her lips, whenever you bottom out inside of her.

"Harder!"

Sana holds onto the edge of the table, her knuckles slowly starting to turn white.

Because you keep pushing her upwards with your thrusts, the young woman's feet eventually dangle in the air.

You are now able to fuck her even deeper. Her moans become louder when she feels your cock invading her pussy even further.

At this point, Sana is merely a hole for you to fuck. She doesn't move. Only your thrusts rock her body back and forth. The thin material of her clothes makes Sana's nipples rub against the wooden surface. They've become hard due to her arousal and are now adding to the pleasure she is already feeling.

"So good!"

She moans yet again. You suddenly realize, that this isn't really a save place to be this loud.

"Shut up."

You growl into her ear, trying to quiet her.

But Sana can't help it. She has already lost control over her body. Your cock is parting her walls again and again, making her clench around it tightly.

She is even unable to produce a disappointed whine, when you stop fucking her. You leaver her snug pussy, before getting her off your table.

Turning her around, you push Sana against the wooden post, which is holding up the roof of your tent. Reaching for your belt, you hold her arms up, before tying them together.

Sana is now unable to leave. You pick up her light frame, making her impale herself on your cock.

"By Bellona! Fuck!"

"I told you to stay quiet."

Your faces are barely an inch apart.

Because you push her body against the post, you are able to lift her up with only your left hand. Your right one moves upwards to wrap its fingers around her throat.

"One more word..."

You let the threat of unknown punishment linger in the air for a moment.

But you can't hold yourself back for long. Sana's pussy drips her juices onto your cock, coaxing you into resuming your pounding.

A whimper escapes her mouth, when you start to fuck her again. You can tell she is at least trying to stay quiet this time. While you make her bounce on your cock, you thrust upwards. It makes her eyes roll back, whenever she feels your cock pushing against her guts.

"Venus!"

A louder sigh escapes her mouth yet again. You close your fingers around her throat a little further.

"Behave."

The conflict in Sana's eyes amuses you.

She should be the one in charge. She is the noble one of the two of you after all. But here she is, bound to your post, your hand around her throat as you fuck her as hard as you can.

Sana tries to fight the belt, wanting to tell you that you have to choke her harder. She can't keep quiet when you fuck her like this.

Another moan escapes her lips and you tighten your grip yet again.

"I warned you."

You hiss into her face.

Sana's wide eyes look beautiful. The way she stares at you, begging you to fuck her harder, while she tries her best not to make any noise.

But she fails miserably. A loud sigh echoes through the tent.

Without a word, you reach upwards. The sound of metal on metal cuts through the night as you pull your pugio out of its sheath. You let Sana get a good look at it. Then, you slowly part her lips with its blade.

"If you don't want to hurt your pretty face..."

You don't continue your sentence once more. But Sana is well aware of the risks.

With your dagger in her mouth, Sana has to pull back her lips, while simultaneously biting onto the blade, to make sure it doesn't fall or hurt her.

You see her closing her eyes as you keep fucking her. She is now really quiet, focused on keeping your pugio in place.

"Finally. Your voice so annoying."

Sana blushes in shame, able to see your honesty in your eyes.

"At least you have a nice body. I could fuck you every day."

The young woman almost lets out another moan. She really has to hold herself back. This was the first time someone reduced her to nothing but a wet hole to fuck. She didn't expect it to feel this good.

You suddenly hear footsteps outside. You stop moving, almost making Sana whine in disappointment, but then she hears it too. The two of you hold your breath. Neither of you wanting to get caught.

As the footsteps disappear into the night, you resume your fucking.

You make Sana bounce up and down on your cock. She glides along its full length. Whenever you impale her on it, Sana's eyes shoot wide open. She would scream if it wasn't for the dagger between her teeth.

"I'm gonna cum."

You hiss into her face, unable to hold back longer. Her tight pussy has been working on draining your cock this whole time. It feels perfect, almost too good to pull out. But cuming inside is obviously not an option.

You put Sana back onto her own two feet, taking the knife out of her mouth. Undoing your belt, you free her arms. Sana drops to her knees, opening her mouth. You catch a couple drops of blood on the corners of her mouth, before she wraps her lips around your cock.

Your pugio falls out of your hand and you take a fistful of her beautiful hair. Her eyes look up at you, telling you to finish inside her mouth. Her tongue glides over every inch of your cock it can find, while her lips are tightly sealed around it.

"Sana."

You manage to groan her name, before you unload inside her mouth. You feel dizzy, having to close your eyes for a moment.

When you open them again, you see Sana gulping down your cum.

"How often do we need to do this, so that we have a deal?"

"I think you know the answer."

It's so dark that Sana's face is barely lit by the torch outside. You could swear a small smile plays around her lips though.

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scriptumsempra · 15 days ago

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In Another World

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC Word Count: ~2.2k, soft, slow and life is absolutely not fair. Summary: She wasn’t meant to matter. Not to him. And yet— Between the spells unsaid, the looks half-held, and the endless ache of almosts—she does. Tags: No Y/N, Slytherin MC, Mild Language, ANGST (yes, in all caps), Implied Trauma, Tension, Intense Emotions, Melancholy, All Hurt and No Comfort. A/N: Although “Sighs” was the first fic I posted here, “In Another World” was the one that clawed its way out of the drafts first. I feel so much (perhaps a little too much) for this story, and I kept polishing it like a cursed heirloom until it finally felt worth sharing. That’s also why I chose to post it on my birthday — because nothing says celebration like unresolved yearning, sad boy trauma, and a love that could’ve been.

I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing (and crying over) it.

Sebastian Sallow sometimes wondered if the universe had made a mistake.

Not a small misstep or the kind of error one might forgive — like spilling ink on an essay or missing a step on the way up the Grand Staircase. No. A monumental misalignment, as if the stars themselves had meant to place her in a world untouched by darkness but dropped her here, in the thick of war-torn corridors and ancient curses instead.

Because in another world, he was certain — painfully certain — they would’ve simply been teenagers.

The thought crept in uninvited, like smoke curling under a locked door — slow, silent, suffocating.

Sebastian sat alone in a worn leather armchair at the far end of the Slytherin common room, a half-read textbook open in his lap. The fire cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, bathing the space in golden hues. Most of the students had gone to bed. Only a few lingered— two first-years pressed to the glass, no doubt convinced they'd glimpse a mermaid if they just squinted hard enough, a third-year slumped over a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, cheek pressed to the curling spine; Ominis, quietly nursing a cup of tea nearby; and her.

She was perched on the edge of the couch opposite the fire, legs folded beneath her, speaking softly to Ominis about something Sebastian had long since stopped listening to. He should’ve been revising. They had an exam in Ancient Runes in the morning, and he hadn’t yet memorised the bloody rune sets (let alone what they meant). But his eyes kept drifting back to her.

The way her eyes glinted when she spoke. The faint crease in her brow when she considered something. And her dimples.

Those bloody dimples.

They only showed when she smiled in that half-laugh sort of way, more breath than sound. Subtle. Like a secret only a few got to see.

He wondered if he would’ve ever seen it more — had things been different.

The first time he saw her, truly saw her, was on their first day of fifth year.

She was new, of course. A fifth-year transfer with no prior schooling. Whispers followed her like shadows as she stepped into the Slytherin common room for the first time, quiet and observant, shoulders squared as if she was ready to fight the entire room.

A curiosity, even for a school filled with magical oddities.

Most students watched her with caution or disdain. Some looked at her like a threat. Others like a puzzle to be solved. But Sebastian… Sebastian saw something else.

He saw himself.

Not in the way people usually meant. Not the bravado or the pride. Not the cleverness or quick tongue. But in that particular kind of solitude—the kind one didn’t choose but had grown to carry like armour. He saw the way she stood still in the chaos, how her eyes swept across every corner of the room before she moved, how she kept her expression carefully unreadable.

Sebastian didn’t believe in soulmates. Too many books, too much loss, too many lies about destiny had made him a sceptic. But that first look made something shift — a snap in the back of his mind, a subtle, bone-deep recognition.

She was like him.

A kindred spirit.

He didn’t say anything else that first night. But the feeling stayed with him, like the buzz of magic lingering after a well-cast spell.

Their next interaction was when Professor Weasley sent him to accompany her to Hogsmeade for supplies.

“Mr. Sallow, would you mind escorting our new fifth-year to Hogsmeade?”

A ridiculous errand. She was clearly capable of handling it herself, even then. But Sebastian hadn’t protested. Of course he wouldn’t mind. He’d leapt at the chance.

“Ah — My new charge.” He’d greeted her.

And for a while — those brief, lovely minutes walking beside her down the cobblestone road — he let himself believe it was a date. She’d listened as he explained the quirks of the town, asked questions he enjoyed answering. He made her laugh once — a soft, subtle sound. He hadn’t even meant the joke. Just a comment about some random bloke that made her lips twitch — dimples appearing like an afterthought.

He’d planned to ask her on a date to Madam Puddifoot’s. Not for tea—Merlin, that place was insufferable—but to Honeydukes. He imagined it perfectly. She’d pretend to be interested in the sugar quills, but he’d catch the way her eyes lingered on the chocolate truffles. He’d buy her a bag before she could protest. But then came the troll attack.

The ground shook. People screamed. He saw her sprint towards danger, wand already drawn. And she didn’t hesitate.

From that moment on, their lives were no longer their own.

Instead of dates, there were duels and curses and dark magic buried beneath library floors. Late nights spent deciphering relics instead of reading poetry. Their adventures into the Restricted Section were no longer acts of mischief — they were desperate, clawing searches for answers. Not for power. Not for glory. Not even curiosity.

But for Anne.

Sebastian tried not to resent it. He loved his sister. Would’ve traded his soul for hers, if someone asked. But even love could taste like ash when it cost everything else.

Sometimes, he’d caught himself watching her instead of the path ahead. The way the candlelight danced against her face, the determined set of her jaw, the quiet understanding in her gaze. She never demanded anything. Never pressed him for more than he could give.

She just… stayed.

And now here they were, months later. A thousand battles behind them, and still no rest. No relief. Anne, still unraveling. The curse still unpredictable. The world still teetering between chaos and calm.

But she remained.

Talking to Ominis by the fire, laughter soft in her throat. Her presence grounding, even when his world tilted.

Sebastian leaned back in the chair and let the textbook fall closed in his lap.

In another world, he thought, we’d be normal.

He tried to imagine it.

No relics. No secrets. No blood on their hands.

Just them.

“Staring again?” Ominis murmured beside him, voice dry.

Sebastian didn’t flinch. “She has dimples when she laughs.”

“I’m sure she’d be delighted to know you’ve made a study of her face.”

Sebastian ignored him, though the corner of his mouth twitched. His gaze still not leaving her.

“She’s tired,” he murmured. “Hiding it well, but I can tell.”

Ominis let out a quiet breath. “You always can.”

He didn’t answer.

Sometimes Sebastian dreamt of different timelines. Not the ones Divination spouted—stars and tea leaves and vague premonitions—but ones he made up himself.

In one of them, he met her on the train. She’d be reading a book and ignore him the entire journey until he said something clever enough to earn a smirk.

In another, they were both ordinary fifth-years, and he’d spend weeks plucking up the nerve to ask her to the Yule Ball. He’d wear his father’s gloves and probably step on her toes.

And in the one he favoured most, there was no curse to break. No dark magic clawing at the edge of his soul. No illness running through his sister’s veins like poison.

Just them—just two seventeen-year-olds navigating school, mischief, and feelings too big for their age. -- In another world, he would court her properly. Write her letters, even though they lived in the same dormitory halls. Steal time between lessons. Offer to carry her books like a fool.

He would hold her hand in winter. Gloved or not.

Placed his hand on her cheek.

Kissed her in the cold. —And she would’ve let him.

She would’ve leaned in, smirking like she knew exactly what she was doing. And he would’ve fallen.

Not with fear or consequence, but with joy. With the sheer thrill of being young and in love, and nothing else mattering.

Would she be different, in that world?

Softer, perhaps. Less tired around the eyes.

He imagined her with flowers in her hair instead of wounds and scars on her skin. He imagined laughter echoing through the halls as they raced up staircases, not screams in catacombs.

She was so close. And yet entirely out of reach.

Not because she’d rejected him. She hadn’t. Not because he’d never told her—though that was true, too—but because their lives had never allowed space for it.

How could he ask for her heart when he was constantly clawing through darkness, chasing miracles and losing pieces of himself along the way?

How could he let himself fall for someone when the world they lived in demanded sacrifice, and not solace? His heart twisted with something he dared not name. Not when silence still let him pretend. But it bloomed all the same.

He loved her. And he let it eat him alive, bit by bit.

Still…

“You’re awfully quiet tonight.”

Her voice. He slightly startled as she stood beside him. Her arms crossed gently, expression curious. The others had gone. The fire still glowed between them, casting gold on her cheek.

Sebastian sat straighter. “Didn’t want to interrupt. You looked… content.”

“Not something you see often?” she asked lightly.

“Not nearly enough.”

She didn’t answer at first. Then, slowly, she lowered herself into the seat across from him, mirroring his pose. “Something on your mind?”

Yes. Everything. Always. You. ... “Sebastian?”

Her voice pulled him back.

“You’re doing it again.” She was staring at him now, eyebrows drawn together.

“Right,” he said, blinking. “Thinking too loudly, was I?”

“What were you thinking about?” she asked.

He paused.

“Ancient magic. Runes. Same as always.”

Lies

She gave him a look. “Try again.”

Sebastian leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. He couldn’t meet her gaze. She tilted her head. “Are you alright?”

He hesitated. Then nodded. “Just… tired.”

She reached out, brushing his hand once before withdrawing. “Don’t carry everything at once. You’ll fall.”

“I’ve already fallen,” he said before he could stop himself.

The air shifted.

He saw her realise what he meant. Her eyes widened just slightly, then softened. She didn’t reply right away.

“I was thinking,” he said slowly, “about how different things might’ve been. If we’d met in another world.”

A silence settled between them—not cold, but heavy.

In another world,

His lips started to part, voice softer than before, “We’d be sitting here talking about something ridiculous. You’d be complaining about the essays, and I’d pretend to be modest about my grades.”

She raised a brow, her mouth curving into half a smile “You are the least modest person I’ve ever met.”

“See? That’s the sort of thing we’d bicker about. Light-hearted. Daft.”

She tilted her head. “And in this world?”

He met her gaze.

Steady.

“In this world, I’m thinking about how much I wish I could give you that version. No ancient magic. No cursed sister. Just you. Me.”

He turned to her then. Looked at her properly.

And, for once, allowed himself to say it.

“I would have asked you out that day in Hogsmeade, you know.”

She looked at him, blinking slowly. “Before the troll?”

“Right after Ollivanders and just before the quill shop.”

She smiled, but it was sad around the edges.

Another pause.

“I would’ve said yes,” she murmured.

The words landed like a stone in his chest. Heavy. Permanent.

“Would you?”

“Of course I would.” She nudged his shoulder. “You were the only one who didn’t treat me like some oddity.”

“You were an oddity.”

“I still am.”

He laughed, surprised at how easily it came.

She leaned her head against the back of the chair, gazing at the fire. “We never had a chance, did we?”

Outside, the lake rippled against the glass. The hour was late. He knew the others would be asleep. “I think we did,” he said, after a moment.

He reached for her hand.

She let him.

“…We just spent it chasing monsters.”

They sat in silence for a while, the fire crackling between them.

Eventually, she stood.

“I should go,” she said. “It’s late.”

Sebastian nodded, though something in him ached at the thought of her leaving.

“In another world,” he whispered, “I wouldn’t have to earn this.”

She shook her head. “In another world, you’d still be just as maddening.”

“But charming.”

“Occasionally.”

She smiled.

He grinned.

She took a step, then paused. She turned her back to him. “You know,” she said softly, “we’re not in another world. But we’re still here.”

He looked up at her, brow furrowed.

“And that has to count for something.”

Then she smiled—dimples and all—and walked away.

And for a moment—just a heartbeat—Sebastian let himself believe.

That this room wasn’t filled with ghosts and guilt. That his every breath wasn’t weighted by Anne’s pain or her cursed legacy. That maybe, just maybe, this was enough.

A shared fire. A quiet laugh. Her hand in his.

Later, in the dark of his dormitory, he lay awake staring at the canopy above, their conversation echoing like a lullaby.

He thought again of the other worlds.

The ones where love wasn’t weighed against sacrifice.

Where he didn’t bleed guilt and she didn’t bleed gold.

But when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t any of those imagined timelines he clung to.

It was this one.

Because in this world, flawed as it was, she was still here. Still laughing. Still choosing to sit beside him.

And he could live with the what-ifs.

He could.

He had to.

—In this world. Not another.

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littleemissperfecttt · 8 days ago

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Changing Destiny

About the story: A sudden tragedy in your life leads you to getting reincarnated in your favorite book of all time "Fourth wing". Now you are determined to save lives and change the destiny of your favorite character's. The question is will you succeed in changing their destiny?

Warnings: ANGST, mention of blood, abuse

A/n: Heyy my readers! I hope you are enjoying my story and I know I haven't been able to upload like before but please do understand that my internship is about to begin because of which I have gotten busy I wanted to let you all know that I will be posting every week on Saturdays also if you guys have any suggestions for the series please to comment or send me an inbox or dm me I would love to hear your ideas!

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Chapter 3

My days at Basgiath have been somewhat quite no one has dared to attack me, maybe its because of the display of my strength during combat training. I am the undefeated champion till now. My last match was with Liam and the match was difficult as he was trained by Xaden himself. I haven’t had the chance to see Xaden or Garrick for that matter. I bumped into Bhodi and Imogen quite a few times now but they seem to avoid my presence. Maybe because I am Aetos or maybe because Imogen was embarrassed from our last encounter. I don’t know why Bhodi’s avoiding me, he is supposed to be the gentler version of Xaden

“Are you even listening to what I am saying?” Dain groaned annoyed making me snap back to reality

“Oh yes I am” I smiled sweetly making him more annoyed “Come on brother I always listen to you”

He sighed and rubbed his face “Okay.. father is going to be here to see how you- I mean we are doing. I want you to be careful okay?”

‘He’s coming here?’ I thought as my face froze ‘No.. this shouldn’t happen’ I started panicking remembering all my memories from the Aetos mansion and how he treated me, how each of my mistakes were treated

“Hey” Dain shook my shoulder “I won’t let anything happen to you I promise” he said

I side hugged him “I am scared” I whisper closing my eyes as tears formed in my eyes

“I know but I will be here always sis” he rubbed my back “you won’t get hurt again”

I took a deep breath and wiped my tears “I know you should take care too brother” I whispered as I rubbed my arm

“I will” he ruffled my hair and smiled at me “I have to go now don’t make trouble okay?” he gave me a quick hug before standing up and walking away

‘I need to make sure I can escape my father’ I thought thinking of ways and reasons to escape as I covered my face with my hands

“What’s a beautiful lady doing out here alone?” a voice called from behind me as I turned to look who it was

“Mairi what are you doing here?” I asked trying to keep my voice as steady as possible

“An answer for an answer” he smirked “may I?” he asked gesturing to the space beside me making me nod

“I was talking to my brother he left a few minutes ago” I replied as he sat next to me

“Hmm and I am guessing he didn’t share a good news” I looked at him surprised “oh don’t look at me like that” he laughed “anguish is written all over your face… and it doesn’t suit such a pretty face” he brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear

I looked away blushing “it is true he didn’t give me a good news”

“Need a knight in shining armour to save you, my lady?” he asked dramatically making me laugh all my worries washing away in an instant

“Maybe I do.. are you volunteering Mairi?” I asked looking at him, he started to lean closer to me his breath hot on my face

“Oh I sure am… ever since you kicked my ass on the mat you have been on my mind constantly” his voice dropped to a whisper

I closed my eyes and leaned forward as well ‘My first kiss in this new life is Liam Mairi’

“Y/N!!!” I heard someone yell before I was yanked away from Liam “What do you think you are doing?” a slap landed on my face

“Father I-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence when another slap landed on my cheek

“Colonel Aetos you shouldn’t hurt a lady especially your own daughter!” Liam yelled standing behind me

“You don’t need to concern yourself in this family matter Cadet” Father said gripping my hand making me whimper “you should go to the others or you will receive a punishment from me” he slared as he started yanking me to follow him

“Call my brother” I mouthed to Liam his hand was stretched towards me as though asking me if I needed help but I didn’t have a choice but to follow my father who was squeezing my wrist so tightly that it would leave marks

We soon arrived at his chambers as he pushed me inside and slammed the door shut ‘NO PLEASE NO DAIN WHERE ARE YOU!?’ I bit my lips trembling in fear “Father i-it wasn’t as it looked like” I managed to stammer the words out

He didn’t say anything but rummage his luggage I knew what was coming “Father please it wasn’t what it looked like” I started backing away in fear

“Oh so it wasn’t like my daughter- the colonel Aetos’s daughter was about to kiss a merry traitor?” he asked as he took a whip out “Didn’t I tell you, you should keep your innocence? You are to be wed to Prince Halden or Prince Camlaen and you dare dishonour my name?”

SLASH I felt the burn in my legs as I crashed down

“I-I didn’t father we were just talking” I sobbed as I curled up on the floor taking the hits he was giving me

“Such a disgrace first you took my wife from me now you are trying to dishonour my name by being a whore to a traitor?” he slashed the whip more harshly making me bleed on the floor

‘Dain where are you?’ I begged for him to come and save me in my thoughts as I received more wiping 'Why did I get reincarnated in this wicked household?' I sobbed as I hugged myself

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up so I was facing him “You are going to keep your damn innocence one of my people will be here to see that you stay away from those bastards and any other men in question did I make myself clear?”

I gave him a weak nod in return which made him angrier “DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?” he demanded gripping my hair tighter

“Yes sir, you made it clea-“ my sentence was interrupted as I heard a CLASH and I heard the window break as wind as intense as a storm blew into the room

‘Garrick’s signet?’ I coughed as I curled on the floor after my father let me go to check on the situation

The last thing I saw was the shadows moving beneath my curled body before everything turned black

Dain pov-

I was doing my squad leader duties when one of the first years burst into my cabin

“Aetos… Y/n she..” he was breathing heavily as he gestured wildly. Hearing my sisters name made me stand up immediately as I walked towards him

“What happened to my sister?” I demanded

“Follow me” he said as he started jogging i started following him worried about my sister

He led me towards a room not just any room Xaden Riorsen’s room ‘what the hell is Y/n doing there?’

Xaden had to pull me in as he had warded the door “Where the hell is my sister?” I demanded looking around when a figure on the bed caught my eye. My breath stopped when I recognized who it was. I cautiously approached the bed not believing my eyes I had promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen again

‘Breathe’ I heard Cath in my head he was worried about my sister as well, as me and my sister share a bond he too thinks of Y/n as his sister and is protective too as he has seen how she has been treated in the Aetos house

“What happened?” I asked as I sat on the floor holding my sisters hand. I could look into her head of course I could but I love my sister too much to invade her privacy without her consent especially when she is so wounded like this

“Me and Y/n were talking near the stair case when Colonel Aetos came… he saw us talking and he slapped her” the blond guy confessed, I know him he is Liam Mairi “he slapped her twice infront of me… she asked me to get you but I couldn’t find you so we had to do something so I asked for their help” he said gesturing to Xaden, Garrick and Bhodi

I nodded my head “I treated her as much as possible” Xaden said “we didn’t take her to the infirmary because Colonel Aetos would go there first so we brought her here”

“Thank you for saving her” I told them sincerely I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be thanking Xaden Riorsen out of all the people in the world

“Look man I know this is your family shit but this is too messed up and since we are already involved in this you might as well tell us why your father treats her this way” Garrick said flatly but I could see he was concerned too

‘Tell them’ Cath demanded

‘What!? Cath they are-‘ he cut me off

‘I don’t care who they are! They saved little one from danger they might do it again if they get to know about the situation so tell them right now’ he growled

‘okay geez’ I sighed

I nodded my head rubbing the back of my neck “I am telling you guys this for saving my sister and for her sake too..” I sighed feeling Xaden’s intense gaze on me, he is intimidating as hell even if my pride agrees not to be intimidated by him “we should sit down this is a long story…”

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sigrid-of-solstheim · 13 hours ago

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Annoying nit-pick I have with some of the Oblivion fandom. Not infrequently do I see posts about AUs where Martin lives and relights the dragonfires only to shirk and/or despise the role of emperor or worse yet, dismantle the monarchy rule and establish something like a democracy. You can personally imagine whatever you want for your own entertainment or even the entertainment of others via fanfiction, but you have to realize none of that is actually in character for the Martin Septim the game gives us.

At first and for the majority of the game, Martin prefers to be called just Martin and stops you and the Blades from calling him Your Majesty saying either "I'm just a man" or "who am I but the bastard soon of a dead emperor?" I think people tend to misinterpret this as him wanting to reject the position or treating it flippantly when really he's just being humble. He fully understands the weight and responsibility of becoming emperor and he is willing to accept it when it's time, but for the moment he wants to hold onto being simply Brother Martin for as long as he can.

This all changes during the defense of Bruma when he puts on the armour of Tiber Septim and rallies the soldiers of Cyrodiil against the forces of Oblivion, his name in-game changes from just Martin to Martin Septim. Even without the Amulet of Kings, he's ready to become emperor and lead the people. and later when you do return with the Amulet from Paradise, he's waiting for you, dressed for the role. He doesn't stop you from calling him Your Majesty anymore, he's completely resigned to his fate. He even says it himself:

"After all, this is my destiny. No man can deny his destiny."

From this moment on he's made his peace and is committed to being emperor. He sees this as necessary and knows he's the only one that can do it. He doesn't complain, he's prepared to give his life to serve the people of Tamriel, and he does.

People often get carried away inserting real-life politics and modern sensibilities into fantasy, but this is a roughly medieval fantasy universe, monarchy is the most common form of government across all of Tamriel for most of its history, and Martin is an Imperial man, there is no way in Oblivion the thought of dismantling the monarchy and trying to establish something so foreign in concept as a democracy or republic would even cross his mind. It just wouldn't happen.

If you want further evidence just look at the genres and movies that likely influenced the games writing; Oblivion came out in 2006, Return of The King, a landmark film of legendary proportions and worldwide acclaim, had just released 3 years earlier. There's a reason Sean Bean was cast as Martin's voice actor. Martin is a very Lord of The Rings themed, Aragorn-esque character; a long lost heir returning to rightful kingship. Like Aragorn, he's extremely humble and all too painfully aware of the enormous responsibility of becoming a king/emperor and is at first hesitant towards taking up the role - not because he wants to selfishly go live his own life and do his own thing, but rather because he doesn't feel personally worthy of taking on such a tremendous position. These are the ideal traits of a good and just monarch, someone who is humble and puts the needs of the people before their own wants and ambitions. And further like Aragorn, in the end he finally embraces his fate completely with all the grace and dedication of a true king, even leading an army into a seemingly hopeless battle for the freedom of their respective kingdoms.

This is just my opinion, but I do think the game writing is pretty clear about Martin's motivations and hesitations regarding becoming emperor.

#tes iv: oblivion #oblivion #martin septim #the elder scrolls #oblivion remaster #tes #aragorn #return of the king #not trying to make anyone mad #I'm just tired of shallow analysis of one my favorite characters

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marvelskies1969 · 2 months ago

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Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, sexual assault, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 1]

(Chapter 7)

Knight in Shining Armour

Bucky should have been enjoying himself.

That was the whole damn point.

The music in the bar was loud, the air thick with smoke and laughter, the scent of whiskey and cheap perfume clinging to everything. The kind of night he normally thrived in. The kind of night he had always thrived in.

But tonight, he felt off. Everything felt off.

And he knew exactly why.

His fingers drummed restlessly against the wood of the table as Steve droned on about some guy he’d nearly fought in line at the enlistment office. Normally, Bucky would’ve been all over that, teasing him about picking fights he couldn’t win, but his focus was elsewhere.

Across the table, Y/N sat with her fingers curled around a glass, her gaze cast downward, her lips barely parted like she was lost in thought.

And not once had she looked at him.

Not once.

He should’ve expected this. Things had been weird since the hospital—since that damn moment between them that neither of them had acknowledged, but both of them felt.

So, fine. If she wanted to pretend nothing had changed, then he could do the same.

He could make this easy.

Which was why he had an arm slung lazily around the waist of a blonde he barely remembered the name of, whispering smooth words into her ear as she giggled and leaned closer, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.

It was the oldest trick in the book.

And it should have worked.

Except it didn’t.

Because when he stole a glance across the table, Y/N’s posture was stiff, her fingers white-knuckling the drink in her hand. Her lips pressed together as she laughed at something Steve said, but he knew her too well.

That wasn’t her laugh.

And that? That did something dangerous to him.

She wasn’t looking at him, wasn’t even acknowledging him, but he could feel the tension between them. Like a live wire sparking under the surface.

Damn it.

“Bucky.” The blonde giggled, tapping his chin playfully. “You listenin’ to me, sweetheart?”

He blinked, barely registering what she had said. “Course I am, doll.” He smirked, shifting his attention back to her. He turned up the charm, letting himself fall into old habits, giving her the full weight of his smile, the same one that always worked.

Except the only person he wanted to look at him wasn’t.

And for the first time in his life, flirting with a pretty girl felt like a mistake.

Steve let out an exaggerated sigh. “Alright, I’m getting another drink before I have to watch Barnes charm another girl into regretting her choices.” He stood, rolling his eyes, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder and heading toward the bar.

Leaving them alone.

Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

Y/N traced the rim of her glass with her finger, still not looking at him.

Bucky exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of everything between them settle deep in his chest.

This wasn’t how they were supposed to be.

This wasn’t them.

And that realization? That scared him more than any war ever could.

Then he saw the man approach her.

Tall. Dark-haired. Smiling like he already had her figured out.

Bucky’s whole body tensed.

He didn’t like this. Not one damn bit.

But before he could even shift forward, Y/N spoke.

“I don’t interfere with the girls who come up to you, Barnes.” Her voice was cool, indifferent. “So don’t bother interfering with me.”

Bucky stilled.

It shouldn’t have hit him like that.

But it did.

He swallowed, forcing himself to lean back into his chair with a lazy smirk, like he didn’t care.

Like it didn’t matter.

“Suit yourself, doll.”

And with that, he stood, heading for the bar without looking back.

His grip on the edge of the bar was tight, knuckles nearly white as he waved down the bartender.

He wasn’t going to look back.

He wasn’t.

Damn it. He needed to stop caring so much.

Y/N wasn’t his.

She never had been.

She never would be.

It didn’t matter that the thought of her smiling at someone else made his stomach feel like it had been turned inside out. It didn’t matter that some guy was probably leaning in right now, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh, that made her look at him the way Bucky wished she’d look at him.

And it sure as hell didn’t matter that if she was his, he’d never have to watch someone else try to win her over.

Because she wasn’t.

She was just Y/N.

Steve’s sister.

His friend.

That was all.

That was all it ever could be.

So why the hell did it feel like something was clawing at his ribs, like he was already losing something he never had?

“Whiskey.” His voice came out rougher than he intended. The bartender nodded, sliding him a glass.

Bucky picked it up, rolling the amber liquid around the edges, jaw tight.

She wasn’t his.

She could talk to whoever she wanted.

He had no right to be jealous.

So why the hell did he feel like if he turned around, he’d regret it?

And he did.

Because when he finally looked back, she was gone.

And so was the guy.

A cold dread slithered down his spine.

His feet were moving before his brain could catch up, shoving through the crowded bar, heart hammering. He scanned the bar frantically, calling her name, looking in every corner he could find. Nothing.

The moment he burst outside, he spotted them.

Y/N’s back was pressed against the alley wall, the guy leaning in way too close, his hands where they shouldn’t be.

Bucky saw red.

“Get your hands off her.” His voice was low, lethal.

The guy barely had time to turn before Bucky’s fist crashed into his jaw. The crack of impact echoed through the alley, the man stumbling back with a groan.

“Jesus—what the hell, man?” He spat blood onto the pavement, glaring at Bucky before his expression turned smug. “Fine. She’s frigid anyway.”

Bucky lunged for him again, but the guy was already backing off, raising his hands in mock surrender as he disappeared into the night.

Bucky’s breath was ragged as he turned to Y/N.

And that’s when he froze.

She wasn’t saying something sharp or sarcastic. She wasn’t rolling her eyes, brushing it off like she normally would.

She was shaking.

Tears lined her eyes, her whole frame trembling.

And for the first time in his life, Bucky saw her. Not the quick-witted, stubborn girl who could handle herself in a world that underestimated her—just her. Vulnerable. Frightened. Small.

He didn’t know what to do with it.

His arms moved before he could think, pulling her in.

She didn’t fight it.

Didn’t say a damn word.

Just buried her face against his chest as a quiet, shattered sob escaped her lips.

And Bucky felt it crack something inside him.

He held her tighter, pressing his chin to the top of her head. “I got you, doll,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “You’re safe. I promise.”

And he meant it.

With everything he had.

A second later, Steve came around the corner, freezing at the sight. His eyes flickered between them, between the way Y/N clung to Bucky like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

But he didn’t say anything.

Just stepped forward and rested a hand on her back, grounding her between the two people who would never, ever let anything happen to her.

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shini--chan · 2 months ago

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Can I req yandere sheet I for Germany?

The meal is served:

Yandere Character Sheet I - Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany)

Trigger warnings: physical abuse, humiliation, neglect, kidnapping, abuse of authority, cult-like behaviour

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Ludwig would manage to straddle the line between being obsessive and possessive. The cause of this would be him regarding you as a set piece in a romantic fantasy, with romantic meaning the philosophy and not the genre. Late at night, he would will himself to be a knight in shining armour, and you would be the princess whose hand in marriage he would receive as a reward for his heroism. With how much this fantasy would influence his view on reality, he would see you as both higher and lower than him. You would be a treasure to be sought and a dream to be coveted. In essence, you would complete him as much as you would enrich his life. Yet it would be his life that would take priority in his eyes, and not yours; your wishes and desires would be disregarded if they wouldn't suit him.

One characteristic of his that would cause you a lot of strife and misery would be how he’d never be fully satisfied with the present. Dreams brought to life wouldn't be as grandiose as they were in his head, and he would ever be chasing that imagined paradise. Consequently, he would never fully be in the present, excluding something really boundary breaking. As such, he would also never be fully satisfied and would constantly press for more. This in turn would either temper or exacerbate his pride and aggressiveness - he would never be satisfied with himself and either drown in guilt as he would try to stamp out his worst traits, or constantly seek greener pastures and glory. You would be the likely victim of either of these tendencies.

Added to that, he would be a very orderly person. Abstractness and vagueness would have little place in his life, or would have to be clarified sooner rather than later. As such, he would become smothering in his treatment of you, with all his rules and schedules and plans. Ludwig would have extreme difficulty with going with the flow, or resist plastering simple answers on complex questions that he wouldn’t fully understand. Therefore, he would never be able to really let you go and would always seek to possess you in one way or another. Tied to this would be another belief twisted into something disturbing - that you having a relationship with him would be fate and that any resistance would be futile, because you can’t escape fate. Yes, the universe itself would have dictated that the two of you must be together and any resistance from your side would just be you struggling against the natural order of matters. The natural arc of history would bend towards him having you.

Another prominent feature would be his awkwardness. Ludwig would have difficulty being in touch and enjoying his feelings since he would either see them as weeds that must be eradicated. Or he would desperately try to quantify and measure them in order to have a better grasp over them. Most people would notice his feelings before he would, and even when he would be cognisant of them, he would commonly be awkward or wooden. It wouldn’t make your kidnapping or also capture any less traumatising, only more surreal.

His persistence would be something to behold. Even if you would have been separated for years, he would constantly yearn for you and wait for the opportune moment to snatch you back. Complaints from your side would either be brushed away or he would take it as a hint to step back for a moment before pursuing you with even greater fervor. As mentioned before, he would see your union as destiny and therefore bring many a sacrifice in order to be with you. People wouldn’t be able to talk him out of his pursuit, nor would he leave you be if you’d reject him firmly enough. Part of this would be a way to impress you with his conviction and endurance.

Cornering - How would they get you?

Depending on the situation, it would either be with the carrot and the stick, or he would be very direct about it. In the case of the former he might do his best to act charming. It would be very stereotypical in his case. There would be flowers and sweets and honeyed words. The whole courting business would be cheesy and he'd hope that his awkwardness would render him endearing rather than creepy.

Perhaps he would unearth a good cause that you have subscribed yourself to and he would use that to bond with you and isolate yourself from other people. The revolution eats its children - he would convince you that only he adheres to the principles that you're fighting for and that your friends and family are traitors tp the cause. Chances are that he would even be the one offering you salvation and enlightenment and not be a mere follower. Ludwig would also use this to keep you in line.

Of course, for him there would also be the solution of being completely forthright with you. Should you refuse, then he would simply kidnap you without much ceremony. There would be warnings beforehand, yet no matter how patient he is, his patience would diminish in the face of your insolence. It might snap and he would quickly spirit you away.

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

One thing he would require of you, would be that you have a degree of mildness. Razor sharp words would be something he would be used to from Austria, and iron fortitude and sternness from his brother Prussia. He wouldn't want to see either of those in you, since he would loathe to have to defend himself against you. You should be the maiden of his dreams, with spirit but not too much. What he would desire, would be for you to become a part of his life, the missing piece that would complete him, and not the other way around. Ludwig would prefer for his life to be in complete control, and to be able to explain all the going-ons in his life. He wouldn't be able to do that if you would spring nasty surprises on him.

Added to that would be the urgent need for compliance from you. Oh, he would expect you to lash out and for the two of you to not always be on the same page. A man can dream, however. Nevertheless, he would expect these to be flights of fancy or moods and that you would eventually cave in to him. At most, he could find enjoyment in being a moralising force (and have a chance to be self-righteous) and that would hand in hand with the expectation to cave to him. Should you not yield, then you would be labelled as a hopeless case and life would become much more difficult.

Another expectation that would define your relationship, would be that he would lead and you would follow. While you may flesh out the details, he would determine the structure and pace. On the whole, he wouldn’t allow you to have a say on everything except the important matters, and he would choose the course of your future - what job you'd be allowed to have, what lifestyle would suit you, the hobbies that would be proper … the list there would be long. For somebody who would insist that fate would bring you together no matter what, he would be surprisingly controlling. Furthermore, he would want you to obey him and do what he would want of you and how he would want it. This would have to occur without him having to spell everything out to you, and without you deciding to sate any selfish desires that would contradict his.

You should have some respect for him, at least for your own safety. Little would enrage him more than being branded as a stupid villain, just as little would devast him more than defeat. Wanting to be in the position of your superior and better, he would demand that you give him reverence. He would also require this to soothe his insecurities. After the Second World War, it would be more obvious, with all his guilt, yet he would always be ashamed of parts of himself and try to stamp them out.

On top of all that, he would want somebody with their own innate sense of order. Should you be the sort to eat and sleep at irregular times without good reason, should have the habit to leave your dirty clothes lying around, then he would nag you. He would needle you and scold you and maybe even punish you. If your penchant for disorder would be bad enough, then he would put you through the wringer. Letting you be would make him want to tear his hair out and so he would treat you like a soldier in order to instill some discipline and orderliness in you.

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

One way would be if you would grow very bitter. Ludwig wouldn’t want to have a shrew as a partner, he wouldn’t want to go from yearning for your company to shying away from it. Your bitterness would poison his dreams and disillusioned with them, he would release you. Acting as if he would be accommodating you, he would release you far from your own home with few resources. The guise would be here of respecting your wish of not wanting to associate with him anymore, but in truth he just wouldn’t want you causing him any more trouble.

The other way he would be inclined to release you, would be if you or somebody else could convince him that what he has done - kidnapping you, holding you captive… - would be monstrous and that he would need to atone for his sins. In full Protestant fashion, there would be no full repentance for him and would eternally feel guilty for his actions should you be successful. Of course, it would be an arduous way until then, since he would constantly insist on his innocence and righteousness and therefore dig his heels in should you press too hard. It would either have to come slowly, or he would have to have irrefutable proof shoved in his face, and proper punishment accompanying it.

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

Interestingly enough, he would try to avoid punishing you since it would turn him on ruin the fairy tale-que nature of your relationship to him. However, life isn’t paradise yet so he would roll up his sleeves and do what must be done.

One favourite method of punishment would be to lay you over his knee or a table and spank you. This wouldn’t be done with the bare hand, but with any suitable implement close at hand, be it a slipper or a cooking spoon or a birch rod. Should you have been especially naughty, then it will be on your back instead of your back side. Enjoyment from your side would just lead to him doing the punishment in public, or going as far as to draw blood. He wouldn’t treat your wounds afterwards and he would expect you to carry on your day like usual. If you would get an infection, then he might deign to give you medication, but you would have to beg for it.

Another thing he would do, and in particular to teach you a lesson, would be to drop you off in the middle of the forest with only the clothes you have on your back. Ludwig would conceal himself and watch your movements and play the part of guardian angel. The aim of the game would be to imprint upon you the dependance you have on him, and make you more grateful for his ministrations and attentions. After aimlessly wandering around the middle of nowhere without anything to eat or drink, maybe you would even beg for help.

Else, he would very much stick to the corporal punishments that schoolmasters favoured - kneeling on wood billets, standing straight with your arms in front of you for hours on end, writing lines. All the good ole’ stuff. A peculiar punishment he would inflict on you though, would be to whip you stinging nettles. Or to make you do tasks that can be done with the machine by hand. Labour strengthens the character after all.

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

Ludwig would find himself in a maelstrom of emotions, and he wouldn’t waste much time in disbelief or pondering his thoughts. Instead, he would immediately set out after you. As such, there would be quite a few false alarms. Play your cards well, and you could get a few more hours of precious time to escape if you “cry wolf” often enough. Of course, there would be hell to pay should he capture you again.

Anyway, he would storm after you, letting his feet carry him and his heart guide him. Mayhaps he would even run in the wrong direction at first. Should he not get in the next ten minutes, then he would notify his associates to be on the lookout and return you to him should they catch you. And he would be restless until he would have you. Should days become weeks and weeks become months, then the flames would die down to embers, but never fully extinguish. All the time, he would be watching and yearning and waiting for the right moment.

It would be once you’re at his side once more that he would mull over what transpired. He would ask himself whose fault it is and why. He would contemplate what he could do better in the future and if he should be harsher or more lenient with you. Chances are that his consultation would happen with a mug of beer and be followed with a drunken rant.

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO?

It would go against the natural order of things, from his point of view. As such, he would do everything in his power to “restore the god-given order” before you can break any further laws of nature. Being a naive boy that he is, he would try to persuade you of his point of you, and get you to cede power back to him. As time would pass, he would become more desperate. Desperate to the point of doing something very foolish even.

If that wouldn’t work, then he would sullenly bide his time and gather strength in order to finally turn the tables back on you. He might think out a more complex punishment in order to stamp out any thoughts of rebellion that you would hold.

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition?

With fire and flame and blood. Here, he wouldn’t hesitate to get his sleeves dirty and would even find catharsis in the act of disposing of his enemies. Arson would be a favourite, since it would also remove evidence. Should the person survive, it would be likely that they wouldn’t remember anything due to the shock and the carbon monoxide. It would also give him plausible deniability in the face of your probing, should he want to keep his actions secret. Knifing somebody would also be a legitimate opinion in his eyes, though it would only be his preferred option if he’d seek to avoid collateral damage, or also if he would be in a foreign country.

Another favourite of his would be framing the rival. Naturally, he would also use the opportunity to play detective and search for any skeletons in the closet that he could display. This would be a guilty pleasure of his and he might see it as a hobby - playing police officer as well as criminal. He might use whatever authority he has to confiscate and requisition items of his liking (to be petty or to be practical) and order searches. Perhaps he would even put the competitor under arrest for some real or trumped up charges. It would fill him with perverse glee to bring the hammer of justice done on those that have wronged him. It would also have the beneficial side effect of alienating you from his enemies and elevating him in your eyes. Hopefully.

I don't own the artworks or the characters!

#yandere germany #yandere germany x reader #yandere hetalia #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere character sheet

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tiredcowboyy · 1 year ago

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the return of the two kings

It takes 1500 years for it to finally happen and its not in the way merlin thought it would. He thought Arthur would return, but when a man that looks exactly like arthur sits beside merlin in his political science class, well merlin realises that reincarnation wasn’t completely off the table.

Merlin introduces himself on the 3rd class, the first two spent of him subtly studying arthur, his face, his mannerisms, trying to figure out if it was really him, though when he heard the voice and name any doubt was swept away.

From that point on they quickly grew as friends. Merlin wasnt really sure what to do, he was told arthur would return when the world needed him, but nothing about if he was reborn again with no memories of his past reign whatsoever.

It stresses merlin out for a while, he constantly was on edge for any world changing dangers, however after a while he just accepted that maybe there was no reason. Arthur was just born again and he should appreciate that.

They quickly grew close, becoming the best of friends and eventually roommates and merlin couldnt have been happier, content with have the blonde back in his life.

Until one day he gets this urge to walk near the lake of avalon again, something hes not felt like doing since he found arthur again. But he does, distantly thinking it was around this time of year he had lost his king all those years ago. So he goes, the sun still rising as he begins his usual route around the lake. He takes it in, smiling at how much life has changed since he last took this walk.

He was distracted so you cant blame him for how much he was caught off guard, really that wasnt his fault.

“Merlin?”

Despite what anyone who saw would say Merlin did not let out a scream.

He spins around and comes face to face with his best friend, his roommate, his destiny walking out of the lake soaking wet.

“Arthur? What are you doing here? And why are you in the lake? I-“

He pauses, the air ripped out of his lungs as he realises what hes actually looking at. Something was different. Something was wrong. Because this arthur wasnt wearing his usual jeans and jumper, his hair wasn’t slightly too long because hes been too busy with work to get it cut, he wasnt making some joke about merlins poor coffee making skills.

He was wearing chainmail and armour, a sword in his hand one that merlin hadnt seen since that day.

This wasnt the same arthur he left at home this morning, the same arthur who was too busy watching last nights football on catchup to make fun of merlin burning his toast, the same arthur who he has lived with for 6 years and thought was his arthur.

No, this was the same arthur that he held in his arms as he thanked him and took his final breath.

Merlin doesnt know what kind of sick game the world is playing on him but that doesnt matter,

Because now theres two Arthur Pendragons gracing this earth and merlin doesn’t think hes quite as cut out for this destiny thing as he thought he was.

#Maybe I actually write this #or someone else #either way I thought it was slightly funny #but also if I was merlin id be so stressed #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #merthur #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #merlin and arthur #modern au #modern merlin #tiredcowboyys prompt #tiredcowboyys shenanigans

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thefirstknife · 4 months ago

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Delighted to announce that we officially have some insight into the Dread and finally their pronouns.

Selin and Yemiq are the two subjugators from the Dual Destiny mission, the final bosses and their lore is on the dungeon gloves. Selin is referred to as they, it and she in the lore! Actually incredibly cool how it's written to make sure it's understandable but undeniable that the same character is using multiple pronouns. Yemiq is also referred to with two pronouns: they and she.

"Their" in this one is referring to Selin (first) and Yemiq (second). And then just below:

In case anyone still doubts, the Witness is only referred to with it/its, including a capital "It" which is interesting:

And finally, the boss of the dungeon, a Dread Psion, uses neopronouns, ey/em:

This is on the exotic sparrow from the dungeon (Future Proof). It's so cool that they did this, although I predict fighting in the trenches about everyone misgendering em.

Extremely neat information though for Dread enjoyers and everyone who wants more about what they're like and how they're evolving.

The rest of the armour lore is quite sad and visceral, talking about how they were made and how they were trying to break free and be something else, but the Witness was able to control them. I am hoping we keep getting more especially now that the Witness is dead. Maybe one day the Dread can be free.

Probably the worst part for me was the leg armour piece where the lore shows that the Grim were made as punishment to Dissenters. The Witness turned some Dissenters into these unthinking and unspeaking creatures that can't do anything. The more we kill them, the more they lose themselves and their identities and memories. Putting that whole section under read more because I'm genuinely devastated:

Okay man. I'm not killing Grim again.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #sundered doctrine dungeon #dread #psion #witness

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sword-wielding-sapphic · 1 year ago

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1: Magic is a Metaphor < 2: Morgana is a Lesbian < 3: Merlin is Gay > 4: Arthur is Bi

Again with the whole metaphor thing, Merlin's entire character is about having to hide his identity and wishing that he could be free to be himself so that he wouldn't have to lie about how much Arthur means to him. So that's all very gay, but he's also just very queer-coded generally. There are so many jokes about him being more effeminate or wearing women's clothing, most notably in this episode where he dresses in full drag and then takes the opportunity to shamelessly flirt with Arthur. Unhinged.

Basically every other character seems to just assume that he's gay, at least towards the end, because Gaius and Arthur are in utter disbelief that Merlin would be 'seeing a girl'. And of course he isn't, he's actually sneaking around with that druid guy, leading Arthur to question how courting a girl would leave him 'walking with a limp.'

I also think it's very interesting how often Merlin has to pretend to be attracted to women to avoid people discovering his secret, like with Gwen in Series 1 or Morgana in Series 2. Or this scene, where Gwen and Merlin are the only people not affected by the Lamia's seduction charm and they're trying to figure out why. And Merlin says, 'it doesn't affect you because you're a woman'. And firstly, Gwen is like, 'so what?' So, bisexual queen. And then Merlin says, "it only affects men," and Gwen says, "so then why haven't you fallen under her spell?" And Merlin is just like, 'oh shit, I don't know. I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't be seduced by a woman.'

Now, you might be saying, "but Merlin is attracted to women! what about that one female love interest he had for literally one episode who immediately died?" Oh, you mean:

I'm sorry to all of the Freylin shippers out there, but this was so clearly just the writers' last-ditch attempt to make Merlin straight. If you think about it, Freya also 'has magic' if you catch my drift, and that is the only thing that she and Merlin have in common, and the only thing that they talk about. And if you look at their dialogue out of context, it really doesn't seem like it's magic that they're talking about. It's just gay/lesbian solidarity. Also, never forget when Colin Morgan accidentally referred to Merlin's potential love interests as "him or her." So who else could he have been thinking of?

Merlin definitely had a crush on Lancelot. From the moment that they first meet, he just keeps going on about, 'omg, isn't Lancelot so strong and brave and chivalrous? God, I hope he becomes a knight, he would look so good in a suit of armour.' And then he says to Gwen, completely unprompted, "so just for the sake of argument– Arthur or Lancelot?" Why are you thinking about that Merlin? Then that scene ends with Merlin and Lancelot getting drunk and stumbling home together and waking up the next morning having shared Merlin's single bed. So take from that what you will. I don't necessarily think that anything happened between them, not because I think Lancelot is straight, don't get it twisted, just because I think he's a fucking virgin.

But certified pansexual manwhore Gwaine on the other hand, oh they definitely fucked. And it's a very similar situation to Lancelot, Merlin's only flirting technique is just to find some buff guy who's just saved his life and be like, 'oh my god what can I possibly do to repay you? Maybe you could come back to my place and I could tend to your wounds and then we could go down to the tavern, have a few drinks'.

And it works. Merlin literally used his job as apprentice physician to the Knights of the Round Table as his own personal Grindr, and i love that for him. But, of course, these are just side hoes to Merlin's main bitch, Arthur.

You can deny everything else that I've said, but you cannot deny that Merlin was in love with Arthur. And don't even try to say, 'but it's just because it was his destiny'. Because, yeah, like that's any less gay. They're two sides of the same coin, destined to be together, Merlin 'uses magic only for Arthur'. Come on.

Also, it's pretty clear that Merlin cares about Arthur more than he cares about his destiny, throughout the entire show. But it culminates in this scene in series five where, because of very contrived plot reasons, Arthur has to choose between legalizing magic and saving the life of Mordred. And Merlin convinces Arthur not to legalise magic so that he will let Mordred die. He literally enables the genocide of his own people and condemns himself to a lifetime of suffering just on the off chance that he can spend a bit more time with Arthur.

And if that isn't heartbreaking enough, of course, every action that Merlin makes only confirms Arthur's fate. And after he very platonically dies in Merlin's arms, as dudebros do, what does Merlin do? does he go back to Camelot and live a full happy heterosexual life? Of course not. No, he spends the next one and a half thousand years just waiting at Arthur's resting place, waiting for the day that Arthur will be resurrected and they can be together again. What the fuck kind of Greek tragedy, Achilles and Patroclus level shit is that? That is fucking gay.

#this is so fucking long omg sorry #consider this series as a masterpost of all of my ramblings #merlin #merlance #merwaine #merthur #bbc merlin #merlin meta #the magic of metaphor

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fairytale-poll · 2 years ago

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ROUND 1D, MATCH 1 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Dimension 20:

Knight in invisible glass armor who turned the heel of her slipper into a spear and impaled the Fairy Grandmother with it to escape her false happy ending. Part of a team of princesses who want to destroy the entire fairy tale world to spare themselves and everyone else from eternally suffering. Gives weirdly good life advice.

A badass warrior in glass armor who stabs her fairy godmother with the heel of her glass slipper

Neverafter sweep!!!! Also, she is cool. Wears glass armor, tried to kill her fairy godmother with a spear, also tried to kill her stepmother.

She wears armour of glass and fights against a prewritten destiny

This Cinderella's story takes place in a world where all the fairytale characters exist but their stories have all gone wrong. It's a horror Dnd campaign, and there's also a multivariate concept where if people die, they're basically just reborn in a worse version of the story. Cinderella here is an NPC and is part of a faction called the Daughters of the Crown, which is a group of rebel nialaistic princesses who want to destroy the Neverafter to be free. She stabbed her fairy godmother in the chest with a glass shard from her shoe and she's a crazy powerful fighter. She wears full plate armor made of reflective glass so that she's essentially invisible when standing still. She's super badass but still is caring and funny. In the final battle when the PCs are fighting the Daughters of the Crown and other bad guys, she turns to their side after the other princesses are defeated and other giant villains come in, including her step mother, who became an eldritch horror. She stabs her stepmother through the heart with a shard of glass after dismissing the stepmother statement that she hurt her because it was destiny, saying that it doesn't matter if it was free will or destiny, she didn't like it. TLDR: She's a badass black woman/princess/knight

This woman has been through so much Shit. She has to go through the usual suffering of Cinderella (dead parents, abusive step-family) and then find out her entire life is a lie, just a story where she has no agency over her life? Her suffering is for someone else's amusement? So she's doing bad. Her stepmother also tries to destroy the ENTIRE universe after snapping. And okay. Maybeeee Cinderella tried to kill some people (mainly the campaign's party) but after she lost everything I can't help but feel a little bad for her. Thank you for your time.

shes ANGRY shes a WARRIOR she has GLASS ARMOR THAT SHE NEVER TAKES OFF she’s trying to END THE WORLD AND KILL EVERYONE she’s EVERYTHING to me

Once Upon a Time (in Space):

She spent decades searching every moon and planet trying to find her wife (Rose), who was kidnapped on their wedding day. Eventually, she found Rose, and they embraced, only for Rose to die in Cinder's arms. And so Cinder killed the king who had kidnapped Rose by punching through his chest and into his heart.

And then Cinder got a somewhat happy ending, in which she met Rose's clone who had Rose's memories.

What if Cinderella was a Sci-Fi lesbian? Well here she is. She has a whole love song about searching the stars for her girlfriend after their wedding was interrupted and she was taken away. She spends years searching only to when she finally finds and embraces her watch her be shot. Cinders is so devastated by this that she plunges her wedding ring into the heart of the man who shot her love killing him.

Lesbian space princess who elopes with the terrifying soldier who was previously conquering her planet and spends decades searching for her when they're separated. Listen to her song https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9V-gMgBF4

I think the way she punches the evil king through the heart as revenge for her wife is pretty neat.

She’s a revolutionary married to a woman, what’s not to love? From Cinders’ Song: “ When I was a little girl, my mother always told me / "Someday your prince will come, my love" / But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me”.

her girlfriend got cloned and most of said clones were brutally slaughtered in war and she searched for her girlfriend all throughout the galaxy and when they were finally reunited on the battlefield her girlfriend died. and a clone of her girlfriend who due to technical errors retained her memories, so does that count as the same girlfriend? theseus's girlfriend? anyway vote for cinders she's been through hell

Lesbian!! Has to search for her lost love Rose with her glass wedding ring that changes color when its near its partner!! Gets to embrace Rose once again for one final moment before the villain kills Rose right in front of her!! So Cinders kills him in return!! And she's left as (almost) the only surviving main character from her own album but!! She is eventually reunited with a clone of Rose, and while they cannot have a truly 'happy ever after' together they are the ones graced with the closest thing to it

SPACE LESBIANS (she's in love with Rose Red, who gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders searches the galaxy to find her, waiting for her white ring to turn crimson, indicating that its twin was near) She took her name from the ashes of her burning planet <3 She also killed Old King Cole >:)

shes a tragic lesbian and killed a violent dictator shes literally the best

shes gay shes traumatized she dates both rose red and sleeping beauty. badass space wanderer looking for her wife

Her wife Rose gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders spend the next thirty years looking for her. She finds her (:D) and then Rose dies (D:) and then Cinders kills the guy who killed Rose (girlboss).

shes a lesbian. she lost her wife, Rose (yes, as in sleeping beauty) the day they got married bc she was kidnapped. she spent 20 YEARS looking for her. as soon as she found her wife, Rose DIED IN HER ARMS. Cinders has gone through Too Much to lose this poll

(Her info from the wiki) the Princess of a planet burnt by King Cole's army, after it is ceded by her stepmother. She is imprisoned, meets Rose and plans to marry her. She is released by her godmother for the wedding, then flees when the attack happens, spending thirty years looking for Rose. Her half of the wedding ring will light up when she finds Rose.

"When I was a little girl, my mother always told me 'Someday your prince will come, my love' But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me I looked to the stars for you, my love" She's lesbian Cinderella IN SPACE. She fell in love with her wife in prison and they ran away to have a secret marriage but the empire kidnapped Rose on their wedding night and Cinders had to leave her behind. She searches for Rose for decades with the glass ring that guides her to its twin on her wife's finger. She finally reunites with her love after Rose rips three supersoldiers to pieces with her bare hands (hot) but then then the evil king kills Rose so Cinders fucking punches through his heart. And then a clone of Rose (who is also lesbian Sleeping Beauty IN SPACE) finds her cradling her wife's body and they have a happy reunion(?) and maybe they didn't have a happy ending BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD EACH OTHER? HUH? AAAAAH

she’s everything. she’s a princess from a long since conquered planet. she was imprisoned to make a statement of the brutal reign of old king cole. she met her wife while she was in prison, a beautiful brutal soldier covered in scars from battles. cinders and rose fell in love, so cinders’ godmother in white broke her out of jail so rose and cinders could be together. they were going to be married, except that OLD KING COLE intervened and kidnapped rose to make her the genetic base of his unholy army. so cinders spends THIRTY YEARS searching the galaxies for her love (and sings a really cool song about it called “Cinders’ Song”) until finally she arrives during the final battle just in time to see old king cole SHOOT ROSE DEAD. so cinders punches the king so hard (with her wedding ring) that he just Crumples Into Dust. the end! (no we do not talk about the fiction.)

lesbian, for one, and for two i don't really care i just think it'd be cool if she got in/if she made it past the first round

#this match is going to be incredibly intense and chaotic #cinderpoll #round 1 #round 1d #cinderella #dimension 20 #dimension 20: neverafter #dimension 20 neverafter #neverafter #d20 #dropout #cinders #once upon a time in space #the mechanisms #fairytale #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls

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