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eevees-hobbies · 6 months ago

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Call me 'Kyojuro': Female Reader X Kyojuro Rengoku Smut

Author note: I didn’t expect my first story to be so tame! I wanted to make something dirty featuring my anime husband, but I think because this is my first, I held back. Raunchy, steamy, inappropriate shit will definitely be written in the future!

Content warning: smut, oral performed on female character, touching of breasts, mentions of bodily fluids (nothing extreme), you also are very forward in your relationship with Rengoku. I don’t really align with self-inserts that make you shy or soft-spoken (depends on the character)…it’s just not my thing!

Word count: 3.2k

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Rengoku was by no means a prude, but his Hashira lifestyle—which consisted of demon-slaying and training on constant repeat—left little time for relationships.

But it was no surprise that he quickly became infatuated with you when you were introduced as the newest Hashira. Yes, you were cute, no, you were beautiful, but that wasn’t the only characteristic that drew him in. It was also the way you were so committed to improving your skills. You were clearly ambitious – working tirelessly day and night to be a better you than the version you were yesterday.

Rengoku recalled waking up early not long after you began your Hashira tenure, excited to start his usual training regime before the morning sun rose above the mountains and before the other Hashira started to stir. But when he approached the training grounds, he saw you practicing your movements with a sword in hand.

You were mouthing commands to yourself, ��breathe, follow through, expect a parry.”

Rengoku watched you, quickly forgetting that he had his own training to begin. He was too engrossed by your commitment and passion to interrupt.

“I’m not one for an audience, ya know,” you shoot him a half-smile. You had noticed his presence but allowed the Flame Hashira to study you. As the newest Hashira, you hadn’t spoken up much. You simply observed during Hashira meetings, but you always found yourself interested in whatever Rengoku added to the conversation. Whenever he spoke up, his voice boomed over the others—and they listened. His points always centered on justice and protecting those who couldn’t defend themselves.

You were smitten on day one.

Rengoku’s body stiffened by your call out. He didn’t want you to feel like he was studying you, even if that was exactly what he was doing.

“Sorry! I was simply admiring your technique. And I must admit, I was surprised to find someone out here so early.”

You tilted your head to the side, the sweat that collected on your forehead from the exertion making its way down your cheek. “But you’re out here?”

Rengoku smiled softly as he acknowledged your quick rebuttal.

“Well, there’s more than enough space for us to both get our training in. Care to join me? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in seeing what the Flame Hashira is capable of.” You palm the hilt of your blade nervously, hoping he would accept your offer not only because you were putting yourself out there but also because you wanted him to say yes.

Rengoku shoots you with a dazzling smile that makes your heart stutter.

“Let us get started then.”

In a matter of minutes, you and Kyojuro stared at each other from a respectful distance away, waiting for the other to make the first move—not wanting to be caught off guard, you strike first.

The Flame Hashira dodges you easily, but he doesn’t parry or clip you with his blunted weapon. In fact, many of his movements are a response to your attacks with no attempt at fighting back. You quickly grow frustrated. You had earned your place in the Hashira ranks. You slayed just as many demons as him and had plenty of the scars and trauma to prove it.

More of the same continues, with you stringing together elaborate attacks and him dodging.

You feel the vein in your temple begin to switch, your anger reaching a boiling point. “Demons go out of their way to target women, and you dare hold back against me?!” Your body goes slack as you turn your back towards him, sending a physical sign that you were concluding the training session.

Kyojuro flinches at your sudden emotional outburst, and because he hadn’t realized he was on the defensive with you—he certainly never held back with Shinobu or Mitsuri. For some reason, a reason deeper than he could comprehend at that moment, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Wait!” Kyojuro takes a step towards you. “You are right to be upset with me, but I assure you that I mean no disrespect.”

You barely turn your head to look over your shoulder, “then fight me, Rengoku! Give me the chance to kick your ass, and if you pull that shit again, I’ll never speak to you again.”

Kyojuro contemplates your words and gives a curt nod. He gets into a battle pose and shoots a dazzling smile at you, “Very well! But please, call me Kyojuro.”

Your heart skips a beat. The sun still hasn’t begun to rise but his smile provides you all the light and warmth you could ever need.

“S-sure thing, Kyojuro.”

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It didn’t take long until you and Kyojuro had a consistent training ritual together. With the Flam Hashira’s approval of your presence and his bragging about your abilities, the other Hashira began to accept you, too. Your nights, previously spent in your room in alone, were now occupied around a large dinner table where you all shared your meals.

“So, I’m just going to come out and say it as it wouldn’t be very flashy of me to keep my mouth shut,” Uzui begins as he sets his cup down.

Your eyes narrow at him as he turns his hulking body to face you. You like Uzui, but everyone at the dinner table quiets and stares at you—you don’t appreciate the extra attention.

“You and Rengoku are a thing, right?” You shoot him a horrified look as he brings his two pointer fingers together and touches them tip-to-tip.

Sanemi chortles at the ridiculous gesture.

You look at Rengoku, hoping that he’ll interject, but he’s quiet, observing you as a shade of pink quickly rises from his neck to his cheeks.

Sensing the awkwardness between you and Kyojuro, Shinobu interjects—to your relief.

“Leave them be. Mitsuri, tell us more about that salmon dish you spoke about earlier.”

With that, Mitsuri launches into an animated story about the new restaurant she had discovered. The other Hashira quickly lose interest in you and divert their attention to the Love Hashira. You look up at Kyojuro, fully prepared to see him also engrossed in Mitsuri’s story. Instead, he’s looking down at his half-eaten meal with a pensive look on his face.

Your heart aches as you watch him eventually rise, excuse himself from the table, and exit the dining room.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you follow. And before you know it, you’re pushing his bedroom door open and closing it quietly behind you.

Kyojuro’s bright eyes look at you in surprise. “Oh, did I leave something at the table?”

You chew your bottom lip in frustration, your heart pounds in your ears, and anxiety begins to make your fingers twitch. You were uncharacteristically nervous being in front of him in his room. But you couldn’t help it because, in a matter of months, your feelings for Kyojuro had blossomed into intense feelings of wanting more from your friendship.

Kyojuro, sensing your inability to speak, rises slowly and approaches you. He takes your hands into his and stares into your own bright eyes.

“Please….say something. I know you were uncomfortable at dinner when Tengen spoke about our…friendship.” He paused slightly over the word friendship, letting it hang between you both as if it were heavy and wrong.

Fuck it

In a moment of bravery, you tilt your head up and press your lips against Kyojuro’s. You feel his muscles tense slightly at your unexpected advancement, but he doesn’t push you away, and for that, you are beyond thankful.

It isn’t long before he moves his hands up to cup your face, his lips, initially unmoving, now pressing firmly against your own. His longing for you is conveyed as his soft lips dance slowly with yours, his fingers gently stroking the soft skin of your cheek in small circles.

A moan escapes your lips. He’s such a fucking gentleman, you think to yourself.

When his lips part, you take the opportunity to slide your tongue in his mouth. Your eagerness makes Kyojuro’s head swirl, and his pants tighten in the crotch area. The room fills with the lewd sounds of your wet tongues mingling together as both of your arousal grows. There’s no space between your bodies as you press against one another, his solid chest pressing against your soft breasts and crotches grinding into one another, desperately trying to feel the friction despite the clothes you’re wearing.

You eventually break away from the kiss, both of your lidded eyes staring hungrily at each other and chests heaving rapidly.

Kyojuro speaks first, “Wow. Have you always felt this way about me?”

You roll your eyes in amusement at the innocent inflection in his tone. Your hands roam over his chest, “what do you think?”

Kyojuro beams at you, “then it is official—we are a couple!”

And true to his word, Kyojuro began to court you. You assumed little would change, and in a way, you were right. You and Kyojuro still trained with each other and accompanied each other on missions, but there were other instances where your relationship was different. If Rengoku went on a mission without you, he’d bring something back that caught his eye and reminded him of you. Soon, you had to purchase a small jewelry box to hold all the beautiful adornments he had gifted you. When it was time for meals—Kyojuro would offer you his lunch and swoon when you ate from his utensils.

“Eat up, my love! We must maintain the fire in your soul; the best way to do that is with a quality meal!”

You appreciated the sentiment—even if your meals were far more flavorful than his. Your heart warmed at how much and how deeply he cared for you.

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During a rare training break, Kyojuro perched under a large tree and watched you spar with Sanemi. He felt uneasy as Sanemi fought you aggressively and without holding himself back. You had requested him to give his all as you did with every Hashira, but it still made Kyojuro nervous about the possibility of you getting hurt.

“When were you planning on thanking me?”

Kyojuro looked up to find his colleague Tengen gloating—an arrogant smirk gracing his features. Kyojuro gave him a quizzical look, unsure how to respond to a question he didn’t quite understand.

Tengen let an exasperated—and characteristically dramatic—sigh escape his lips. He crouched and rested a hand on Kyojuro’s shoulder, “Tell me, my fiery friend. Have you both consummated the relationship?”

Kyojuro’s body stiffened at the question. He felt it to be intrusive—even by Tengen’s standards.

Sensing his friend's tight-lipped demeanor and tense body language, Tengen lowered his voice.

"Fair. I never took you as one to kiss and tell. But let me leave you with sage advice as someone with his fair share of experience with women.”

Kyojuro looked at his friend expectantly. He wanted to seem uninterested, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. You both had shared many nights cuddling and kissing had become increasingly more intense. It was becoming more challenging for Kyojuro to control himself as his hands explored your clothed body, his cock growing—almost painfully—in his pants. Some nights when you were away from each other, he’d imagine himself gingerly taking your clothes off, drinking in your body and curves like a man desperate for a taste. He’d imagine settling himself between your plush thighs and pushing his throbbing cock into your warm and welcoming mess of a cunt. On those lonely nights, Kyojuro would touch himself to the thought of you, his large hand sliding into his pants and stroking himself. His eyes would roll back as he tugged at himself with pitiful desperation at the idea of having you.

But while Kyojuro was satisfied with making love with you in the way that he knew how, he wasn’t sure if you’d be fully satisfied. So he looked at his friend, ready to accept his perverse advice.

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Your muscles ached as you dragged yourself to Kyojuro’s room. You had almost fallen asleep during your bath—Sanemi’s training session with you was intense, and you had quite a bit of bruises to show for it. You were looking forward to attaching your body to Kyo’s and drifting off, but you soon forgot about any semblance of sleep as you entered the room.

Kyojuro was sifting his hands through his barely dry hair as he had also recently returned from his bath. His bare, muscular chest still had a few droplets of water that would more than likely evaporate soon. A towel loosely hung around his waist, and a noticeable bulge strained against the white fabric in a way that made you blush. Kyojuro looked over his shoulder at you and beamed. “My love, you are right on time. There is something I wanted to speak to you about!”

Your eyes stay glued to the bulge now pointing, no, beckoning aggressively at you. Please let there be a sudden gust—give me a peak.

Kyojuro continues, “I want you to be satisfied with me, so I received advice today on how to—.” You interrupt Kyojuro with a sharp glance, your own intense eyes meeting his.

“Kyo, no offense, but we haven't even done anything yet. You don’t really need to worry about that right now, and honestly, I’m a bit scared to ask who you received advice from.”

Kyojuro approaches you, his previously tense shoulders now relaxed at the sound of your shorthand version of his name. He cups your cheeks and looks at you with soft eyes, “You’re right. I was getting ahead of myself.”

You smile sweetly up at him; one of your fingers finds the hem of his towel and pulls. Kyojuro gasps as he’s now fully unclothed in front of you. His cock bobs up and down at the lack of fabric holding it back. You purr and grasp him in your palm, feeling the taut muscle throb excitedly.

Kyojuro licks his lips as his half-lidded eyes look down at you—his breath noticeably harsher and quicker as you stroke him. “You sure?”

You snort—not very ladylike—but a response to an obvious question nonetheless.

Kyojuro peels your clothes off your freshly cleaned body. He groans as his eyes take in all of your curves—they’re somehow even better than what he imagined. He raises a hand to palm your breast in his hand, his fingers gently pinching and tugging at your hardening nipple. Your mouths find each other again, with an intense hunger, each of your tongues battling for dominance.

Kyojuro pulls away, “I must taste you.”

You give him a quick nod, wondering what he means as you both were doing just that, weren’t you? But you quickly understand what he meant when he picks you up, his strong arms lifting you on his shoulders.

You let out a slight squeal as you feel the floor beneath your feet disappear, and your thighs become Kyo’s new earmuffs. He takes a long sniff of your cunt, breathing in your distinct smell, his mouth watering with excitement. He licks your sensitive folds, a shiver shooting up and down your spine, as the Flame Hashira suckles at your southern lips.

“Mmm, she’s so pretty.” Slurp “so wet” Slurp “so tasty.” Slurp

Soon, the room fills with the sounds of his suckling and your gasps. You want to roll your hips against his mouth desperately, but the position he has you in has you pressed against the wall, and any attempt to buck your hips may result in your ass hitting the floor.

Kyojuro slides his tongue past your folds, his mouth now making out with your clit. Your juices and Kyojuro’s saliva drip down his chin. He moans into your pussy, the taste of you making him stroke his pulsing cock with one hand. Your thighs begin to squeeze around his head as you feel warmth spread in your lower stomach. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” your eyes roll back as you release your sweetness down his throat. Kyojuro shudders at how good you taste and how good he makes you feel.

“Put me down,” you order as you briefly regain your senses. Kyojuro obliges, eyeing you hungrily, his hand still stroking himself with his precum, lubricating the now sensitive skin.

“I want you to ruin me,” you say as you stumble to the middle of the room where the bed is. As you turn to face him, Kyojuro is already on you; he eagerly pushes you down and spreads your thighs. He grunts at the sign of your messy and hungry pussy, the sign of his worshipping tongue still evident on your moist folds.

You gasp as he’s pushing the fat head of his cock inside of you.

“Mmmm, she’s so hungry and eager, love.” Kyojuro pushes his full girth inside of you, letting out a groan and collapsing on top of you.

You moan and wrap your legs around his toned waist as he rolls his hips slowly into you. Kyojuro is sensual and careful with his movements despite you being able to tell that it’s taking quite a bit of self-control for him not to pound you mercilessly. As he dives into you, your senses are suddenly overwhelmed with the sound of your pussy squelching as his cock fills you up, the smell of your sex, and the sight of Kyojuro’s pleasure-filled expression gracing his features. He leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, biting gently at your sensitive skin. It stings in a way that makes your pussy clench around his cock.

Kyojuro groans, “Please forgive me. You feel too good.”

You drag your hands through his hair as you buck your hips against his, trying to match his movements. You want every inch of him to touch every inch of you.

“Don’t be gentle, Kyo. I can handle it.”

Kyojuro shudders at your invitation to ruin you. His pace quickens, now hard, and loud slapping sounds fill every corner of the room, his heavy and full balls smacking against your ass. You desperately want to open up and close yourself all at once—everything you’re feeling intense and overstimulating.

Kyojuro is being vocal with his approval of you and how you’re taking him in, “O-oh my god, you’re pussy feels like it was m-made for me…!” He grips your thighs with his strong hands, the tips of his fingers turning white as he digs his nails into your flesh. In a quick movement, he pushes your legs further back until he’s squatting on top of you, your thighs pressed against his as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt.

You—no longer caring about how loud you are—let out deep guttural moans. You desperately reach for something to grab, and your hands find Kyojuro’s hair. You grip his thick mane at his scalp and pull. You’re not sure if the position is impeding your breathing or if it’s your moans not allowing you time to suck in adequate air; regardless, you feel as though you might pass out.

“You take my dick so well,” Kyojuro compliments as his hand finds your clit and rubs it in circular motions with his thumb.

Drool drips out of the corners of your mouth as Kyojuro’s thrusts only get harder and more animalistic.

Kyojuro grunts, feeling himself getting close as the intense fire in his abdomen burns more and more, “stick out your tongue, my flame!”

Your tongue lolls out your mouth for him, and your eyes roll back as he sucks your tongue into his mouth; you moan in adoration as he sucks and bites on your tongue, wanting to taste every bit of you.

Your pussy clenches and grasps at his cock as you release against him. The death grip of your cunt begging, pleading, and welcoming every drop of inevitable seed that he can give you.

Kyojuro groans loudly as he erupts, shooting hot seed inside of you, “A-ah, here it comes, ohhhhh.”

Kyojuro rests his forehead against your shoulder, the intense wave of your and his pleasure rolling through you both. You plant a kiss against his lips.

“Was that…good?” He mumbles against you.

“So good,” you whisper as you grip him tightly. You can feel his heart beating quickly against your chest. As his love oozes out of you and onto your sheets, you both drift off, gripping one another.

#rengoku kyojuro smut #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro x reader

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prinzrupprecht · 6 days ago

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When They Save You

Featuring: Kintoki, Wukong, Cu and Apollo

3 folklore heroes and who invited Apollo?

Warnings? Nope! Some cute moments and mentions of folklore.

Kintoki

Even when he spotted you fighting for your life from the demon called Shuten-doji… he couldn’t just stand back and watch you— a human get killed by it.

The demon has been terrorizing the land you resided on for quite some time. Kintoki was following its footsteps and tracking the demon down.

You were quite skilled in martial arts and tackling the creature, but… the difference in power was massive and you would surely die.

That is when he stepped in and took the blow head on using his axe to defend himself while protecting you. “Ha! Oh my–" Kintoki didn’t stop there while he parried the monster’s attacks while you stayed behind him. You were more confused than ever about why he even saved you. Nobody ever bothered to kill this creature— or monster. You wanted to die trying even when everyone else was suffering from it. Many disappearances of the villagers were because of this monster!

The man that saved you had ran off the monster and unfortunately, didn’t kill it in time. What a coward! “My master should have it covered…” the man who saved you had a scar on the right side of his face and you were blushing red from his comment.

“Wh–who are you?” You questioned but covered your mouth as you seemed to be rude by asking that right away.

“Huh? Oh… my bad for not introducing myself. I’m Kintoki. Sakata Kintoki. And you miss… should go home and not try fighting demons in the middle of the night. Like seriously, you’ll get yourself killed.” He sighed dramatically as he was scolding you. You did pout but he was right.

“I have no home, so what’s the point? Might as well die trying? Everyone is gone.” You looked over the mountain to look at the destruction the demon had already caused. Kintoki had felt bad… but an idea had popped into his head.

“Then how about… you join me and my master on our journey. I’ll teach you how to actually fight next time.” Kintoki brought his face down to yours to look at you closely.

“Y– You’ll let me?!” Excitement had filled you. This kind and handsome man would help train you properly. Ahhh~ little did you know he was developing more of a liking to you and your fighting spirit touched his heart.

Wukong

You were incredibly stubborn and did things on your own whether others told you not to or if a situation was too dangerous. You were one of Tang Sanzang’s disciples. You were the first before Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were taken under the old man. They were annoying to you but it was no bother as long as you did as you wanted.

That was when… you wandered off into an unknown cave and as you thought it was strange this mysterious cave existed all of a sudden. The place was filled with mysterious types of magic. Did a demon reside here? Maybe it’s best to—

“Oh~? A small one has entered my home? Seems like dinner will be earlier than usual~” your heart nearly froze. Wh–what?! You tried to quickly think how Sun Wukong would try to get out of certain tricky situations. He was far smarter than you!

“Sorry! I was just leaving!” You tried to run out of the cave but the entrance was gone or was never there. Was this an illusionary spell? You couldn’t escape and your heart was starting to feel heavy.

The demon refused for you to leave its cave and that’s when panic started to rise in your chest. Would Wukong, and the others would even care if you died? You clung against the wall but the strike you had expected to land against you never came. Your mind was awakened by a burst of sunlight. The place was under some spell that made it impossible to leave.

“Why did you leave?” Wukong has asked irritatedly from behind. He was holding his staff over his head. The demon had already been defeated?! It was completely ripped to sheds. Huh?

“I just—"

“Big bro was worried about you!” Pigsy aka known as Zhu Bajie sighed. Sha Wujing and Tang Sanzang were outside of the cave. Your heart stammered in your chest. Sun Wukong was worried about you?

“Shouldn’t have wandered off. Look at what could’ve happened…” Sha Wujing looked over to the demon that was lying dead. Wukong was silent and didn’t know what to process in the moment. This wasn’t the first time and whenever you wanted to wander off somewhere, he always told you to tell him before just leaving.

You muttered a sorry and hung your head low. Even your master had reminded you that Wukong was the one that saved you. Your chest tightened as hope was soon rising again within you. You had always liked him… but you were certain he felt nothing for you. Maybe this was why you always rebelled?

Wukong was a very keen observer and noticed how gloomy you looked. He decided he wouldn’t be too harsh on you. “I told you already, just tell me if you want to be stupid and wander off so I can make sure you don’t get killed, alright?” He was stretching his arms over his head. He was always too caring for you and reminded you numerous of times he wouldn’t just rescue anyone like that. Not even his sworn brothers who can look after themselves.

You nodded slowly and smiled. You agreed to stick by their side and stop your rebellious nature. After all, he did as well. Once a long time ago… you’re sworn to him and only him.

Cú Culainn

He was always there whenever you wanted him there, but he wasn’t there when you needed him… with you being captured by the Connacht army. Your days were numbered while being tortured for information.

No matter how much you didn’t cave into the queen. Medb. You were certain… Cú would hear about your death and you’ll never know his reaction. Heh…

What did you even do to deserve this life? All I wanted was peace and no wars. “So, you’re going to talk yet?” The queen walked into your prison cell but you refused to even look up to her. However… a loud crash was heard from outside of Connacht.

“THE HELL IS HAPPENING OUT THERE?!” Medb screamed but you already knew. The Ulaid army led by Conchobar Mac Nessa had come?! That means… Cú Chulainn must be here as well?

“Damnit, they came for this stupid bitch—"

“We must evacuate now!” Another one of her soldiers warned her. While you were stuck in the cell. You wanted to laugh like a crazy person. No, no, no… fuck. You were left alone while you heard the dying screams of men outside. You wondered what was going on. You couldn’t see anything outside.

Your breathing was hitched when the commotion outside was seizing to die down. Huge rocks were being slingshotted against the castle infrastructure. You were waiting for one to smash through the prism side but nothing came. Would you die in here?

You heard someone call your name but the sound was barely audible. Huh? You wanted to shout but no words came out of your mouth. Even as much as you gripped the bars of the cell.

“Oh, there you are!” Cu’s voice has broken your thought loop of wondering how long you’ve been in the prison cell. The whole place probably is abandoned. He broke the metal frame of the cell to get to you.

“I– I thought I was going to die…” you were pulled into him. He looked dirty from fighting outside and his bare chest was still somehow warm.

“Hey, I told you before I wouldn’t let that happen. Come on let’s get out of this haunted castle.” He noticed that you wouldn’t move and just went to carry you instead over his shoulder.

“H-Hey!” You squeaked but Cú didn’t listen and just left the cursed palace that was once Medb’s.

“Relax, stop squirming will ya?” Cú was being gentle with you. You were uncomfortable with being held like a sandbag over his shoulders. However, would you two be safe? You pouted and puffed your cheeks out stubbornly. Did Cú worry when you went missing? Maybe it was best to not know. You sighed and just let your body relax over his uncomfortable shoulder.

“Okay, we’re here.” Heh? You placed you down but the area was in the middle of the woods.

“Are we fine out here?! We’re in the middle of nowhere!” You shouted. Cú thought how cute you were when you got mad but rolled his eyes ignoring you.

“Sure, I’ll just give you back to my aunt.” Cú pulled you down next to him by the broken tree to press up against. You knew he wouldn’t ever hand you back over to that wicked woman. You sighed but maybe it’s for the better to be alone and isolated for now.

“Fine… can you explain why the creepy location?” You looked up at him.

“Hmm…” he yawned before continuing, “I just wanted to be alone... with you, is there a problem with that?” You had already relaxed next to his warm body while shaking your head. As much of a tiring journey it was, you didn’t complain anymore and just followed where ever Cú went like usual.

Apollo

You had no idea what was happening when Olympus was invaded by hundreds of giants. You were told by some of the servants to stay away and to let the gods take care of it.

“Ah—! You shouldn’t be out here!” One of the women saw you lurking outside seeing the destruction that was happening to Valhalla. How many were there? You didn’t even care. You wanted to protect your home.

“I’m leaving,” you grabbed your staff quickly. How much would this go on for? Would Apollo get mad at you? Your anger was clouding your judgement. It shouldn’t matter.

You tried to fight your way towards the main battle but the gods must’ve been fighting for some time. Many bodies were lying scattered of both the giants and guards of the Olympus. Where was Apollo?!

Some had tried to kill you when you were spotted but were too slow. You were much more agile and quicker on your feet. Your magical power resonating from your staff were far more powerful than you remembered.

You were a bit late but that wasn’t all of it. “L-Lady—"

“Get down!” You felt a wave of heat from a giant come hurling towards you and the others who were nearby. You thought you were finished from the destructive attack. Your staff was completely shattered in an instant. However, something was blocking your line of vision.

“Huh?! Who— Who is there?” Your cheeks flushed red noticing Apollo had shielded you with his Moonlight of Artremis giant statue from the attack just now.

Everyone was saved… even you. Apollo gave you a solemn look of disappointment and disgust? You were ashamed that you even tried to fight all by yourself.

“You poor thing…” Apollo says but you were wondering whether he actually was caring for your well-being or was he acting? He had already eliminated the giants while he was observing your dirty form. You weren’t so beautiful anymore. Not to him… you trembled in your spot trying to lift your body but fell down once more.

“Try not to move so much,” he cradled your small fragile form in his arms. He wasn’t upset? He whispered sweet things in your ear to calm you down. Your heart was beating faster. He was everything to you… still.

“You fought so beautifully, and still… you shouldn’t have come. Without me here, you would’ve been dead from that explosion.” He says so calmly but there wasn’t any hint of worry in his tone. You were… still beautiful to him? A leap of happiness swelled your heart.

“C–Can we return?” While clinging onto him, he didn’t say anything but decided to take you with him back to the palace. He still held onto you and refused to let go. He loved the things that he considered beautiful and you were one of them.

I had returned once more for a nice rare one shot of 4 characters. I may do a part 2. Unsure yet, but imma have to get back on chiruran soon.

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icycoldninja · 4 months ago

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No clue if you're still doing requests so if not go ahead and ignore this ask but uhmm

Vergil teaching Y/N how to swordfight? Idk- Please-? :,)

Yes! Absolutely! Crackfic time!

Swordfight (Vergil x Reader fluff)

"No, what are you doing?"

"Holding the sword, like you said."

"It is not a baseball bat, you look like a fool!"

"But this is how you said to hold it."

"No, I said to hold it like this." Vergil snatched the wooden sword from your hands and gripped it firmly, his posture almost exactly like yours, so you couldn't understand why he said you were doing it wrong.

"Now you try it," Vergil grumbled, handing you the toy. You tentatively took it from him and tried your best to copy his earlier movements, this time succeeding.

"Yes, much better," Vergil nodded, approvingly. "Now remember, to strike with the sword, you move in swift, precise movements." You nodded, then began to do exactly that, only to be stopped by Vergil three seconds after.

"You look like a child attacking a pinata, stop that," He chided, taking the sword from you once again. "Watch me," He ordered, before performing some simple-looking swipes at the air.

"Ok, I can do that," You mumbled, after he'd returned the sword. Resuming your stance, you copied Vergil's movements, feeling a little nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. He was like a mother hen, watching your every move, ready to nag, and that made you anxious.

"How was that?" You asked, lowering your sword.

"Acceptable," Vergil grumbled, his version of an A+. "Time for realistic practice. Swinging at thin air will not improve your skills beyond the basics. True knowledge is gained in battle."

Your stomach clenched at that. Would he make you fight demons now?!

"Come on," Vergil told you, raising his own toy sword at you. "Try to hit me."

You two looked so ridiculous standing outside in complete silence, pointing blunt wooden swords at each other. If Dante had walked by, he would have doubled over with laughter. The silence was deafening; Vergil's stern expression was hilarious, and your nerves were on fire. After a moment, you decided to do the most predictable thing ever and lunge forwards, your sword aimed for his chest.

Vergil parried you quite easily, and before you knew what was happening, you found yourself with a piece of wood pressed against your neck.

"Too slow," Gloated he, proudly.

"Guess so," You acceded, noticing how his right side was seemingly unguarded. Knowing it was unethical, you took advantage of his weakness and poked his side with the toy. "But I still gotcha!"

Vergil growled under his breath, lowering his "weapon" and taking a step back. You feared he would be angry with you for fighting dirty, but instead, he smiled at you.

"You learn fast. Well done."

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evolutionsvoid · 30 days ago

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Of all the woes of the world, of all the terrible curses that fall upon the land, the Grotesques are said to be one of the most wretched. Horrid malformations of reborn flesh, where essence from the great cycle has been corrupted and spat out in disgusting forms. The Church of Divine Wealth labels them abominations, symbols of sin that has blasphemed the wondrous cycle we all worship. Few argue with such claims, as the Grotesques are truly revolting in the eyes of many and they are happy to see them burned.

Yet, of all the horrid blights that torment folk, the Grotesques actually seem one of the lessers. Plenty of their melting, misshapen forms are too mangled to be a proper threat, and many more seem to flee at the sight of others rather than fight. While teams of Church warriors seek out these creatures and cut them down, watchers of the carnage could note that these battles are incredibly one-sided. If one would hold off in their hate for just a moment, they would see these "demons" and "monstrosities" cower in terror and plead in wretched gurgles for mercy. Despite what many believe, it would seem that not all Grotesques are mindless malformed monsters.

Nymus is a Grotesque who fancies themself as a noble knight. A rather odd creature when compared to what these abominations are said to be. They are not mindless, in fact, they can speak in coherent tongues. Their speech is dripping with chivalry and honor, as they hold themself as a proud warrior and a righteous defender. Their purpose is indeed a noble one, as they are a resident of the hidden grotto of Trub, a sanctuary for Grotesques. This secret place is buried deep in the wilds, kept far from the Church's eyes and ruthless hunters. Grotesques with coherent minds and capable of movement come together here to try and fashion a sort of life for themselves. In there malformed state, it isn't easy to pretend everything is normal, but to be surrounded by others in similar situations, and in a place of peace and quiet, one can find a happier existence. However, there are plenty out there who would see this makeshift village as a nest of demons, and would like nothing more then to slaughter them all. Nymus is one who ensures this fate does not come to pass.

Though short in stature and lacking the usual appendages of a knight, Nymus is a skilled fighter with what they have. A spear-like beak is good for stabbing, along with a bony crest that can be whipped about. But their real weapon of choice is their keratin blade, which they wield with the grace of a fencer. Their strange tail is used to stab and parry, and their small size lets them strike from odd angles. Though funny enough, Nymus is not one for low blows, as a noble knight always follows the code of combat. No one is really sure why Nymus has taken on this self-imposed oath, as no other Grotesques are bound by such things. Some wonder if it is a part of their past life that has remained in the wretched forging of their corrupted rebirth, or if Nymus is attempting to show the world that the Grotesques are not mindless beasts. If it is the latter, then it may be a wasted effort, as many would not hesitate to reduce this grotto to ash and couldn't care less if an inhabitant or two has "standards." But Nymus is a good fighter, and does well to keep this little community safe, so everyone keeps these thoughts to themselves.

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"Grotesque Knight Nymus"

Golly gosh, what is happening here? Something not subtle, I will tell you what!

#monster #creature #art #drawing #bird #knight #grotesque #fall of ichor

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pixelmensupremacy · 2 years ago

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Can you do an angst, fluff one-shot where Reader knows both Krauser and Leon, her boyfriend, far back to when they were doing during Operation Javier. So during the fight against Krauser, he started saying how Leon will fail to protect reader and how he could possibly give her a good life when he’s weak during the fight, in his mind games against Leon, even hinting he will harm Reader as well. This does get to Leon emotionally so when he returns home, he starts acting off- Reader senses something is wrong when he is acting like everything is okay. So she tries her best to give him comfort and assurance.

A/N: Not going to lie I was in a crappy mood today so writing this request did help a little. Thank you for your request and I hope you like it!

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: fem!reader, angst, fluf, hurt/comfort

“You’re so naïve, thinking you can save everyone.” Ear piercing clang rang in his ears as he barely managed to parry the attack with his knife. “You know (Y/N) isn’t safe with you.” Leon’s puzzled gaze closely watched the man that used to be his major.

“Leave (Y/N) out of this!” Leon shot back, his grip on his knife tightened.

“Oh, rookie haven’t you learned anything?” With a loud thump, Leon came crashing to the cold ground with Krauser on top of him, his knife just mere inches away from Leon’s racing heart.

“Tell me” The sharp tip of the blade poked at his chest ever so slightly, reminding of its threatening presence. “Do you really think you can provide her with the life she deserves?” Krauser let out a mocking laugh before he backed away.

“One day you’ll end up alone and it will be all your fault.”

Sharp pain stung his heart. With a gasp, Leon shot up in bed; beads of sweat prickled the fair skin of his forehead, illuminating the gloomy moonshine that seeped through the blinds of the window. Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, he wasn’t surprised to see the digits have fallen on the small hours of the night; he rubbed his eyes, in a failed attempt to scrape off the image that had been imprinted in his mind, refusing to leave him at peace. His pensive, glassy irises mindlessly gazed out the window as the thoughts kept crawling back to him.

Ruffling of sheets caught his attention; glancing to his side, he was relieved to see his partner safe and sound beside him. Her half lidded (E/C) irises stared back at him, her mouth fell open as she let out a prolonged, audible yawn.

“Another nightmare?” Her gentle voice put him at ease, her delicate touch on his hand alleviated the sorrow that had made itself at home in his tormented heart. (Y/N) wasn’t indifferent to grief her partner bottled within himself from the very moment their assignment was successfully completed. It pained her to see him fighting his demons on his own- any traces of joy behind the soft cobalt blue of his eyes faded away with each passing day- yet she patiently waited for him to open up, when he was ready.

Hesitantly, Leon hummed; he forced a smile that did nothing but to further concern her. Sitting up next to him, she cupped his face, her thumbs caressed his cheeks. He leaned into her touch, immediately sensing the sedative effect she had on him; his own hands went to hold her wrists, making sure they would stay exactly there, a single tear rolled down his cheek. Her heart shattered at the dreadful look on his face; his lip quivered, his breath hitched, his eyes were sealed shut.

“It’s nothing to worry about, you should go back to sleep. You know you gotta wake up early tomorrow.” Leon tried to convince her, yet his shaky voice did little to aid the confidence in his words.

“Oh, dear.” She pulled him in her arms, to which he surrendered as he wrapped his arms around her form in a tight hug. Her fingers tangled in the mess of blond strands, whilst her other hand rubbed circles on his back in a soothing manner; his nose was buried in the crook of her neck, intentionally muffling his uncontrollable sobs. She planted a kiss atop the crown of his head all the while she gently rocked him back and forth; he was gripping on her loose shirt, his hot tears rolled down his face and landed on her shoulder akin to a gentle flow of raindrops.

“You know you can tell me anything.” (Y/N) reminded him as she kissed his temple; in response he nodded with his face still nuzzled in her shoulder. With her arms still wrapped around him, she carefully laid back in bed with his head now resting atop her chest; listening to the melody of her heartbeat, Leon felt ease weave in his tense muscles, the sound of her beating heart reminded him the love of his life was very much alive and safe right beside him. That though alone was enough to help him relax and let himself fall into peaceful slumber, lulled by the comforting song of her heart against his ear.

#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon x reader #leon x you

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the-switch-conspiracy · 1 month ago

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SVSSS AU Post Canon Time Loop. Warning: people dying a lot and gore.

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One, two. The first times came as a surprise. Between a breath and the next; dropped tea cups shattering. Their shocked eyes meeting, barely widening enough to expose blood shot whites, before the rippling wet sound of metal into viscera filled the stilling air. Like flowers, red bloomed on green, on white, soaked through black. They were but puppets falling from cut strings, their glass eyes staring accusingly at the coming dawn. Three, four. A little faster, a little more refined in our response. The first bodies to fall crushing the delicate stalks of grass beneath them, were not their own. Their attackers staining the visage with their rot. An ever growing expansion with no end in sight. A shining sword glare pierces through bone. Movement to his left, his companion falling lit my the gentle morning glow, before a blinding pain to his eye. Then black. Five, Six. Curls blowing in the wind as demonic Qi rose, several demons cut down. Zheng Yang singing as it dispatched three, four attackers in a row. The edge of the blade shining red in the harsh midday light, his robes twirling around his body with each nimble twist. He turns his back towards the sight, hope forming in his heart. An arrow shot towards his eye blocked, a sword glare cast, slicing head from body. In an instant comes a familiar sound, his husband's voice releasing a death knell of a gasp. Before him; a white lotus painted red, the delicate mist raining from a still beating heart. Twelve, Thirteen. It all started a few day’s earlier, at the reminder of a certain upcoming plot point. The mating migration of the Silk-Winged Butterfly-Hawk, a once in a century event wherein the said birds left the hidden realm the predominately resided in to dance above the great Eastern Lotus Lakes.

- He dodges a strike to his side, his back hitting his husband’s. One by one they slaughter those circling them. A hand seal summoning a thousand lotus petals to rip through flesh, peppering strangely corroding skin. The moons soft glow beamed down on them, their hands slickening with heat and silver reflecting blood-

A hint to his husband later and they were packed and ready for their trip. Sure they could have had Mobei-Jun teleport them there, but it was about the journey AND the Silver-Winged Butterfly-Hawk mating migration destination! It was to be a leisurely bit of travel, he and his husband, stopping just a few times along the way. So imagine his surprise when he came across his favourite Shidi just two days into their trip!

- The beats of thousands of wings taking off, hundreds of birds scattering to the sky. Brilliant white robes flaring against the waters' glare. Cheng Luan glowing silver, fuelled by it’s user’s potent spiritual energy struck out in a shining ripple. His strikes flow like a wave, his form strong and ceaseless under the barrage that assailed him. The War God and his Soaring Phoenix -

His dedicated Shidi had been travelling in the area as part of a mission for the sect. There had been sightings of strange phenomena, and stranger creatures appearing in the area surrounding the Lotus Lakes. While Liu Shidi hadn’t seen anything of the sort himself, he was concerned about their safety. Or well specifically his Shixiong’s, although Shen Qingqiu did have a plan to change that. Well, the outline of a plan, more of a partial kind of well… it was a work in progress! So, this information was perfect! If there was indeed issues in the area it would be remiss of Shen Qingqiu to not survey the area himself as an immortal cultivator, and he couldn’t just leave Binghe, plus his Shidi was already on it so joining them would be no problem! Perfect.

-Liu Qingge parry's a strike, his sword burying itself to the hilt. The wound festers red and black around the blade, the skin pulsating as it seemingly climbed up its’ surface. Trying to tug the blade free was fruitless, as if it was being consumed by the deforming mass beneath him. He swings both the blade and the body stuck to it to block the blow from his front. He can't block the blow that impales his side, nor could he stop the blow to his throat. Thrown from his feet he lands in the lake, sinking beneath the silver water. Bubbles form as his body thrashes in his death throes. White stained red, petals crushed beneath his submerging form. The stain spreads; the bubbles stop.-

It’s fun travelling with them both, yes his husband and Liu Qingge fight like cats and dogs, but on Binghe’s side he practically playing! It’s enrichment!

“Shen Qingqiu, control your husband!” The red flush spreading across his Shidi’s face was rather fetching, he could see why his husband liked causing it… and well, it’s not bullying if his Shidi likes it. The satisfaction points speak for themselves! Though admittedly they are much, much higher when he’s the one teasing his Shidi, a gain however is a gain!

“Liu Shishu just can’t handle losing to this one, maybe Shizun should kiss his wounds as a consolation prize~” A teasing sneer spreads across Binghe’s face as he gloats, a sneaky little glance towards this husband follows. Ah Binghe, you’re coming across too strong! We talked about this, be more gentle! Treat him like a skittish cat!

“Ah Shidi, Binghe’s only teasing.” He raises his fan to cover his face, coyly glancing at his Shidi from behind it, “After all, I’ll only kiss your wounds if you win.”

“Y-You- Shameless!” Yes, he did so love the time they spend together.

-Time after time, one after the other, the grief never fades. The deaths will haunt his mind forever, a permanent scar across his psyche. Will he ever be able to close his eyes without seeing Qingge cut down? His husband gasping for air? His own limbs severed? Yet the hoard encroaches. A never ending onslaught.

"Husband! Behi-" Pain tearing through his spine, an arc of gore glowing in the moonshine. Red blood, black blood. It doesn’t end.

3̵̨̲̰͉̤͓͓̜̯͉͈̕̕͜͜0̶̧̛̝̭͈̤͕͇͙̩̠%̷̞̦̈́̄͆̓̕ Thirty four, Thirty FiVe. His lungs were screaming. Every block, and lunge, and slash, and parry exhausting him to the bone. All he could taste was rust and ash, Qingge fell silently a breath, an incense stick, a shi chen, ago. His body a shield again this master's blunder. He can barely lift his sword, his meridians felt almost burnt from the power cloying the air. A sickeningly wet squelch, Binghe's roar faltering to a whimper as his body hits the rocks. Another demon down, or a cultivator? Bodies falling, falling. He can’t, he can’t. Two red moons fill the sky, water fills his lungs. [User seems to be struggling with this Mission! >_< Poor showing from host! Well User can always retry!! 500 B-points!] [Y/N] [Y]

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FiFty SeveN. He's drowning in blood. Was it Binghe's arm he was holding? It must be, Shidi was dragging him. Somewhere. Hmmm, the shouting is getting closer, and Qingge's breaths sounded quite wet! Ah! He's coughing! Well better out than in, Shidi, ah it's... Dripping. Here, Shixiong will wipe it away... Why... Tears? Ah Shidi looks so!! So!!! If this master wasn't married! Ah Wait we...Well maybe Binghe will... Here Shidi hold on to Binghe for this one a moment. Why are you giving me that look? Ah you're crushing me! For someone so lithe looking you're really quite heavy! Ah, it's quite- Shidi... Liu shidi.. you... Please keep coughing please you're too quiet. Please I can’t... It's tOo quiEt it’s toO [User seems to be running low on B-points. User has 427 B-points remaining! Luckily User 0002 can use his VIP to reduce the cost to 400 B-points for the next attempt!!] [Y/N] [Y] FIFTY EIGHT. Not just demons, not just cultivators. No, of course not. It was him. His fault. Who else could it be? Only he had the power, only he had the will. Only he had the golden finger, the halo, the fucking audacity! But there was something wrong. Glowing red eyes, skin twitching, shifting, like textures not loading in. His voice crackling, modulated.

"Ah S̸͕̑ḫ̴̅ĭ̶̟z̶̡̏u̵͇͂n̵͓͝~ you thought that s̸͍͠e̴͋ͅà̸̗l̵̰͠i̷͓͝n̵͎͑g̵̜̉ this world from me would be so simple? There is nowhere you could run, no world you could jump to, that I would be u̵͚͊n̷̜͆ä̶̢́b̸̞̊ḻ̷͌ě̷̤ to follow. So please, just submit, this Junshang will treat you well."

“go… fuck… yourself..” Spitting words like spitting blood, the ringing of bells…. No… sirens blaring in the skies.

The monster’s ribs cracked and spasms, a twisted knot of glossy black bone and gently pulsating red wires. An artificial monstrosity. What had he done to himself, to gain access to this world? Qingge sprawled in a heap, a black puddle spreading beneath him, Xin Mo sheathed like a grave marker in his back. His husband split throat to navel, his body failing to knit itself back together, strangled gurgles bubbling in his throat. A hoard of demons, no… cultivators? They surround him in twitching, glitching, grinning masses. Their distorted faces all corrupted copies of his own. This time its his own blade that takes his life. The howling, glitching screams of rage following him into the dark.

“Y̷̯͛o̸͇͆ǔ̷ͅ'̴̗̐l̵̦̓l̷͍͠ ̵̜̂b̷͙́e̷̟̊ ̴̱͆m̵͚̈́í̵̲ǹ̷̻e̵̛͚ S̷̝͠h̴̭̔e̵̺͝n̶̆͜ ̵̳̏Ỳ̴̻ü̷͇a̷̤̔n̴͈̅!̴̼̐”

7̸̝̓3̷̬́%̵̧͊ [User 0002 is out of B-Points! It appears you have failed! (>U-U)> But! This generous system is willing to offer User 0002 a super! limited! one! time! offer if User is willing!] [Y/N] [Why]

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[Because User 0002 transformed a stupid work into a magnificent, high quality, first-rate classic! It would be a shame for so much work to be unmade due to… external meddling!] [And the cost] [^-^ Will User 0002 not pay any price? This SYSTEM is offering User the chance to escape this fate! Protagonist Luo and Second Male Lead Liu will be alive! The best ending could be in your grasp!! After all “You can you up, no can no bb!” ] [Y/N]

8̷͙͊1̴͉̈%̴̘́

[Y]

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[User 0002 has made the right choice! This SYSTEM can’t wait to work closely with User Shen! <(^3^)>] {Loading World State: 10….........33..............68.............99.........100%} {Creating Mind Space 100%. Building Temporal Archives 100%. Allocating User Permission. . . Complete}

{Clearing WORLD CORRUPTION FILE DATA: E̸̹̋Ṟ̵̅R̵͉͊O̵̳͘R̵̭̿} {Activating ARCHIVIST Protocol...}

F̷̥̀ï̸̮l̸̘̋ḙ̵́ ̶̘͊R̶̲͘e̵̯̋c̸͈̅a̸̡̍ĺ̶̤l̷̪͂ ̴̧̀C̷̤̑ȏ̵͇r̶͎͋ȑ̷͎u̵̳̔p̷̧͑t̵̤͝e̸̡͛d̸̨̽

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#svsss #svsss au #bingqiu #bingliushen #time loop #angst #Inspired partially by system possession Au's like @artsarasp 's #And @unfrtune 's material system au #Well #for the unwritten what comes after #Vague idea about shen yuan going back to the start #he has partial recollection of what happened #but he doesn'r remember bingqiu and his marriage #the twist with him being sent back is that hes partially interfaced with his system #becoming what the system considers a world archivist #he has a mind palace thats physical and he can enter or access from anywhere #and he needs to fill it with information on the world #his relationships to others and between others #etc #but do you know who does have a much better rememberance of what happened? Liu Qingge! But it only comes back after the caves/being saved #so for a good portion of this second time around its liushen because shen yuan does remember liu qingge and his feelings #and they work together to save the world #that isnt the world because that was corrupted and this is like a safe boot ergo why he needs to archive to make it real? idk #oh yeah and bingge is hella corrupted and out to malware their sandbox #SVSSS World Corruption AU

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ariseur · 8 months ago

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your take on dante with an assassin reader? could be fic or headcanon and any genre (pref. fluff)

“well, long time no see, huh?”

you groaned at dante’s voice, tucking your sniper rifle back into its holster on your back. stepping over the rubble and now deteriorating bodies of hell antenoras and riots that laid on the debris, you managed a weary chuckle, “yeah yeah, well. you owe me right now that i just saved your ass.”

he lazily grinned at you before he turned his head at the sound of a few hell caina approaching. wielding his sword, he charged right into the group while you got your own close range weapon out and attacked the demons behind him.

tiring, yes— but everything’s tiring with dante. as you evaded one of the caina’s swings, you began again, “and the last job. and the one before that.. and the other one before that.. and—“

“okay! yeah, i get it! i owe you!” he blurted out, clearly gritting his teeth as he finally killed most of them with just one combo.

you laughed as you watched him shoot the remaining one with ivory, the bullet ringing out into the desolate air as you finally finished your own battles.

..and then the real cherry on top was the herd of antenora heading straight for you.

“great, another pain in the ass to worry about.” you said, earning a little, “hey—!” from dante.

as if the multitude of demons weren’t approaching you right now with super sharp axes, dante turned to you and inched closer as he gave you a breathy laugh.

“so, how should i repay that favor, sweetheart?”

“maybe take out those demons for me?” you gave a cheeky grin as you slipped out of his advancements and jogged away into the dingy alleyways, watching as he rolled his eyes and immediately blocked the axe with devil sword dante.

“i guess i have some— time!” that last part came out a little rushed as he evaded one of the blades that came rushing at his head. you chuckled behind your hand with your other one rested on your hip.

looking behind you just to make sure no demons were on their way to make you their next victim, you turned back to dante and gave him a two finger salute. “come on ‘son of sparda’! catch up with me later!” and with that, you ran off into the darkness of the alleyway, footsteps getting further and further.

dante snickered amusedly with a shake of his head as he parried the axe. “a real handful.” he muttered.

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry fanfiction #x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante dmc x reader #dmc dante x reader #dante sparda #dante sparda blurb #dante x reader #devil may cry headcanons #dmc #ODOTTIE *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*#kiss kiss

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sareisnot · 10 months ago

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Lord Gwyn: The Perfect Anticlimax

"Dark Souls is a hard game"

To anyone who's even a little bit familiar with the franchise, this is an obnoxiously obvious statement. The game has held the title of THE "hard game" for so long, that not only has the statement "X is the Dark Souls of Y" become a cliche, but so has every subsequent mocking subversion of that comparison. To even acknowledge its obviousness, as I did, is territory so well-worn, that I'm at risk of falling through, into the hackneyed void. But it's still worth mentioning. It's a well-earned reputation. Not only is Dark Souls, on a purely technical level, difficult to beat, but its entire identity is based around its difficulty, if the name of the "Prepare to Die" edition is any indication. Its world is a punishing one, seeking to beat the player character down at every single opportunity, until they can't stand to move another step forward, lest they get thwacked by a swinging axe, skewered by a demon, swept off a cliff, or obliterated by a dragon with teeth where its torso should be. It's a game that crushes you down, intending to make very clear just how easy your character can die, and, importantly, just how unimportant your death will be. To these bosses, these titans, these near-gods, you are nothing but an annoyance. Many of these fights feel like climactic struggles against an ancient, near-unbeatable foe, who existed long before you were born, and has a pretty solid chance of existing after you've expired. When you enter the arena of Ornstein and Smough, the music swells, and the two knights flex the skills that they're going to use to kill you over and over again. Many of the game's bosses, try to tap into that sense of scale, of importance, of grandiosity, each of their respective battles feeling like they could easily be the final one.

Then, after a long struggle, you make it to the end.

The game's final boss is Gwyn, a towering figure who's been hinted at throughout the game, through dialogue and item descriptions. Even if you didn't pay much attention to the little pieces of lore that the game hands you, you're able to put together that he's a pretty important guy: the mighty Lord of Cinder. The buildup to his fight hints at an even larger presence than the other bosses. You travel beneath Firelink Shrine, your home base for most of the game, where you find a massive expanse of land, cold and dark, a mysterious coliseum-like structure looming in the distance, which is impossibly large, even so far away. As you get closer, ghosts of old knights appear to attack you. They are easily dispatched, but still a shock. The structure towers over you, emphasizing just how much space is needed to house this mythologically strong figure, and the power that he holds. You enter, and find…….a hollowed old man. He's slightly taller than you, dressed in robes, and wielding a flaming greatsword, but he's nowhere near the scale of other bosses. However, he rushes at you all the same. When you begin the duel, it feels different from the others. There is no dramatic, sweeping music. All you get is a somber piano, like something that would play during a funeral, rather than a climactic duel. It feels like Gwyn's theme is actively pitying him. Granted, it's appropriate for the fight. All Gwyn can do is swing is flaming blade, which you can avoid with ease. There's been some easier bosses, but at least they didn't feel like they WANTED to die. Besides, this isn't the fragile Moonlight Butterfly, or the starting Asylum Demon, this is the final boss! He should be challenging you! Putting all the skills you've learned to the test! He's a fucking King! Why isn't he stronger? Fighting Gwyn after you've fought everyone else feels like walking into the home of an old, dilapidated hoarder, and kicking him while he's down. If you've been practicing your parrying, its like doing the same, except with cleats. He just seems………tired. As pathetically destitute as you were at the start. He might as well just keel over when you walk in the door. You beat him, naturally, and then the game just kinda….ends. If you got the ending I did, you just exit the area, look at all the nice snake friends you just made, and then roll credits. For all the work you've put into getting here, and all the struggles you've had to overcome, it feels like a severe anticlimax, like the game is playing a prank on you.

But if you know anything about the setting of Dark Souls, you'd know that there's really no other way this could end.

"The world of Dark Souls is dying"

This is a phrase that, while not as oft repeated as the above, is also pretty common knowledge at this point. Lodran, the game's setting, is a desolate place, long past its glory years. Once a powerful kingdom, teeming with life and magic, it is now in ruin, every citizen either dead, hollowed, or left to survive amongst the numerous deadly creatures that now roam the land. Everyone who's still around at the start of the game is either destined for misery, or already there (Unless you're Andre. He seems to be doing pretty well, all things considered). Somewhere around the time Lordran has reached the end of its life cycle, is when the player character enters the story, albeit with a rather unenviable role. Your job is to essentially be the world's janitor, cleaning out the world's former main characters, most of whom are insane, and all of whom are well past their useful days (or, if you have the DLC, you get to see Artorias right as he passes this point). Unfortunately, most of them would like to keep being alive, so they're going to make that difficult for you, by turning you into red mist until you stop trying to kill them. Even the grandiose presentation some of them have can't entirely hide the fact that this is a rather sad state of affairs for everyone, especially for those who haven't really done anything wrong (I nearly cried at having to kill Sif, and I will never fight Priscilla). Fortunately, some of these bastards contributed to the world's current bleakness, so killing them provides at least a twinge of catharsis, albeit one that will certainly be gone by the time you move onto the next bastard. The goal of this whole clean-up process, is to prepare the world to either continue with the age of fire with you as the catalyst, hopefully without those brutes who were clogging the power vacuums, or plunge the world into a new age of darkness, now that it has been cleansed of its polluting influences.

The only mean to either of these ends, is to kill Gwyn, the Lord of Cinder, former ruler of Lordran, and one of the primary reasons that this world is such a goddamn mess. To sum up his actions without getting too deep into the lore's intricacies; Gwyn knew that his kingdom was destined to fall, due to the world's oncoming transition from the age of fire into the age of shadow. This transition was represented by the dwindling light of the first flame, the lifeblood of the kingdom. After utterly failing to rekindle it, Gwyn entered a final gambit to prolong the life of his empire, linking himself with the first flame, but burning himself, and many of his knights, away in the process. This left him as a hollow, doomed to languish in his kiln, until another unfortunate soul took his place, linking the flame to further prolong the changeover. In doing this, Gwyn went against the natural laws of his world, which didn't react well to having its transitionary cycle interrupted. The world fell into a sharp decline, becoming a desolate, unhappy place, festering with demons and monsters (many of whom were the result of the last time someone tried to rekindle the first flame), making life hell for anyone unlucky enough to still be around afterwards. Gwyn wanted to prolong the inevitable, prevent the death of his kingdom, and continue its prosperity, so he sacrificed everything. His realm has persisted, but in a state of undeath, having stuck around long past its natural expiration date, just like him. Gwyn's story can be properly summarized as what happens when someone is psychotically obsessed with preserving their power, even when that preservation only serves to make the world a substantially worse place. Gwyn, in his hollow state, is a symbol of Lordran's persistent deterioration.

None of this information is directly handed to the player. Some bits are alluded to through snippets of dialogue and item descriptions, and the opening cutscene depicts one of the major inciting events of the narrative, but for the most part, it's a sprawling, multi-phased story, that is dolled out non-linearly, and piecemeal.

Now, with that context, let's cast a new lens on that fight…

After delving underneath Firelink Shrine for the final time, you come upon a desolate landscape, the Kiln of the First Flame looming in the distance. It's clearly well past its glory days, looking decrepit and sad. It is home of the world's lifeblood, but in name only. Now, it holds the last remnant of an age long past. As you approach, the spirits of old knights come to attack you, but they aren't much of a challenge, being just shadows of their former selves. They're victims, really; their loyalty has bound them to a sorry task, but they're in the way, and they weren't really living much of a life anyway. When you get closer to the kiln, it feels impossibly large, but also cold, and surprisingly dark, for something that's supposed to house an eternal flame. When you can see more details, it becomes clear just how long it's been falling into ruin. It feels abandoned, but you know its not. After all, you're here to end the life of its only resident. You enter, and find…. Lord Gwyn, a king who destroyed himself and cast the world into ruin, just to hold on to a formerly prosperous time. Lord Gwyn, whose refusal to let the fire die is the reason why you had to struggle through this entire journey. Lord Gwyn, whose death will mark the end of a era, no matter what you do afterwards. He charges at you, barely even conscious anymore, having been locked in this tomb for unknowable amounts of time. But he can't really fight you, at least not well. His strength isn't nearly what it used to be, now that he's a hollow, tired and worn-down, just like you were at the start. He's a pitiable figure, and the music knows. That sorrowful piano fades in, almost like something that would play at a funeral. But this isn't a funeral. This is a mercy killing. Spiritually, Gwyn died a long time ago. You're just putting his body to rest. When he's finally dispatched, it feels like an anticlimax. But of course it is. Gwyn is the embodiment of the world you've spent so much time exploring. Lordran has been denied a proper climax for so long, because he extended the story long past where it should have ended. He's been waiting to be killed for ages now. It feels only right that Gwyn be an easy, anticlimactic boss, because how could such a destitute figure be anything else?

"Dark Souls is a hard game for a reason"

The above statement is a simplified summation of why Dark Souls is one of my favorite games that I’ve ever played. It's set in a dying, hostile world, that's been brought to ruin by the violation of its natural laws. Thus, the game is insistent on making the player struggle at every turn, to make them feel just as downtrodden as the world they explore. Lord Gwyn is a example of just how thoroughly holding onto power can corrupt someone, leaving them as a husk, the scraps of their former glory existing only the in the memory of the people who are still forced to cope with the consequences of their selfish actions. Thus, his boss fight is an intentionally easy anticlimax, to emphasize just how far he's fallen, to the point that he can't even put up a good point. It's the themes of his character, perfectly melding with the gameplay. It's a perfect encapsulation of the game's best quality, how the experience of playing the game, reflects the themes and tone of its story. The reasons why the fight with Gwyn is the perfect anticlimax, and why Dark Souls is a near-perfect game, are one and the same.

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He was soft faced…

Eyes a gentle teal, skin like porcelain. Delicate and demure like a doll, almost feminine at first glance. Tokito.

When you first heard you’d be training with the Mist Hashira, you honestly weren’t worried. You felt no concern, figuring (naïvely) that he always carried the same attitude, and as such…would he not be tender with you?

What you didn’t expect was how his personality could do such a 180, that when he was a teacher, he wasn’t really Tokito anymore.

“In a real battle, you won’t just be getting bruises. You’ll be getting sliced and torn apart. You won’t just be aching the next day. You’ll be dead.”

His stern tone, so different from what you were used to, echoed in the training room, all ten of you standing to attention as he paced back and forth.

“At this rate, anyway. From what I can see, not one of you is prepared for a real fight.”

You were standing furthest at the end of all the others. Your stance was tense, and your head was low. You found it a little hard even just to look up at him whenever he passed by, as if meeting his gaze would somehow double down on your nerves.

“All of you, need improvement…”

His black-socked feet padded down the extent of the room until they had reached your position, and he stood before you, giving you a full view of just how that once sweet, sparkling gaze had shifted. Now it looked coldly focused.

“That includes you, [Y/N].”

The training session proceeded. Just as you now expected, he was ruthless with every contender. Each harsh smack of his wooden sword against flesh was enough to make you flinch, and as he worked his way down the line, picking out each person to spar, your sense of dread grew and grew.

He actually made some of them cry. You worried you’d do the same, and he’d think of you as a weakling from then on. Though perhaps it was fair to say he already did…

“[Y/N]. Your turn.”

Slowly raising your head, you met that chilly gaze again and swallowed nervously, before nodding and walking forward with stiff limbs. You positioned yourself before him, holding your own weapon before you, unable to hide how nervous you were.

He saw it. He saw the way you were quivering, trembling, but still, made no comment. He only signaled for the fight to begin.

The two of you circled around each other warily, staring at one another, though compared to his more serene, confident expression, you must have looked like some frazzled little field mouse.

I have to prove myself!

A little too hastily, you attempted to strike him. However, with a sharp CLACK! he easily parried, then prepared his counter attack. The wooden sword cut through the air towards you with such smoothness it almost seemed like a real blade, and you squinted, freezing in place, bracing yourself for the pain that was surely coming-

…Yet it was only a gust.

A small puff of air, as Tokito deliberately stopped the sword from touching your neck mere millimeters away. Had he not, you’d have been sent crumbling to the ground.

Shaking, a bit bewildered, you opened your eyes and looked at him again. He may have stopped himself from hitting you, but that didn’t change how stern he still looked now.

“So. [Y/N]. What do you think of your own performance?”

The rhetorical question he posed had you utterly on edge. You knew what the answer was. ‘Poor’. You already knew, it hadn’t been good enough.

It hadn’t been good enough…

“Disappointing, overall. Tomorrow we’re going to have to up the ante I guess.” Tokito uttered in disappointment, and dismissed the group. Only, as you were filing out after the others, also about to leave, he put his arm out and stopped you.

“Not you, [Y/N].” he said, waving you back a few steps, “You and I need to do some extra training.”

Looking over at him sheepishly, a part of you wanted to plead with him not to do this. You could train on your own time, right? You’d had enough humiliation for one day.

However, he wasn’t having it. And as you were guided to the center of the room, you soon had one of the swords thrust into your grip again, Tokito looking across at you expectantly.

“Now. We’re going to spar until you get this right.”

This time around, you didn’t try going for him first. That hadn’t worked out so well previously, after all. But he still came at you with a quick attack and you, again, couldn’t avoid it in time. Moments before the sword hit you though, you swore you saw a flash of worry in his eyes. But it was snuffed out as quickly as you were smacked, and you doubled over with pain, clutching your left side.

“...I know it hurts, [Y/N].” he uttered, “But it’s going to hurt far worse when it’s an actual weapon.”

“I-I know–” you grunted, a little tearfully, but pulled yourself together as best as you could and straightened up again.

Every time you did this, every time you tried to face him head on, bravely, he would counter with a strike that left another welt or bruise on your body. Finally, it got to the point where he’d left you too winded to stand properly, and his frustration finally showed, his teeth grit as he tossed his sword aside and stepped right up to you.

“[Y/N]! Why even bother with Hashira training if you’re never going to get it right! It’s like you’re not listening to any of the advice I give you!”

You had still been doubled over, holding yourself while he snapped at you. But you slowly, a little wearily, raised your head and looked up at him, sniffing. Tears that you had been fighting hard to bite back earlier were now lingering around the edges of your eyes.

Tokito was startled. His stony, disgruntled expression wobbled into something more emotionally raw. The worry was back, and he was finding it hard to hide too.

“I’m sorry…I know I’m weak, and I’m useless. I know I should have never signed up for this! It’s just…” you winced, and gripped your side a little tighter, “...Demons killed my sister. If I can’t avenge her then there’s no point for me to keep on living…”

Hot, salty trickles streamed down your cheeks as you let out a little sob, shaking your head, “I don’t want to give up but…I know I…I know I can’t do this!”

There was a moment of tense silence between you two, a pregnant pause during which you were too afraid to look at him, too afraid to see that cold expression again. Yet, when you finally braved it, you were shocked by what you saw.

He was looking at you sadly. Guiltily. His visage was soft and tender once more, his ocean eyes wide and glimmering like they were on the verge of crying too.

And he finally spoke.

“[Y/N]...do you know why I’m trying so hard with you? Why I’m pushing you this much, why I’m being so serious about it?”

Gazing up at him, a little lost, you shook your head slowly and quietly. In return, his lips broke into a gentle smile, and his slender hand met your shoulder with a soft, comforting touch.

“It’s because I know how much that means to you. I know you don’t want to give up. For your sister’s sake…”

To your surprise, his hand slid up to your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently brushing away the tears upon it.

“But…you should also do it for your own sake. Prove it to yourself. You aren’t as weak as you think you are.”

As his hand smoothly pulled back again, it graced a few strands of your hair, tugging them gently and letting them slip between his fingers smoothly. You felt a heat in your cheeks, a tiny flush spreading there, covering the red marks and bruises that had been left.

“Do you…really think that?”

You asked him innocently. He smiled warmly.

“Yes, [Y/N]. I do.”

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xaeoism · 1 year ago

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Muichiro and you finally make up Part 1 Part 2

To note : This upper moon is not any of the upper moons that are currently in the show right now. I merely made one up on a whim and I apologize if this is a little disappointing. I would also like to apologize if this was too long hahah.

The two of you dashed through the woods, trying to get to the location as fast as possible before anyone else gets killed. During the whole journey, muichiro kept trying to apologize.

"Hey, I wanted to say sorry, for everything, really.", he slightly shouted whilst running.

You don't respond and you weren't planning to. Perhaps you were just afraid that you might say something you didn't intend to but you ultimately decided to blame it on the fact that you didn't want to bite onto your own tongue instead.

"I'm sorry, really sorry."

There he goes again. Is that all he ever does? Spew out apologies like a broken recorder?

"Would you just shut it? God, your voice is starting to tick me off.", you finally replied, exasperated by his stubbornness to earn your forgiveness.

He keeps quiet before opening his mouth again.

"...Sorry."

Tsk. Could he stop that annoying habit?

"Stop apologizing or I won't even think about listening to you anymore.", you said as you ran faster, leaving him behind.

The two of you made it to the assigned village within an hour. Immediately, the smell of iron flooded your senses, causing you to cringe. You may have been too late to save some people but you refuse to let anyone else get injured.

"This way", muichiro said, as he rushed towards the west of the village. You followed behind him quietly.

It didn't take a lot of effort to find the demon. Or rather, it didn't put any effort in to hide itself. It was blatantly squatting there, tearing a human apart. The deafening crunch of human bones made you close your eyes in disgust.

Muichiro wasted no time, quickly unsheathing his sword to get an attack in on the demon before it could do so first. However, before his sword came into contact with the demon's neck, it vanished.

You instinctively jumped back, sensing something behind you.

The demon could be seen standing at where you once were, it's hand sticking out to where your neck was a few seconds ago.

You shuddered, had you not been any quicker to jump away, you may have just died right there.

You were just about to unsheathe your own weapon when you felt something warm trickling down your neck. You touched it and looked at the dark red liquid smeared on your hand.

You didn't feel any contact but yet you still got injured? How fast was this demon exactly?

Now that it was facing towards you, you could finally make out it's features. The demon was wearing a kimono that perfectly hugged it's petite figure and in it's right hand was a crystallized parasol. Before you could assess it even more, she looked up and scowled at you with such ferocity that it made your hairs stand on end.

Upper Five, huh.

You drew your weapon. It wasn't a normal sword like muichiro's, but a rapier instead.

When you first started training, you were able to use a normal sword as well. As time passed however, you found that having a rapier as a weapon suited you and your breathing style better. Like Shinobu, you also used wisteria poison to help fasten your killing process since trying to cut off the demon's head may take a few slashes from your weapon to effectively do so.

You gripped onto your rapier tightly, running towards the demon, and in one swift moment, you thrusted your sword straight at her neck, only for your attack to be parried by her parasol.

She swung the parasol, causing numerous crystallized shards to cover a large area of the ground. You jumped away, sustaining a few cuts on your arms and legs in the process.

Suddenly, she appeared under you in an instant, parasol closed and ready to pierce through whatever was in its way. You quickly bent backwards, the tip of the parasol scraping pass your chin. Muichiro was positioned behind her, ready to lop her head off before she disappeared once more.

"You're so annoying, can't you just stay still?", you grumbled in frustration as you wiped off the blood from your latest injury.

Muichiro looked at you in concern, some parts of your uniform were starting to turn darker from the injuries you received.

"Hey, are you alright? I'll protect you.", he said gently as he stood in front of you.

"Thanks, Muichiro, but do you think that I'm so weak as to need your protection?", you spoke, eyes boring holes into the back of his head.

"Just focus on protecting yourself.", you said as you pushed him aside.

The demon said nothing, only eyeing the two of you as if choosing who she should attack next. As if on cue, she launched at muichiro, who wasn't on guard at that time and landed a hit on his leg. You watched in shock as the demon's parasol pierced through his flesh. He yelled in pain and swung his sword down at the demon, severing the arm carrying the parasol.

You sprung into action, gathering your thoughts as you hit the demon with a flurry of quick thrusts, tearing tendons in their arms and legs before finishing with a shot to their neck. This time, it successfully went through the demons neck. You held your weapon tightly, anxiously waiting for your poison to take effect. As each second passed you grew more paranoid.

Your poison was not... working?

You immediately tried pulling your weapon out from its neck after coming to that realization. However, it was as if the demon already knew what you were planning to do next and quickly tried to merge with your sword still stuck in her neck. Your hand was still gripping onto the handle of your weapon, trying to tug it out despite it proving to be ineffective a few seconds ago. You watched in terror as the demon's left hand curled up to form a fist and before you knew it, pain bloomed from your stomach as you crashed onto a tree trunk.

The pain in your back was excruciating. You definitely broke many bones from the impact, you thought to yourself as you coughed up large amounts of blood. Your vision was blurry and your ears rang. You looked up to see the demon walk towards you. Every cell in your body was telling you to move, run, to do something rather than just lying on the trunk awaiting your demise. You tried to move but hissed in pain when you tried turning your torso.

The demon was now in front of you. Her arm had regenerated and another parasol grew from her palm. She aimed the tip at your head, preparing to deliver the final blow as you brought your hands up to form a pathetic defense.

However, the final blow never came.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw drops of blood fall onto your clothes. You turned your head up and gasped in horror. There was muichiro, standing in front of you, with the crystallized tip of the parasol stabbing through his stomach.

The demon twisted the parasol before pulling out and muichiro's limp body fell on you. You held his body close, eyes still wide open from what had occurred.

"Muichiro..? Mui- Wake up!", you pleaded as you tried to apply pressure onto his wound with your trembling hands.

Suddenly, you heard something drop. You followed the sound, and saw an eyeball. Then, another eyeball fell. You glanced at the demon, only to be met with the sight of her kneeling down, desperately trying to hold her face together with her hands. You wondered what was happening before something clicked in your head.

Your poison. It was working now.

Adrenaline took over all your senses, your heartbeat and breathing increasing rapidly as you quickly crawled over to grab muichiro's sword that was left at the side when he fell limp. You ignored the searing pain in your stomach and stumbled over to the demon.

Her skin was now melting from her face and it doesn't seem to be getting better for the demon anytime soon. You hold the sword at her neck, your hand visibly shaking due to the adrenaline rush. You pushed the sword through her neck, cutting through it in one clean swipe. Her head fell, turning into ashes before it even made contact with the ground. Her body laid on the ground lifelessly, slowly turning into ashes as well.

You collapsed a few seconds later, your legs finally giving out as the adrenaline began to settle down. You made your way back to muichiro's unconscious body.

"Mui..? Mui, why did you stand in front of me? Why couldn't you just protect yourself instead?", you asked teary-eyed as you cradled him, gently caressing and brushing stray hairs away from his face.

"Oh mui, please be alright... Please, I don't want to lose you..", you mumbled softly before closing your eyes and falling into a deep slumber.

Sunlight filtered into your room through the small cracks between the blinds, causing you to stir from your sleep. You looked at your surroundings groggily, trying to figure out where you were before coming to the conclusion that you were at the Butterfly Mansion.

How long had you been out for? And most importantly, how was muichiro doing?

You thought about paying him a visit before your eyes landed upon your hand intertwined with someone else's. You stared at your hand, before looking at the other hand connected with yours. You turned your head around and saw muichiro lying behind you, sleeping peacefully. Your eyes widened in surprise as you turned in the bed to face him properly. Your hand reached out, gently caressing his face.

"Should I maybe be unconscious more often?", muichiro spoke with a soft laugh as his eyelids fluttered open.

"Muichiro! Why are you even here- Aren't your injuries much worse than mine?", you replied quickly, a little embarrassed that he caught you in the act.

"I woke up a few days ago but you hadn't yet, so I decided to come here to wait for you.", he said.

"You shouldn't have recklessly taken that hit. You could've died if it pierced through your vital organs!", you said with a frown as you felt yourself getting angry again.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't bear seeing you get anymore injured than you were.", he said, voice trailing off weakly as he looked away from you.

You kept quiet, unsure of how to respond to his sincere apology.

"Will you forgive me..?", he asked meekly as he looked back at you.

You pondered for a moment before sighing.

"I will, if you promise to not do something so brash ever again."

Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up.

"Would you.. consider being my lover again?", he asked hesitantly, holding his breath as he waited anxiously for your answer.

"I.. believe my heart had already started beating for you once more when you protected me from that fatal attack.", you replied, looking up at him with a small smile.

He smiled in absolute joy as he hugged you close to him.

"I missed you so much.", he said, happiness evident in his tone.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his back , returning the affection he was giving you.

"I.. missed you too."

I sincerely hope that you enjoyed this last part! Personally, I believe that this post is not on par as compared to the previous two but I still hope that some parts of this post made up for it.

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girlballs · 5 months ago

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wait i just realized. in spite of my recent posting about invasions and co-op balance and difficulty, lesser beast is not going to be Hard for the sake of Being Hard, like. just wanna make that clear that it's not gonna be targeted at like the annoying shitheads who thought sekiro having an easier mode would be a grave offense to the sanctity of gaming as an art form

the goal for stuff that's required to beat the game will generally be like. i'll trust the player to seek out and utilize things that lessen the difficulty if they think they need it (specific boss weaknesses, alternate playstyles with more room for error, things that can directly increase your effective power beyond the "intended" progression) or to challenge themselves More if they feel like their own skill is a little above the current challenge level (think like, the Demon Bell from Sekiro or Covenant of Champions from DS2 for some overt examples), whereas completely optional stuff will be generally tougher and might lean more heavily towards specific ways of engaging with it (e.g. bosses that Expect you to parry & deflect, and heavily punish dodge-focused and ranged builds)

also respeccing is gonna be cheap and accessible so you can't as easily like fuck yourself over early with a weird build you don't like, or if you want to see if a different build might help (or hinder!) you for a specific boss/area/etc

#lesser beast

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spectrechosts · 2 months ago

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Better Off Alone - Chapter 9

Lunaeris takes a gamble, fate finally on her side.

This is the final chapter of the arc, and also long as hell. Did you know you can get the entire story as an ePub on my Itch? You can. I actually need to remake the ePub now because I've made edits while reuploading. Hopefully I remember to do that before this posts or I'll look very silly.

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Lunaeris could barely lift the sword, massive as it was. If this possibility had occurred to her she would have made a rapier, or a dagger, or something else suited for pathetic little wizard arms.

Instead she was stuck with a sword taller than her that she could barely hold off the ground, let alone swing.

"Lunaeris! What are you doing?!" Called her father.

"Yeah Lunaeris, what are you doing?" Echoed the Demon King. "You can't honestly mean to fight me."

"She's a princess. She's in need. I have the sword. It counts." She said, as if by saying it she could force it to be true.

The demon was on his last legs, she just had to not die.

Or get hit at all, because Kallie would die.

Simple.

The demon lunged at her, and she clumsily hefted the sword to parry, and the crowd went into an uproar. The demon dodged out of the way as crossbow bolts whizzed past him and guards leapt into the arena to aid her.

"They might not believe me that you're the Demon King," Lunaeris hissed, "But I'm still the Princess you dumb motherfucker. You think you can attack me, in broad daylight, in front of a crowd of royal guards?"

"A minor hurdle, I assure you." The demon sneered, flinging fireballs into the archers before engaging the swordsmen in melee. Lunaeris dropped the sword and knelt at her knight's side, fishing a potion out of her satchel and pouring it carefully down her throat.

She hadn't prepared for this specifically, but she had been expecting to interfere with the fight somehow. She had raided the storerooms in the night, and while she didn't have a suitable weapon, she could at least stabilize Kallie while the demon was distracted.

Distracted, not defeated, because he was handling the guards even injured as he was.

Lunaeris took up the sword again. The guards couldn't stop him, it had to be her.

She hefted it onto her shoulder and ran at him, screaming as she brought it down in an overhead swing. It clanged off his blade, and she stumbled back as the impact reverberated through her arms.

"Lunaeris, here's a free lesson in swordplay: You need to be unpredictable." The Demon King said.

"Fuck you!" She spat, throwing her whole body into a thrust that he danced right out of the way of.

"You can barely move holding that thing, every attack you make you have to spend forever winding up for it, it's embarrassing."

"You-" Lunaeris huffed with exertion, bringing the sword back around in a slow arc. "-ruined my life!"

"Well, I am trying to kill you." The demon said, blocking again.

"You and your gods damned PROPHECY-"

She swung in an upwards arc, and he batted the sword back into the ground effortlessly.

"-FORCING ME INTO THIS WHOLE FUCKING THING-"

Another clumsy, easily dodged slash.

"-AND JUST WHEN I THINK I'M GOING TO BE OKAY WITH IT-"

She hefted the sword onto her shoulder for another overhead swing.

"-YOU NEARLY-"

CLANG

"-KILL-"

CLANG

"-MY WIFE-"

CLANG

"-TWICE!!!!!"

She let the blade fall to the ground, panting hard.

"Is this a fight, or are we just airing our grievances?" The Demon King asked, bored.

"IT'S BOTH, YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARD!" Lunaeris screeched, a puff of flame accompanying her voice.

The Demon King's eyes widened.

"Oh shi-"

Lunaeris screamed, spewing a torrent of fire at him.

It wasn't any spell she knew how to cast on demand, but if she was just mad enough she could repeat her throne room performance, and he had given her more than enough time to work herself into a frenzy.

She advanced as the demon retreated, keeping him engulfed in the blistering roar until-

She stopped, feeling her body rapidly weaken. She fell to the ground and pulled a mana potion from her bag, chugging it down quickly.

The Demon King wasn't done. This wasn't another fake, it was his real body, born from the infernal fires of hell. She got back to her feet and let loose another terrible howl, reinvigorated and with plenty of rage to spare.

He stumbled backing away and fell to the ground, and she just kept unleashing white-hot flame upon him. She stopped for another mana potion and started again, incinerating him so thoroughly that not even a demon could survive.

She huffed and wheezed, throat seared by her repeated outbursts. She downed yet another mana potion to make sure she didn't faint, and slowly dragged the sword over to his body.

The acrid smoke of his corpse lingered, it coalesced in a thick cloud until she hefted the sword and drove it through his chest, and with a blinding light the demon king's soul itself was banished from the realm and the smoke was only smoke, dissipating in the wind.

It was over.

Her life was her own, not her father's, not the gods', not fate's.

She fell to her knees and roared her victory to the heavens, expending the last of her fury in a glorious beacon of fire.

Kallixenia stirred with a groan.

She had survived, again, and was in the healer's ward, again.

"The Princess, where-" She rasped, sitting up.

"Don't move too much!" The healer chided her, guiding her back down softly. "You need to rest so the magic can run it's course."

"But the Princess-"

"Princess Lunaeris is with her father." She explained. "Lyin' through her teeth that you two weren't gettin' frisky in secret, I presume. He's in a tizzy, her marryin' you out of nowhere."

Kallixenia went white.

"I-I would never-"

"Please." The healer scoffed. "She wouldn't leave your side for a second, last time you were in here. Lunaeris is nice to the help, but not that nice."

"Perhaps she was… moved, by my taking a mortal blow for her?" The knight offered helplessly.

"Perhaps I've known that girl since she was knee-high and she's not the type to appreciate people dyin' for her." The healer countered, hands on her hips. "Or did you think I couldn't hear her screamin' at you?"

"…Gods, I'm done for."

"Hah!" The healer cackled. "You'll be fine, I don't think anyone wants to piss her off right now, even his majesty. I'll go tell her you're awake."

The healer left, and Kallixenia was left alone with her thoughts.

She was alive, and Lunaeris was alive, and the two of them were in fact married, that wasn't just a dying fever dream.

And that left them….. somewhere. She was unclear where.

Was the Demon King-

"KALLIE!"

Lunaeris rushed into the room and practically tackled her, hugging her like her life depended on it.

"Oof." Kallixenia grunted, holding the princess with her good arm.

"Sorry!" Lunaeris squeaked, shifting her weight to not press on her injuries. "I'm just- I'm just so glad you're awake. Things have been hectic, my father is making a huge fuss over everything-"

"Princess-"

"-not to mention preparations for a proper wedding ceremony, having the rings made-"

"Princess." The knight repeated more firmly, stalling Lunaeris' rambling.

"I hardly think you need to call me Princess now-"

"Lunaeris. The demon king?"

"Dead."

"Dead?" Kallixenia repeated, dumbfounded. "By whose hand?"

"Mine!" The Princess announced proudly.

"Yours?"

"What, is that so unbelievable?" She said, pouting.

"No, of course not, but… the prophecy? The hero?"

"I'm the hero!"

"…But, who's the princess then?"

"…Kallie." She said, shooting her a look.

"What?"

"Kallie, we're married."

"Y-Yes, I recall." Kallixenia said, confused.

"Thank the gods for that, it would have been terribly embarrassing if you didn't." Lunaeris said, rolling her eyes. "Being married to a princess makes you a princess, Kallie."

"I'm the princess from the prophecy?!"

"Yes!"

"But- But that-" Kallixenia sputtered. "I'm not a princess! I don't even know the first thing about Elven politics!"

"So?"

"How will I fulfill my duties to the kingdom?!"

"By the gods Kallie, who caaaares?" Lunaeris groaned. "We're running away together after the wedding anyway."

"WE ARE?!"

"You said we would."

"I- Yeah, before! When our love was forbidden!"

This was a lot to take in, and Lunaeris was not giving her time to absorb any of it before launching into the next thing.

At least it was all good news.

Right?

"It's… It's not still forbidden, right? The healer said your father-"

"Oh he was pretty mad."

Great.

"But I think I've… mostly smoothed things over." Continued Lunaeris. "He agrees that this was fate, after all."

"And he's not aware of any… indiscretions?"

"Weeellllllll-"

"Oh gods-"

"Kallie relax. He can suspect all he wants, all he knows is I wanted you to be the hero, and that's only evidence of a one-sided crush and you being dedicated to keeping me safe." She said, smugly. "Besides: fate. Nothing anyone could have done differently."

They cuddled in silence, for a moment.

"…Do you think that's true?" Kallixenia asked thoughtfully.

"What? No. We went to great efforts to ensure this outcome." Lunaeris said.

"But we didn't, though. If I'm the princess, then the only way I was ever going to be the princess is-"

"I- No, because-" Lunaeris said, face red. "No! You- You're the princess because of my actions! I could have been the princess before! You don't know!"

"But-"

"But nothing!" She squeaked, enraged. "I bend destiny to my will, Kallie! I married you in defiance of fate! Because I wanted to!"

Kallixenia chuckled and pulled her in closer.

"Of course, my love."

"Damn right."

Elven royal weddings were, traditionally, very drawn-out affairs.

There were all the awful ballads, the dreadful speeches from every family member in attendance, the poetry- dear gods, the poetry. Each spouse was expected to write and perform a minimum of a hundred stanzas declaring their love, and gods help you if you actually adhered to the minimum. You write one-hundred couplets instead of one-hundred-thirty-something quatrains and you might as well just not go through with the wedding, in the eyes of the nobility.

This was all before the first of three intermissions.

Lunaeris was, thankfully, able to convince her father that since her and Kallixenia were already married they may as well just exchange rings and move on to the reception, with the concession that he and her sisters could still give speeches.

Brief speeches.

And so, after a quick three hour ceremony, it was time to exchange the rings.

"I… I wish for you to understand the gravity of this." Lunaeris said, quietly enough for only Kallixenia to hear. "These rings are the most substantial proof of my love I can give."

She picked Kallixenia's ring up, turning it over in her hands.

"They carry an enchantment that binds our lives together, not unlike your oath to me. They will reduce my lifespan by about one hundred years, and extend yours by about eight hundred."

She paused, struggling to find words, and Kallixenia waited silently for her to continue.

"I have dreaded this exchange for as long as I can remember, you understand? A tenth of my life as dowry for whatever political gain my father could scrape together. And- And I do this now willingly, for you, because when I imagine a millennium without you or nine hundred years together, the choice is so obvious it doesn't feel like a sacrifice at all."

She hadn't realized she was crying until Kallixenia reached out to wipe away her tears.

"I understand, Lunaeris."

Lunaeris sniffled, smiling.

"Well, let's get on with it then. I don't need all these people to watch me cry." She said, taking Kallie's hand and placing the ring upon her finger, then allowing her to do the same.

And then Kallixenia lifted her up and kissed her, and while Lunaeris also didn't need all of these people watching them kiss, it was nice to not need them not to see. Her knight was an extraordinary woman, she deserved to love her openly.

She dipped out, for a moment, to dry her eyes and fix her makeup while the festivities began. When she rejoined, she was immediately swarmed by her sisters, eager to discuss this new knight they were suddenly finding out about.

The twins got to her first, Ari flanking her on one side and Esta on the other, taking her by the hand and steering her into the rest of them.

"Oh, dear sister, we're so happy you finally found someone!" Ari cooed.

"So happy, dear sister!" Esta echoed. "You know we did always worry about you."

"We did, we worried. But this explains so much."

"Explains everything. Why didn't you say anything? We could have helped father find you a nice princess years ago!"

"I can't imagine why not." Lunaeris said tersely as she was wrangled into the other three.

"Lunaeris! Congratulations!" Said Soliana, raising her glass.

"Yeah, congrats!" "Congratulations!" Nithenoe and Tephysea said, joining her.

"Thank you." Lunaeris replied.

"Sooo, your bodyguard, huh?" Nithenoe said. "What happened to never wanting to get married?"

"Well, you know, it was fate." Lunaeris shrugged. "Besides, she's really very nice."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure nice is what did it." Tephysea giggled. "Ari, Esta, you're the romantic masterminds. Why didn't you just tell father to find her someone who was nice, huh?"

"She- I mean, there are other qualities, that I appreciate about her."

"I'll say." Nithenoe hummed, eying the group of Kallixenia's fellow paladins that had come to attend the wedding. "Look at the size of them all."

"They're like big statues of heroes." Esta said.

"Yes, statuesque." Said Ari.

"Makes you just wanna climb 'em."

"Wh- Tephysea!"

"What? You don't?" Tephysea said, waving at one of them.

"Your husband just died!" Said Soliana, mortified.

"It was a political marriage! He was a good man, and I miss him dearly, but we were never like that."

"Really?" Ari said, wide-eyed. "But you read such a beautiful poem for him!"

"Ari, you and Esta wrote that for me."

"Yes, and it was very beautiful!" Said Esta.

The half-giant she had waved to made her way to their group.

"Greetings, Princesses." She said, making a small bow. "Congratulations, Princess Lunaeris. I hope Kallixenia brings you joy for the rest of your days."

"I'm sure she will." Lunaeris said, stifling a giggle. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Gladly. I am Achaia, paladin of the Seventh Monastery-"

"And I-" Tephysea interjected. "Am without anyone to dance with. Could you remedy this for me, fair knight?"

"Of course, Princess." She said, taking Tephysea's hand. "Lead the way."

"Oh sure, she can just go for it now that I cleared the way." Grumbled Lunaeris as the two of them walked off.

"And she is going for it, wow." Said Soliana.

"I'm learning so much about my sisters today." Said Esta, head tilted.

"So much. You really can never tell." Said Ari, head similarly tilted in the opposite direction.

"Wait- What do you mean cleared the way?" Nithenoe asked.

"Well, I wouldn't have been able to marry Kallixenia if not for the prophecy." Lunaeris said.

"Yeah, but why are you mad about it?"

"Uh, well-"

The twins lit up.

"You were crushing on her!"

"You had a crush!"

"Well, I mean, she's, she's very impressive!" Lunaeris said, red-faced. "How could I not find myself growing fond of her?"

"And you said you could never be happy in an arranged marriage." Said Nithenoe.

"I- That isn't what this is!"

"It was prophecised, that's practically arranged." Agreed Soliana.

"It's not! It's different!!!" Squeaked Lunaeris.

Before she could launch into a full rant on the many distinctions between the two situations, she was wrapped up in her wife's arms.

"I hope you aren't antagonizing my wife on her wedding day, Princesses." Kallixenia hummed.

"No!" Esta said.

"Of course not!" Agreed Ari.

"They would never." Seethed Lunaeris.

"Goood." Kallixenia cooed. "May I steal you away? My battle-sisters would like to meet you." She glanced to Tephysea, dancing with her partner. "Although I see Achaia already has."

"Yes, I'd love to meet them." Lunaeris said, glaring at her sisters. "I will explain to you all why you are wrong in detail, later."

"Can't wait!" Chirped Nithenoe.

Lunaeris sighed as they walked away.

"What do you need, beloved?"

"Acknowledgment that I married you of my own free will." She grumbled.

"Well, you did. This wedding proper was not covered by the prophecy even if it did play out as it always would have, and you very well could have just slit my throat while I recovered instead of choosing to share your life with me, had you wanted." Kallixenia said.

"Oh. Right." Lunaeris paused thoughtfully. "In that case I need wine and cake."

"And you shall have it, my love."

"EEEE!! Put me down, you giant oaf!" Lunaeris squealed, giggling as Kallixenia carried her over her shoulder down the halls to their room.

"Did you hear something?" Kallixenia asked a snickering guard as she passed them by, continuing on her way happily.

"You would treat your princess like this!?" Lunaeris said, kicking her legs in the air.

"I would treat my wife like this."

"The indignity! The betrayal!"

She giggled as they entered their room and Kallixenia dumped her onto the bed, sighing happily as she laid there.

"Have you packed everything you wish to take with you, Princess?" Her knight asked.

"You cannot keep calling me 'Princess' as a pet name, it's even sillier now than it already was." Lunaeris said, dodging the question.

"Why not? You're still a princess, and I'm still your knight, oathsworn or not."

"We're abdicating, Kallie."

"How wonderful then, to have a princess all my own."

Lunaeris' heart fluttered. Gods damn her she could make a title she hated sound nice.

"Have you packed?" Kallixenia asked again.

"Yes."

"Then shall we take our leave?"

"No."

Kallixenia frowned a little, confused.

"No?"

"Kaalliiiiiiie." Lunaeris said, a teasing lilt in her voice. "It's our wedding night."

The knight paused in her preparations.

"You were quite clear that you wanted to abscond as soon as the wedding was over."

"I changed my miiiiind, Kallie." She said, giggling again. "We can delay our plans just a little, don't you think?"

"Of course, Princess. Anything you want." Kallixenia said, joining her on the bed.

Lunaeris did want to leave. She was so excited to start her new life with Kallie, adventuring throughout the land.

But more than that, she wanted her wife to touch her. She was full of love and fire, and she wanted to feed them until they consumed her whole. She climbed atop her knight and kissed her, hooking her arm behind the half-giant's neck.

"I want you, Kallixenia." She murmured, between kisses.

"You have me, Lunaeris. I'm yours."

She hummed happily. "Miiiine. I like the sound of that."

"You can hear it whenever you like, Princess." Said Kallixenia. "May I undress you?"

It was strange.

They were truly equals now, Kallixenia was no longer a knight serving a princess, but now that those weren't roles they were forced into picking them back up felt…

Curiously hot?

"You may, my cherished knight." Lunaeris said, feeling it out. Her title had been restrictive before, robbed her of any agency she had. Being the Princess of the kingdom had been awful, but-

Her breath hitched as Kallixenia ran her hands up her hips and gingerly pulled down her silk panties.

She wasn't hesitant this time, no longer fearing divine punishment, but still just as lovingly gentle. She slowly ran a finger through Lunaeris' slick folds, lingering on her clit.

"That." Lunaeris said, her voice breathy. "Is not undressing."

"Forgive me, Princess. You're too beautiful to resist."

Gods damn it, she couldn't believe how well this worked on her. She looked at her knight's face, her big beautiful doe eyes, and she finally understood.

It had stopped being about Lunaeris actually being a princess months ago. It wouldn't have mattered if she was a complete nobody, this was simply how Kallixenia loved.

She wanted to serve her. Not out of obligation, but adoration. She needed a princess to devote herself to, she delighted in it.

Lunaeris could be that princess. Just hers, no one else's.

She kissed her knight again, moaning softly into her mouth as she kept stroking her, until-

"W-Wait." She gasped, breaking the kiss and pulling away from her fingers.

"You don't like it, Princess?" Kallixenia asked.

Quite the opposite. Lunaeris felt embarrassingly close already, it had been so long since the inn and she was so excited she just-

"I want you inside me."

"Of course, Princess." Kallixenia said, nodding and curling her fingers-

"Not your fingers." Lunaeris hissed, breathless.

"O-Oh." The half-giant said meekly. "Are, are you sure?"

"Very."

"I just-" She stammered. "I'm worried I might hurt you, Princess."

There was the hesitance she expected of her knight.

"Won't know if we don't try." Lunaeris said, raising up off of her. "Help me out of my dress, please."

She turned, and Kallixenia unlaced the back of her dress for her, pulling it off over her head.

"You're so beautiful…" She murmured, reverently.

Lunaeris blushed and felt her ears grow hot.

"You're too kind, my knight." She said.

She knew that she should say something equally romantic, watching Kallie get off the bed and slowly undress, but all that came out was-

"Gods you're so fucking hot."

Now it was her knight's turn to turn red.

"I-I mean-" Lunaeris stammered. "Sssexy?? Um- Handsome, you're an exquisitely handsome woman."

That sounded appropriately romantic.

"…Can I touch your abs?"

Kallixenia nodded bashfully.

Lunaeris placed her palm to her stomach. Her abs weren't visibly defined, but she could feel the dense muscle beneath her skin as she pressed into it. It flexed powerfully, the knight tensing up under her touch.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Kallie?" She asked softly.

Kallie shook her head, covering her blush with the back of her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." The half-giant said shakily. "T-To be touched by my princess, is, is-"

"It's what you deserve, fair knight." Lunaeris said slowly, trying to play into Kallixenia's submissive streak. "For serving me so well."

"O-Oh, I, t-truly, um-" She mumbled, overwhelmed by the praise.

"You want to serve your princess' every need, don't you?" Lunaeris asked, lightly running a finger across the bulge in Kallixenia's underwear.

"Yes, Princess." She breathed.

Lunaeris slowly pulled the half-giant's underwear off, and realized that she wasn't exaggerating about being worried she might hurt her.

"Oh!" She squeaked.

"…Yeah."

"That's… big."

"Y-Yeah, well, half-giant." Kallixenia said, covering her face and blushing furiously. "We don't have to-"

"Oh we're gonna."

Lunaeris tried to close her hand around the giant's shaft, and found that she couldn't.

"Ah. Aha. Wow. Okay." She said nervously. "Why don't… Why don't you lay back down, and…" She swallowed hard. "I'll just. Get on top of you and, and go at my own pace."

"Of course, Princess." Kallixenia said, equally nervous. "Anything for you."

Their bodies thrummed with anticipation as Lunaeris straddled her, the tip of her knight's cock pressing gently against her dripping slit.

She was not nervous.

She was a hero. Fate was her bitch. Demons cowered at her might.

She was really horny.

She braced her hands on Kallixenia's shoulders and began to slowly lower her hips, both of them sharply drawing breath as the fat cockhead stretched her open.

"Princess…" Kallie sighed, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

It was tortuously slow going. Lunaeris could only lower her hips a little before reversing course until only the tip was inside her, and then dropping down again, just slightly further on each stroke.

"Gods, Princess, you're so tight-"

She had no intention of stopping, of course. Making Kallie say these things was immeasurably satisfying even before taking her own pleasure into account. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned, shivering with delight.

"Fuck, Kallie, it's so much."

"T-Too much?" The knight asked worriedly.

"Not what I said."

She didn't say it, but she did think it. She gave a few more shallow thrusts and found herself unable to take any more of Kallie's cock inside her. She opened her eyes and swallowed hard seeing that there were still a good three or four inches between them.

"I… I think this is all I can fit." She huffed, breathless.

"Does it hurt?"

"N-No!" She lied through gritted teeth as she rose up again. "It's amazing, you're amazing." She sighed, shuddering as she came back down. "I, I think, I need you to start moving, my legs are, hhaaah-"

Her legs shook, and she struggled to make them move how she wanted. She was getting close again and her body stopped listening to her, signals drowned out by the screaming need in her belly.

Kalliexenia wrapped a strong arm around her backside and lifted her, moving her along her massive cock.

"O-Oh wow." Lunaeris gasped, amazed at the ease with which Kallie did this. "Y-Yes, just like that-"

Her knight brought her other hand to her abdomen and swirled her thumb across her clit, making her squeal and clench down on her dick. The knight groaned, low and rumbling in her chest.

"Fuck, Kalliiiiiieee!" She whined, her long ears twitching with pleasure.

"May I go faster, Princess?" Kallixenia husked.

"Yes fuck whatever you want gods-"

The whole princess/knight thing was completely gone from Lunaeris' mind, Kallie was her wife and she loved her so fucking much and she felt so completely overwhelmingly good as she fucked her harder, dragging her up and down her twitching shaft.

She lost track of time, mind focusing to a singular point as the fire inside her burned hotter and hotter. The painful stretch wasn't even uncomfortable anymore, it was just a different kind of pleasure her wife was lavishing her with, everything building to a final peak.

"I-I'm close, Princess." Kallixenia warned, strained.

"O-Oh! Good, me too!" Lunaeris replied dreamily, completely missing the point.

Kallixenia stifled a chuckle. "Lunaeris, we may be married, but I don't know if you're ready for-"

Oh right. Duh.

Lunaeris shook her head.

"Kallie, it's-" She tried to reassure her, before a wave of pleasure rocked through her and she decided to give her the short version. "I'm a fucking wizard it doesn't matter just cum in me fuck-"

"As you wish, Princess."

Lunaeris came first, the blissful stretch and her knight's attentions on her clit too much for her to resist. She shivered and drew Kallie into a kiss, her cunt spasming and tightening as she fucked her through her peak.

The knight grunted into her mouth and held her down with a desperate finality as her cock throbbed hard and she came as well. Lunaeris could feel her seed flooding her, painting her insides white.

Nothing would happen, she had cast contraceptive magic on herself before she had even started trying to fuck Kallie months ago.

But it felt amazing, the two of them moaning into each other as the half-giant's release overflowed and spilled down her thighs.

"Princess…"

"Kallie…"

They made out breathlessly, a sweaty tangle of limbs embracing one another until eventually, sleep took them.

"How romantic, to run away together on our wedding night." Lunaeris hummed, leaning against the stable wall.

"We were married three days ago, Princess." Kallixenia said, cocking an eyebrow.

"We were married a month ago, if you want to be pedantic. I didn't hear you complaining about how we spent our time."

"You did not." Kallixenia sighed happily, attaching a large pack to her horse's saddle. "You're sure you don't want to bring your horse with us?"

"Mmm, no." Lunaeris said, hopping off the wall and patting her horse's mane. "I'll miss her, but she deserves a life of nice treats and safe roads. I'd feel awful if anything happened to her."

"We'll find you a terrible warhorse, I'm sure of it. One that strikes fear into the hearts of men." Kallixenia said, mounting her steed and offering her hand to Lunaeris.

"Oh, I'd love that! One that bites people." The Princess said, taking her hand and sitting in front of her.

"I don't think trained horses are meant to bite-"

"One that kicks children!"

"Princess."

"The shittiest, meanest horse in the land! None will fuck with my horse!"

"Princess."

Lunaeris giggled and relaxed into her wife's chest.

"I love you so much. Let's get out of here."

"Of course, my love."

And the two of them rode away from the castle, never to return.

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