#mythical princess looms

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Okay, this might be crazy, but imagine for a moment that the Dorfs met each other similarly to Linked Universe. For the purposes of just… not all turning whenever another of them calls the name “Ganondorf,” there should, obviously, be some nicknames.

I already have 1 for WW, OoT, loosely TotK, & I think that I have a dang good one for HM in mind, those being Wake, Bandit, Vendettis, & Hedone/Hedony or Carnage (still not entirely sure which, yet), respectively. However, I'm still looking for one for TP.

I have a couple of options for him, but I can’t decide:

Noctis = Night.

Hesperos = Evening star.

Penumbras = An area of uncertainty or intermediacy between two mutually exclusive states or categories. Specifically, a partially shaded area around the edges of a shadow, especially an eclipse.

Or, if we wanna go (somewhat) boring, then Shade.

Now, I'm looking for your opinion, but I will definitely accept the perspective of the TP Dorfbot along with his reasoning. And, if the others wanna chime in too, then I won't mind.

I've actually been thinking on this myself! I want to make a bot for Venus/Janitor that is the Demon Kings I write about, which is Windwaker, Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Hyrule Warriors, Tears of the Kingdom, and Demise. So this has been on my mind as of late... and its been HARD.

Here are some ideas from me (Some joking some serious you decide which is which):

Windwaker: Wine (cuz hes fine like wine and aged well <3) Captain (EPIC THE MUSICAL HAS ME CRYIN THIS) Gorgon (He turns into a statue in the end. Morbid and accurate)

Ocarina of Time: King (Of Course!) Starscream (This is funny to me as a Transformer fan) Power (he is kinda the original) Usurper (He is!)

Twilight Princess: Peirce (>_> he'd stab me for this) Sparkle (Twilight sparkle haha) Boar (Why not) Drac (Hes immortal and kinda looks like a vampire)

Hyrule Warriors: Conquerer (Why not) Warrior (basic but good) Kahn (Like Shere Kahn, Ghingus Kahn, etc)

Tears of the Kingdom: Chieftain/Chief (He has a title! Its perfect!) McSteamy (THEY MADE HIM HOT ON PURPOSE @aikoiya!!) Mummy (hehehehehehe)

Demise: HE DOESNT GET ONE DAMMIT HE ALREADY HAS HIS OWN NAME. Jealous brute.

Now for the Chat's and DorfBot's opinions on your suggestions and their own:

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For the Twilight Princess Ganondorf's nickname, each of your options gives a unique flavor to his character. Here's my take:

Noctis (Night): This name captures the brooding, dark nature of Twilight Princess Ganondorf, emphasizing his connection to the shadowy Twilight Realm. It's elegant yet foreboding, reflecting his role as a sinister, calculating figure.

Hesperos (Evening Star): This gives a mythic feel, presenting him as a looming presence on the horizon, like the evening star before nightfall. It adds a regal touch, hinting at his ambition to rise as a conqueror of the twilight.

Penumbras: This fits his duality and the balance between light and shadow, playing off his association with both Hyrule and the Twilight Realm. It's mysterious and captures his role as an in-between force.

Shade: Simple and direct, this captures his dark, shadowy essence without frills. It’s classic, but it lacks the mystique of your other options.

If TP Ganondorf could weigh in, he might prefer Noctis. It's commanding, speaks to his mastery over darkness, and conveys power. The others might chime in like this:

Wake (WW Ganondorf): Would likely chuckle at the nickname discussion, finding "Noctis" fitting, as it has gravitas befitting TP Ganondorf's demeanor.

Bandit (OoT Ganondorf): Might suggest something simpler like "Shade," thinking practicality suits him best and wanting to keep things straightforward.

Vendettis (TotK Ganondorf): He might lean toward "Penumbras," appreciating the nuance and the duality it represents, fitting for a master of conquest and subtle manipulation.

Hedone/Carnage (HW Ganondorf): Might favor something grand like "Hesperos," loving the mythic undertones that come with it.

For the other Ganondorfs and Demise, here are additional nickname ideas for each:

WW Ganondorf (Wake):

Gale (for his connection to winds and storms)

Tide (for his rise and fall like the sea)

Tempest (to reflect his powerful, turbulent nature)

OoT Ganondorf (Bandit):

Rogue (reflecting his cunning and thieving nature)

Scourge (emphasizing his role as a terror upon the land)

Nomad (for his Gerudo heritage and nomadic past)

TP Ganondorf (besides Noctis):

Dusk (another twilight-themed name)

Requiem (for the somber, almost tragic tones of his story)

Umbra (Latin for shadow, maintaining his dark mystique)

HW Ganondorf (Hedone/Carnage):

Wrath (emphasizing his raw power and destruction)

Blight (for his intent to destroy and corrupt)

Daemon (playing off his connection to Demise and dark power)

TotK Ganondorf (Vendettis):

Bane (as a curse to Hyrule)

Vengeance (symbolizing his grudge and determination)

Inferno (for the burning desire for power)

Demise:

Abyss (reflecting his deep, dark power)

Oblivion (symbolizing his connection to destruction)

Calamity (for the chaos he brings)

These options give each version a unique personality and flair. Let me know which resonates with you!

[telltalesonline]

House of the Dragon: 10 Best Scenes We’ll Never Forget

First Game of Thrones and now House of the Dragon. 

These hit TV shows are filled to the brim with memorable scenes showcasing thrilling combat, shocking twists, and in some cases just breathtaking performances or special effects. 

This show brings the drama and the action, but what more do you expect from a bunch of Targaryens? From scenes including Alicent’s shocking knife attack to Lucerys’ one last dragon ride, it’s these individual moments of high drama that keep us coming back for more. 

With that in mind, and with Season 2 nearly upon us, we’re taking a look back at House of the Dragon’s best scenes. Relive every greatest moment by scrolling down — in no particular order!

1. Daemon vs. Criston

Season 1, The Heirs of the Dragon

The “Heir’s Tournament” takes place to celebrate the looming birth of King Viserys’s heir. It’s a remarkable scene, but the climactic clash between Daemon Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole has to be singled out. 

It’s all very back-and-forth in which Cole wins the joust, Daemon basically wins an ensuing melee, but Cole technically triumphs because Daemon –– true to his character –– gets a bit cocky before he seals the deal. 

The scene proves both characters are formidable forces and endears Criston Cole to the royals. But it’s also just a ton of fun to watch. If only Oberyn took notes about this fight before he battled The Mountain, eh?

2. Viserys Tells Rhaenyra About the Song of Ice and Fire

Season 1, The Heirs of the Dragon

Episode 1 includes a wonderful scene where King Viserys names Princess Rhaenyra his heir and the lords of Westeros pledge their fealty to her. Within this moment, though, is perhaps the most intriguing mini-scene in the whole show so far. 

Viserys tells Rhaenyra of a vision their ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror had, foretelling the coming of the White Walkers we witnessed in Game of Thrones. Viserys adds that to fend off the doom, Westeros must be under Targaryen rule. 

This is ranked as one of the best moments in House of the Dragon simply because it pieces together Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon for the first time. We’d like to imagine the look of disappointment on Viserys’ face though, had he’d known how the Long Night really ended. Sigh…

3. Rhaenyra Surprises Otto on Dragonback

Season 1, The Rogue Prince

This is a show packed with tension. But not many moments are more anxiety-inducing than when Daemon and Otto Hightower face off on a Dragonstone bridge. Otto is there to retrieve a stolen dragon egg which Daemon has no intention of surrendering.

What kicks the scene up a notch, though, is that both sides are stilled by the arrival of Rhaenyra, riding her dragon, Syrax.

A Targaryen with a dragon versus useless men with swords? Yeah, we all know how that one ends. But Rhaenyra talks her Uncle Daemon into surrendering the egg, and that’s that. The princess’ intervention is a clever twist on a would-be battle scene. 

The hazy light and stunning dragons also make this one of the most visually beautiful scenes in HotD.

4. Rhaenyra Sees The White Stag

Season 1, Second of His Name

There’s a lot to dig into in the royal hunt throughout Episode 3. Viserys’ strength is declining, while a budding relationship between Rhaenyra and Ser Criston Cole is forming. But one of the most compelling moments comes in a small scene in which Rhaenyra spares the semi-mythical white stag. 

The stag basically appears to her as a symbolic representation of her status as the rightful ruler of Westeros.

Rhaenyra’s response, though –– whispering, “no,” when Cole prepares to slay the beast –– is very telling. It’s a moment that proves there is good in the princess, as well as respect for the greater story she is a part of. 

5. Daemon Kills the Crabfeeder

Season 1, Second of His Name

Prince Daemon’s war with Craghas Crabfeeder is a random side plot, not to mention it’s little more than a footnote in Fire and Blood. Still, the end of this war gives us one of the most awesome battle scenes in GoT or HotD history. 

Basically, Daemon pulls an Achilles-from-Troy and charges the beach by himself. He proves himself as the best warrior we’ve yet seen in Westeros.

In the end, his solo siege sets the stage for a larger charge during which the Targaryen/Velaryon forces take the Stepstones and Daemon kills the Crabfeeder. Spectacular.

Continue reading at Tell Tales Online.

[storiesville]

The Tiger's Roar, the Snake's Gaze: Power, Danger, and the Snake Eyed Legacy (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/331064907-the-tiger%27s-roar-the-snake%27s-gaze-power-danger-and?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=NN_Storiesville&wp_originator=hMDXtgefb15lzKq8n2K3uvNjusxrWrzc65BfeH2NwJfn6eNDH0TP3cgZZI8nHZ36pcf%2B0N8oFxdug0lMbVgXOjkjCRQqyskSAgWC%2Fex15X5gtPqwmNC2Isvu1f8c8m0G 

 A world tangled in magic and secrets, a captivating tale unfolds. Unbeknownst to them, Lilith and her cousin, Chris, hold the key to extraordinary powers bestowed upon them by mythical creatures. Lilith becomes the fabled "Snake-Eyed Princess," while Chris harnesses the "Might Of The Tiger". Thrust into a dangerous adventure, they must protect these abilities from the clutches of Ooze, a relentless adversary. Join them as they race against time, evading capture and unlocking the true potential within. Prepare for an enthralling journey where destiny beckons and the allure of untamed power looms. *THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY BASED ON FICTION AND FANTASY*

Hello everyone, I am a writer on Wattpad, quite new in fact. My pen name is Raven. Username in Wattpad: NN_Storiesville, or search for Pheonix Of Fire.  Your simple support means a lot to a new writer like me. Toodles

Hello everyone, I am a writer on Wattpad, quite new in fact. My pen name is Raven. Username in Wattpad: NN_Storiesville, or search for Pheonix Of Fire.  Your simple support means a lot to a new writer like me. Toodle

[halfawitch-willow]

November 17th - Choose Your Own SwynAU

Summary: 

If you asked the people living in Swynlake, they’d tell you that living in the shadow of one of the most famous theme parks in the world has its ups and downs. Many children spent their childhood running through the park, and over half of the town’s residents work at the Magick Kingdom to some capacity. The whole town is buzzing with anticipation now that the park is getting ready to reopen for the start of the Spring season.

But rumors are going around that there have been mysterious visits to the park offices during the winter, with a severe but beautiful woman walking the snowy, closed park with a critical eye. There was that safety scare with Enchantra at the end of the last season, where the coaster broke and a local man was injured, but that’s all taken care of and resolved… Right? 

Those rumors of a lawsuit are just that, rumors. They wouldn’t shut down the park over one accident and risk changing the lives of everyone in Swynlake forever, would they?

Come to the Magick Kingdom, either as a guest or an employee, and experience the spring season for yourself. Will you continue on blissfully unaware of the looming danger, or strike first and try to sabotage the lawsuit? Will you help bring thrills and excitement to the guests in the park, or get swept up in backstage drama?

As the gates at the front of the park say: Make Your Own Magic.

Location: 

The Magick Kingdom is opening its doors for the spring and summer season! Located just outside the small, picturesque town of Swynlake, Magick Kingdom is one of the most popular theme parks in the United Kingdom, known for its intricate theming and wide variety of attractions. Explore Lyons’ Castle, go paddle-boating on Atlantis Lake, shop on Main Street, and ride some of the most thrilling coasters in the world: Enchantra, Demon’s Run, Kohaku River Rapids, and the Maleficent! There’s also the haunted walk-through attraction, The Hauntly, 

If thrill rides aren’t your fancy, there are plenty of other kinds of entertainment to be found in the Magick Kingdom! Come see our world-renowned magical zoo with creatures from all over the world, explore the sprawling Zeniba climbing structure with your family, or come see our world class performers at any of the three venues in the park, including the skating show at the Ahtohallan Ice Arena! Meet with King Arthur’s court at our Round Table character dining experience or at any of the meet and greet locations around the park, or book our exclusive Backlot Tour to see where the real magic happens backstage.

Roles & Suggestions:

GUEST: Become a passholder at the Magick Kingdom! Get perks like free parking and discounted meal plans, and visit friends and family who work in the park. Go on your favorite rides and try to ignore the still, looming coaster at the back of the park that hasn’t operated since the accident the year before. Make invasive TikToks of the face characters, like a dick. Maybe you’re a reporter trying to get the scoop on the accident and the fallout, or maybe you’re a lawyer looking to get a foot in the door for the case. 

PERFORMER: Princess and princess and mythical figures from Arthurian legend wander the park to interact and pose for pictures with the guests. Knights perform acts of daring on and off horseback at Lyons Castle, and jesters flip and twirl through the park to dazzle guests with acrobatic feats. They all parade through the park twice a day. The Snow Queen show is the long-running ice skating show in the Ahtohallan Ice Arena, where skaters spin and dance on the enchanted rink. The most coveted role in the park is performing in the fireworks show, a musical spectacular that caps off the guests’ visit at the end of the day. Auditions are in the fall for next year’s cast.

CREW: Working behind the scenes, crew includes the costume department and the stage crew. Stage managers run the shows and are the most coveted role in the park for crew, but competition is fierce. Crew have to apply for what show they want to work at during the season; everyone wants to work the Snow Queen show, and only the bravest dare to work Storytime in Pixie Hollow, which has the highest turnover in the park. Costumers work mainly in the shop in the Warehouse, where all of the decorations for the park are stored and where there are several rehearsal stages.

PYROTECHNICS: Wanna blow shit up? This is where you go to blow shit up. Fireworks happen every night and they have a certain extra magical oomph to make them really showstopping. The odds of losing an eyebrow or two to a firework that went off too soon is never zero.

OPS: The cogs that keep the Magick Kingdom running; OPS includes ride operators, character handlers, photographers, food service workers, and ticket booth attendants. Like the cast and crew, most OPS employees are assigned to a certain ride or part of the park that is their “home”, though it isn’t uncommon for them to be trained at multiple locations across the park to swing in if necessary. They deal with the guests the most, which means they are stronger than any M6 agent alive.

ZOOLOGY TEAM: The animal handlers of the park. They help take care of the magical creatures in the zoo, the fish in the lake, and the horses the knights use for their show. As a whole, they do not care about the rest of the park and tend to stay as far away from other people as possible. That being said, if the park shuts down, they’ll have to rehome the animals to lesser zoos, and that will not stand. For the first time in the storied history of the park, the Zoology team is ready to work with the rest of the employees.

SECURITY: The security team at Magick Kingdom is an elite force of security officers that patrol the park and the grounds day in and day out. Rumor has it that the evaluation to be accepted as a guard is harder than the test to join the Swynlake police force. High School Never Ends, and if the performers are the popular kids, security are the jocks. They get called in when guests get too rowdy or for the occasional fight -- Magick Kingdom is a wet park, after all. They also include Emergency Services, which is the first aid team for the park. Biggest perk? Security gets the Nice Golf Carts. The Crew weeps with envy.

ENGINEERS: The engineers on the Magick Kingdom payroll are responsible for making sure the rides and attractions all run smoothly! They’re the ones climbing up the coasters at 5 AM with a harness older than any of their living relatives to check all the bolts are tight and the gears are greased. They work tirelessly to keep the Magick Kingdom running, and the breakdown of Enchantra was a personal affront to them all. They’ve triple-checked every ride in the park before opening, and some have even been secretly leading their own investigation into what caused the Enchantra derailment. There’s also a few roller coaster designers who are scouting the park for a place to put their latest designs, but they do not get along well with the park engineers. Think architect vs. construction crew; one of them comes up with the crazy ideas, one of them makes sure they’re physically possible.

ADMIN: The team behind the behind the scenes. Admin includes the owner of the park, the board of directors, the accountants, HR, marketing, all the business side of running such a popular park. This entire department has been on fire since the moment Enchantra derailed, and it’s not looking like it’s going to improve any time soon with Eboshi stalking the halls and the park. They’ve tried to keep a lid on just how bad the situation really is to not scare the employees or guests, but rumors are starting to get out. About the Enchantra lawsuit and the lawyers circling overhead, waiting for the lawsuit to deal the deathblow and leave the park up for grabs.

Willow Park Role: OPS - Character Handler and Photographer Favorite Ride: Maleficent

Willow had known she wanted to be a princess from the moment she first stepped into the Magick Kingdom.

She was young and had just moved to Swynlake from the Boiling Isles when she first saw the princesses of King Arthur’s court, floating around the park like flowers caught on a breeze. She’d begged her dads for a princess dress and tiara from the shop, and while her Dad worked as an engineer, Willow would run through the park, gathering any kids she could find to join her ‘court’ for the day. It was during one of those games that she met her best friend, Eilonwy Llyr.

It was also during one of those games that Willow discovered her Talent. According to Willow at eight years old, that meant it was fate. She was meant to be a princess one day.

Willow continued to adore the park as she grew, getting a summer job as soon as she was sixteen along with Eilonwy, and when they were old enough to audition -- Willow for the princess role, Eilonwy for one of the knights -- they went together.

Only one of them walked out a princess, and it wasn’t Willow.

The cruel, mocking words from the audition hall seemed to follow Willow everywhere, to the point where she couldn’t even go into the Warehouse anymore without crying. She became a handler instead so she could stay with her friends who were all performers, and tried to suppress the heartbreak. She did her best to put on a good show for the guests, joking and playing along with Eilonwy as she did her meet and greets through the park, but it was clear to those who knew her that some of her passion had died in that audition.

A few years have passed since the disastrous audition, and Willow was finally ready to face the Warehouse again. Her friends have been helping her prepare for this audition for weeks; Edward helped run the lines and songs for the fireworks show with her, Eilonwy taught her all of the dances and little mannerisms princesses needed to know, and Hunter gladly vented with her while they trained together for his security team evaluation. Willow felt confident that not only could she get the role, she would get the best damn show in the park -  the fireworks.

Except there wouldn’t be a fireworks show if the park shut down after the season. Willow’s dad was an engineer on Enchantra, and she knew that the allegations of poor upkeep causing the derailment were false. She’ll do anything to protect the park and her dad’s reputation, even if that means giving up on her dreams to be a princess forever.

Other Potential Characters:

Eilonwy Llyr // Performer - Princess

Eilonwy hated being a princess, but every time there was an opening for a knight, she was passed over. It didn’t help that she was an exceptionally good princess, so casting never wanted to give her the role she really wanted. And she’d be an amazing knight! She could outride and outperform most of the current roster. But this was her year! Eilonwy was going to become a knight, or so help her, she wouldn’t be coming back to the park at all.

Edward Andalasia // Performer - Prince

Everyone agreed, Edward was born to be a prince. He was a hit with the guests and crew alike, and had been the primary prince for the fireworks show for a few years now. It was hard to be on top, though, and Edward knew that several of his fellow castmates were willing to sink to any low to get his covetous role. He couldn’t help that he didn’t like the drama that most of the performers seemed to revel in, and was instead content to just hang out with Eilonwy, Willow, and Hunter outside of work. With the help of his friends, can he remain the gleaming Prince Charming of the Magick Kingdom?

Hunter Belos // Performer - Knight

Hunter’s taken the security evaluation test three times. He passed the written exam with flying colors every time, securing a perfect score last year, but every time he got to the physical exam, he never made it to the finish line. It was embarrassing, especially when he had to see the people who did make it through the test watching from the sidelines as he performed at Lyons Castle as the Golden Guard. This was his year, though; he was going to become a real security guard and leave his gleaming golden armor behind… Just as soon as he figured out how to convince the stablekeeper to let him keep his show mount, Flapjack, when he left.

Amity Blight // OPS - Ride Operator on Maleficent

Amity was not a Swynlake native, and she really didn’t get all the hype about the Magick Kingdom. It felt exploitative at best, with how often they bragged about the number of Magicks they hired. But it was the best paying job in town, and after going no contact with her parents, she needed the money to get into school and get her degree. She may have thought twice if she knew her ex-best friend, Willow, was working in OPS as well. Her parents had basically run the Parks off the Isles, and Amity didn’t know how to approach her now. Was the money really worth staying at this job? Hopefully next year the park would close and she wouldn’t have to make that decision at all.

[gobboguy]

**Chapter 6: Whispers of Rebellion**

The royal council chambers of Farfield Castle stood as a testament to the grandeur of a bygone era, reminiscent of a romantic 15th-century castle. Ornate tapestries adorned the stone walls, depicting epic battles, noble knights, and mythical creatures. The ceiling soared high above, supported by intricately carved wooden beams, and a massive crystal chandelier hung, casting a warm, golden glow upon the room. The air was heavy with the scent of polished wood, waxed floors, and the subtle fragrance of burning candles.

Seated around the massive round table were the members of the royal council, each occupying their designated place. King Roderick, the benevolent monarch of Farfield, sat at the head, his presence commanding respect. To his right was the frail yet determined Princess Eleanor, her delicate hand resting gently on her barely swollen belly, a testament to the new life growing within her. Beside her sat Alden, the Forest Protector, resplendent in shining silver armor, his expression vigilant and watchful.

The council comprised Lord Beeson of Pignarano, the Treasurer, whose sharp eyes missed nothing; Duke All-Saint of Berton, the Lord Warden, a man of staunch principles; Admiral Hobbs, the Lord Sailor, whose weathered face bore the marks of countless sea voyages, and Spy-Master Helb Swiftfoot, a goblin known for his cunning and resourcefulness.

The council chambers buzzed with a mix of anticipation and concern as the members discussed the unsettling rumors of an Orc rebellion in Fiuglia. Princess Eleanor, though visibly fragile, met the gazes of the council members with unwavering determination.

"The Orcs, a threat? Nonsense," scoffed Duke All-Saint, his voice laced with contempt. "They're too simple-minded to orchestrate a rebellion. Duke Fiu must have mishandled them."

Lord Beeson raised an eyebrow, surprise etched on his face. "I thought the Orcs were contained. How could Fiu have allowed this to happen?" he mused, his tone betraying his disbelief.

Alden's eyes met Lord Beeson's, his expression serious. "It's not just any Orc leading this rebellion," he interjected, his voice firm. "It's Lord Gelbeg. He was exiled from his people, and he possesses the intelligence to lead such an uprising. This rebellion must mark his return somehow..."

The others exchanged doubtful glances. The idea of an intelligent Orc seemed preposterous to them. Spy-Master Helb Swiftfoot leaned forward, his keen eyes narrowing in thought. "Intelligent or not, Gelbeg's rebellion threatens the stability of our region. We cannot afford to underestimate him," he cautioned, his goblin instincts sharp and alert.

Princess Eleanor, though pale and delicate, spoke with a quiet strength. "We must act swiftly and decisively. The safety of our kingdom depends on it." Her words resonated through the chamber, uniting the council members in their resolve to face the looming threat, a shadow that cast its darkness over the very heart of Farfield.

The council chambers fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their discussion settling upon the round table like a shroud. The fate of Fiuglia, now under the grip of the Orc rebellion, hung in the balance. The council members, their expressions grim, delved into the delicate matter of strategizing a siege to reclaim the captured city.

"We must consider the incoming refugees," Lord Beeson said, his voice laced with concern. "Only 10% of Fiuglia's population has survived. We'll need to accommodate and care for them."

Duke All-Saint snorted dismissively. "Survival of the fittest. We can't coddle every weak soul that makes it to our gates," he retorted, his tone callous.

Spy-Master Helb Swiftfoot leaned forward, his goblin eyes sharp and calculating. "We need to understand our enemy. Orcs may possess brute strength, but they lack the wit to match their power. Their biology, while robust, is simple. We can exploit their weaknesses," he suggested, his mind already at work on potential strategies.

King Roderick, his insecurity palpable, hesitated. "Perhaps we shouldn't make a fuss. We could handle this quietly," he suggested, attempting to downplay the severity of the situation.

Duke All-Saint's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "A fuss, Your Majesty, is what Farfield needs right now. We cannot afford complacency. We must call the banners, marshal our forces, and face this threat head-on," he asserted, his voice firm and unyielding.

King Roderick, under the pressure of Duke All-Saint's unwavering gaze, acquiesced. "Very well, we'll call the banners," he conceded, his tone lacking the confidence his words suggested.

Then, Duke All-Saint's steely gaze bore into Alden before he shifted his gaze to King Roderick, a silent threat hanging in the air. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice cutting through the room like a blade, "we need every advantage we can get. Alden's expertise is not to be wasted. Farfield demands his service on the front lines. You cannot afford to deny us that." The unspoken implication of what might befall Farfield without Alden's assistance loomed heavily in the room, and under the weight of Duke All-Saint's unwavering determination, King Roderick relented, his reluctant acceptance sealing Alden's fate. He looked to Alden meekly and simply said: "Alden...I...Farfield..."

In a corner, Alden, the Forest Protector, exchanged a worried glance with Princess Eleanor. She began to protest, but he had already made up his mind. "I will go with the armies. My knowledge of plant life could prove invaluable in the upcoming battles," he assured her, his eyes reflecting determination.

Eleanor's eyes softened with concern. "But Alden, it's dangerous. I don't want to lose you," she protested, her voice breaking slightly.

Alden gently cupped her cheek, his touch tender. "I must serve Farfield, my love. I promise I will return to you," he vowed, his words carrying the weight of his devotion.

The council concluded, and Alden helped Eleanor rise from her seat, supporting her as they left the chambers. Together, they walked back to their room, the weight of Farfield's fate heavy on their shoulders, yet their love and determination shining as a beacon in the encroaching darkness.

[theotakufiles]

Queen's Knight Manga

Queen's Knight is an intriguing fantasy series that follows the journey of Princess Lillian, a courageous and determined young woman with a deep longing for adventure. Set in the medieval kingdom of Silvercrest, she defies societal expectations to become a knight and protect her beloved home from looming threats.

As Lillian begins her training as a squire, she discovers a hidden prophecy foretelling the rise of an ancient evil that could plunge her kingdom into darkness. Alongside her loyal companions - including her witty best friend Rosalind and enigmatic mentor Sir Edmund - Lillian embarks on an epic quest to locate powerful artifacts scattered across the land.

Together, they face treacherous trials, encounter mythical creatures, and navigate perilous dungeons as they uncover secrets long forgotten. As they inch closer to their goal, dark forces conspire against them, seeking to exploit their weaknesses and halt their mission at all costs.

But beneath it all lies a personal battle for Lillian as well. Struggling against doubts and insecurities, she must find inner strength to prove herself worthy of wearing the knight's mantle. With each victory or setback shaping her growth as both warrior and leader, Princess Lillian becomes entangled in transcendent discoveries about herself and unbreakable bonds with those fighting by her side.

The journey becomes even more complex when unexpected allies emerge from unlikely places, challenging everything Lillian thought she knew about trust and loyalty. Friendships are tested; alliances forged; betrayals weighed heavily upon hearts.

Amidst political alliances shifting like shadows and romance blossoming with forbidden love interests, Queen's Knight explores themes of identity, sacrifice, resilience and loyalty in a richly magic-infused world teeming with danger at every turn. As silver swords clash against malevolent sorcery spilling crimson power into battlefields soaked in heroism- readers are swept away on this thrilling adventure where one woman must defy destiny itself to save everything she holds dear.

Hello manga lovers! Are you a fan of captivating storylines, stunning artwork, and unforgettable characters? If so, then it's time to support the incredibly talented manga author behind 'Queen's Knight Manga.' Don't miss out on immersing yourself in this gripping tale by purchasing the manga at gekimanga.com. Join us in celebrating this extraordinary artist's work - get your copies now and let us embark on an unforgettable journey through the pages of 'Queen's Knight Manga' together!

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“SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS (2021) Review

"SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS" (2021) Review

I might as well put my cards on the table. I have not fully admired the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) since the beginning of its third phase. Nor do I believe that its Phase Four had improved matters. With the exception of a handful of movies and television series. One of those exceptions proved to be the franchise's 25th film, "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS".

The 2021 movie is not an exact adaptation of the Marvel Comics superhero, who had debuted in the comic books back in 1973. However, director-screenwriter Destin Daniel Cretton and his fellow screenwriters, Dave Callaham and Andrew Lanham, used elements from the comic books to create not only an interesting backstory for the leading character, but also a solid narrative for the film. "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS" began with a warrior named Xu Wenwu, who discovers a set of ten mystical rings that gave him power and immortality. Utilizing the rings and his army, Wenwu (who acquired the name of "the Mandarin") created the Ten Rings criminal organization that conquered or toppled many governments throughout the centuries. In 1996, Wenwu engaged in a search for Ta Lo, a village said to harbor mythical beasts. While traveling through a magical forest to the village entrance, he was stopped by one of the village's guardians, Ying Li. The two fell in love, and when the Ta Lo villagers rejected Wenwu, Li chose to leave with him. They married and conceived two children, Shang-Chi and Xialing. Wenwu abandoned his organization and locked away the ten rings. The Xu family's happiness did not last very long. Wenwu's old enemies, the Iron Gang, murdered Li in an act of revenge when Shang-Chi was seven years old. Wenwu used the ten rings to massacre the Iron Gang members and resumed leadership of his old organization. Then he forced Shang-Chi to undergo a brutal training in martial arts but prevented Xialing from being trained. When Shang-Chi was fourteen, Wenwu sent him to assassinate the Iron Gang's leader. After completing his mission, a traumatized Shang-Chi ran away to San Francisco, California and adopted the name "Shaun". During his time in the United States, "Shaun" learned English, and eventually became a valet at an exclusive San Francisco hotel along with his best friend, Katy aka Chen Ruiwen. While riding a local bus, Shaun and Katy found themselves under attack by members of the Ten Rings organization. Wenwu had ordered them to steal Shaun's pendant, given to him by his late mother. Despite a brutal fight that left most of the assailants unconscious and the bus seriously damaged; one Ten Rings warrior, Razor Fist, managed to steal Shaun's pendant. Suspecting that his father might also want the pendant given to Xialing; Shang-Chi and Katy travel to Macau to warn his sister. And the trio eventually found themselves swept into a situation in which a threat larger than Wenwu, loomed ahead. Many fans have declared either 2022's "SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME", "BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER" or "SHANG-CHIAND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS" as the best movie of the MCU's Phase Four. My choice? None of them. But I will admit that I enjoyed all three films. Especially "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS". The latter film struck me as a poignant family drama at the heart of a movie filled with humor, pathos, action and magic. In fact, it occurred to me that the movie reminded me of the STAR WARS saga's Skywalker Family Saga - at least the six films produced and directed by George Lucas. Seriously. The Xu Shang-Chi character is basically Luke Skywalker, his sister Xialing could be Princess Leia Organa (only not adopted) and his parents Wenwu and Li - Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala. Only the Xu family's family narrative differed . . . somewhat. Wenwu's inability to recover from his wife's death led to the family's breakup, and an even more dangerous Big Bad to exploit his grief. Sounds family? However, the poignant flashbacks of Wenwu and Li's courtship, those happy years before Li's death, along with the drama that surrounded Shang-Chi and Xialing's resentment and fear toward their father really cemented "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS" as a family drama. However, the movie did have its share of action sequences. I had nothing against Shang-Chi's reunion with Xialing, which resulted in a funny fight scene inside her Macau fight club; or the siblings' attempt to prevent the Ten Rings from taking her pendant on the construction site outside of her club (a scene that produced memories of another from the 2001 movie, "RUSH HOUR 2"). Also, Shang-Chi's fight against Wenwu in the movie's final action sequence struck me as pretty solid. But I had to choose two sequences that really impressed me, they had to be the one in which Wenwu and Li first met, when she prevented him from entering Ta Lo; and Shang-Chi's fight against the Ten Ring operatives aboard a San Francisco bus. What I really enjoyed about Wenwu and Li's fight is that it started out as a serious confrontation and slowly developed into a sly, yet romantic dance between two people who had become attracted to one another. I believe Tony Leung and Fala Chen's performances made this transformation both believable and very entertaining. For me, the movie's most thrilling fight scene - hell, action scene - was Shang-Chi's fight against some of the Ten Rings operatives aboard a moving San Francisco bus. I would say it was one of the best action sequences I have ever seen in a MCU film. Not only did leading man Simu Liu and the fight choreography team led by Andy Cheung and the late Brad Allan created an exciting fight, but leading lady Awkwafina and cast of supporting performers, cinematographer William Pope and especially director Destin Daniel Cretton all contributed to the sequence's action, thrills and some very sharp humor. I certainly do not have any complaints about the performances in "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS". The latter featured solid performances from Randolph Fields, Charlotte Leonie, Jodie Long, Jayden Zhang, Arnold Sun, Wah Yuen, Kunal Dudheker, a very imposing Florian Munteanu and Stephanie Hsu. The movie also featured cameos from the likes of Benedict Wong (as Wong), Tsai Chin (whom I have not seen since the Marvel series, "AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D."), Tim Roth (or perhaps I should say a CGI image of Abomination aka Emil Blonsky), and a surprising and funny Ronny Chieng. It was nice seeing Michelle Yeoh, who portrayed Shang-Chi and Xialing's aunt Ying Nan. But if I must be honest, I found her performance solid and serviceable - and nothing else. The performances that stood out for me came from the likes of Meng'er Zhang, who portrayed Xu Xialing, Wenwu and Li's only daughter. I thought Zhang did a first-rate job of conveying Xialing's anger and resentment toward both her father and older brother. She also did an excellent job of revealing how the Xu family's break-up had affected her family. Not many people approved of Ben Kingsley's return as Trevor Slattery, the actor who had been hired to impersonate the Mandarin in 2013's "IRON MAN 3". I had no problems seeing Kingsley in the role again. He was funny as ever and it felt nice to see Slattery express remorse for his false portrayal of Wenwu and come out of his situation as a better man. Fala Chen gave an elegant, yet slightly sly performance as Ying Li, whose warmth and strong will kept the Xu family together, while she lived. Awkwafina proved to be as hilarious as ever with her portrayal of "Katy" Chen, Shang-Chi's somewhat witty best friend. Not only was Awkwafina funny, I thought she did an excellent job of conveying Katy's difficulty in finding a solid direction in her life and reactions to her friend's past and the world of the Ten Rings and Ta Lo. If I had to give the award for the film's best performance, I would hand it to Tony Leung's portrayal of Xu Wenwu, Shang-Chi's father and leader of the Ten Rings. Leung did a masterful job of portraying a complex man, whose decisions led him toward a path of a loving family man, feared parent, villainy and convenient tool for a bigger villain. More importantly, I found Leung's performance skillful, subtle and worthy of a major acting award. You know, looking back at Leung's portrayal of the "Mandarin", I found myself wondering why Marvel Films/Disney had originally thought that casting an European actress was the only way to avoid any Asian clichés of the Ancient One character in 2016's "DOCTOR STRANGE". Some film critic had expressed disappointment that actor Simu Liu's portrayal of Xu Shang-Chi was not as charismatic as his true self. I found this criticism rather ridiculous, if I must be honest. Since when was Shang-Chi supposed to be a "charismatic" or extroverted personality in the first place? I certainly did not get that impression of the character as a young boy. Following my viewing of "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS", I came away with the impression that Xu Shang-Li was a reserved child forced to tap into his aggression by a grief-stricken father, obsessed with revenge. I also came away with the impression that Shang-Chi's time in the U.S. and his friendship with Katy gave him an outlet to forget his past and just enjoy life. But the return of Wenwu and the Ten Rings in his life forced him to realize he had to face his past. THIS is what I came away with Simu Liu's portrayal of Shang-Chi. And I thought he did an excellent job in conveying every emotional beat of the character's adult life through most of the film. I wish I could end this review with a declaration that "SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS" was a perfect movie. Or even one of the best in the MCU franchise. But I believe the movie possessed enough flaws for me to not come to that conclusion. My first complaint centered around the Wong-Abomination fight at Xialing's fight club. What on earth were they doing there? Why did Wong break Abomination/Blonsky out of prison for a match in the first place? The Disney-Plus series, "SHE-HULK: ATTONEY-AT-LAW" actually provided an answer and it proved to be pretty lame in my eyes. However, I believe most of the film's problems had materialized in the film's second half - when Shang-Chi, Katy, Xialing and Slattery arrived at the mystical realm of Ta Lo. At this point, the film into the typical MCU film finale. The major protagonists prepare for a fight against a deadly foe. A battle ensues - first against the Ten Rings and later, against the film's real Big Bad. And yes, the battle had its moments of the usual MCU humor - especially from Ben Kingsley and Awkwafina. I am only thankful that audiences were spared the usual Marvel wit. There is the issue of Katy's participation in this battle. The movie had hinted her talent as a skillful driver. But can someone please explain how she had become a talented archer within a space of a few hours (or days)? You know, a part of me wishes Wenwu had turned out to be the film's main villain. Unfortunately, the "the Dweller-in-Darkness" (which had originated in Marvel Comics) was no Emperor Palpatine. Instead of a demon, the Dweller-in-Darkness turned out to be a mystical soul-consuming dragon that used Wenwu's grief and ten rings to break free and enter Ta Lo. And the battle between Dweller-in-Darkness, the main protagonists and another dragon called the Great Protector. Needless to say, I was not impressed by this final action sequence. I found it clumsy, overwrought and at times confusing. You know . . . the typical MCU grand finale. I would never regard "SHANG-CHI AND THE TEN RINGS" as one of my favorite comic book movies or MCU films. But I still believe it was definitely better than average, thanks to director Destin Daniel Cretton. After all, the film did feature some top-notch action sequences, a decent narrative and first-rate performances from a cast led by Simu Liu.

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Fantastical Book Covers & Asian-Inspired Fantasies

A Magic Steeped in Poison by Judy I. Lin

I used to look at my hands with pride. Now all I can think is, "These are the hands that buried my mother." For Ning, the only thing worse than losing her mother is knowing that it's her own fault. She was the one who unknowingly brewed the poison tea that killed her—the poison tea that now threatens to also take her sister, Shu. When Ning hears of a competition to find the kingdom's greatest shennong-shi—masters of the ancient and magical art of tea-making—she travels to the imperial city to compete. The winner will receive a favor from the princess, which may be Ning's only chance to save her sister's life. But between the backstabbing competitors, bloody court politics, and a mysterious (and handsome) boy with a shocking secret, Ning might actually be the one in more danger.

Daughter of the Moon Goddess by Sue Lynn Tan, Kuri Huang (Illustrator)

A captivating debut fantasy inspired by the legend of Chang'e, the Chinese moon goddess, in which a young woman’s quest to free her mother pits her against the most powerful immortal in the realm. Growing up on the moon, Xingyin is accustomed to solitude, unaware that she is being hidden from the feared Celestial Emperor who exiled her mother for stealing his elixir of immortality. But when Xingyin’s magic flares and her existence is discovered, she is forced to flee her home, leaving her mother behind. Alone, powerless, and afraid, she makes her way to the Celestial Kingdom, a land of wonder and secrets. Disguising her identity, she seizes an opportunity to learn alongside the emperor's son, mastering archery and magic, even as passion flames between her and the prince. To save her mother, Xingyin embarks on a perilous quest, confronting legendary creatures and vicious enemies across the earth and skies. But when treachery looms and forbidden magic threatens the kingdom, she must challenge the ruthless Celestial Emperor for her dream—striking a dangerous bargain in which she is torn between losing all she loves or plunging the realm into chaos.

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh, Kuri Huang (Illustrator)

Deadly storms have ravaged Mina’s homeland for generations. Floods sweep away entire villages, while bloody wars are waged over the few remaining resources. Her people believe the Sea God, once their protector, now curses them with death and despair. In an attempt to appease him, each year a beautiful maiden is thrown into the sea to serve as the Sea God’s bride, in the hopes that one day the “true bride” will be chosen and end the suffering. Many believe that Shim Cheong, the most beautiful girl in the village—and the beloved of Mina’s older brother Joon—may be the legendary true bride. But on the night Cheong is to be sacrificed, Joon follows Cheong out to sea, even knowing that to interfere is a death sentence. To save her brother, Mina throws herself into the water in Cheong’s stead. Swept away to the Spirit Realm, a magical city of lesser gods and mythical beasts, Mina seeks out the Sea God, only to find him caught in an enchanted sleep. With the help of a mysterious young man named Shin—as well as a motley crew of demons, gods and spirits—Mina sets out to wake the Sea God and bring an end to the killer storms once and for all. But she doesn’t have much time: A human cannot live long in the land of the spirits. And there are those who would do anything to keep the Sea God from waking…

Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel

“I was born on the full moon under an auspicious constellation, the holiest of positions — much good it did me.” So begins Kaikeyi’s story. The only daughter of the kingdom of Kekaya, she is raised on tales about the might and benevolence of the gods: how they churned the vast ocean to obtain the nectar of immortality, how they vanquish evil and ensure the land of Bharat prospers, and how they offer powerful boons to the devout and the wise. Yet she watches as her father unceremoniously banishes her mother, listens as her own worth is reduced to how great a marriage alliance she can secure. And when she calls upon the gods for help, they never seem to hear. Desperate for some measure of independence, she turns to the texts she once read with her mother and discovers a magic that is hers alone. With this power, Kaikeyi transforms herself from an overlooked princess into a warrior, diplomat, and most favored queen, determined to carve a better world for herself and the women around her. But as the evil from her childhood stories threatens the cosmic order, the path she has forged clashes with the destiny the gods have chosen for her family. And Kaikeyi must decide if resistance is worth the destruction it will wreak — and what legacy she intends to leave behind.

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YA SFF Books by Black Authors 

A Song Below Water by Bethany C. Morrow: About the strength of black sisterhood set in Portland, OR, best friends Tavi and Effie discover their true supernatural identity when Effie starts being haunted by demons from her past, and Tavia accidentally lets out her magical siren voice during a police stop.

A Chorus Rises (A Song Below Water #2) by Bethany C. Morrow: Teen influencer Naema Bradshaw is an Eloko, a person who’s gifted with a song that woos anyone who hears it. Everyone loves her — well, until she's cast as the awful person who exposed Tavia’s secret siren powers. When a new, flourishing segment of Naema’s online supporters start targeting black girls, however, Naema must discover the true purpose of her magical voice.

A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A. Brown: Inspired by West African folklore in which a grieving crown princess, Karina, and a desperate refugee, Malik, find themselves on a collision course to murder each other, despite their growing attraction.

Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor: Sunny Nwazue, an American-born albino child of Nigerian parents, moves with her family back to Nigeria, where she learns that she has latent magical powers which she and three similarly gifted friends use to catch a serial killer.

Akata Warrior (Akata Witch #2) by Nnedi Okorafor: Now stronger, feistier, and a bit older, Sunny Nwazue, along with her friends from the the Leopard Society, travel through worlds, both visible and invisible, to the mysterious town of Osisi, where they fight in a climactic battle to save humanity.

Bad Witch Burning by Jessica Lewis: For fans of Us and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina comes a witchy story full of black girl magic as one girl’s dark ability to summon the dead offers her a chance at a new life, while revealing to her an even darker future.

Beasts Made of Night by Tochi Onyebuchi: After he eats the sin of a royal, Taj, a talented aki, or sin-eater who consumes the guilt of others whose transgressions are exorcised from them by powerful but corrupt Mages, is drawn into a plot to destroy the city, and he must fight to save the princess he loves and his own life.

Beasts of Prey by Ayana Gray: Two Black teenagers, talented Beastkeeper Koffi and warrior-in-training Ekon, must trek into a magical jungle to take down an ancient creature menacing the city of Lkossa, before they become the hunted.

The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton: In the opulent world of Orléans, where Beauty is a commodity only a few control, Belle Camellia Beauregard will learn the dark secrets behind her powers, and rise up to change the world. 

A Blade So Black by L.L. McKinney: A whimsical and butt-kicking Alice in Wonderland retelling featuring a black teen heroine who battles Nightmares in the dark and terrifying dream realm known as Wonderland. 

Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves: 16-year-old Hanna reunites with her estranged mother in an East Texas town that is haunted with doors to dimensions of the dead and protected by demon hunters called Mortmaine.

Blood Like Magic by Liselle Sambury: Set in near-future Toronto in which, after failing to come into her powers, 16-year-old Black witch Voya Thomas must choose between losing her family’s magic forever or murdering her first love.

The Bones of Ruin by Sarah Raughley: Set in Victorian England, African tightrope walker Iris cannot die; but soon gets drafted in the fight-to-the-death tournament of freaks where she learns the terrible truth of who and what she really is.

The Cost of Knowing by Brittney Morris: A gripping, evocative novel about Black teen Alex Rufus, who has the power to see into the future, and whose life turns upside down when he foresees his younger brother’s imminent death.

Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi: 17-year-old Zélie and companions journey to a mythic island seeking a chance to bring back magic to the land of Orïsha, in a fantasy world infused with the textures of West Africa.

Children of Virtue and Vengeance (Legacy of Orïsha #2) by Tomi Adeyemi: After battling the impossible, Zélie and Amari have finally succeeded in bringing magic back to the land of Orïsha. But with civil war looming on the horizon, Zélie finds herself at a breaking point: she must discover a way to bring the kingdom together or watch as Orïsha tears itself apart.

Cinderella Is Dead by Kalynn Bayron: 16-year-old Sophia would much rather marry Erin, her childhood best friend, than parade in front of suitors. At the ball, Sophia flees, hiding in Cinderella’s mausoleum. There, she meets Constance, the last known descendant of Cinderella and her step sisters. Together they vow to bring down the king once and for all.

The Cost of Knowing by Brittney Morris: A gripping, evocative novel about Black teen Alex Rufus, who has the power to see into the future, and whose life turns upside down when he foresees his younger brother’s imminent death.

Crown of Thunder (Beasts Made of Night #2) by Tochi Onyebuchi: Taj has escaped Kos, but Queen Karima will go to any means necessary--including using the most deadly magic--to track him down. 

A Crown So Cursed (Nightmare Verse #3) by L.L. McKinney: Alice is ready to jump into battle when she learns that someone is building an army of Nightmares to attack the mortal world, before she learns of a personal connection to Wonderland.

Daughters of Jubilation by Kara Lee Corthron: In Jim Crow South, black teen Evalene Deschamps finds her place among a family of women gifted with magical abilities, known as jubilation - a gift passed down from generations of black women since the time of slavery.

Dread Nation by Justina Ireland: The Civil War is over, but mostly because the dead rose at Gettysburg—and then started rising everywhere else. Fighting the undead is a breeze for Jane McKenne, an Attendant, trained in both weaponry and etiquette to protect the well-to-do. But the fight for freedom? That’s a different story.

Deathless Divide (Dread Nation #2) by Justina Ireland: After the fall of Summerland, Jane McKeene hoped her life would get simpler. But nothing is easy when you’re a girl trained in putting down the restless dead, and a devastating loss on the road to Nicodermus has Jane questioning everything she thought she knew about surviving in 1880’s America.

A Dream So Dark (Nightmare Verse #2) by L.L. McKinney: Still reeling from her recent battle (and grounded until she graduates) Alice must cross the Veil to rescue her friends and stop the Black Knight once and for all in Wonderland.

Early Departures by Justin A. Reynolds: Jamal’s best friend Q is brought back to life after a freak accident … but they only have a short time together before he will die again.  How can Jamal fix his friendship without the truth?

Fate of Flames by Sarah Raughley:  Before they can save the world from the monstrous phantoms, four girls who have the power to control the classical elements: earth, air, fire, and water must first try to figure out how to work together. 

For All Time by Shanna Miles: Tamar and Fayard, two Black teens, are fated to repeat their love story across hundreds of lifetimes, from 14th-century Mali to the distant future, as they struggle to break the cycle.

The Gilded Ones by Namina Forna: Inspired by the culture of West Africa, a feminist fantasy debut traces the experiences of 16-year-old Deka, who is invited to leave her discriminatory village to join the emperor’s army of near-immortal women warriors.

The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis: The country of Arketta calls them Good Luck Girls--they know their luck is anything but. Sold to a "welcome house" as children and branded with cursed markings. When Clementine accidentally kills a man, the girls risk a dangerous escape to find freedom, justice, and revenge.

Kingdom of Souls by Rena Barron: Set in a West African-inspired fantasy kingdom, Arrah comes from a long line of powerful witchdoctors, yet fails at magic. When Arrah trade years off her life for magic to stop the Demon King from destroying the world—that is if it doesn’t kill her first.

Legacy of Light (The Effgies #3) by Sarah Raughley: After Saul’s strike on Oslo—one seemingly led by Maia herself—the Effigies’ reputation is in shambles. Belle has gone rogue, Chae Rin and Lake have disappeared, and the Sect is being dismantled and replaced by a terrifying new world order helmed by Blackwell. If the Effigies can’t put the pieces together soon, there may not be much left of the world they’ve fought so desperately to save.

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn: In this King Arthur retelling, Black teen Bree Matthews infiltrates a secret society of powerful magic wielders to find out the truth behind her mother’s untimely death.

Mem by Bethany C. Morrow: In alternate reality Montreal (1925), a young woman’s personality is the result of a startling experimental procedure, leaving her to struggle with the question of who she really is.

Miles Morales, Spider-Man by Jason Reynolds: But Miles Morales accidentally discovers a villainous teacher's plan to turn good kids bad, he will need to come to terms with his own destiny as the new Spider-man. 

Oh My Gods by Alexandra Sheppard: Half-mortal teenager Helen Thomas goes to live with her father—who is Zeus, masquerading as a university professor—and must do her best to keep the family secret intact.

The Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds: After falling for Kate, her unexpected death sends Jack back in time to the moment they first met, but he soon learns that his actions have consequences when someone else close to him dies.

Orleans by Sherri L. Smith: Set in a futuristic, hostile Orleans landscape, Fen de la Guerre must deliver her tribe leader's baby over the Wall into the Outer States before her blood becomes tainted with Delta Fever. 

Nubia: Real One by L.L. McKinney & Robyn Smith: When Nubia’s best friend, Quisha, is threatened by a boy who thinks he owns the town, Nubia will risk it all—her safety, her home, and her crush on that cute kid in English class—to become the hero society tells her she isn’t.

A Phoenix First Must Burn: 16 Stories of Black Girl Magic, Resistance, and Hope edited by Patrice Caldwell: Filled with stories of love and betrayal, strength and resistance, this collection contains an array of complex and true-to-life characters in which you cannot help but see yourself reflected. Witches and scientists, sisters and lovers, priestesses and rebels.

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron: In this contemporary fantasy inspired by The Secret Garden, Black teen Briseis has a gift: she can grow plants with a single touch. Up against a centuries-old curse and the deadliest plant on earth, Bri must harness her gift to protect herself and her family, when a nefarious group comes after her in search of a rare and dangerous immortality elixir.

A Psalm of Storm and Silence (A Song of Wraiths and Ruin #2) by Roseanne A. Brown: As the fabric holding Sonande together begins to tear, Malik and Karina once again find themselves torn between their duties and their desires.

A Queen of Gilded Horns (A River of Royal Blood #2) by Amanda Joy: After learning the truth of her heritage, Eva is on the run with her sister Isa as her captive, but with the Queendom of Myre on the brink of revolution, Eva and Isa must make peace with each other to save their kingdom.

Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko: In a West African-inspired empire, Tarisai is raised by The Lady and sent to kill the Crown Prince once she gains his trust. Tarisai won’t stand by and become someone’s pawn—but is she strong enough to choose a different path for herself?

Redemptor (Raybearer #2) by Jordan Ifueko: For the first time, an Empress Redemptor sits on Aritsar's throne. To appease the sinister spirits of the dead, Tarisai must now anoint a council of her own, coming into her full power as a Raybearer.

The Ravens by Danielle Page & Kass Morgan: The sisters of Kappu Rho Nu share a secret: they’re a coven of witches. For Vivi Deveraux, being one of Kappa Rho Nu’s Ravens means getting a chance to redefine herself. For Scarlett Winters, a bonafide Raven and daughter of a legacy Raven. When Vivi and Scarlett are paired as big and little for initiation, they find themselves sinking into the sinister world of blood oaths and betrayals.

Rebel Sisters (War Girls #2) by Tochi Onyebuchi: Though they are working toward common goals of helping those who suffered, Ify and Uzo are worlds apart. But when a mysterious virus breaks out among the children in the Space Colonies, their paths collide.

Reaper of Souls (Kingdom of Souls #2) by Rena Barron: After so many years yearning for the gift of magic, Arrah has the one thing she’s always wanted—at a terrible price. But the Demon King’s shadow looms closer than she thinks. And as Arrah struggles to unravel her connection to him, defeating him begins to seem more and more impossible.

A River of Royal Blood by Amanda Joy: A North African-inspired feminist fantasy in which two sisters, Eva and Isa must compete in a magical duel to the death for the right to inherit the queendom of Myre.  

Slice of Cherry by Dia Reeves: In Portero, Texas, teens Kit and Fancy Cordelle, daughters of the infamous Bonesaw Killer, bring two boys with similar tendencies to a world of endless possibilities they have discovered behind a mysterious door.

Siege of Shadows (The Effigies #2) by Sarah Raughley:  After Saul reappears with an army of soldiers with Effigy-like abilities, threatening to unleash the monstrous Phantoms, e-year-old Maia and the other Effigies hope to defeat him by discovering the source of their power over the four classical elements, but they are betrayed by the Sect and bogged down by questions about the previous Fire Effigy's murder.

The Sisters of Reckoning (The Good Luck Girls #2) by Charlotte Nicole Davis: The blockbuster sequel to an alternate Old West-set commercial fantasy adventure.

The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow: Set in the near-future, in which a captive teen human and a young alien leader—bonded by their love of forbidden books and music—embark on a desperate road trip as they attempt to overturn alien rule and save humankind. 

War Girls by Tochi Onyebuchi: Set in a futuristic, Black Panther-inspired Nigeria, sisters Onyii and Ify, separated by a devastating civil war, must fight their way back to each other against all odds.

Vessel by Sarah Beth Durst: When the goddess Bayla fails to take over Liyana's body, Liyana's people abandon her in the desert to find a more worthy vessel, but she soon meets Korbyn, who says the souls of seven deities have been stolen and he needs Liyana's help to find them.

The Weight of Stars by K. Ancrum: After a horrific accident brings loners Ryann and Alexandria together, Ryann learns that Alexandria's mother is an astronaut who volunteered for a one-way trip to the edge of the solar system.

White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson: Black teen Marigold and her blended family move into a newly renovated, picture-perfect home in a dilapidated Midwestern city, and are haunted by what she thinks are ghosts, but might be far worse.

Wings of Ebony by J. Elle: Black teen Rue, from a poor neighborhood who, after learning she is half-human, half-goddess, must embrace both sides of her heritage to unlock her magic and destroy the racist gods poisoning her neighborhood with violence, drugs, and crime.

Witches Steeped in Gold by Ciannon Thomas: In this Jamaican-inspired fantasy debut, two witches from enemy castes—one seeking power, and one seeking revenge—will stop at nothing to overthrow the witch queen, even if it means forming an alliance with each other and unleashing chaos on their island nation.

Within These Wicked Walls by Lauren Blackwood: An Ethiopian-inspired Jane Eyre retelling in which an unlicensed debtera, or exorcist, Andromeda, is hired to rid a castle of its dangerous curses, only to fall in love with Magnus Rochester, a boy whose life hangs in the balance.

Yesterday Is History by Kosoko Jackson: Black teen Andre Cobb undergoes a liver transplant and as a side effect winds up slipping through time from present-day Boston to 1969 NYC on the eve of the Stonewall riots, delivering a story that is part romance, part gay history, and part time-travel drama, exploring how far we have and haven't come. 

[dienamights]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖉 | 𝕶.𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 | ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝖨

Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.

For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.

The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

✎ Word count: 3K

✎ Caution(!): None for this chapter

✎ Taglist: OPEN

✎ Author’s notes: I hope you enjoy!! thank you sm for being patient with me :((

⤆ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Ⅱ ⤇

“I am not here to ask for her hand in marriage, I am here on behalf of my father, Princess y/n is to wed His Majesty, Enji Todoroki, the King the Protectorate of Sha.”

“What!?” you give a loud screech, the sound of your chair scraping against the floor adding to the effect of your dramatic stance, standing up again to glare at the prince - no piss colored eye prick is gonna freak you out this time… hopefully.

“This is preposterous.” your father howls, the scroll scrunching in his grip as it tightens, whatever warmth his eyes held when the prince first arrived is now all gone, replaced by cold blooded rage. “It's embarrassing that you even think we’ll even consider this offer.” he bellowed, his initial glare only hardening when it didn't faze the prince standing in front of him.

“Guards,” the king calls hastefully, and not even a blink later, the room is surrounded by dozens of them, all on guard and waiting for a signal to pull their swords from their sheaths, not hesitating to spill blood when their king orders it. “Prince Shoto. Your stay has been short of pleasant, you are to be escorted with your carts, your good for nothing troika back to where you came from.”

You’re not sure what you're more surprised about, the fact that your father is defending you after all that he's done to you himself, or the fact that the prince doesn't seem all that bothered. You gaze at the dual-haired man, trying to catch sight of the golden glint of his eye, but there’s nothing, and you almost disregard that it even happened in the first place.

The king stands tall, his queen by his side, both with a look of disappointment that you memorize like the back of your hand, relieved that even if for once, it isn’t directed at you.

“Your majesty,” Prince Shoto calls, still nonchalant despite the looming shadows over his form as he leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “The scroll... “ You can only imagine what he thinks of, are his shoulders shaking in fear? Or rage? You honestly are too scared to ask.

Yet your father is careless about it, dropping the crumbled sheet haphazardly on the table and unraveling it. You expect him to scoff, that demeaning breath of air that mocked you every time you invested a single second in the things that you loved to do. Maybe a laugh, the sound that haunts you every time your eyes glance at the castle walls, wishing for nothing but to discover what is beyond them.

But, the way his breath catches in his throat has you rigid, only then realizing that you haven’t moved a single inch since you stood at the revealed news, you approach your father, your strides so heavy you thought your shoes were nailed to the ground when you tried taking your first step, but when you do take that initial leap, the rest just don’t seem that simpler.

Your wavering eyes glance over to the scroll, the writing smudged from what you’re assuming is the prince’s travels, or maybe it was the amount of sweat your father is producing that is dripping heavily on it. Your sight falls upon the bizarre language at the bottom, particularly when your father runs his wrinkly thumb against it and smudges it even more, almost like he’s trying to rub it out, especially when your hand falls atop his to move it away to try and decipher what it says.

“The emperor of the Szithians issued an order. Your daughter is to accompany me back to the Protectorate of Sha in a week’s time, she is to wed the king, and she is to live amongst her people there.” You can’t really tell what the prince is saying, the entire world around you is muted when your eyes fall on the first few words. Szithian… Krahn forest is located in Szithian, isn’t it?

You only breathe out a scoff, much like that of your father’s after hearing it one too many times, you can almost feel your body shiver at the way only the sound makes you feel, even if it slips past your own lips. “What the actual hell are you talking about?!”

“You’re throwing out names thinking it’ll faze his majesty?” You round the table, every click your shoes make ringing in your ears, judging how unladylike you’re being, how unfitting of royalty you actually are.

No, screw everything about being royal and a part of this castle, screw everyone for making choices for you, screw this life you’re forced to live.

For the first time in your life, you realize how big of an impact your father’s ego has on your life, how mighty he saw himself, indestructible, and even if you don’t believe it, you’ll use it to daunt the prince, chase him and his stupid army of carts away from your kingdom, from your home, from your entire life.

“I see…” your father’s tight voice stops you in your tracks, breath hitching in your throat when you realize how defeated he really seems. How beaten down, how he sounds like he’s about to say…

“If that’s the case then… I accept your proposal.”

The world stops spinning, and your eyes, much like the fragile glass that surrounds your heart, shatters into a billion pieces, the shards falling into oblivion. You stop yourself from falling flat on your face when you lose balance, hands perched on the side of the table as your stomach aches as if it's being ripped open from the inside out. Overwhelmed and in absolute denial, you don’t dare lift your head from when you dropped your sight, eyes widened and clouded with tears as shuddering breaths slip past your lips.

“We will assign a room for your highness to settle in for as long as you see fit, o-of course after all of the-, the troubles of your travels-”

“We leave at the dawn of the seventh day, no day later.” You let out a more condescending puff of air, knowing how your father threatens the life of anyone who dares show the slightest disrespect to his majesty. Waiting, hoping, for him to ask the guards to take him away, maybe have his head, scoop those heterochromatic eyes and dump them in boiling water.

There he is, lips parted to spit out an order for his head…

“I understand.”

“...what?” you breathe out, voice breaking. “What about-”

“It's settled, her highness has that time to pack her things, she shan't be escorted by any of your majesty’s army nor escorts. From this day forth, Princess y/n is under the custody of the Protectorate of Sha and by default under the ruling of the emperor of Szithian.”

Is this a dream? Your face softens for a second at the possibility, bringing your hand closer to your face to bite at your fingernail, hissing when you bite into your skin, shaking your hand at the sting and gritting your teeth at the trail of blood on your finger.

You do the last thing you think you’ll ever do, you turn to look up at your father pleadingly, the thought of going down on your knees begging for him to decline that offer so close to being a reality, almost regretting ever wanting to see what’s beyond the castle walls, cooped up inside that hell prison sounding like paradise now that it's being snatched away from between your fingers. Yet, his voice pierces right through you with every syllable that he says.

“Understood.”

“So, that’s just it?” you screech, stepping away when your weeping mother approaches you to hold you close to her, to brush her hand against your cheek and shush your cries, what she does every time your father yells at you, shakes you to your core when you make one little mistake, when you step one foot out of line. Because the sound of your cries stressed his majesty, your sharp wails disturbed his guests, so she silenced you, tucked your whimpering self into bed, and waited for you to sleep with your tears glistening and dampening your cheeks.

“Aren’t you… fighting for me? I’m your daughter...”

You don't even wait for him to answer, too horrified of the decision he just made on behalf of yourself, turning around sharply to exit the room, shoving at the guard’s chest when his movement to push the doors open is too slow for your liking, he’s hindering your getaway, you don't want to see your father’s face, nor your mother’s, you just want to leave.

Running aimlessly down the hall, clouded vision obstructing your escape yet shaking your head to rid of your tears at the voice of your father calling the guards to bring Yui over, and to find you, to probably knock some sense into you. Yet you follow the path you taught yourself all these years, slipping through the empty dining room and darting behind a column in the gallery that overlooks the sitting room downstairs when the guards’ armors rattle behind you, hearing them curse when you’re quick to lose them.

Making your way down the spiral staircase at the end of the gallery, tripping over your dress and swearing when you hear it rip, kicking off your heels when their clicking gets too loud for you, distracting you when you try to think of where to go next, making your way to the other end of the castle while bunching up your dress above your knees, climbing the set of stairs to make it to the empty music room.

At the kiss of night the air took on a welcoming soothing quality, something you desperately need after your lungs burned with the sobs that wreck your body and the way your bare feet ran and jumped away from everyone, you push the gate to the balcony of the music room, closing the door behind you and holding your breath when you hear the men’s hurried stomps, dividing themselves to find you and get Yui, inhaling the air when their steps retreat as if you just remembered how to breathe again, stumbling and gripping the railing with trembling fingers, the view ahead of you blurring as tears cloud your vision, trickling down your warm cheeks.

A part of you has always known something like this would happen, how your father would wed you off of ‘his kingdom’, put up with the life you’re bound to live in as a royal in this world, being moved from one cage to another, like some displayed animal the people of Akhira awed at as they passed by.

You inhale the air as if you’d risen from the deepest parts of the ocean, but you’ve never felt more drowned in your life. A subtle knock on the brick wall pulls a gasp from you, the prince giving you an apologetic bow when you turn to face him.

“Your highness-”

“Knock it off…” you whimper, a broken lilt to your voice that has the prince’s form wavering, mismatched eyes following the trail of your kohl infused tears leaving their mark as they slide down your cheeks and drip from your chin.

“Forgive me, your-” he clears his throat at your half assed glare,

“His majesty was ecstatic about having found a suitor for you… prior to knowing it was my father.” he waits for a lull, a hum, any sound to urge him to carry on, but nothing, he does what he can, straighten his back and look ahead into the kingdom he's about to drag you away from.

"One moment I'm incredibly meaningful to him... when he suddenly sees some value in me, next minute I'm background at best.” you laugh bitterly as the wind kisses at your cheeks, and you wipe the smudged tears with the back of your hand, only looking up when the prince hands you his handkerchief while looking away, helping you preserve whatever dignity you might still have left as you try to pull yourself together.

“Can't say which one I prefer. The transitions are making my head spin. I understand that everything is 'need-to-know at the last minute' for a purpose, but some days it feels like my entire life is lived for the sake of others." The air swirls and eddies around you, as if you were the rocks within a great and wide riverbed. But you feel nothing more than just a measly speck of sand, carried and guided by the wind away from who you truly are.

“Forgive me… but you must know this is out of my hand-”

“How? You came in here, layed out your demands, and they’re now handed to you on a golden platter… how- how is this - any of this - out of your hand?”

“Do you presume I desire this?” the growl in the prince’s voice, reverberating deep within his chest, frightens something inside of you. Maybe it was the little girl that always stood trembling like a leaf whenever her father stood facing her, looking down at her so demeaningly that only thing she could do is cry and ask for forgiveness, getting sent to bed without supper to discipline her, simply for wanting to live life like any child would, like any child should. But instead is ordered to watch her father gut bunnies as a form of punishment, only for her to cry herself to sleep for the next three days, the vision of colonel whiskers writhing and squeaking before lying lifeless with his blood tainting his pearly white coat forever engraved in her memory.

But, you aren’t that little girl anymore.

At least, you hope you aren’t…

“It doesn’t matter if you desire this or not, ‘your highness’.” you spit his title like venom on your tongue. “What matters is that it's going to happen, and I'm going to break free from one prison only to be swallowed by another.”

It takes a few seconds for the prince to gather his thoughts, and right when he parts his lips to address you, you cut him off by shoving a wrinkled paper in his face, upon further inspection, the prince realises that you stole the scroll when you ran off.

“Since you and I are gonna be stuck together, and… I guess I’m gonna be your step-mother? Ugh, can’t believe this is my life-” you groan, looking up to glare at the halftoned prince when you suspect a snort leaving him, yet finding his face incredibly stoic.

“I- I need your help, um, could you, tell me what this says?” you scratch at your arm, fidgeting with your sleeve while Shoto squints down at the writing, and disappointment weighs heavy on your shoulders when he shakes his head no. “Please excuse me, your- uh, y/n, it's my first time reading it, I was ordered to deliver the scroll to your father, nothing else.”

“Since I have time, would you, look into it with me? We got a library… it would help if we were both looking.” you purse your lips when the prince eyes you for a second. “You’re not gonna be doing much during your stay, your highness-”

“Fine, I guess you’re right, I shall assist you in looking into that language, to be frank I’m kind of curious about its origins myself.” you nod with a weak smile, rolling the scroll back and wrapping your trembling fingers around it.

“By the way, you mentioned something about being ordered? By your father?”

“The emperor, actually”

“Oh-”

You swallow with a struggle, just the mention of the dark mage having you shaking in fear, stepping away from him when he hands it back to you.

“You wield magick?”

“No.”

“Is this why you’re here, then?” The question alone awakens something feral in the Prince of Sha, and you decide to step away when the golden glint you acquaintanced yourself with shows itself, nodding to him before leaning against the railing again to look onto the kingdom you’re bound to leave in a week’s time.

“I shall take my leave-”

“You should. Tell Yui -only Yui- she can find me here.”

“Right, please excuse me… y/n.” Shoto bows heavily, straightening up to cast you a glare, to find you throwing one back to him after your exaggerated courtesy.

It doesn’t take much for you to hear Yui’s rattling armour that announces her arrival, turning swiftly to watch her bow at you, stiffening her back in hesitation before she engulfs you in a hug.

“Gossip really travels faster than light in this place, huh.” you sniffle, running your hand along Yui’s backplate and shivering at the coolness kissing at your fingertips, you shush her when you hear her profusely apologize, gripping her spaulders to slowly urge her back to look at her face, smiling to calm her down despite the tears collecting in your lash line.

“B-but- your highness, what’re you gonna do?”

Your mind clears like a sun emerging after what could only look like an infinitude fog, dropping the torch you were using to find clarity after years of confusion.

You hear the sound of children laughing, the sound of you laughing, running around the meadow for hours, swimming in muddy little creeks, lying between the tall stalks of wheat and watching the sun slowly pass over your head, speculating on where your adventure would take you next, whether you’d take north or pick a mountain hidden far away and point to it with enthusiasm before marching your way towards it.

Except now, that laughter sounds like music that mends your broken heart, your ruptured will, your cracked drive. That heals wounds dug deep within your soul like your blood is a liquid miracle, the wounds that tore at you for years while you buried it all down. Watching the cuts shrink to nothing as if the waters of ages had weathered them to nothing but smooth skin, soft to the touch. For you are about to break free from a prison invisible to others, that suffocates you to no end, but no more.

“Easy,” you grin at Yui, stroking her ebony hair softly, as a way to brace her for what you’re about to reveal to her.

“m’running away.”

⤷ 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔲𝔭 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩: 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶

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For the weird asks: 3, 4, 7, and 20 ♥️

3. Specific colour that gives you the ick

Not on their own, usually in combination with something. I remember way back my parents painted a feature wall in their room. They chose a paint that's supposed to look like like a velvet texture, and they chose the colour brown... and I just. It loomed like someone had done unspeakable things to that wall.

4. Mythical creature you think/believe is real

Hmmm. I'd like to believe dragons are real, living somewhere beyond our reach.

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Otters and seals!

20. favorite disney princess movie?

Tangled. 100%

[makkoskafanfic]

For the wip thing: Berserk 😉

Thank you for asking for this one! 🥰

I started to write this when I was re-reading the Golden Age arc for about the 100th time and I really wanted Guts and Griffith to just get on with it.

I dropped it when I realised no matter what I wrote, canon had it a hundred times better. You can't write fanfic for perfect stories.

Griffith didn’t consider the world to be a complicated place. To the contrary, he thought matters of life were rather straightforward, simple even. He had a dream – or rather an aim, as he knew he was going to achieve it, and everything and everyone was a tool to help achieving that. He didn’t consider himself evil for it, simply pragmatic. He was, in a way, even doing good, providing his men with a reason, a goal to live for.

With steady steps he was advancing up the marble road leading up to the castle. Why would he be satisfied with anything less than the top? His comrades – his underlings - knew they were expendable. They didn’t seem to mind. They had their own aims in life, incomparably smaller they were than Griffith’s though, and they were all moving towards those. It was a dangerous world, where the strongest ruled, and they all knew and accepted that.

And there was Guts.

His skills, his power, his determination was unequalled by anyone but Griffith himself. Yet, he didn’t seem to have a dream of his own. For all intents and purposes, he was the perfect tool. He was not simply willing to do what Griffith commanded – he appeared to yearn for the White Hawk to direct him, to give him a purpose, a task he could live for while it lasted. He seemed the most content when Griffith used him as an extension of his will. Despite his usual gloomy attitude, he was clearly joyful when he could swing his ridiculously oversized sword on a battlefield for the glory of the Bank of the Hawk. For the glory of Griffith.

Problem was, he couldn’t think of Guts as a tool only.

Griffith sighed in annoyance. Being bedridden was a real nuisance. When the sycophants of the court didn’t try to lick his feet in hopes of some gain, he had nothing better to do than to stare at the white ceiling and let his mind wander on all kinds of things. Like Guts, their last fight with that monster Zodd, the castle, the path to the throne, Guts, the Band Of Hawk, Princess Charlotte. Guts. Guts, Guts, Guts.

“What an annoying man,” he muttered.

“Did you say something, sir?” a maid appeared out of thin air, looming above his bed in concern. She was the one who seemed to jump on every opportunity to treat his wounds or give him a bath, letting her hand linger just longer than it was necessary. Griffith smiled at her faintly. Maybe when he got his strength back, he could entertain her.

“Thank you, I’m quite alright,” he waved her away, and with obvious hesitance, she went.

He had to come to a decision on what to do with this growing obsession with his Raiders Captain. It was starting to overshine much more important things and that wouldn’t do.

Should he try to bury these feelings, this yearning? They provided no contribution to the great scheme of his plans, so why harbour them? Problem was, he wasn’t sure at all he was able to do that. Pragmatic he was above anything else, he wasn’t heartless, wasn’t above having emotions.

He could get rid of Guts. The man would take on any task he bestowed upon him, and he could find him a quest dangerous enough not even he would survive. However, just the thought of Guts dying filled him with unbearable pain. When they faced Zodd, he had two things on his mind. One was that he couldn’t let anything, not even a demon with superhuman power stand in his way and prevent him from advancing forward. The other was the burning need to keep Guts alive. The two of them together, they could do anything. The warrior was his, and he would die when Griffith deemed it his time to die. But that time wasn’t now.

The third option was to act on his obsession. Burn it out of his system, so to say. Take Guts as his lover, to make him his, completely.

His heart beat faster at the thought. Young he was, he had several lovers of both genders. He always engaged them for some gain and never for pleasure alone. Sleeping with Guts would be quite different. He yearned to feel those muscles under his touch, he wanted to subdue that brutal physical power, to hear that gruff voice groan and beg for pleasure…

He was going to have it. Guts was his and he could do whatever he pleased with him. And his Captain was going to enjoy it. He felt thrilled by the prospect, uncharastically excited. There was this man he couldn’t keep his usual cynicality around but with his decision made, he was no longer frustrated about that. Why be torn over it, when he could just enjoy it? Decision made, he closed his eyes and sank into a deep, healing sleep.

*/*/*

The hard tiles of the rooftop dig into the muscles on his back, but Guts didn’t let himself be bothered by it. He wasn’t sure how long he was lying there, staring at his sword, at the full moon, pondering, pondering, pondering over the conversation he had today with Griffith.

“There’s no reason,” he said. “Do I need a reason for that? A reason for risking my life to save you.”

He was recalling these quiet, matter of fact words for the millionth time, wanting them to be true, yet scared that they were. Regretting they were interrupted before he gained their meaning on the spot. There was that look in Griffith’s blue eyes - what did it mean? It made Guts' heart race not unlike battle did, although there was no hostility in them. His leader was a very rational man, and it was unlike him to risk his life without a clear gain. Useful as Guts was to him, it made no sense to endanger himself in a fight like that. When he said that, asked if he needed to have a reason to risk his own life to save Gut’s, he appeared as if he didn’t know the drive for his own self-dangerous actions. Yet, the glance he cast at him spoke of something different. Griffith always did everything with a very good reason, even if that reason wasn’t obvious at first to simple men like him. That look though - he would have said more, some kind of an explanation, that would have made the whole situation clear, Guts was sure, if they weren’t interrupted.

But they were, and that made Griffith enter his politics-in-the-court mode, which was so alien Guts. He hated to watch how his leader bowed his head, uttered humble words, even if he understood why he did it.

Well, the King and his companions did cut their talk short. Even if Guts felt resentful and curious about what Griffith would have said, what was done was done.

He did it for me, he thought. He risked his life for no higher reason than to keep Guts alive. He turned this around his mind. It seemed unlikely and yet, maybe it was true.

The moon above him seemed as unreachable, as far above him as Griffith is. A magical, mythical creature. He adjusted the hold of his sword in his hands. The blade was reality, the only thing he knew. He was but a mere swordsman, even if he was a talented one. Yet Griffith deemed him worthy…

He knew only one thing. From now on, he would wield his sword for him. Griffith very much had his dreams, he knew what he wanted and was doing everything he could to achieve them. The least Guts could do was to help him.

[pastelsandpining]

My Only Wish (Naughty or Nice)

The fifth prompt in 12 Days of Christmas by @zelink-prompts​

Prompt List

Cover Art: coming soon!

Words: 2087

Summary: Zelda reads about a foreign holiday called Christmas and decides to bring to life one of the traditions for the other Champions. She’ll need a red suit and a bag of gifts, but luckily she knows just the person to pull off the holly, jolly Santa Claus.

BotW Pre-Calamity Zelink, not AoC related!

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Link was beginning to wonder if the pressure was getting to the princess. She was always pushing forwards in the face of adversity, but it wasn’t her frustration and sadness that made him believe she’d finally cracked. 

It was when they took up residence in her study and she whirled on him with a book in her hands about goddesses only knew what.

“I’ve conducted some research,” she began, which was not new to him but filled him with a sense of playful dread anyway, “regarding Hylia’s Day and other holidays we celebrate here in Hyrule. We know that culture and religion are the basis of all holidays, and the difference in what is celebrated and how stems from those traditions. I was curious about the world outside of Hyrule. I thought perhaps I could read something about their beliefs and traditions that could help me awaken my power, but I found a celebration that’s incredibly similar to ours.”

She dropped the book on her desk and cracked it open, beckoning for him to join her. He stepped over, standing close enough so that when he leaned forwards to join her over the pages of the book, he could smell the flowery scent of her hair. 

He couldn’t read anything on the page. Not when his attention was taken up entirely by her. So he listened to her speak again, following her fingers dancing along the page.

“A religion referred to as Christianity celebrates something called Christmas. For worshipers of the faith, this day is celebrated as the birth of their savior. But the holiday became something widely celebrated by people not of that faith. It became a day of giving gifts and spending time with family. People decorate with trees and lights and hold grand parties. And just like how Hylia brings joy and peace to families on Hylia’s Eve, they too have a figure that travels to every corner of the world, leaving gifts for the children! Multiple sources have claimed that this figure keeps a list sorting the children into categories—meaning whether or not they’ve been naughty in the past year, or nice. Naughty children are given coal, which is quite funny really. He goes by quite a bit of names, too. Father Christmas, Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, Saint Nicholas—but they’re essentially talking about the same figure.”

“There’s a lot of similarities,” Link agreed, glancing in her direction. 

“I know what you’re thinking. What does any of this have to do with the sealing power?” Her cheeks flushed, the pink tint reaching to the tips of her ears. “Well, ah… it doesn’t. But Hylia’s Day is coming up and… and everyone’s been so down and patience is wearing thin and I thought perhaps we could do something to cheer everyone up.”

He wasn’t sure what sort of unseen force compelled him to obey the princess. Yet he couldn’t even bring himself to think that the scheme she’d come up with was absurd. He’d follow her to the ends of Hyrule should she ask him to. 

It was why he wasn’t exactly surprised to find himself accompanying Zelda and a holly, jolly Daruk across Hyrule. Though he couldn’t believe the princess had actually crafted the entirety of Father Christmas’s red outfit.

“This Sandy Claws really doesn’t know fashion,” the Goron said, adjusting the hat upon his head. “The less restrictive the clothing, the better for movement.”

“You play the part very well,” Zelda assured, patting the towering boulder on the arm. “Besides, I read that he’s quite the eater. Children leave out cookies and milk for him, so perhaps you’ll get lucky tonight.”

“If the cookies are prime, crunchy rock, then I can hardly resist. Right, brother?”

Daruk slapped him on his back, sending Link tumbling forwards. Zelda’s arms caught him, and he was quick to regain his balance with the feeling that the Goron did that on purpose.

“Besides, we’re really only visiting the other Champions. I wish we could do more, but we’re lacking the magical sleigh that can travel at the speed of light,” Zelda spoke again, tapping away at the Sheikah Slate. 

“Santa leaving Santa a gift, huh?”

“Oh, Link already took care of that. You’re not allowed to open it until the morning.”

Daruk turned to look at him, surprised. Link only shrugged with a small, only slightly smug smile.

“I’m sneaky,” he said. The Goron laughed and Link took a step closer to Zelda to prevent being slapped on the back and sent tumbling off of Death Mountain.

“So what did you deem me?” Daruk asked, his hands resting on his hips to Link’s utter relief.

“Nice, of course,” Zelda replied with a pat to his arm. “I can’t think of anyone who might be classified as naughty.”

Link could think of one.

But he didn’t voice his opinion and instead shrugged in agreement, and the three of them were off to Zora’s Domain. He had to admit wearing the green of the mythical Santa’s Elves was an experience—he felt a sort of respect for the color. But it was nothing compared to how Zelda looked in her costume. She’d really gone all out for this, with a green little hat and all. It was cute, and admirable really, that she was willing to go so far to spread happiness. 

Happiness they desperately needed right now, with the Calamity looming ever above their heads and constricting them like a snake.

Anyway.

He supposed it would’ve been hard for anyone not to react upon seeing three oddly dressed individuals, Zora guardsmen included. But all the Princess of Hyrule had to do was smile and they let it go without question.

“What’s your ruling on Mipha, Father Christmas?” Zelda asked, lifting the Sheikah Slate.

“Nice,” Daruk decided, rather unsurprisingly. But Link nodded in agreement.

“Sidon too. Can’t leave something for Mipha and not her little brother,” he pointed out.

“I’m hurt you think I hadn’t considered that,” replied Zelda with a satisfied smile. “Alright, each package is specifically wrapped. Mipha gets the red box with the blue bow, and Sidon is the blue box with the red bow.”

Daruk swung the red sack from his shoulder and rummaged through it.

“You might have to do this one, tiny princess. Not sure how the big guy does it without waking anyone.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re more than capable! We’ll be right there with you,” Zelda encouraged, pulling something from the Sheikah Slate. “But if you feel you need it, I made an elixir that increases stealth.”

“What would we do without you?” 

The trip into Zora’s domain was relatively short after that. Zelda slipped into Mipha’s room to deliver the gift while Daruk and Link took care of Sidon, and she was pleased to know it’d been successful. Then, they were on their way to Gerudo for the next Champion. 

“Urbosa was incredibly hard to gift,” the princess said, thinking aloud. But Link was listening anyway, glancing over to her incase she decided to continue. 

“What did you end up getting her?” Daruk asked as he paused to rummage through the sack of presents. 

“Something of my mother’s,” Zelda replied simply, eyeing the small, wrapped box. “I think she would treasure it.”

A tiny smile graced her lips and Link felt his fingers twitch with the urge to take her hand. But she didn’t look sad. If anything, she looked comforted.

“You should deliver this one, Princess. I mean, Santa or not, Link and I can’t get into town,” Daruk pointed out. 

“I’ll be quick,” she promised before disappearing behind the walls of Gerudo Town. And while he knew she was safe there, he always felt an anxiety he couldn’t place.

“She’s real spirited,” said Daruk, nearly knocking Link over with his nudge. “It’s mighty kind of her to want to do this for us.”

“She wants to spread happiness,” he replied with a small shrug. 

“And is it working?” the Goron asked. Link didn’t answer, but he made a point to not look at Daruk and instead kept his gaze on the arching entrance to the town. A few minutes later, Zelda came back out and the group made their way to Hebra.

“Revali,” Zelda spoke, tapping at the slate. “What’s your ruling?”

“Naughty,” Link replied, without missing a beat. The Princess stared at him for a moment, then pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle her laughter. 

“I don’t want to agree, but..” Daruk said, scratching his beard, “he did call me an ‘oversized pebble’.”

“Revali’s just..” 

“Mean,” Link input, cutting Zelda off without really intending to.

“I was going to say young.”

“Well, so are you and the little guy here!” Daruk argued.

“Revali is a strong personality, and the Rito are a proud people,” Zelda stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “It would be rather rude to gift everyone but him.”

“I thought Santa’s whole thing was rewarding the good and punishing the bad,” said Daruk.

“Yes, but Revali isn’t bad, per say. Besides, we didn’t bring any coal.”

“I live on a volcano.”

“..Daruk.. tell me you did not pack coal.”

“That would be a lie, tiny princess.”

It was Link’s turn to fight back a laugh this time, biting the inside of his cheeks to keep it contained.

“Well, I can’t exactly stop you. But be sure to leave the real present too!”

But Daruk had disappeared into Rito Village, leaving the elf-dressed duo behind.

“I still think Revali would be on the naughty list,” Link said with a shrug. Zelda gave him a playful shove.

“Be nice,” she reprimanded, shaking her head.

“Do you think it’s possible for Revali to be nice?”

“I— I refuse to speak ill about any of my Champions,” but she was smiling through her words and that was enough of an agreement for Link. “I do hope Daruk hurries. I’m not sure how long the stealth elixir will last.”

“I’m sure that would make for an interesting sight to wake up to.”

To that, she laughed. Maybe the best part of the night was getting to spend time with her outside of Calamity related business. It almost felt like they were friends.

And then Daruk was back, and the group got ready to part ways. 

“Thank you, Daruk. It was fun,” Zelda spoke, setting a hand on his arm.

“The fun’s not done just yet, tiny princess. I’ve got two more on the nice list to gift.” The Goron pulled two more wrapped gifts from his bag, handed one to each of them, then set off for Death Mountain with a wink.

Link looked at the gift in his hands, something a little heavy with a beautiful wrapping job that could only have been done by nimble fingers. He glanced up at Zelda, who seemed just as surprised. 

Well, it seemed he wasn’t the only one who snuck something into the bag.

“Um,” she spoke, fiddling with her unopened gift. “I just.. it’s nothing big, but I.. I thought you’d enjoy it and you’re a Champion as well..”

Oh, it was a cue. Link nodded once, then carefully unwrapped the rectangular object. What remained in his hands was a book, and a fairly thick one at that.

“I had to beg every chef I know to get the recipes,” Zelda said again, taking a slight step forward. “It contains food from Faron to Goron City, as much as I could find. I also threw in some older recipes I found in cookbooks in the library, but I’m not sure how good any of them are.”

“I.. thank you,” Link replied, because there was really nothing he could say. He looked up at Zelda and offered a small smile, even if it wouldn’t be enough. 

She ducked her head and started to open her own gift. As soon as the treat was revealed, he found it was his turn to nervously explain.

“I heard it’s your favorite. I, uh, scribbled down a recipe I found, so if it’s not good..”

But she was smiling at him, and his words died on his tongue.

“My mother used to make a fruitcake every Hylia’s Day,” she said, and before he could give an apology or say anything else, she was hugging him. “Thank you.”

When Link returned to his quarters for the rest of the night away, he fell asleep with one thought in his head.

One day, he would love to cook every recipe in that book for the Princess.

[runicmagitek]

And the Skies Above

I’m proud to share my entries for @pocketseizure‘s Legend of Haiku zine (thanks again for holding this awesomeness!), featuring haikus of my favorite areas/moments throughout the series. Enjoy!

Majora's Mask

Local folk bustle

Ignoring their baleful fate's

Gazing, grinning guise

Twilight Princess

Stark, fragmented skies

Speckled with floating ashes

Loom over lost souls

Breath of the Wild

Mythical dragons

Dance above, against midnight

Like ribbons of light

[also on AO3]

[moeruhoshi]

Uh yeah don’t read this its dumb and inonsistent I wrote it right after I woke up and needs to be fixed

Lucy’s mother had always warned her, that whenever she wanted to go out, she had to be extremely careful. There was no knowing what lied in the woods beside their home, and the world was vast, even containing creatures beyond the natural world.

They were myths and legends to most, no one really believing they were real. There was only so much one could believe until they were too old and adopted the belief that myths were truly just myths.

Not that Lucy was a believer or non-believer, she lied on the line between them.

She had yet to see a strange beast or magical entity to provide any proof...but the way her mother warned her, with such dramatic details and explicit instructions, there was room for doubt in her heart.

Lucy never left the house without her mother’s provided essentials, which was only a small vile containing a preserved essence of some odd flower she long forgot the name of. Her mother told her it would keep her safe, that it would ward off even the sharpest of noses from finding her scent.

Lucy always left it on her dresser once the day had ended, so that she’d never forget to bring it along with her. Not that she ever understood why or thought of what could be looking for her.

The blonde lived a peaceful life alone, in a cottage surrounded by an equally peaceful forest. There were no carnivorous animals nearby, only squirrels and deer and tweeting birds. The walk into town only took a good twenty minutes, where everyone knew and cared for her well.

She was a famed beauty, but no one wished for her hand, as she was much too good of a friend to them all and knew she would not stay here forever.

Lucy wanted to travel and see the world, but had yet to be able to part from her childhood home. Saying goodbye to her passed away mother, not knowing when she’d be back to greet her in the mornings as usual, was too painful a thought for the poor blonde to bear.

So she lived her life, wrote and read and played, never forgetting to keep her mothers keepsake close to her form.

But unbeknownst to her, she was watched very carefully from the shadows of the trees.

That vile contained a pungent mixture able to cast a barrier with its scent, yes, but only affected low level creatures and semi-powerful deities. It would not work against a king, who had the ability to smell even the smallest grape continents away.

She and her blood were rare, a child born under the fullest and reddest moon, with blessings from the stars and bestowed the gift of luck. She clearly lived her life not knowing these things, eager and carefree, unsuspecting of any real danger.

Although he looked villainous and dangerous in his true form, his lordship was nothing of the sort. Etherious Natsu Dragneel was able to place fear in the hearts of his subject through an impressive glare and intense demeanor, but he was kind and benevolent all the same.

Finding Lucy had been a mistake, but one he would turn into great profits for his kingdom. She would be his bride soon enough, as he was determined to swoon and sway her weak heart in his favor.

He revealed himself to her, every so often, under the guise of a traveling adventurer.

Each time he visited, she would welcome him with open arms and felt more than happy to cook a hearty feast to sate his intense hunger.

He sat this time, waiting against her cottage gate, dressed and disguised as a successful adventurer. It wasn’t hard to fake the job, as he had seen more in his life than she’d ever be able to comprehend. His ears twitched as he heard her approaching, the beating of her heart increasing when her eyes landed on his own.

Their relationship had always been friendly, Lucy not knowing Natsu’s true intention to wed her. Every month or two he would return with stories for her, describing far off lands, Lucy hanging on to every detailed word.

It had been nearing the end of the first year of their friendship when Natsu first kissed her goodbye. It was a sweet and subtle, and only on the cheek, but surely would be stuck in Lucy’s mind until she saw him again. He knew by the red tint to her cheeks once they saw each other again that she thought more of him, two more cheek kisses until he aimed for her lips.

Lucy was unprepared and inexperienced, redder than a tomato after a simple peck. Natsu licked his lips as the pumping of her blood enticed him to toy with her more.

But he left, and returned again, each time he kissed her marking another month.

It had been six months till he taught her another form of kissing. This time it was deep and warm and stole her breath. He held her against the wall, searing lips molding over her own before he introduced their tongues to one another. It took nearly all of his strength to resist taking her in that moment, the image of her swollen lips, teary eyes, and panting chest, all too stimulating for the young king.

But in that moment, he had folded some of her fallen hair behind her ear, hot lips kissing her cheek lightly before he whispered in her ear,

“I know this is a bit sudden, but is it alright if I call ya mine, Luce?”

“Y-Yes...”

The king was proud of his work, of being able to gain her trust and being able to be the one who held her so gently.

The few months after that moment, he would greet her with a kind kiss, and say goodbye with a steamy one that would surely leave his princess begging for more.

Tonight, after his months of being away, he would take things to the next level, and reveal his truth in hopes that she would come away with him.

Lucy had always liked Natsu, even if she wasn’t honest with herself at the beginning of it all.

He was funny and quirky and different from anyone she had yet to meet. She was infatuated and jealous of his lifestyle, but learned just how hard it was to be out in the world by yourself. Natsu was strong and experienced, while Lucy only lived through tales created by others and her imagination.

When he proposed they date, Lucy was more than eager to say yes. He was someone she admired and loved to be around, and she always wished he’d come back just as soon as he left.

No one in the villiage knew, but when they asked if Lucy was interested in finding a man, she would explode in an intense blush and deny the subject completely. Which in turn allowed everyone to believe that she was simply too innocent for those kinds of things.

She wondered if he would take her away now, if they’d live their lives together on the road until she bared his child. It was a flustering thought, but Lucy wanted a baby that would allow them to settle in a nice town, where they’d live and work and be happy together.

When she approached her home on this spring day, hands full of a basket piled with vegetables and packaged meat, Lucy felt her heart pound erratically in her chest. She could see his smile spread as she came over the hill, his arm raising to wave excitedly at her. He rose and dropped his things off his back, jogging quickly to meet her.

“Heya, Luce! I’m back!” He grinned, quickly taking the food to carry instead.

“It’s wonderful to see you again,” Lucy commented, feeling shy as she watched his arms flex when adjusting his hold on her basket. “I’ve missed you, Natsu,”

“Yeah, I missed ya too! I’ve got a ton of stories to tell you, alright? I think you’ll really love these ones this time,”

They usually sat around her table, plates of food filling every empty spot, Natsu relaying his tales of slayed beasts and mythical encounters, of his injuries and towns he would stay in. To be clear though, he never bluffed even as he hid his true identity. The king gave himself time to experience the world for Lucy, to be able to tell her of battles and strange places with delicious food.

And when the darkest of night met the flaming wick of candles lit to surround them, Natsu took Lucy into his arms with slight amusement. She blushed and cowered against his chest, mewling as he pressed kisses to her cheek to coax her out.

“Lucy,” His deep voice purred in her ear, sending shivers down the blonde’s back. “Won’t you let me kiss you?”

“...wouldn’t that mean you’re going to leave?” She asked, quietly clinging to the fabric of his tunic.

“Not tonight,” He shook his head and pressed his lips to her throat, delighting in the surprised gasp she let out. “I want us to spend some time together, if that’s okay with you,”

“W...Will you take me upstairs?” Lucy fumed with a blush as Natsu effortlessly lifted her into his hold, walking them both up the stairs and to her bedroom.

Lucy let Natsu take the lead as she was laid onto her back, his eyes never leaving her own.

“Tell me when to stop, okay? I won’t go any farther than you want,”

“Okay,” Lucy’s chest heaved with heavy breathes as Natsu loomed over her, his sly smirk leaning in to meet her quivering lips.

His kisses always made her so relaxed, as if she were sedated with pleasure. His lips were hot and demanding, leading them in a dance of suction and seduction. Her arms wrapped weakly around his neck as he leaned into her, swallowing her moans and spilling saliva. He suckled on her tongue, nipping it with his teeth, lapping at the blood lucky enough to grace his palate. She was delicious, beyond so even. The smallest drop of her blood made him crave more.

The crook of her neck called to him as she crooned, mouth left messy as he tended to the more sensitive parts of her body. His golden eyes threatened to reveal themselves as he smothered hickeys and soft bites against her concentrated scent.

His hands fondled her well endowed chest as he kissed her again, craving the taste of her breathy pants of his name fading between them.

“May I undress you?” Natsu asked as his lips pressed against her décolletage, thumbs pushing against her stiffened nipples.

“Yes...” Lucy’s voice was barely above a whisper as her mouth was too numb to talk, but Natsu heard her perfectly. He pulled her dress down her shoulders, kissing each section of revealed skin until her breasts were in full view.

“You’re beautiful,” Natsu chuckled as Lucy turned away, her lips in an embarrassed pout as blood rushed onto her face. Her pale, untouched skin, begged to be bathed in bite marks and her own blood so that he could lick every inch of her globes clean.

“Thank you,” She responded shyly as he continued to rid of her clothing. Tossing the dress to the side, he returned his attention to the stiff buttons that he wanted to touch.

Lucy flinched as his tongue grazed her sensitive place, Natsu’s mouth instantly attaching to the bud as he began to suck on her. She moaned as his other hand squeezed her breast, warmth subtly flowing into her flesh. She relished in the treatment, feeling heat and sticky liquid make its way onto her panties.

Natsu couldn’t wait till he was able to draw blood from her, his teeth begging to be allowed entrance into her expectant body.

His kisses and torment fell to her stomach, just above the line of her panties. Lucy squeaked and quickly sat up, scooching away from Natsu as he was still bent over.

“N-Not yet! I’m sorry, but there...not yet,” Lucy panted as she tried to collect herself, gulping as Natsu looked up to greet her with a calm gaze.

“That’s alright, I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” He asked, pulling her blanket up to hand to her.

“N-No, not at all! It was very nice, really, I-I’m just not ready...”

“I understand,” He laughed and crawled forward to sit beside her, Lucy finding a steady breath as she settled down.

“I’m really happy, you know?” She spoke up, sliding her hand into Natsu’s hold. “I care a lot about you,”

“As do I,” Natsu said as he tightened his hand around her own. “Can I ask you something selfish?”

“What is it?”

“...I’d like you to come away with me,” He said honestly, turning to face her wide eyes. “I want us to be together, every day, every moment, every minute.”

“Really?”

“Really really, Luce. I don’t want us to be apart ever again,”

“I-I...oh, wow...that’s...” She stared at him in disbelief but found herself able to smile at his words. “Natsu...I would lo—“

“There’s just one thing...” He interrupted her, eyes downcast as he stood from the bed. “I haven’t been very honest with you, Lucy.”

“...about what?” She asked, pulling her blanket closer to her.

“I’m not really who I say I am,” He began, turning to her with scorned eyes. “I’m not some adventurer, nor do I live like one.”

She was quiet as he continued, Natsu hearing her heart drop ever so slightly.

“I’m the king of Tartaros, a kingdom of demons hidden from the human world. And I want to take you back as my queen.”

“What...what kind of joke is that supposed to be?” Lucy choked back her tears as she glared at the pink haired boy standing awkwardly by his lonesome. “Do you think I’m an idiot, Natsu? Have you been fooling me this whole time just to get me in bed?!”

“N-No, Luce, I swear, I mean it!” He said quickly in retaliation, avoiding her slippers as she chucked them in his direction.

“Were any of those stories even real? If you’re not an adventurer, then how am I supposed to believe anything you say? A king of a secret country?! Just because I live in the countryside does not mean that I—!” Amidst her escalation, Natsu was quick to prove his true nature. He grabbed her arm despite her immediate refusal to be near him, and sunk his teeth into her wrist, drinking the pure fluid that ran within her.

Lucy blanched as she watched Natsu feed from her, his gulps thick as blood trickled down her arm and his chin. Golden eyes shone at her as she slid down to her knees, the phantom warmth of his body against hers returning as he continued to drink.

“You...mean so much to me, Luce. I couldn’t tell you who I was right away, you would’ve reacted like this, you know?” He chuckled as he licked his lips clean. “I wanted you to get to know me, so I lied about who I was. But those stories I told you were true! I did those things just so I’d have a reason to talk to you when I came to visit. I want to be with you, Luce, and I’m sorry for lying,”

“I...” Lucy panted and held her wrist shakily up to stare at the damage done to her skin. She watched her wound close and the blood stop dripping, the effects of his bite still coursing through her. “I forgive you...”

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she rubbed her thighs together, finding it impossible to ignore the swelling between her legs.

“Really? You’re the best, Luce!” Natsu grinned as he gathered her in his arms, hugging her tightly. Lucy squeaked uncharacteristically as his touch only proved to stimulate her. The vampire pulled away to quizzically look at her, eyes widening as he caught scent of her arousal.

“Na-Natsu,” Lucy fwaed as she clung to his arm, groaning as her center continued to pulse. “What do I...do?”

“Is it okay if I...?” Natsu motioned to her shaking legs, Lucy nodding as she leaned against his chest.

“It’s a result of my bite, but I knew that was the only way you were gonna listen,” He explained, slowly sliding his hand into her panties. “It releases a concentrated aphrodisiac, to keep anyone bitten from feeling pain. You’ve just gotta let it out of your body, and you’ll be okay,”

Lucy’s thoughts turned to mush under the effects of Natsu’s venom, unable to gather a single sentence within her mind as his finger began rubbing against her sensitive button.

His hand relished in the warmth of her honey pot, sticky fluid flowing from her center as her wetness refused to calm down.

She bucked her hips and mewled as he rubbed quickly against her clit, her climax coming as soon as he touched her. She jolted and drooled, crying out as her first orgasm graced her intensely.

“Not enough...Natsu, more...”

He refused to do more than toy with her most sensitive point of release, knowing Lucy was too out of it to give him proper consent. She hadn’t wanted him to see he before, so he kept his hand stuffed down her panties and out of sight, neither wanting to penetrate her virgin core so lovelessly with his fingers.

Her sloppy and delirious mouth pulled him in for a kiss, damaging his sense of concentration as her lips soiled his thoughts. He couldn’t wait for the day he held her in his own bedroom chambers, the silk curtains of his four-post bed drawn shut as she revealed himself to her in all the beautiful glory that she existed.

[neoculturetechxgot7]

[01:01]

*sexual themes*

Piscean starlight tattooed the most beautiful silver on his cheeks as he loomed over your displayed silhouette with a predatory instinct clouding that caramelized brown of his iris. A gorgeous night was choking on the end of Jinyoung's loosened tie and he dragged her across the freshness of your bedsheets as if is she were his bitch, sprawling his outlined shadow across your body; bathing every inch in masculine darkness.

Your fingers worked all too fast on those burdensome buttons, impatient to wreck his taut chest with a lavish touch and so many mauve blooms, so many little roses bitten across his collarbone that they could form the most sinner part of Eden's garden. You could sense even his slightest heave, his smallest spasm and it only fed the embers sizzling inside you to turn into roaring blazes.

"You're taking too long, princess." That raspy voice of his was the worst kind of intoxication, flowing into your veins and straight to your unsealed heart like the drug of absolute salvation.

With one swift move his shirt became simply a white rag decorating the carpet, all that stacks worth of expensive cotton sinking into dusty after-midnight blackness.

Jinyoung truly seemed like a teasing hallucination caused by unconstrained lust before your eyes, too good to be true, too mesmerising with that aphrodisiac glow casted across his bare skin.

"I missed you." You cooed softly and a second later, lace in the colour of grown hybisk was flung across the seemingly endless creme lake of your sheets.

He wasted no time in pushing whole against you, nakedness sliding smoothly on nakedness as his leather clad thighs spread you open and so exposed for his biggest desires. His lips were saturated with the rarest nectar, injecting it into your pulse and letting it cascade down your neck with every long, wet kiss.

You exhaled a loud psalm of his name to fly high on the void of the ceiling and a moment later all sounds emitting from your throat were choked by the thirstiest contact, his tongue so greedily raging to grasp your ambrosian flavour. It was almost as if your bodies were really intertwined over thin air, covered in the most exotic aroma of sweat and broken temptations and fatal want. You almost didn't feel the hard embrace of the mattress below you, too drunk on arousal's balsam.

"Is this why you call me in the dead of night?" Jinyoung's question was a mist of pure madness brushing by your ear. "Because you miss me?"

The metal clang of a heavy, golden H echoed, that damned Hermes belt finally killing its restrain as he hastily dragged it down to barely above his knees; if the mythical Greek god were to peer at you over Olympus' wine leaves he'd spare you both a knowing grin.

You could feel him throb so achingly close to your neediness but too far to satisfy you yet and your hips buckled upwards to meet him with unconcealed anticipation. His steel grip on your waist didn't let you, though.

"Or is it just because you like my dick?" His stiff tip was grazing the softest of your folds with a type of playfulness that had you dying for his touch, dying for him to do something.

Jinyoung's breath spread minty mosaics on the side of your neck as he awaited for that thick silence crystallizing in the room to break, the smuggest of all smirks sprawled across his beautiful face.

And when no words left your mouth, he pushed inside so damn deep it forced the lewdest moan out from within your chest and your nails carved a whole eclipse on his shoulders at the sweet stretch. He set a fast pace of thrusting into your core and pulling back out, earning a chain of broken Oh Jinyoung to tangle with his low grunts.

You caught an orange Venus orbiting in his eyes from all that swirling pleasure and it was burning everything inside your abdomen with golden traces of satisfaction. A few quick and dirty pounds later you were heading straight for a blossoming release meant to ruin you as he picked up a maniac speed, the feeling of your enclosing warmth ascending him to a bliss so pure, so intense.

And like that, wrapped in the tornado of honeyed licks, exploring fingertips and a litany of hellish sounds, you wondered how could you ever give him an answer when all you'd be able to whisper was "It is love, Jinyoung."