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[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

I did it. I finally finished this! My life has been so crazy lately and I've been chipping away at this chapter for months whenever I have found a moment to. But it's finally done and this concludes the first part of my Dark Kingdom Rising series! This chapter is extra long to make up for all the time it took to get it finished. I do have a few things to talk about in regards to the next part and it will be in the next paragraphs if you want to read it.

So the next part won't be done for quite some time, like another year or even two. Partly because I am still working full time while my husband and I figure out our next steps in life. The other part is that I am actually pregnant and due in a few months! We will see how this goes for our little family and how I handle having another human being to keep alive haha. I am still very passionate about finishing up this series and will be working on it when I get the chance. I also have several other AU's and art stuff I want to work on (they will mostly be posted to my Tumblr). So the pace will be slow but steady when it comes to getting the next part done. But it will get done!

Also, the next part of the series will start to have more mature content and implications in regards to sexual relationships. There will be no explicit scenes written in these chapters, but there will be times it's heavily implied, jokes are made, people (HECTOR) have very strong urges, etc. I will be writing out some of the explicit scenes and posting them in a separate folder for those who want to read it, but the main chapters/series will stay away from anything explicit in that regard.

Anyways I think that's everything! I hope you enjoy! And thank you to all of those that have continued reading this and following me along on this journey!

Warnings: accidental self inflicted wounds, talk of killing/violence, swearing

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 72 - Tsu'na ("mummery")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

"porn definition": "material that depicts nudity or sexual acts for the purpose of sexual stimulation"

"WWE": "entertainment-based performance theater"

"choreography": "the sequence of steps and movements in dance or figure skating, especially in a ballet or other staged dance"

When Husband told me we should return to Murray's, I did not understand why as they had attacked us twice, but he seemed to think this time would be different.  We were certainly able to handle whatever they have shown to have for attacking us, so it was not truly a risk; but needing to defend ourselves, plus the bus ride to Tulsa, was effort for a possible chat and a possible drink.

"And I did not like that Pepsi."

"Try Sierra Mist."

"Will I be Tanya today?"

"No, this time you're Tabitha."

"I liked being Tanya."

"You liked beating up the BOB."

"It was rather satisfying.  But I also liked the name.  It sounds playful.  Perhaps we can use it again?"

"Sure, we'll see what comes up."

I read more about angels.  There are many writings about them.  The scholars talk about different types of angels, their duties, their powers and their names.  Most people's views of them seem to be that they are good and kind, that they wear white and have wings, and that they have a glowy circle over their heads.  That they are powerful and can do miracles.  That they are servants of God and do God's will, and that one is more likely to see an angel than to see God.

Yet there are other stories about them.  A story called Supernatural describes angels as "assholes" that are more interested in what they want or what they think God wants than what people want or need.  Many stories talk about sex with angels.  Many other stories talk about Lucifer, a "fallen angel".  More stories talk about sex with Lucifer.

I think the men at Murray's were seeing Husband's strength, his white healer gear and his healing miracles.  If I should need to heal them myself, I should perhaps wear white healer gear, so that the wife of the angel is an angel herself.

Or perhaps they can see me in my black Ninja gear.  Perhaps I will be a demon that an angel married.  And has sex with.

Murray's had not changed.  The Pit changes.  It has different people in it.  Murray's had the same three people at the same table and the same bartender.  It is even more like the Coffer and Coffin with its NPCs.  Do other people not go to Murray's?

I do not know yet what Sierra Mist is because the bar did not have it.  Husband instead got the bartender to give him "soda water".  It took him some time and words to get the bartender to understand; perhaps the bartender is not very smart.  Soda water is interesting.  It has texture instead of flavor.

We sat down at the table with the three men we had fought.  Husband nodded to the one who had tried to hold me. "Scott."  He looked to the other two. "Guys."

The men there looked at me.  The one without a mustache who was not Scott tried to smile.  I nodded back.  I did not yet feel friendly with those people.

"We're just waiting on Ted," said Scott.  Husband nodded.

We were all quiet until the not-mustache man tried being friendly with me.  "So…you're a prizefighter?"

I nodded.

"Win a lot of fights?"

"I win all my fights."

"Yeah, I bet.  Um…Scott says you got ears?"

"Yes.  I see you do too."

He did not have more to say after that.  We waited a short time before another man came in, heavier than the men at the table but not as fat as the bartender.  Scott waved to him, and he came and pulled a chair to the table.

"Hey, Ted.  These are the people I told you about, Sid and Tabitha."

"Nice to meecha." Ted looked at Husband.  "Scott says you're looking for fighting tips?"

Husband smiled and inclined his head toward me.  "I mean, we both are, but she's the pro these days. So you're a fighter?"

"Yeah, I was on kind of a pro circuit for a while.  I went by 'Fleshly Crusher'."

"...I'm sorry, but that totally sounds like a porn name."

"What is porn, Husband?"

The table grew quiet.  After a moment, Husband said, "We'll talk about it later."

I brought out my phone.  Husband closed his eyes.  "No…don't…google it."

No one at the table was looking at me.  The men had strange expressions.  I put my phone away.

Husband cleared his throat and smiled.  "So…pro circuit, you say?"

"Uh, yeah, World Power Sports.  Kinda like WWE, but not as syndicated.  We went straight to stream."

I turned to Husband.  "May I google WWE?"

"Yes, you can.  It's a teevee show about wrestling.  There's some story to it too.  Thing about that show, though, is that it's more performance and entertainment than real fighting.  They call it 'scripted'...the people work out ahead of time who's going to win a fight."  Husband looked to Ted.  "That what your circuit was like?"

"Pretty much, yeah.  Like you said, we worked it all out ahead of time.  Whatever got us the most views."

I did not understand this. "Why would people bet on a fight if it was…scripted?"

"They wouldn't," said Ted. "Least, I don't think they did.  We were just doing it for the subscribers."

"So the fighting was…mummery?"

"Theatre, yeah," said Husband.  "Choreography.  I think Wikipedia calls it entertainment-based performance theatre, or something like that."

"And how is this useful to us?"

"Well, I think where Scott's coming from is that, if we're trying not to hurt people when fighting, we should learn about fake fighting."

Scott nodded.  Ted said, "I mean, it's not fake fake.  You still have to be in shape.  There's real physical stuff going on.  It's just coordinated.  So, like, what kind of fighting experience do you guys have?"

Husband answered, "Combat deployment."

"As in…active duty?"

"Very much so."

"...Okay, yeah, I agree with your wife.  You know how to fight.  What do you need me for?"

"Well, that's a different kind of fighting, or at least I assume it is.  We get in a cage, we're probably not going to try to kill people.  Out in the field, we kind of are."

"You looking to fix fights?"

"No, we just…Look, did you bring the tire iron I asked for?"

"Yeah…?"

"Cool.  How much was it?"

"Seventy-five."

Husband hesitated while reaching for his money, but still brought it out and paid Ted.  Ted handed Husband a metal bar with what looked like a fork at one end and a cup at the other.

Husband held the bar with one hand at each end.  He took a deep breath, hunched his shoulders, and slowly bent the bar into an angle.

Then he handed it to me.  "Careful it doesn't snap."

The numbers in Husband's app say I am stronger than any hyur in Earth.  I have lifted men with one hand.  But I had not tried bending metal bars before then.  I held the bar in my hands and pushed hard, then harder, and it started to bend.  I think I could have pushed harder still, but that might have snapped it as Husband had warned.

When I had bent the bar fully double I handed it back to Husband, who peered at it.  "You sure this was a seventy-five dollar tire iron?  Because this doesn't feel like a seventy-five dollar tire iron."

Ted looked nervous as he laughed.  "You know, now that I think about it, I mighta gotten the thirty dollar tire iron…"  He pulled out his money.

Husband waved a hand. "No, that's okay.  Call it a delivery fee." He handed the bent bar to Ted.  "Anyway, this is what I'm worried about.  We want to fight people and not do this to them."

Ted took the bar.  He stared at it.  All the men at the table stared at it.  He held it with both hands and tried to spread it.  It did not spread.

"We're not looking to fix fights.  We don't have to.  We're pretty sure we're going to win.  We just don't want to hurt people too badly when we do.  In fact, we don't want it to look too easy for us."

Ted was still staring at the bar.  He finally said, "Okay.  The stuff we do in the ring is coordinated.  We work together at doing it.  But if you're this strong, you can probably do stuff without the other guy's cooperation…"

Husband nodded.  As Ted went on to talk about holds and throws, I remembered a video Husband showed me called The Princess Bride.  I understood many of the jokes, though the sword fighting was simply silly.

There was a moment in the video when the hero was fighting what I thought was a roegadyn but Husband insisted was a very large hyur named Andre the Giant.  The hero threw himself at the giant a few times, accomplishing nothing, and finally said, "Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?"  The giant answered, "I just want you to feel you're doing well."

I am not taller than the men I have fought.  But to them I could be a giant.  They cannot hurt me.  They cannot throw me if I do not let them.  But I should not break them as I could have broken the tire iron.  And I need to let them feel they are doing well.  Because nobody will want to fight a giant.  Even a short giant.

Ted finished with saying, "Okay, if we're gonna do this, we need a place to practice."

Husband asked, "Does it need to be a ring?  Or are floor mats enough?"

"Should be okay.  You got a place in mind?"

"Yeah, there's a dojo I know of that I bet we can use."  He turned to the mustached man with a smile.  "It's run by the guy who sent us here the first time."

"...I really wanna meet that guy."

"Kinda thought you might.  So, Ted…I hope it goes without saying that we want to keep quiet about this.  Word gets out my wife is stronger than she looks, she might not be able to find any more fights.  Bye bye career."

"Sure, I get it.  Lotsa pros have secrets.  I won't be outing her."

We parted from the men at Murray's, found an alley and Returned to Wyatt.  Before we went to work at the diner, we stopped at the house.  Husband led me to the bedroom and closed the door.  He got out his computer.  He showed me what porn was.

"Why do people look at this?"

"To make them think about sex."

"Do you look at this to think about sex?"

"I look at you to think about sex."

"You look at me a lot."

"That I do."

"Why did you not want me to google it?"

"Because if you google 'porn' you're much more likely to get porn than a definition of porn.  And I didn't want that to happen at Murray's."

"Perhaps I could have googled 'porn definition'."

"Perhaps you could have.  I was just embarrassed at the time."

I nodded.

"You are looking at me now."

"That I am."

[raiswanson]

This fun thing is going around again and this time I can actually jump on the bandwagon so here I goooo! Meet the major cast of Pryza!

(It’s not a tag game so I won’t tag anyone but I strongly encourage everyone to do this for their projects too because it’s super neat and fun)

Slightly more serious info (and other tag games) for the project here and the whole first chapter here

[soram1u]

Fischnett

Source: Genshin Impact

AU: Canon

Characters: Fischl (me) & Bennett (meecha)

About: Bennett gets saved by Fischl

A/N: I WISH I HAD FINISHED WRITING WITH THIS PERSON INSTEAD OF GHOSTING THEM

Art credit: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/5343433

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Bennett had thought it was his lucky day as the guild had finally allowed him to take on a commission solo. Although the quest had been a simple supply transport from mondstradt to the adventurers camp down near dragonspine, it was his first ever commission that the higherups finally let him go solo on. He should've known it was best to wait out til the experienced adventurers cleared out the camps first, but Bennett was quite the eager character when it came to quests, so he took the first opportunity he got. Stupid.. stupid.. he knew he shouldn't have taken the long way to the camp knowing his luck. The elders had warned him of a few camps scattered around the area, but in no way did Bennett ever predict stumbling across a camp this large. And now, he found himself in quite the pickle.

Fallen branches crack under light foosteps as Bennett dashed through the narrowing paths of the forest, dodging log to log as a mob of hilichurls tailed him behind. The forest never seemed to end, as the amounts of lumber in the distance never seemed to sizzle down. A burning in Bennett's throat started as the hill began to incline upwards on uneven ground and terrain.

The teen gets tagged by a wooden branch, scraping a piece of skin right above his right ankle. It manages to bring out a small wince from bennett, but he continues on. It is then when he sees large pockets of light seeping through the trees, he can't help but feel hope as it means there is an opening ahead. at full speed, he charges through, breaking out of the forested area only to be greeted with small patches of land that signified a cliff at the end.

His breath hitches for a moment, whipping his head back in a quick motion to glance at the distance between him and the coming mob. Bennett didn't have much time to spare. He had to think quick.

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Today, Fischl’s assignment was to investigate a couple monster camps to determine what kind of threat level they presented. While they generally weren’t that big of a deal and didn’t interfere with adventure commissions too much, she was to report back with her findings just in case. Confidently prancing around the forest like it was her territory to do what she pleased, she came across one of the monster camps. There was something a little strange about it upon closer observation, however. It was quiet…too quiet. There seemed to be no monsters occupying the area. Suspicious of what was going on, she then heard a crack in the near distance. Walking towards the direction of the sound, Fischl looked down at the ground and noticed many sets of messy footprints. She summoned her familiar and smiled.

“Oz, I summon thee! Retribution is to soon be delivered!”

Dashing forward with Oz now at her side, Fischl followed the set of footprints and noticed the damaged trees. Feint chants of hilichurls began to grow louder, leading her to believe she was heading in the right direction. Surely enough, the forested area reached its end and the hoard of monsters became visible. In order to remain out of sight and assess the situation, Fischl hid behind a tree and had Oz fly overhead to gain a bird’s eye point of view. Borrowing his sight, she saw the monsters were cornering a person…a person she happened to know.

Drawing her bow, Fischl immediately leapt into action and fired an electro fused shot towards the back of one of the hilichurl’s head. With another swift hand gesture, she ordered Oz to rain fire from above. This set the perfect scene for a dramatic monologue.

“Slumber, in the name of the Immernachtreich, I command thee! Ill-starred young man, one would be wise to return back to Mondstadt and repent thy sins! Perhaps the threads of fate may become kinder!”

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His footsteps neared the edge of the cliff each step he took, he looked back at the hilichurls with a sword in his hand. Bennett swung a few swings at them, despite knowing they'd be utterly useless. He was simply outnumbered and he was sure there was nothing to do to save himself. Sucking in some air, he closed his eyes tightly to accept his final fate, fearing for the worst.

It was only then when he heard what it seemed like to be a body that fell to the ground. He cracked his eyes open, just enough to see a hilichurl's body laying in front of his feet. Purple sparks licited from an arrow shot right smack into its head, electro sparks. He was dumbfounded for a second, lost in the moment before what it seemed like to be a reign of terror up above rained down on the monsters. One by one, Bennett watched as they dropped to the floor like flies, stunned and unable to move.

It is then when he hears an all too familiar voice echoing from just outside of the forested area. In the nearing distance, he spots a blonde teen, someone he'd happen to recognize in an instant. Bennett let out a breath of relief, quickly thanking the archons someone had saved his ass. If it weren't for her, he'd definitely be fresh meat at that point.

"Oh Fish- err.. The Prinzessin Der Verurteilung, I can't thank you enough for saving me! You're amazing!" he praises, beaming a smile. His face is drowning in sweat as he still tries to catch his breath in between talking, but it seems like it doesn't bother him, as he's simply amazed at her work. "How did you know i was here?" he inquires, curious on how they happened to cross paths.

[desiraypark]

Love in Writing [Chapter Two]

Prologue Entire Series Chapter One: “Necessities” 

Chapter Two: Peach Cobbler

Content Warning: No warnings

“Meechoo sheeu ta Darling Teven.” Darling shook Madame Wintaac’s name and bowed before her. “Drik ota meet kush, Mada Wintaac.” Madame Wintaac lifted her chin. “Drik ota meet kash, Misa Teven.” Darla smiled. “Excellent job. Now, if I were my husband?” Madame Wintaac quizzed. Darla took a couple of steps back and curtsied. The sound of a car engine met her ears. 

“Meechoo sheeu ta Darling Teven. Drik ota meet kash, Masa Wintaac.” Darla straightened her body and glanced out of the window. “Exsuz meecha, Mada Wintaac,” Darla said. She rushed out of the study, through the foyer, past Dede (the head servant), and opened the front door. Finn’s foot had just landed on the first step when Darla flew into his arms, nearly knocking him over. “Hello, Beautiful,” Finn mumbled into her shoulder. He lifted her off her feet and walked up the three steps of her porch. Then, he placed her back down. Darla looked over her shoulder, checking the scene behind her, and quickly planted a kiss on Finn’s lips. “How are you?” she asked. Her eyebrows furrowed at the knot on his forehead. “What happened?” “I’m better now that I’m here,” Finn answered. “I uh...I stopped by the Solo house, first.” Darla rubbed the knot, then rested her palm on his cheek. “What are we going to do?” Darla asked. Finn kissed her hand and glanced behind her. He cleared his throat and quickly pulled away. “Mrs. Teven,” he said. Darla stepped back. “Good afternoon, Finn. It’s so nice to see you,” Amala said. “Darling, where are your manners? Let Finn inside.” Amala walked away from the door and Darla led Finn inside. Darla suddenly remembered Madame Wintaac. “I have to finish my lesson,” she said. “I’ll wait for you,” Finn said. “Finn, why don’t you join me in the parlor?” Amala “suggested”. She walked toward the dining room. “We got your request for peach cobbler. A slice before supper wouldn’t hurt.” Finn nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” Darla blew a quick kiss to Finn and dashed back into the study. Finn stood in the middle of the parlor. “Dede,” Amala called through the dining room. “Could you bring me and Sir Okani slices of the peach cobbler? And some ginger drinks, too.” Amala twirled around, walked toward Finn, then guided him toward the parlor. She pulled the sliding doors apart and Finn waited for her to walk in first. Then, he followed. Amala sat down, then he took his seat. “You look nice, Finn,” Amala said. She glanced at his forehead. “Mostly.” Finn inadvertently touched the knot, hoping that it would magically disappear under his fingers. “Thank you, Mrs. Teven. You look great yourself.” He cleared his throat. “I mean that in a respectful way.” Amala chuckled. “I know you do, Sweetie.” Then, she cleared her throat. “I suppose you’d like to discuss what happened when you were away.” Finn nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I just…” he gathered his thoughts. “I love Darla. Darling. I’ve loved her since we were schoolchildren. I want to marry her and take care of her.” Dede walked in with two plates of peach cobbler, and Faye, another servant, followed with two glasses of a carbonated ginger beverage. They placed them on the coffee table between Finn and Amala. “Thank you,” Finn said. “Thank you, Dede. Thank you, Faye,” Amala said. The ladies nodded and walked out of the room. “Would you like this closed, ma’am?” Dede asked. “No, you don’t have to. Thank you, Dede.” Dede stepped away and Amala took a breath. “You’re a wonderful boy, Finn. Young man. Mr. Teven and I adore you. And we know you adore our daughter. But…” Amala took another deep breath, then took a sip of her drink. She gently placed it down and sighed. “There’s just more that comes with being married into the royal family.” Finn pursed his lips, trying not to roll his eyes. “And you know that,” Amala continued. “You of all people know the benefits of having proximity to the royal family.” “Yes, ma’am, I do.” Finn contemplated his next statement. He pushed forward. “And my proximity has also allowed me to recognize that Ben would not be a good husband to your daughter.” Amala scoffs, grabs her plate, and leans back. She cuts into the cobbler with the side of her fork. “How do you know what makes a good husband? You still have milk on your breath.” She popped a piece of cobbler into her mouth as Finn searched for more words. “I’m not completely certain, Mrs. Teven. I just know that Ben wouldn’t make a good one. He’s impulsive, he’s temperamental. Crude,” he said. “Mrs. Teven, do the circumstances of this courtship not give you and Mr. Teven pause? A man asking for his godbrother’s lady’s--sweetheart’s--hand?" “Of course it does,” Mrs. Teven said, almost getting defensive. She put the plate back down and sat up. “And I know all of these things about Ben. But we have to take the good with the bad. That’s life, son.”

Darla eventually joined Finn and her mother with a slice of cobbler. Finn talked about his training, Darla talked about her Ewokese lessons. Just before supper time, Darla led Finn to the door and informed him of a little get together at Rey’s home the next evening. Of course, Finn confirmed his presence.

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Jannah picked Darla and Rose up, and they made their merry way to Rey’s house. Mr. and Mrs. Jakkan had reluctantly gone out of town without their daughter--fully aware that she was liable to get into mischief during their absence. They trusted the servants to look after her, but knew she’d had them wrapped around her finger since she was a child. 

Rey helped them set out a beautiful spread in the dining room--shrimp cocktail, little chicken wings, fruits, veggies, cheeses, and jugs of cordial. An upbeat song played on the phonograph in the parlor, and the women flitted about as they did when they were young girls--dancing, squealing, and singing to each other--all but Darla speaking of prospective suitors. Soon, Finn and Poe made their way over. “Finn! Poe!” Rey said when she answered the door. Darla rushed out into the foyer and threw her arms around Finn’s shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, and finally, they got to share a passionate kiss. “Stars, get a room, will you!” Poe said as Rey guided him to the parlor. Darla and Finn laughed into each other’s lips, but did not break their kiss.  “Where’s Armitage?” Rey asked. “Spending up all of his money,” Poe answered. Darla and Finn finally pulled apart. “I need you,” Darla leaned close and whispered. She pulled away and Finn raised his eyebrows. “Need me?” he asked. Clarifying.  Darla nodded. “Yes. Need you.” He bit his lip and scanned their environment. “Now?” Darla hugged him again and whispered in his ear. 

“At the very first sight of a moment.” ____________________

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[firey-flint]

      YO! What’s up?? It’s your girl Aya here with the hot head Flint. If you’d like to thread just slap that like button and we can get to plotting something out. It’s nice to meecha all and be a part of this group! <3 I look forward to writing with ya. -finger guns-

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Reblog this post and tag your original characters and answer the following questions.

I was asked to answer questions about Clarence by @inertial-reel

Full Name: Clarence (I’m bad at last names, so I haven’t given him one yet :( .)

Gender and Sexuality: Male, hetero.

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: English/Human

Birthplace/Birthdate: London/a while ago on an alternate timeline, so it really doesn’t matter, but think late 1700s/early 1800s

Guilty Pleasures: Food, a Pint of the stout at The Hybrid’s Claw, making fun of his work partner David.

Phobias: Biologists and Sociologists.

What they would be famous for: His uppercut.

What they would get arrested for: His past career as a mercenary. 

OC I ship him with: His fiancée.

OC most likely to murder them: Whatever he’s punching at the moment, followed by David’s mother. Not with her own hands, though. Through somebody else.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He likes reading cookbooks. He normally doesn’t have time to cook, but on his days off he cooks meals as extravagant as he can afford.

Least favorite Movie/Book cliche: He doesn’t like red herrings in mysteries.

Talents and/or Powers: Clarence is a talented close-quarters combatant. He has a particular focus on boxing/fisticuffs, with a few choice grapples he’s learned from his travels. Since a vast majority of what he’s fighting outweighs him and is stronger and faster than he is, he wears a powered exoskeleton to give his punches more... punch.

Why someone might love him: He is honest and cares very deeply about his friends. He punches things hard too, if you like that kind of thing. 

Why someone might hate him: He’s got a ruthless streak, and can fly into violent rages. This is something some people do not appreciate. Also, he’s relegated into the Sancho Panza trope/archetype.

How he changes: This current book doesn’t have a lot of development for him. His development occurs long before the start of the book, when he realizes that while he enjoys fighting, that he’s doing it for the wrong people, and so he joins the British Government to fight abominations.

Why You Love HIm: He’s the Sancho Panza to David Matherton’s Quixote. He’s grounded, sensible, and uses some pretty sweet technology to do his job. He’s in many ways the opposite of David in background, demeanor, fighting style, and physical appearance, but he enjoys David’s company and partnership as they hunt terrible beasts let loose in London. 

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

Finally a happier chapter!!! It's fitting because things in my life are going much better. There's been a lot of changes, but I am happy to report that I will have a job soon and so we are avoiding a big crisis. This will affect the next part of this fic as I won't have a whole summer to work on it like I anticipated, but we will see how things go! There will be a more detailed update in the next chapter (which is the end of this first part and I can't believe it!!!). The next chapter might take an extra week to post as well, I will post about it if so.

Warnings: talk/mention of past sexual abuse, physical assault, sexual/physical threats used, swearing.

Enjoy!

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

Heads up peeps, I have a very busy day tomorrow (and I have procrastinated just a smidge) so the next chapter will be up on Saturday. I am working a shift for an old co-worker and I have my son's birthday party to host so it's going to be a busy Friday. But the chapter will be up on Saturday!! I promise! Okay that is all, go on about your lovely day.

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

I'm alive and here peeps. Still a struggle this week with everything that's been happening, but we are hopeful! Warnings: swearing, flirting, fluff, lots of jealousy

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

I am so pumped for these next two chapters!!!! They are all about the Winter Ball that, in the past, has been a yearly and large event for the DK. There will be lots of fluff and feelings!!!! I didn't get it quite done yet, but I do have art of Amelia's dress that I will be posting in the next chapter! Hector's formal outfit is based off of @pennumbra's design on Tumblr. Here is the link for that: https://www.tumblr.com/pennumbra/640330893362397184/hector-outfits?source=share. It is the middle pic just to clarify!

Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, pushy behavior

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

Ah, yet another chapter that has been written forever that I finally get to post!! Technically it was also part of the last chapter, but this bit is my fav. You'll see why!!!

Enjoy!!!

Warnings: swearing

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Dark Kingdom Rising

I was delusional enough that when I first wrote this whole part out that it was only going to be 2 parts. HAHA. Here is the next chapter! Things are calming down a little for me at home which is good because I'm almost caught up on the chapters I've had sitting around waiting to be posted. I actually have some writing to do to get more chapters out! I'm excited though!

Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, fighting, arguing, violence.

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

This and the next chapter were the few chapters I hadn't finished....until now. I really struggled with this chapter due to all the dialogue and the amount of characters I had to create. (Making up names for characters is going to get me killed one day.) Plus making sure it seemed professional enough to be in a diplomatic setting such as this.

Fair warning for you readers as well, the last bit of this entire first part of The Dark Kingdom Rising will start to deal with some heavy stuff. All chapters will have more detailed and appropriate warnings in the chapter summary. I will also be separating off some areas with asterisks (**) to help warn for specific parts. Just a heads up!

Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, fighting, arguing, yelling

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising

Sorry for the late update, kiddos have been sick and I've been really busy.

Warnings: swearing, implied sexual coercion, mentions of a child's death, mention of animal abuse

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Thanks for the ask @th3p0rtalmaker

Ooooooh I'm so glad. This will be a slight spoiler/foreshadowing for a near future chapter. It is a distressing chapter and I've put warnings at the top to let you know what will happen. Another chapter I've had written for a long time and I'm so excited to release it in 5 more weeks.

Warnings: violence, fighting, blood, choking, near death experience.

Amelia stood by her desk for some time, mulling over what had just happened.

He said he didn’t want to lose her.

Hector.

The man who six months ago tried to strangle her.

The one who called it babysitting when she was making deals with nobles and other kingdoms.

And despite all that, there were butterflies in her stomach when he had said that phrase. Her heart was beating out of her chest when he cupped her face. The skin where his thumb had brushed still felt warm. The hug she initiated had, at first, worried her that she was pushing a boundary with him. Even though he had enthusiastically returned it, it still felt like she had crossed a line. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.

Carrie would be shaking me by the shoulders right now…

She knew her friend meant well. Carrie’s concern came from Hector’s outward appearance and reputation. Although his reputation was the least of her concerns. He was honestly terrifying to most people when they first met him. His piercing green eyes and rough appearance would make anyone weary, but there was more to him than his appearance. Just like everyone else.

Just like me.

Plexe’s whining yawn pulled her back into her bedroom. She smiled affectionately at the little fox and scratched under his chin. “It’s bedtime isn’t it?”

Plexe’s tired sigh was his only response. He curled up on the foot of her bed again and closed his eyes. Amelia walked to the small side room to wash up for the night. Half the room was torn apart slightly, the construction still in progress for the hot water that Varian and the other engineers were working on. Amelia was absentmindedly wiping her face, her thoughts still on Hector and what had happened between them. She could still catch a faint whiff of him on her.

A growl from her furry friend in her room startled her. She smiled, figuring the binturongs had snuck back into the room to play with Plexe. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

I will need to ask Hector how he taught them to open doors.

Amelia sidestepped to the slightly ajar door, when Plexe growled again. This time it made the hairs on her neck stand up.

Something was wrong.

Amelia fully opened the door and her heart leapt into her throat. At the foot of her bed stood a figure, dressed from head to toe in dark clothing. They had Plexe by the scruff of his neck, holding him so tightly he was struggling to breathe.

Panic filled her as she threw herself at the intruder, desperate to save her friend. She managed to wrestle Plexe from their hands after a swift palm thrust to the figure's face. It only bought her a moment of time to check on the fox, when she realized her mistake. With both arms cradling Plexe, the figure unsheathed their dagger and lunged at her.

Plexe was quickly tossed aside, but it wasn’t quick enough. Knocking her to the ground, the assassin aimed to bury the dagger in her chest. She managed to stop the blow, but at the cost of the blade cutting into the top of her forearm. They pressed into the hilt of the dagger harder, trying to find their mark. It took all her strength to keep the blade from sinking into her chest. They reached their left arm over to hers to add more pressure. Amelia reacted by biting into the forearm of her assailant, causing the dagger to be dropped. She pushed it away, pleased she had gotten the weapon out of reach.

But weapons are not needed to kill.

As the assassin's hands wrapped around her throat, Amelia realized this.

Her nails dug into the strained forearms, trying anything to get them to release her. She tried to kick, only to feel her attacker’s thighs squeeze tighter around her legs.

Spots of darkness floated in her vision. She willed her fingers to dig deeper into the arms of the assassin, but they began to go limp. Weakly, she tried to hit and scratch at their face. Her mind willed it to happen, but she couldn't feel her arms anymore. The hands at her throat tightened even more, causing her vision to shimmer.

As her life faded, thoughts and faces flitted in and out of her mind.

The treaties for the kingdom. What will they do if I’m gone?

Plexe. He will miss me.

The papers on my desk. I never finished them like I was supposed to tonight.

I never finished that book on Dark Kingdom politics from Queen Chandra’s reign.

The last thing she saw before darkness took over her was Hector’s smile as he left her room.