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weird-addiction · 1 year ago

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God is Cruel to you, Not Me.

Pairing: House of the Dragon x Male!Targaryen!Reader x Mandela Catalogue Alt Gabriel

Genre: Crossover Angst

Warnings: self-hate, self-harming, guilt, mentions of childbirth death, masochistic tendencies, forcing religion onto someone, manipulation, happy ending for reader but everyone else suffers.

A/n: Final Repost of this. This is official post of this fic. @kawaiiskeletoneggsnerd

Westeros is known for having the religion of the Faith of the Seven, the Valyrians such as the Targaryens and Velaryons. They had the Valyrian gods of old to watch over them, it was always said the Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, they say that because of their dragons.

What if, it was not the dragons that made them closer to god, what if nothing made them closer to the gods.

Well. Except for one.

Y/n Targaryen.

He was known as the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen, when he was born he took the life of both his mother Queen Aemma and his older twin Baelon Targaryen. When he was old enough to understand it, he began to blame himself for killing his mother as he made his way into the world.

The other thing about Y/n is that he was a dreamer, but not just any dreamer. His dreams were not of the future or about the present, it was about something completely different. The first one started at the age of seven, it was a dream of him standing in front of a tree. In front of the tree was a red apple, it was tempting to take a bite out of it. There was a faint voice pulling him ever so slightly forward, but he woke up before he could do anything.

Then the dreams would continue every night, every time he went into the dream he would walk a step forward, inching towards the apple.

Y/n would go to talk to his father about such dreams, Viserys did not fully understand his dreams as they were not the usual dreams of Targaryens that himself has experienced. During the days in the Red Keep, he would hear voices pulling him to places, sometimes he passed out and awake in his room with him on the floor.

He would pick the dagger his uncle Daemon had gifted him during his seventh name day, then begin to make marks on his arms just to relieve the pain he felt building up.

The scars would burn at first, but then he realized he liked the burns.

This was the way he grew up, soon it felt like normal, during nights sometimes he would wake up and see a tall figure at the foot of his bed. The figure was almost as tall as his room, it wore a white robe and had curly blonde hair. Sometimes, he could have sworn he saw wings.

Rhaenyra offered to take him to the sept to pray as to maybe to take his mind off things, but once Y/n even put one foot inside the sept he felt dizzy, like something was restraining him from going inside. He pushed back the feeling and continued in anyway.

“Even though our family worships the Valyrian gods, in Westeros we still have the Faith of the Seven. We should have both as we now live on these lands.” Rhaenyra said.

Y/n stayed silent before speaking, thinking over what he was going to say. “Are there…any other religions in Westeros?” His voice was soft as he turned to his sister.

“Not that I know of.” Rhaenyra then got into a prayer position, she gestured to Y/n to follow her actions.

She then began to pray under her breath, closing her eyes as she spoke to herself. Y/n also tried, but inside his head was something different, a different prayer was said.

‘Say it.’

“My lord, bless for all as I shall never stray. For my blood should be my own, no other gods shall see me bleed.” The words fell out of his lips so easily, he had no control of what he was even saying. And before he knew it, he was done.

And that is how many years passed, the years passed before his own eyes like a blur of colors. The prayer he continued to say over and over again every single night, the tragedies that befall on others, the drama within his family never got to him. It seemed like everyone else around him was miserable, it was he was the only one that was not punished by the gods.

On Driftmark, they were there to attend the funeral of Lady Laena Velayron. He stood next to his sister and his nephews, he kind of felt bored but he gave his best stance regardless. After the speech Vaemond gave, Y/n went over to his uncle Daemon.

“Uncle.” He said.

“Nephew.” Daemon replied back.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, I’m sure she was a good wife.”

A smile ghosted Daemon’s lips. “The gods can be cruel, especially to your father.”

Y/n wanted to laugh at that, he pushed back the feeling of it back down. “Yes, they have. Same with my sister. And even you, uncle.”

Daemon had confusion on his mind. “And you?” He asked his nephew.

“Not that I could think of. Nothing has been bad for me in recent years.” Y/n dipped his head slightly, looking out to the ocean.

“Nothing good ever comes to us Targaryens. Every time a Targaryen is born they say the gods flip a coin. If they flipped to the good side, the bad will still be present regardless.” Daemon downed his wine from his goblet in one go.

“What if the gods are just not cruel to me?” Y/n asked with curiosity, his eyes watched the tides below.

“Why don’t you ask your cunt of a step-mother? I am sure that she knows about the ‘higher authority’. Faith and all that.” Daemon lets out a smile, in which Y/n returns to him.

“I doubt she can help me.”

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He went to bed early that night, having the same dream again but this time he was right in front of the apple.

Y/n picked it up without much of another thought, then he took a bite out of it. There was a tree that was planted in front of him, and behind it, a boney pale hand reached out to him, telling him to take its hand.

His body moved on his own as he took it, then everything faded to black.

Y/n felt someone shaking him awake, it was a guard telling him something had happened. He got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Turns out his half-brother Aemond had his eye taken out.

Once he saw how Aemond was sitting in a chair getting stitches, he wanted to care but he just really could not feel any empathy for him. Once again, such events passed with flying colors as before he realized he was already back home in King’s Landing.

His sister, Rhaenyra has distanced herself and has decided to move to Dragonstone. Y/n stayed as in King’s Landing.

Time passed quickly, and soon six years went by and his sister was back to defend Luke’s claim to Driftmark. He avoided the whole thing that was happening in the throne room, he wandered off to the sept again to pray.

Y/n did not know how much time had passed, but Alicent, his step mother, had come to see him in the sept.

“I did not know you came into the sept, I always thought you and Rhaenyra worshipped the Valyrian gods.” Alicent said, walking in while her arms held each other.

“I do not know anything about the Valyrian gods of old, nor do I know anything of the Faith of the Seven. I have never even once looked at the Seven-pointed-star.” He continued to stay in the prayer position of being on his knees.

“Then why do you come into the sept, there is no reason for you to pray to.”

Y/n stood up, his eyes held a dark glint in them. “There is someone else I pray to.”

“Y/n.” He heard being called, looking over to see his sister at the arched doorway of the sept. “Nyra..” He called his sister’s nickname as she walked over.

“I knew I would find you here, though you have told me you don’t know the faith. We worship the Valyrian gods, you know that. It is our heritage.” Rhaenyra held his shoulders in a comforting manner.

“If Y/n is a prince of the Iron Throne, it is best for him to know the religion of Westeros after all.” Alicent spoke as she watched the sister and brother standing by each other.

Rhaenyra gave Alicent a harsh stare. “My brother is of Targaryen descent, from the times of Old Valyria. He should know the Valyrian gods.”

Silence ensued as the two women stared at each other. It was the prince that stood between that broke the silence.

“Then, I guess I failed as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean brother?”

Y/n walked over to where the candles casted shadows onto the walls, standing in the said shadows as he clasped his hands together in a prayer position. “But now, I belong to him.” The shadows behind him begin to shift and turn into something else.

The figure the shadows shifted into was tall, the silhouette on the walls, soon three pairs of what seemed to be feathered wings sprouted from its back. The face soon had shadows cleared to show eyes and a mouth. The eyes of the shadow were stretched and the mouth was also very wide, the arch of the smile went from eye to eye.

The queen and the princess both could do nothing as they saw the shadow. The lighting soon returned to normal as Y/n turned to leave.

Over the next couple of weeks Alicent avoided her stepson like the plague, she could not get that image of them in the sept out of her mind. Everytime during meal time she prayed to the seven for their guidance and their blessing to set Y/n free of it. One night at supper, he heard her praying and leaned over to say something to her.

“You think the gods have been cruel to me?” He asked Alicent with a smile, the queen looked at him with confusion.

“Think again.” He drinks the wine from his goblet. “The gods have been cruel to you, not me.”

Y/n did not speak to her for the rest of the night, but Alicent on the other hand was even more scared than she had ever been in her life now. Is what he said true? Were the gods just cruel to her?

Y/n went on with his days as usual, until one day he saw someone new in court. A new man in court that somehow worked his way up in his father’s small council, when Y/n saw him for the first time he felt a sense of familiarity.

The male looked ethereal, like a true god that has fallen from the stars. He was tall, easily at least 6ft, blonde curly hair that shaped his face and fell around his neck and shoulders like a curtain, he had ocean blue eyes that seemed to pull him in.

The man looked too familiar to a certain someone from his dreams, the one whom he took the hand of years ago, the same hand that came from behind the tree, the one where the apple fell from. Y/n felt drawn to him at first glance, he saw the man during a small council meeting, when the council was done Y/n left fast.

Once he got back to his room, his face felt like it was burning. Deciding to get some fresh air he walked to the garden, but on the way he bumped into someone. Surprise, surprise it was the same lord that he was trying to get away from. Now that he thought about it, the lord in front of him looked too perfect, it was unnatural in a way, it was not human.

“My prince, I’m so sorry. I did not see you.” The unnamed lord held his hand out for the prince to take.

Deja Vu hit Y/n like a storm, the same hand, from the same dream, now he was sure something was wrong. He took the hand getting himself up to his feet again. “It is alright, I was just going for a walk.”

“Oh? May I join you?” The older one asked. “Of course.” Y/n could only accept the offer as he walked towards the garden again, this time with someone behind him.

Once they made it to the garden, Y/n wandered mindlessly. Until he decided to sit on one of the turf benches, the unnamed lord followed him and sat next to him.

“I have not introduced myself. I am Lord Gabriel of House Seraphthrone.” Gabriel said with a smile.

“House Seraphthrone? I have not heard of this house before? Where does it reside?” Y/n’s curiosity has now peaked.

“My house resides on the edge between the Riverlands where the Tullys are, and the north where the Starks live. But also somewhat close to where House Arryn resides.” Gabriel’s smile did not leave his face.

“Huh. I would like to see it sometime.”

They continued to talk as he escorted Y/n back to his room, but when they got there, Gabriel was hesitant to leave.

“What is it? Something wrong lord Gabriel?”

“Nothing. Just…this..” Gabriel’s hand went to the underside of Y/n’s chin, making him look at him.

“You really are beautiful..” Was all the lord said before he turned on his heels and left.

Y/n was left stunned with that, retreating back into his room and left to contemplate what in the seven hells he just went through. That was not the last time he would see Gabriel.

Throughout the next weeks and even months, Gabriel would continue to be in his company. At times, the lord would even bring the prince gifts and even new sets of robes and clothes for his wardrobe. Soon, the robes he wore of his own house were not only black and red, but also with the white robes from house Seraphthrone.

When the days went by, Y/n would continue to pray not knowing the god he prayed to was the one that hung around him all day. Slowly but surely, Y/n had begun to fall in love with the lord, and Gabriel knew this well.

Gabriel had deceived everyone within court, hell, even everyone in Westeros. No one said a single thing as his house had risen through many other houses, along with him working his way up in the King’s court. He deceived everyone’s weak minds, including the sweet prince that was so naive to pray to him when he whispered it into his ear for the first time.

But soon, he had to come clean about who he was. And when did, it was a reaction he did not expect. Y/n was practically overjoyed and hugged him tight.

“You’re the god I have been praying to? Then I guess I am one lucky dragon am I not?” Y/n said with a smile on his face.

On the inside, Gabriel now knew he had someone that could do his bidding no matter what, which means he could destroy House Targaryen from the inside. Little by little, Y/n did what was asked of him, slowly tearing the family more apart. It got to the point where he started to realize it, but what could he do now, nothing. He kind of liked it anyway.

When the blacks and the greens were very clearly divided, Y/n was on his sister’s side of course, but he also wished he was not part of this.

“Then you know what to do.” Was the only words Gabriel had said to him before leaving his chambers.

Taking heavy breaths as Y/n grabbed the dagger that sat on his nightstand, unsheathing the blade and gripping it within his hands. The dagger then went through his stomach, it was less pain than he thought it would be. And to mark the final blow, he slit his own throat.

Letting go of the weapon and as it dropped to the floor his eyes rolled to the back of his head, also falling to the floor as his blood pooled around him and under him. Taking one last breath as he closed his eyes. Gabriel then came into the room seeing the prince dead in his own blood, putting his cold hand on Y/n’s forehead as he muttered a spell. The ‘angel’ then disappeared into white mist, as the only thing left in the room was Y/n’s body that was slowly going cold and the weapon of his suicide.

Hours later, Rhaenyra went to check up on her brother only to let out a blood curdling scream. Guards and Daemon soon flocked to her side seeing the prince’s dead body, Daemon took his wife away as the guards took care of the body.

Daemon thought the greens had done it, well others say there was a traitor in the guards, very few said it was suicide. Deep down, Rhaenyra knew it was most likely suicide, no murderer would leave behind their weapon, and the dagger that they found next to him was one of the prince’s own.

The dance of the dragons would start, Rhaenyra would avenge both her son Lucerys and her brother. A son for a son, a brother for a brother.

Y/n’s spirit has been guided to a different realm, to a place that looked like heaven and paradise, but just slightly darker. This. Was Gabriel’s realm.

It allowed him to see what was going on below in Westeros, he watched the war rage on in rather amusement. He became a lover to the god he worshipped.

How sad. That everyone else had a bad ending, he had a good one.

God was indeed cruel, but not to him.

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moriartyluver · 1 year ago

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER VII

EVENTUALLY THE PERFECT opportunity managed to befall both William and (name) in their ploy to catch Ashfordshire and have him brought to justice. Even if it was evil, it was a necessary evil. Who knew who else would be killed and stuffed like a doll after Mary?

A ball was to be hosted sooner or later to mark the beginning of the spring season which was soon to come. This was a nightmarish miracle to both William and (name) who had been waiting to meet Lord Ashfordshire for the past month that they had been planning his downfall together.

Their target was known to only occasionally appear in high society and as if by chance, Ashfordshire had decided on attending this particular ball and the two had been informed that this was because he held a mutual interest in (name), except for different reasons.

As of now, (name) had finished the lengthy procedure required to get ready for the ball, suffocating herself in petticoats and a whalebone corset, and was now finally at the ball, waiting by the side for either Ashfordshire or William to appear.

She wandered around the hall, looking for at least one familiar face in the sea of people she didn't really care to converse with at all. (Name) would shift from two states, looking for someone to talk to them stand by the side and swirl her wine around in her glass, which she had yet to drink.

As she continued to pace around the hall, waiting to spot Ashfordshire somewhere in the strange hall, she felt herself bump into someone. Immediately she shifted her irritated expression to one of a clumsy young lady.

"I'm terribly sorry, please forgive me if I have ruined-" she raised her head to see a familiar pair of green eyes looking down at her with a soft expression. "Lord Albert?"

"You need not apologise, Lady (name)," Albert smiled kindly "my clothes are perfectly intact and I have not been harmed. You on the other hand-"

He gestured to a small stain of wine on the front of her dress. Thankfully, it was white wine and didn't stain the dress too much but of course, it was still a stain. Albert reached over to his breast pocket to pull out his handkerchief to hand to young woman but was beat to it by the appearance of his younger brother.

"Lady (name)," William smiled as he held out his embroidered handkerchief to her. Albert put his own away with a smirk at his brother's attitude. This would be something new to tease him for later.

(Name) took the napkin with a raised eyebrow then wiped down the front of her dress as William spoke.

"Im glad to see you've arrived as planned," he said, his implication of the situation clear. He leaned forwards to whisper into her ear, uncaring of any potentially scandalous behaviour he was exhibiting. "Unfortunately, he is later than we anticipated."

As (name) opened her mouth to speak, the music had suddenly changed and grew slower than the previous melody. Albert was taken away by a small group of noble ladies, all eager to dance with him. "I suppose I shall just wait then."

"Or, you could accept my request to dance whilst we wait?" William held out his hand, waiting for (name) to take it patiently, hoping she would accept his humble request to dance with such a fine noble lady

(Name) scoffed, then raised her gloved hand to her face as she laughed. "And why in God's name would I do such a thing?"

A smirk made its way onto William's pink lips "Why? Are you afraid I may be a better dancer than you?" He said, attempting to get a rise out of her, which proved to be successful.

The (hair colour)-ette placed her hand in his. "You have convinced me, my Lord. I accept but you must know that I am more likely the more experienced dancer, so as a result I will probably be better"

As the song played by the band towards the front of the hall began to grow louder, William guided (name) to dance the waltz with him amongst the other dance pairs. Out of the corner of his scarlet eyes, he could see Ashfordshire watching them by the side. He seemed to have arrived only moments before.

"Once you capture his interest, how do you plan on approaching him with the topic of an invitation?" William asked (name) in a hushed whisper whilst he held onto her waist.

(Name) moved along to rhythm of the harmonic instruments with her dance partner. "Ashfordshire, from what I've heard, is quite the foolish man. I wouldn't be surprised if he invited me to his manor immediately after meeting me. I may have to give the impression of having a romantic interest in him to make him reveal his true colours."

William's grip on (name)'s waist tightened as he pulled her closer to him "I see." He said in response. "But once you have him where you want him, you'd like me to send subordinates as backup just in case anything does not go to plan?"

"Correct," (name) smiled "Although I do doubt I will need them. You said they were good at combat, didn't you?"

The blond nodded "They are, but I still believe I should be there along with you, my darling (name)"

"If you really insist, but all I need is to get in that basement with him and create a diversion," (name) said as William twirled her around "and stop with the pet names, I do not belong to you nor am I dear to you."

"You would be perfect to join us, sweetheart," he said, completely ignoring her previous remark. "Would you not agree you'd be able to work well along side me, my lady?"

(Name) smirked as she 'accidentally' stepped on William's foot. "Oh, my apologies, my Lord!" She said with faux innocence

The male winced and paused for a moment then gave (name) a subtle glare before smiling and dancing with her once again. "It's no trouble, Lady (name)." His voice quieted to a hushed whisper "it appears all the men who you've danced with may have only been a figment of your imagination. I cant imagine you would be so clumsy with a mere waltz if you easily find yourself stepping on my feet."

(Name) chuckled darkly as she returned the malicious energy "I doubt you've had many female partners yourself, in both dancing and other aspects." She mocked

"Ah, you are right there, dear." William chuckled "but that doesn't mean I'm not as skilled in both dancing..and those other aspects you speak of."

As William twirled the lady around once more, (name) spotted Lord Edward Ashfordshire sipping wine alone by the side. Her eyes widened as she watched him. He wasn't as old or ugly as she expected but every time she looks at his visage closely, she could see his face melting into the devil's.

"Ashfordshire! He's here..!" (Name) whispered into William's ear as they continued dancing. "I need to speak to him whilst I have the chance-"

"Would it not be best for you to wait till the dance is over, Lady (name)? You may appear to desperate-" William was cut off by (name) escaping his grasp and walking over to Ashfordshire , leaving William to return to his brothers.

She felt nervous talking to a man she knew was capable of such disturbing acts as Josephine had described to her but as the sly woman she was, (name) covered up that fear with a friendly personality and spoke to Lord Ashforshire till the end of the ball in an attempt to befriend him so the plan would go through, and as if by strange miracle, by the end of the ball, Ashfordshire had told (name) he wished to see her again, and he invited her to dinner, much to her distaste but as she told herself, what must be done for Josephine's sake would be done.

The following week, (name) had arrived along with Josephine at the Moriarty manor to review the plan with William before she was to go to dinner with Ashfordshire. She had left the girl in the company of Louis, as if she were a mother dropping her daughter off at daycare, whilst she was introduced to William's subordinates.

As she entered, (name) saw two black haired males. A young boy, about Josephine's age, wearing a blue scarf around his neck and with a small frame. The other was a tall man, older than both William and (name), and likely older than Albert, with a black mess of hair on his head and a muscular physique. William was sat on a sofa chair, sipping a cup of tea.

"Lady (name), meet Colonel Sebastian Moran and Fred porlock," he said, gesturing to his subordinates. "You shall be working together for this mission. Please do sit down."

(Name) nodded and sat down beside him, nodding to the two with a polite smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you. I have heard of your skill from Lord William, I hope to be able to match that skill. I am in your care." She said, bowing her head then raising it once more to face.

The smaller boy remained silent but nodded in return while moran responded "Likewise" in a gruff voice.

"You do recall the entire plan, don't you? And you do remember the signal for potential danger, don't you?" William asked as (name) nodded. She had memorised the entire plan, word for word but what was even more skilled was that she had independently come up with a plan for any potential situation. Of course, planning was always important but any true schemer knew how important adaptability was.

"What do you take me for? Of course I do," she sipped on the her tea "if Ashfordshire tries anything, he'll die a quicker death than he deserves."

William narrowed his scarlet eyes then placed his cup down suddenly as he appeared to be deep in thought. (Name) looked at him curiously.

"Are you alri-"

"I'm coming with you," William said darkly. "You must not refuse. This isn't an offer, it's a command."

(Name) wanted to protest but couldn't bring herself to even return a "I don't take orders from you" to the man. She knew how high he held justice, he probably wanted Ashfordshire just as dead as she did, so who was she to deny that? She gave a simple nod.

It appears there had been a change of plan.

William and (name) both arrived together to Ashfordshire's estate, which had this horrific aura surrounding it, where they were brought in by a young looking maid. If they weren't successful, chances are she would probably be another victim.

Once they entered the dining hall to have their meal with the Lord, it was evident to both of them that he was not expected William, and even more evident that he disliked the man instantly, however, the dark haired man managed to keep a mildly gentlemanly facade up during the dinner.

"May I be excused to go powder my nose?" (name) eventually said. Instead of going to the bathroom though, this was the signal she had given to set the stage for the beginning of their plan.

Ashfordshire's amber eyes landed on the lady and nodded, telling one of the maids to give the woman directions.

(Name) was supposed to go to the west wing of the mansion to the nearest lavatory, but once the maid had left her alone, she quickly made her way to the opposite end of the estate, eventually finding the second entrance to the basement. She quickly picked the lock and managed to reach the trap door to give three knock, signaling she was there to Fred who was above the other side, ready to swoop in just in case (name) found herself in a difficult situation.

As soon as she had entered the basement however, her confident demeanour was washed away and replaced with fear. The large room was decorated by corpses, each of them dropping around like dolls. The stench of rotting flesh had penetrated (name)'s nostrils as she looked around further.

Meanwhile, Ashfordshire had excused himself from the awkward silence with William who had tried to attempt to engage in conversation despite feeling like he was about to hit the older man any minute. He had been overly chummy with (name) the entire hour she had been sat at the table with them and clearly ogling at her enough to make her uncomfortable. Even if they weren’t planning anything, he couldn’t blame her for leaving.

Phase two had begun.

A/N: I’m super sorry this was rushed but I was busy with my birthday celebration stuff and had to finish this quickly before getting my cake cut 😭 anyways enjoy bc next chapter we’re gonna get batshit crazy liam.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuumori x reader #��false lovers 💋

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lostonehero · 7 months ago

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@lost-in-the-cosmos-vast

I expect more asks or the start of a friendship

Here's a continuation , k thanks

BTW you can find my writings also on my Ao3 account

"A fledgling cannot account for everyone, even with the raw power to rival gods. He is still untrained and new to what he is." The King's voice boomed as he rose to full height now back in his realm. Tendrils spilled from his yellow cloak, black and starry, as the night.

"F-fuck." Noel's voice wavered as he was now inside, and the King was in control. He groans as a slice cuts him, and an echo of pain from the king comforts him in a twisted way.

"Hhmmp, it seems I still feel your pain." The scenery shifts, and they are in a palace. The twisted dancers swarm him, and he waves his arm and grabs Noel from inside of him, and places him on his shoulder.

Noel grips onto the slippery fabric of the cloak, barely glancing at the white mask that was the King's face. "W-what?"

The dancers flee to his sides, a twisted melody erupts from them, and Noel can understand that's how they talk and more so he can understand them. "Things have changed." The King's voice boomed. "I have entangled myself with... well, he's not a mortal anymore. This is Charlie Dowd, but he uses the name Noel. If any harm befalls him, I will massacre everyone in this palace and city."

The dancers grow silent, and they all bow in respect.

The King places Noel down in the circle of dancers. "Take him to the gardens. Keep watch over him. I will know if you don't."

Noel can't ask anything as he is whisked off to an impossible garden full of colors and plants that make his eyes hurt, but he is still sound of mind. "I..." He falls back into a soft flower twice as big as him and even softer than a kitten.

The dancers watch him with a curious gaze. There seems to be about two dozen, maybe more, but they chated among themselves it was a chaotic melody, but somewhat soothing.

......

"My king, punish me if this is out of turn, but why keep the human here? Why have two of us protect them?" The dancer was tiny in the King's hand.

"Charlie is no longer human, and I am no longer myself. I would like you to use my name. He doesn't use my name, just my title." Hastur looks over his garden. "A being fledgling in their own understand in their being, but stronger than I ever was fused us together. We mix together, and where I end and he begins is blurred. In the past decade, I've been on earth. Well, a decade mortal time. I've learned and grown. Charlie has become my new heart, filled the empty void that was stolen from me. I am whole once again." He raised the dancer up to his shoulder.

The dancers dwarfed by their king sit on his shoulder. "You two are separate?"

Hastur gives a low laugh. "Here, we may seem separate, but we are not. If he is hurt, I am hurt. He can use my... our power, yet he has no idea. He still believes I trapped him here." He leans over the balcony. "I will return to earth."

"Lord Hastur!" The dancer cries.

"Do not fret. I belong in both realms now. In time, I hope he will learn as I have that we've changed each other. I've grown to enjoy certain earthly habits and hobbies as it was." Hastur hums a low growl it was comforting to the dancer on his shoulder and to the ones that paraded around his cloak. "I shall bring three of you with us when we leave."

"Is that why you've been making us deal with him?" The dance chirps out a sound of annoyance.

Hastur uses a tendril to pet his dancer. "You must understand, to not you are no better than the madness we cause, and I know you have been created to be better than that." He stands back up. "You can not lie to me. You are curious to what has grabbed my attention. To why this human has become important to me."

"Y-yes lord Hastur." The dancer doesn't flinch as she is placed on the floor.

"Go take another and change shift to watch over Charlie. Bring food and water." Hastur hums. "The rest of you are dismissed."

The dancers don't disperse besides the one grabbing another to head to find Charlie. They stay by their king and dare say singing with joy to their King's change.

.......

Noel has been here for months. Well, he still doesn't understand how he figured that out or why he was certain he could tell the exact amount of time that has passed in this realm. He knew he barely explored the palace and the city. Well, he hadn't even figured out a way to tackle that. He hasn't interacted with the king since he was dropped here. He was an idiot to think that he wouldn't take back power as soon as he could.

Two dancers followed behind their steps reminded Noel of ballerinas mixed with high heels against the stone floor.

The dancers weren't something he would have thought would happen. They weren't his jailer, nor were they keeping him from anything. They actually helped him get to places out of his reach. They spoke with music, and again, he had no idea why he understood them like he heard that language his entire life. He huffs and stops walking. "Take me to the king."

The two dancers exchange a glance before bowing to Noel. The larger of the two holds out their hands for Noel to take.

Noel blinks. Again, he didn't expect them to actually fulfill his request nor actually guide him.

The throne room was massive and full of artwork Noel could swear was new and messy. It reminded him of the paintings the King would do in his body but clumsy and disjointed as if the stability was gone. Speaking of the king, he sat on his throne with a bored expression even with the mask like face.

The dancers chirp a greeting as they bow at the throne.

"Stand." The king lazily waves his hand. "Charlie, it took you long enough."

"King, why.." Noel stops as the king interrupts.

"I have a name you may use. It's Hastur, I am not just my title." Hastur sounded bored like he already knew how this conversation would go. "And to make this annoying conversation change to something more interesting, you're not being held captive. You are free to leave at any time, but if it's back to earth, I will come with you as we are bonded together. I have done what I have wanted to do, and I was merely curious about how long it would take you to actively seek me out." He gets out of his throne walking towards Noel shrinking till he's only about a foot taller than Noel. "Come now, did you think I was lying when I said you've changed me?"

Noel stumbles back. "Then why are we here? What do you hope to gain from this? Is this just a game to you?"

Hastur sighs. "As I said, I wanted to get a few things in order before we leave here again. I was hoping you would figure out that you've become my missing piece making me whole again, and I hoped you would come to understand how much you've changed me. A game, maybe before it would have been one. I am changed irreversibly, so it seems."

Noel's voice grew quiet as his eyes widened. "Is that why I haven't gone mad here?"

"You can not go mad here, not anymore." Hastur holds out a hand. "Come, we shall return back to Oscar and Dennis."

Noel hesitates before grabbing the outstretched hand. "You're ok with this?"

"Seporating us would only kill us. I also rather miss painting and those movies. Things are distorted and twisted here it's not the same, and I can not change that even with my power. It's not how my realm works. I can not eat, nor can I do many things I can only do on earth in your body. I also would like to hold melody again." Hastur pulls Noel closer. "To be change is to be loved, is it not?"

Noel could feel his face heat up. "You love me?"

"As much as I am capable of." Hastur leans closer, and he could feel warm hands touch under his mask like face. "Not here and not now."

"Why?" Noel swallows.

"Your body doesn't do well against stone." Hastur's smile stretched under his mask, and sharp rows of teeth poked through his impossibly wide smile.

Noel swallows again. "I suppose Oscar can wait another day."

.......

Oscar hums to himself. It was his day off, and Dennis insisted he have a day on his own. So what if he was a bit worried about Noel and Hastur being back in the Dreamlands he wasn't hovering, and it's only been a week. He sighs as he walks along the sidewalks. Arkhem has changed a lot since they set up shop here, and thankfully, the local supernatural population made it so they didn't have to keep moving around to avoid suspicion. They became a pillar in the community, able to help others, even being a monster.... no, he wasn't a monster he really had to do better with that.

He gripped the metal cross that hung around his neck. It hurt, but it made sure he could control his powers. He never expected them to get so strong and dangerous. Dennis helps, but he knows it's not enough. He was still learning about himself and who his parents actually were, because neither of them were human. He also knew he wasn't abandoned on purpose. He just wanted to find them.

A deep voice pulled Oscar out of his thoughts. "Hastur?" He blinks, looking around for Noel, a man stopped I front of him with golden eyes, he did look familair but he couldn't place him.

The familair man spoke, and it felt like a kick in his teeth. "Hastur?"

"That's the King's name, Arthur! He shouldn't know that name!" A deep voice sounded panicked.

Oscar bit his lip and messed with the glove on his hand, then up to the bandages on his right arm. "It has been a while." He swallows. "We... well, I still had hope you were still alive." He paused, watching the expressions on Arthur's face change and eyes that never looked at you. "Oscar... uh, I'm Oscar. I know I haven't changed since we've seen each other. It's a long story, but you haven't changed either."

Arthur froze in place a look of shock on his features. "Oscar?"

"The priest Arthur, the one who you cut the arm off of."

"It kind of grew back." Oscar waves his right hand. "I uh... right, I'm being rude. Is that John? The voice in your head. I apologize for mistaking you for Hastur. You both sound similar."

"You can hear me... no! What are you doing with the king? You can call him by name! Did you make a deal with him to gain your arm back? For eternal life?" John growls.

"John, please calm down." Arthur's voice was quiet.

Oscar stepped back, and the cross was smoking. "No! No... I mean, uh..." He swallows the burning smell got stronger. "I uh we um.... Hastur is bound to Noel. Um Noel let's him paint and pet cats... er, that's another long story." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He sqeezes his eyes shut and gasps when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Oscar, ignore John." Arthur's voice was calm. "How about you tell me what you've been up to? It's the 80s it's been nearly 50 years. I think you owe me some of your time to talk."

John growls. "Why are you trusting him?"

Oscar nods. "My... uh, our office is down the road." He looks like a nervous bundle of energy, and the smoke adds to his scared demeanor.

......

Dennis heard the door open, and he huffed. "I told you they ain't back yet." He straightens the paper in his hands. "Your hovering won't...." The smell of smoke made him pause. He put the paper down and pulled out a vial of clear liquid. "What has you so worked up." He gets up, ignoring the man next to Oscar and opens the bottle. "Drink, then talk."

Oscar raised Dennis's hand with the bottle to his lips and drinks till the bottle runs dry, and he coughs violently, spewing smoke from his lips, and Dennis has to keep him upright. "T-thank you."

"Now I'll get you some fresh bandages for your arm, and you can introduce your new friend." Dennis shuffles to the bathroom, which is adjunct to the desk he was at.

"....Butcher?" The man speaks up and blinks.

"Only on the job." Dennis hums, returning with gauze and helps Oscar to the couch. He takes a pair of scissors to remove the singed bandage, revealing a thick, soft, short fur that went up to Oscar shoulder and down to his hand, which was clawed. "Oh mercy me my little devil why didn't you tell me it spread to your shoulder. It must have hurt hiding it."

"Oscar is covering his face. He looks embarrassed." John pauses. "It looks to be intimate almost casual between the two like they are close."

"Dennis is my partner." Oscar shifts in his seat, coughing less violently, but there is still smoke.

"Who are you talking to?" Dennis raised his brow but continued his slow, precise movement.

"Hastur lost piece he no longer needs." Oscar bites his lip as Dennis stops.

"No wonder you're so riled up." Dennis brushed hair out of Oscar's face and adjusted his glasses. "Arthur Lester." He doesn't turn to face him. "We do have chairs you can use."

Arthur stumbles forward until he reaches a chair to sit. "H-how?"

"You're supposed to be dead! Kayne killed you." John growled.

Oscar swallows and sighs. "Dennis, i can tell them. Can you make some tea, we can do the bandage later."

Dennis hesitates but sighs. "Alright, but keeping your arm out like that makes me wild." He kisses Oscar's cheek and heads to the small kitchen.

Oscar smiles, and he cleans up the gauze Dennis set out for him. "I hope you believe me...."

......

"So why can you hear me?" John seemingly calmed down hearing the full story.

Oscar scratches his stubble and hums. "I don't actually know, Hastur couldn't tell me either." He sighs, relaxing, leaning against Dennis.

Dennis, for his part, was brushing his fingers through the fur on Oscar's arm. It seemed to be a common occurrence to relax the taller man. "Are you staying for dinner?"

Arthur pauses. "We wouldn't want to intrude. We have a place but too far from here."

Oscar shakes his head. "No, please stay, Dennis is cooking tonight. it's a real treat."

"Devil's only saying that because I've had the stew simmering all day." Dennis snickers as Oscar huffs.

"Oh, that explains the lovely smell." Arthur smiles.

"Just stay. I have more questions." John huffs.

"Don't be rude." Arthur sighs.

Oscar hums. "Not rude at all. Are you staying in town for a while? Maybe you could help us with our clients unless you're busy."

"Actually, we just moved back here. I was going to apply to be a piano teacher, but I must say your offer sounds much better." Arthur chuckles at John's huff. "We'll stay safe, John, I promise."

"Aye, you'll be stuck doing the paperwork. Charlie won't do." Dennis smirks.

"No danger!" John cheers.

Arthur frowns.

Oscar smiles. "Just until the clients trust you both. There's a reason it's only been just the four of us for a while. Beings like them don't trust outsiders unless you prove your worth they aren't like elder gods who look down on mortals." He sighs. "I don't want to sound rude, but they don't tend to trust creatures or beings from where John's from. They are from earth, hell, earthly realms, and even heaven as rare as that is. I can give you some readings to familiarize yourself with these creatures you think are fiction."

Arthur nods. "We can get through the books, thank you."

"I am curious about these other worlds and creatures. They sound like nothing I've encountered before nothing familiar." John hums.

......

Dinner chat was light, and Arthur grew comfortable with the new reality. Even John seemed to relax. That was until a loud crash and cursing. Arthur instinctively grabbed the fork from his empty bowl of stew.

A deep voice Arthur knew wasn't John was low and laughing.

Another voice is familiar all the same but not causing dread to pool. "You fucking felt that too."

The deep voice seemed to have a smirk. "Oh, I did, but it seems I have a better tolerance than you."

"You cried when I got a papercut." The other voice hissed as the deep voice scoffs.

Dennis huffs getting up he had a knife in his hands, which John was keen ok pointing out as the man finally entered the kitchen. He pointed the knife at the new person. "Out! You are foul. You are not to touch until you clean yourself."

The man stops and sighs. "You made stew?"

"You ain't touching a drop till you wash up, or I'll make sweet music from your ribs." Dennis growls.

The man holds his hands up. "Fine, fine. How long was it?"

"A week." Oscar interrupts, reaching out to make Arthur drop his fork. "Noel, we have guests, so please clean up."

Noel, the man pauses and gasps. "Oh, you're still kicking ain't ya both." Noel tilts his hat and a black tendril manifest from his shoulder.

"Do not be friendly! Your conversation will drag, making the stew cold!" The deep voice growls.

"It's on the stove buddy, you don't have to be pissy." Noel pats the tendril that darts back under his skin. "Ignore him. He's a bit antsy since he is able to taste again since we just got back."

"He can taste?" John was curious.

The deep voice laughs. "That I can."

"He can also feel everything I feel." Noel sighs. "See everything I can and so on and so forth. He got a bit pissy in the dreamlands because he couldn't do any of that stuff. He couldn't even paint right yaknow."

"Enough discussion!" Hastur growls.

"I'll freshen up, and we can continue this." Noel waves and heads back down the hall to his room.

"My little devil here." Dennis walks by Oscar, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Made a mighty king as docile as a lamb."

Oscar covers his face. "Dennis enough."

"He's a shy one." Dennis kisses the top of Oscar's head. "Aye, but I'm his."

"Oscar seems incredibly flustered..... wait, why can Hastur taste?" John stops his description.

Oscar uncovers his face and sighs. "I made a deal with Noel years ago now. A demon deal." He bites his tongue as the word demon is poison on his lips. "I bound the king to him, and in return, they share everything. Noel has majority control here, and in the dreamlands, it's flipped. They have made adjustments themselves, but I fused them together." He stares at his uncovered clawed hand. "I don't know much about my lineage, but my parents didn't want to give me up, and neither of them are human."

"Oscar." Dennis sounded almost worried.

"N-no, I'm ok. I'm trying to get better about this. I'm trying not to think of myself as a monster. I used to be able to just assume I had a human parent, but after the King..." Oscar sighs. "I hope I haven't scared you both off from helping us."

Arthur shakes his head. "If anything you've made John jealous."

"I am not! Humans' eating is disgusting, and I desire no part of it!"

Oscar chuckles softly.

Arthur hums along, not believing John.

Noel returns showered and in a tank top and loose shorts. "Now may I enter?"

Dennis rolls his eyes. "You can. Your dish is heated up already on the counter."

Noel smiles. "Thank you, and again, it's nice to see you aren't dead, Arthur." He takes a spoonful of stew before Hastur can complain and leans against the counter. He chews and swallows with a sigh. "So what have you've been up to?"

"Hopefully, there are no more odd jobs from Kayne any time soon, but Oscar offered me a job here since we just moved back here." Arthur relaxes in his seat.

"They will eat you alive." Hastur huffs.

"No, they won't." Noel sighs. "Ignore him." He takes another bite.

"He'll be doing paperwork and talking to a few of our established clients, Hastur. You'll still have your investigations with Noel." Oscar hums softly.

Hastur huffs, but makes a pleased noise.

Noel snickers. "He tends to get a bit possessive."

"I do not!" Hastur growls.

.....

It's been a year into this arrangement, and John was tempted to ask Oscar for the ability to taste in exchange for Arthur gaining his sight back, tempted but not convinced it was worth it. Hastur was just an annoyance.

"I can feel you pouting, John." Arthur sighs.

Oscar squeaks. "Sorry if I was imposing."

"No." John sighs. "I am merely thinking. Besides, it looks like our client has fled... fled.. wait, why did they flee?"

Arthur moves his head around, and a manic chuckle makes him groan. "I can hazard a guess on why they fled."

Oscar tilts his head, spotting a floating white-haired man with blood dripping from his hands and feet. "Is that Kayne?"

Arthur sighs and pinches his brow. "Yes, that is Kayne, and no, John, I don't need you to describe him. I highly doubt he has changed."

"Why do you have fresh blood on your hands?" Oscar paused as Kayne rushed to be face to face with Oscar.

"I know you." Kayne tilts his head staring at Oscar. "I don't know why I know you." He huffs, leaning back. "I did have a little job for Arthur here, but..." He frowns. "This is going to just kill me! Who are you?"

John swallows. "That's Oscar, the former priest."

"John, I don't think his name matters." Arthur crosses his arms.

"Oscar..." Kayne rolls the name on his tongue like he knew something, but it was out of his reach. "Oscar Oscar Oscar..."

Oscar shifted in his spot. "I uh don't know you, but I've heard stories. Are you here for bloodshed?"

Kayne blinks. "I'm here for you now." He floats closer to Oscar. "Just who are you? Why do I think you're important? Just who are you, Oscar?"

"I'm nothing special." Oscar steps back, which only causes Kayne to float closer. "I'm just someone who wants to help others despite my nature."

"It's because of your nature." Kayne blinks and clicks his mouth shut. He seems conflicted as if he didn't mean to say that. "Something is itching at my mind something that seems to have been stolen from me. I don't like that." And with that, he vanishes.

"He's gone." John pauses. "Do you think Kayne knows your lineage?"

Oscar's eyes widen. "Oh dammit all I should have asked."

Arthur reaches out blindly and grabs Oscar's arm. "I have a theory, maybe a few, but you did just stop us from being carted off one of his quests so we can discuss over dinner."

"I uh... yes, that sounds nice." Oscar smiles. "Thank you Arthur."

John hums. "Will Hastur be there?"

"Noel does live with us, so I would assume so." Oscar cracks a small smile.

"That's unfortunate." John huffs.

"He's just mad because I compared them to siblings." Arthur chuckles.

"We are nothing alike!" John hissed.

Oscar chuckles as well. "Just because you act like brothers doesn't mean you're the same."

......

Oscar swallows as he pulls off a nail on his left hand. It wasn't so much a pull as a simple touch, and it came off. The new sharp black nail was already coming in, and it hurt. He knew the other nails had to be removed before they got stuck under the new nail and became infected. Dennis wasn't home. He went out to get supplies for their anniversary.

A soft knock on the open bathroom door pulled Oscar away from his thoughts. "Want help?"

Oscar doesn't hide his hand fast enough, and he knew Noel had already seen it. "I..." He could feel warm tears start to fall from his eyes.

Noel reached out a hand on Oscar's shoulder. "Come on, I have pliers."

Oscar nods, rubbing his face, and follows Noel to the living room. "I met Kayne."

Noel pauses as he picks up a toolbox. "Did he send you to Spain?"

"No. I think I confused him." Oscar holds out his left hand. "He seemed confused to see me, and he said he knew me." He flinched as the cold pliers gripped his nail.

"Maybe he knows something about your parents." Noel is as gental as he could be with the pliers, but they both knew this would be painful.

"Arthur assumed the same. I didn't ask... I mean, I didn't think to ask." Oscar frowns. "I'm not good at detective work even without our jobs."

"You're good at the other things that are more important." Noel quickly wraps the bleeding fingers. "Hell, I wouldn't be around today without you."

"And me." Hastur adds. He sounded content and lazy.

Oscar smiles and flexes his hand. "Thank you both of you." He sighs, staring at the bandages that were quickly getting stained with blood. "I'm still trying to unlearn what I was taught about myself. I'm trying to be more confident. I feel as if I made no progress."

"I would argue otherwise." Noel smiles and sits next to Oscar. "You're doing fine. Healing ain't linear kid."

"You're not that much older than I am." Oscar sighs with a smile.

"Still older than you." Noel winks.

"I am older than the both of you." Hastur hums.

"Yeah, yeah." Noel shakes his head.

Oscar chuckles softly.

"Actually, I do have a question." Noel waits a moment for Oscar to look at him. "Do you know what's up with the other demons? I mean, don't get me wrong, they are way nicer than the fiction states, but they seem stuck."

"Stuck?" Oscsr pauses and crosses his arms. "They are stuck, I uh... well, I've been talking to a few about myself and the best way to keep my power in check." He motions to the metal cross and rosaries wrapped around his right arm. "They say that hell has been blocked off for nearly 95 years. All demons on earth currently have not been able to return home, and no souk has been able to be properly placed...." He gasps and gets up, starting to pace. "That would explain the dark world issue. Human souls and earth creatures, in general, shouldn't go to the place meant to punish Elder Gods, right?"

Noel gets up and waves his hands. "Oscar, slow down it seems you're jumping to conclusions."

"No." Hastur interrupts, getting Oscar to stop pacing. "Oscar is right. I have vague impressions as if my own memory has been altered, but now that I'm whole again, it seems they seem to be coming back. Mortals, er humans shouldn't go to the dark world. Hell does sound familiar, but I can not grasp as to why. Something happened, something that disrupted the order of everything not just in this world but in other parallel worlds, like..." He huffs and then growls. "I... I don't know."

Noel rubs his chest. "Hey, relax, big guy, it's ok. So if that's the truth? Why seal off hell? Why leave demons stranded? Why cause issues for the infinite universes?"

"I-i don't know." Oscar scratches at his bandage hand. "Maybe John would know, I mean, he was your missing piece. Could he have those memories?"

Hastur hums. "We will discuss that with him. You need new bandages." A tendril manifests pointing at the blood dripping through the freshly ruined bandages.

Oscar gasps. "Damnit, fuck."

"Relax, relax." Noel guides Oscar back to the couch to redo the bandages. "We will stay till Dennis gets back. We both know how you hate to be alone."

"Thank you." Oscar smiles softly. "Thank you for everything, Charlie."

Noel nods. "Of course, and thank you, Oscar, for everything."

.......

Dennis raised his brow as he opened the front door. He spotted oscsr sleeping against Noel, who was reading a book he knew was Hastur's favorite. The most glaring issue was the new bandages traveling from Oscar's left hand to his forearm, red with blood. He placed his bags down quietly and shut the door nearly silently as he made his way to the couch. "Explain." His voice was quiet but stern, and if Noel was a lesser man, he would be scared.

Noel shut the book and sighs. "I.. we caught Oscar in the bathroom this morning. He pulled a fingernail that barely held on to his left hand as a new one was coming in. I helped remove the rest before they were grown over and became infected. He fell asleep not even ten minutes ago." He motions to the book still in Oscar's hand.

Dennis smiles softly as he relaxes. "Aye, poor little devil is a tired one." He scoops oscsr up in his arms, stirring him awake.

Oscar mumbles and opens his eyes. "Mmmh morning."

"It's afternoon, my sympathy." Dennis chuckles as the big amber doe eyes blink up at him, and his partners arms wrap around his neck.

"So it is." Oscar yawns. "Will you stay?"

"Of course I'll stay." Dennis smiles. "Charlie, get the groceries on your way out."

Noel waves from his spot on the couch. "Keep an eye on him, I'll be out late. I have a few questions for John."

Oscar nuzzles his face in the crook of Dennis's neck.

"Stay out later." Dennis hums. "Come now, it's time to rest in a proper bed."

Oscar mumbles something intelligible and yawns his sharp teeth accidently grazing Dennis's neck.

"Oh, you cheeky devil." Dennis hums.

.....

Noel spotted Arthur talking with Lilith. She was the oldest demon out of the ones he has met, young by Hastur's standards, but most everyone is. He bows as a show of respect and smiles. "Lady Lilith, may I borrow Arthur and John, or perhaps I can ask questions as well."

Lilith had silver locks and white eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dark. She was covered in scars that only seemed to add to her beauty, along with her muscular frame and elegant clothes. She held herself like she was a warrior. She smiles softly. "Sit Charlie, I don't mind your questions, and Hastur, I expect to see you as well."

A shadowy form manifests over Noel's shoulders, a yellow cloak, and a whit broken mask are the defining features. "Of course." Hastur bows the best he could in this form.

"I love how you taught him manners." Lilith hums, taking a sip of her tea. "Now, what brings you both out here? Arthur here is still getting a fewl for this side of the world, and John is just a curious little thing."

Noel smiles. "I was talking to Oscar earlier, and he brought up something interesting." He pauses as Lilith leans back, narrowing her gaze.

"Is the boy alright?" Lilith gave a cautious glance at Noel then to Hastur. The air became heavy and Arthur shuddered.

"Besides growing new nails on his left hand, he is fine. Dennis is watching over him." Noel knew to be cautious when discussing Oscar with demons they seem to have an unspoken bond to protect the man. He relaxes when Lilith smiles. "As I was saying, he brought up an interesting point, and Hastur seems to have missing memories to that point."

"You want to know why hell has been sealed off?" Lilith chuckles at the shared shocked expressions. "I was wondering when you would ask. It happened almost exactly 5 years from Oscar's birth. I had the luxury of being able to keep my memories, and it seems most others aren't as lucky." She puts her mug down and sighs. "That was a lie it's only recently my memories returned because I can assure you that if they weren't hidden from myself, Oscar would have never ended up in that disgusting church."

Arthur speaks up, leaning closer. "What do you mean by that?"

"As per the request of...." Lilith bites her tongue with frustration in her eyes. "Apologizes I am not allowed to reveal the parents of Oscar, but as per their request, if anything were to befall them, I would become Oscar's guardian. My memories were forcefully hidden from me, so I was unable to fulfill what was required."

Arthur pauses mulling over the information. "So would his other parent be an elder one?"

"Arthur?" John sounded almost concerned at the implication.

"As I said, I am unable to reavel his parents. However, I can tell you something else it's not just hell that has been sealed off. it's all earthly realms, what beings you find here or any other dimension of earth are what remains of those who were trapped here." Lilith paused and picked up her mug again. "Tell me, how did you come to that conclusion, Arthur?"

"Well, Oscar fused the King to Noel." Arthur furrows his brows as if he connected a piece that revealed the puzzle in front if him. "The only one I know of that has that power to move elder ones into mere mortals is..."

"Arthur." John's voice rang as a warning.

"Kayne." Noel finishes.

"Is that what he's going by these days? To think he used to be proud of his actual name." Lilith muses. "Although after what happened, I'm not surprised that he's changed."

"You know him?" John broke the sudden silence.

"Knew him, yes." Lilith sighs. "I fear, however, I wouldn't recognize him mentally if I ever saw him again."

Hastur shifts, leaning his ethereal form closer to Lilith. "Who sealed off the realms?"

"Who would require a sense of self." Lilith sips her tea. "It would be more so a legion of sorts that did this. No one being even yourself Hastur could manage the feat of effecting the infinite number of dimensions that this has happened in." She sighs. "Oscar's parents did their best, but they weren't strong enough together to stop what has happened. Is there a way to return the order to fix what was broken. I don't know, but what I do know is that the answers you truly seek I can not give."

Arthur scratches his chin. "So you know of Kayne. Is it true he has killed all his alternate selves?"

Lilith quirks her lips up. "I wouldn't be able to give you an answer, but it would make sense he would after what transpired. Did he tell you why?"

"He was bored." Arthur flinches as Lilith laughs loudly.

"He was bored? It's amusing how a broken mind twists the truth. He did it for love and revenge, darling." Lilith chuckles as she finishes her tea.

Noel raised his brow, confused. "Love? I don't think that being is capable of that."

"I have to agree." John grunts. "Kayne is a being of madness. There is no rhyme or reason to his wants and desires or actions."

"I don't agree." Hastur hums.

John huffs. "Oh, and your reason?"

Hastur pauses mulling over his words. "Before we were seporate, can you recall our meetings with Nerophropte?"

"I can." John gasps. "You don't mean."

"I do." Hastur crosses his arms.

John squeezes his fist.

Noel frowns. "Care to share with the class?"

"John, what are you both implying?" Arthur places his hand on John's.

"Kayne killing his other selves happened after the shift." Hastur paused. "There are gaps in my memory that aren't from you, John. Charlie, if you would allow, I think I can find answers in the dreamlands."

Noel nods. "Ok. Ok, we can do that."

"Not alone." Arthur holds John's hand. "We will come with you both."

"Arthur, are you sure?" John sounded worried.

"I will make sure no harm befalls either of you. This is for something else, and I am no longer the same from that time." Hastur sounds sincere.

"I keep him in check." Noel smirks.

Arthur nods. "Then it's decided."

.......

"Are you sure you want to come with us?" Arthur adjusts his bag on his back even though Noel and Hastur said they shouldn't need any of that.

Oscar nods, adjusting the bandage on his arm. "This might involve me. I want to know the truth about myself. I want to know why my parents left me... I know it wasn't on purpose, but I just want to know them. What they were, and what I am."

"I'm just coming along as support." Dennis adjusts his bag, mostly filled with weapons.

"He also wants to sharpen his skills." Oscar sighs. "Hastur said he would be allowed to hunt the monsters that would dare hurt the King. It's also a birthday gift."

Noel shakes his head. "Honestly, you just want to use your powers. The deal you made with Oscar gives you."

Arthur pauses. "Right... well, it's time to go. John, are you ready?"

John has been quiet for a long while. "As much as we can be."

Noel and Hastur open the door through to the dreamlands. Oscar enters first he removes his crosses and such revealing his true form. Wings sprout from his lower back, a long, thick fur covered tail with a sharp end. Horns sprout from his head dark red nearly maroon curl with a blue flame on top, there's a white streek in his hair a contrast to the dark nearly black hair. Fur spreads to his shoulders and hips down to his arms and legs his chest remains bare. His back has bone spurs on the back of his shoulders that go down to his back they dot down. A symbol that mimics Kayne's symbol is etched on his bare chest. His eyes are a black pitch, and his teeth sharp needle like, and his tongue forked.

Dennis enters next he doesn't change, but does give Oscar a red cloak to hide his inhumane features.

Arthur is next, John is manifested behind him but attached to his shadow.

John is no way as big as Hastur, but he is bigger than Arthur. His cloak is black with slashes of yellow. His features dark, and his yellow eyes shine through the black. His lower half is tendrils and seems to float as he walks.

Finally, Noel enters, and he doesn't change, but Hastur is back to the King in all his maddening glory.

Before Arthur could ask where they were, a cocaphany of music blended together eeriely.

Hastur raised his hand. "You know better than to swarm, even with guests." The disjointed overlapping music quiets. "Charlie will be guiding Arthur to the library, and yes, you two may accompany them."

One of the smallest dancers and the biggest move to Noel's side. Arthur is pulled to Noel's side by John's hand.

"Yes, that it my firmer missing piece. He goes by John, be kind to him." Hastur pauses as the dancers focus on Oscar, who was trying to pull his hood over the horns, but it was getting caught on the sharp points. The dancers erupted in a new loud chorus, now almost harmonious. He pauses. "That is Oscar... ah yes, you can take him, but take his consort with him." He motions to Dennis as the mob of dancers swarmed Oscar and Dennis.

Oscar freezes. "Um, hello? I don't know what they are saying."

Hastur laughs it's booming and dark. "They are calling you a baby. Which you rightfully are."

John nods. "They seem very excited and affectionate, like new mothers."

"I think you mean aunts." Arthur corrects.

"That too." John huffs.

Oscar covers his face, and the flame at the tip of his horns burns a bright blue. This only caused the dancers to sing louder as if they were even happier.

"They seem to be cooing as if he is a newborn." John tilts his head. "It seems their memories weren't tampered with."

Dennis chuckles at the scene. These creatures, the dancers, seem to do nothing but fuss over Oscar.

Hastur snaps his fingers, and the palace goes quiet. "Oscar and his consort shall be traveling with me, any of you may follow except the two to guard Charlie and Arthur." There's a whistle of a tune as the dancers separate. He leans down, offering his hand for Oscar and Dennis to climb on which they do. "Arthur, John, you are guests do not attempt to destroy my palace."

John huffs, and Arthur nods.

.......

Oscar spoke up with a quiet voice. He puffs out his wings to keep balance on Hastur shoulder, trying not to dig his clawed feet or bone spurs on his heels to increase his grip. "They seem to know me, but why?"

"Even if my own memory was tampered with, theirs was not. They seem to know your lineage, and in the past, we may have been allies or even on friendly terms. Hence, them fussing over you like they are acting as parents." Hastur hums as his dancers stop and point to a room. A choir of sounds echo from them. "It seems I was incorrect. We were much closer than allies." He waves his hand, and lights appear on the walls, and it seems to be a twisted version of a nursery.

The nursery seems to have a wording, neither if the men on the King's shoulder could understand carved into the wall. The bed was tiny, and it had railing like one for a child. It looked to be the size for a small human child. There seem to be various toys neatly stacked into an open toy box. There also seemed to be a photo on a nightstand.

Oscar leaped down using his wings to stop his descent he cautiously moved forward. The room felt familair, scarily so. Ghostly impressions of a male and female voice ring out with words he couldn't grasp. He came up to the photo. It was in black and white. There was an odd stain of something he couldn't make out on the frame, but the picture was of... he frowns. "Hastur, could you let Dennis down?"

Hasur picked up Dennis by his shirt and placed him down next to Oscar. "What do you see?"

"It's a photo." Oscar swallows. "There's a woman with short black hair and horns, a child holding her hand and uh..."

"Kayne." Dennis sighs. "Kayne is holding the boys' other hand. They seem to be lifting him up, and they seem happy. The boy is happy. He looks to be laughing. The boy has tiny nubs of horns, barely poking out of his hair and little embers from the tips. A long tail falls behind the boy curled around what looks to be his mother's tail. Her tail is different than the boys, but it's hers." He reaches out and wipes the tears from Oscar's face. "It's ok to cry."

Oscar holds the photo to his chest and sinks to his knees. "They... they did love me."

The dancers begin to get louder, and Hastur stops them from rushing forward. "Leave the boy be." He sighs and shrinks down. "Do you wish to look for more photos?"

Oscar can't speak, but he nods.

Dennis crouches next to him. "Come on, go sit in your bed. We'll both look." He looks to Hastur, who nods.

Oscar doesn't move from his spot on the floor. He wipes the tears from his eyes and stares at the photo. How old was he? Where was this taken? How was it taken? He looked so happy. He doesn't know how long he stressed until Dennis tapped his shoulder and sat next to him.

"We found some more." Dennis holds the pile up.

The first photo is Kayne trying to button his pants, looking embarrassed and frustrated. There's a hand in the foreground giving a thumbs up. His stomach was slightly barely noticeably distended. There was writing in Latin on the back.

Oscar blinks. "Someone is starting to regret." He reads aloud. "Then there's more on the bottom. Um.... it says I am not."

"You know Latin?" Hastur tilts his head.

Oscar nods. "I learned from the Bible and the orphanage."

The next photo is again of Kayne, who looks to be floating, hugging his massive swollen stomach. The words on the bottom written in Latin say. "His feet hurt from walking." Then again below that. "Noooo, I merely can hold them better like this."

Dennis chuckles. "They seem to be writing messages describing the picture, maybe for future stories to look back on." He smiles. "They left them for you."

"Me?" Oscar can feel more tears whell up in his eyes.

The next photo is of the woman carving a wooden... well, neither man knew how to describe the creature, but they could match it to a toy in the toy box. The woman was focused, and there was a pile of other wooden toys next to her. The text on top was of Kayne's. "Mommy's being a perfectionist. We both know she can't daddy's form properly on any canvas." Below was the woman's handwriting. "Who says it's you?" There was a heart scribbled next to the question mark.

The next photo was Kayne sleeping. Well, dozing the three of them assumed the man couldn't sleep. A small bundle was curled on his chest, and a puff of hair was suck out of the bundle. Kayne was back in his suit minus shoes. His arms were curled around the bundle. The writing on top was back to the woman's. "The first thing he does is put on that stupid suit of his once his body went back to normal. Your father is a menace." Below that was Kayne's handwriting. "I fed him first."

Oscar actually chuckles softly and is confused when he picks up the next picture it's a mess of blurred shapes and twisted lines. On the back, it reads. "Brought little Oscar to meet the king.... I forgot he doesn't photograph." It was written by Kayne.

"I don't remember this." Hastur tales the picture and tilts his head. "But it's familair. Like a memory you can not grasp."

Dennis sighs. "The next couple of photos are like this, I think Kayne was showing you off to the other old ones."

Going through the distorted photos, they finally return to the ones they can actually make out. Oscar seems to be about two in these pictures. Oscar was being held by that woman, assumingly, his mother, the woman next to her, was Lilith. She looked serious and was letting Oscar tug on her tail in his mother's arms. His mother wrote on the back. "Lady Lilith is one of my strongest soldiers and my most trusted friend, and unlike your father's family, it can be photographed." Underneath was Kayne. "Just because she can be photographed doesn't make her any better. Oscar likes my family better."

The next photo had Kayne floating above 8 people, a mix of men and women, and the one in the middle was his mother. Kayne had Oscar on his stomach and both waved at the camera. His mother wrote first. "Your aunts and uncle's, or whatever they decide to be the day you talk to them. Your father wasn't being nice and kept you away from them. He did come down after you ate one of his fingers. He never listens to my warnings." Kayne scribbled a response, and there was a stain next to his words. "You were crying and still didn't understand that it will grow back. I'm very proud of you. Also, don't listen to your mom. I can handle you just fine." His mom wrote under that. "He's lying he cried when you started to cry."

"They seemed to love you very much." Hastur reaches out to comfort Oscar. "I don't remember you, but you were important enough to me that you have a nursery here."

Oscar nods and continues to look through the photographs.

.......

"We are in the... Hastur's personal library, the walls are covered in massive shelves with books of every size and language you could imagine." John pauses, looking over to Noel, who was trying to push away the larger dancer that was trying to take his hat. "Noel seems preoccupied."

"You can't have my hat!" Noel huffs and jumps when the smaller one tugs at his coat. "I don't care that you like mortal clothing. You can't take them."

"I don't believe the dancers are threatened by him." John chuckles.

Arthur sighs, then pauses. "Wait, Noel, you can understand them?"

John gasps. "How?"

Noel sighs, waving the pair off. The two dancers let out a melodious giggle and stand but the entrance. "I never did tell you two what actually being fused to Hastur means."

"You didn't." Arthur frowns.

"It's not bad, but in a way, I've become John. I mean, technically, I've become his missing piece, making the king whole again." Noel rubs the back of his neck. "It's odd being able to read and understand things. I really shouldn't be able to let alone not go mad from seeing all of this, but I've adjusted. I still have no idea what having his power means or does, but I don't know. I feel more at peace than I ever did before." He smiles. "We've changed each other for the better. Although he never lets me leave here without at least two dancers, since if I get hurt, he gets hurt."

"You share everything." Arthur hums. "Literally."

"Kind of like you two." Noel winks. "Now, where should we start?"

"I think we should start on why you are here." Mankc laughter as the man with white hair and bloody hands and feet float down. "Arthur old buddy, what brings you back here? Missing the pits?"

Arthur curses. "Fuck. Kayne, why are you here? Didn't you want to look into Oscar?"

Kayne tilts his head. "Who?"

Arthur blinks, and John leans forward. "Oscar, the former priest. The one that stopped you from making us go on another one of your quests."

"Nah, not ringing any bells." Kayne snickers. "You sure you're ok, Jonny boy?"

"They're in the nursery." Noel chimes in as the two dancers rush to his side.

"Why would old yellow have a nursery?" Kayne rotates till he's upside-down. He grimaced, rubbing his temples. His eyes go blank for a moment, and then he starts to laugh. "Arthur and John back in the dreamlands. Ain't that just a picture."

Arthur steps back. "Kayne, are you ok?"

"Perfectly peachy." Kayne grins at Arthur. "I'm grinning since your eyes seemnto be lacking Jonny boy, be a good guide dog."

Noel takes a breath, and his green eyes glow yellow. "The King requests your presence."

Kayne chuckles. "How did you end up bound to the King, Spain?" He laughs again and vanishes.

John, let's out a breath. "H-how?"

"What kind of army has that power to ruin something like Kayne's memory." Arthur shudders.

The smaller dancer helps keep Noel upright. He grimaced. "Not used to that. Hastur has to warn me before he uses me like a damn telephone." He sighs. "Maybe we'll find something here. Could you two help?"

The two dancers exchanged looks and then nodded. They chirp out a melody.

Noel nods. "Alright, we should be looking in the back right corner to start."

......

"What do we have here?" Kayne's manic laughter was absent as his bloody feet landed on the floor of this foreign yet familair room. His bloody footprints followed behind as he walked to the picture frame. He stared at the photo as his nose began to leak something black and vicious. A purple substance leaked from his eyes as he studied the picture. He didn't notice Hastur nor the other two off in the corner. His thumb brushed against the face of the woman, then the child. "These should be in color."

Hastur gets up and returns to his massive size. "Kayne."

A crack appeared on Kayne's face as something inhuman spilled from the open wound, which seemed to grow until an indescribable creature a monster stood where Kayne was... no, this was Kayne out of his human shaped shell.

Oscar lunged and covered Dennis's eyes before he could see. "Please keep them shut." He makes sure his eyes are close before he lets go. He gets up, holding his tail as he slowly approaches the massive indescribable creature. He takes a breath and reaches for something solid and tugs.

The creature lurched, and a clawed talon of some sort went to slash but stopped as sudden as it appeared. The creature made sickening crunching and wet flesh, tearing noises until Kayne was back in his human shell. He was breathing heavily as he reached for Oscar and placed a soft hand on his cheek. "You grew up without me."

Oscar can feel warm tears drip down his cheeks and see the purple fluid fall down his father's own eyes. "I... I didn't want to."

Kayne sniffs, wipping the vicious fluid from his face it doesn't do much. "I... you...." He hiccups and pulls Oscar into a tight hug. "You have your mother's eyes."

The tears continued to stream down Oscar's face. "We are looking through photos."

Kayne pushes Oscar away, holding his shoulders. "Photos? No, no, no, your mother made them." He takes the one from Oscar's pocket. "Let's see if I can start this...." He rubs the photo, and color seems to leek onto the frame, and it grows like a movie screen against the wall.....

The photo comes to life and plays a scene.

Kayne is huffing, trying to close his dress pants. "Why are you testing that now?"

A woman's voice is heard. "Because our little one deserves to know you're more concerned about your dumb dress pants than their comfort growing."

"Lucyyyy." Kayne whines. "I don't think they shouldn't... I should still be able to wear these."

"Just put on the pants I got you." The woman laughs as Kayne groans louder, floating up and curls himself to talk to his stomach.

"Do you hear this? Your mother is making me wear disgusting sweatpants. You deserve the best blood-soaked suits." Kayne huffs crossing his arms.

"Darling, they don't even have ears yet. I don't care what you say about yourself and what being an old one means. You deserve to be comfortable." The woman comes into view holding a pair of red sweatpants. "Come on, they even match your eyes. I'll even sweeten the deal, and you don't even have to visit my siblings when I give the news."

Kayne was still pouting. "I want pickles and chocolate."

Lucy laughs. "How about I get you some pickels and the hellbeast steaks you like?"

"No, I want chocolate and pickles." Kayne points at his stomach. "Baby wants pickles, I want ice cream."

Lucy laughs harder. "Put on your pants, and I'll give you both."

Kayne grabs them and puts them on in a huff. He immediately relaxes and looks comfortable. He floats close to the recorder. "Don't tell your mommy she was right." He winks, and the screen returns to a photo.

Oscar gasps.

Kayne smiles, finally wiping his face clean. "Your mother made so many of these. She even made sure I could activate them myself."

"That's what mom sounded like?" Oscar wipes his face.

Kayne's smile dropped, and he picked up Oscar. Floating lazily upward. "How about we watch some more? I think my memory needs a bit of refreshing."

Oscar nods, trying to shift his weight to not crush his father, but it's in vain as Kayne grabs him in a bear hug.

"Nope, I have the right as your father, and all the years I've missed that I can and will carry you." Kayne chuckles softly, waving his hand, and Dennis is put in a chair well more like a recliner as he floats down next to him. "At least your consort is interesting."

"Husband." Oscar corrects.

Dennis smiles. "Oh, I'm whatever he wants me to be as long as I can have him."

Oscar covers his face as the flames on his horns grow bright.

Kayne laughs. "You've trained him well just your mother did to me."

........

"I don't believe you'll find anything in that section. It's family lineage." A man with long black hair that seems to flow over his shoulders stares up at the two men. His eyes are yellow, a contrast against his dark skin. He's tall and muscular in a simple suit with a yellow cloak. His nails were black as he reached out to Noel. "Perhaps you needed my guidance from the start."

Noel doesn't turn around to see the man. "Hastur, we can figure this out on our own. We don't need your help. You're supposed to be helping Oscar and Dennis."

Hastur crosses his arms. "Charlie."

Noel turns to face him, and his breath catches in his throat. "Hastur?"

Hastur smiles his teeth, nearly shining since they are white like bleached bone. "Tell me, did you think Kayne actually looked human? This is an old trick I had. I merely just recalled it."

Noel blinks. He was shorter than him still, but that didn't matter he was used to that. "You cam be human?" He walks slowly around Hastur taking in all his features.

"No, it's more of a human shape shell. However, there are things I haven't been able to do that I can do in this form. Such as.." Hastur takes Noel's hand and kisses it before pulling him into an embrace. "I can understand why Kayne chooses to remain in this form." He takes Noel's hat and places it on his head. "Care to share what you've both found?"

Noel's face grows red with a blush. He adjusts the hat on Hastur's head and smiles. "Don't you already know everything in here?"

"There are still gaps in my memory I am trying to recover." Hastur smiles back, and he can feel his own cheeks heat up when Noel interlocks their fingers.

"Come on. You have the right to show off this form to everyone. And I have the right to explore what it can do later." Noel pulls him along to the section Arthur and John were looking through.

"Arthur, I think we found a section on the Hell realm." John uses his hand to point.

"I believe it's still just called Hell, John." Arthur smiles. "However again I can't see where your pointing."

"How did you know I pointed?" John huffs.

"Because I can feel you pull my arm." Arthur hums.

John scoffs. "No, you can't."

"I can assure you I can." Arthur turns to a new noise.

John is quiet. "It's Noel, but there's a man with him they seem to be holding hands."

"A man?" Arthur made a noise of disbelief.

"He has dark skin like chocolate, his eyes are a striking yellow and he has long stairght black hair that drapes down his shoulders. He is wearing Noel's hat, a simple suit, and a yellow cloak. He's taller than Noel and more muscular."

Hastur hums. "As much as I appreciate the description, John. I can assure you I am still not a man."

"Hastur!" John gasps. "How?"

"I merely relearned an old trick. Did you think Kayne was the only one capable of having a human shell?" Hastur chuckles it sounded less maddening and more human but still deep and low.

"Could I make one?" John made a noise of surprise. "Not that it's important I am merely curious."

Arthur chuckles. "I think we're a bit tangled for that. However, I would like to see what you would look like, John. Maybe even teach you how to properly play piano or even have an actual game of chess." He stops raising his brow. "John your holding my hand."

"I know." John sounded fond and happy.

#malevolent #arthur lester #noel malevolent #charlie dowd #oscar malevolent

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terra-incognita-03 · 1 year ago

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Who will Know? (A Poem)

(WARNING: This poems contains mention of injury, violence and blood. May also be depressing to the reader. Proceed at your own caution)

If I die in this world, who will know something of me? Who will know when I am gone, dead and buried beneath the soil? Who will know my story?

His cries echo across the jungle of the metropolis, a being whose heart has known nought but pain and suffering. He stares down at the hands of the thing he has become, a God Incarnate.

I am lost. This vessel I inhabit is not my own, my own flesh betrays me. Further and further do I stumble and with each step brings me only further agony. Who will know of my pain?

His back runs red with the flood of injury. He knows no respite, no peace, only pain. As the rainfall of blood showers down his sides, he feels something that he had not felt before.

There’s no trace of my yearning. No matter I deeply I look into my soul, a downward slope is all I see. Who will know my hopes and dreams?

A fire boils his blood and he feels it burning up inside him. Filling every inch of his twisted frame. They shall share his pain and will know him.

But I must carry on. Nothing worse can befall me. The world has done enough harm to me. The time has come for the persecution of the masses. Who will know my intent?

He unhinges his jaw as inhales, his belly filling with scolding hatred. He breaths out the darkness left in him all across the city, his eyes close.

I wear a void where my heart once was. For there is nothing left but the darkness. It shall extinguish all. Not even hope shall purge the emptiness of my soul. Who will know my loss?

Flame belches forth as the ground transforms into a sea of destruction. Burning away everything in his wake.

As long as breath comes from my mouth. I may yet stand the slightest chance overcoming them. I spit this venom coursing through my veins out back upon the masses, upon this accursed place, upon all. Who will know my wrath?

His flame becomes tempered and sharpens. His breath has become his sword, with which he shall cut down all before him. With words he shall tell onto them, the words that bring destruction. The speech unto oblivion and the eulogy of the end.

A shaft of light is all I need to cease the darkness killing me. I shall burn past the veil of shadow and bring back the light. A flicker of hope that still remains. But no, all of it has distinguished and all that is left is the void. From the void was everything made, and back shall it all go. Who will know my tragedy?

None. Because there shall be none left to hear it.

#godzilla #godzilla fandom #toho kaiju #poems on tumblr #shin godzilla #shin gojira #kaiju #daikaiju #short poem #short story

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antibigotwhumpblog · 1 year ago

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Crucifixion Pt.1

(Prev, Next, Masterlist)

Cw: Whump, Toxic Christianity, Mouth, and Hand Gore

Heleigh's lips quivered. Her arms could no longer suspend her body off the ground or they'd surly snap. Tension ached within her back. She rested her head on the wall. For she knew she had nothing to be fearful of because this was all God's plan. He took residence inside her body like a temple, and he healed her from yesterday's torment. No human could hurt God, and therefore no human could hurt an angel. If God was the Sun, angels were the Moon. Her kind radiated their master love's for the humans, so she had no doubt the man had been swayed by her display of strength and forgiveness and was ready to release her. She stilled her whines of pain when the runes on the door caught fire. The fire meant the mortal had returned, and she refused to even appear broken in front of him. She'd straightened her spine against her misgrown wings and held her chin high. She ignored the tremble in her arms. He entered the room and dawned in a burnt orange suit and a disgusted snarl.

"Be not afraid," She proclaimed in her best voice, "For I bestow the joyous news of Jesus Christ."

His face further furrowed behind his wrinkles. He stood next to the door and studied her. She lifted her nose even higher.

"Release me, repent, and you shall be free of your sins. I swear no harm will befall you."

He grit his teeth, "Shut up. You're lucky you must cast spells with that tongue."

"The Lord loves you, Child. No matter what you have done, you will be forgiven," She continued.

His hand twitched towards the wall of weapons. She sucked in a small breath and glared at the ceiling. She was ready this time. She had put her faith in her master. Nothing the human did could hurt her meaningfully.

"I am shielded by God's strength, child. Witness how strong your guardian and father is, if you must."

He'd stood for a moment too long and then broke into action towards his wicked armory. She shut her eyes defiantly. He returned to his spot 5 feet from her binds. Within his hands, he held a small nail and an iron hammer. Despite the lack of greatness in his weapons of choice, Heleigh nearly fainted from the stench. Her eyes, nose, and mouth stung from hatred. The smell in the air practically burned her. She choked on her spit and glared at the vile thing he somehow beheld. It was inherently evil and so very wrong. As if it were her finger. The man twirled it around in his fingers.

Heleigh relaxed her muscles to the best of her ability, "You toy with something very sinful, child."

He clutched onto the hammer, and scowled, "This is supposedly the nail impaled in Jesus Christ's left palm on the cross. If you utter another sound around me, then I shall fasten your tongue to the roof of your mouth with it."

Her cheeks paled. He mustn't. Without any way to reason with the man, neither of them could be free. She tentatively licked her lips.

"Child, you are a mortal incapable of understanding-"

He clasped onto her jaw and dragged her chin down. She furrowed her brows upwards, terrified he could heartbeat like a rabbit. She could feel the aura of sin in the palm of the man's hand against her skin. She reminded herself to be courageous. He was only a human. A pathetic house pet for her master.

"God has defeated this nail once before. He can do it again."

He glared at her like she was shit on his shoe, "Maybe, but God isn't within you."

She couldn't breathe. She tried to jerk her head away, but it was too late. He planted one hand on her legs, and the other in the way of her teeth. He inserted the nail into her mouth. She resisted every urge to bite. It felt as if he was hovering a demon's corpse inside her mouth. Its aura was painful. He maneuvered her tongue despite her resistance to the roof of her mouth and pricked the bottom of her tongue with the nail end. She winced, a paralyzed sensation blooming throughout her tongue accompanied by an agonizing cramp. The man pried her mouth open like she was a canine, and tapped the hammers lightly against the nail. It pinched the flesh of her tongue.

#divine right of kings #whump writing #angel whumpee #hunter whumper #inhuman whumpee #living weapon whumpee #oc: aerich glenn #oc: heleigh #whump #whumper #writing by tj #fantasy whump

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forgottenalaric · 1 month ago

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"No. No news," Alaric wished beyond anything that he could have offered something to his brother: even some small clue that meant that they had been on the right track. As it was, it seemed to Alaric as though the fugitives had vanished into thin air.

He did not think it wise to add this sentiment aloud. It had been a long time since he had seen his brother thus defeated. Oh, there had been many defeats upon the battlefield: but Roderick would always win the war. This was different. He had conquered Astaira: he sat upon the throne of their kings ... and yet, it still was as hard to hold in his hands as though it had been sand running through his fingers.

"There is no doubt that there was outside help." This was not a new revelation, but he felt it warranted repeating. There were stories, already, adrift in Lorcan that the demons the Astairans worshiped aided in their escape. Even that the gods and goddesses, themselves, had descended from the heavens to free them. Alaric meant to put a stop to these rumors.

Perhaps these men had been working with the creature like spirits they called "guardians", but god would never have given his aid to these men. As for their own gods and goddesses, they did not exist.

"I agree with your son. They do love the woman that once was their Queen," Alaric began, slowly. He meant to chose his own words carefully. He had no intention of letting his brother even suspect what his own feelings were upon the matter. Nor did he want to give his brother any advice that would lead to harm befalling her. But what would crush the Astairans more than to no longer have the Staffords? How quickly would their revolt die out, if there was no one left to fight for?

"However violent and egregious their actions were, I think it is clear that their misguided loyalty towards her is their motivation. You must find a way to use that to your advantage. And in this, perhaps Edmund is right. If you can control Eilionora. Stafford, perhaps you can control the populace. When she speaks, the people listen."

Alaric meant to be persuading his brother that marrying her was still the right course of action. It was not what he would have hoped for her, but it was a far better future than the alternative. However, as he spoke, he wondered if he was painting a picture of her as much more dangerous than he meant.

"She seems to be stubborn and proud, but in the end, she is only a woman." He did not believe that this was necessarily a weakness, but he realized quickly that he needed to curb any doubts his brother might have about being able to control her. "I think, in time, she will succumb to you. And then, the populace will not be far behind."

He exhaled, "As for their religion ... their devotions run deep. Even those who no longer believe in their false gods, consider their traditions worth holding onto. And as atheists, they do not realize how blasphemous these practices can be. I do not know how we shall convince them that these beliefs, that they have so long held to be true, are false."

He truly believed it would take a miracle. It would take some sign of the truth of their own god to sway them. But how could such a thing be arranged? God was not to held at the beck and call of man.

"In this area, I believe we must do our best to educate them and allow god to do the rest."

Closest Companion | Roderick & Alaric

They'd all met in Marian's chambers, her suite (like his other queen's) sprawling an entire floor of the great castle and housing, as well as herself, her two younger children. Generally, Roderick took his supper grandly, both wives and all his children and clan, and even the former-Staffords in attendance -- one big, happy family. But tonight, the emperor was tired.

The news had been bad. The unholy convicts had been freed by lawless men, rather than receiving their just due. How even the Astairans could pardon these heathens of their crimes was a mystery to Alaric -- had they not caused the needless deaths of their own countrymen by embroiling them in a vile riot. Evil men they were, and despised by the one god. He would smite them yet.

His fury had been largely spent when the news had found him, but exhaustion had everywhere plagued him after that. This aftermath, securing a nation following conquest, was still a huge part of an takeover, but there was no joy in this aspect for Roderick and, generally, the populace was quieter and might be left to the oversight of his uncle rather than requiring his own imperial attentions.

His head was heavy, tonight. Roderick had cancelled the grand dinner, opting for a small supper taken in Marian's chambers to which all his children and his brother, only, had been invited. He had no doubt Amira would snipe at him about it on the morrow, and he would thus have a similar small dinner with her that evening, but tonight he wanted only comfort, and for that he looked to his gentle Marian. When he wanted a viper to strike in the dark, he would call upon Amira, he thought with some bitterness, head resting upon his fist. (They had quarreled two nights past, and he had yet to forgive her. She was far too ambitious for a woman. But doubtless, two nights from hence, he would have forgotten the offence, entirely.)

Dinner was over, his daughters abed and sons off to whatever pursuits best pleased them; Marian took her bath. Roderick was seated before the wide fire. It belched bright-burning flames to pierce the darkness cloaking the rest of the room. Silver starlight slanted through the wide windows at either side, the image of Astairan constellations illuminating the ceiling so that the emperor and the duke seemed caught up in the cloak of night, its silver fires sparkling everywhere around them. When Astairans embraced a theme, Roderick thought with grim humor, they certainly committed to it.

Blue eyes flashing to his brother, Roderick wearily lifted his head. "Any news from Lorcan?" Steepling his ring-laden hands before him, he cast his gaze back towards the fire, shook his head.

"But I am weary, brother. I am weary of this place, I am weary of this..." he shook his pounding head. "I am weary."

His fury was wasted. Impotent. And it made him feel trapped, as much a prisoner here as he'd been in his father's castle, at the mercy of forces beyond his control. The thought made him sick. Sick at heart; sick in his flesh, too. He put his hands to his face, rubbing his brow. Cold metal scraped his head. With a growl, Roderick ripped ring after ring from his hand. He cast them away. A king wore rings. His father wore rings. But he need make no pretenses here. Everyone else was gone. It was only Alaric. And Alaric knew he was king and man, both. He would not think less of him for a few fewer rings.

He stared unseeingly after them, watched them drink the flames of the fire and echo them back upon their golden bands, and shook his head again.

"How do I crush them? I knew this was an evil place when I came here, but I confess, I imagined the divine light of salvation would do its work. I did not think I would need to stamp them out while they hide amongst their marshes and their trees and their--" he gestured a shrug with one flippant hand. "Edmund would have me cater to them, first, win their would-be queen's hand, and then strike." He rested his chin upon his fist. "Not a bad stratagem, but...it reeks of Amira."

He did not mean he believed this to be Amira's plan. Only that her son reminded him of his mother. And just now that was no welcome thought.

"And I would not win their love by way of a wife," he added. "Only cement it. Cement it for my heirs. I want their souls, Alaric. I want them for the god. I want their faith. For all that they are heathen barbarians, this is a faithful people. Even when their false idols abandon them, they will not give them up. Why can I not command that faith? My god is the true one!"

The emperor stood abruptly. His chair rocked behind him. He paced away, went to the window. Astaira lay quiet beneath him.

The only true faith he'd ever commanded, was that of Alaric, that of his beloved empress, and that of his dear Marian. Even his children bucked his authority in one way or another, from time to time. Who else believed in him that way, in all of time? His men. His armies. He had them. But they were useless here. Useless as he, himself, was. Useless as he had always been. Always. Passing a hand before his face, Roderick shook his head.

"Why will they not come into the light?"

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years ago

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give me 2 lifelines

Loki Laufeyson x female reader x Nuada (SMUT)

Anon asked: I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

SMUT AHEAD, 18+, sir/king kink, threesome MMF, dominant vibes,ah, you know the drill

!WARNING! THIS IS MY FIRST THREESOME WRITING IF IT'S BAD, PLEASE, BE GENTLE WITH ME! (p.s if you like it support me with a KOFI)

I am not the best at grammar so if there are any mistakes, sorry! Now, enjoy!

"Tell me about him."

"About who, Loki?"

"Your past lover with the fairly peculiar name."

"Nuada? Why?"

"You said his name yesterday in your sleep, dove."

"Sorry."

"Why for? Now, was he comparable to me?"

She giggles "A little. He held himself to the same elevated royal regard like you."

"Oh."

"But that was his downfall."

"Oh..."

"That was years ago. I am certain he forgot about me. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. However, you are untrue about one thing."

"About what?"

"Whoever you cross paths with, you leave an irreplaceable print on their lives. I am sure that Nu-a-da feels the same."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Nuada..." her words echoed off the magical glass and into his ears picking up the sad tone his eyes picking up only the cold wall he faced. "I am leaving. I need to go back Hellboy told me that being in this world is bad for me I need to go back to MY home. I will NOT see you again."

He stands up seeing the form of his former lover disappear in gold flakes with his hand raised. "Y/n.'"her desperate name befalls off his lips.

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Nuada stands up walking towards his today's visitor, his twin sister. Nuala. "Brother." he retorted "Sister."

Her hand reaches her chest. The thin fabric mashing into her narrow fingers. "I feel a tremendous distress from you."

"Ha, that gloom followed me when you betrayed me for the big red rock." he argued his attitude spiteful.

Nuala shakes her head "No, this sadness is beyond comparison. Unexplainable." she refuted moving closer to the shield her hand on the magical glass."This is heartbreak. For a certain being." Nuada's eyes gazing at her eyeing her mouth "For a human girl." His eyes twitched.

"That is forgone now. My actions are-" she cuts him off "-Are empty. Wanting nothing more than to have her back your arms wanting to do to everything and comprise everything to be with her. Since no price is too imperial for her."

"Enough!"

His turmoil echoed in the cell his kin standing her hand moving through the glass, his eyes cleared in shock.

"You could have run but you didn't, your powers exceed far more than mine. But you stayed for her, to pay the dues and to show in front of her a new creature. A new man how the humans would say."

Nuada walks striding out of the cell inquiring her with a breathless "Why?"

Nuala only cackles giving a minor shudder "Go... Find her."

Nuada steps off the stairs and moves out of the prison. His silver hair lifting off in the air that breezed through the long stands she caressed each night before they slept. His eyes that Y/n swore were made from molten gold searched into the area searching for his swords. His steps falling silent as he hears a small swish of magic, he turns to find a portal laced with green hues. He looks at the portal seeing no one only hearing the faint whisper of someone he yeared for.

"I am telling you. Bruce would manage to lift the hammer if he was in the elevator. No one can change my mind."

Y/N.

With no attending thoughts in his brain, his legs strode in front of him and into the portal that lured him so deceivingly in. The thick air that resided in his lungs was no more as he saw the same room he used to sneak in. The same cabinet he stubs his toe too many times and the small long mirror that was placed on the wall in front of the bed. He was here. Nuada was present in Y/N's room. The door opens and he sees her... and she sees him as the loud clang of swords fall from his pale blue hands. Y/n's steps coming to a halt. In front of her stood the former lover, the hair she kissed and braided was now much longer almost touching his buttcheeks the high cheekbones still current as ever the same markings on his skin stayed.

"Nuada? Wh-what are you doing here?"

She doesn't know how to acknowledge knowing that her present lover will come by any time soon. Her mind belonged to Loki. But what about her heart? Was there still room for Nuada to stand proud in?

"She told me to see you. She felt my eternal heartbreak that was left between us."

He steps closer, his hands reaching for her, her holding hands daily not yet remembering how rough he was. Y/N froze. There was no better way to explain it. Her brain worked overtime like a hamster in a wheel while her heart thudded in her ears and throat.

"I don't know what to say. We broke up. ever since you went to prison."

"I want to remove that, that memory. Seeing your face in vast anguish was something never I desired for."

Y/n flinches as her hands move away from his. Retorting with a small sigh "Still, we can not be together, Nuada, I am from a different world. Remember what Abe said:

"If you say here for too long your body will not manage to live here. It will kill itself slowly and who knows maybe that portal which you travel through will not open one day and you will lose all your loved ones."

"You can not stay here Nuada. You need to go back."

She wanted to shift away but his warmth and his authentic hands gradually and agonizingly pulled her in, her head resting on his shoulder. They stayed like that in silence while Nuada explains himself "My jewel, will you let me rewrite the wrongs of my life? Will you let me come back in and try to find the peace that you carry within you. I am lost without you?"

Y/n derides as her hand nudges against his chest tears probing outside of her eyes "What do you think felt like? When I came back after you were taken I had to rebuild myself, my job which I lost as I was traveling too much between realms and had to mask it. I had very bad thoughts that took a toll on me. you cannot ask for me to 'open my heart and welcome you with open arms. If it wasn't for Loki-"

"-Who is Loki?"

"My current BOYFRIEND. My lover."

Nuada footed back not even thinking that maybe she moved on with her life and found love with another. He didn't think how much damage he did to her heart that was already harmed.

"And who are you, stranger?" Loki's voice stirs through Y/n's ears and Nuada's, as well as both of them, turn to the god himself.

"Loki!" Y/n moved towards him already fearing what he thought "Nothing happened, I swear."

His finger reaches up to her cheek caressing the supple skin as she leans into his warm touch momentary closing her eyes. Not going unnoticed by the long-haired creature himself. "I know, lover. It is alright." he strides past her walking towards Nuada his green suit being slightly knowledgeable to Nuada.

"Have you-" "I assure you stranger, we are meeting for the first time. What is your name? What are you called?"

"Prince Nuada."

Loki swivels to Y/n "So that is him. dove? Perplexing..." Loki gazes at the creature noticing his marks on his body while his hand points to the marks "Are you a warrior? A bad one?" he grins seeing the small twitch in Nuada's eyebrow.

"I have spoken before my title is that of a prince. And what are you?"

"I am a God."

Loki walks back to Y/n holding her hand in his own bringing it up to his lips giving it the small peck she needs to zone back into reality and feel the gravity of this situation.

"Shall we?" "Yes..."

Nuada gazes and he feels the words jump out "I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BE WITH YOU, MY JEWEL!" they both halt turning to look at the elf "My pride is nothing compared to that to be kissed by your lips and to be filled by your love."

"Nuada, please... Stop this."

Nuada was a dominant creature of pride his name was not to be said without a shiver running down the spine of the person who said his name. The dangerous exterior and the harsh demeanor changed as Nuada kneeled, his pride stowed away not to see the light of this day.

"I still love her. She STILL possesses my heart."

Loki chuckles while he resolves, holding Y/n's hand

"What can we do about it? She has my heart as well."

Y/n subsisted in surprise staying between two of the same coin not already feeling the familiar tinge of arousal going through her body. Loki turns to Nuada indicating with a grin.

"Let us share her."

"Loki!!!"

He turns back to her kissing her lips saying in a bare hum "What else do you want me to do dove? You can see who much he IS willing to go through just to have a taste of your nectar. We can stop if that is what you wish for."

Y/n gasped out feeling Nuada pressed flush against her backside his hand traveling across her back.

"No."

"Then it's determined."

Loki looked at Y/n flushed eyes her iris almost despairing while she felt Nuada's long lost lips on her neck kissing and attending to her every carnal need she was deprived of. Loki took no more than a second to unbutton her shirt as she moaned at his cold fingers "No, use your magic." she barely managed to say it.

Loki takes it into account snapping his fingers as Y/n's, Nuada's, and Loki's clothes despair off of them leaving them naked. Nuada snatched her back onto the bed letting her softly sit down as Loki went behind her letting her rest her head on his abs. Nuada one more kneels looking solely at Y/n's

"May, I taste you, my jewel?" she nods as Nuada lets his lips open his tongue coming out and landing softly at the bottom of her folds tracing slowly up hearing her moans that he missed dearly. Loki kept an eye on her seeing her head drop against his stomach her eyes shut closed while her nipples begged for him to attend to them. His hands glided down giving her a message turning the nubs softly following the rhythm of Nuada's pace. As Nuada went up he found the one thing that gave her the nickname she carries for him his finger gently removing the fold and showing her clit "My only jewel." he mused seeing the deep red blush on her cheeks her eyes squinting not wanting to show her full-blown eyes his lips land around her clit sucking the delicate nerve bundle pulling slowly back giving her more depth to her passion. As her moans filled the room, Nuada HAD to rut his hips into the edge of the mattress wishing for just some sort of friction he craved for. Loki was nothing different either.

Y/n could feel his tip at the bottom of her head hard and quivering in rhythm with her moans each of the being anguish.

"I am close."

Loki answers sternly "Nuada, stop."

Nuada obediently ends peeking at the God, knowing he needs to play nice or otherwise he won't feel Y/n around him. "Let's fill her. Would you like that my beautiful Queen?"

"Yes." she rasped out "Yes, what?" "Yes, My King."

"Now, turn on your stomach. Nuada, we will swap our positions."

Nuada asks trying to hold still some ropes of authority "When will I feel her?"

Loki walks to him grabbing his chin forcefully "You, prince, will have your turn but for now, you will get her sacred mouth. Do you mind that Y/n?"

Y/n shakes her head between the power play that was in front of her "No."

Nuada kneels on the bed seeing Y/n beneath him, his cock twitched wanting nothing more than to take her and kill the god that was playing the power play over his royal birthright. Loki stood at the bed seeing her slick wet and pulling, taking his member into his hand pushing in, giving Nuada the head nod as Nuada places his cock in Y/n's mouth feeling her tongue beneath his cock while he slid further down listening to the audible gag reflex.

Y/n didn't know how to explain being throat fucked by a former King of Elf's and being fucked by a God of Mischief, feeling her both holes stretched with no remorse... And thriving in the fantasy.

"Can I move, pet?" Loki begged as he hears the audible Mhh from the bottom of her mouth. Jerking back from her pussy the tight walls would want nothing more than to hold him inside as Nuada continued to feel every inch of her mouth.

"Now, ah, Y/n your rule. You are not to cum until myself and Nuada cum inside you. You understand?"

At the command, she felt a powerful shiver in her body as rather of her voice her body replied as she became wetter at the demand. Loki chuckles as he looks at Nuada seeing his hand in Y/n's hair griping guiding her to a pace he knew she could take.

"Are you alright with that, Nuada? Having her being filled by mine and your seed."

"Yes. I can't wait to see her filled with our milk."

A few more thrusts and the men that were subdued at her body came. Y/n trying to hold in her orgasm. Loki pulls out feeling the cold air on his warm cock. While Nuada pulled slowly seeing her mouth full with his cum her eyes teary.

"Thank you... Sir," she said as a small smile was on Y/n's face. Loki looks at the two of them chuckling "She is all yours, Nuada." Loki and Nuada once more switch places as Loki attentively wipes the mix of drool and saliva pushing it back into her mouth giving her a sloppy kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, my King." she smiled. Nuada feels inching his cock to her folds pushing in. Her walls clutching at the tip he halts feeling the mix of Loki's cum and her own giving him silenced in. Closing her eyes she feels Loki's hand travel past her breasts, stomach and halting at her clit playfully flicking it.

"Loki!" she cries as the nerves shock her. "Do you like it, while play with your jewel while Nuada is thrusting in you, hopefully breeding a child in your womb, Y/n? Do you like it? To have a child and to share it with me and Nuada as fathers?"

"Yes!!! Nuada, fill me up well! Places!" the level she stooped to screen to out she didn't know she had it in her. Nuada thrust feeling her pull him only further in her walls clutching him for all she is worth. Loki pulls his hand back seeing the tears stream down Y/n's cheek.

"Do you wish to cum pet?" "Yes!"

Loki looks at Nuada seeing him give a nod and he responds "Then cum."

One more time and y/n doesn't see her lover only a white light as her orgasm rolled out of her. Talia felt Nuada ruts his hips into hers and as he slowly pulled out she felt full and replenished with their cum something filthy felt so powerful.

Wow, need holy water on my eyes. thanks for reading. tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.

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snailsgoingdowntown · 4 years ago

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Yandere Bennett and Venti headcanons for a darling who is small and quiet? I adore your writing, and it makes me happy to see that people are beginning to write for Genshin Impact!

Hey there, of course you can! I couldn’t really think of anything for these, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy them!

Gender neutral! Reader

Warnings: general yandere themes (but it’s very slight here), mention of isolation, one suggestive line, manipulation, slight obsessive and possessive behaviors and thought process, mention of stalking.

Disclaimer: I do not condone the actions and behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. While it is good to want to help someone, the extent of how far these characters are willing to go is not healthy. This should not be considered normal or even romantic as it is very toxic and very dangerous.

Wordcount:1080K

Unedited.

Bennett:

· He just adores you – you’re just so small and meek, your quietness drawing him in like a moth to the flame. There’s just a need in him that needs to protect you. And protect you he shall, even if it means he has to do so from afar; he’s very unlucky, after all. Bad luck that latches onto others like a parasite, never letting go unless either they or Bennett goes far, far away. And you, the love of his life, just cannot suffer from his curse. And as such, if there’s any sign that his bad luck will affect you, he quickly goes away, hiding in the background as he watches you from afar.

· But if his bad luck doesn’t affect you – or barely does – you can bet on your little heart that he would smoother you with affection. Well, as much affection as he can, the boy knowing that you have your limits. And like the good boyfriend he is, he respects your limits (to a certain degree) and tries his best to keep you comfortable. Bennett is a gentle soul, and meeting you just made him all the more gentle, and because of your quiet nature, he tires his best to make sure that no harm befalls you. And, well, if there is something – a third party, outside force and such – you can expect him to get a tiny bit overprotective…or rather, even more so.

· Even as a yandere, Bennett is such a sweet soul, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that his morals are dubious at most, and is not above stalking you, if he deems it necessary enough. And his bad qualities only evolve into something more twisted as time goes on, given your nature and small form – as said earlier, he has a need to protect you. You’re just so small (me-), you can easily get lost in the crowd. And you’re just so quiet, like a mouse and barely anyone can hear your voice since you almost never speak up. Whenever he’s with you – which is almost all the time, given if his bad luck either does not affect you or barely does – he talks for you.

· But it’s not just to help you. While that is part of why he talks for you, it’s not the only reason. The main reason is simple enough, really; he wants to be the only one to hear your voice. Aside from your family, of course (he understands just how important family is, and unless they pose a threat to you, he won’t try to isolate you from them) he doesn’t like the fact that others hear your beautiful voice. It’s just so rare for you to talk, and your voice is just so sweet, it’s not fair just for anyone to hear it. Bennett can be selfish at times too, you know. But no-one has to know that, especially you. And that’s probably for the best.

· Bennett is still growing – he’s still taller than Xiao though – and he often finds himself towering over you more often than not. And as he grows, he’ll find himself finding the height difference even cuter, and he’ll just want to coddle you. And coddle you he will, the moment you allow him to do so – he’s in heaven. In short, Bennett will be sweet and protective over you. But if he thinks there is any harm coming your way, he’ll isolate you as much as he can, hiding you away from the world, if possible. Or he’ll be around you 24/7, never letting go of your hand. As a yandere, he’s already overprotective, but if you’re small and quiet? It increases tenfold.

Venti:

· Venti is a bit happy that you are small, since he himself is not very tall, either. Bonus points if he’s taller then you by at least half an inch. Your small form just makes you even more adorable in his eyes. Like Bennett, it gives him even more of a reason to protect you – you are such an easy target for the dangers of this cruel, corrupted world. However, if you are smaller than him, it gives him a reason to seem more like a…man to you. Venti is very…petite, to put it lightly. His voice is not deep, and unlike Bennett, it won’t get any deeper as time goes on – because it is the voice of his dead friend (or at least, that’s what I think). And he won’t change it, not even for you.

· He knows what it’s like, being teased for being short. Being told that you look so defenseless, compared to others – it’s something that is said to you on a daily basis. And he tries his best to make you forget about those words, or tells the person who’s told you that, that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover; just look at him, he’s small, slender and is able to unless winds that can tear people apart. And he’ll offer to show them – of course, it won’t be on them.

· As much as he wants to hide you away from the world, to protect you from it, he won’t – he is the God of freedom, after all. He fought for freedom, and if possible, he’ll let you keep yours. To a certain extent, that is. He’ll follow you everywhere you go, making sure to hold your hand so he won’t lose you in the crowd. He’ll try to keep you away from crowds in general, actually, as they can get overwhelming for a short person. And not to mention, crowds are loud and noisy, and they don’t often clash well with someone as quiet as you are.

· The fact that you are just so quiet compared to most has Venti’s heart swelling – it’s so adorable. And when you do bother to talk, he’s in awe. It’s like hearing an angel sing, really, and he’ll try to get you to ‘sing’ in other ways, too…He’ll use your nature as an excuse, really. He’ll tell you that some might try to take advantage of you as you’re just so quiet and small – no-one will take you seriously. But he will! So, just let him be by your side, yeah?

· Tries his best to talk enough for the both of you. Considering your quiet nature, he thinks it’s best if he does all the talking – he just loves to talk. And if you only really talk around him in private, it makes him feel…special. Special as Venti the bard, and not as Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. You make him feel…free. And he loves freedom, he loves you – so, with your quiet nature and small frame, he won’t let go of you completely.

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pcppyy · 2 years ago

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penelope was not a dull woman, she was loosely aware that the business her husband attended to meant that at times he carried far more enemies in court than friends, and that at times it was best that she simply went along with his whims. but, his letter that he'd delivered shortly after his departure still haunted her, and penelope found herself full of questions with little answers or ways to even seek them out till his return. if he returned at all. she had believed that perhaps she'd settle in alice's company, certain that james would write to her and by proxy, penelope would know that her own husband remained safe, for the pair were never far from one another and she knew that james cecil loved thomas nearly as much as she did, he'd hardly let harm befall the older man. yet, the look in alice's eyes as she gripped onto penelope's arm serves only to further rattle any docile nature she had been able to procure, as if alice now put validity to the claims in her own heart that thomas was in danger. penelope knew that alice was frightened most likely due to the whisperings of a seymour heir to the throne, for their status had always been teetering over the edge of a cliff that was not her own doing, but the mention of sending cecil away - to wulf hall, far from her mother's grasp ( and a place that thomas frequently spoke ill of ), it made her lips frown.

" alice, please, you speak in such urgency, what nameless beast has come to hampton that you believe us to be in danger?" she whispered, a hand residing over alice's as she searched for any knowledge in her eyes. if the whispers were to be believed, the cromwells had taken up residency within the seymour stronghold, and penelope believed alice, certainly - but she doubted the safety of her daughter in any place where the seymours may have once touched. alice believed that she could keep all three of the children safe, yet if it mean arthur and catherine or cecily, penelope knew that the woman would pick her own blood to protect first - just as penelope would be pressured to do in her stead, as well. as any mother shall do. and if thomas did return, he would be furious with her for daring to send cecily away to wulf hall of all places, for having little faith in her own husband's words, and penelope knew she could bear any brunt of his moods, for she was far from a wilting flower beneath his gaze, but the idea of doing so for this? it made her sick to her stomach nearly.

her head shook, a faint smile directed at alice as she checked out of the corners of her eyes to make certain that they were entirely alone. " no, i must not send her there, thomas will be beside himself with me, alice," she whispered, clutching the other woman's hand tightly. " it is i, that should offer you protection for arthur and catherine. your husband's kin have aligned themselves with dangerous people, the cromwells are not to be trusted, and even if you believe wulf hall to be safe, you can no longer ignore the reality of arthur, alice. he grows each passing summer to look more like cecil, soon his name shall no longer offer protection as you believe it does. please, let them join cecily, at least catherine! we can send for arthur later, when it is safer and the men have dealt with things in hampton." touching the once untouchable subject between the women.

The loss of James was keenly felt, it was as if she suffered from a phantom pain — her heart ached with the distance that stretched across ocean and land till the string was taut with tension. It didn’t help, thereafter, that Alice felt the shift of powers begin their fateful dance. With the Princess set with an honourable title and the ever righteous return of Mary Tudor teased in gossip passed from mouth to ear, Alice felt the distinct need to protect those who meant the most to her. Previously, she had thought the precarious stability of the Grey daughters her most important task — but with the danger, and sudden loss of the protection naturally boasted off by Cecil, Alice had been forced to bundle her offspring into her own ideas of safety. Arthur, who had been beneath the court tutor instructed to educate the older children in any such ideal that may appear in court life (Latin, Greek, etiquette…) and Catherine, who had been by Alice’s side whenever she was found behind closed doors, were instead taken from their rooms and instead parcelled into an awaiting carriage due to take them out of the city and back into the renewed palace of Wulf Hall, where they would remain till a further extraction — perhaps to some Irish connection, or upon an awaiting ship where they could make some claim to Spain where her mother had once dreamed off whenever her Mistress, the late Queen, waxed upon the beauty of sun drenched shores.

In truth, those were fantastical ideas — but Alice could not help but prepare for an escape, to twist herself, the son and the daughter into safety whilst throwing her husband to the wolves. If she had to, there was no qualm in defending herself by claiming that a Seymour had plotted against the crown — after all, anyone would’ve believed it, even in the face of a man who had once betrayed his siblings in order to keep his head. But even as the court remained a constant rumble of suspicion and gossip, Alice was forced to stay her ground in order to secure her children’s escape — and in some moment of desperate need she found herself straying to the one person at court she could trust without the comfort of Cecil to depend upon.

Penelope Walsingham was married to the Spymaster, a man who’s history was slathered in legend of torture, murder and lies. So, she could not help but find it hard to imagine him anything other than a foe — after all, in some rebellion Alice had continued to seek Mass behind the public’s back, and whispered her support of the return of Mary Tudor in some last bout of love once emboldened by her mother’s undying loyalty. But, Alice was not her mother, the ever faithful Maud Green who had died of a broken heart to serve Catherine of Aragon in her last, painful years as an exile. Instead she had inherited her father’s intelligence, her quick wit the only such thing saving her from warrants signed in her name — if her loyalty remained anywhere, it was to herself and the ones of her blood, and against the logic that presented itself, Cecil as well.

But, Penelope and Alice had met long before the days of matrimony and status, and though some thought to shun the coquettish nature that claimed the Parr girl, Penelope had only sought friendship. Together they had shared secret gossip, with their heads close Alice had shared what she knew about the warrant on Anne Boleyn, and then to the legitimacy of the then Prince and Princess. Later, they would walk shoulder to shoulder with matching stomachs that blossomed with the promise of life — and though the claim of her first son’s parentage had never quite made it to her lips, the knowledge was there for her to weave together, and if provoked, Alice would find herself at confession.

It was then, without their safety nets bracing for their dependent falls, that Alice sought her private audience. Arm in arm, she watched as Penelope’s attention wavered into the unknown. She assumed that the Lady Walsingham thought of her husband and then her daughter; and upon finding themselves very much alone, she dropped her voice to a whisper, her blue gaze finding the other’s in a sense of urgency. “Listen, tonight Arthur and Catherine will be taken out to Wulf Hall… Would you wish to see Cecily in that same carriage? It can be done, Penelope — I will keep them safe,” she hushed, her words hushed and weary as she drew Penelope to a final stop, the hall stretching out behind and before them in the last dregs of daylight. “Do not tell your husband, he will disapprove of Wulf Hall. But I swear, it is no longer a Seymour safehold. It is mine, it is entirely Parr. You must think of Cecily.”

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the-wayward-arc · 4 years ago

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Emperor: MAGNUS, I WISH TO SPEAK TO YOU ALONE.

Magnus: What, are we gonna have a father to Son talk? Shall I get the tissues?

Emperor: YES. WE ARE. NO BULLSHITTERY THIS TIME MY SON.

Magnus: *Surprised* What are you trying to get at here father?

Emperor: YOU HAVE A CHILD, DO YOU NOT?

Magnus: What!?! How did you know that?? Did you invade my mind with your damn deity powers?

Emperor: NO, I SAW HOW YOU REACTED TO YOUR BROTHERS CHILDREN AND THE FACT YOU RECOGNIZED THE PLANET, YOUR CHILD IS THERE AS WELL, AREN'T THEY?

Magnus: *silence as he looks down* Yes, she is.

Emperor: SHE IS THERE NOT BY ACCIDENT IS SHE?

Magnus: No she isn't. I sent her there long ago. To protect her...

EMPEROR: TELL ME WHY.

-long long ago-

Magnus: my daughter was the result of an experiment of mine, a ritual that at the time I thought was a failure, turned out to be the greatest success I've ever done.

Magnus looks down at a small infant, at first there was a scowl on his face to see that it was a child and not a fully grown vessel like he had hoped. He motioned for his servants to take the child away and as she they did, she looked up at him, a small smile spreading on her face as she laid eyes on her the crimson king. A strange feeling creeping onto him as the child began to cry as he started to fade from her view.

Magnus: I didn't want anything to do with child at first, I was just gonna let the people of my planet take care of her but when I went to see her one last time, she looked at me and smiled. She was happy to see me. When I gazed upon her, I wondered if this what you saw when you looked upon us.

Emperor: YOU HAD A MUCH GRAND PURPOSE FOR THE EVOLUTION OF HUMANITY BUT...I HAD WONDERED HOW THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN IF I HAD RAISED YOU ALL TOGETHER, WITH ME.

Magnus: Much like what transpired in that laboratory when we were all whisked away from you, the same thing was gonna happen to this child. Except it wasn't some damn gods asshats but rather me, a voluntary choice of sending her away just because I perceived her creation as a failure. I didn't want that, I felt a bond with her that was like the bond I felt towars you father when we were reunited.

Emperor: YOU RAISED HER, AS SHE WAS YOUR DAUGHTER.

Magnus: Yes, she was my daughter. Born of my blood and actions. I named her Salem, after an old friend from Prospero.

Magnus held Salem within the palm of his hand, the child trying to grab onto his large red finger as she laughed.

Magnus: As she grew, I taught her all that I knew. Her powers were great, not surprising considering who her father was.

Emperor: DON'T HURT YOURSELF WITH ALL THAT BACK PATTING.

Magnus stood in front of a child Salem, wearing acolyte Robes in the same color as her father's legion, her platinum blond hair tied into pony tail as ran towards her father. Flames of Warp fire erupted from her hands as it raced towards Magnus, only to be deflected by his own powers. Salem retreated slightly before summoning a lesser demon that she commanded to attack her father. Magnus was impressed but the small demon was no match for the red giant as he squashed with ease, just as he was about to speak a ball of fire blasted into his face. He stumbled backwards falling to one knee with a loud thud. He looked to see Salem standing away from a fading visage of herself, a smile on her face. Magnus laughed a bit, Impressed by how far she was coming.

Magnus: You caught me my child! *laughs* You are getting better and better! *bends to one knee, patting Salem's head gently*

Salem: Thank you Father, I do have the best teacher after all!

Emperors: HER POWERS WERE GROWING EVERYDAY WEREN'T THEY?

Magnus: Yes, again given her family it came at no surprise...but I knew I wasn't the only one noticing.

A teen Salem stood in front of two Rubric marines, ordering them ease while also summoning more lesser daemons though she was staring to put slight stronger demons under her thrall. Magnus watched above as Salem was practicing with her powers, doing his best to ensure a ritual was holding to keep a certain god from detecting her growing powers.

Magnus: Her powers were getting closer to my own, her control over the Rubrics and the daemons my Legion had enslaved were proof enough that she would reach my level soon. I was afraid. Afraid of what Tzeentch would do if he discovered her, discovered that I was hiding her with a ritual. I was terrified of him taking her and her becoming like me...so I had to make a decision.

Emperor: YOU WERE GOING TO HIDE HER.

Magnus: Yes. I summoned Ahriman back to the planet of sorcerers, despite our history he hated Tzeentch and I knew he was still loyal to my Legion. We scoured a place untouched by both the Imperium and Chaos, which we discovered Remnant. It had a unique relationship to the warp that basically hid it from the chaos gods. Souls there rarely entered the warp, rather they became part of the planet unless they were immensely powerful. So, I sent her there...I gave her false memories of this placing being her home. I alerted the memories of an ancient ruler so that he would protect my daughter and think of her as his own.

Magnus looked upon the sleeping form of Salem, a tear running down his face as he opened a portal to Remnant and to the kingdom she would placed in, no words were said as he took her through the portal, laying her down onto the bed. He gave one her one last look before going back, the portal closing behind him as Ahriman stood close by. To protect his daughter from Tzeentch, sacrifices must be made.

Magnus: I watched her grow, becoming a strong and capable leader. Only to see that bastard lock her away, but to interfere would mean Tzeentch might notice as well as the others. I couldn't risk that chance, so I had to watch my child be locked away for powers that exceeded all those around her. Then I watched as Events unfolded I could never predict and wish I would have to save her the pain.

Magnus watched through a small tear, a small window as his daughter was saved from the tower. Finding freedom and love with a young man, she watched their adventures as his daughter grew more accustomed to her powers, he saw her happiness and had hoped this meant he had been right about this place despite what had happened to her. But over the years, he watched more and more how things began to turn away from her; losing her husband, trying to revive him only to be stopped by those twin bastards, watching as they tried to tell her about balance only to disrupt the balance themselves by killing all the humans on Remnant and casting the blame onto her.

Magnus: She went through pain. Guilt, thinking she was to blame for the deaths of untold billions. When it was those two bastards throwing a tantrum for the actions of a few.

Emperor: WHAT BECAME OF THEM?

Magnus: I don't know but I have my sorcerers to this day looking for them, so I can kill them both personally.

Emperor: I'LL JOIN YOU, A GOOD OLD FASHION FATHER AND SON BONDING MOMENT.

Magnus: *Chuckles* Yeah, that'd be fun father.

Emperor: WHAT BECAME OF MY GRANDCHILD AFTERWARDS.

Magnus: She wandered for a long time, as humanity grew back and rebuilt. She assumed she was cursed with immortality but it wasn't a curse that those two claim to have given her, it was a gift from me. So that one day we could meet and she could see the galaxy and all the secrets that it holds. I wanted to protect my daughter, I did so much to make her both Immortal and invulnerable. But she saw it as a curse when she tried to take her own life. But she found her love once more, reborn by those two bastards. She had a family but that didn't last either...

Emperor: WHAT HAPPENED?

Magnus: An argument between her and her husband about the fate of their world escalated when he tried to take away their children, my granddaughters. They too were growing powerful with their newfound powers or magic as they called it. But they were caught in the crossfire and were slain.

Emperor: WHAT BECAME OF THEIR SOULS? *ANGER RISES* THEY WERE NOT TAKEN BY DEMONS WERE THEY?

Magnus: I would never allow such a thing to happen! No, I intervened and saved their souls, *produces an orb, The Emperor has the orb floated towards him and he can hear children laughing* Their souls are in there, safe. To them, that was all a bad dream and they are just living their lives as children again. I would never allow harm to befall them, they are my grandchildren and they will always be safe no matter what.

Emperor: HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? I KNOW IT IS POSSIBLE.

Magnus: *looking at the Orb, hearing the children play* A few times, but I never truly interacted with out of fear that Tzeentch would find it.

EMPEROR: MAGNUS, HE CANNOT GET YOU HERE, IT WILL BE SAFE FOR YOU TO SEE YOUR GRANCHILDREN. WHAT HAS BECOME OF SALEM?

Magnus: She is angry and saddened, now that the have been to that planet and that you have ensured the Imperium cannot touch it, I wish to see her soon. To be her father once more.

Emperor: SOON, YOU SHOULD SOON. MY SON, I SHALL ENSURE THAT PLANET WILL BE SAFE FOR NOT ONLY YOUR CHILD BUT ALL OF MY GRANDCHILDREN. MY GREAT GRANDCHILDREN AS WELL, WHEN WE UNFUCK THE IMPERIUM, I WILL HELP YOU RESTORE NOT ONLY SALEM BUT YOUR GRANDCHILDREN AS WELL.

Magnus: T-Thank you Father, *holds orb Close*

Emperor: OF COURSE MAGNUS.

-Remnant, Land of Darkness-

Salem tosses and turns, nightmares that have plagued her for centuries, she awoke suddenly surrounded only by nothing the nothing suddenly being replaced with a room, one that looked familiar to her. Books stacked high with various scrolls strung about, she picked up one to see it was her hand writing! But what her caught her more by surprise was her skin, it was back to normal. Back to human! So was her other arm! She immediately ran to a nearby mirror to see she had regained her humanity, no longer looking like a Grimm personified. She heard the small pitter patter of feet, turning around quickly, she was greeted by the sight of her 4 daughters running up to her. She took a step back in shock as they hugged her, smiling.

Celeste: Mommy! Mommy! There you are!

Faye: We were wondering where you were!

Salem was still shocked, this couldnt be real! No! This was a nightmare, the moment she touched, they'll be ripped away from her! But she slowly raised her hand to her oldest daughters head, nothing happened save for the feeling of her hair and Celeste laughing. She hugged her daughters, nothing happened save for them hugging her back! This wasn't a dream and even if it was, she didn't want to end. She cried as she held them close, hugging them tightly.

Amber: Grandpa said you would cry, but its okay Momma!

Salem: I know, I just...missed you all *hiccup* so much! Wait, what do you mean grandpa? *she looked at them all, each one smiling as they looked back*

Magnus approached, the giant of a man looked at Salem and her daughters. A warm expression on her face, even as Salem got protectively in front of her daughters.

Magnus: Hello Salem, it has been too long.

Salem: w-Who are you!? *warp fire appeared in her hand, she would not let this giant harm her daughters!*

Magnus: *chuckles* Seems I need to get rid of that memory altering *he waves his hand as a mist quickly envelops Salem before quickly dissipating*

Salem: *Looks at Magnus, anger raising but slowly new memories began to surface, memories of this room. Training, reading, laughing, smiling. Memories of him* F-Father? *she falls to her knees, her daughters around her concerned as more tears steamed down her face as Magnus dropped to one knee*

Magnus: There is much to talk about my little book worm.

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jeonggukieandcream · 4 years ago

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Imagine: you have a nightmare and call for Dracula in your sleep. // Soft (?) Drac x Reader.

Requests are open.

TW; possessive implications (Dracula), fear (reader), crying (reader).

Word count: 1, 387.

A good dose of fear was healthy every now and then, it was true, but if you had known, upon going to bed, that you were going to be plagued so by nightmares this night, you wouldn’t have gone to bed at all.

The most wracking and gruesome horrors flashed through your mind. It seemed as though everything terrible you had ever seen in any kind of media was now running through your mind. Your fears had settled in for the night just as surely as you had; though instead of getting rest were you only more tormented by the very things you had gone to bed to temporarily escape. Your body writhed beneath your duvet, your head moving this way and that on your pillow, as though your dream self was trying to look away from things which followed your frightened gaze every which way you turned. You whimpered and made noises of fear and of upset as you began to long to wake up.

You’re dreaming, wake up. Someone wake me up, please. Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake -

So desperate was your yearning to be rescued that Dracula’s name slipped past your lips and it finally succeeded to alert the vampire. His sensitive ears had picked up on your previous noises but he had brushed them off, not feeling any real urgency to see if you were okay. Mortals were prone to terrors in the night.

Hearing you say his name in your sleep, though? Colour him intrigued.

Dracula was by your side in a second and he sat down beside you on the bed, his large hand deftly pushing aside the duvet as he did so, in order to feel the heat of your body against his own. It felt... odd to have you so close to him, and he could hear the wild pounding of your heart. He idly wondered if it was going to shatter your rib cage on the way out. “Your heart is a lively one, isn’t it? Listen to it go. I wonder what you’re dreaming about...” Dracula’s voice was somewhat husky as he leaned in to get a closer look at your face. Your expression was contorted in fear and you whimpered once again, your fists bunching up the material of the duvet as you clenched them. The bones of your knuckles were protruding through your skin, which was pulled taut over the joints. You were in a fit of terror and Dracula inhaled deeply, absorbing you. Oh, but you were so beautiful in your pain and fear.

As if you could sense that Dracula was near, you turned your head to the side and said his name again. It was a breathy sound and one full of fear, and Dracula almost - almost - felt a pang deep within his heart as he realised that watching you suffering wasn’t fun anymore. He sighed and looked around the room disinterestedly, delaying the inevitable. Your suffering smelled so sweet. Just as Dracula raised a hand to lightly shake you awake, not wanting to startle you too badly (you were scared enough as it was), you jolted upwards with a sharp gasp which left you panting.

You scanned the room with a wild expression. Dracula watched you begin to calm yourself down as you realised that you were awake and he smirked at the predictability of humans. You hadn’t noticed him yet, despite the fact that he was sat right beside you, close enough that he could touch you just by extending a finger. Just how oblivious could humans be? “I could be wrong, Y/N, but I think you were having a nightmare.” An understatement, but it was enough to announce his presence to you without scaring you further.

You gasped and your head shot around. “Drac!” You spoke his voice so reverently, and he felt himself only wanting you to be allowed to say his name. You said it like it meant the world to you, and indeed did the love which bloomed in your heart make you act without thought. You flung yourself at the vampire, who smirked nefariously, out of your sight, and he allowed you to wrap your arms around him. He moved not. You had yet to learn, so young a mortal were you, that hugs couldn’t be trusted, for they were an excuse for one to hide their face.

“Of course it’s me.” Who else? He was curious about how close you wanted him to be even with how scared you were.

You snuggled into his chest as closely as you could without actually climbing onto his lap, but it seemed as though, with his next deep inhale, Dracula could smell your want in your blood, for he brought his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. Your arms wound around his neck and your fingers toyed with the straight black hair which rested at the nape as you wondered why he was comforting you. Usually you received little more than a cursory glance and a raised eyebrow, but you supposed he could smell your fear. Dracula busied himself with pulling the duvet. heated by your own body, up and around you so that you weren’t chilled unnecessarily by the cool climate of the room and also by his very own distinct lack of body heat; attentive was he to the things he possessed.

He smelled so good and you felt those first cold fingers of fear begin to melt away like ice in the sun. It was as good an image as any, for Dracula’s fondness for you was the very warmth you had always been craving in your life. What the two of you had was largely unconventional and modern labels had no jurisdiction when it came to the two of you, but you had grown to like the decidedly odd dynamic which you both shared and neither of you would ever want it, or each other, any other way.

Dracula didn’t speak. Unused was he to the modern ways of human interaction and though he was indeed curious about what had so scared you, he wouldn’t ask you. Everything was up to you and he would follow your lead; he had learned that it was easier to do so. Indeed did he not have to wait long, for scattered words and broken images left your lips as you relayed the dream to the creature who cradled your bleeding heart in his hands and kept your exhausted body safe with his own. He did not require rest to the same extent that you did, and being a nocturnal creature was it all too easy to be there for you when you most needed him. No matter where you were or what you were doing, Dracula was never too far from you and it seemed as though he could always be there for you in the beat of your mortal heart, tried and tested was it by the trials of life.

Though Dracula could understand why you had been so frightened by your dream, what truly baffled him was why you had called for him. Didn’t you know that he was so much scarier than anything your imagination or your past could dredge up from the depths of your subconscious? But then you pressed yourself flush against his body and shifted so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. Your tears were dried by the collar of his white shirt, as if you were trying to climb into his skin, so wanting were you of protection and of comfort, but only from him. “All right.” Realised had he just how scared you were and he fully hugged you back. One hand smoothed across the back of your head and his other arm was wrapped fully around your waist as he allowed you to take what you needed from him. Dracula stood up and moved so that he could sit against the headboard with you still tucked into his body. “Close your eyes for a while, Y/N. I want you to stay calm. No harm shall befall you here.” The fallen duvet quickly found itself wrapped around you once more and you were held in silence until finally, finally...

... You slipped back into sleep.

#bbc dracula #bbc dracula x reader #bbc dracula imagine #dracula #dracula x reader #dracula imagine #dracula 2020 imagine #dracula 2020 x reader #dracula 2020 imagine #claes bang

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leah-halliwell92 · 4 years ago

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Princeling

Summary: After seeing what the Dursley’s are when it comes to Muggles, Professor Minerva McGonagall makes the judgement call to take Harry in before the worse can happen.

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6

Previously:

Mother and son cried as lost memories were returned and what could have been was lost. But one thing was certain neither of them were going to play into the same trap twice. And Minerva was in the mind of killing whoever decided it was a good idea to take her boy from her again.

Part VII

Aberforth stood to give the newly reunited mother and son some space and wondered over to where the medical goblins were treating Harry.

“They babe has a nasty thing from that,” the small one said pointing to his scar, “Not to worry though, we can take it out with no harm done to him.”

Aberforth nodded in thanks and sat by the babe’s side.

Harry smiled showing off his four teeth causing Abe to smile back.

“May I hold his hand?” He asked the head goblin.

“No harm shall befall you,” she stated sharply before softening at the sight of the babe and said, “You may sooth him now. But be prepared to move away when the time comes.”

Aberforth nodded in understanding and reached for his boy.

“You are a strong lad aren’t you,” he said soothingly, “Your mother loved you very much my young lad as did your dad. I swear to you my dear boy that you will not grow alone or unattended. You will be cared for, protected and above all loved.”

Harry looked at Aberforth as he spoke, as if he could understand what he was saying.

Aberforth ran his free hand gently over Harry’s head keeping him calm as the goblins prepared what is needed.

“My brother has made many mistakes in his life,” he said mournfully, “But this...leaving you alone for a service that is not yours to complete is unacceptable.”

The more he spoke, the sleepier Harry felt. In hindsight that is good, this way completing the ritual would begin without much fuss.

“The soul fragment has yet to latch onto his core,” the head medical goblin said, “Fortunately, his mother’s protection has kept him safe thus far from the fragment’s webbing.”

Aberforth had paled considerably upon the information that the goblin had given. A soul fragment? Then that would mean that V–he had gone ahead and made a horcrux for himself.

He nodded at the goblin and moved away once Harry had fallen asleep.

“The ritual will be trying but swift, as was said, the fragment has not yet tied itself to the babe’s core,” she placed crystals of varying colors around Harry, “The extraction shall cause discomfort so I suggest you remain where he can see you.”

“I’ll take it from here Aberforth,” he heard Severus say voice clipped tone cold. If Aberforth had been anyone else, he’d have thought that Severus was being deliberately rude. But he saw the red in and around the young man’s eyes, the weariness that has set itself in his shoulders and the barely concealed pain that he might lose something he hadn’t known he needed.

Aberforth nodded placing a supportive hand on Severus’ shoulder as he passed him by.

He took his place beside a despondent Minerva who was staring into the fireplace.

“Why would he do this Abe?” Minerva asked voice thick with tears, “Why would someone who claimed to be my friend and whom I spent years confiding in do something like this?”

Aberforth felt his chest tighten, and he didn’t know how to answer her. He had no answer for any of her question. He wished he did then maybe her could help her heal without confronting Albus.

“He did it because he saw a chance and took it,” Severus said unforgivingly, “He saw a lost boy who’d gained a family after years of abuse and thought, “well he is a good candidate for what I have planned”, and proceeded to tear lives apart.”

Aberforth had to admit, Severus has him there. However, he knew that no matter how powerful his brother is there is no way Albus could have planned such a plan without some...visual help. He decided to keep that to himself for the time being and focused on keeping calm for all parties present.

“It has begun,” the medical goblin said. And no sooner had she said it, Severus fell to his knees clutching at his arm.

Minerva and Aberforth stood and were about to go to Severus when the head goblin that was with them stopped them with a clawed hand.

Another medical goblin came out of nowhere to examine Severus’ arm.

“His mark is fighting the ritual,” they said, “It will be painful but not impossible to remove.”

The goblins set to work to replicate what they’d done with Harry to Severus, maybe killing two birds with one stone as they went.

Aberforth and Minerva remained where they were not knowing how to react or help. Minerva looked on helplessly tears falling as she saw the pain her boy was going through. The couple thanked Merlin knowing the goblins had placed a sleeping charm on Harry as they did their jobs.

“Calm pet,” Aberforth said taking her in his arms, “He is a strong one our boy, he will make it through this.”

“I hope so Abe, if not you’ll be looking to make arrangements for your brother’s funeral,” Minerva said eyes alight with fire.

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sevenincubistolemyheart · 4 years ago

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Lightened Shadows Chapter 2

AU: Final Fantasy 4

Tag list: @xsunnyhoseokx @otomehideout-indecentconfessions @file-missing @risefallrise

Rating: M

Potential Triggers: Pretty descriptive fantasy violence this time around(boss fights will hopefully always be this well written; I’m real proud with how the scene came out so I hope you like it).

Pairing: Ever-evolving :)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 6.2k+

The air was cool from the little you could feel thanks to your armor but you knew it’d heat up quickly thanks to the sun. Thankfully, it hadn’t risen too much given how early it was.

“Shall we stop in town first?”

Yoongi stopped you as you turned in the direction towards where the cave you needed to go through waited with a gentle hand on your arm, your armor clanking at the contact.

“Hm? Didn’t you say you already got provisions just this past nightfall?”

He smirked sheepishly and shrugged.

“I may have forgotten in the midst of the men celebrating my victory in our spat. Apologies. Shall we?”

You nodded, barely holding back a sigh.

‘As if I don’t feel bad enough. Now I have to go get supplies and probably scar a few children in the process with my intimidating appearance. Spectacular.’

You entered the quaint little village just diagonal to the castle gates and looked around, trying to go through the brief list of what you needed in your mind.

‘It should be a short expedition; 2 days at most, 3 if we stop to pitch a tent after delivering the ring to get their explanation once you entered the village.’

You were sure you wouldn’t be welcome there for long. The town of Mist was known for little else than their reclusive nature and had never been particularly fond of those that hailed from Baron, so perhaps best you purchase one just in case they wouldn’t let you stay at the inn as you feared.

Yoongi led the way to the item shop and offered you a wave as he ran off somewhere; probably to attend to some last-minute errand he’s forgotten about.

“How can I help you today, my Lady?”

It was a quick transaction; you luckily had plenty of gil to spare thanks to the 500 gil provisions the King’s guard had insisted you take, along with 5 Potions and a Phoenix Down should the worst come to befall one of you in battle. You bought one more Phoenix Down for good measure in addition to that Tent and exited looking around to see Yoongi’s distinctly teal armor. He’d always hated that ugly green the other Dragoons were forced to wear, so he’d had Jin help him create his own armor once he'd been promoted to Captain.

Having experience building airships was surprisingly helpful in creating armor that could withstand some damn mighty blows apparently.

You exited the shop looking around for Yoongi carelessly as you walked through the town, trying to not draw any attention to yourself; only to look down in surprise at a sudden banging from your armor being hit repeatedly. A small boy was there, angrily pounding on your armor with tears streaming down his face.

“You took my Daddy away!! I hate you!”

A wince graced your face behind your mask and for once you lowered it, kneeling to the boys’ height and gently restraining his hands firmly in your own. You had no choice but to take many people to the guards if they happened to be foolish enough to run into you. It had been one of the ways you’d rose in rank so quickly; catching criminals. But...it never made it any easier to see the carnage left in the wake of your actions.

“...I’m sorry. I know there is naught I can say to soothe your pain, but all I can do is apologize. I had a duty to fulfill, and I did as was necessary.”

The child sniffled, but the hatred once in his eyes had died down to a mere simmer.

“You don’t seem so mean. Please miss...I just want my Daddy back. Mommy said he’s served all his time; can’t you get him for me? I promise I’ll work doubly hard to ensure we’re never poor enough to have to steal again!”

He seemed so proud, puffing his chest out, and as you released his hands he placed them on his hips in a show of how strong he could and would be.

A glance upwards saw his Mother suddenly rushing towards you both and the woman was on the floor on her knees, hands, and head both level to the ground at your feet.

“Please Lady Captain! Forgive my boy! He means no harm!”

Your heart clenched as you stood and the boy seemed distressed, seemingly coming to the conclusion that you were leaving as he grabbed onto your arm.

“Miss, please! His name is Raisoro. Even if it's not today please at least look for him when next you return to the castle!”

You noticed Yoongi waiting as the crowd parted and knew you'd have to make this quick. He'd never been good with this kind of situation.

You nodded resolutely, meeting the boy’s eyes.

"I swear it on my role as a Dark Knight…"

You met the mother's eyes too as your gaze softened behind your visor and you helped her to her feet.

"And as someone who also loves another. I will check and return for you once I next visit the castle. I have a mission to do before that so it may take some time but-"

"Thank you Lady Captain! You're so gracious!"

The mother was barely holding herself together at your words and you squeezed her hand briefly before you pulled away after a ruffle of the boy's hair and made your way to Yoongi who was looking on in solemn understanding.

"...Dare I ask?"

"The boy's father has been in prison past his sentence, caught stealing food for his family. I promised I'd check once we got back."

Yoongi glanced at you from his place beside you as a chuckle escaped him.

You felt your cheeks heat and huffed defensively.

"What's so funny!?"

He shrugged with a fond smile as he shook his head.

"Still too kind for your own good is all. Could have been a lie, an attempt to steal money, or a ploy to stir up rebellion in the town against the King starting with you by using a young boy but you responded so genuinely that even if that's what it was it backfired miserably."

He snickered a bit more, a rare sound to be sure for most but you enjoyed it nonetheless even as you blushed.

"It's my job as Lady Captain. I may serve the Red Wings but the townspeople are my concern too. I guess it probably seems silly since you're of the Dragoon branch, only responsible for protecting the castle and monster patrol.”

His laughter died but you caught the amused smirk at his lips.

“All the better for me. People can be complicated whereas fiends are useful for little more than target practice and exercises to bring my jumps to larger heights.”

You shoved him playfully with a roll of your eyes.

“Alright hotshot; that’s enough bragging. Did you do your little errand? I want to check in with Hoseok’s Mom while we’re here. You know how worried he can get about her when he gets stuck at the castle healing overnight.”

Yoongi seemed to hesitate at that but reluctantly nodded and let you lead him to the small house towards the center of the village where Hoseok’s mom had received her own home after Hoseok had received his white cape as proof he was a Baron White Mage. You knocked on the door and after a moment it swung open to reveal Hoseok’s mother. You smiled kindly, mouth guard already lowered out of respect even as she glared at you disapprovingly.

“What do you two want!?”

“I just wanted to check in on you. Hoseok wanted to ensure you were eating enough and healthy.”

She huffed irritably and leaned against the doorjamb as Yoongi shifted uncomfortably beside you, causing her gaze to briefly shift to him before going back to you.

“I’m doing just fine; no thanks to you. His Majesty’s recent behavior troubles me. I heard you and your boy there have been doing some just terrible things, under his orders or no. All I want is Hoseok to be safe from such gory acts and that’s your job as his lover.” The glare she gave Yoongi did not go unnoticed by you and you noted the way his whole body tensed and his mouth went in a firm straight line. “And that goes for any kind of hurt. Have I made myself clear?”

You maintained your amicable smile even as it felt like you’d just been speared through the heart. Your voice was unbearably soft as you responded, cursing the way it wavered.

“O-Of course madam. I will protect him till my very last breath if I must. I would happily absolve any pain he has experienced or will in the future if I was only able, so he wouldn’t have to shoulder an ounce of suffering.”

She nodded and raised her chin in superior pride at your answer before she nodded curtly.

“Good. Ensure your feelings forever remain so stalwart; as do your ideals or the world may lose one Dark Knight.”

With that, the door slammed shut, and the sting of her obvious distrust bordering on rejection cut deep as you all but stumbled away with Yoongi hot on your heels as you made your way through the little alcove at the back of the village to the river where you knew no-one would be.

You were barely maintaining the lid on your emotions but at the sight of your glassy gaze, Yoongi couldn’t withhold his ire and hissed through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists.

“Who does she think she is talking down to you like that!? Hoseok and you have been together for how many years now? 3?”

He snarled as he whirled to grip your shoulders unintentionally being a bit rough, not that it made a difference thanks to the armor guarding your shoulders, careful to avoid the spikes.

“She even dared to imply you of all people would be unfaithful. After everything you’ve been through with Hoseok and me, it just-”

He inhaled sharply to try and gather himself and his eyes rushed to yours at your watery giggle.

“Is something humorous?”

He certainly didn’t find any amusement in this.

You smiled weakly.

“I just find this all morbidly ironic. I told Hoseok just last night how cowardly I was and it seems even his mother agrees.”

Yoongi wrenched himself away from you with a hiss, eyes narrowing.

“You? A coward? That is comical.”

“I knew you wouldn’t understand. I obeyed His Majesty’s orders without a second thought. I harmed innocent people-”

“Except they’re not innocent. You seem to be forgetting that. His Majesty explicitly said they knew too much of the Crystal and its secrets-”

“And what gives him the right to decide that!? It’s not our culture or our way of life!! We’ve been focused on technological advancement rather than the power of the crystals for decades...why now does His Majesty seem so intent on them!?”

You covered your mouth in horror at the treasonous words that escaped your lips, and Yoongi had gone eerily still as well before he quickly looked around for any potential eavesdroppers.

Seeing none, he lowered his voice and frowned seriously at you once again placing his hand on your shoulder. You could see the weight of your words had made their mark from the grim look in his eyes. So it troubled him too. You always knew he was a good actor but his emotionlessness towards this subject, in particular, had admittedly made you feel isolated in your beliefs. Sure, you’d heard the rumors, but they hadn’t been raised by His Majesty as you had. Their opinion simply didn’t hold the same weight as Yoongi or Hoseok’s would. In any case, Yoongi’s low drawl of your name made your eyes lock onto his.

“They were deceitful and thankfully His Royal Highness caught it in time before they began a rampage against the whole Blue Planet. Let us be grateful for that and move on. Yes?”

Hesitance shown in your eyes but you swallowed back the bitter taste of betrayal on your tongue and nodded. No time to wallow in any case; you had Hoseok to get home to.

“Enough talk. Let us depart for Mist."

Yoongi finally seemed appeased and he watched as you raised your mouthguard once again though he didn’t comment on it as you both exited the little alcove at the back of the town, only for Yoongi to bump right into a familiar girl.

“June! How’re things?”

You easily put on a mask of ease, though at the younger girl’s giddy grin you found it wasn’t difficult.

“Oh, it’s been just peachy! You know Jin...always working! But he came home last night so to reward him I’m baking him his favorite pumpkin pie for when he finally wakes up.”

“He still hasn’t awoken? It’s only a little past dawn but I’ve seen him working well past this just last week…”

Yoongi mused and you saw the twist of a smirk on his lips when you shot him a knowing glare.

June huffed at that, shaking her head in disappointment.

“I’m gonna wring that old man's neck one of these days, mark my words! He works too hard...we’re not that hurting for gil.”

Her last phrase was little more than a mumble but your hand was already reaching for your gil pouch before you could even consciously think. As if anticipating your movements though, Yoongi took a step forward, hand already outstretched with a small pouch, filled to the brim and neatly tied off.

At June’s wide-eyed hesitance, Yoongi cut her off as she opened her mouth, no doubt to refuse.

“You’d best take it before a pickpocket does. I’ll remain standing like this until the gil is taken.”

His voice was a low rumble, despite his words as he clearly wanted her to have it, not some thief, and all three of you knew even should he keep his word like you knew he would, he’d merely reclaim his gil and find some other way to give it to the family, perhaps by smuggling it into Jin’s biweekly wages.

June finally took the pouch, and you felt a little misty-eyed as you watched her throw her arms around Yoongi, taking the Dragoon Captain by surprise and making him stumble and fumble to return her gesture of affection with an awkward pat on her back.

“Y-Yes yes of course, now just release me, will you? People are staring.”

He grumbled, and you were sure without his mask he’d be red as a beet by now.

Yoongi grew serious, however, and gently caught June’s hand as she went to run off after thanking him profusely.

“I want you to be sure you go right on home and hide that somewhere nice and secure. Only take what you need and then return to the markets. I don’t want you being targeted for fraternizing with the likes of us. And…” He hesitated but finally handed her something else you couldn’t see as he stepped into her space as he abruptly tugged her into a proper hug.

“Take that as well. Use it only if you must.”

He mumbled something else by her ear and then just as quickly pulled away. June looked flustered as well, a little nervous and as Yoongi rejoined you, you side-eyed him with a hint of mirth in your gaze. You were positive he could feel it and eventually after a minute of walking towards the exit he hissed only once you’d both been alone for several minutes.

“What?”

You offered a simple hum.

“Hm? Oh, I’m just recalling a certain Dragoon mocking me not an hour ago for being too kind. Yet here you are, giving away money I know you’d been saving up for that new lance you wanted. You even gave her a weapon by the looks of it.”

Your voice quieted for that last part as you drew closer to him to whisper and he merely sighed in resignation at that.

“Of course you noticed. Always so knowing, aren’t you? June deserves to eat. Did you not also happen to notice the flatness of her gil pouch? You know how much they’ve been inflating prices.”

You blinked at that in surprise.

“The item shop charged me the same rate as always. I had no idea…”

Yoongi snorted at that, cool and sarcastic.

“Of course they would. You’re the King’s guard dog, they know better than to draw your, or my ire. But the townspeople? They are not so lucky. There is a reason people like that family who pleaded with you have had to turn to stealing and they are but one of many.”

“And here I thought I was knowledgeable on the way our people were treated...how do you know all this?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“My men have families here; unlike the Red Wings who’re typically born into the military, the Dragoons have always been expected to be enlisters. The practice may have died some with the passage of time but it is still a thing of the present and I asked a few of them to report to me. I pay them a little extra on the side and they know I’m not a turncoat despite being close to His Majesty. You’re the first one I’ve told, actually and I know well enough you’re as good for your silence as I.”

This new information made dread sit heavy in the pit of your stomach. First a degradation of the King’s morality, and now even Baron’s shopkeepers were turning against civilians? You froze for a moment and swallowed nervously. Your King. He was your king still. The just and firm but kind man who’d raised you into the woman you had become. Deep breaths. All would be forgiven and explained when you returned. You were sure of it. Yoongi had said so and he was always right. You just had to have faith. You and Yoongi reached the gate and you looked to him as you ensured your armor was tightened and your sword scabbard ready to give you access to your sword at a moment's notice.

He too had done his checks and nodded at you, mouth now in a stern frown as he readied himself with grim determination for the journey ahead.

After a shared nod at one another, you both stepped out into the overworld and began making your way to the Cave of Mist.

The monsters had been gradually growing more and more feral as the years had gone on. Now they were violently beyond reason, willing to strike at a moment’s notice; including those who didn’t pose a threat. You remembered a simpler time where more docile monsters had been used to train even children, including yourself, Yoongi, and Hoseok. Now, it was a risk of death every time trade happened. Perhaps it was a good thing tensions were so high between the nations nowadays.

In any case, Yoongi and yourself were trained to fight and take out even the most intelligent of monsters thanks to being taught the ways of the sword and lance respectively by your King. Yoongi also had his father for a time to fall back on before he perished. Most monsters seemed to catch onto this and kept their distance from you both, but those either too foolish or too hungry to care still attacked. You remained unscathed, your armor keeping you safe from a particularly volatile Sword rat, the purple beast expelling it’s sharp spines your way. Even bringing up your shield, a few broke through your defenses and you couldn’t help your wince as they made contact with a harsh reverberation as they hit your chest and legs.

Yoongi took a risk and threw his spear at the beast and thankfully it cried out in pain before finally going limp. He retrieved his weapon and shot a smirk your way, and claimed you’d owe him a drink once you returned to Baron.

That was the only incident you had come across until you reached the cave itself. Since most monsters knew better than to start a fight with you both, you hoped those dwelling within the Cave of Mist would have the same ideas.

Oh, how wrong you were.

The larvae and eyewing moths inhabiting the cave were particularly irritating. The moths liked to blind you and the larvae loved to use slow, only prolonging their inevitable deaths. Blind was always a pain to deal with; you both being melee attackers and all. Sure, spell casters and mages were affected as well, but oftentimes they could locate the monsters or other teammates thanks to locking onto their energy if they were fast enough. No such luck here.

Still, you managed to take them out. However, something strange had occurred, twice now which was not to your liking.

A voice had called out to you, ghostly and ominous, ordering you both to return whence you came. It had no discernable gender, but the lilt underneath the words made you guess it may have been female.

Could this be the Eidolon you’d been sent to slay?

Despite the constant feeling of being watched, the journey through the cave was not a difficult one and you sensed no malice from the entity. Not until you reached the cave’s exit in any case.

“You are not welcome beyond this point, swine of Baron. Return to your castle and leave this place in peace.”

You frowned at that, ring sitting heavily in its own dedicated pouch at your hip and the image of Hoseok’s worried face in your mind.

“We can’t do that. Please, I beg you allow us refuge. We have a mission we must see through!”’

“As do I. I take it you mean to refuse my plea then?”

The voice had gained an aggressive but defeated edge and Yoongi stepped forward, all cocky indifference.

“We have given you your answer.”

“...Very well. Then you leave me with no choice. Forgive me.”

With that, the mist that had not aided your journey in the least began coalescing and you both drew your weapons in preparation.

A pink scaled dragon had appeared in front of you, and you and Yoongi could both sense the difference in power compared to the weak monsters thus far. You’d used up what little Eye Drops you’d had in stock, and now only had 2 Potions after healing at the slightest injury earlier, thinking you’d had plenty. Luckily you still had both Phoenix Downs should one of you fall unconscious before the other.

You shared a look with Yoongi and he nodded in understanding, before hopping up and continuing to move from rock to rock, trying to get as much height as possible to come down all the harder on your enemy. Not one to be left out, you turned your attention to the battle, knowing full well you were the only remaining target, and steeled yourself, letting dark energy surround you as you carefully fed just enough of yourself into your attacks to power them up while not causing too much physical damage to yourself.

It still made you wince and caused an off sensation within your soul whenever you chose to use Darkness but the King always said the payoff would be worth it if the enemy went down.

Said enemy roared in frustration and swung a large claw at you which you barely managed to dodge before slashing, watching as darkness coated the wound you’d left, seeping in and making it hurt all the more. Your eyes widened in surprise as before you could hop back the creature snarled and jumped, shoving you to the ground with its claws and holding you there as its face lowered towards your vulnerable frame.

Yoongi couldn’t have chosen a better time to come, slamming down onto the back of the beast, spearing the Eidolon with as much force as he could muster. You watched as blood gushed, ignoring the confusion that hit you at seeing the substance to instead take its momentary preoccupation with Yoongi as it tried to bite him off of its back to get ahold of your sword and stabbing its foot to make it release you.

It let out a wail of pain, and you knew you were close. Yoongi deftly hopped off and dragged you out from under the creature, tossing you a Potion before he unleashed a flurry of passionate slashes to keep the monster engaged and focused on him. You quickly slammed your mouth guard down and chugged the bitter liquid with a gag and a grimace, feeling the physical aching and the toll on your soul both fade as you regained full lucidity.

You shook off your daze and felt the power of Darkness fade as fast as it had arrived. Better not to use it twice in one battle and from the way the beast had slowed it seemed the battle was finally coming to an end.

Yoongi was holding his own quite well; he’d always been the more nimble out of the two of you what with having to find the perfect openings to Jump and all and he’d already managed to push the creature back some so you could recover in peace.

“Shall we finish this?”

He asked gruffly, panting.

You nodded, but as you went to strike now that it was cornered it suddenly...dissipated into mist?

Well, that just wasn’t fair.

“You will pay for that…”

The ominous threat was made good on and you gasped as a snow-like substance slowly fell around you and Yoongi. You fell to your knees at the freezing cold that enveloped you. Damn. This was why you loathed magic attacks. No matter what armor you wore it mattered not.

You saw Yoongi go down out of the corner of your eye and lunged with a cry of pure, unadulterated fear as the monster came into existence once again and made as if to strike him.

Claws raked across your back and again, your armor or no, you felt the impact and the pain shortly after, even with the adrenaline coursing through you. You were both going to die entirely if you didn’t do something now.

You tossed a Phoenix Down over Yoongi, knowing it’d take a moment for the bird of resurrections feathers to revitalize his life force once again, and stood defensively in front of him. A snarl turned your face to something ugly and you hissed at the monster.

“You want him? Then you’ve got to get through me first!!”

Your cry clearly met its mark as the creature roared in ire at being provoked and you neatly dodge rolled to avoid being hit as it attempted to catch you in its claws, scrambling for your item pouch. You shoved the last Potion’s contents down your throat before you let the power of Darkness surround you one final time, ready to sacrifice whatever was necessary of yourself to ensure Yoongi survived. He wouldn’t have much HP left - that Phoenix Down would only get him conscious and all it would take was one good hit for him to go down permanently. Just as you narrowed your eyes in concentration and went to swing downwards, Yoongi let out an abrupt shout and finished his final Jump; using the last remnants of his own power to finish the battle once and for all before you had the chance.

The creature roared, in agony this time, and you watched in cold satisfaction as it collapsed to the cave floor in defeat.

Without so much as a look at the monster that had nearly killed your closest friend you ran over to Yoongi and forced his arm over your shoulder.

“What are you-?”

“Don’t pretend you aren't barely hanging onto consciousness right now you idiot. I know how Phoenix Downs work. It may revitalize you but it’s only enough to get you off the floor unless you also have a Potion or more on hand.”

You began trudging to the cave’s exit, squinting into the dusk.

“We’re making a tent for the night, understand? We’ll go to Mist at first light. You’re in no condition to do anything right now besides recover. I’ll take watch after tending to your wounds and you’ll go right to sleep.”

Yoongi chuckled under his breath until he was forced to cough in pain and you frowned in annoyance at him briefly as fresh air greeted you both. It was a welcome change to the musky cave scent you’d both been stuck with for the past many hours you’d been stuck there. That damn mist had definitely cost you time and from how dark it was outside, you’d been there at least half a day. You'd made good time, if nothing else.

“What’s so funny?”

“You can be such a parent sometimes. I’m fine. Being knocked out happens in fights sometimes. Besides, I managed to save you, didn’t I? I’d say I recovered just fine.”

He muttered cheekily, his voice gruff from being drawn unwillingly out of his unconscious state earlier.

You grumbled at that.

“I had it under control. And anyway...it’s dead. That’s all that matters. The only thing left to do now is to give this ring to Mist and see what they make of it. Surely one of them must know, else his Majesty would not have sent us here.”

You gently set Yoongi down onto a grassy hill you’d found, spotting Mist awaiting you both at the bottom. You were a little winded from carrying his weight; like it or not you were smaller and still weaker than him when it came to straight strength. A quick glance around made you relax a little as you sat down as well, taking off your helmet and letting yourself gulp in the fresh air with relief. It really had felt stuffy in that damn cave. Yoongi meanwhile was stripping himself of his armor, and you nodded down towards where a stream flowed steadily into the town.

“Don’t be afraid to go wash up a little if you’d like once you feel well enough to stand. We can go at dawn as well if you’d prefer, given we’ll be sleeping outside tonight and all.”

Yoongi leveled a glare towards Mist and grumbled as he ran a hand through his messy locks, brushing away the dirt from the cave clinging to his undershirt and pants.

“It’d be nice if we could just go rest at the inn but I know that’s an impossible venture. Say…”

He winced as he examined a few of his wounds, mainly scrapes, and bruises but he had a nice long gash on his arm and head bled a bit as well, most likely from when he’d fallen unconscious.

You could feel your own body aching but tried not to dwell on it, instead rummaging around your item pouch and grabbing a small loaf of bread you'd stashed away and a handkerchief Hoseok always made you carry. A small fond smile twitched onto your lips at the thought of him and you removed your helmet to see better.

Yoongi had turned his gaze to you curiously, expecting you to stay in your armor in the case of monsters but you sighed at his inquiring gaze as you stood and merely walked over to the log he was sitting on, kneeling in front of him and beginning to dab at his bloody forehead.

"Silly Dragoon. When will you learn to stop putting yourself at risk huh?"

You pushed the bread into his hands, with your free one continuing to dab at his wound gently.

"Eat. It'll help you recover faster."

"But what about-"

"I'm not the one who got knocked out."

You yelped as he suddenly grabbed your face and tilted your head to meet his steely brown gaze.

"...You'll eat half or I won't so much as touch it."

You groaned as you smacked his hand away, grumbling at him as you uncorked the only Potion you had left and spilled a little onto the cloth to dab onto the cut on his head, the ghost of a smirk tugging at your lips as he let out a hiss of pain and clenched his hand into a fist.

"You're such a child sometimes. Fine, you big baby. Just eat, will you? Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I should've picked up White Magic as well just to make up for your recklessness."

Yoongi eyed you over the bread as you sat back and sprawled out on the soft grass and nibbled at your half.

"Don't act like you're the paragon of strategy. I saw how you were going to foolishly put yourself in a critical state to try and take the Eidolon out. Armor off. I know you're injured too and we still have ¾ of this Potion left."

His eyes narrowed with a little playful sadism and you knew he was looking forward to tending to your wounds as well.

You smiled with a tinge of nervousness and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine rea-"

"I will come over there and tug it off myself."

"Y-You're too weak to!"

You challenged in disbelief, calling his bluff.

His eyes sparkled again and a cheeky grin now adorned his lips as he moved to stand, causing you to squeak and scramble away from him as you fumbled with your armor.

"A-Alright alright! Sheesh!"

His low voice snickered in amusement as you blushed and reluctantly tugged off the heavy armor pieces. They'd been dented something awful in that fight; you’d need to get it fixed at a blacksmith once you got back to Baron. Still, you had to admit having the added weight off of your tired body was a welcome change.

You were indeed injured as Yoongi and yourself had both noted and you winced at the gash in your side, not having noticed that the Eidolon must’ve managed to graze your side with its claws, fairly deeply. Your black t-shirt was tattered, barely sticking to your body from sweat and a bit from the blood as well. Your head was pounding too, the cool night air alerting you to just how hard you must’ve hit your head as you went down.

“Come. Shirt off; that looks deep.”

You jumped a bit in surprise at Yoongi’s voice right by your ear, turning to frown at him over your shoulder.

“I can take care of it myself Yoongi, you should rest.”

He stared you down until you caved with a huff and shucked off the remnants of your shirt. You made a good choice wearing your more flexible undergarments for activity today in anticipation of fighting. Made this all much more bearable, but Yoongi was resolutely focused on your wound in any case even so. You knew he wouldn’t lay down, let alone sleep until he knew you were at least taken care of. It warmed your heart that he cared for you so.

That warmth faded to a whimper as gentle fingers brushed along the wound assessing the damage.

“Apologies. Hm...Come. I want to clean this with water first. It’s deeper than it looks. It’s a good thing I brought that extra shirt with me after all.”

You felt a little woozy truth be told, but you were still trying to keep yourself together. Yoongi had been knocked out after all. He had to be in worse shape than you. You had to be strong for him.

Yoongi wasn’t buying it though. His gaze locked onto the way you swayed and when he saw you stutter a step as you went to start moving towards the stream nearby, he was quick to grab his shirt and rush to your side where he steadied you with a warm hand on your upper arm.

“Idiot. How did you not notice you were losing this much blood?”

You laughed weakly, through the dizziness as Yoongi helped to guide you to the water.

“Adrenaline is a powerful thing, as Hoseok says. I didn’t even feel it until you made me take off my armor.”

Yoongi growled at that, frustrated as he rushed to clean the wound, uncaring as you flinched at the icy water against your skin.

"Well, we'll have to pray my actions are enough to keep you from meeting an early demise. I know you're strong but even you are Mortal."

The wound now as clean as it could be without magical help, Yoongi reached over for the Potion at his side and poured ¼ of the contents over the wound itself making you yowl in pain.

He was too focused on his task to pay much attention, however, pouring the other ½ of the bottle onto his shirt which he pressed tightly to your side. He frowned seriously at you.

"Hold it there, understand? I'll be back in a moment; I have to grab your armor piece. It'll hold the fabric tightly against the wound for the time being."

You meanwhile were trying to cope with the unbearable stinging. The wound had been deep indeed. You could feel the Potions remnants trying to stitch your body together, to slow the bleeding. It was working, however slow, but Ashura above it hurt.

Yoongi returned after a time and you were surprised to see he was holding another Potion in hand.

"How-?"

He frowned coldly as he crouched at your side and you registered he was now fully adorned in his teal armor save for his helmet which he'd taken off once he saw you.

Your suspicion was confirmed when he wordlessly pressed a familiar earring into your hand.

"You bloody idiot!!!"

Your voice was a poisonous whisper, not wanting to draw any sleeping monsters as you scowled at him and he numbly handed you the Potion.

"Drink."

You shook your head.

"I can't believe you went back to loot that Eidolon Yoongi. What if you'd awoken a monster and-"

Your voice cracked and Yoongi sighed heavily as he saw angry tears make your eyes glassy. You could be so overemotional. You wore facades well around others but he and Hoseok had always been exceptions. You had no need to worry over him.

"I'm here, alive and well, am I not? My wounds are light enough that a good night's sleep will be enough. But yours are more serious. I’m not risking losing you for the sake of your pride. Now drink or I’ll make you.”

His voice lowered an octave at his last sentence and you glowered at him one last time before tossing the Potion back, wincing at the disgusting taste, but sighing in relief as your wound knitted itself back together, speeding up your body's cell regeneration a bit. It was no Hi or even X Potion, but it had sped the process up enough to be sure your body would be fully healed by tomorrow, and at least the bleeding had stopped. A touch of your head and you noted the tingling sensation had faded. Hopefully, any injury you had there had ceased to be as well.

Yoongi had busied himself with attaching just the armor for your side into place so that the Potion soaked fabric would be held against your skin but he turned his gaze to you as he stood and stretched, once again discarding his armor.

“Well; that’s enough excitement for one night. I’m going to go rest until we have to rise at first light. Call if any particularly threatening monsters arise.”

You also stood, your own armor halfway back on as you gently called his name.

“Yoongi!”

He paused, halfway up the hill. His hair was mussed from his rush to loot the Eidolon for your benefit; his long blond ponytail trailing behind him. Long hair has been a part of Dragoon culture for nearly as long as the profession itself had been. It was as characteristic to the culture as the Monks wearing it short, braided, or not at all. Yoongi had mentioned his father had explained that it was a demonstration of the freedom Dragoons symbolized and always fought for. He turned to look at you and his perceptive brown eyes locked onto your own.

You smiled kindly, gaze sincere.

“Thank you. I know I can be…”

You sheepishly rubbed at the back of your neck.

“A bit difficult sometimes. I appreciate it, and you.”

Yoongi scoffed but you could now clearly see his cheeks turning red in embarrassment before he whirled to finish his journey back towards camp to hide it. You still caught the fondness of his tone though, despite the playful words.

“Always so soft…”

You watched until you could no longer see him and turned back to your armor, finishing putting it on and tugging your darkened helmet over your head once more. Luckily the night was still with the only sounds you could hear being the stream beside you and the chirping of harmless bugs. The twin moons were both full tonight, illuminating the Blue Planet brilliantly.

Nevertheless, you decided to do a quick perimeter check deciding your newly healed body could use the movement. It was a peaceful night and you heard the faint crackling of torches as you neared the entrance to Mist. You couldn’t help your curiosity as you watched a young girl run to the river, bucket in one hand and a cloth handmade doll in the other haphazardly sewn together.

She seemed panicked and you faintly heard her voice carry to where you stood just beyond the tree line.

“Agh I can’t believe I forgot to restock!! Mom’s gonna kill me!!”

She finally managed to get the bucket full but you winced sympathetically as in her rush she tumbled over the bucket and sent water spilling everywhere; soaking her to the bone. Just as you debated emerging to help, an older woman with the same hair and eye color ran out of the town and up to her, a worried frown on her lips.

“Jenjia just what do you think you’re doing!?”

Her voice was much quieter you noticed thankfully; it would’ve probably been bad if any fiends had been awoken earlier.

The girl, Jenjia as you now knew her, looked sheepish and beamed nervously up at her mother, clasping her hands behind her back.

“I’m sorry Mom, I just realized we didn’t have any water to boil! You like to have your tea at night with Daddy and I forgot when playing with Cheryl earlier…”

She scuffed her worn looking loafers on the ground as her mother shook her head.

“Well then that’s a day well spent, isn’t it? I’d rather have my daughter home safe and sound than a cup of tea Jia. Your father will feel the same. Leviathan will keep our water flowing clean until tomorrow to refill the stores. Come along now; I’ve already put some beef stew on the stove and I’d rather it didn’t get cold.”

Your heart warmed at the gentle interaction even as a bitter twinge you didn’t want to acknowledge made your chest hurt. You had His Majesty, and that was enough. You never would’ve found Yoongi or Hoseok without him. You turned away as you recalled Yoongi and the girl grabbed her Mother’s hand to be led inside.

Best you were on your way in any case; it wouldn’t be good if Yoongi woke to find you missing, or if a monster snuck up on your camp.

The rest of the night watch passed uneventfully and Yoongi awoke, as he usually did, at first light.

You offered him a capful of water from your flask and he drank it gratefully. You’d used up all the food last night; you really should bring more than simple bread next time. Honestly, it had just slipped your mind...this was why Yoongi and Hoseok typically took care of provisions. You always managed to miss something.

You fiddled absentmindedly with the new earring Yoongi had presented you with last night. It was common practice within Baron to claim trophies from particularly tough monsters and wear them as badges of honor. Typically; you felt pride in a kill and yesterday your mind had been preoccupied with panic and anger but now that it was the next morning you felt no joy, no sense of victory, There had been...no malice or hate that you typically felt from monsters. And it had bled too. It was...odd.

Still, Yoongi had risked his life to get it for you, and King Odin would surely be pleased with the sight of it upon your return. Best to keep it on for now.

You jumped as a pair of armored hands abruptly clapped in your face and offered a weak smile to Yoongi as he held out his hand to help you up.

You grasped it, and he easily pulled you to your feet.

“How are you feeling?”

You couldn’t help the worry seeping into your tone but Yoongi waved you off.

“I told you last night I’d be fine and I am. I feel fit as yesterday before we’d even departed. Rest can often be even more healing than a Potion or Cure spell. Now then, shall we go? I’m sure you must be exhausted and the sooner we return home the sooner we can get you some much needed and deserved rest.”

You nodded at that, and after making sure you both had snuffed out the fire and that your weapons and armor were properly set you began your short trek to the gates of Mist.

It was a tiny village you knew, unlike Damcyan, Fabul, Troia, or Eblan there was no castle, and even Mysidia was more bustling and lively than the few houses dwelling here. It was humble to be sure, but there was a peace and a sense of sincerity here that you doubted you could find anywhere else.

You fingered the box holding the ring in your pocket, a bit nervous now that you were here. Baron and Mist had never had particularly good relations. You prayed that the King asking for their input would establish a rapport and help you maintain a good relationship. You lowered your face visor, figuring being able to see some part of you that was human behind your demonic looking armor would help put them at ease.

As Yoongi and you both entered the village you noticed the civilians within already began side-eying you distrustingly and couldn’t help but wonder if word of Mysidia had already spread but quickly reminded yourself that that was impossible. After all; Troia was the only neighboring kingdom and they would’ve had to have taken an airship here just to inform them. A general lack of airships besides Baron aside, Troia was always neutral anyway and pretty much entirely isolated.

Guess tensions with Baron really were high then.

You suddenly noticed a woman approaching you and recognized her as the mother from last night. Her daughter clutched at her skirt, observing you with curious if shy eyes. You smiled at her while Yoongi offered a respectful nod to the mother.

“Good day ma’am we were just-”

His words were cut off by your pained yelp as you ripped the now searing box that held the ring out of its pouch. You’d been so preoccupied with calming down the young girl you hadn’t noticed the rising temperature until it was near scorching.

“The ring!”

The box was rustling wildly of its own accord as it hit the ground, and Yoongi frowned deeply in confusion only to roughly pull you back several feet as he too jumped back.

The woman too had shoved her daughter behind her and was examining the box before recognition lit her eyes.

“This is-!”

Boom

The box exploded open and Bomb monsters hidden inside didn’t waste any time as they began setting fire to anything and anyone they could. In seconds the village was burning and the smell of burning flesh was everywhere. You could do little more than watch in horrified shock as smoke already was causing your eyes to burn at the spot the woman had just been. That initial violent opening of the box had scorched the poor woman...and her daughter you noted numbly, where they’d stood. The girl-Jenjia you reminded yourself, she had a name- all that remained of her was her doll, slowly burning away to nothingness in front of your very eyes. Suddenly, an abrupt realization hit you.

The bombs were carefully not targeting Yoongi and yourself.

You shook violently as words escaped your lips in hushed horror, taking in the carnage caused in the wake of your visit. It had to be a mistake, it had to. Yoongi would be truthful with you. You must’ve missed something. This wasn’t happening.

“This is what we were sent to do?”

Yoongi looked around with detached and grim determination.

“He wished this village torched.”

Tears streamed down your face and evaporated just as quickly, whether from the flames and smoke or the horror and disgust coursing through you; who could say? You trembled with rage and clenched your fists so tightly your already dented armor creaked a bit more from the force of it.

“But why?”

You raised your head to the sky and let out a guttural raw of pure primal agony.

“Why!?!”

Yoongi remained silent beside you, but you could feel the tenseness coming off of him in waves. This upset him too, you were sure. You numbly looked back down at the ground and it took you a few moments to register a new sound amid the now silent town besides the crackling of the fire and the creaking of buildings as they collapsed in on themselves. Destroyed in mere minutes.

A young boy sobbing.

You grimly raised your head and began walking towards the sound hearing Yoongi’s steady footsteps beside you.

You came across a mint haired boy, hysterically gasping over a woman’s body. Luckily the child was beside the only water source in the town; a small pool which seemed to have kept the Bombs at bay.

As Yoongi and you approached, he clung all the harder to his mother, not even noticing both of you. You barely managed to make out the words between his heart-wrenching sobs.

“Mother you can’t die! J-Just because your dragon did!!”

Yoongi’s eyes suddenly lit with understanding behind his visor and you turned to him in confusion as he nodded to himself.

“I’ve heard of their lot. Men who can conjure Eidolons...Summoners.”

It suddenly hit you and you mumbled to yourself as it all seemed to come together.

“Then the dragon we slew...was...his mothers?”

The boy gasped at the sound of your voice and turned to glare fearfully at you and Yoongi making you wince as you met his gaze behind your visor in reluctant admission of your guilt. He stood in an attempt to appear more intimidating even despite the tremor in his voice showing how petrified he was just underneath the facade.

“You...You’re the ones who killed her dragon!?”

You swallowed the bitter taste on your tongue as you pleaded with the boy. Moon above, he couldn’t be more than 10.

“Forgive us. We’d no idea this would happen to your mother.”

It sounded exactly what it was. Weak and pathetic. There would be no forgiveness. Not for this. Nor for Mysidia.

You forced your gaze to his deceased Mother and sent up a prayer. As if that would help him now.

Yoongi looked around and finally spoke up, tone matter of fact.

“His Majesty sent us to eliminate every last one of these people.”

Your legs finally gave out, unable to take the weight being placed upon you.

“No…”

Yoongi frowned as he looked down at you, assessing your condition before he began to move towards the boy with grim determination.

“Foul work to be sure. But we’ll need to kill the boy as well.”

At that you lunged, just before he reached him, hopping to your feet and pushing against his chest plate in horrified desperation.

“Yoongi!!”

Up close as you were, you could feel his breath on your skin, could hear the hateful sense of begrudging duty in his tone.

“It’s him or us ____!”

You pushed him with all your might, making him take a step back even with the weakness coursing through your shaky body.

“He’s a child!”

You turned to look down at the still sobbing boy who was too preoccupied with trying to wipe his tears to pay attention to you both.

“You’d betray your King?”

Yoongi’s voice now held a note of finality,

You turned to fully face him, clenching your hand into a fist and drawing it close to your chest.

“Betray him? Any King who’d wish for this is no King of mine!!”

You snarled, harshly swinging your arm out in a subconscious show of disgusted frustration.

Yoongi smirked at you suddenly and you found yourself startled as he scoffed in humor.

“Hmph. I thought you might say that.”

Your eyes searched for him just behind your visor as you grew hopeful.

“Then…?”

He looked off into the distance for a moment and then turned to you with sharp determination.

“I owe his Majesty much but not so much I’d soil the Dragoon’s name in his.”

He planted his spear down with finality.

Your eyes widened and you stepped closer to him in excitement.

“Then you’re with me?”

He made sure to meet your gaze and wordlessly nodded twice in support before he turned, this time towards the destruction, and walked past the boy as he spoke, looking out at it.

“Baron’s army is the mightiest in the world. Our flight means nothing if we remain alone; we must treat with other nations, share what we’ve seen…”

He hesitated and then turned to look at you once more.

“And Hoseok, he must share our flight.”

Your tone softened in affection for him and you nodded, stepping closer.

“And he will. Thank you.”

He turned away for a moment and mumbled to himself.

“...I’m not doing this for you.”

You didn’t hear him and tilted your head.

“Huh?”

Yoongi ignored you however and turned to nod towards the boy.

“Quickly, we mustn’t linger here! What of the boy?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“We take him with us.”

After hesitating a moment you approached him where he was still crouched protectively over his mother’s body as Yoongi watched uneasily but stayed where he was.

“Come, it’s not safe here! Take my hand.”

You asked gently, holding out your hand to the boy.

He hopped away from you with a glower.

“No!!”

Yoongi growled low in his throat at that.

“We’ve no time; use force if you must!”

He joined you as he ran over and Jimin cowered away in fear disguised as anger.

“Stay away!”

You held out your hand as Yoongi and you both froze.

“Wait!”

The child began running in earnest and Yoongi and you both followed, hot on his heels when he suddenly curled in on himself with a choked sob.

“Leave me alone!”

He suddenly screeched as blinding white light surged up from beneath his feet and you could feel the magical energy emanating from him. Yoongi had faltered but you kept running, refusing to be responsible for the death of another child. If he harmed you so be it...you deserved it anyway.

“I HATE YOU!!!”

You felt the earth shake violently and you glanced up to see a massive Titan made of pure earth. The Eidolon raised its hands, your eyes widened and you lunged curling your arms around the boy as you crushed him protectively against your chest as hard as you could just as he fell unconscious from exertion. You felt the Titan’s hands come down onto the Blue Planet’s surface hard and your body flew into the air.

If you were to die then so be it, but let this child survive at least.

He need not share the payment for your sins.

You slammed against the ground hard several times, but curled your body inward all the more around his tiny body in spite of the pain, praying your armor would be enough to absorb the impact as you finally, mercifully joined the child in unconsciousness.

A/N: Welp, I hope those that actually read this series enjoy it; I’ve only gotten one rambly review on AO3 that inspired be to keep posting this so thank them if you enjoy this series and I’m not talking to myself. Anyway! Onto fun notes about this chapter! :)

I find Yoongi’s characterization and his relationship to Reader to be one of the most fun parts to explore thus far for me this chapter as well as how they fight together in a serious battle. I also delved into status effects some as well as the various uses of Potions! Expect more explained uses of items and such as the series goes on! Yoongi’s look hair wise in Daechwita perfectly fits both the OG character Yoongi is based off of(Kain Highwind). Luckily it hit me as I was going through mvs, trying to decide if there was anything that matched Kain’s lucious locks and there it was!

Also yay!! Official intro for Jimin! I know he’s never had mint hair before but I just had to include the nod to the OG game after doing Yoongi’s so...please bare with me. These are the ones I felt most fit what I was imagining.

Hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback it’s a huge motivator for me! Much love hope ya’ll are enjoying the influx of content from me lately! <3

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