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Yandere! Blade x FEM! Reader

–genre. Smut, nsfw

–tw. Blood, skin carving, humiliation, skin writing, non-con, creampie, sadist!blade, spanking, porn with plot(maybe), size difference, stomach bulge, choking, overstimulation, possessive behaviors, blade is called ren, mentions of the hard R in the beginning, neglect, degradation, reader is blades reincarnated lover, prone bone, MINORS DNI, non consensual touching, nipple play, SW and Kafka is helping blade, headlocking, dub-con, blood,

–synopsis. You've been kidnapped by the swordsman of the Stellaron Hunters and brought to their headquarters. It's Valentine's Day and he planned something special.

Mari/yai's message – just know i was very uncomfortable with writing this. I've been drawing lately so it's been a while.

You were tied up in the basement of the Stellaron Hunters headquarters. You were just walking down the streets of luofu till you were grabbed into an alleyway and a cloth covering your mouth and then you inhaled chloroform, passing out into the person's(or thing) arm. When your captor brought you back to where they lived, they introduced themselves as Blade but he told you to call him ren.

Blade. As in the wanted criminal and part of the Stellaron Hunters?

After a while he got tired of your useless attempts at escaping (mostly snitched on by Kafka or Silverwolf by telling blade you escaped.), and then forcefully forced himself onto you. After that he left you.

He would come back occasionally if Kafka told him so if he didn't want you to die. He would bring you clothes and food to keep you alive and helped you take care of your hygiene. You didn't eat in front of him and just pretend to be asleep most of the time in the corner of the mattress.

You tried talking to him but couldn't since your stuttering held you back and you couldn't make eye contact with him since he fiery red eyes would stare into your soul, stunning it immediately.

He brought you stuff like a note book to draw or use it as a diary. Since you barely could get your words out, you wrote ‘Why did you kidnap me?’ on a page. He only muttered the word “Lover” and left it at that.

Well today was Valentine's day as you'd know by the calendar beside your bed. You still didn't love him or let yourself develop Stockholm Syndrome. If you could tell, he hated it.

You behaved well for the days, months, or even years he captured you. He let you out of your ropes and lets you walk around the basement. Various furniture was added like a desk that faced a window(that was very hard to break), a bed set, and a built in shower.

Silver Wolf gave the glory to Blade that he can have one of her old games but he decided to give it to you so you wouldn't be as bored when he went.

Kafka came down and called out for you. You raised your head from your pillow and looked at her with sleepy doe eyes. “C'mon dearie, Blade will be home soon and he has something planned for you.” she grabbed your forearm and dragged you to the bathroom and ran you a bath as if you were her child. She helped you shave your legs(and everywhere else including pubic) and did your hair into something simple. She gave you pink Valentine's Day themed lingerie undergarments to put underneath the white lace night gown.

You wished you knew why Blade suggested Kafka to give you this. The clothes fit you nicely. Your mind was all over the place as you thought about how Blade got the correct measurements of your bra and panties.

Kafka led you out of the bathroom and back to your bed and went back up stairs and came back down with a low black gift box. She skied the top off the box to reveal red ribbons. The box was branded so it must've been from a sex store or somewhere that was expensive. You thought it was for your hair otherwise it's weird to come in a box like that.

Kafka placed her hands behind her back and closed her eyes and let out a pitiful sigh. “I'm sorry, dear.” Before you could turn around something rough and hard hit the back of your head. It put you to sleep on impact.

She dragged your body to your bed and threw you on your bed, grabbing the ribbon and tied it tightly around your legs and wrist. The extras went around your waist and torso. You were truly a beautiful doll. She wrapped soft cloth around your mouth and eyes. Just breathe through

She left the room and as if on cue, Blade stepped through the door. In his deep voice, he spoke. “Did you do what I asked?” Kafka nodded her head and gave off her signature smile. “I did but I had to neutralize her because she was struggling too much for my comfort.” she was obviously lying. He could obviously tell too.

He stepped his way to the basement where you were. He heard distant whimpering and sobs which were coming from you. He reached you and noticed your squirming. Your breath hitched as you heard boots stepping your way. The ribbons were hurting way too much to even ignore for a bit.

“Hey waterlily, It's really disappointing how you didn't behave for her.” he breathed. “You should be punished for that. I see she did most of the work.” you heard something slam on the nightstand next to your bed.

He hooked his finger underneath the blindfold to reveal your doe stricken eyes.

His lips lifted into a smirk while he trailed his bandaged fingers from your face to your collarbone. He noticed your squirming got more vapid. You shook your head as you didn't want him to continue.

His hand ripped the strap that was holding the gown, revealing your covered breast. Your face felt as if it was burning from embarrassment. He pushed you onto your back and got on top of you. Your muffled protests became unheard as he grabbed scissors and cut the straps from your bra, removing it, and revealing your tits.

“You look like a slut... Begging for someone's attention.” he laughed. “That someone's attention you want is me.” he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a knife and a permanent marker.

He slid the knife down your torso, the force was enough for it to draw blood. He leaned down and lapped at the blood while maintaining eye contact with you. Tears ran down your face and dried ones were replaced.

He fully discarded your dress and panties and threw them somewhere on the bed or ground. He used his gloved hand to finger you. Your slick immediately gathering on his hand. “Has all this fear got to you? I would've mistaken you for being a masochist, y'know.”

He unbuckled his pants and slid down his boxers that revealed his large, thick throbbing dick. It was flushed red at the tip and a white bead of precum was drooling from the slit. He thrusted two fingers into your cunt. He wanted to prep you since it's been a while since he had done anything with you. The stimulation was overwhelming. You desperately tried to kick him away but he grabbed your waist and replaced his finger with his dick rubbing against your pussy. Your juices covered the downside of his dick.

He leaned back to position his dick between your pussy lips. He thrusted up into your pussy, hitting your spongy spot on impact. A little blood covered his dick as well. A bulge would pop up with each thrust of his hips. Your scream was muffled and you leaned your head back on the pillow. You were biting at the cloth that was covering your mouth. It was covered in your saliva as well.

Blade hooked a finger underneath the cloth and pulled it down. Your breathing was harsh in a way that if it was cold, air would come from your mouth. As his thrusts started to pick up and your juices webbed his whole dick, he picked the knife back up and started to engrave a letter below your tits. The letter was his initial, the letter ‘B’. The icy hot pain was all over your body(it wasn't but it felt like it but mainly between your thighs), Blade licked the blood up, enjoying the metallic iron taste from it. His dick landed painful hits to your cervix, making you grimace at the feeling.

During that, yelps, whines, and moans were heard through the basement. If you were loud enough, Kafka and Silver Wolf would hear.

His thrust got more erratic. His thrusts were sure that by the time he finished your pussy would be gapping open and molded into the shape of his cock. You tried to cover your moans by turning your head to the side and trying to muffle them as much as possible. Blade was quick to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together as he got up in your face while looking at your unfocused eyes filled with tears. He trailed his eyes down back to where he drew the letter below your tits.

He slowly itched a small cross(which was a plus sign,) and after a while, he carved your first name initials after. It looked like those cheesy trends where it shows what initials are meant to be for example; B + Y. He did all of this while keeping his thrusts while you squirted your juices onto his lower abdomen and cock. He grabbed the permanent marker and drew a small heart around the heart.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and squished you against his chest. He rocked his hips back and forth and wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you steady. “You are such a slut. Nothing but my cum dump.” The cold permanent marker touched your skin, sending shivers down your spine and to your core. He wrote a few words like “CUMDUMP”, ”SLUT”, and “Blades/ren's property” on your back. He placed a few humiliating words on your collarbone so anyone could see it and also remind him what you are to him.

You pussy clenched around his dick, signaling your. “You wanna cum, yeah? Then cum. Cum for me.” he said between grunts. Your string of moans and mewls of being overstimulated, he released his cum inside you. Your stomach was slightly bloated and thick, sticky cum leaked out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets(it had little bubbles in them and stuck together like a spider web).

Blade was quick to flip you onto your stomach with your ass in the air. He grabbed the knife and released your wrist from the ropes binding them together. Your wrists were finally able to breathe. His rough hands grab at your wrist, pulling them to make you arch your back further.

He angled his cock back at your entrance, pushing his hips forward and his cum and your juices acting together as a secondary lube. The movement of his hips grew faster as time passed.

He leaned down to where his chest was touching your back. He resumed his torcher and thrust into you so hard he could break into your cervix and split you apart. His hand snaked up to your neck, squeezing it slightly so it wasn't hard enough to stop your breath. He used it to angle your head so he could kiss you. You moaned into his mouth and drooled all over his tongue.

His thrust started to get sloppy and he felt your breath get harsher from you breathing through your mouth. He wrapped both of his thick bulging arms around your neck, placing you in a loose headlock. A hand slipped down and tugged at your nipple. You released the kiss as you tried to get your breath back by sticking your tongue out. He placed a loud smack on your ass which made you come on his dick, stunning you.

He came inside you for the second time. You don't know how long he'll be doing this for as you feel his dick hardened inside you.

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[lokigiulslovesfantasy]

~Let the past die. Kill it if you have to. It's the only way to become what you were meant to be.~

-Kylo Ren

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Movie: Star Wars-Episode VIII: The Last Jedi

Character: Kylo Ren

Technique: graphite on paper

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If the Slipper Fits

Pairing: Kylo Ren x ForceSensitive!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: The juice, as promised. I apologize about the unpredictability of updating, I have a four month old but I’m trying to write whenever I can!

Two more things: 1) I’m also going to post this story on Ao3 as well under the same name and 2) I saw 65 over the weekend and it’s fantastic!! I’m very tempted to start another fic revolving around that storyline…

Part Three

The door swings open unprecedented a few moments later, before you have time to recover from your interaction with Kylo Ren. You’re still clutching the wrist he grabbed when a portly woman bursts into the room flanked by two younger girls.

Immediately they set off on their own agenda, one of the girls dropping containers of makeup on the vanity while the other rushes into the bathroom, the sound of running water shortly following. The older woman, who introduces herself as Lyssa, runs to inspect you, motioning with her finger for you to turn. You obey, but mostly because you’re still too confused to do much else. There doesn’t seem to be a time for you to get a word in edgewise— Lyssa orders the girls around in a hurried, manic fashion, and only turns to you once she seems satisfied.

“Ah, now,” she huffs, nearly out of breath. “Time for your bath, then we can begin getting ready.”

Both hands on the small of your back, she pushes you into the bathroom. You protests fall on deaf ears. By the time you’re taken seriously, you’ve already been stripped of your clothes. It’s nearly impossible to impart any dignity when you’re standing naked in front of strangers, but you try, inflicting the tone necessary in your voice to stop them in their tracks.

“I can do this by myself,” you tell them. Then, in a quieter voice, “But thank you.”

Lyssa apprehends you as if to move you, but you refuse to budge. “Oh, dearie, we don’t mind. It’s part of the job to make sure the bride is comfortable.”

“I would be more comfortable alone.”

An awkward silence descendes on you. The two girls avoid your gaze, forcing Lyssa to clear her throat. “That’s awfully kind of you, but we’re permitted to stay.”

Ah. It finally clicks.

“You’re here to make sure I don’t try anything,” you say, speaking your thoughts.

“Well.” For the first time, a look of pity crosses Lyssa’s face. “Yes and no.” As if she’s said too much, she quickly disguises her expression, before helping you into the bath. “We quite enjoy the company. Please don’t be too cross with us.”

The warm water seeps into your bones. You relax a tiny bit, if only because you realize you don’t have any other choice. The girls set upon you again, one taking up the helm of the bath while the other begins scrubbing your skin with a damp washcloth. Lyssa supervises like a mother hen, nervously skirting around the tub and offering assistance when needed. It would be quite soothing if not for the underlying reminder that it would all soon be for nothing.

Eyes closed, you ask, “Do you do this for all of the girls?”

Another silence, prompting you to open one eye. Lyssa answers again. “We help where it’s needed,” she says vaguely.

“So the prince makes you do this,” you declare.

Lyssa crouches down next to you. She crouches down and pretends to examine your nails. “You ask a lot of questions,” she murmurs. Her tone is thick with sadness and regret.

“It must be awful,” you whisper back. “I’m so sorry.”

Lyssa pats your hand. “I hope that I can offer you comfort before…anyway, I don’t mind it. I used to be the queen’s handmaiden before she fled, so it’s nice to be useful.”

“What happened to the rest of the help?”

“The prince didn’t deem them quite as useful,” Marily answers truthfully. She smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I can’t remember the last time anyone asked about us.”

You look at her with shock. “What do they normally talk about?”

“It depends on what district of the kingdom they come from,” Lyssa says. Her tone has taken a conversational edge, like she’s happy for the distraction. “Sometimes about the dresses or the ball. Other times questions about the prince. Most don’t say anything at all.”

“I hope I haven’t upset you,” you say.

“No, quite the opposite. It’s…it’s good for us to remember that you’re real,” Lyssa says. She opens her mouth as if to say more but thinks otherwise of it.

If you hope to ask her anything else, you don’t get the chance. She steps back into her role as lead handmaiden and the rest of your bath is spent wondering how many other people are effected by the prince besides yourself.

Once you’re done, the girls wrap you in a soft white towel and dry you off. You’re then led to the vanity and sat down on the bench, where they begin to fuss over your hair and makeup, debating whether your hair should be up or down, if your makeup needs to be soft or dramatic.

Lyssa finally suggests, “Why don’t you let her decide?”

You lock eyes with her in the mirror. She stands behind you, the faintest of a smile on her mouth. It touches you that she’s willing to help you on your self-appointed quest to regain control, without any words exchanged between you.

“I want to look strong,” you decide. “I don’t want to look dainty, or afraid. I want people to remember me.”

That’s all it takes before you’re launched once more into the flurry of preparation. The sun has started it’s descent, and you’re aware that your time is quickly dwindling as shadows stretch and take shape on the walls.

“There!” Lyssa proudly announces.

You take a look at yourself and tears immediately spring to your eyes. Your makeup is dark, bold, exaggerating your features just enough that you almost don’t recognize yourself. You’re you but…fearless. Brave-looking. They decided to keep your hair loose around your shoulders but tied back halfway so that it frames your face in a dramatic display.

“You look beautiful and terribly fierce,” Lyssa whispers in your ear. “I hope you’re the one to put an end to all of this madness.”

You turn to face her, instead of the Lyssa in the mirror’s reflection. “What do you mean?”

“I probably shouldn’t say this but…” she stops. Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles at her work. “The prince is searching for a bride to be his equal. He’s looked for so long, I’m afraid that he’s given up. Sometimes I wonder if the prophecy is even real.”

“A prophecy?” This intrigues you. You’ve never heard mention of a prophecy before.

“Palpatine, the royal advisor, has whispered in the prince’s ear for many years now,” she explains. “He’s the one that supposedly told Kylo that a prophecy needs to be fulfilled before he can claim his true power. He has to wed someone who is his equal. The slipper has been enchanted to help in this endeavor but…well, you know how that’s going.”

Kylo Ren’s match? His equal? You frown. “Then why did the slipper choose me?”

“Some people around the castle speculate that Palpatine charmed the slipper so that it will never find the right person. He’s always wanted the throne for himself, you see, it’s been clear to everyone. Except, tragically, the prince. I know the queen had her suspicions, but I don’t think even she knew the full extent of his influence over her son until it was too late.”

It takes a moment for you to disgust this information. The merciless slaughter of women, all just to prevent the prince long enough to claim the throne. You feel the tiniest bit of pity for Kylo but then quickly smother it.

Nervously, you fidget with your hands. The last thing you want is to be in anyway similar to Kylo Ren, but this prophecy gives you a sliver of hope. If you fulfill it — somehow — then maybe you could survive the night.

“Do you think there might be some truth to it then? That maybe he will find his equal. Eventually,” you add, brows furrowing. You’re not as foolish to believe it could be you. “What does being his equal even mean?”

Lyssa frowns. “No one is for sure.”

“And so he…kills everyone who doesn’t meet his expectations,” you say. “That’s awfully cruel.”

“Yes, well, the prince harbors a nasty temper.”

You rub your wrist. “I know.”

“But, if the prophecy is real, then it could be anyone,” Lyssa says. She winks at you. “Now let’s find you a dress. I think I know the perfect one.”

Her fake optimism doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you let it carry you for the time being. Besides the fiery anger still burning within you, you don’t have anything else to live for, so you might as well cling to her hopefulness. She produces a dress from the clothing rack, her eyes bright.

“How about this one?”

This time, it’s your turn to smile. “It’s perfect.”

Lyssa and her handmaidens leave with the promise that General Hux will retrieve you later for the ball. She briefly explains that the court will be introduced first, then you. Before she leaves she clutched your hands and, with a kiss on the cheek, whispers, “Good luck.”

You feel more capable now then you did before. Lyssa coaxed out the strength lying inside you, exacerbating it with her kind words and transformative services. You risk several looks at yourself while you wait, each time stunned that you’re looking at yourself yet completely at ease.

It feels right. Empowering.

Intoxicating.

The sun sinks behind the black walls of the palace. By the time General Hux returns, you’re almost happy to see him. He wordlessly inspects you upon entrance into the room, then lifts his chin in a self-preserving manner. “You look much better than before,” he remarks. “Cleaner.”

You glide to his side. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment. Shall we?”

Hux refuses to take your proffered arm. You shrug: suit yourself. A moment passes between you before Hux strides by indignantly, back from which you came. You half expect him to strike up a conversation but he does not. As you walk, the sound of a band swells, and you suspect that you must be close. With a sudden twist on his booted heel, Hux leads you through a corridor lined with red First Order banners, the music reaching a crescendo and then fading.

A voice, loud and booming, “Welcome, everyone, to the First Order Ball.”

Hux faces you. “I trust that Lyssa explained the proceedings.”

“Yes.” Some of your previous bravado slips. “What happens after the introductions, though?”

Hux looks vaguely annoyed at your question. “There will be dinner. You will be expected to sit besides the prince, of course. After that is the ball. You will have the first dance with the prince, then, once the clock strikes midnight, the marriage ceremony will commence.”

“Not a very long ceremony,” you muse.

“You’ll find there is not any love lost with the prince.”

You open your mouth to respond but are abruptly cut off. A procession of nobles enter into the corridor, their voices hushed as the speaker continues to announce. They all openly gape at you, the sight of you giving them a slight falter.

Their clothes are extraordinary, fashionable, with plenty of lace and buttons. You’re left with the impression of a group of peacocks.

“Come on then,” Hux snaps. “It’s almost time.”

The nobles fall into a well-rehearsed line. Awkwardly, you shuffle towards the back behind a gentleman wearing a powder blue coat.

From beyond the corridor, the speaker booms, “And without further ado, the Prince’s Court!”

Hux ushers the first noble through a set of double doors. They open, revealing the top of a splendid staircase. Light floods the corridor, followed by a smattering of applause by the awaiting attendants below. Your anticipation ratchets as each noble is introduced by their name and title, earning various cheers and shouts of approval. Then, a brief pause as they descend the staircase, before the next one is announced. Twelve nobles make up the Court.

“You look ravishing, by the way.”

You blink. The gentleman in front of you hangs back slightly, so that he can talk to you without being completely obvious. His hands are clasped behind his back.

“Oh, thank you,” you say, reticent.

“If you don’t mind me saying, you look loads more confident then most of the girls.”

You reply, “Just…determined.”

“I like it.” He holds out a hand for you to shake. “My name is Finn, by the way.

You offer your name, albeit hesitantly. Why is he being so nice to you? Perhaps he’s bored? Or maybe he treats every future bride like a spectacle.

“Save a dance for me, will you?”

You nod. “Of course.”

“I think you’ll find that I’m quite the partner,” Finn continues. The line of nobles is quickly diminishing. Finn seems to take note of this, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You can trust me.”

“Hm?” You ask, confused.

“We’re going to get you out of here. Tonight. Just follow along, okay? I’ll explain later. We can’t talk now.”

“We?” You repeat. “Who are you —”

Hux snaps again, “Lord Finn, are you quite done? The prince will not be tolerable of your tardiness.”

“Yes, sorry.” Finn smiles like Hux’s sharp tone does not bother him, then fixes his lapels.

Without another glance toward you, his name is announced and he’s disappears down the staircase. You’re still trying to get a grasp on what he said — get you out? — when Hux nudges you forward.

“Don’t look down the staircase. And don’t trip,” he sneers.

Swallowing your nerves, you roll your shoulders back. Your name rings out on the tongue of the speaker, and a wave of music joins you as you take your first step onto the central landing. From there, your gaze floats over the ballroom in a quick sweep, all that you’re permitted.

High ceilings arch over your head, shimmering chandeliers interspersed throughout. Unlike the rest of the palace, the ballroom is golden, murals of the six districts painted on each of the walls in brilliant detail and color. The room is enormous, crowded with tables of women in huge skirts and debonair men, serving droids maneuvering between them all. Directly across from the staircase are two tables set on a dais, the Court seated behind them, and at the center of the tables, a throne. Perched on the throne like a splotch of spilled ink against the magnificent ballroom is Kylo Ren.

You can’t see him, not clearly, but it’s obvious that he’s forgone wearing his helmet for the occasion. His posture shifts almost imperceptibly as his gaze settles on you. He’s splayed across the throne, legs spread with an air of dominance, one hand to his chin as if he’s bored by the fanfare. He straightens with interest.

Don’t look down. And don’t trip. Hux’s words reverberate through your mind. Easier said than done — it takes tremendous effort not to look down, especially with the added obstacle of your dress. It’s almost a blessing, however; this means that you’re forced to walk slowly, deliberately, with the grace and fluidity of a hunter. At least, you hope that’s the impression you give. You hold Kylo Ren’s stare the entire time, until your feet touch the ballroom floor and you continue your measured path to him. You don’t know the proper etiquette, or if there even is any, but you stop before him, only a few feet from the throne.

Up close, it devastates you that Kylo Ren is much more handsome than you believed. Beneath the mask and the armor, he easily fits into your preconceived notion of him: a monster, a killer, your executioner. But here, now, his beauty nearly takes your breath away.

Dark hair frames his face, patted down the middle and worn to his shoulders. His face is pensive, imploring, dark brows painted over equally dark colored eyes. As he looks at you, his lips, plush enough to be more befitting of a woman, twist down into a scowl.

Without permission you take in his strong nose, the constellation of moles across his forehead and cheeks, consuming every detail that you’re able in the span of only a few heartbeats. Ashamed by yourself, you lower your gaze.

“Your Highness,” you say, loud enough to be heard. A hush has fallen over the ballroom. You drop into an exaggerated curtsy. “What an honor it is, to die for you.”

Gasps rise. Kylo seems unphased by your sarcasm but from your position, you can see the hatred burning in his eyes. “The honor is all mine,” he tells you. You expect the anger from before, but this cool indifference is even more frightening.

Picking yourself up, you cross the dais to the empty throne besides him. It’s much less intricate than Kylo’s, but there’s no question that it’s intended for his bride. You sit down.

Kylo keeps his composure, staring straight ahead. A muscle jumps beneath his eye. The only thing betraying his true feelings about your stint.

Finn, sitting a few chairs down from you, winks at you as he catches your eye.

Not all of the nobles share his sentiments, though a few regard you with renewed interest. The others glare at you in disgust.

Music strikes up again, rather abruptly, as if to replace the stunned silence. With a wave of his hand, Kylo magically orders a grand procession of food into the ballroom. There’s a few delighted claps, then a resurgence of conversation as the nobles start their first course.

A plate appears before you. On it is a dark, sweet-smelling meat drizzled in sauce, along with seasoned vegetables and what you suspect is a pile of mashed potatoes smothered in gravy. Maroon colored wine spills into your glass as if by an invisible force. You’re momentarily thrilled by this development. Magic. You’ve heard that the prince can control it, but the effortless display of his powers to perform such a feat tells you that he barely tapped into his reserves.

“Do you always ignore commands from your superiors?”

Seizing a fork and knife, you freeze. It’s obvious that he’s speaking to you, although Kylo is still staring straight ahead. In one hand he’s holding a glass of wine, the other grips the arm of his throne as if he’s barely managing to contain his emotions.

You resume eating. The blade of your knife cuts through the meat easily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you cheerily reply.

“You’re to watch how you speak to me.”

“What?” You take a bite, flavor exploding in your mouth. “Was that not to your liking?”

Kylo slams the wine glass down, a snarl ripping through his throat. The nobles within earshot startle but make no mention of his outburst, as if it didn’t happen. It’s apparent to you that they’re used to the prince’s volatile nature and know that it’s best not to interfere.

Fear prickles across your scalp.

“I warned you about what would happen if you spoke to me like that again,” he growls. He’s staring intensely at you, and you desperately wish that he wouldn’t. “I can have it arranged if you would prefer to spend the rest of the evening without your tongue.”

“Well, I would prefer to finish this lovely meal first.”

Kylo waves his hand again, and the food vanishes from your plate. “Then starve.”

“What?” You glare at him. “You can’t do that.”

“I don’t care.”

He sips from his wine glass.

Fine. If he was going to play it that way.

You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. He peers at you from the corner of his eyes and lets out a chuckle, the sound as bitter and dry as the wind blowing through the trees in winter.

“What, no clever retorts?” He asks.

You stay quiet.

“It beguiles you to listen,” Kylo says. “I have punished those who disobey me in much worse ways. Consider yourself fortunate.”

He’s antagonizing you, you recognize this, a tactic usually deployed by your stepsisters. You briefly imagine the pain that Kylo has inflicted, the truth ringing in his words. A small sense of triumph bolts through you when he angrily turns from you, mumbling something unintelligible.

Dinner precedes dessert, course after course floating under your nose without ever touching your lips. You know that Kylo is doing it to taunt you, but what he doesn’t realize is that you’ve gone plenty of times without meals during your stay with your stepmother. What’s one more?

You occupy your time studying the nobles around you, the ones invited to the ball but not important enough to be members of the Court. They laugh and chatter but there’s an underlying current of boredom, the behavior of an actor who has run through his lines to the point of second nature. It must be cumbersome to keep up the merriment night after night, exhausting all topics of conversation and pretending to revel in the finery and company that likely have lost all novelty. What could you possibly talk about?

It thrills you, secretly, that you catch them staring at you. Perhaps you’ve provided some very much needed conversation fodder.

Finally, it’s time for the first dance, an event that’s heralded with more applause and cheers.

Kylo stands, then offers you a gloved hand. He is expressionless once more. It’s only been a few hours and already you’re tired of his conflicting emotions: cold and indifferent one moment, then fiery and scalding, childish, the next.

Gently, you place your hand in his. “May I speak now? I can’t think of a punishment worse than dancing with you,” you thoughtfully add. “So in that avenue you’ve already succeeded.”

You both traipse to the center of the ballroom.

He brings one hand to your waist while the other keeps your joined hands aloft. “I trust you know how to dance. Or are you just exceptional at being insufferable?”

“I was under the impression that was your specialty,” you reply.

He holds you close. There’s a stirring from deep within you, like a formerly dormant beast now lifting its drowsy head. Enormous compared to you, Kylo stands with broad shoulders, muscular beneath his formal attire. Something primal and entirely unrelated to you responds to him, his darkness, his strength.

It makes you uncomfortable in more ways than one.

“Just dance,” he orders dryly.

Although you’ve never danced in this compacity — at a ball, with everyone watching — you’ve always been rather fond of it. You might’ve actually enjoyed this moment if not for your egregious partner. Kylo moves surprisingly well, though, if not a bit stiffly, as if he can’t completely release his inhibitions.

After awhile other nobles join, until the entire floor is covered in spinning, twirling dancers. Flashes of color fill your vision, and it’s as if a garden of flowers has come to life.

“Behave,” Kylo hisses to you. The tempo of the music changes, and without warning you’re thrust into the arms of a stranger.

Your eyes linger on the prince until he is swept away by his new partner, and out of sight.

“You’re quite the dancer,” the stranger says. He’s slightly shorter than you, and he has to exert himself to keep up. “I don’t think the prince has ever danced with someone so long. It must’ve been three or four turns before he gave you up. Must not want to relinquish his blushing bride.”

You’re aware that it’s meant as a lighthearted comment. Either way, you glare at him. “Not yet. Not until it’s time to kill me.”

The stranger flushes a dark red. When the opportunity rises, he spins into the crowd and out of view, long before the music signals for a change of partner, leaving you standing alone in a sea of moving bodies.

Your hands form into claws at your sides. How he dare he cheat with you as if this was some actual wedding celebration, like Kylo and you were in love and this was the beginning to something new and not the end of everything as you knew it.

Unless. The voice whispers in the back of your mind. Unless you can somehow fulfill the prophecy.

“Pardon me,” a feminine voice says, cutting through your thoughts. “Excuse Lord Blaire, he puts his foot in his mouth more times than he’ll step on yours.”

You find yourself disgruntled of the constant verbal charades you’ve been thrown into. “Who are you?”

“I’m the captain of the prince’s army,” she introduces herself, a tall, stunning woman with silvery hair swept into a tight bun. “My name is Phasma.” She pauses, as if to let you digest this, then forges on. “I heard that you’re from the fourth district. Is that correct?”

You hum in an uncommitted response.

“I’ve gotten word from my squadrons that there’s an…unrest…in your district.”

This nabs your attention. For the first time, you really look at her. “Is that right?”

“This is the first time you’re hearing about it,” she says, a statement, not a question.

You nod. “It is. What do you mean by…unrest?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.”

“I’m afraid that I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Captain Phasma nods like this makes sense, which sends a flare of irritation through you. “That’s the problem, neither do I.”

“Your squadron didn’t tell you?”

“No.” She searches your face. Then, perhaps deciding that it won’t do any harm, says, “All of them were killed before they could return.”

“Killed?”

She nods. “They reported the unrest but then their comms went offline. I went to the district myself to pursue the problem but I was…not welcome.” Her lips purse. “You really have no inkling of this?”

You shake your head. An unrest? Sure, people were unhappy, but you didn’t think they were capable of this. When did it start?

Killing First Order soldiers was treason, punishable by death. Did Kylo know about this?

Phasma says, “I know what you’re thinking, and no, he doesn’t know. I thought we could keep it between us girls.” She smiles, but it embodies the pleasantness of a hungry shark. “I could use your help.

“How am I to be of any help? I don’t even —”

“Excuse me, Captain, if you don’t mind. I was promised a dance by the bride to be.” Finn appears at your side, beaming.

You glance between the two of them. Phasma wears a scowl. “Oh, yes,” you say. “I did promise him.”

Phasma glances over you again. Then, she utters, “Lord Finn,” and disappears. You have a feeling that your business with her is unfinished, if you miraculously survive.

Finn follows your gaze, where it’s fixed on the point in the crowd where Phasma went. “Is everything alright? Things were looking pretty tense before I showed up.”

“Fine.” You face him. “About that dance.”

With an exalted cry, Finn draws you into the fray once more. Out of all of your partners tonight, he’s certainly the best. Whether or not that has to do with his nimble feet or the little possibility of him hurting you, you can’t decide. You follow along, waiting for him to bring up what he said earlier, but he doesn’t, instead chattering along as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

“Finn, I —”

“Not yet,” he says.

You’re stuck wondering when. Then, without prelude, a loud commotion bursts from the opposite side of the room. You turn to see what’s happening when Finn grabs you and drags you to one of the balconies on the outskirts of the ballroom. Then night air blows across your face.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to say anything.” Finn glances past you. “I’ve been trying to get you alone all night but Ren has been watching you closely. I didn’t want him to know where we went.”

He was watching you?

“That’s what that commotion was,” you say, smiling slightly.

“A distraction,” Finn says with a laugh. “And a good one. We got away, didn’t we? Anyways. What did Phasma want?”

Finn leans forward and rests his forearms on the balcony railing.

You mimic him, if only to buy yourself time. For some reason, you don’t want to explain in detail. “She’s worried about something happening in my district.”

Finn must pick up on your reluctance to share, because he avoids pressing it. “I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier. We can help you. You just have to trust us.”

“Us.” Your brow furrow. “You keep saying us. Who are you talking about?”

“The rebels, I guess.”

“Rebels?”

“I don’t know our official title. But we’re the seldom few who want to see a stop to this nonsense and are actually doing something about it. So — are you in?”

“Depends. What am I in for?”

Finn grins. “I’m so glad you asked.”

Part Four here

[summion7]

Professor port: all right dear students today we have something special for you! Each member of every team will be assigned to different regions of the world to assist with local authorities and Huntsman to get more experience!

yang:for how long?!

Professor port: two weeks. Now check your scrolls for your locations as you will be leaving in the morning!

Jaune: man this is going to be bad I can just tell.

Nora: you’ll be fine just that noggin and you be peachy!

Ruby:who says peachy these days?

Weiss/ Pyrrha: I do.

Blake: my mom does.

Ren: well I believe we should eat and pack before it gets to late.

Jnry:yes mom.

Timeskip 4 days later with Jaune .

Jaune:man this kattelox island is a trip! Few grim but they have these rever thing and apparently there is crazy ruins here and there what’s next?

As if invited by the statement a large explosion was heard going off. With that Jaune saw little Lego robots apparently robbing a ice cream shop! Wait scratch that one handed Money to a scared clerk.

Jaune: what’s going on here?!

Clerk: your just in time these little cuties blew up my freezer door because they didn’t want to wait for a lock smith!

Jaune raising a brow: really? Can you tell me why??

Servant bot:miss Tron is not feeling good and has been crying for a long time. We just wanted to see her smile again.

Both the clerk and Jaune were surprised by the reason and the clerk relaxed a bit.

Clerk:why did you feel the need to help this “miss Tron” dearie?

Servant bot#2: she is the closest person we can call mama!

Clerk turns to Jaune:I have insurance and they paid for the food can you not arrest them please?

Jaune smiling: if you like yes.

Turns to servant bots.

Jaune: would it be ok if I accompanied you back to miss Tron? Just to see if I can help in anyway?

Bots:YES PLEASE!

With that the group set off after Jaune reported the incident on his radio. 

Timeskip to Jaune arriving to bonne manor.

Jaune:wow this place is huge!

Servant bot: this way please.

The group moves through the home with their tubs of ice cream making it to a door.

Servant bot #3:excuse us miss Tron we have a surprise for you!

???:Go away! I’m just ugly and useless!

This surprises the group especially Jaune. This woman sounded around his age and to be honest kinda made him think about how he felt first leading his team.

Servant bot #2: please don’t say that miss Tron! We love you and think your the best!

Servant bots 1/3: yeah!

Tron:* sniff* your just saying that.

Jaune:I think they mean it. On the way here they wouldn’t stop talking about all your gadgets and robots and stuff!

Tron:really? Aww babies than-… wait who is that talking.

Servant bot:that’s mister Jaune he helped us carry the ice cream here!

The door was cracked open to show Tron bonne in her messy and sleep deprived state.

Tron: Dummies why did you bring a stranger here !

Servant bots: Because he asked us nicely to see if he could help us make you smile again!

Tron turns to the blonde.

Jaune: it’s true miss. If you like we can share stories and I could make some sweets or something if you like?

Tron:… ok I will give a a chance… for my servant bots.

Bots:Miss Tron! *Proceeds to hug the bonne.*

Tron:cool it ! We have a guest.

Jaune:heh it’s alright I grew up with seven sisters pda is no big deal.

Tron: S-SEVEN?!

Jaune: that reaction never gets old hehe.

The end of the two weeks later

Nora: alright i can wait to share stories with you all once my fearless leader gets back!

Weiss:Where is he away? He should have landed by now.

???:A-Hoy guys whats up? Besides me!

Looking up the beacon students she a large airship moving to dock at the atlas airship port since the other places wouldn’t fit the ship.

Ruby:holy tennis balls!

yang:really rubes?

The group sees the entry hatch open up to show the servant bots rolling out a red carpet. One of them trip near the end Making a noise between *squeak and clank*.

Jaune: you ok #16?

#16: I’m ok.

Walking on the carpet Jaune picked up the bot and placed it on his shoulders.

#16: yay!

Jaune:*chuckles* hey guys I’m back! And I brought back some friends!

Blake: and I thought mime flash mob would be the unexpected thing I saw this week.

Ruby:wait what?

Pyrrha: so who are these cuties Jaune?

Jaune:these are the servant bots. They are so innocent and I’m pretty sure they are almost indestructible. They work for tron.

Ren:tron?

???: THAT WOULD BE ME!

Walking the carpet was Tron Bonne the air pirate turned store manger/clerk before turning back to pirate. No longer was she the little teen who would be stoped by a dense boy in blue armor. Now in her place stood a beautiful woman of 5’6 with g cubs That surpassed both yang and miss Goodwitch and pleasantly plump legs. She also had hair the same haircut that extended to the middle of her back. In the words of slick goku “DAMN SHES THICC!”

Tron:I’m Tron bonne pleased to meet the friends of dweeb.

After introductions.

yang:so kinda wondering why did you all follow Jaune out here.

Servant bot#1: because mama didn’t want to be so far from dad!

….

Rwbynpr:DAD?!

Tron with a massive blush: s-sh-SHUT UP DUMMIES!

Jaune:wait you came to be close and bout open a second store?

Tron:Yes! Wait I mean No! I mean!

Jaune: your so cute! Never change Tron bon!

Rwbynpr: TRON BON.

Tron:Dweeb why! This is so embarrassing.

Jaune: hey I’m really happy that you came to be with me. How about I make up a picnic basket and we go on a wonderful date on a cliff that overlooks the forever fall forest?

Tron:… I’d like that very much.

Jaune kisses her forehead: sounds like a plan.

Turning to his friends.

Jaune: I promise to tell you all about my adventure but I got to drop this off and make a basket up!

Jaune proceeds to grab another servant bot and sprints off to the dorm,

Pyrrha falling to her knees with tears flowing freely: I I was to slow to confess! *sob,sob*.

Nora: I’m sorry Pyrrha I should have been a better wing girl for you.

Tron: so you like Jaune too?

Pyrrha:y-yes I won’t get in the way of your and his happiness. Just promise you won’t break his heart.

Tron:how about I promise to share?

Rwbynpr:share?!

Tron:listen I know exactly how you feel and I wouldn’t want to make any of his friends to feel the same way I did after megadweeb chose his blonde friend. Besides I’m a pirate I do what I want and I want what will make me and him happy. Can you make him happy?

Pyrrha: yes!

Tron:good. Hurt him and I’ll kick your but! Now come on we have a date to get to!

Pyrrha: r-Right!

yang:huh who could have seen the day that Jaune would have two girlfriends?

Nora: I did! I mean have you seen the arc booty! Of course a amazoness and a pirate would want it.

Ren:… true.

[butterflies-died]

Kayaknya aku lebih nurut sama permintaan mama kamu ren,buat jangan mau kalau di deketin km lagi atau respon kamu.

Habisnya sakit banget cara negor akunya,serasa aku hancurin masa depan kamu,gak gitu mah aku ud bilangin kok ke rendy😮‍💨

Makanya kamu fokus ren sama masa depan kamu biar kalau kamu sukses dia mgomong nya baik2 dan sayang sama aku🥹jangan mikirin aku terus kan jadi aku yang di salahin 🥲

Lagi lagi aku gak pernah cerita apa apa aja sama keluarga aku yang mama km bilang atau hal apa aja yang buat aku kecewa dan sedih yang udah kamu lakuin ke aku

Biarlah aku yang sedih atau gak di sukain dari pada aku cerita dan kamu yang gk di sukain sama keluarga aku,itu cuma akan buat kita semakin jauh.dan itu alasan alasannya kenapa aku dulu selalu block-unblock kamu,yah karna aku gak bisa gak ada kamu yah karna aku mau tetep komunikasi sm kamu tapi kamu mikirnya aku kasih harapan.

Berkali kali aku bilang ke kamu “jangan” “stop” eh kamu yang masih kekeh padahal aku gk pernah ajarin km yg jelek2,selalu minta km hormatin mama km dan apapun yang dia buat dia tetep orang yang melahirkan kamu🌻

Kamu tau gak aku nulis ini dimana???

di taman tauuu,bagus banget langitnya blue blue blue ☁️☁️☁️

Aku nulis ini gk berharap kamu baca sih ,pasti kamu ud lupa kalau aku punya deary online 🫠dan karna cuma disini aku bisa cerita bebas aja gak ada yg kenal aku 🫠

[pokemon-rescuers]

*Ren walks with Stardust, the Sylveon has one his ribbons wrapped around his trainer's arm*

Ren: What should we do today?

Stardust: Um…definitely find the next town.

Ren: True…heh.

*Ren keeps walking, he pauses and looks at a lake at two trainers battling there. One throws a pokéball and a Vaporeon stands, ready to battle.*

Trainer 1: My Vaporeon will wipe your Electrike out!

Trainer 2: No way!

*Ren sees a type disadvantage here, he runs up and tries to stop the battle*

Ren: Stop!!! You're at a disadvantage and your Vaporeon will get hurt badly!

Trainer 1: It's just a pokémon, if anyone should be worried about their pokémon getting hurt; it's yours. That pink mess! *He laughs*

Ren: Stardust may be pink but he packs a punch!

*The trainers laugh together, Stardust growls and jumps out in front of Ren to defend him. The Sylveon was ready to battle if need be, Ren looks*

Trainer 1: Two on one huh?

Trainer 2: Sure!

Ren: If you want to battle Stardust, let's do this!

Stardust: We got this!

Trainer 1: Vaporeon use bubble beam!

*The Vaporeon uses bubble beam*

Ren: Stardust dodge it and use fairy wind!

*Stardust dodges and use fairy wind*

*The Vaporeon gets hit and falls over but gets back up*

Trainer 2: Electrike use thunderbolt!

*The Electrike uses thunderbolt*

Ren: Stardust!

*Stardust takes the hit, he gets back up quickly*

*Ren is worried about his pokémon but doesn't show it*

Ren: Stardust use swift!

*Stardust use swift and hits the Electrike*

*The Electrike felt that one for sure*

Trainer 1: Vaporeon use Hydropump!

Ren: Stardust dodge it and finish this with your amazing singing!

*The Vaporeon uses Hydropump*

*Stardust dodges it and uses fairy wind and the Vaporeon and Electrike fall*

Trainer 1: No! Not possible! Vaporeon get up!

Trainer 2: I'm impressed…good job kid…

*The 2nd trainer pulls his Electrike back in the ball and leaves*

Ren: Good job Stardust!

*The two play around, Ren looks at the trainer. The trainer takes his pokémon to the pokémon center, Ren decides Stardust needs to go too*

Ren: My Sylveon was in a recent battle. Can you heal him?

Nurse joy: Of course dearie! Will take good care of him.

*Stardust didn't like being away from Ren but had to get healed*

*Ren waits, he sees the trainer trying to get his Vaporeon out early*

Trainer: it's fine!

*Stardust runs past the Vaporeon, he spins. Ren kneels to him, Stardust wraps his ribbons around his neck and shoulders. The Sylveon jumps up and puts his paws on his knees*

Ren: I missed you too.

*Ren hugs him*

*The Vaporeon sits and shakes in pain, she was tired*

*Ren walks over to the trainer*

Ren: Dude, let Vaporeon rest…they're shaking.

*Stardust nudges the Vaporeon*

Vaporeon: No more…

*The trainer pulls the Vaporeon in the pokéball and leaves*

*Ren and Stardust follows, it was a hot day*

*The trainer was trying to get the Vaporeon to battle, but the Vaporeon was refusing to listen to her trainer*

*The trainer puts her back in the pokéball and leaves her in a hot area*

*Ren comes up and releases her from the pokéball and picks her up, he runs to the pokémon center to save her*

*Stardust follows, very concerned about her*

*Nurse chews Ren out but Ren explained that he rescued her*

*The two wait for a couple days for her*

*Ren holds her paw*

Ren: You'll be okay…Dewdrop…wake up please…

*Stardust puts one of his ribbons on both them*

*The Vaporeon wakes up, very disoriented*

Ren: Hi baby.

Vaporeon: Where am I?

Ren and Stardust: The pokémon center.

Vaporeon: Where's Bob?

Ren: Gone.

Vaporeon: Oh…

Ren: I take care of you Dewdrop.

Vaporeon: Dewdrop?

Stardust: a name!

*Dewdrop smiles and licks Ren*

*The three leave, Ren loves his pokémon*

Ren: To the next town! Make more friends!

*Dewdrop and Stardust agree, they follow him*

Credits:

Pokémon Creator: Satoshi Tajiri

Nurse Joy: Satoshi Tajiri

Stardust: Mine

Dewdrop: Mine

Ren: mine

[two-in-one-skele]

Every Star Needs a Night

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We are now almost three weeks past the first day since G and Yumi have been basically roommates. Times are getting cooler and the streets are betting snowier as we approach Christmas. But, even with all this freezing cold weather, it was busy outside, filled with people either preparing to go on trips or shopping for presents for the holidays. 

Through this particularly snowy day, a man walked through the streets to do neither of these things. With his hair matching the times he heads in... wait, that’s Yumi’s house! Oh, no.

- “I’m hooooooooooome!” says the unknown stranger.

His yelling woke G up and he sat up to see who could that be. It definitely wasn’t Yumi, the voice was much more boyish and lower pitched, almost nasally. As he sat up, he was face to face to a human with white hair with black highlights, green eyes and a bit paler than Yumi. Actually, wasn’t that the exact description of her-

- “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” he yells very aggressively.

Meanwhile, Yumi was at her job in the StarDust Planetarium. She usually doesn’t work on the weekends, but someone took in sick. She was mildly annoyed by this, but since her friend was also working today and she only had to be in the ticket booth for a few hours it wasn’t too much of a hassle. Speaking of said friend, she poked Yumi’s shoulder out of nowhere to get her intention. Considering Yumi was lost in her thoughts it made her jolt.

“Reeen! Don’t scare me like that!” she scolds turning towards her friend. //”Ahahaha! Sorry, Yumi. Didn’t mean to scare ye. I got some new fer ye.” “...? What is it?” she tilted her head curiously.

Ren Deary was a mixed breed of a deer, bunny and cat boss monster. Her fur war beige, she had small horns on her head with bunny-like ears, most of her facial features and paws were closer to a cat, although her tail was like a deer’s. She wasn’t part of Yumi’s brother’s band, but her boyfriend and her friend, who shared a polyamorous relationship with her boyfriend, were members of it. Hence she sometimes worked as a sort of messenger between Yumi and her brother, Yoru. This was one of those cases.

//”It’s about yer brother and the others.” Ren says with a worrying smile. “Did something bad happen?” Yumi asks, worried. //”Well... kinda. They’re sorta in a pickle. The police almost caught them the other day...” she scratches her head. “What!? Was it because of--?” //“Aye... Nami’s parents.” she crosses her arms. “... Are they okay?” she asks, even more worried. //“Aye. They just need ta lay low fer a while. Soooo... they decided to come back in town! In fact, yer brother is here today! Ain’t that great?” she quickly changes to an excited smile. “Shit...” she mumbles //”Wha--?” “I-I gotta go! I-I’ll be back soon!” she says, panicked.

Yumi quickly runs outside and heads towards her house. If he arrives with G there he’ll-- oh god, it’ll be bad. The worrying thig is, she was not too far off what she thought would happen. They are already in a tense situation as we speak.

Yoru grabs a large knife in the kitchen as he thought G was a criminal who barged in Yumi’s house. He is ready to attack the “intruder” but still keeps his distance. G, on the other hand, was still sort of half asleep and trying to assess the situation. He thought for a second that it was a dream but... the human’s eyes was slowly turning redder. Dream or not he was in danger.

-”Did you do something to Yumi!? WHERE IS SHE?” Yoru yells aggressively. *Wait, what?? G replies, worried and confused. -”Oh, so you don’t know who’s house you just barged into!? Okay then... where the fuck is the woman who lives here? Tell me before I fucking make some more cracks in your skull!” he points the knife threateningly. *Jesus fucking Christ I-... she’s at work, dude! he says a little panicked. -”... Heh... Hehehehahaha. At work? ... you fucking liar.”

Before G could even respond, Yoru dashed towards him with the knife, attempting to attack him. With barely enough time for his reflexes, G barely manages to stop him from hitting anything too damaging by both turning Yoru’s soul blue and blocking the knife in between his hand hole. However, even with his pretty good reflexes, they manage to fall on the ground but, thankfully, in the same position.

-”So are you going to me the truth now...? Or are you going to continue lying!? I’ll ask you one last time... WHERE. IS. MY. SISTER? he demanded. *Fuck, man. I already fucking told you! he started to shout. -”You’re a liar... YOU’RE A LIAR AND YOU KNOW IT!

Yoru tries to push the knife further into his hand. G manages to stop him, even though it didn’t really budge much, it still hurt like shit. He grabbed Yoru’s wrist to stop him from moving too much, squeezing it as tightly as he could. Even with that, it did cut pretty deep, his hand was bleeding out DT a little. It was too painful for him to concentrate enough on his Blue Magic. Yoru’s eyes were glowing redder by the second, he needed to say something and quick before he loses control.

*Listen, guy, your sister got called in because someone announced sick at the last minute. She’s just replacing them, dammit! he said, starting to get a little pissed-off as well. -”SO WHAT? Why should I even BELIEVE you!?” *BECAUSE, you fucking idiot, I DON’T want to HURT you! I could’ve thrown you across the damn wall, but I DIDN’T! I’m not your fuckin’ enemy, as much as your name sounds really fucking stupid. he admitted, fairly aggressively.

“He’s not wrong...” Yoru thought. He knows very well the abilities of Blue Magic and their effects. He’s never seen them in person before, but he should have been easily beaten by this man who’s “aura” was much more powerful than him. Maybe even more than it’s user even knows. He lessened his strength on G’s hand hole, however, he just realized something. Did he just say his name was stupid?

-”Wait... e x u s e   m e ?” he asks passive-aggressively. *I’m sorry, but... your name is really dumb. It sounds like a cheesy superhero name a kid would create as a character. he said, flatly. -”W h a t ? What the fuck is wrong with the name ‘Yoru’!?” 

He was confused, but also kind of angry. I mean, who wouldn’t be? However, it seems this confusion is mutual. What?

*Wait what? Your name is ‘Yoru’? I thought it was-... -”What the fuck did you think it was!?” he asks angrily. *Uhh... Hyper... So-... Something...? I don’t remember it was so fuckin- -”HYPER SO-!? Pfff-heheeHAHAHEEHAHA H-HYPER FUCKING SONIC!?” he burst laughing. *Y-yes, thats what- -”HHHEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHA!”

G was even more confused. Yoru, on the other hand, was laughing hysterically. He couldn’t believe his name was- what the fuck did his sister tell him!? It was so fucking funny though, it was like he completely forgotten about his previous anger and aggressively towards G in an instant. His laugh was much more tolerable, in a sense, than his sister’s though. It resembled more like an actual laugh or, in this case, a loud and quick giggle. Okay, yeah, he believed him now. Only his sister would’ve done a stupid reference like that.

He removed himself from G, sitting on the sofa and was about to ask him the question, but he was cut off by him, as he also wanted to ask seemingly even more important questions. He was more confused than Yoru.

*I mean... that’s what she told me. I probably should’ve known it was too stupid to be your actual name... Sorry about that. -”H-no, it’s okay. I guess you didn’t get her Sonic reference.” he giggled. *Yeah, well... what the fuck is a ‘Sonic’? he asked.

He wheezed and started laughing again. Holy fucking shit. He couldn’t breathe anymore he could barely even stand. G was even more confused. I mean, what did he say that was so funny? Well, unfortunately, he didn’t even understand the accidental “meme” he just referenced by pure coincidence. However, that’s what made it funnier to Yoru. 

However, G was weirdly glad that he was laughing, he can’t really help it, he loved seeing people genuinely laugh. Even if said person tried to kill him earlier with more or less of a good reason. Speaking of which, his hand suddenly started to burn again as it was bleeding a bit more from the cut Yoru made earlier.

-”Ah, shit I totally forgot. I’m really sorry about that!” said Yoru, nervously. *N-no it’s fine. I-I’ll live. G painfully replied. -”Give me your hand, I can heal you.” he insisted. *No, I- -”Give me your hand!”he shouted in a commanding tone.

G hesitated of obeying him. I mean, he didn’t exactly trust humans, it doesn’t help that this one in particular tried to kill him earlier. Besides, as much as he may be a wizard, compared to his sister, he’s probably not that good in magic either. He gave in, in the end and, to his surprise, it seemed like he probably judged this man too quickly. The large cut in his hand hole was slowly closing up as healing magic surrounded their hands.

-”Are you surprised? I’m much better in magic than my sister.” he giggles. *Y-yeah.. I could te- OW! -”Yeah, sorry, it might hurt sometimes. I mean, I did cut deep in your bones. It’s harder to heal.” he chuckles nervously. *Well, you could’ve told me that. he replies a bit passive-aggressively. -”Haha! My bad.” he laughs even more nervously. *...

This man was strange. Despite being seemingly as kind as his sister, G just couldn’t shake the feeling of being creeped out by him. He just couldn’t really put a finger on it. But maybe he might be a little bias, partially for a good reason. Either way, it didn’t take long before his hand was healed. It, unfortunately, left a scar, though, but he didn’t really mind it was barely visible and anyways he had worse scars, for one, the ones on his face.

-”Here you go! You’re all-”

There was a sudden thud, a multitude of them, they were quick and seemingly getting closer. Then the door was unlocking itself, nervously and violently opening. Yoru quickly held a grip on the knife he previously had, just in case. However, it was not needed as finally a familiar face had almost violently and quickly opened the door. It was Yumi, who had an extremely panicked and distressed look on her face.

“YORU, PLEASE DON’T KILL G!” she yelled. -”It’s too late, he’s already dead.” he giggles. *I-I’m right here! he says, immediately getting up from the floor. “Aaah, thank fucking God...!” she sighed, relieved.

It was a little worrisome that Yoru could just laugh off a joke like that, but what was even more worrisome is that it seemed like it was a recurring theme. What the hell did he get himself into? Suddenly he was mildly afraid about staying here. However, Yoru joyful expression quickly turned into nervousness.

-”Aaah... but... I did attack him, though. Sorry.” he scratches the back of his head. “Yoru!” she scolds him. -“Sorry! I just thought he was a burglar or something.” “A-are you hurt?” she asks, turning towards G. *I mean... I’m fine, now. “What did you do?” she turns back to her brother with a stern glare. -”I-I cut his hand hole a bit... b-but I healed it! Everything’s fine now, I swear!” he replies nervously.

She still glared at him a bit more, but let out a sigh of relief afterward. She was glad no one was hurt, really. She probably should’ve told her brother about him. I mean, its almost been a month, now.

“Um... I kinda need to tell you something.” she finally said. -”Oh! I need to tell you something too! But... you should probably go back to work, don’t you think?” he reminded. “OH SHIT!”

She just realized that she’s been away for a long time. Sure, it wasn’t that far but running there would take a good 10 minutes and, excluding the time she’s spent here, that’s 20 minutes wasted. She immediately ran out of the house cursing to herself. It was pretty funny for G and Yoru to see her as frantic.

-”Anyway, you name was G, right?” asks Yoru. *Yeah? -”What’s it stands for? ... George, maybe?”  *Heh, no. It’s not short for anythin’, it’s just... ‘G’. he chuckles. -”Oh! I thought it was a nickname or something... Well, ‘G’, how long has it been?” he asks, grinning. *3 weeks... I think? -”That long? I can’t believe she didn’t call to tell me you two were in a relationship all this time!” he pouts. *W-wait what? We’re not- we’ve MET 3 weeks ago!  -”Oooh! H-ho my god, I’m so sorry! I really thought you were- oh my god, this is awkward.” he laughs. *Geez... -”Okay, okay, so- how did you guys meet? And-... what are you doing at her place if you’ve basically just met? I mean, technically it’s been a while but... she usually doesn’t let people in her house this early! Uh-... no offence.” he explains, apologetically. *None taken... actually, it’s probably because we didn’t meet under “usual” circumstances. he admits. -”Oooo! So what happened?”

G sits down on the sofa next to him, basically preparing to explain everything. Yoru turned himself towards him, crossing his legs and laying his arm over the sofa’s back, laying his head on his hand. It was odd to see a human man act sort of “girl-ish”, not that it was a bad thing or anything, but G knows very well how humans treat this sort of thing, which he always thought was stupid, all monsters did. 

Anyways, G started to explain how he and Yumi met. He briefly mentioned how he was recently kicked out of his previous apartment before meeting her, Yoru didn’t exactly know where the story was going, but it was clear that he wasn’t exactly pleased. After G had mentioned that they were living together that’s when the protective brother side of Yoru came back out full force. His eyes were slowly turning reddish over his normal green, crossing his arms and legs, but trying his best t not get mad again. Despite seeing that the other was still trying his best to keep calm, G didn't know if it was safe to continue the story. Which is understandable, considering what happened previously. This man had a shorter fuse than he has.

*Uh... trust me, I’ve never done or thought of doing anythin’ inappropriate to your sister. I’m not that kinda guy. he tried to reassure Yoru. -”... Yeah, okay... I’ll believe you. I’m sorry it’s just that-... she’s all I have, y’know? You can’t really blame me for being really protective of her. Right...?” he tried his best to give a friendly smile. *No, I understand. Besides... I’m kinda a random stranger, after all. I mean... I guess we’re kinda friends but... y’know? Besides... this is only temporary. he smiled back a little awkwardly.

Yoru’s smile saddened a little, slightly twisting his lips sideways. Sure, he didn’t the idea but, G saying something like that was sad. It was almost like ending a friendship before it even started. He remembered that Yumi doesn’t really have many friends, maybe this could be a good opportunity. He shouldn’t be mad about this, anyway, she was an adult and she probably knows what she’s doing. Plus, G didn’t seem like a bad guy, they could be great friends, maybe even...

-”... Be good to my sister... alright?” he said softly yet almost like an order. *U-uh wha--? Oh. Y-yeah... sure. he replies, nervously and awkwardly.

G wasn’t sure where that came from or what he meant by that. It was kind of out of nowhere and caught him off guard, he didn’t want to assume anything so he tried not to think about it or question it. There was a short awkward silence until the doorbell suddenly rang again.

-”Oh! They’re here!” Yoru shouts, enthusiastically. *Who? he asks, confused. -”You know, my band!” he says heading towards the door. *Oh... wait, WHAT?

Suddenly, as Yoru opens the door, four different monsters come in the house. Oh, fuck, this is bad.

>WHAT UP, FUCKERS!< yells the short dark frog-like monster. ~Frederick, do not sshout like that. There are people downsstairs.~ says the gray taller female monster. -”Heeey guys! What took you so long?” [Sorry, we had a little problem. You know... humans and such.] signed the tallest lion-like male monster. °°... Hello.°° said quietly the shorter pale fish-like female monster. -”Come in! Come in!” he insisted cheerfully.

As they go further into the living room and spot G, they all simultaneously look confused. He nervously looks at all of them, he’s not exactly used to being overwhelmed with company, especially strangers. They all look at him in awe like he was some kind of creature in the zoo that was near extinction. It was strange, they were strange, everything about this was strange.

*U-uh... hey. -”Alright guys, stop staring so much, I think you’re intimidating him. You should probably introduce yourselves.” he chuckles. >I’ll start first! I’m Frederick, but y’can call me Fred, Freddy, Rick, Ricky or ANYTHIN’ YOU WANT, really! Oh! And I’m the drummer!< says the frog monster, ecstatic.  °°... I am... Nami, the guitarist.°° says the pale fish monster, shy and reserved with a quiet voice. ~My name is Ssyl Monobuss. I am Frederick’ss adoptive mother and Nami’ss Aunt, as well as the keyboardist of this band.~ said the taller gray female monster with a kind smile, revealing her sharp teeth. [And I am Roland Barry. Syl’s boyfriend and the bassist of this group. Oh, I am sorry, I forgot to ask if he understood me.] signed the tall lion-like monster, completely indifferent. *Oh, no, that’s fine, I can read ASL. And uh... well... it's nice to meet you all. I’m G. he presented himself a bit awkwardly. >Oh shiet, just one letter? That’s so fuckin’ cool! Or... y’have a really bad name and y’don’t wanna tell us!< she giggles mischievously. ~Frederick...~ *No, no it's okay. I actually, uh... well... it’s complicated but, I basically chose the name myself. he admitted. >Ooooh! Nice choice, m’dude!< she snickers. *Thanks...? °°... Where’s Yumi...?°° asks Nami, a little sad. -”Oh, she’s working... you know, filling someone in.” Yoru explains. ~Sshe won't come back too late will sshe?~ asks Syl, a little worried. *Oh. No. I think she might be back soon actually. [Good, we wont have to wait for too-] >Hey, G-man! Mind if I ask ya a question?< suddenly asks Frederick, cutting Roland. *U-uh, no...? What is it? -”Hey, Freddy, just don’t ask any-” >Did you and Yumi fuck...? she whispers. -”... weird questions...” ~FREDERICK. AMPH.~ yells Syl. °°... g-gross...°° says Nami, extremely embarrassed. [*Internal screaming*] signs Roland, despite his deadpan expression. >Come on! I was just joking!< she laughs hysterically.

Holy fucking shit, this was probably the weirdest and most embarrassing experience G has ever been through. He tried his best not to die on the inside, flushing uncontrollably and hiding his face with his hands that are extremely horrible at hiding your face behind, considering the giant hole in his palms. He groaned out of embarrassment, screaming internally. 

Everyone was going nuts, arguing with each other, but mostly with the notorious Frederick, who was still very proud of her act, leaving the poor increasingly blue skeleton to his internal demise. After a few moments, the door suddenly opened. It was Yumi. 

“Hey, who left the-? U-uuuumm...”

She cuts herself from her attempt to scold Yoru for leaving the door open, noticing the rest of the gang suddenly stopped yelling with G in the middle completely blue. Seeing him like that made her a little embarrassed too, despite not knowing why. What the fuck happened?

°°Yumi...!°° Nami ran towards her, hugging her. “O-oh, um, hey Nami. A-anyway, w-what did you guys do to him??” -”W-we didn’t do anything!” reassured Yoru a little panicked. °°Freddy was being gross...°° “W-what!? F-Frederick, w-what did you do!?” she asks, nervously. >Heeey, come on! I said I was joking!< [You don’t want to know.] signed Roland. ”W-well, whatever it is, w-we’re just friends.”  ~You sshould apologize, Frederick. It wass unbelievably rude.~ scolded Syl. >Okaaay... Sorry dude, I probably should've not gone that far. *I-it’s fine... I-I guess? I-I’ll get over it. he shyly reassured.

There was a short awkward silence before Yumi suddenly remembered to ask something. 

“A-anyway, why are you guys all here? Does it have something to do with the thing you wanted to tell me earlier?” she asks, still a little embarrassed. -”Yes, actually!” responded Yoru, enthusiastically. ~Gyftmass is coming in a few dayss, we wanted to go on a trip all of uss together.~ continued Syl. “Really!? Where?”

There was a short moment of silence, everyone seemed happy that she asked this question. It made her even more curious.

“Where???” >We’re goin’ to MOUNT EVERGREEN!< shouted Frederick, energetically. ~Not sso loud, Frederick!~ scolded Syl. [We rented a chalet for us to stay in, it is quite fancy.] signed Roland. “Seriously!? Where did you get all of that money!?” asks Yumi, a bit worried. -”It’s fine, Yumi! I’ve been saving up ever since you told me about it. When I told them, they started saving too! So you don’t need to worry about the cash. Consider it your Christmas Gift from all of us!” Yoru smiled warmly. “Are you sure...?” she asked again, starting to get a little emotional. >Sure we’re sure!< affirmed Frederick, cheerfully. -”We already paid for everything so, you better not abandon us! Besides, I know how much you wanted to go!” he says teased her. “I-I know... it’s just that... I-I’m really thankful a-and happy but... I-I’m sorry.” she started to tear up, sniffling and covering her mouth. ~Oh, Yumi... don’t cry.~

Seeing Yumi starting to cry, they all went to give her a group hug. Well, except for G, who was awkwardly sitting on the sofa, silent the entire time as they were talking about the trip. That’s all he could do really. However, despite not wanting to say anything, he did feel a little lonely as well, as if he was out of place. What the fuck was he doing here?

“Oh, but... w-what about G? I’m not sure if I should leave him here.” she asks, worried. *Uh, no it’s fine. I can stay here, I- -”Of course he can come!” confirms Yoru. ~Ren will not be able to come... she has a trip with her family. Sso we have one sspace free for your friend.~ Syl smiles warmly. *No really, I’ll be fine on my own. he rejects. >Come on! Don’t be a party pooper, G-man, it’ll be fun!< insists Frederick. °°I... agree with Freddy.°° Nami nods. *I-I dunno... I have to tell my boss and- [We could take care of that, if you’d like.] -”Maybe I could help better since I’m a human and all. I know my kind can be rough on monsters.” he smiles wryly *I... “I don’t want to force you. If you can’t go or... if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I just... I mean... n-nevermind.” 

She looked down, a little flustered, tugging on her armless sleeve. They all look at her or a moment, as she doesn’t say anything more than that, but they all understood what she wanted to say. She wanted him to go, it was written all over her face. They all looked back at G, except for Yumi, waiting for his response. Maybe he could’ve said “no” before, but now...

*I... I-I’ll see what I can do. he finally said, nervously. >HELL YEAH!< yelled Frederick, ecstatic. ~If you have any trouble, pleasse do not be afraid to talk to uss.~ [Yoru might be able to find a way to convince your boss, worse comes to worse.] explains Roland. -”Yep, I can always kick his ass, worse comes to worse!” he laughs jokingly. *U-uh, please don’t do that. “U-um... I hope you don’t feel like I forced you to come. I just...” *N-no, its fine. And...thank you to all of you. You’re very kind to just a random stranger. -”Come on, don’t say that. All friends of Yumi’s are friends of ours!”

They all nodded.

*... You’re really all too nice to me.

Despite being a strange bunch, he really was grateful for how nice they were, just like Yumi. He wasn’t sure if he deserved all of this but... this could be fun, right? One day he’ll repay them, for sure.

[arc-misadventures]

Sleepless Nights

Location: Argus, Cotta Arc residence.

Time: Too damn early.

Jaune: Ughh… I’m tired… So, so tired…

Ruby: Rough night, Jaune?

Jaune: Sleep… nonexistent…

Weiss: Did something happen?

Ren: He just came home late last night. He took what you guys said yesterday hard…

Weiss: I see… Is he… Is he okay?

Ren: Well, Jaune’s…

Jaune: Haa… Kill me now, kill me swiftly…

Ren: Mostly okay…?

Weiss: Ouch…

Saphron: Morning guys!

RWBYRN: Morning!

Jaune: Morn… ugh…

Terra: Is he okay?

Saphron: He’s in sleepy, Arc mode, He’ll be fine after he gets some sleep.

Jaune: Only in death…

Terra: S-Should we be concerned…?

Saphron: Nahh; Sleepy Arc’s are just half dead zombies. The worst that happens is that in our sleep deprived state we do… weird, and stupid things…

Blake: Define weird?

Saphron: Oh… Fall asleep in someone else’s bed, potentially with someone in it… Which isn’t bad, Jaune did it to me, and I him when we were kids. Which was really nice because he’s a great hugger, and really helps you sleep at night~!

Nora: Jaune-Jaune is like a teddy bear; soft, and warm… Haa… so nice…

Weiss: He did that to you?

Nora: No, I did it to him, it was really nice!

Blake: That’s sounds like a, Nora thing to do…

Ren: To be fair, she did that to all of us, and it was quite nice.

Saphron: Yeah, we did it to each other all the time as well. The only really embarrassing times were when we were so exhausted we entered the showed, and joined the person already using it. Those created some awkward moments to say the least.

Jaune: I wouldn’t have done it if you just remembered to lock the door this morning, Saph…

Saphron: This morning… O-Oh right! This morning! Yeah, my bad.

Weiss: You did that today with your own sisters?!

Saphron: Relax, Weiss, we’re siblings, and we’ve been doing it for years, we’re used to these kind things.

Weiss: But…?! How scandalous!

Terra: That’s a pretty, Atlasian thing to say…

Saphron: They’ve all got sticks up their butts, what did you expect?

Weiss: Hey!

Blake: True, very true.

Weiss: HEY!

Saphron: Come on honey, pets get a bit to eat, I’m starving!

~~~

In the Kitchen

~~~

Terra: Correct me if I’m wrong, but we showered together, no?

Saphron: I remember the ways the bubbles formed across your ebony skin, you don’t forget a sight like that deary~!

Terra: Then why did you say that you had a shower with, Jaune; I left before you, did he come in afterwards?

Saphron: Nope, I was out a few minutes after you.

Terra: Then why did he say you two were in the shower together?

Saphron: Because he thought it was me, I mean if it wasn’t for the eyes you could say we’re sisters.

Terra: You don’t mean…?

The duo cast a quick look over the table to stare at the unusually quiet blonde brawler at the table. Yang, gave the two a side ways glance before darting away, a deep blush spread across her face.

Terra: Oh… Oh my~!

Saphron: Hehe~! Well ain’t that a pretty sight to see!

Terra: Should we tell them?

Saphron: Nahh, I don’t think, Yang would like the fact that everyone knew that. I think she rather keep this to herself.

Terra: And, why is that?

Saphron: Well, we haven’t called the repairman to fix our walls, so I don’t think she minded that much~!

Terra: Oh, oh your evil! I love it!

Saphron: I know~! Lets just keep this to ourselves, they don’t have to know, besides I doubt anyone, even, Jaune for that matter knows it happened.

Terra: I’d buy that.

~~~

Some Time Later

~~~

Nora: So, Yang…?

Yang: Yeah?

Nora: Just wanted to know if you enjoyed seeing his little sword he had?

Yang: Ain’t nothing little about that sword…

Nora: Is it now~?

Yang: …

Yang: Oh fuck…

[dearest-painter]

Can I request Yandere Julieta and Agustin who Kidnaps the reader from Yandere Pepa and Felix?

If you don't want Love, It's ok!

ON IT MY DEAR!! Also is it just me or is Agustín adorable? Anyways…BACK TO THE REQUEST

I-I feel safe!

Tw: Yandere behavior,Kidnapping,threatening,harm done but not to Reader,mention of abuse

Originally you were actually single and you enjoyed it but some how caught the eye of both Felix and Pepa. They had kidnapped you and you’ve hated them since,but at night you swear you see two pair of feet in front of their door,you weren’t sure until you woke up in Julieta’s room. Completely freaking out Agustín came in and made sure no one heard you. “Hey honey,it’s okay,it’s okay. I understand being kidnapped again must be weird but you gotta understand you bring me and Julieta so much happiness and we didn’t like that you were being mistreated” you were still shaken but understand. “I’ll get you your breakfast honey” Agustin left with a smile on his face which made you feel safe.

It’s now been four months and you couldn’t have been happier! You have two wonderful lovers who care about you and their children don’t seem to mind you in-fact they love you! “Are you sure you wanna come to dinner,Pepa an-“ You hugged your lovers then held their shoulders. “I’m sure,I don’t care if those two are there. I’ll finally have a dinner with my two wonderful lovers family!” Agustín and Julieta couldn’t be more grateful to have you!

It was finally time,you were scared but Julieta and Agustín has your back. You held their hand and walked down the stairs,Isabela had noticed you first and got up and made flowers in your hair. “Hola Mama/Papa/Ren” Yes,their kids now see you as a mom/dad/parent. “Hola Isa! We should go eat” “Sì mama/papa/ren!” You say between Julieta and Agustín,Isabela sat beside Julieta,Louisa sat beside Mirabel who was sitting on Agustín side. “Y-Y/N?” You knew that voice to well…..looking up with a cold face. “Pepa” You didn’t want to waste another minute on her so you turned to Julieta taking a flower out from your hair and putting behind her ear. “Aww thank you dear!” “No problem darling” then towards Agustín and did the same with him. “Honey you are to sweet” “but not as much as you!” You always tried to charm them.

Pepa was mad! She shocked her sister on purpose. “WHAT THE HECK PEPA!?” Julieta was not her normal calm and collected self anymore,this was a Julieta side that you’ve seen only once which is when a man flirted with you. “WIFE/HUSBAND/LOVER STEALER!” Julieta gasped then they both slammed their hand on the table leaning to get closer at each other. “AS IF! YOU WERE ABUSING MY DEAR!” “YOUR DEAR!? ME AND FEILX HAD HER/HIM/THEM FIRST!” “EVEN SO I DIDNT HARM THEM” everyone was watching,you made sure you closer to Agustín.

Julieta was eating her food because her and Pepa got in a physical fight and now was not letting Pepa eat any but made sure you and Agustín did. “I’m sorry it didn’t go good dearie” you giggled then cupped her face in your hands. “It’s fine! We didn’t know that would happen even so! We’re still together!” Julieta smiled and snuggled into you,she’s so happy that she has you. “How about we cuddle?” Agustín didn’t waste a minute and pulled both in a cuddle. Everyone was laughing while telling stories of the past and cuddling.

you felt so safe with your lovers!

[prismatic-starstuff]

Good afternoon!

Today, uhhhhhh... Astarion fic and maybe some Oryx fic, if I can get my brain to Do 🙏

I'm also thinking a lot about Star Wars again, which I haven't in a long time... look, it's not my fault; Darth Vader and Darth Maul were amazing, and Darth Nihilus was amazing (though I can't remember if he's still canon or if they demoted him again,) and although the sequel trilogy got really sucky, Kylo Ren was amazing for a while!

How are y'all today, dearies? What'cha brainrotting about? 👀

[dl-oblivion]

So sorry if I am being annoying for asking these? Can I get headcanons of Shin as a caring uncle? 🥺✨

You’re never gonna annoy me by just requesting things deary, don’t worry!

Shin:

- Shin as an uncle would be pretty fun, but also weary. He’d want to do fun things with his nieces/nephews, but is conscious of the fact that they are the first new generation of his species. (And that if anything were to happen to his brother’s child(ren), Carla would kill him.)

- He loves turning into his Wolf form and having them ride on his back. Almost every-time he has to scope out an area in this form he’ll encourage them to come with him.

- Shin likes giving them gifts but it’s often pretty weird stuff. Like taxidermied foxes, or antique music boxes. He’s an old soul with a ferocious personality.

- It would be a bit more of an adjustment if he ended up having a niece or nieces as opposed to a nephew. He’d be cautious, and treat his niece(s) as if they were more fragile than they actually are. With a nephew, he’d encourage them to start hunting for “prey” at an early age, end test their capabilities more.

- He wouldn’t lash out as much as he used to before at his brother. If something is wrong, he’ll wait until the two of them are alone to argue.

- If his niece(s) or nephew(s) go to him for comfort, because Carla (their father) is being cold or cruel to them, Shin would probably end up venting a bit too. Whether intentional or not.

- By being the more fun uncle, overtime, he’d unconsciously make Carla become a bit softer with his children. I still believe Carla would be authoritarian as a father, but it would make him realize the Importance of really being there them.

- Sometimes he likes giving them caffeine or sugar right before they have to go back and spend time with their father. He humors himself with the thought of his brother having to deal with his child(ren) on a sugar rush.

[warriorofthewood-archive]

☀ ⊰ starter for @vaenndyr  ⊱

     How  easily  time  seemed  a  to  WITTLE  away  the  markers  long  since  inflicted  upon  the  world.  Weeks  had  turned  into  months,  and  thereafter  into  years  and  centuries,  and  all  that  was  once  right  and  fair  seemed  to  shift  into  a  realm  of  INFINITE  possibility.  Rýn  had  long  understood  that  notion,  that  what  once  was  often  would  never  be  again.  That  was  why  she  treasured  time  with  old  things,  treasured  the  moments  where  the  glitz  and  glamor  of  the  Modern  world  could  not  CONSUME  her  gentle  heart.

     That  was  how  the  daughter  of  Bel  found  herself  amongst  a  collection  of  antiques  and  artifacts  from  the  many  long  centuries.  How  lucky  she  had  been  in  this  new  life,  coming  to  meet  the  welders  of  new  magic.  While  UNEQUIPPED  herself,  Rýn  was  trying  to  unlock  the  many  fragments  of  mayhem  and  mystery  lost  to  her  people.  The  very  people  who  spurned  her,  destroyed  her,  and  for  what?  Who  she  was  BORN  to?  But  even  so,  millennia  had  passed,  and  so  many  rich  lives  had  fallen  between  then  and  now. 

     Now  as  the  blooming  sorcerer  supreme  began  his  many  duties,  she  took  interest  in  the  dust  scattered  mystical  items  left  in  her  care.  One  particularly  being  the  Darkhold,  an  ancient  text  most  sought  by  ALL  manner  of  evil.  Delicate  hands  tackled  the  cleaning  and  inspection  of  the  binding,  fully  immersed  in  her  work,  that  was  until  she  felt  the  prickle  of  downy  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck.  A  presence  surely,  even  one  CLOAKED  from  her  sight,  Strange  was  not  yet  due  back  --  so  the  uneasiness  sept  into  her  bones.  Slowly,  the  relic  is  placed  back  into  its  vault,  locked  while  the  girl  searches  throughout  the  room  for  a  sign. 

     “To  steal  from  this  place  would  be  FOOLISH,  even  if  you  managed  to  escape  its  master,  the  items  here  bend  their  wills  to  no  man.”  Perhaps  ushered  to  the  wind,  as  often  her  fears  and  scars  of  the  past  made  her  skittish,  but  this  seemed  real.  The  ice  in  her  veins  seemed  very  real.

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my and Al's birthday gift to our dearie @hxneycake-hxtlines, happy birthday you immortal cutie pie from both of your rens!

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LoL Chapter 49- The Underground

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block (new computer and I still can’t fuckin at you)

Turns out the hermits aren’t the only ones who wish to get rid of Magistrate Dolios.

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Etho drops into the canal below, water rippling without a single drop to disturb the silent cave. Heterochromatic eyes rove across the dark, dank tunnel, waving one hand for the others to follow. Scar comes next, much less gracefully as he misses the last rung and tumbles into the canal with a heavy splash. 

They were beneath the noble district of the city. Grown above the canals like most of Milliara, they built up beyond the lifeblood of Lairyon. Left it behind, to pass through in these underwater canals, until they lead to a fountain, messenger canal, or the rest of the city.

Once Xisuma’s boots are in the water, he sloshes forward without pause. He knows who he saw, he’s just not sure if he believes it. Ex never gets involved with anything. He always waits, watches from the sidelines. When X wanted to fight, it was Ex that stayed behind. When X wanted to be a guild, Ex went on his own. 

He continues on, following the distance sound of scraping and scuffling, harsh against the soft patter of water and trickle of running water. Xisuma rounds the corner, white light reflecting in the distance off the damp walls. He’s so focused on the light at the end he doesn’t notice the movement in the shadows. At least, not until it’s too late. 

A warm hand claps over Xisuma’s mouth, muffling any attempt for him to cry out. Another arm drags him into the darkness, and a wave of fear keeps Xisuma from trying to escape. A warm, low voice growls in his ear, full of menace. “You had your chance, now let the big kids play.” 

“Tris, we’re just supposed to stop the guard, not-” A second, similar voice fractures through the darkness, and Xisuma notices a lock of pink hair, bright against the stone wall. 

“I’m Nightshade!” The one holding Xisuma snaps, loosening his grip on him. “Do you want half the city to know who we are?”

Xisuma manages to wriggle free, and instead the twin faces wrestle each other into the water. Tackling and pulling hair, calling each other names that grow louder and louder. Loud enough for the other hermits to find them. 

Stress realizes who she’s looking at first. “King Sor?” 

“What am I, chopped liver?” one of the two growls, his blue scarf soaked.

“The king?” Tango splutters, snapping his fingers. A flame appears in his hand, and he raises it higher. Sure enough, wrestling in the muck and mud of the swampwater was the King of Lairyon and his twin brother. Yin and yang, dark and light. Their tan skin and rainbow hair- though the king’s much brighter- was instantly recognizable, even if the all white and black suits weren’t enough. 

Grand Advisor Tris, currently holding King Sor in a headlock, glares at the hermits. “Do you mind?” 

“We are in the middle of something.” Sor adds, looking at their audience as he grabs hold of Tris’s fingers and yanks. 

“What are you-” Xisuma starts, confusion clouding his prerogative. Why is the Twin King, monarch of Lairyon, in the canals beneath his own city, tackling his brother and arguing over codenames? Xisuma shakes his head, trying to avoid the fact that he’s standing in front of the king. “Where did he go? My brother?” 

“Where’s Doc?” BDubs adds, bouncing from foot to foot. They have to find their friend. Is he still alive? What do the kings want with a criminal? Why all this, when King Sor has more power than even Dolios? 

“Three lefts then a right, there’s a staircase carved into the wall. It’ll take you to-” Sor has gained the upper hand, sitting on top of Tris, but the advisor isn’t afraid to kick his brother into silence. 

“You are, by far, the worst spy ever.” Tris hisses, but the hermits leave the twins to their squabble in the sewer. Following Sor’s directions, they wind through the secret caves, Tango, Grian, Ren, and Iskall illuminating the darkness. Jevin can’t help but think about when they first began this journey, way back in Gildara. How they wandered dark, wet caves like this. Only to become enraptured into something so much bigger than they could ever have known. 

But rather than a corrupted crystal at the end of this dive, they find the carved steps Sor had mentioned. 

They also find the trail of blood up the rough hewn stairs. Every step up is slick with the ochre, a different size and shape from the one before. At the top of the stairs, a hatch remains closed. Xisuma presses up against the metal hatch, but finds it too heavy to lift. Looking up, he notices a symbol burnt into the metal. 

Ex still uses their shared mark. Even after their estrangement, the swirl and the star remain easily visible. Not like how Xisuma scratched it off everything he owned. “It’s blocked. Stress?” 

“Not a problem, dearie.” The ice mage squeezes her small, limber body between Xisuma and TFC, rolling up her sleeves. Without even breaking a sweat, she forces the hatch open. Light blinds them for a second time, though this much softer than before. Lamplight, enough to illuminate the wooden building, but still soft enough to cast shadow. A chest full of books has been tossed aside, the rug covering the hidden hatch flipped over. 

The hermits crawl out, like an army of ants from the seams in the wood, filling the small bookstore. Ex’s arrival surprises no one, and neither does the twenty something mages in his bookshop. The twin brother of Xisuma looks up, purple eyes meeting the hermits. A lock of pure white hair covers over one eye, and the red fabric of the cloak covers Ex from the nose down. But even with his face covered, the hermits can see the discontent in his expression. 

“He’s in the back. I’d… I’d be prepared.” Ex’s voice remains low and tempered, a bit deeper than Xisuma’s own. He turns away, running fingers across the shelves of books around him, before pulling free an encyclopedia of medicines. 

Scar doesn’t wait, bursting through the curtain into Ex’s living quarters. He follows the trail of ash and blood, until he stops dead. The other hermits crowd in behind him, desperate to see their friend. For a week, he’s been in jail. Just being able to be in the same room was a blessing.

Doc was rested on a cot, bandages covering his legs, his arms, his chest, his face. Blackened skin beneath white gauze. He lays still, eyes closed, clothes in burnt tatters. For a minute, everyone holds their breath, waiting to see Doc breathe his own. When a shallow rise of his chest, followed by whisper of an exhale, escapes from the puppeteer, relief floods the hermits. 

Doc is alive. Hanging on by a thread, but alive. Scar grabs Grian, yanking him to the front and shoving him into the room. “Fix him!” 

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Grian may be rivals with Doc, but they’re still friends. Family. He walks across the silent room, each step a loud creak through the wooden building. The hermits follow in after, a concave audience watching, hoping for a miracle. 

Grian’s eyes begin to glow, and another set of wings appear from his back, and another. A halo rings above Grian’s blond hair, sharp shafts of light piercing the air around him. The archangel kneels beside Doc, lost in the overwhelming power of his magic. A mere pass of his hand over the unconscious criminal begins to heal him. An angelic miracle, Grian simply brushes a wing, and it eases the blackened burns across their friend. 

Doc’s breathing deepens, though he doesn’t wake. Brought back from the brink, from the precipice of death. Mumbo carefully sidles up beside Grian, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Grian, you can let go of your aura.” 

The soothing voice does the trick, as light fades and wings disappear. Grian’s exhausted but forces the glow and sleep from his eyes to see his success. Doc was alive. Doc was stable. 

Doc was safe, with his family again. 

Ex appears in the doorway, hands full of books, potions, herbs, and crystals. But when he sees his patient, no longer bleeding out and struggling to hang on for dear life. He looks at Doc, then Grian, then Xisuma. Dropping his armful of supplies, he waves his hand. “You really have one of everything, don’t you?” 

Xisuma takes a deep breath. He hasn’t spoken a word to Ex in years. What does he say, after so long? What does he tell him, or yell at him, or cry to him? But only one word manages to escape from X’s lips, through his mask. “Thanks.” 

The word surprises both twins, blinking back in surprise. Ex’s lips press into a thin line, and he turns his head away. A white ponytail of hair cascades over his shoulder. “Never say I didn’t do anything for you, brother.” 

“Xisuma, this is your brother?” Keralis questions. They were almost identical twins, in fact. From the structure of their face, the intensity in their eyes. The only difference between the two was Ex’s snow white hair. Hell, they even had them both in ponytails. 

“If he still considers me a brother.” Ex snips, picking up the mess on the floor and carefully placing the books in a stack. 

“I thought you said getting into things would only lead to trouble.” Xisuma looks down at his friend, then to Ex. 

“And by the looks of it, I was right.” 

“But you saved Doc. You used your magic in front of half the city, to save him from burning at the stake.” Xisuma shakes his head, still in disbelief. “Why?” 

Ex stops moving, going silent. His shoulder tense forward, until his head drops. “Because he means so much to you. You may not consider me a brother, but I still care about you. Whether or not this disaster could have been avoided, we’re all in on it now.” 

“We?” Cub picks up on Ex’s words, raising an eyebrow. Of course, there were the royals, but he also remembers the water magic appearing from nowhere, the cactus growing from the woodwork, the black wings in the smoke. 

Ex snorts. “What, you think you guys have been this lucky the whole time? That it was only you idiots taking on the magistrate?” 

He turns, walking out of the room. Assuming the hermits will follow. He assumed correctly. Only a few stay behind to keep watch over Doc, the others squeezing through the aged wooden shop, up the rickety stairs and into a dining room. 

They aren’t alone. Inside, three people are sitting. One with short brown hair, cropped to the side and laying on the top of the table, earthy colored clothes and scarves wrapped around her. Sitting crosslegged in the seat is a small kipling, rocking in place with curious eyes as he looks upon the large group entering into Ex’s study. Finned ears flick against black and orange locks, a slight glow appearing under the kipling’s clothes in the dark room. And in the corner, perched on the flat booth’s backrest, a blonde mane drapes around a serious face, and a pair of jet black wings rustle against the wooden walls. 

The last faces they expected to see were those of the Wanderers.

“Red? Ecto?” Zedaph tips his head to the side, surprised. The last time they saw the three of them, it was before the labyrinth challenge. When the hermits celebrated with Team Crafted, they had already left. Disappeared just as fast as they appeared. And now, they’ve reappeared. Sitting in the middle of Ex’s kitchen, sipping on tea. As comfortable there as they were in that ratty old inn. ‘How do you guys know Xisuma’s brother?”

“It was you three who rescued Doc.” Scar whispers, his voice soft and almost reverent. Water, desert, and dragon. 

“Ex approached us while you and Team Crafted were within the labyrinth. He told us about things we already had suspicion of, but no connected dots.” Avon tips her head back, looking down her nose at the hermits. “We decided the best way we could help Lairyon was to cause as much nuisance to the magistrate as possible, as well as handle certain missions.” 

“This entire time, you were helping us?” Xisuma turns, looking at his brother. They’re the exact same height, purple eyes locked in some years long argument.

Ex snorts. “What, you think you idiots did that all on your own? But it wasn’t just the wanderers that have been helping. Team Crafted has had their hand in this underground rebellion as well. Turns out, they make a lot of trouble all over the place for the arcane guard to deal with, as well as encourage people to tell their stories and speak out against the magistrate.” 

“But then that leaves…” Mumbo trails off, and he turns around at the sound of bickering behind them. Sure enough, the twin rulers are still arguing over their codenames. Mumbo bows, his hands shaking as he remembers all the rules he was taught when in presence of the king. 

King Sor presses one hand over his twin’s mouth to shut him up, and uses the other to wave off Mumbo’s bow. “Please, there’s no-” Sor’s interrupted when Tris retaliates, licking his hand. The king curses, rubbing the spit on his white outfit. “You’re disgusting, brother.” 

“Go on, finish the story. Don’t forget to tell them who’s idea it was to reach out to the mysterious white haired man with connections to Eremita.” Tris scoots in beside Red, and Ecto pours tea for the royal advisor. 

“It was Tris’s idea to contact Ex. I honestly don’t know how he found out about him, but he’s been the conductor of it all. We help fund in any way we can, and he does the research before sending the wanderers and Team Crafted to play support roles.” King Sor doesn’t look like the man the hermits are used to seeing. The king, the ruler of Lairyon. He’s thriving with people, just another person, another friend. 

“But...you’re the king. Why can’t you just depose of Dolios?” Beef questions, the confusion in his voice matched by all of the hermits. Only Ex and the wanderers act as if this was evident. 

They expected Sor to answer, being the king, but with a loud crash of a metal teacup against the wooden table, all attention is turned to Tris. “That monster, that....bastard has been using us all against Sor. Especially me.” Tris grits his teeth hard, jaw tight and set. “You’re too damn soft, Sor.” 

“Soft?! Tris, he was going to kill you!” Sor gasps, tears beginning to streak from teal eyes, across tanned cheeks. His breath hiccups and catches in his throat. “Dolios made sure he had control over everything, including me. In order to do that, he… he tortured Tris. My brother. Threatened both our families. Hurt our closest friends in the royal guard. Sometimes… I had no choice but to let it happen. The things he would have done to the kingdom were so much worse but...at what cost? Did I make the right decision, letting him do that to my own brother?” 

Sor’s knees fall out from under him, and in the aged wooden floor of a bookstore, the King of Lairyon is brought to kneel. Tears fall, all he’s been forced to endure breaking down. And the hermits, despite hardly knowing King Sor, understand and sympathize with him all the same. His family is at risk, the same way their own is. Dolios will stop at nothing to tear both families apart, all for his gain and rise to power. 

Red clambers over Tris’s lap, breaking every taboo and rite to approach the king. She runs over, and hugs the king tight and close. A warm hug, like a mother’s embrace, just enough to calm down the monarch. Such a young man, forced to make so many horrible decisions. After a moment, the king recollects himself. Through puffy, tearstained eyes, he looks to the hermits. “Lairyon needs a hero. There are no chosen ones, there is no prophecy. No knights in shining armor, no kings and our awesome power. This time, the heroes need to be made. And you, the Order of Hermits, were the brave souls to choose to be heroes.” 

“Dolios is using his darkness to gain power. After what you dealt with, we were sure you’d give up.” Tris adds, standing and placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Now, the scars on the royal advisor’s body are clear as day. “But you really are the heroes that will bring back the Light of Lairyon.” 

Silence falls over the room. The hermits, heroes? Just for wanting to help, to do what no one else knew to do? They were caught up in all of this, and multiple times death waited to claim them- if Dolios had his way. They weren’t heroes, just people who chose to fight back. Who chose to make the stand. 

“Dark magic isn’t new.” Ex breaks the silence, hefting a massive, ancient book onto the table. The wood rocks, dumping Avon off it and into Ecto’s lap. “There have been insurgences all throughout history, though the past thousand years have been relatively quiet. Unfortunately about that, almost all information how the dark magic was defeated has been… lost to time. To make matters worse, no reported insurgence has ever been so prolific as this time around.” 

“Alright, how does this help with anything?” Xisuma rolls his eyes. His brother always has such a flair for the dramatics, always getting way too deep into history and his books. Next to the massive tome that Ex is flipping through, Avon stops pestering Ecto. She goes still, even when the desert wizard dumps her onto the floor. A look of fear spreads from her eyes, rippling like a drop of water across a lake. 

“Well, if this happened before with the ancient ones, then it’s likely the answer may lie with the history of Lairyon itself. Perhaps if you-” Ex is interrupted when a massive black pair of wings extends, one smacking him in the face. 

“The spirit dragons are in danger.”