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hannahbarberra162 · 7 months ago

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Struck Twice By Lightning, Chapter 7

18+ MDNI

On Ao3

I feel like stepping foot on the Red Force gives you +100 drinking XP.

Since the Red Force had only left your island a day ago, you knew the approximate location of the surrounding islands. You spoke with Building Snake and told him that if they wanted you to make sake on board, the best island for supplies would be nearby that day. Given the enthusiasm of the crew for alcohol, it wasn’t surprising that the ship was immediately re-routed to the island you mentioned.

In the late afternoon, you were walking the streets of the familiar island with Hongo. You had been to this island many times before to market and sell your sake. You purchased the items you needed for the sake making process and Hongo carried them for you, like the gentleman he was. You wanted to speak with one of your best customers, so the two of you made your way to Friendly’s Tavern. The tavern was run by one of the most curmudgeonly and cantankerous old men you’d ever met, and today was no different. You tried your best to put on a pleasant face, since he bought a lot of your stock. The tavern had some customers drinking already, since it was a little after dinner time. The low murmur of chatter continued while you and Hongo walked up to the counter.

“Hi Archie! Long time no see!” you smiled broadly.

Archie looked up from wiping his counter with a rag. He looked at you like you’d presented him with a dead rat.

“Girl.”

You kept trying to make headway. “I was on the island and thought I’d stop by to say hello. How are you doing?”

“Hello.” Archie did not answer your question, but this was actually an animated conversation between the two of you. You were doing well.

You didn’t hear the talking behind you quiet down, as you were trying to get Archie to say more than one word at a time. Otherwise, you would have dodged the arm that was slung around your waist.

“Archie! How are ya, old man?” Of course, as if right on cue to irritate you, was Shanks.

“Emperor Shanks! So glad to see you again!” The old man said with a bow. He was happy. No, he was practically radiating joy. Whatever magnetism Shanks produced was working in spades on this old codger.

“I see you already know my wife, are you trying to steal her away from me?” Shanks gave you a squish and gave Archie a charming smile. You scowled.

“Girl, that true? You his wife?”

“Technically yes but-”

“Why didn’t you ever say so? I’ll buy every drop of sake you make!”

“It must have slipped my mind,” you said with saccharine sweetness. Shanks leaned his head against yours in what would be seen as a sweet gesture.

“See?” he murmured to you, “I’m good for business.” You weren’t looking at him but you knew - you knew - he was smirking.

“I don’t need your help,” you hissed at him. “I get plenty of business on my own.”

“Once I tell customers it’s Red Haired Shanks’s sake, they’ll buy it for any price.” You nodded at the idiotic bar owner with a smile. Inside, you were furious. You had worked hard to make a name for yourself - without him. Now it was going to be known as Shanks’s sake once the word got out. And there was no putting that cat back in the bag.

Still, you didn’t want to contradict or diminish Shanks in front of others - that wasn’t the kind of person you were. Sure, you’d give him hell in private or just in front of the crew, but you’d never say a word against him in public. He was an Emperor, after all, and his reputation was important.

You were tired of talking to this old goose and left the counter to go sit at a table. Whatever Shanks said to the owner made him laugh and give out bottles - of your brew - for the crew. Now felt like a great time to start drinking.

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You were right, drinking was a great choice. Your sake was phenomenal, of course, and you were enjoying quite a lot of it. Evidently, the crew had been well received by the islanders previously because a crowd came to party with the Red Haired pirates. Some of the men were flirting with locals, some arm wrestling, and some just chatting casually. Shanks was off…doing whatever …you had lost sight of him, and didn’t care to find him. You were sitting next to Yasopp, Gab, and Monster, exchanging jokes and stories. You had relaxed a little and were feeling a pleasant buzz. You heard a distant din getting louder and louder.

“...just to exclude me!” A female voice was raging at Benn. You didn’t look over but you and your friends exchanged looks and started to listen in. Everyone liked a bit of drama now and again, especially when it was happening to Benn. For some reason, when he was involved, it was always amusing.

“We aren’t taking new crewmates.” Benn said to a young woman.

“Is it because I’m a woman? Or that you think I’m weak because I’m a woman?” Ha! Benn was going to have to talk his way out of that one. This was getting good. You had a satisfied grin on your face.

“No, that’s not -”

“Because I see you have a new female crew member. She wasn’t here the last time with you guys.” Wait, why was she getting you involved? You didn’t do anything. You weren’t even actually a member of this stupid crew! Your smile started to falter.

“In fact, I bet I can beat her in a duel.” Oh no. No no no no. You tried to duck behind a laughing Yasopp, who was enjoying the escalating situation. Beckman was trying to calm the irate young woman, who just shouted louder.

“If I beat her in a duel, I get to take her spot on the crew. Hey! Old lady! I challenge you -

Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it - hey I’m not old - don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it

“- to a duel, pirate’s rules!”

FuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuck. Why couldn’t you just have one nice night?

You had to accept. Pirate’s rules meant that if you rejected her challenge, it would be a loss of reputation for the whole crew. You were annoyed at the situation and very annoyed at the woman. The bar was silent, waiting for your answer. You stood up, gave a scathing look to the young woman, and said “I accept.” The bar broke into a raucous cheer. You held up your pointer finger and the crowd hushed immediately.

“As you know, under Pirate’s rules, I as the challenged get to choose the method.”

The woman grinned wildly and laughed. “That’s no matter, I am as good with a sword as I am with a pistol.”

“I choose drinking contest” you said flatly. The crowd cheered even louder than before.

“Wh-what?” The girl looked around at the roaring crowd, unsure of what to do. “That’s not - that’s not something you can-”

“I can and I did. I can choose any method. If I wanted to, we could be having a spelling bee. Let’s get this over with.”

A small table had been cleared and two chairs sat opposing one another. You sat down with a thud in one, arms crossed. This was such a waste of your time - and booze too. You glowered at Benn, even though it wasn’t his fault she had challenged you. He shrugged his shoulders, happy he didn’t have to deal with the lady anymore. While others were getting the glasses and alcohol, you spoke to the woman quickly.

“Listen girl -”

“I am no girl, I am Tiffany of the -”

“Ok, then shut up and listen, Tiffany. I’m gonna say this now before you get too drunk to remember. If you’re gonna make it as a sea-faring woman, you need to know the code.”

“I know the Pirate’s Code -”

“Shut. Up. Not the stupid fucking Pirate’s Code. The Code of the Daughters of the Seas. Rules for she-pirates.”

“Daughters of the seas is a myth. Captain Niamh is just a fairy tale for little girls.” Tiffany tossed her head back.

You grinned wolfishly. “I hope you say that to her face. Now, drink up Tiff.” You handed her the first shot, and took yours in hand. “Here’s to a massive hangover,” you said and downed yours.

~~~

A few hours and many shots later, Tiffany was face down on the table. You took your last shot with ease, slammed the glass upside down on the table, and stood up. You raised your arms in triumph, and your crew applauded and whooped for you. Rockstar lifted you up on his shoulders as you took your victory lap around the bar, laughing and shaking patron’s hands. You were the winner, but you were also pretty drunk. OK, very drunk. You patted Rockstar’s head and asked for him to put you down. You ambled outside to get a breath of fresh air after all the heavy drinking. You were leaning against a brick wall, watching the moon, when someone joined in next to you.

“Hi Sh-Shanks. Come to congratulate me for saving the honor of your cr-crew?” You were slurring - not a good sign of things to come.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I d-did. It was pirate’s ru-rules.”

Shanks hummed in response. “How are you feeling?”

“Great. Never felt b-better.” Why was he being serious now, of all times?

He stayed next to you, not speaking. You were in fact, not feeling great. Your head was starting to spin, and you wanted to lay down. You sank down onto your heels, using the wall as back support. You put your head in your hands, which only made things worse.

“Shanks? Sh-shanks?” You wondered if he had left.

‘I’m here.”

“I th-think I n-need to leave.”

“Figured. C’mere.” He scooped you up to hold you, and you put your head in the crook of his neck. He was warm and smelled like pine sap, and you just wanted to roll up into him. He started walking towards the wharf with you in his arm.

“Shanks?... Thanks for carrying me.”

“You’re welcome.” You were quiet for a few minutes until you couldn’t keep your thoughts to yourself any longer.

“Shanks? I missed you s-so mu-much. I cried for-forever .”

“Is that so? We can talk more later.”

“OK.” A few more minutes passed in silence.

“Shanks? Are you m-mad at m-me?” You felt your eyes filling with tears.

“No, not at all. I just don’t… want to have this conversation now. I think you’ll regret it.”

“S-sometimes I regret le-leaving.”

“Mmm.”

“W-why are y-you being so nice to m-me?”

“Well, you’re my wife, after all.”

“Then may-maybe you can be my hus-husband again, after all.” You snuggled closer into Shanks's neck and closed your eyes, feeling more content than you had in years. You had a distant thought that this was a bad idea, but you couldn’t remember why.

#red force #red haired pirates #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #op shanks #one piece shanks #shanks #op x y/n #akagami no shanks #benn beckman #drinking #shanks x you #women should support women on the seas #mentioned bonk punch #mentioned rockstar #mentioned hongo #akagami no shirayukihime

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night-invader · 11 months ago

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Koko meeting Sensei G, while not knowing that this is the alternative version of her ex husband, who is trying to be good dad after the whole Oni Event (Lloyd is glad that his dad is supposedly back but he has doubts and also has plans to deal with things if this turns out to be emperor Garmadon playing a trick on him)

Basically, TRUST ISSUES

Koko: kids these days, such a handful you know?

Sensei G: oh I agree, miss Koko. My boy is simply precious but he's definitely speeding up the process of my hair going white. I actually found a photo of me and him when he was a baby.

Koko: oh can I have a look?

Sensei G: Of course, miss Koko.

Koko finds the photo of younger Sensei G and his son to be absolutely adorable but she wonders why all of their eyes are red ('Must be because of the camera flash' she thought) and why Sensei G's son looks incredibly familiar.

Sensei G: I was quite surprised that he got father's hair colour but he definitely takes after me the most. He even has my eyes

Sensei G being a proud dad. Koko who doesn't know about her ex-husband's past human form (Wu hasn't told her about it) just thinks it's cute how Sensei G loves his son so much.

Here's me shamelessly advertising my fic of this au: here

Koko when she learns that Sensei G's son is also named Lloyd:

#sensei garmadon #ninjago garmadon #garmadon ninjago #ninjago koko #koko ninjago #tlnm au #show meets movie #ninjago au #ninjago quotes #the lego ninjago movie #the single parents who love their children club #ninjago #ninjago brainrot #ao3 fanfic

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thedo0zyslider · 7 months ago

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New World, Same Old Us - 9K Words

In which a Sheriff falls in love with the first ever criminal he catches, and Oli can't help but fall for the man over and over again.

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Jimmy’s life changes one day, when he’s following behind fWhip. His deputy is leading him through the winding streets of gobland, rambling on and on about the very first criminal he had caught. The Sheriff was trying to listen to what his deputy was saying, he really was, but it was hard to focus on words when he had to dodge goblin after goblin wherever he stepped. They were just so small! He wasn’t used to looking that far down when walking! Or used to looking out for stray and moving tails!

They made their way to where Goblands admittedly unconventional prison was, the Sheriff muttering dozens of apologies and excuse mes as he moved throughout the empire. The citizens seemed to take all that in stride though, giving him kind smiles whenever he misstepped and greeting both the blonde and their emperor. He’s glad they seemed to like him so much, or else trying to navigate through a world that’s way too small for him would’ve been a lot more challenging than it already was.

The prison hangs above a rather large drop, once certainly long enough to kill a man. Or severely injures him, at the very least. And that’s not even mentioning the sculk pulsing threateningly on the cave floor below, and any shriekers and sensors that might be hiding between the stones. fWhip had said, had promised to him and fiercely insisted that there wasn’t a trap door at the bottom of the cage when the Sheriff asked about it, or a hidden lever anywhere nearby, just Jimmy still wasn’t a hundred percent convinced on that.

There is a man inside the prison now, inside the cage that had been empty before. That must be their very first criminal then. Well, their very first captured one, Jimmy concludes rather obviously to himself. Said criminal is hunched in the corner, his back to them. He faces the cavern floor below, presumably staring down at it. Jimmy wonders why anyone would stare at their potential doom like that, and assumes he must be losing his mind in the cage.

“Hey! Turn around!” fWhip calls out as they approach, skittering down the path in excitement. Like a child running to a playground. Jimmy follows behind him, opting for a more casual stroll than his deputy. His deputy, who’s rather too enthusiastic about locking people in cages and punishing them for the Sheriff’s liking. But maybe goblins were just weird like that, he didn’t know. Or maybe fWhip was just weird.

At the goblin’s call the man in the cage lifts his head, and turns to face the two of them. Surprise shows on his face when he sees the Sheriff, and it is quickly replaced by dread. He must’ve been told all about what would happen to him when the Sheriff got here, knowing fWhip and how he tended to ramble. Jimmy can only wonder what this guy was told, and hoped it didn’t make too bad of an impression. But he fears it did anyway.

The man says nothing at first, just turns until his body is facing them. He’s in quite the weird outfit, a white undershirt with a more floral, bright pink one over it; and shorts. With sandals to top it all off, for some reason. His hair is dyed blonde as well, the natural brown color already starting to seep back in. His hair desperately needs a redying, because it does not look good right now. And that’s not even mentioning how unkempt it is. Though Jimmy imagines he would look pretty dashing when it’s properly taken care of…

The man locks eyes with Jimmy as the Sheriff approaches, and then quickly adverts his eyes to the cage’s floor. The Sheriff, on the other hand, keeps staring as he comes to a stop in front of the prison. He feels more than a little mesmerized right now, barely noticing the proud and affectionate look fWhip shoots at him. This prisoner, despite (or maybe in spite of) the roughed up appearance, is the most beautiful man Jimmy’s ever goddamn seen. And he’s friends with Scott and Sausage , for christs sake. Horrible thing to think while standing next to your deputy slash situationship, by the way; but he can’t really help it.

“So Sheriff, what are we gonna do with this thief!?” fWhip says, blue eyes boring into the Sheriff. He looks at him expectantly, like he wants praise for catching their very first criminal. Jimmy, who's still pulling himself away from thoughts of another man, is not going to give it to him. He will not praise the goblin for doing his damn job. “Thief?” He says, surprised, and glances down at the goblin next to him. He doesn’t remember anything about this guy being a thief (even if he does have the face for thievery,) only that he had done something to wrong Gobland and fWhip. Which felt like it could be anything from stealing a bunch of gold to saying a word wrong; with how flippant his deputy could be.

“Were you not listening on the way over here?” fWhip frowns, and his tail flicks in irritation behind him. Jimmy resists the urge to roll his eyes. He hates when his deputy looks at him like that. But he ignores that for now, and pushes the annoyance down. They can deal with all their other emotions later, after the prisoner is settled.

“I was trying not to step on any goblins.” He explains, placing a hand on his hip. The gesture feels a lot sassier than intended, but that only helps get his point across more. In Jimmy’s mind at least. Even if he has to ignore the quick and absolutely unpleasant look fWhip gives him to reach that conclusion. Just another thing to worry about later.

“Well you —whatever.” fWhip cuts himself off with a frustrated huff, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Like he has anything to be stressed about right now. “Remember that sign? In the ancient city? The one that tipped me off to everything being looted? That was him! He stole from Gobland’s ancient city!”

“Gobland wasn’t even here when I stole all that!” The prisoner speaks up, his voice full of indignation. He also sounds tired, probably for a variety of reasons.Being trapped (and probably starved in a cage, because the Sheriff has yet to remind his deputy of ethical imprisonment,) will do that to a person. Jimmy can’t help but think the blonde’s voice is like heaven on the ears, even if it is all worn out and weak. The Sheriff is so wrapped up in that thought, and other similar ones, he barely hears the argument going on around him. “This was just an empty cave!”

“Likely story!” fWhip snorts, narrowing his eyes at the other man. The prisoner makes an equally rude retort in response, which fWhip just has to match with his own insult. Because of course he does. And then the blonde man responds again, and then so on and so forth until a conversation the Sheriff cannot bring himself to care about is going on. Even if half of it is his deputy having rather sad insults thrown his way.

The argument continues around him, but Jimmy barely listens to it. He doesn’t want too anyways, it would probably just annoy him more than anything. Instead, he spends that minute or so thinking about what he wants to do with this prisoner. Though, it’s not really a hard conclusion to come too. The Sheriff had made his mind up the moment he’d set eyes on the man, really.

“Let him go.” Jimmy says, crossing his arms over his chest decisively. The two men next to him stop bickering, both falling into a stunned silence at his words. The prisoner, who;s name he still has not gotten, looks at him in utter disbelief. There’s some hope mixed in there as well, Jimmy notes, and that makes his heart swell. His deputy just stares at him, shocked and mouth hanging open, before he absolutely explodes .

“What!?” fWhip yells out, his blue eyes burning with something akin to betrayal. Jimmy does not feel like he just betrayed his deputy. He actually feels like he did the right thing, when he had been so nervous of doing the wrong thing. It makes whatever betrayal is in his deputy's eye feel like nothing to him. “Sheriff, he stole from Gobland!”

“Was it really Gobland if you hadn’t settled here yet?” The blonde looks back at his deputy, eyebrow raised. In the cage, the prisoner just smirked in triumph. It seemed he’d been arguing that point for a while now, and hearing someone else share it must be nice. Especially with how stubborn and set in his little goblin way fWhip tended to be.

“I-” His deputy stumbles over his words, clearly dumbfounded. Yet he keep protesting regardless, even when it is two on one. Even when the odds are stacked against him, and he is clearly not winning this argument. Stubborn and annoying, just like the Sheriff had been saying to himself for months now. “That’s not the point! ”

“Let him go, fWhip.” Jimmy says, his tone stern. He does not feel like arguing with fWhip anymore, especially not over this. He’d already made up his mind, and that was that. He was the Sheriff , and fWhip was just a deputy . The Sheriff’s word was always final . “That’s an order .”

(In the cage in front of them, Oli feels himself go a bit red. He was glad neither emperor was looking at him when it did, because woah. He liked a commanding voice more than he thought he did! Which he didn’t think he liked that at all. Interesting discovery that was..)

“ Fine.” The goblin huffs, a pout starting to form on his face. Jimmy thinks he looks like a petulant child, sulking after they didn’t get what they wanted. But he resisted frowning at that, not wanting to make things worse. Or incite another argument. So instead he places his hand on fWhip’s shoulder again, and makes his hold firmer than before. He ignores fWhip after that, and the way the goblin stiffens under the touch near instantly.

“There’s a good deputy!” He purrs, mostly to himself. The Sheriff flicks his gaze back towards their prisoner as he speaks, his attention solely focused on him. The lingering pink-tint on the man’s cheeks does not escape him, and he wonders what all that’s about. One of the many questions he’ll have to ask later, it seems. “Now, prisoner, what’s your name? If you’ve got one, that is.”

“The name’s Oli, dear Sheriff.” The prisoner says, lifting his head to get a better look at the Sheriff. His eyes are a nice brown color, Jimmy has to admit. They’re nice to look at, and probably even nicer to get lost in. fWhip is absolutely radiating with emotion beside him, and none of them are the positive king. Jimmy just decides to ignore him until he starts speaking again, which ends up happening a lot sooner than expected.

“He sings a lot.” The goblin remarks, his tone a lot less cheerful than it was before. He even sounds annoyed by the fact, like Oli singing had been an annoying thing about him. The Sheriff couldn’t begin to imagine why, because he was sure this man had a lovely voice. The Sheriff also hadn’t purposefully been kept awake all night by loud, echoing singing in the caves, because Oli learned it annoyed fWhip and then started to do it out of spite. And also to keep his sanity intact while he rotted in a cage, that was also a factor.

“Does he now?” Jimmy hums, probably more happy about that information than fWhip had wanted him to be. A good singer was never a bad thing to have, especially one as dashing and good looking as the man in front of him. This guy could certainly earn quite a bit of cash if he just went around performing. “Well, he’d be perfect for a tavern.”

“Not mine.” fWhip’s pout seems to get even worse as he speaks, and he glares daggers at the bard in the cage. Like he had done something other than steal what the goblin thought he was entitled to. The goblin was not entitled to anything at all, in the Sheriff’s humble opinion. Even if he thought he was. He wasn’t entitled to anything other than the kingdom that had been given to him, and nothing more than that.

Oli protests their words with a loud squawk, flailing his arms in protest as well. For some extra flare and emphasis, of course. “I’m not a bard, though!” He shouts, voice rising higher than intended. The Sheriff cringes a little at his volume, but doesn’t really mind it. It’s certainly better on the ears than when his deputy sounds all squeaky, that’s for sure.

“You are now! The Sheriff said so!” fWhip taunts, sticking his tongue out at the other man teasingly. But it;s not a friendly kind of tease, that’s for certain. The blonde in the cage glares at him, one that’s sharp and unfriendly. His deputy returns it with a similarly nasty look, and probably has a retort just as nasty prepared and ready.

“Let him go now, fWhip,” Jimmy says, sensing the need to step in before Oli can respond. Lest this turn into another argument again. He thinks if he just doesn’t do anything, the two of them could stand here and fight all day long and then some. Which exhausts him to just think about. “You had something else to show me, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I did!” The goblin’s tone gets a bit cheerier than it had been, now that he had something else to think about other than the personal betrayal Jimmy had supposedly committed. Good, it was always great when he wasn’t being grumpy. fWhip fishes the cage’s key out of his pocket without another word, and reaches forward to unlock the thing. Oli just stares at it, dumbfounded, and like he can’t believe he’s free.

After that, The Sheriff praises his deputy again, and then turns away. He says he’s going back up the path, wanting to get a move on. He needs to be home before sunset, Tumble Town’s latest bandit problem keeping him from being gone all day and spending the night in Gobland like he would normally do on a visit, fWhip just nods in response, and says he’ll show him that other thing in just a minute. Right after he points Oli towards the exit of course!

Jimmy leaves the two of them with a happy smile, the spurs on his boots clinking across the ground as he retreats. His deputy wastes no time, and as soon as the Sheriff is out of hearing range, yanks the bard forward menacingly. Oli, who was still in the process of stepping out of the cage, has to fumble forward, desperately grabbing for purchase on the shorter man’s shoulder. If he hadn’t done that, there was a very likely chance he would’ve fallen into the deep dark below, and it all would’ve been over from there. But it’s kinda hard to dwell on that near death experience for long, especially when your captor is yelling in your face right after it.

“The Sheriff might’ve let you go, but you still owe me five hundred diamonds.” fWhip hisses, grabbing Oli’s arm before he can fall; somehow both saving and dooming him all at once. He digs his claws into the bard’s skin, causing him to yelp. It’s not enough force to draw blood, but it’s certainly enough to bruise. For someone so short, he’s surprisingly strong!

“Five hundred!?” He exclaims, struggling against the hold on his wrist. It only makes it hurt worse, and Oli lets out a yelp despite himself. fWhip seems to relish in the sound, and claps his hand down harder. “That’s too bloody many!”

“It's equivalent to how much treasure you stole. ” The goblin snaps, and seems to resist racking him with his claws. He glares at Oli with more vitriol than he had when they first met, clearly upset by something he had done. Which was weird because he hadn;t done anything but sit in a cage! For two weeks he’d just sat and starved in a cage!

“I was literally here first! ” Oli says, like he’s been saying and protesting for weeks now. It doesn’t matter how many times he argues and reasons with the goblin, or how much sense he makes, the bard has yet to get through his thick skull. And even now, as he’s leaving jail and it barely matters anymore, he feels hopeless that he’s never going too.

Something, something that Oli later figures out is jealousy, gleams in fWhip’s eyes as he lets go of his arm. The blonde snatches it closer to his body, wincing in pain when he goes to rub at the injury. “Well I don’t care!” Gobland’s ruler snaps, turning his back on his former prisoner. He starts going up the path again, leaving Oli behind with one last yell. “Just get out of my empire and get me my diamonds!”

Oli watches the man leave in stunned silence, rubbing his still aching wrist as he goes. He doesn’t really know what just happened, his brain only processing that he’s finally out of the cage. He’s standing on stable ground for the first time in over fourteen days. fWhip had said to get out, but his legs barely feel like they used too from all his recent inaction, (He certainly won’t be getting him those diamonds though, that’s for sure. Even if he can walk again soon.)

He watches as fWhip scurries after Jimmy, jumping on parts of buildings and whatever else he can until they’re eye level. When they are, the Sheriff rolls his eyes fondly, and accepts the kiss he is given. The goblin seems to smirk triumphantly at that, and then they continue walking away from the prison, until they are just figures lost in the city's neverending crowd. That kiss was deliberate. That kiss was supposed to send Oli a message.

And it sent one alright, but probably not the one fWhip had wanted.

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Oli is there when Fwhip and the Sheriff break up. So are Scott, Gem, and Sausage. It is a rather awkward ordeal. It is also a rather quick ordeal, and a situation everyone leaves right afterwards because holy fuck what the hell was that. If the situation had been more nuanced than it was (read: two people being equally shitty to each other), and if a few more of them had been involved any longer, this would’ve been a friend group ruining event. Thankfully, it isn’t. Because even in the relatively short time Oli’s been here, he finds that he quite likes this group of friends, and would like to keep it around longer than his last one.

Everyone had known fWhip and Jimmy were in a relationship, or a situationship; something like that. They hadn’t labeled what they were, but the two also weren’t very subtle about it either. Public affection was very much on the table for the relationship, much to every other person’s dismay. Oli swears everyone has seen them kiss at least five times, maybe even more. But the affection hadn’t stopped the cracks from showing in their dynamic.

Jimmy and Oli had a blossoming friendship after the latter's release from jail, something that fWhip didn’t seem very fond of. It was one of the many things the goblin wasn’t very fond of, actually, considering how many fights the couple had. In public and in private. They usually weren’t very intense fights, no screaming matches or anything, but the bard knows that having small arguments with someone every day isn’t really the healthiest thing in the world. Especially when you’re in a relationship with them. It’s just a lot of negative energy is all, and he doesn’t know how those two deal with it. Or how they’re even still together.

All that energy comes to a head on the breakup day, as the bard has dubbed it, after a small prank on the Sheriff. They had just trapped him in a jail cell for a little bit, and it was meant to be nothing more than a harmless prank. Jimmy clearly did not see it that way, and was frankly pissed as hell when they finally let him go. Everyone seemed to get the hint that they had gone too far this time, and backed off. Everyone but fWhip, that is, who just kept giggling to himself. Which he probably shouldn;t do, because he was the deputy and all, but the goblin did it anyways. The lack of respect just upset Jimmy even more.

A fight happens rather quickly, after Sausage gives Jimmy his stuff back. Sanctuary’s ruler looked like he had some quip to say, but thought better of it. Especially when the Sheriff turned to fWhip, and started questioning his loyalty. Ya know, the loyalty he promised he had? Yeah, Oli could tell this was gonna get nasty fast, especially when the goblin started walking away from his Sheriff. Because that was gonna make everything better. Yep. Ignoring him would totally work. And the Sheriff just followed behind him, as he was always going to do.

“What was that fWhip? What was that!? ” Jimmy yells, throwing his arms up in the air. He follows his deputy angrily along the half finished train tracks, looking like an absolute force to be reckoned with. The goblin whips around to face him, and the rest of their small group can only watch in silence as a full on fight brews under the summer’s sun.

fWhip snaps a response back, his tail lashing against the ground behind him. His expression is clearly upset, for a myriad of different reasons. Jimmy’s own expression twists again, and he yells back at his deputy. Oli sees Gem and Scott exchange a glance, while Sausage just stares at the ground awkwardly. Well, no one had expected the day to go like this when they pranked Jimmy. But now it was. That was fun. Oli didn’t do anything, just watched the fight unfold in silence. He didn’t really know what else to do anyways.

The topic of Oli gets brought up, and the bard feels three sets of eyes turn to him. He doesn’t say anything, or even meet a single stare directed towards him. He just watches the fight continue on, and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He has nothing to say, and saying anything would probably be a bad idea if he did. There was nothing helpful he could add.

Oli doesn’t really feel like he’s responsible for this breakup. Even if the breakup hasn’t really happened yet, but is clearly about too. From what he’d seen, it’d be a long time coming. It’s not like he could control what Jimmy thought of him, or how he looked at him. All Oli could do is not flirt with a taken man, and he had done exactly that. He had treated Jimmy like he treated everyone else, ignoring the Sheriff’s clear interest in him, and whatever interest he himself might’ve had in the latter.

Jimmy changes the topic of their final couples fight one last time, and that’s when it all goes wrong. They all watch as fWhip gets fired right there, in the town he was the deputy of. They all watch the last kiss that happens, and how Jimmy pulls away from it sharply. The air is tense after that, and Sausage makes the correct call to book it before something else happens. Oli can’t really blame him, though the way he scurries away is a little funny.

The Sheriff says one last thing to fWhip, who doesn’t say anything back, and will not for the rest of the afternoon. Then the blonde turns his gaze to their three remaining friends, and also the fleeing silhouette of Sausage in the air. His eyes settle on Oli, and the bard has never wanted to disappear more in his life. And usually he likes it when the Sheriff looks at him…

“C’mon Oli, let's go!” Jimmy says, turning his back on his ex partner and all their friends. He stomps towards the train tunnel, and calls for Oil again when he realizes the blonde is not following. The bard follows him this time, feet dragging across the sand floor of the mesa, not knowing what else to do. Other than have fWhip’s jealous stare try to burn holes into his clothes and have even more suspicious ones make him feel self conscious, that is.

He follows the Sheriff back to his house, and doesn’t leave till they're sure everyone is gone and no one wants to yell at them anymore. It is a very awkward few hours, but Oli can’t say he regrets it. They were hours spent with his beloved Sheriff, after all.

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A month later, Oli finds himself back in the mesa, whistling a tune to himself as he strolls through Tumble Town. He’d gotten a new outfit since he was last here, fully accepting the bard label he’d been given. Even if he’d done so a little begrudgingly. He’s also managed to get himself an instrument, maybe using those charming good looks and that rugged voice the Sheriff had first mentioned to swindle it. Or maybe he had gotten it in a more legal manner, or handmade it himself!? Who was to say, really.

He follows the paths throughout the town, only a little unsure of where he was going. The bard had only been here once after all, and that day was disastrous enough that he ended up forgetting the layout of this place. Also he didn’t like thinking about that day anyways, and pushed the memories down on purpose. Meaning he was extra screwing himself over when it came to navigating Tumble Town. But it’s fine! He has to find the building, or the person, he’s looking for sooner rather than later!

He does, in fact, find the building sooner rather than later. Even if he did need to ask for directions from a kind looking local. And whaddya know! The Sheriff, the very man he wanted to see, is standing right near the saloon’s door when he gets there! What a lucky day! So when the bard is close enough, he calls out his friend’s name, and can’t help but be filled with joy when the blonde’s eyes light up upon spotting him.

“Oli! What can I do for you today!?” Jimmy says, tipping his hat for extra flare. The bard cannot say why, but he loves when the Sheriff does that. Even if it’s only like, one of the first few times he’s seen Jimmy tip his hat. He still loves it regardless. It’s just an endearing thing to him, for a reason the bard can not yet name, and doesn’t really care top right now.

“Oh, nothing much, Sheriff!” He hums, his instrument securely strapped to his back. “But letting me play a tune or two would be real nice!”

“Why of course you can!” Jimmy flashes him a grin, holding the saloon’s swinging door open for him. What a gentleman the Sheriff is! “Your song should bring in plenty of patrons!”

“That is the goal!” Oli winks, and dips inside the building. He doesn’t miss the way Jimmy’s eyes widen, and his face turns a bit pink. He has no time to tease the blonde for that look, the patrons who had spotted him already getting excited over a bard, and some music to go with their drinks. So Oli throws the Sheriff a smirk as he unstraps his guitar. Jimmy just stares, looking a little dumbfounded, as Oli starts the first of many songs he will sing that day; and earns the first few pennies as well. Thankfully for him, there is a lot more where that came from, and the bard will be leaving Tumble Town with his pockets full of gold. Literal gold as well as the metaphorical kind!

The saloon closes several hours later, right in the dead of night. Oli packs up his stuff, his instrument and bags of change, feet aching from all the dancing around and the shows he had performed; near non-stop for hours and hours. Jimmy holds the door open for him once again, flashing him that same grin he had earlier. Oli returns it this time, not getting far before he flops down. He just needs to rest a minute before he heads back home, maybe even stay the night in his friend’s empire. Or, well, what’s left of the night that is. There’s some shuffling behind him before the bar is locked up, and a case of something is set nearby before the doors swing shut for the day. It seems Jimmy has grabbed them some beer, like the good lad he is.

The two of them end up sitting on the outside steps, talking quietly into the night. Talking about everything and anything, about whatever comes to mind. Oli has a beer in his hand, sipping from it in between words. He’s trying not to get too wasted, wanting to carry all his money back home sober.. Jimmy,who’s looking at the twinkling stars next to him, has no drink. It’s not smart to get drunk on a work night, after all.

The Sheriff has been a lot nicer to be around ever since he fired his deputy, at least in the short bursts of time Oli had seen him. Before, he would’ve been all upset and cranky about having to stay up this late. Even with Oli. But now he is quiet and gentle, a stark contrast to his attitude before. And when the bard had seen fWhip a few days ago, handing over twenty or so diamonds (because the little guy would just not stop nagging him about it,) the goblin seemed to be doing better as well. It seems the breakup had been the right move for both of them, even if it had come about in a rather disastrous way.

“Where were you from, before this?” Jimmy asks into the darkness, curiosity lacing the edges of his tone. His voice draws Oli away from thoughts of fights long passed, and back into the present. The Sheriff is looking at him with wide, curious eyes, and the bard finds he has to tear his gaze away before he gets too flustered to respond.

“Somewhere pretty far away.” The bard says, moving his own gaze up to the stars quickly. Right where Jimmy’s own had been, before becoming near permanently fixed on the man beside him. Oli can’t help but feel a little self conscious under those brown eyes, maybe because of how pretty they are. “No one around here would know it.”

“Well then, what was it like?” The Sheriff inquiries, finally taking a beer for himself. He cracks it open, and takes a long sip from the can. The bard waits till he is done, and till he has taken his own long sip of alcohol, to say anything back. This is starting to feel like a conversation he needs to be drunk for, unfortunately, and he prematurely grabs another can out of the case; setting it next to his leg with a clink.

“...There weren’t that many of us,” Oli begins, looking off into the distance. A pang of longing shoots through him as he speaks, choking him up. But he keeps talking despite it, desperately hoping he doesn't sound like he’s about to cry. Because he kinda is really close to crying right now, gotta be honest. “No more than fifteen of us lived there I’d say.”

“No one else made it out.” He adds more quietly, then takes yet another sip of beer. Yep, this is a conversation he’d rather be drunk for. Some unpleasant memories of his old home are already starting to come back, and he hasn't even described anything of substance yet. The bard hadn’t even mentioned all the people he missed, and already found himself choked with grief. Tonight was going to be a longer one than expected.

“Oh-” Jimmy says, and cuts himself off with another drink. It seems he doesn’t know what to say to that, and figures it’s best if he lets Oli keep talking. The bard can’t really blame him for being a little unsure. He had just dropped that fourteen he cared about, and considered his best friends and family, fucking died, after all.

“You….remind me of an old friend from there, actually.” Oli hums, switching thoughts to one of those long gone people specifically. He’s pretty sure that had just been Jimmy, and that old world was just their weird past life no one but the bard remembered. It’s the explanation that made the most sense, considering how different all his old friends acted. And how the people that hadn’t been from their old world were completely unknown Oli.

“Do I?” Jimmy’s voice is soft now, but curious at the same time. He rests a comforting hand on top of his friends, and fiddles with it until their fingers are twined together. Oli lets him do so without complaint, enjoying the touch more than he thought he would. He wishes Jimmy would hold hands with him more.

“Yeah.” The bard says, a smile forming on his face as he remembers the old Jimmy, and all those forms he had taken throughout their lives. He’d liked that dumb candyman power the most. Mainly because that outfit had made his old flame look far too dashing for his own good. He does like a man in a suit, after all. “But in a good way.”

The Sheriff takes another sip of his drink, and finally turns his eyes back to the sky. Oli relaxed more, now that no one is studying every move his face makes. He wonders if they’re watching the same stars while they talk. “..What were they like?”

“Mm, they were stubborn. And kinda silly. A bit too reckless.” Oli muses, running the memories over in his head. Yeah, that Jimmy had been quite silly. Especially with all those deaths he had. But that same silliness is what made him so endearing, and why Oli had ended up liking him as much as he did (and still does .)

“They died, didn’t they?” Jimmy mutters, his tone quieter than it’s been in a while. It’s a stark contrast to how he was standing in front of this building, screaming his heart out at a goblin who didn’t care only a month before. Oli can’t say he hates the change.

“Yeah.” Oli responds softly, and then promptly downs half of the beer can he’d set aside. The Sheriff says nothing against it like someone would expect him too, just gives his friend a comforting squeeze of the hand. Oli squeezes back, and holds on tighter than he intended too.

“I'm sorry.” Jimmy mumbles again, and sets his now empty can to the side. He didn’t even know when the Sheriff finished it, but the drink is now long gone. The blonde doesn’t grab another one from the case either, all his attention now fixed on the bard in front of him. It makes Oli feel so horrible and so special all at the same time.

“It's okay.” The bard doesn’t feel like crying right now, even though any other person would probably be sobbing if they had to talk about all this. Even if Jimmy is clearly worried about him balling his eyes out. He’s either become numb to all the pain, or the beer is making him act funny. Oli is gonna go with the latter for his own sanity. “I think they would’ve liked you a lot.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Jimmy flashes him a small but comforting smile, and stops holding his friend’s hand. Oli can’t help the pang of disappointment he feels at that, or the newfound yearning for human contact that’s nestled itself in him. It’s probably for the best Jimmy let go anyways.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He hums back, and then falls silent for the rest of the night. Quietly, Oli leans his head on the Sheriff’s shoulder, his half full beer can now being forgotten. He doesn’t know why he drank so much of it, doesn’t know why a whole can and a half of beer sounded like a good idea when they were literally sitting outside a saloon. He didn’t even like beer that much. He would’ve preferred to get all sad over a cocktail.

But Jimmy had brought it outside just for the two of them, so it had felt rude not to at least drink one can. (Even if a fruity margarita would’ve been so much nicer on his taste buds….) So he’d drank the beers anyway, because maybe he likes the Sheriff more than he wants to admit, for a bunch of more reasons he also doesn’t want to admit.

Jimmy finishes his own drink with a hum, and wraps a warm arm around Oli’s shoulders, protecting his bard friend from the night’s chill. And that is how they stay until sunrise. Sitting in front of a closed business, snuggled next to each other with half drinks around them, and lightly sleeping against each other.

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The Festival of the Rift comes around, and Oli finds himself way more excited than he’d thought he’d be. He’s practically bouncing off the walls with how fidgety he is, and worries he’s gonna break the small ticket stand he’s set up at the entrance. He can’t help it though, his own bloody festival is about to start! The bard has never done an event before, and has made sure this one will be a success. Unless someone messes it up, which is likely possibility knowing the attendees.

The fair goers start trickling in slowly, each forced to pay a fine at the entrance. Or else bad things will happen, as Oli vaguely threatens. And maybe also threatens a random pig or too to get his point across even further, and subsequently get his money. He lights up when the Sheriff arrives, False trailing just behind them. He noticeably does not threaten the Sheriff upon his entrance, and sweet talks the money out of him. False, (who he hadn’t threatened either. Mostly because he was scared of her,) just gives the two of them a knowing look as she walks into the rest of the fair grounds.

After all the guests have arrived and paid their diamonds (ones he would be paying back to fWhip within the next few days, because he was always pestering him about that debt,) Oli decides it’s finally time to explore the festival grounds, and see what all his friends have set up. Through, despite all the nicely designed and somewhat interesting stands and shops that have been set up, it’s the most plain one that catches his eye.

“What’s this over here then?” Oli says, spotting a wooden both. It had popped up without him noticing, like a lot of the stands on fair grounds had. This one is smaller than the other ones though, and probably the smallest one by far. It’s a simple thing, four walls with a entrance door hidden in the back and a lobe lectern placed inside, the book atop it already opened to a page; as well as a window at the front for customers. The gold star symbol above said window tips Oli off to who’s stand this might be as soon as he sees it.

“Oli!” Jimmy’s voice rings out excitedly, and his head pops out of the window. He beckons the bard over with a smile, and Oli knows he can’t help but see what's happening here, even if every other booth looked a million times more interesting. Not when Jimmy was calling to him like that. “This is the compliment stand! Where you leave a nice note about the Sheriff!”

“Is it now?” He says, suddenly understanding what the lectern and only the lectern was inside the stand with his Sheriff friend. And also having an idea for what kind of compliment he wanted to give. Though it was probably different than whatever Jimmy had initially made the booth for. “Well, allow me to leave one then!”

“Great! Here’s a piece of-”

He cuts Jimmy off, leaving the poor Sheriff looking rather befuddled; paper still clutched in his hands. Oli can’t help but smirk as he speaks, giving a quick glance to make sure no one else was around. He didn’t want anyone walking on their very personal moment that was about to happen, and was sure his friend wouldn’t like that much either.“Oh I won’t be needing paper for this compliment, dearest Sheriff.”

“Wha-”

Cutting him off for a second time, Oli leans over the stand’s counter, grabs the Sheriff’s face in his hands, and presses a quick kiss right onto his lips. It’s nothing more than a small peck, but it makes his whole being feel alive like it never has before. Jimmy doesn’t kiss him back till the very end, when Oil needs to pull away. But the attempt to reassure Oli that his advances weren’t unwanted, and that he hadn’t just ruined everything good they had going.

“Well Sheriff, I’ll be seeing you at the concert later!” He says, pulling away quicker than intended. He also runs off quicker than intended, too flustered by his own flirting to do anything else. He just leaves Jimmy standing at his booth, dumbfounded and red faced; the unused slip of paper still clutched in his hand. And if anyone asks either emperor why they’re so flushed, and blushing and smiling throughout the whole festival, both will deny anything ever happened. That kiss, that moment, was there and there’s alone to share.

Later that afternoon, Jimmy comes to see the dragon egg. He listens to Oli’s songs, doesn’t say anything about the very personal decorations lining his tent thingy, and compliments his attraction when everyone else leaves. He looks at the bard like he’s made of silver and gold, like he’s something valuable. He’ll even give him more compliments after the festival, even after the rift incident, and tells him he had a lovely concert for them all.

Oli knows he can’t be blamed, when after everyone has left the festival and the sun is starting to set, he pulls Jimmy inside that handmade crystal cave on the fairgrounds, and kisses him for the second time ever. The Sheriff kisses him back, and Oli knows he never wants to leave this man. Not ever, ever again.

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They kiss again behind the saloons bar on a Tuesday evening, illuminated by the low lighting of the bar and nothing else. The bard thinks he’s in heaven when it happens, just as he did the last two times he’s kissed Jimmy. He can barely believe he’s kissing him a third time when that happens, even after everything and all the progress they have made. The blonde feels like the luckiest man in the whole wide world.

The bar is closed when it happens, and it’s only the two of them standing behind it. Oli can barely remember how they got there, just that they had been teasing each other. Maybe with more than a few drinks in their systems, to up the flirting just a little bit. And yes, the blonde did get his fruity cocktail this time, thank you for asking.

Suddenly, in between laughs, their faces are closer than they’ve been since that fateful festival booth, and the bard knows he has to take this chance. He has to take this chance, because he’s probably never going to get it again, with how the world likes to fuck him over. So, when both their slightly drunken laughters calm down, Oli leans in as a little tease. Jimmy takes it as a challenge, like he takes everything as. He steadies them both with a hand on the bard’s waist, and fiddles with the loose fabric under his fingers. The blonde just feels his breath hitch, and moves so their faces are practically touching. To make his intentions more clear than they already had been.

Oli closes his eyes, figuring it'll be less awkward if he does that. He isn't sure what Jimmy’s doing, not until he feels a gentle hand, the one not on his waist, reaching up to hold his jaw. The Sheriff's hold is nice and warm, and Oli is like a moth to a flame. He leans into it before he even knows what he's doing, and feels Jimmy’s heartbeat skip a little afterwards. Whoops.

They stay like that for a moment, before Jimmy tentatively presses their lips together. He seems rather unsure about it, like this might be unwanted, until Oil presses back rather insistently. (This is very clearly a wanted advance, for christ's sake, he'd been teasing the Sheriff for weeks! They’d kissed twice already! This man is so stupid sometimes, and it’s way more endearing than it should be!)

It is….a very hesitant kiss, despite their past ones, but the Sheriff's lips are soft and warm against his own. Warm, like everything else about him. Warm like the mesa he lives in, and soft like the way he holds the bard. He feels alive again, and never wants this to end. Not ever in a million years would he want kissing Jimmy to end.

But they have to move back eventually, the need for air outwinning every other thought in Oli’s head. He gasps to catch his breath, and gasps again when Jimmy leans in for another one. Finally! This man gets the hint! The bard kisses him back happily, and doesn’t mind when they kiss a few more times after it, again and again and again, until people get too close to their little hiding place. Only then do the two of them separate, laughing quietly once more, and stumble back to the Sheriff’s house, far past each of their bedtimes.

It is the best night of Oli's life. He wishes he could relive it over and over again, and tries too for months and months afterward. The universe does not want him too, and he stops relieving it far quicker than he ever would have wanted too.

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The last time Oil stops by Tumble Town, the place is in complete and utter disrepair. He stares at the rundown buildings in a worried sort of curiosity, wondering how they would’ve gotten in such a state. Jimmy is normally very good at keeping the place tidy! Though, he hasn’t stopped by in several months, the patrons in Chromia being a lot more generous with their gold, so it’s possible all this decay was gradual. Which is a lot more worrying than it all being recent.

He sees something as he walks through the eerily silent town, something blue and mossy clinging to one of the fading buildings, and the bard immediately stiffens. The signature signs of the fae are here, right in the middle of the mesa. And that can’t be anything good, not in the slightest. So he quickened his pace, worried out of his mind about what could’ve befallen his favorite Sheriff.

Oli finds Jimmy by his house, clearly loading bags onto a horse's back. His personal horse, Bullseye. So he’s going somewhere, presumably for a long period of time. And with all the abandoned buildings, the empty town, the general lack of life and the bloody fae hanging around, it’s not hard to figure out that the Sheriff is abandoning his home. Jimmy is leaving the place he;d built from scratch, where he’d made all these memories with the bard, and Oli can barely believe it’s happening.

“Jimmy!” He yells out, doing so without even thinking. He has no idea what he would even say after that, and half hopes the Sheriff did not hear him. He absolutely did. They are not anymore than ten feet apart. Oli has successfully snuck up on a fleeing man.

“Oli!” The Sheriff whips his head around, panic clear in his tone. He obviously hadn’t been expecting to see Oli before he left, if the newfound fear in his eyes said anything. Like leaving him without any fucking warning was an okay thing to do. “It’s not what it looks like-”

“You're gonna leave, aren't you?” Oli says, arms dropping limply to his side. He doesn’t know what else to do with them, for once, except just let them fall. The action seems to upset the Sheriff for a moment, a small frown crossing his face. Good, let him be upset. The dirty deserter…leaving like this…

Jimmy says nothing in response, he doesn’t even meet his bard's gaze for a last time. The Sheriff just turns his back on his lover, and stares blankly at the wooden walls of his house. Oli can’t even muster a snarky response out like he wants too, emotions gathering in his throat. Because he’s losing Jimmy. He’s losing Jimmy again and he knows there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Again. He’s losing Jimmy again .

The Old Sheriff calls from somewhere, and Jimmy turns his head to where the noise came from. The old man needs help with something, it seems, and has unknowingly provided the Sheriff an escape from this situation. The bastard. Oli is almost grateful for the distraction, because he doesn’t know where else this conversation was going. It wasn’t anywhere good, that’s for certain. And he doesn’t wanna be another fWhip.

“I have to go, Oli.” Jimmy says, giving the bard one last hopeful glance. Like he hadn’t been trying to leave without telling him. Because apparently all those kisses and what not meant that much to him. He looks at him like he has anything to be hopeful about. Like he isn’t shattering a man’s whole world as they speak. “See you later?”

“You won’t, because you’re leaving.” Oli spits, and promptly turns tail and runs. Jimmy doesn’t even call after him, just stares sadly. He looked like he wanted to kiss Oli, before the latter had run away. The bard doesn’t know if that would’ve made that hurt more, or have made it hurt so much less. He’s glad he didn’t stick around to find out.

And that is the last damn time he ever sees the love of his life.

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Right before he leaves, the Sheriff gets invited to a funeral. He gets invited to Oli’s funeral. His friend had died suddenly, seemingly jumping off a roof. Or maybe falling, but all the people who had seen said it looked like he jumped. When Jimmy gets the invitation, he stares at it blankly for a minute, and then tears it up in grief. He didn’t even get the chance to see where the ceremony was, and has to figure it out when he arrives at the Olipeligo two days later.

The remains of the paper go right in the trash, along with that stupid letter fWhip had sent. One about trying to make up or whatever. That trash is then thrown to the fae, so the three things ruining the Sheriff’s life can all be in one place. He barely cares that it makes the blue substance spread across his mesa more. He’s leaving right after the funeral anyways, and never coming back to this dumb empire he’d made ever again.

Pix is there when he arrives, and is the only other emperor to be. Eddie from sanctuary is there too, the fling Oli had in his first few months of being here. They hadn’t been involved in months, but it seemed the rabbit man still cared enough to show up. There are a few more rabbit people, who all probably came with Eddie, and a few people from wherever who had liked the bard’s singing. It is a small funeral. Jimmy hangs in the back the whole time, cowboy hat hiding his face. He doesn’t give a eulogy. He doesn't think he could speak if he tried.

The cherry petals fall around them as the processions come to a close, the staple petals of this lovely beachside empire. Pix gives him a comforting pat on the shoulder as everyone leaves, and Jimmy barely even acknowledges he did it. The Sheriff is too busy staring off at the ocean, and trying not to cry. The man he loved the most is dead, and it is only fueling his desire to run away more and more.

(Unbeknownst to him, a boat is sailing its way upstream, towards where the festival grounds lay. Oli is leaving, because he knows this world is not for him. His death was faked, and he hadn’t stayed around to watch the funeral like he had wanted. Besides, possibly seeing Jimmy again would just make it harder to go. So he rows away quietly, and ignores that pain in his chest as he does. [He wishes he had kissed his love one last time..])

Jimmy leaves the Olipeligo before the sun sets fully, and meets the Old Sheriff on the outskirts of the mesa. He’s surprised the old man actually showed up, and he didn’t have to drag him out of the old, run down bar or something. But he’s here on time, horse and supplies in tow, and that’s all that matters.

The Sheriff sets off into the distance with his companion, never to see these lands again, and aching for the person they had taken from him. For the part of his soul he is never going to get back. He wishes he had never settled here. He wishes Tumble Town had been built elsewhere. Maybe then he wouldn’t be running. Maybe then Oli would still be by his side.

#jimmy solidarity #ron.fic #oli theorionsound #olidarity #solidsound #empiresshipping #empires smp #tw alcohol #tw death mention #IT GOT OUT OF HAND AGAIN. THIS WASNT SUPPSOED TO BE 9K #anyways the beast is done. i need to lie down

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concidineart · 3 months ago

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A ficlet for @fwhimmy-week! See the read more below or the AO3 link above!

PROMPT: Trick or Treat

A King and Queen of an undead village invite rulers from far flung lands for a sordid game.

Two by two, their boats reached black sand Before the cracked gates of a grim island. A King and Queen greeted their far flung guests, Told them how to beat their game and be the best: Knock on each door and though you ask for a gift, Through treasures and trials you each must sift. Each emperor wore a frightening mask To hide their faces during their task. Joey and Pixl in matching demon horns, fWhip and Jimmy as fish they both scorn. Pearl arrived in a ghostly mauve shawl, Then into the town crept one, three, all.

Jimmy rowed the boat to the coordinates Katherine had left him. Pixlriffs sat across from him and let out a low whistle as they approached. Jimmy twisted in his seat so he could see as the rowboat rocked through the tide onto the island’s dark banks. Holy moly. The island was not the cute flowery fair Jimmy expected from Katherine. Her instructions to dress as something frightening made sense now. He stowed the oars in the bottom of the boat as Pixlriffs secured it to a rotted fence post.

“I’ve arrived!”

Jimmy frowned and looked back to the water to see fWhip hauling his own boat onto the shore. Sat in the boat with his arms crossed, glaring daggers at Pix, was Joey. Dressed as Xornoth.

“Well this is awkward.” Pix muttered and looked down at his own Xornoth outfit.

Jimmy, dressed in a squid guard uniform, was glad he hadn’t taken Katherine’s instructions too literally. Three people dressed as Xornoth would be ridiculous.

Jimmy couldn’t make out fWhip’s costume yet; He was wearing a big cloak with the hood up. Maybe that was the costume?

“Come in! Come in!” Sausage crowed at the four of them from beyond a rusty gate.

He looked ghastly, sallow skin and bloodshot eyes. Beside him, Katherine was dressed as adorable as ever, in orange and black overalls. She clapped her hands with excitement.

“You made it!”

Her excitement was infectious and Jimmy grinned. “Do you like our outfits?”

Before she could respond, fWhip pushed past Jimmy. “Are you ready for mine? Are you ready for mine? I came as the most terrifying thing ever!”

Then he flung off the cloak revealing a scaly leather tunic, beaten copper fins, dark glass eyes. He was a cod . Sausage feigned being sick with fear as fWhip twirled around to face Jimmy baring his teeth. He was wearing a custom cast mask that looked a lot like the Codfather Head. That! That silly sausage!!

Jimmy bopped fWhip over the head with his prop spear. “Leave! Leave! Leave now.”

The windows were dark, the chapel bells quiet, But rulers rapt on locked doors, eager to try it. “I got weakness?” yelped fWhip, jumping back quick. The King and Queen laughed, “Yes, that’s a trick!” Monsters, ghouls, and nightmares crawl from the ground. “Why’s there a baby drowned runnin’ around?” From gnarled fingers fell a diamond block. Jimmy held up his treat for others to gawk. “You’re winning! Keep going!” Urged the dead King. Fiercer they fought: “Jimmy, You took my thing!” They dug into graves, knocking each casket, And out flew treats and tricks to any who asked it.

The moment Sausage hinted that prizes might also be hidden in the graveyard, fWhip raced to the fresh-turned earth and nearly broke an ankle sliding into an open plot. Jimmy slid down beside him and fWhip elbowed him aside to pound on the propped up coffin.

“Hey!”

The lid cracked open; claw-like fingers curled around its edge.

“Trick or treat?” fWhip and Jimmy shouted in unison.

The skeletal hand (Sausage’s necromancy was kinda cool when he wasn’t using it to invade the Cod Empire.) cracked the lid askew and extended something toward the two of them. Jimmy pushed fWhip into the wet earth, snatched the object, and scrambled out of the hole.

“Jimmy, you took my thing!” fWhip’s dirty face popped beside the closing coffin.

Jimmy stuck out his tongue and opened his fist to see what he’d gotten, only to groan, “I got a slime ball…”

“Ha!” fWhip called as he crawled from the grave.

The blood sheep chapel had burial plots on either side, so Jimmy sprinted through wet weeds and wild tulips to see if any on the opposite end were similarly disturbed. Sure enough, piles of dirt and grim caskets greeted him. Jackpot!

Katherine joined him at the same time as fWhip.

“I had to try this.” She giggled nervously and politely knocked on one of the caskets.

Jimmy, in the grave next door, gagged as his coffin opened, releasing a rank stench. A more freshly rotten limb placed a heavy green gemstone into his palm. His mouth dropped open and he held his arm up triumphantly. “I got an emerald block!”

fWhip and Katherine looked over simultaneously. Each with puffed cheeks, holding a cookie with a bite missing. “I got a cookie.”

Jimmy grimaced “Graveyard cookies? Guys, no…”

fWhip and Katherine shrugged and tapped their cookies together like they were doing a toast before taking another bite.

“Sounds like a man who didn’t get a cookie.” fWhip raised his eyebrows at Jimmy.

Bags of jewels, poison bottles, spiders and gold Until from the church tower, the bell finally tolled. Sat in the pews, as rulers counted their loot, fWhip held out a white tulip, pulled up from its root. “Jimmy, you may have this flower.” fWhip said. “But it's nothing; don’t let it go to your head!” “Right, fWhip.” said Jimmy “I have to be fair. Have my white tulip too. Not that I care!” On the altar, the King’s severed head dripped And the Queen laid his body down in the crypt. “His skull is your prize!” hissed the Queen. “That is, ‘til next year’s Halloween!”

Jimmy didn’t win. But neither did fWhip. In fact, Jimmy did a lot better than fWhip and he was feeling a little smug about it. He didn’t often compete against fWhip and not leave feeling like a fool (One or two notable exceptions warmed Jimmy’s heart when he was feeling particularly petty).

Jimmy walked down the path back to where they stowed the boats, tapping his fingers over his prizes. Small valuables, bits of refuse, and a white tulip. Jimmy snorted softly. Exchanging tulips had been silly. But Jimmy couldn’t let fWhip one up him, so Jimmy had to gift him a flower back. It wasn’t Jimmy’s fault the only other flower he had was also a white tulip.

“This was fun.”

Jimmy looked up. fWhip was walking beside him, cloak folded under one arm and cod mask pushed up the same way he usually wore his goggles.

“Yeah.”

Jimmy bent down to untie his rowboat. The rope jerked in his hand and he looked up to see fWhip had climbed in and was getting out the oars from beneath the middle seat.

“Pix.” Jimmy said and looked over his shoulder for his friend.

“I’m sure he can figure it out. Get in, Jimmy.” fWhip leaned back.

Jimmy stepped in and sat. fWhip heaved on the oars, pushing the boat away from the black shoreline. fWhip started rambling about helping Sausage and Katherine build the haunted village, rowing steadily in the direction of the Codlands, and Jimmy untensed his shoulders. He stroked a petal of his tulip and smiled. Treat, not a trick.

#empires smp #empiresblr #fWhip #jimmy solidarity #esmp s1 #the halloween event that mythical sausage and katherine made for everyone #mcyt #I tried doing rhyming couplets for this #it was #very hard #so there's prose mixed in as well #fwhimmy week

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hheartsdramas · 1 month ago

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I guess this tumblr is just me documenting my live reactions as I watch dramas, here’s inside my head while watching the last 4 episodes of Blossom:

Ep 31

is her dad the biggest idiot on this show or a secret scheming mastermind?

ugh I thought we were shot of Lady Wei when her brother died

and why did Ji Yong have to go evil?? naughty boy and not in the fun way *shakes finger at Ji Yong*

the emperor sucks, I can’t wait for him to die

I don’t know what to think of Ji Yong anymore. like he’s keeping Dou Zhao safe but the way things have gone I can’t put it past him to let Song Mo die

this episode made me so angry, I want to smack so many smirks off of so many faces

Ep 32

Dou Zhao’s dad’s backbone always grows only when its way too late to really matter

I literally squealed “PUPPY!” because I am a cliche

oh god whatever this substance is I hope Song Mo can hold onto his sanity and stab Evil Eunuch Guy in the face

do you think spitting blood is written into every studio contract? what happens if an actor or director wants to try conveying illness/injury some other way?

this dream sequence!!!!

grandma’s back! girl where have you been shit’s been going down and could use a little matriarch smack down energy

did anyone else notice that the moon isn’t magically full in this episode? doesn’t actually matter to anything but it makes me laugh to notice what the moon does in cdramas

are they trying to make uncle out to be a good guy? a double agent of some sort? I don’t understand and I don’t buy it. he’s horrible and deserved a much shittier death

honestly this version of house arrest looks divine

Ep 33

I’m glad An Su has finally started recognizing that the flags are RED red but I fear t won’t end well for her

why do poisoned emperors always put things together when they’re about to die and not, like, the one of the first five times their wives smile evilly at them?

ohhhhhh okay so empress does have a backstory and now I totally support women’s wrongs. kill that rotten man!

this idiot emperor I—

how do you make taking medicine romantic? well you make one of them dying and delirious and the other trying to save them by doing mouth-to-mouth delivery of the medicine. like with a baby bird.

I’ve decided the white hair is hot, but it’s more that he’s hotter the less put together he looks. cuz this “I’ve been delirious but got tumbled by my wife” look with all the tendrils is a good one

there have been so many tertiary dude characters in this show I don’t even remember who this Gu Yu is or why he cares about Song Mo or why he’s easily convinced to commit treason

wait! Dou Zhao what are you doing there, this is so obviously a trap I can’t even

well this was obviously a trap, I shouldn’t have doubted…or should I have? oh no, I shouldn’t have

except that’s a lot of soldiers

FINALLY someone stabbed Evil Eunuch Guy!!!

are Song Mo’s soldiers wielding…trees? what am I looking at?

okay folks final episode!!!

so Ji Yong didn’t go evil? phew that’s a relief

damn that acupuncture point must really be something else

“kindly return” in Dou Zhao’s letter to the crown prince is honestly peak comedy

I’m sorry did you see that man duck because he somehow KNEW his wife was about to save his ass? destined for sure

Song Mo that punishment is DIABOLICAL my jaw DROPPED

“do you really want to leave me?” sir you are old and an idiot and his wife is beautiful and puts out. it’s really no contest

OH FUCK YEAH AN SU!! (I guess this is supposed to be emotional but honestly I feel bad exactly zero amount)

the emperor gave him the antidote? wait ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT AWFUL MAN HAD THE CURE THE WHOLE TIME

ohhhhhhhh. *grumble* I still don’t like him

I’m honestly surprised that we weren’t all terrified when we found out Dou Zhao was pregnant because with genes like that any child would be an absolute terror (affectionate)

personal headcanon: An Su and Official Su are girlfriends. (took til the last episode to find a decent sapphic ship but I’ll take it)

and they all live happily ever after yayyyyyyyy

I had a great time with this drama! Nothing spectacular or awe-inspiring, but highly entertaining and beautiful to look at with a satisfying ending, plus a well-matched, drama-free main couple. I’m glad MZY and LYR are getting their due for it!

#cdrama #blossom

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blackjackkent · 2 months ago

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Oho, the Emperor speaks up near the Elfsong if you haven't been to its hideout yet.

Poor Rakha cannot walk a straight line to anywhere without getting interrupted.

Given that she's feeling all mixed up about the Emperor rn, and Lae'zel's rescue is by far the top-of-mind priority for her, I'm going to have her stash this idea aside to revisit later, and continue on to Candlehallows.

It's a pretty nondescript-looking little shop. Rakha definitely wouldn't have been giving it a second thought if it weren't for the notes she found in Alexander Rainforest's basement.

Rakha and co. stake the place out for a bit, watching to see if they see any of the doppelgangers Rainforest mentioned. But there's no sign of activity, and in fact the place seems completely deserted.

(A/N: I still have no idea why this is in the mailbox of this building:

)

Rakha is no particular dab hand at lockpicking, and it takes considerable doing to manage to get the door of the place open without the attention of the guards. (By which I mean this took several reloads. I s2g the locals are more jumpy now than they were when I was here with Hector. But we got there in the end.)

There's nothing terribly Bhaalist at first glance about the little shop. It seems, in fact, tremendously pedestrian, albeit covered with a layer of dust from lack of use.

Everyone promptly biffs the perception check in the shop's back room (I'm not sure I've ever had a person pass it?), but Rakha performs a methodical investigation of the whole place and eventually comes across a sheet of paper laying on one of the desks.

Tribunal. Rakha recognizes the word. She fishes the by now very crumpled parchment with the murder list out of her pocket and squints at it.

Those wishing to face the Dread Lord's Tribunal and enter the Temple of Bhaal (it says at the top) must slay the targets on this list and frame the corpses as a murder by the cult of the Absolute. Bring the victim's hand as proof of the killing. Walk in blood, Aspirant.

"This is the entrance to the Tribunal, then," she says slowly, parsing this out. "The place where the red-dressed dwarf was trying to get, by killing Lorgan."

Wyll smiles faintly. "I guess that explains the doppelgangers going in and out. If we're to do the same, they want us to be carrying someone's... hand." He squints at the paper with distaste. "Don't think we have one of those."

"We have the child of their god," Minthara says dryly. "One would think even a doppelganger might consider that sufficient passage."

Jaheira shoots her a narrow look sideways. "Indeed," she agrees. "But it matters not, regardless. We are not here to make friends, and certainly not to impress their Tribunal. We are here to learn the location of their temple, and I see no reason we should do it in a way that pleases them in the process."

She tilts her head. "Unless - Minsc, you too were with us when we battled Sarevok, so long ago. Perhaps you remember the way to the Temple of Bhaal, when I do not?"

Minsc, who has been examining the aforementioned selection of tongs with great interest, looks up at the sound of his name. "The Temple of Bhaal?" he says brightly. "Yes, Boo and Minsc remember it well, and Minsc remembers the way as clearly as if there were not a century of stone in the way." He lifts his chin proudly. "Down."

The others all stare at him for a moment, and then Wyll chokes on a soft laugh which he makes an unsuccessful attempt to hide behind one fist. "Well, glad we got that cleared up," he says. "Meanwhile, I suppose we'd better figure out what this note means." He peers over Rakha's shoulder again. "Let death be your guide," he says. "What do you suppose--"

"Behind the painting," Rakha says absently. Then she stops abruptly, and her eyes widen - because she had not even noticed the painting of a skull on the wall when she came in. The words were automatic, instinctive, not even requiring thought.

But there is indeed a button behind the painting.

Rakha, despite being visibly unsettled by this sequence of events, nevertheless pushes a fist against the button without hesitation; the bookcase behind her slides aside soundlessly at once, revealing a door behind - on which is painted in blood-red (or perhaps simply in blood) the symbol of the Absolute.

Narrator: The locked door has red text on it reading, 'All are awaited, all are embraced, none shall escape.'

[HISTORY] That text is vaguely familiar - try to recall its historical source.

Narrator: That phrase is Bhaalist. This place has some connection to Orin and her cult of killers. You should learn more about them.

(A/N: LMAO. What an anticlimax. I forgot this door is passcoded. Hector received the password in a note from Orin after killing Gortash, but Gortash is still alive for Rakha, so we will have to get the passcode by other means - specifically, by following the murder investigation questline all the way to the end. Which will be fun, tbh, because I definitely skipped like half of it on my past playthrough. For now... I suppose Rakha just stares at the door irritably and then punches it and walks out again. XD )

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #bjk writes her own party banter #made myself laugh with some of this XD #boutta start stream so leaving it there for tonight #just making some quick progress today #more tomorrow! :D

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andmaybegayer · 11 months ago

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Saw Dune 2, it's amazing that you can cut a solid 60% of Dune and still get pretty much all of Dune in there.

I do get the feeling that in part one someone was like "we can cut Feyd right we don't need Feyd" and then they came around on part two like "Goddamit we're going to need Feyd."

Extremely evil Jessica is great! I love how much scheming she does, it really sells the whole "I would do anything to protect Paul" vibe including giving him the Terrible Purpose. It's a shame that we don't get Alia yet. They delay Paul understanding Terrible Purpose until pretty late and also don't explain the Terrible Purpose at all which is a bold choice. To be fair the books also don't explain Terrible Purpose in detail until Messiah, and only really gets into it with Children.

I don't see a better way you could have tweaked Chani's relationship with Paul here without just doing what the book does. Which like. Okay I am something of a defender of the whole concubine thing on the principle of bizarre space politics. But I do get why they did this.

Pretty much all the changes fall into the "yeah I get why they did this" camp. I'm glad they got Lady Fenring in here but absolutely devastated that they couldn't get her weird little husband in. Count Fenring my beloved you're so unimportant to everything. They did get rid of Paul winning a coffee service, two children, and a concubine from killing Jamis. Once again, yeah I get why they did this. Didn't need to further complicate the deadly space feudalism political marriage triangle into a perplexing desert tetrahedron with stepchildren. Cutting Leto II's existence was a little odd, I feel like they could have done this but I guess if they had they would have had to put Alia in.

They don't do the Sietch Orgy! In general the Water of Life is very rushed. It's a huge slow build up in the books, like, you hear about it from really early on and it looms over Paul a lot more.

They didn't do enough spectacularly weird outfits but they did go hard with the outfits. Big fan of everything Irulan wears in the back half, especially the weird wraparound head pieces. Some good background characters orbiting around Jessica and the other Reverend Mother.

Christopher Walken is such a good choice for the emperor. He looks so tired. Just an absolutely done old man. Jumpscared by Future!Alia being Anya Taylor-Joy. We need more slightly unsettling Hollywood actresses, her schedule must be so busy.

It was interesting seeing this with Czech subtitles because I had to rapidly switch from ignoring the subtitles for English speech to trying to understand Czech with my very limited vocabulary whenever it went into one of the like seven other languages at play in this story.

#dune

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livia25leelover · 1 year ago

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A White Christmas in Outworld

Mortal Kombat 11 : Shao Kahn x fem reader

NOTE : Dear fem reader, this is my very first story I write. I hope you'll enjoy the Christmas edition of Shao Kahn x fem reader. I must mention I saw nobody on Tumblr made the Christmas version for him, so I'm giving you the first one ever Xmas of him, girls. Also the fem reader is chubby, semi chubby or curvy, and needs more body positivity ♡ Myself I am chubby. Enjoy it!!

This year...I'm dreaming of a white Christmas in Outworld just like the one from Earthrealm.

Is a usual day in Outworld's kingdom. The citizens were doing the daily work while the children are playing all day long. At the Kahn palace, the servants were always serving with loyality their vigurous monarchs of Outworld. Shao Kahn the Emperor and his lovely wife Empress Y/N. They married recently and since her influence changed Outworld into a good and better realm, she even brought peace between all realms. Y/N is an earthrealmer, a lovely and kind woman to everyone, with a strong and wise mind into her royal duties as the Kahnum of Outworld. She always haves free time for herself. On the other side, unfortunately, Shao Kahn as an Emperor, almost never had time with his empress or even for himself. Actually they were very busy with modernizing Outworld after they came back from the honeymoon because Y/N wanted to feel like home.

Now once the month december entered, last month of the year, inspired the empress with a great idea! Is actually something special for the orphans. In fact, she is a volunteer of Outworld's orphanage. The project she will be working on requires love and time which must be ready before Christmas so she can bring joy and hope into the little hearts of orphans. Y/N realized that Christmas was missing from her kingdom and that's how she demands officially Outworld will celebrate Christmas for the first time in realm's history. The emperor hearing this, something caused his insecurity about it. Outworld never celebrated Christmas but the citizens are eager for centuries to do it.

Around 2 pm, after hours of royal duties, Shao Kahn returns to the royal bedroom. He opens the door and finds his wife Y/N working on her project. Goodness, she's glowing of beauty! Everytime when Shao Kahn sees her gentle face it brights up his heart even in the roughest days. And he goes towards her.

Shao Kahn : My love... *Says with a smile while holding and kissing the knuckles of her soft right hand*

Y/N : Awww Shao, my sweety! *Answers him with a sweet smile and blushing while looking at him* How are you honey? Everything good in our kingdom?

Shao Kahn : Everything is good...just like your heart, my queen.

Y/N : I'm glad to hear that Shao. Quite and peace.

Resuming her work, Shao was wondering what is she working on.

Shao Kahn : So...can you tell me, my queen, what are you working on?

Y/N : Is a surprise for the orphans. I wanna bring happiness and hope to their hearts. Christmas is the holiday of hope. Is the only way to bring everyone together and spend the time like a family.

Her warm words got through the Kahn's heart understanding her wish and the importance of the holiday. But he's concerned.

Shao Kahn : But my queen, do you think is this a good idea?

Y/N : Of course it is to do it for them! *Answers with joy*

Shao Kahn : No my love. I am talking about bringing this holiday into my realm. Actually...our realm my love. Do you think is a good idea to bring Christmas here?

Suddenly, she turns her gaze to her emperor.

Y/N : What do you mean, my king?

Shao Kahn : Is concerning me...Outworld never had such "jolly" holiday as you earthrealmers call it. Sounds amazing but I have a feeling that is not a good idea. I'm not sure why.

The expression you could read in his eyes made his wife worry about him. Y/N knows Shao Kahn used to be a tyrant ruler he got used with most of the changes they did together in their kingdom. With a gentle voice she asks him.

Y/N : Why are you saying that? Can you tell me why do you feel like that? if you know why.

Shao Kahn : Each change you did in Outworld concerned me at first. And uncomfortable in the same time. But...this holiday should not be in Outworld. It doesn't represent it.

Y/N : What?

Shao Kahn : You heared me well my empress.

She was affraid of that...affraid that he will say those words that might hurt her. She tries not to cry and gets up from her chair, hardly forming words while looking at him

Y/N : That's what concerned you about everything I did for our empire? Understand that all I did is to change it into good this realm. I wanna feel like home...and you know how much I miss Earthrealm.

Shao Kahn : I know my queen you do. But all these are too sudden for me. You know how I was before.

At that moment, he realized what he said did hurt his queen.

Y/N : *Makes a few steps towards Shao* Shao...I miss home.

Shao Kahn : I know well you do, Y/N.

Y/N : Please...understand me.

She looks up in his red eyes that got soften seeing her innocent and angelic eyes. He wraps his arms around Y/N into a warm embrace as he looked down to her. Giving a chance to Christmas won't hurt anyone and neither him.

Under that scary draconic helmet, Shao smiles while caressing gently with his right hand the back of her head.

Shao Kahn : Alright my queen. Let's celebrate it. As long you are happy then I am too.

Y/N : Thank you Shao!

The warm hug they shared together finally broke the tension between them.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Later on, the emperor of Outworld and his loyal queen, left the palace together to check the empire and see if the preparations for Christmas. Y/N couldn't be more delighted! To visit and help the citizens of Outworld always makes her happy. In the same time you can see the passion they put into their work, is reflected in the progress they do. Everything works perfect!

Afterwards, at the orphanage Y/N and Shao has finally arrived. Their visit is always welcome. Again the empress's kindness influenced Outworld. Today's task is to talk and listen just to find out what the orphans are wishing for Christmas. Honestly this is Y/N's favorite part.

But the funniest part of her plan is to ask Shao Kahn to disguise in Santa Clause, actually Santa Kahn, to bring the gifts to the orphans. She hopes he will accept this idea because it will a great entertaiment for them. So the wishlist becomes very handy in this case while working together on it. All orphans came and sat down in circle around the emperor and empress. They watched them both with adoration in their hearts. An interesting thing is that the orphans weren't affraid of the Emperor Shao which is good.

"I want a teddy-bear!", "A pony", "Ballerina slippers so I can dance", "A plane or a flying prototype something like that!", "I wish to have a train", "Can Santa bring me a shield and a sword? I wanna become a knight", "I always dreamed to have my own baby doll", "I need a doll house", "CAR! I wish a car! VROOM VROOM!!!", "A biology book to learn more about plants", "I think a board game would be great. I'd be happy to play it with my brothers", "Doctor's box", "I wish Santa could bring me coloring pencils and paint colors", "Marbles", "I wish to have a tea time set", "I want a ball", "Telephone!", "A drum", "Ice skates", "I think...a water gun", "Fairy wings", "A furby friend...cuz I don't have friends", "I always wanted a Barbie doll!", "Does Santa can bring me a robot toy?", "I'd love yo have a dog", "Lego", "KITTY!!". And that's how the wishlist got full.

Before leaving the orphanage, Y/N checked twice the wishlist while humming the song "Santa Claus is coming to town".

Shao Kahn : Are you ready my empress?

Y/N : Just a moment honey. Hmm... everything is on the list.

Shao Kahn : Good. That's all for now.

Y/N : Yep! it is indeed.

As they were going to leave, one of the nuns offered them a basket gift as a token of gratitude from the orphanage They thanked her and went back to the palace.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

In the royal bedroom, Y/N is sitting on the sofa starring at the view from the window while drinking a forest fruits tea served with vanilla cookies as Shao was searching on his phone about Christmas. He got curious about it, he wants to understand why Christmas is so cherished on Earthrealm.

This little break they have now is some quite time with themselves. For sure they didn't had in a long time that much free time together. Just a moment of peace and refuge. Y/N was thinking how to decorate the palace and get a Christmas tree but she wants to do all these with Shao Kahn, not alone. Indeed she does wish for both of them to spend more time together like any married couple but because they are the rulers of Outworld, they are expected to be a positive example for the citizens and that's what she is wishing for.

For a second she snaps out of her thoughts and asks Shao.

Y/N : Would you like to make the decorations in the palace, Shao?

Shao Kahn : Sure! we'll ask the servants to do that.

Y/N : Actually...

Shao Kahn : What is it? *turns the gaze to her*

Y/N : I just want to do it together...me and you.

She said with shyness, blushing and looking down. Shao's answer is not stern, is calm and happy.

Shao Kahn : Oh, that? Sounds even better my love! I'd love to! How could I refuse you? Of course I'll decorate with you.

Y/N : Really?!

Shao Kahn : Yes.

Y/N : I'm so glad to hear that Shao!

With happiness she jumps towards him to give him a warm hug and as an answer Shao Kahn wrapped his arms around his empress with love. In fact, for Shao to seeing her happy means everything to him.

So for the rest of the day, they remained alone in their room to choose the Christmas decorations to buy for the whole palace.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

The next day, in the morning, Y/N the Empress left Outworld to travel to Earthrealm through the portal. The Emperor of Outworld, honestly, sometimes forgets his queen is an earthrealmer but all he can do is to keep his calm. Definitely he wanted to come with her on Earthrealm just to keep her safe. Y/N was going to make the shopping with her best friend from the Special Forces, Cassie Cage, always glad to help Y/N anytime when is need.

Shao Kahn remained in Outworld to manage the planifications. Under his supervise the whole process according to the plan, everything must turn out perfect : the menu, the Christmas fair and the invitations for the Christmas ball at the Kahn palace.

For the first time, the Kahn palace will serve the Christmas menu. At this point Shao Kahn is an expert in food when it comes about selecting the most delicious meals for the royal spoils for him and his queen, always bringing satisfaction at finest to their taste.

The Christmas fair will be full of fun and entertaiment to bring all families to spend their time with children. It'll be music, games, lights and anything a fair needs. Citizens are eager about it!

Meanwhile at shopping on Earthrealm, Y/N and Cassie finally had the girls time after a long period since Y/N married with the Kahn and became the Kahnum of Outworld. The Christmas spirit is alwyas present in Earthrealm bringing joy to everyone along with the music in each shop and mall everywhere.

Y/N : I'm so happy you joined me at shopping Cassie, thank you!

Cassie Cage : Always glad to help you girl!

Both are enjoying their time.

Cassie Cage : Soooo...did you told him?

Y/N : About what?

Cassie Cage : The stork, sweetie.

Y/N : Ooooh!!! That!! the pregnancy.

Cassie Cage : Haven't you told him yet?

Y/N : Honestly... no, I didn't.

Cassie Cage : When are you gonna tell him?

Y/N : On Christmas. I just want this to be a surprise present for him, mostly a gift for both of us. But...

Cassie Cage : What is it?

Y/N : I need to make time to visit a doctor for an ultrasound exam.

Cassie Cage : I can help you with that! *says happy* You know, you have health insurance from the Special Forces anytime you need it.

For some several seconds of silence, Cassie haves an idea.

Cassie Cage : Hey! Wait a minute! after we finish shopping, how about to take you to the doctor? I'm sure is avaiable today.

Y/N : Sure! That'a a great idea, Cassie!!

Cassie Cage : Thank you! Also, besides that, Shao Kahn only knows you are at shopping. And this is the perfect timing. *smiles playfully at Y/N*

Both are laughting with joy.

Y/N : Oh my god! I need even a dress for the Christmas ball, which you are invited my dear, you can come with your parents only if you want.

Cassie Cage : Thank you Y/N! Can't wait to come at your ball. Also I can help you find the perfect dress.

Y/N and Cassie shares a warm hug of their friendship as they continued the shopping.

Afferwards, Cassie drove in safe to a clinic. Y/N entered inside the clinic to arrive to her appointment. Once she got there, Y/N was soo nervous putting lot of questions into her mind about the pregnancy. But what matters the most is for the baby to be healthy.

After a while, she comes out with a warm and happy smile that you can see even from distance. For Cassie seeing her friend like this, definitely there are good news about it. Y/N said nothing but remained happy holding the pictures from the ultrasound check and for sure she knows what a great gift would be for her husband, Shao Kahn, of how excited he will be.

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Meanwhile, in Outworld, Shao is taking a break from the full schedule and waiting for his empress to return home safety. Oh, and how much he wants to hug her in his warm and protective arms, just to keep her to his chest and never let go!

Speaking of her, his wife Y/N finally has returned home, to the palace. Seeing her, he can't help it...Shao Kahn ran towards her and scopped her in his strong arms, offering her a deep kiss to show how much he missed her, his beautiful empress. They looked in eachothers eyes. You could see the sparkle of love in their eyes that is truly proving they treasure it each second. For the servants, this view brings happiness into their hearts as always, knowing how happy their royal rulers are together.

No eye contact was broken as they heared the Special Forces bringing all Christmas decorations and toys inside the palace. Everything that is in need is here.

And as for the lovely monarchs of Outworld, they are so eager to start the decorations, just both.

Shao Kahn : I've been waiting for you, my love.

Y/N : Awww Shao! honeybunny, I knew you were.

Smiles to eachother and starts the decorations. The colors she chosen where white, gold, silver, red, green and purple. Each room from the palace had a color or two. For example, tbe royal bedroom was decorated with purple and silver, the dinning hall with gold, and the ballroom with red and green.

Now after hours spent decorating the whole palace, the greatest and most beautiful part comes, the Christmas tree. Y/N is excited to decorate it with Shao Kahn, a way to enjoy their time along with the Christmas spirit. The Emperor is going to love this. They placed the tree in the living room. It is indeed huge but it fits perfectly with the quite ambiance.

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A few days later passed, in the Christmas eve, around 2:30 pm, one of the servants came fast as it could to Shao Kahn who was found in his study room reading a book.

Servant : Your majesty! We've got problems!

Hearing the word "problems" Shao's silence was broken.

Shao Kahn : *looks at the servant* What happened?!

Servant : You better come. *trembles in fear and panic*

As he saw the servant trembling in fear, Shao Kahn knew what could be. The servant leaded him outside the palace. And there was the chaos. The Christmas fair wasn't going to be held because of the fights between market workers, arguing about minor stuffs. But inside the Kahn palace...it was even worse... The meals for the Christmas ball were a disaster! most of them were burnt and others were raw. Shao could see how dirty was the royal kitchen turned upside down. In the living room, the Christmas tree was found on the ground. The floor was full of broken globes... honestly, seeing the sight of all these, made the Kahn worry. It was the mother of all disasters! Everything was out in control!

Once he went to the bedroom, opening and then closing the door of it, Shao couldn't believe his eyes! He saw Y/N devastated laying on the bed on the side facing the window, crying and sobbing. She couldn't breath properly. Shao Kahn doesn't like to see her in this statement. Immediately he goes to her to comfort her.

Shao Kahn : Y/N, what happened?

Y/N : I…I…

Shao Kahn : My empress, my love, my heart, tell me, what happened?

He asked as he cupped her cheeks gently looking into her eyes full of tears.

Y/N : What can I say? Christmas is ruined!!!

She says while her tears kept falling on her red cheeks. Her statement makes Shao feel utterly sad. He wipes gently her tears with his big and warm hands, sending calm waves through her cheeks.

Shao Kahn : I saw what happened. Is not ruined my love, have faith.

Y/N : But tomorrow is Christmas. We worked so hard to make everything perfect. How are we suppossed to celebrate it? Is a whole mess what I did! I couldn't manage it alone myself.

Shao Kahn : I know you are very sad and devastated my queen. But I'm sure everything will be alright. I know how much this means to you, Y/N. Indeed we worked hard and putted lot of love in this. Only you bring joy and hope in Outworld…your presence sooths each rough edge of this kingdom. You mean everything to the citizens…you mean everything to me, my sweetheart. Everyone believes in you.

His gentle words encouraged Y/N as she tried to calm while Shao looks in her eyes, wipping the tears of sadness. At that moment the emperor lets everything behind that he had to do and decides to remain in the bedroom with his empress for the rest of the day. Hugging and caressing her his queen gently with love.

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The next day in the morning, Christmas has came. Y/N found herself alone in the bedroom. She got up to prepare to leave the palace to go at the orphanage but while doing this, she sees a note on the dresser.

"Come at the orphanage, my love. Always remember to have faith. Everything will be good. Your Emperor".

The note was from Shao Kahn. After reading it, makes her smile and blush as the words got through her.

When she left, she noticed the palace was quite. The servants were gone. It didn't matter anymore the disaster that was made yesterday.

She had to stay positive as she traveled with the surprise towards the orphanage, dressed as Mrs Claus. When she got there, the kids were waiting for her in the salon. She sits gracious on the chair close to the Christmas tree. In her soft hands it was a book, not just any book. It was a huge book with ilustrations and interaction, they were tridimensional.

The story is about how she and the Kahn met, how love and destiny bringed them together. A love story that united an earthrealmer and an outworlder that it meant even the begining of peace between both realms, Earthrealm and Outworld, that are today living in balance. For the orphan kids is like a fairytale with a princess who is conquered by a prince. Hearing them to say all these made her burst out a laugh of joy.

The orphans asks where is Santa Claus. The empress answers a bit concerned, unsure.

Y/N : Well...I don't know if he arrived but I think he just...

In that moment she is interrupted by Shao Kahn's appearence, wearing the Santa Claus outfit, behind the Christmas tree while carring the bag full of gifts.

Shao Kahn : HO HO HO!!!! Santa Kahn is in Outworld kids!!!

At that moment the orphans were soo happy to see him. The empress remained surprised to see her husband who made her smile...watching the whole view of him listening each orphan kid to say a poem or sing, rewarding them with the gifts they wished for. Honestly is really impressive how it started this day! It was unexpected to Y/N. At the end of it, all orphans prepared a carol for this ocassion to show their gratitude to Santa Kahn.

Afterwards, Shao and Y/N left together the orphanage, happy.

Shao Kahn : Tell me my queen, how it was? Impressed?

Y/N : Yes I am! It was...WONDERFUL!!!

Shao Kahn : Then my queen is satisfied.

Said the emperor with a large smile looking down to Y/N. By no warning, the Kahn makes the hammer appears in his right hand, swings it carefull in his hand and with speed and precise throws it up in the air. Y/N panics a bit but Shao Kahn caught the hammer that fallen right in his hand.

Y/N : What did you did?!

Shao Kahn : You'll see.

Suddenly something white and small has fallen in front of them but more started to fall. Snowflakes? Snowflakes in Outworld? Yes, it started to snow, first snow in Outworld.

Y/N : Awww Shao! You did this for me?

Shao Kahn : Sure my queen. Only for you to be happy. And even for everyone to feel more the Christmas spirit.

He knew this small detail that without snow Christmas can't be complete. Bringing snow in Outworld is truly surprising and will remain in history this moment.

Y/N : I can't believe it! First snow in Outworld!

Shao said nothing, he just smiles watching her twirl around while more snow falls.

On their way, she saw the market wasn't in chaos anymore. Is actually the Christmas fair! How was that possible to pick and clean up everything in a short time? I guess only Shao knows how.

Back at the Kahn palace, empress Y/N was ataken. The meals weren't burnt or raw anymore, they looked perfect and fresh. And in the living she found the Christmas tree brand new! Each globe from it was totally new, not anymore broken or cracket like yesterday in the Christmas eve. Not a single broken piece. All these surprised the queen.

Y/N : Shao, what happened? Everything seems just soo...clean!

The emperor looks into her eyes with a proud expression on his face.

Shao Kahn : Always have faith, my love. I told you everything will be alright. After all, Christmas can not be ruined.

Y/N : You did all these for me?

He nods. She started to blush and smiles a lot at his answer. It happened exactly as he preached. Everytime Shao sees her blushing, he laughs with joy.

Y/N : I thought everything is over with Christmas...

Shao Kahn : Over? Why say such thing? Nothing is impossible for my lovely and beautiful empress, Y/N.

Y/N : So...its gonna be great, right my emperor?

Shao Kahn : Of course. Especeally the Christmas ball. I can not wait to see you wearing the most breath taking dress from the whole world.

Y/N : Me too Shao.

For a second she remembered about the gift for Shao.

Y/N : Oh! I forgot. You've got something too for Christmas honey.

Shao Kahn : Would you like to tell me what is it?

Y/N : Sure. But let's go in the bedroom to tell you private.

Shao Kahn can't help it but smirks playfully to Y/N. He says nothing. She holds his big hand and walks in their bedroom, once there she closes the door and turn around to face him. Makes steps closer towards him and while she smiles leading him to the dresser which there was a red envelope. Honestly Shao Kahn did not expect for a Christmas gift but still he had a wish. He picks up the red envelope as he watched it and opens it carefull. His eyes widen as he sees what it was inside of it.

Shao Kahn : My empress, what is this?

Y/N : We won't be two anymore.

Shao Kahn : What do you mean?

Y/N : *slowly smiles* I'm pregnant my emperor. With twins.

Shao Kahn : On the Elder Gods! That's such amazing gift my empress! Goodness! Finally we start having our own family.

Y/N : Indeed, Shao Kahn.

Wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to himself to embrace her looking with soft and sparkle of joy in his eyes.

Shao Kahn : I couldn't ask for more my empress. Is all I wished for. *picks her up in bridal style*

He held Y/N like a feather as he puts her gently on bed. Y/N couldn't stop looking at his soft look while he raised up the skirt of her dress revealing her belly. He caresses her belly soothingly before giving a soft kiss.

Afterwards, he holds her hand caressing her knuckles. And as their faces are coming closer to eachother, they finally share a deep kiss. Truly the greatest Christmas gift ever.

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At night, at the Christmas ball everyone from all realms came. Cassie Cage, Johnny Cage, Sonya Blade along with Special Forces and all warriors from Earthrealm came to celebrate the first Christmas in Outworld. No one expected for a great event in Outworld but today it is.

Shao Kahn and Y/N, the rulers of Outworld made their appearence in white-red clothes, hand to hand, smilling with such joy in their hearts to see everyone enjoying the ball.

Y/N : Everyone! Please listen. First of all I and my emperor, we want to thank you to all realms for coming tonight at the first Christmas ball in Outworld.

*Everyone aplause*

Shao Kahn : Also we want to make a special announcement which will be a reason to celebrate even more this night.

Everyone stayed quite and curious to listen the emperor.

Shao Kahn : My empress is pregnant with twins!

Everyone cheered in joy to hear the announcement. Even the emperor and his loveable queen were happy about it. Leans at her level and shares a warm and long hug, afterwards Shao Kahn takes off the helmet to kiss his wife, Y/N. The way he looked into her eyes its like showing relief to know they become parents. With love the Kahn family will grow.

All invited guests congratulated the two monarchs.

Shao Kahn : Seems the Christmas you wished for did turned perfect in our kingdom, my love. Stubborn you are, but you have ambition with the most ideal visions.

Y/N : Truly perfect, my sweet husband.

Shao Kahn : Now...my Empress

Bows in front of Y/N and holds out a hand to her.

Shao Kahn : May I have this dance?

Y/N : Yes, I'd love to. *smiles a lot and blushes*

Shao Kahn held her soft hand pulling her close to him and grabs by her waist. As the music started, the Emperor of Outworld and his Empress started to dance on the rythm of the Christmas theme as the guests did the same.

In the end, the first Christmas in Outworld turned perfect as everyone enjoyed the rest of the night. Besides all these, Christmas bringed the emperor Shao Kahn and his queen Y/N together again so they can spend more time like before, share and cherish each moment.

#shao kahn x fem reader #shao kahn x reader #shao kahn x self insert #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat 11 #canon x reader #shao kahn x reader mk11

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teddypines · 10 months ago

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Just a dance?

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Sumary: Steve being the knight in shining armour saving Bucky from Sharon. Morgan being adorabale.

Fantasy world avengers au.

Knight!Steve x Duke!Bucky

A/N: Just a fun little story for the weekend :)

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It was one of those mandatory parties Bucky had to attend because of his statues as duke. One of those parties he hated, it also didn’t help that he wasn’t on good terms with the emperor. Bucky just didn’t agree with what Tony had to say, but that didn’t matter now. He was here to please his mother and sister by joining them in the festivities.

Bucky was talking to Morgan, The Emperor's youngest, she always knew how to cheer him up even when he wasn’t in the mood to be cheered up.

“And then Daddy said that I needed a new knight! Because Clint is too ‘Irresponsible’ and ‘reckless’. I didn’t want a different knight! Clint is just fine.” Morgan said with a small pout. It made Bucky smile the way Morgan complained about getting a new knight. He knew Clint did his best to keep Morgan safe, but it might have been better for her to have a more serious knight. “At least the new knight is very sweet and nice to me. I was scared he wouldn’t like me.”

“Everybody likes you Morgan, how can anybody not like a sweet little girl like you. But I am glad your new knight is nice to you. I bet Tony wouldn’t be happy if I punched one of his men again.” Bucky says as he looks down at Morgan. The small giggles that came from her were priceless, but Bucky got swept away before he could continue talking with Morgan. It was Sharon Carter, someone Bucky really disliked. Her hair bounced up and down in an annoying way that made strands of hair fly into his face. Bucky pulled his hand free and stopped following Sharon. “What do you think you are doing? I was talking!” Sharon just gave Bucky a fake smile and said “I wanted to dance. Your mother said you were free to dance, besides you didn’t look very busy. Just dance with me James, I’ll stop bothering you after we’re done”

A hand made its way around Bucky’s waist before he could even correct Sharon or turn her down. He just froze at the unknown touch. “Sorry miss, but this handsome man promised to dance with me first” An unknown voice said to Sharon. Sharon glared up at the men besides Bucky before she turned around and walked away in anger. The men looked down at Bucky and gave him the warmest smile he ever received. “May I have this dance?” He asked to which Bucky could only nod and give the men his hand. Bucky had never seen a man so handsome before. His honey blond hair was fluffy yet it stayed in perfect shape. They made their way to the dance floor and he took the lead, which surprised Bucky a lot.

“My name is Steve, Steve Rogers, I sort of forgot to introduce myself” The man said to Bucky as he looked down at him.

“James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. It’s nice to meet you and thank you for saving me from that wretched woman.” Bucky answered Steve with a small smile. “It is nice to meet you too Bucky and it’s an honor that I can have this dance with you” Those words made Bucky swoon a bit. The way Steve said such a simple thing and made it sound like he could make his every wish come true.

They continued to dance around the ball room for a while. Bucky almost got lost in Steve’s blue eyes for a moment when he forgot the whole room around them. It was like only Steve existed in that moment, just the two of them (We could make it if we try) dancing. It was only after they danced for two whole songs that Bucky realized he forgot Morgan. “It was lovely dancing with you Steve, but I must go. That wretched woman kind of pulled me away from a very important person that I have to get back to.” Bucky told Steve as he slowly pulled away from him. He didn’t want to stop dancing with Steve, but he couldn’t stay away from Morgan for much longer now and disappoint her. Steve slowly nodded his head and let go off Bucky.

“Well, it was a pleasure dancing with you while we could. Besides I can’t possibly let you keep someone waiting. I hope I get the pleasure of seeing you again sometime” Steve said as he smiled down at Bucky. Bucky nodded his head, not really knowing how to respond to Steve. His head just went fuzzy and all thoughts went out the window. “Ehm… Yes, yes, of course. Until we meet again.” Bucky said and quickly turned around, making his way back to Morgan.

Bucky made his way to Morgan with a small blush on his cheeks. No one noticed, except of course Morgan. She giggled, but then gave Bucky a confused look. “I thought you hated Lady Carter?” Bucky looked down at Morgan and nodded his head. “I do hate her”

“Then why are you blushing?” Morgan asked, still looking very confused. “I… I am not blushing!” Bucky yelped, quickly looking away from Morgan. “You are!” Bucky didn’t answer Morgan at first but sighed soon after. “Maybe a little…” Morgan started to beam when she heard Bucky admit to blushing a little. She started to giggle and ran a circle around Bucky. “Bucky is blushing! He is in love!!”

Bucky carefully grabbed Morgan by her hand and stopped her. He kneeled down to her level and gave her a stern look. “Morgan, stop, please. I am not in love, I am just a bit smitten, nothing more.” Bucky explained to the young girl, hoping she would understand the difference. Of course Morgan didn’t understand, but she nodded her head anyway. She wanted to show Bucky she was a big girl and knew stuff about grown up things. Bucky let Morgan go and smiled at her. “Now, do you want to tell me about your new knight?”

Morgan giggled and started to tell Bucky everything about her knight. “Okay, okay, so he is really tall! He can beat Clint in arm wrestling, owh and Sam! He can beat Sam! And he can lift me up in the air! He is really good at sword fighting and he has really fluffy hair” Morgan continued to talk about her knight but Bucky got kind of lost in his thoughts when she mentioned the knight had fluffy hair. ‘Steve has fluffy hair’ he thought as he nodded at Morgen, letting her know he was still listening even though he really wasn’t. Morgen just told Bucky everything and nothing about the knight as she slowly took Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards her. Bucky got the hint and stood up properly. Morgan then started to walk around the ballroom in search of her knight, wanting Bucky to meet him. Never stopping her stories about the knight.

Bucky just continued to listen to Morgan as she led the way. He made sure no one was in her way and that Morgan was safely walking around the ballroom. He saw how they slowly made their way towards Steve, which confused him a bit. Well it confused him a lot. They slowly but surely got closer and closer to Steve and Bucky got nervous. Steve smiled when he saw Morgan pulling Bucky towards him. “Well hello there little princess. Who’s your friend?” Steve asked Morgan as he looked down at her. “This is Duke James Barnes from the north. But everyone calls him Bucky.” Morgan tells Steve, not knowing the two already met. Bucky wanted to tell her that they already met before this, but he just couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

“Only friends call me Bucky, Morgan.” Bucky corrected Morgan as he looked at Steve, who was smirking a bit. “But Steve is my friend and you are my friend, so you two are friends now too!” Morgan answered Bucky. The little girl pouted a bit, just wanting Steve and Bucky to be friends. Bucky sighed in defeat and just accepted that Steve was now his friend. He liked it, but maybe wanted to be more than just friends. “Bucky, this is Steven ‘the best knight in the empire’ Rogers, he is a captain too!” Morgan continued like nothing was going around her. Which was kind of normal for her. She might have gotten that trait from Tony.

“Well it is really nice to meet you, Bucky” Steve said in a cheeky tone, he liked the reactions he was getting from Bucky. “Yes, it is nice to meet you too, Captain Rogers.” Bucky said formally, not wanting to be out of place or make the people around him suspicious. Too bad for Bucky, Natasha saw everything and would use this to tease him in the future.

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rainbowkirby · 6 months ago

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Mortal Kombat Bloodline Episode 3: Chaos Family

In the Hour Glass,Geras Looks Concerning and he's letting Liu Kang Know about Everying what Mantro Would Plan to do. Geras Tells Liu Kang and Titan Kitana and Warned them About Mantro. And LiuChai and Kungjin Arrived just in time.

Liu Kang: Geras, What do you see?

Geras: That's Impossible, this Cannot be.

LiuChai: What is it Geras, What's Going on?

Geras: it's Mantro, He is Even Worse then ShangTsung. He is our biggest Threat, he is one of the Hannibal, Servant. They are from Shadow Realm. If you don't Know this Place it's in the Dark Land full of Agony.

LiuChai: Mantro, I think I seen that guy before. We thought he is a Traveler.

Geras: No, He is a sorcerer of Evil. He is planning to Revive Shinnok.

KungJin: Who is Shinnok?

Geras: He is Alot more deadly and dangerous then Titan ShangTsung and Titan Havik.

TitanKitana: We must protect the The hourglass Before He Arrived.

Later at the Tarkatans Colony, there is a celebration in the Colony. It's Baraka's Son's WishBone's 16th Birthday Today. Baraka and Syzoth sitting down and Chilling out having a Great time.

Baraka: It's been a Blessing since things turns out Alot better then it was.

Syzoth: I'm glad the new Sorcerer from the phantom Forest Helping to get our Treatment.

Baraka: No offense to ShangTsung, but Shimmer and his Master is more Caring.

Syzoth: I agree...

And there is a Warrior in the Chaos Realm come to join them. His name is Dairou the oldest son of The Emperor of Chaos. Dairou Bought some wine too.

Dairou: Would you like some wine?

Baraka: I'll take it.

Dairou: would you like some?

Syzoth: No thanks...

Dairou: Okay, do me a favor, please don't tell my Dad about Wine.

Baraka: your secret is safe with me my friend. Also Your Little Brother Splinter also is Great with communication with WishBone and The Tarkatans. Especially Our Language too.

Dairou: Yep, That's my little brother...(Chuckle)

Dairou Drinks more wine his other Brother Alastor is Looking for his little Brother Splinter, he looks really Concerned. Dairou got a little tipsy.

Alastor: Dairou, wheres Splinter, were supposed to be watching Him.

Dairou: He'll be Fine, He's with his friend WishBone right now. Just come get him and bring him to me, if you were so damn worried.

Alastor: "Ugh" Are you Fucking Kidding me right now? Dad is gonna kill us if we don't find him on time.

Dairou: Just Relax Bro...

Alastor: "Ugh" we are so Grounded. Fine I'll find him myself.

Dairou: okay, You do That.

Alastor is frustrating and worried about Splinter while Dairou isn't Helping. But at the same Alastor loves Dairou as a Brother. Even he's a bit tipsy. Alastor wondering around looking for Splinter and then Suddenly he walks a litter far and Alastor is a bit Concerning to this moment.

Alastor: Shit it's almost 12 o clock, dad is gonna Kill us.......SHIT!!!

Suddenly someone around a Bush surrounding Alastor there is a Young man with the Drahmin's mask screaming to Scare Alastor.

Splinter:BWWAAAAHHH

Alastor: Ahhhhh!!......jeez....don't scare me like that....

Alastor is Frightening but suddenly a person takes off the mask and it is Splinter, Busting Laughing and the WishBone and other Tarkatans friends is here involved too. WishBone Recorded Alastor with Splinter's Phone. Turned it was a Prank.

Splinter: (laughing) Got Ya, That Face I can't even, did you caught a Video, WishBone?

WishBone: Dude, I sure did. that is Awesome.

Other teenage Tarkatans:( laughing)

Splinter: I am so gonna Post this On social media everybody is gonna Love it...

Alastor: No, No.....Don't you dare....

Splinter: Come On....It's funny.

Alastor: Okay... Look, Im Glad your having fun, but there's no time. we have to get back home, because Dad is gonna Be so pissed if we can't get home on time...

Suddenly the green light Portal interrupting Alastor and Splinter ran back to the Colony with Dairou. Tarkatans has no idea what that was but luckily Baraka told the others not to be alarmed it's just a emperor of Chaos. But Dairou, Alastor and Splinter know they are in so much trouble. There is the Emperor of Name Havik, He is not the same as Titan Havik he is from Union of Light. But he doesn't look happy when he found when Dairou and his brother went out and break his rules.

Dairou: Oh, Fuck, Were Grounded.

Alastor: You Think??

Havik: There are you are, Iv been looking all over for you...

Syzoth: Their Fine, Havik they are safe, it's Baraka's Son's birthday, and we just thought they are allowed to come over....

Havik: WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!???!....who said that I allow them to come over???

Havik looks at Dairou and Havik is Furious at Dairou Alastor and Splinter...

Splinter: "Laughing nervous" Hi Dad.....

Havik grab Alastor's ears and Dairou's ears and Dragged them to Portal.

Havik: All of you are in so much trouble.... Dairou, Lets go...

Dairou goes with Havik and the others to head back home.

Dairou: Sorry guys I gotta get going....

Baraka: get home safe...

Later they went to home in his palace in the Chaos Realm and Havik is really upset, overwhelmed, Protected and worried. Dairou, Alastor and Splinter is guilty....

Havik: You three Disappoint me, How dare You all disobey Me and broke the rules!? I told you not to leave my palace without my permission! Didn't I tell you that!!!! (Havik bangs a table with his Anger and Frustration)

Splinter: (pfft) Well you obviously gonna say no to us, which this isn't Fair, so how's is tha.....

Havik: Shut your Mouth with your Smart Ass, Splinter!

Splinter: Okay Boomer, I'm Shutting my mouth...

Havik: Enough!!....Lose..Your..Attitude...

Splinter: (sigh).....Yes Sir.....

Dairou: were sorry dad, we just thought we can take care of ourselves. we thought you'll be proud of Us. I can able to protect my Siblings, including your Kingdom..

Havik: For disrespect me, Lied to Me, Disobeying my rules? How Would you able to become a General in Chaos Realm without losing Your siblings? You were supposed to be there for them, As a Family.

Dairou: But We can Take care ourself, I know what I can do, Dad. Like....

Havik: Like What?...... Fooling Around? Partying All Night and Drinking whine with your friends In Outworld? Not Going to School and Not Doing training and Not succeed your test?.....I think Not!!!!

Dairou: Okay, So What, Were just board, Dad. we just want to go out and Have Fun for once... sometimes we just need a Break...but I didn't know that.....

Havik: What you did is unacceptable, this is not the first time you done it. The worst Part is You Put Alastor and Splinter In Danger.......Right now I can't trust you....

Dairou: what is that mean?

Havik: That's means your not ready to become a General in the Chaos Realm..for right now your banned of going out and your no longer kombat until I say so. Also your not practicing to become a guard until you need learn to be mature enough.

Dairou: WHAT???.....Dad no please, you can't just let me down like that, you know how much it means to me!!

Havik: it's your Fault, Dairou that you let your Guard down. Why Should I trust you to Join the warriors in Chaos Realm then yet you made some stupid Choice.....

Dairou: I don't Know......Yes I Made a Mistake and I won't do that again. please, Dad, Just give me a chance.

Havik: No....not unless your mature enough to do so...Don't Want to lose you..........you and your siblings will be ending Up getting Killed or worse, don't you understand?

Alaster: Dad was Trying to protect you, Dairou. He's just worried And so do we...

Dairou: I understand But.....

Havik: if you understand you wouldn't Disobey Me In the first place.

Dairou: Dad, Lets talk about this..

Havik: Dairou, I am not in the Mood..

Dairou: But Dad I can explain.

Havik: LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

Dairou: Dad....I.....

Havik: "sigh" please......just let me be......

Havik Storms to the Hallway to his bedroom and slams the door... Dairou and their Brothers Realized that what they did was wrong. They all feel bad For Havik, so they realize they need to learn not to disobey his father so they when to their room quietly.

Splinter: Holy Shit.......

Alastor: I'm sorry, Dairou....

Dairou: It's not your fault, it's my Fault. Dad was Right, maybe we're not ready. Maybe we push it too much and I understand that Dad is trying to protect us...I Get why He's seens really stressed Out.

Splinter: I guess he has every right to get mad...

Alastor: He could Be a little Harsh sometimes and He is very Overprotected of us, because He's Traumatized ever Since the Dark Sorcerer Blackmailed Him. So he's just Scared and stress.

Dairou: That Basted sorcerer fucked our life up pretty badly.

Splinter: He loves all of us ,After all, without him, We don't know how do we able to handle our Auto mune condition..

Dairou: Shit, That too....I guess reality is brutal After all....

Splinter: I know Right?

Dairou: lets gets some sleep hopefully tomorrow we can apologize to Dad for our actions and maybe everything will be Settled in....

Alastor: I hope so.....We don't want His Blood pressure to go high.

Later in 4:00 in the morning, Splinter's Stomach Grumbling and growling and started to feel nauseous and having stomach pain so he immediately went to the bathroom and started Puking Venom, because of His condition his pain is getting Worse and now he has a migraine and starting Crying that it wakes Havik up. Havik Jump off the bed with his robe and ran to the bathroom and comforting Splinter. Havik see Splinter Crying in Pain after Vomiting. Havik cuddling Splinter and Calming Splinter down.

Splinter:(crying sobbing) My stomach Hurts....It Hurts so Bad......

Havik: Shhhhhh...It's Okay Splinter, I'm here......its alright....

Splinter: (Crying) Owww...it Hurts....

Havik: I know.. I know dear...... we'll get you situated, Okay?

Splinter agrees and goes with his father to his living room. Splinter still in Pain but luckily Havik have A treatment shot for his Condition (just like a same shot that it gives to Mileena.) Havik Inject Splinter's arm.

Havik: there...This will take the pain Away...

Splinter: Thank you....can you get me some Ginger ale please?

Havik: Of Course...Ill get it for you....

Havik goes to the kitchen and grad a ginger ale for Splinter. Alastor and Dairou just woke and no idea what's going on.

Alastor: Is everything Okay?

Dairou: Does his condition starts again?

Havik:(sigh) Yes unfortunately.....he needs to rest for a while until his Condition settles down.

Alastor starting comforts Splinter.

Dairou: Is he gonna be okay?

Havik: He'll be alright, he needs some time right now. He puke violently with Venom. I need to check his Venom.

Havik use a Cup and Splinter Open his Fang to inject Venom in the cup. Havik use the monitor to check the Venom to make his venom wasn't too strong. Turns out the venom is is bit High.

Havik: Shit....

Dairou: what is it?

Havik: His Venom is bit too Strong. He needs to rest to settle down his venom.

Dairou: what happened if it gets too strong?

Havik: He'll be ending up getting really Sick. Like worse then a Stomach Flu.....

The 3 minutes later Splinter feeling less pain and started to get better. Alastor letting them know..

Alastor: Guys I think he's getting better....and he fell asleep...

Havik: Good, He needs to rest as much as he can until his Venom Levels settles down.

The Next Day The Kombat stadium begins in Chaos Realm the Chaos Realmers fights in Kombat to win. While Havik and His sons sits in the throne. Luckly Splinter started to feel a bit better but he's still needs to rest.

Splinter: Dad, Can I sit next to you?

Havik: whatever you feel comfortable, Dear.

Splinter: Thank you.

Splinter sit next his father. Havik gently rubbing his head. Alastor brings the wine to Havik and pour it in the Cup for him.

Alastor: here you go.

Havik: Thank you my dear Alastor.

Dairou is watching the Chaos Realmer doing Kombat.

Dairou: Dad I just want to apologize for disobey you, I just wanna....

Havik: I'm sorry too, Son... Family Fight sometimes but we still love each other as Family and that's what we do. For Now Let's just Move on and let it go....

Dairou: Thanks, can I have your wine now?

Havik: No...You sneak to my kitchen and stole my wine, so I think you had a enough for while.

Dairou: I just want One....

Havik: I'm not Gonna Argue with you, can you not?

Dairou: Okay.....Okay...I'm just kidding....

Havik: Mmm..hmm...

Alastor and Splinter (Giggles).

Dairou: Fuck you guys....😑

Havik: Watch Your Language...

Dairou: Sorry...

Dairou has so many questions About wanna to teach the Students in the Chaos Realm how to defend yourself.

Dairou: I do have a Question....How do you become a General? do you used to be General?

Havik: No, I'm not the General...my People bow down After i found a Throne. before your were Born. My wife told me that I'll be a Great emperor and then she gave it to me before she died with birth... Remember you and I save your Orphan?

Dairou: Yeah. But wasn't talking about that, I was talking about, How to be a Great General?

Havik: just letting you Dairou, it's important you must learn. It's not about pushing to be a Leader to become a General and it doesn't matter who is strong or Weak, it's about Trust.

Dairou: what if that I'm not gonna be able to be a general?

Havik: You will be, Once you'll follow my rules. You'll get there you just need to not making Poor Choices. Remember it's not for you to Fool around with.

Dairou: that I understood...

During that the fight. Two Chaos Realm go at each other.

Alastor: Holy Shit, Tartersause just knocked down Trapjaw.

Tartersause already beat Trapjaw Havik and his son applause and Cheer For Tartersause. But Suddenly the game is been interrupted by Mantro.

Mantro: FINISH HIM!!!!

Tartersause looked at Mando is Confused.

Havik: Who Said That?

Mantro: I said it, What a Nice Family you have...

Havik: "Growling"

Mantro: Although too bad that I want to kill them all.

Havik: "HISS! Leave my children alone!!! Why are you here, Mantro? I am not in the Mood with your Games.

Mantro: Oh you will be....Your coming with me...

Havik: I want no part of it Mantro! I don't want anything to do with you!!

Mantro: If you Don't come Join Me then I will kill your Whole Family.... Besides Your son's are monstrosities. Their are hideous Filled with Disease's, just like rat in the sewer. They need to be Put em down.

Havik: HOW DARE YOU, INSULTING MY CHILDREN, YOU UNGRATEFUL MISERABLE SCUM?!

Dairou:(raised with middle finger) Disrespect my family again, then I'll beat the living shit out of you!! (To Mantro)

Alastor tries to Calm Dairou

Alastor: Dairou, Calm Down...

Mantro: and their are brats too just like you Havik.

Mantro Force Tartersause to kill TrapJaw but Tartersause didn't want to, so he refused. Then Mantro using dark Magic and Kill Trapjaw and waiting For Havik to join.

Mantro: Are you gonna Join Me and QuanChi or what?

Havik (Flips the bird) Go Fuck Yourself!

Mantro: Excuse me, What?

Alastor Dairou And Splinter is terrified so Havik told them to go to outworld

Havik: Dairou.....Take your Siblings and go to outworld. I'll deal With Him...

Dairou: No Dad, Were not Leaving you.

Havik: GO, before he kill us all.

Mantro attacks Havik and Mantro use his Magic to Brainwashed Him while Their Sons trying to save him. But it's too late Alastor concerned about Havik.

Alastor: Dad, Are you okay?

Then Havik has Green eyes and Bleeding through his mouth and now he becomes aggressive so Possessed Havik Knocked Alastor Down and Attack Dairou and Scratch his arm, Splinter grab a vase and throw at Possesed Havik to save Dairou.

Dairou is Traumatized so they have no choice but leave his father behind. Mantro's Dark Magic to Using Havik like a Puppet. There not the time to save his father.

Finally, Dairou and his brothers are now in the great hall in Outworld, Empress Mileena Kitana Jerrod and Tanya are concerned about what's going.

Jerrod: Dairou, Wheres your father?

Dairou Bow down to his knees and Started Crying. He loves his Father so much. Alastor and Splinter comfort him.

Mileena: Oh no...what Happened...

Dairou: Mantro, He's.....He Brainwashed my Dad..

Jerrod: Don't worry. He's Still alive, we will find the way to bring him back. But right now there nothing you can do. Until we find the Light sorcerer.

They all comfort Dairou, Alastor and Splinter.

Later Mantro Controlling Havik with his Dark Magic to Unleashed General Shao and Reiko and told them that Shao will be the emperor of outworld. Mantro Using His Power to turn General Shao into the most dangerous Emperor of outworld, Shao Khan

Mantro: At your Service Emperor.

ShaoKhan: is this some kind of joke to you?

Mantro: No(using magic to turn Shao in the Emperor.

Mantro: How do you feel, Emperor?

ShaoKhan: I feel Unstoppable....

Meanwhile in the Hourglass, Liu Kang and the others saw the pitch Black Portal and there is a King of darkness and Evil..His name Sinister/Shadow Khan. He's gonna Banished Liu Kang so He can Take over the Over glass.

Sinister: Greetings Geras.

To be Continue.

Episode 4

Fallen Kingdom

#mortalkombat #mk #mortal kombat #mortalkombat1 #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #havik #havik mk #havik mk1 #dairou #havik mortal kombat #mk1 havik #mk havik #mortal kombat havik #dairou mk1 #alastor #splinter #mortalkombatbloodline #mortal kombat bloodline

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brineffxiv · 2 years ago

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It is time.

My friends impart their memories to the spirit vessels, and Angelo the porxie does his thing.

Angelo would make a cute plushie. They should sell those, they'd make bank.

Now it's up to me to take my friends safely back home.

Here we go...

Now we just hope this works. And that we put the right vessel next to the right person.

I think it's working!!

Welcome home, my friends! It's been quite some time for several of you. If I remember correctly, Thancred spent 5 years on the First, while Urianger and Y'shtola each spent 3.

Oh? Oh! I can go wake up G'raha!

Hehe, look at me run. Off to get my man.

I run all the way there, until suddenly the orange constellation crystal comes flying out of nowhere and lands next to me. Which is odd, because I didn't realize I no longer had it with me. Little confused, but glad to have it back?

Scene change! Several days later, Alphinaud is having tea while Alisaie motions exasperatedly (and hilariously) at our other friends...

Who thanks to Tataru (and Feo Ul), with a bit of assistance from our friends the various heads-of-state, have their preferred outfits back!

I love you Urianger.

This entire scene is perfection. It must be appreciated in motion, however, and I do not know how to gif.

It's him! My boy! I love him. Look at his little hair clips, he's so cute!

*ahem*

G'raha has secured the Crystal Tower, and with that done he's free to join the Scions! And come adventuring with me!

Off we go!

Meanwhile, Zenos and his Ascian buddy have retaken the Garlean palace. For reasons as yet unclear.

Yeah, seeing that every night might be one of the reasons you're so fucked up. One reason among many.

Not!Asahi is performing his ass off, and Zenos is completely unaffected. It's funny.

My read on this is that Not! Asahi desperately wants something, and that something can only be got with Zenos' cooperation. So this guy is acting the simpering servant to his lord, but like, Zenos is so detached from anything approaching "normal" that it's like acting against a wall. LOL.

Hey, tangent, is Zenos the Emperor now? Not!Asahi calls him "your radiance", but that might have been meant in mockery, it's hard to tell.

lol, I already knew he was using Asahi's body from his voice, but the confirmation is good. Ah, poor Asahi, that his idol doesn't even remember his name.

Figured you were an Ascian, I--

I'm sorry. What is your name??

Fandaniel??

*wheeze*

Ah hahahaha!

Fucking... Daniel???

We got an array of nigh-unpronounceable names - Lahabrea, Igyorhim, Nabriales - and then... DANIEL. Okay, okay, Fandaniel.

I'm sorry *wheeze* I'm okay... I'll stop laughing now.

hehehehehe

It just. Undercuts your seriousness... just a little bit.

Oh. Oh dear. I have a feeling it's not a good thing that he realizes he's no longer got a boss.

And somehow I doubt your version of "living for the moment" involves harmless acts of spontaneity. Like getting a burger or spending a day at the beach.

Oh, my friend, I have missed you too.

UNF. He's so hot when he's evil.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #tataru taru #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #urianger augurelt #g'raha tia #zenos yae galvus #zenos my friend my enemy #fandaniel #baseless speculation

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caliburn-the-sword · 1 year ago

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more scarlet thoughts and reactions

reading chapter 14 it inexplicably occured to me that a japanese man is the emperor of the ENTIRE asian continent. fuck my lack of media literacy. yep i finally see why everyone is upset about asia being monolithic and homogenised in this series now. this makes me SO uncomfortable even knowing the context that each continent came together during peacetimes. yikes reeks of colonialism and imperialism

i'm at least a lot less mad at kai in chapter 14. practicality rather than outright disdain for cyborgs and lunars. usually i would be upset at love lost, but he's doing what he must to save his people and i can respect that as much as i'm like OH NO POOR CINDER. glad he's got his head on straight now and not being a close minded dick

please for the love of god don't tell me that the thorne and scarlet thing is one of those mate pair things but like scifi version. between him losing control at the fight and the foreshadowing in the article that scarlet read it seems highly likely. please don't do this to me i'm begging on my hands and knees don't make me go through this again. the only time it was tolerable was aurora rising

i also went back and reread thorne's intro because i was drop dead exhausted when i read it the first time around and i think that accounts for a lot of my annoyance and also not reading between the lines properly. doesn't outright hit on her or shows any REAL interest other than making a game out of it. he doesn't ACTUALLY want her and isn't a groomer. idk what's happened to me because i used to LOVE flirty characters when i was younger but now it seems no matter what i see them and just instantly dislike for whatever reason. while i don't outright h a t e thorne anymore he still kind of bothers me. whatever

safe to say i absolutely love scarlet to death right now. i feel like she didn't get as much of a save the cat moment as cinder did in her first chapter. i mean she DID in a literal sense when she gets up on the bar counter and defends cinder, but that's just being a Good Person and being a good person isn't exactly a personality trait, compared to cinder getting to be snarky in her first chapter. i think THAT is what was off to me when i read her first few chapters. but now that scarlet's personality has been able to shine i love her just as much as cinder. she's awesome and i love her

i ADORE the way marissa meyer writes women. cinder, peony, iko and ESPECIALLY scarlet are all such girls girls. i love them to death. i could go SO in depth about despite her being a bit white feminist (intersectionality problem which she fixes right up in renegades which i loved) marissa was SO good for this ESPECIALLY considering this is 2012. like some could easily write off cinder or scarlet as not like other girls but NO you are doing them a DISSERVICE and not understanding the INTRICACIES. i could write an entire essay about how much miss marissa meyer slayed when it came to representing women but this is neither the time nor the place. maybe next time.

"alpha male" STOP. immediately jail. first of all that was a myth debunked FOREVER ago. second of all, cringe. it's giving omegaverse. makes me want to put my head through a wall

omg he's a former gang member. this is literally giving wattpad mafia werewolf x reader but it's funny so i'm letting it slide

okay the interaction between iko and thorne was actually surprisingly touching. small tiny part of my stone cold heart has warmed towards him. perhaps he'll grow on me. also glad to have iko back i missed her dearly <3 the book didn't feel the same without her

oh no. scarlet has i can fix him disease. ik that she's meant to be little red riding hood but at this moment she seems more like belle teaching the beast but instead of reading it's what zucchinis are fksdhfsdkh

"Not much older than she was" STOP. okay. this is an Important Character. ding ding ding alarm bells are going off in my head for nondescript dimples guy (sidenote: yep he's from the gang)

not ANOTHER set of characters skipping quarantine lmao this is so accurate considering how covid went. since they're gonna jump the train i bet he's gonna have to hold her or something (sidenote: I WAS RIGHT MWAHAHAHAHA)

wow i don't remember any mention of michelle benoit from maybe-rapunzel. that now explains why granny's been kidnapped

of course wolf has pointy fang teeth. i can definitely see some simps going wild over that (let's just see how long it takes for me to become a simp and if so you have my full permission to make fun of me)

(after getting shot) "When you greeted me with a gun on your doorstep," he said, "it's nice to know you meant it." EVERYONE PACK UP AND GO HOME THAT WAS PEAK ROMANCE RIGHT THERE. same energy as emma pulling a knife on hook first time she met him. i'm severely delulu

(sarcastic voice) wow! scarlet is at the very least quarter lunar! didn't see that one coming at all,,,,,

it's actually hilarious how everyone is related lmao this is just like ouat. we've been hearing about tanner from book 1 and surprise surprise!! he's scarlet's gramp. not only is cinder the lost lunar princess but the evil queen is her aunt and also princess winter is her cousin. who's gonna be related next

#tlc #the lunar chronicles #tlc scarlet #tlc wolf #carswell thorne #cinder linh #peony linh #scarlet benoit #tlc iko

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adelemadouce · 4 months ago

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Italian Sinfonie

That evening, as the opera performance was drawing to a close, Églée pointed out to me that someone seemed to be waiting for me. I turned around and saw Roustam, the Emperor's mamelouk, standing in the antechamber. He was holding my satin coat in his hand. Roustam himself was wrapped in a dark cloak that completely covered his splendid costume. Only his mustard-colored turban betrayed his oriental origins. I slowly stood up, leaned towards Stéphanie and whispered: "I have to go now, bonsoir my darling!" Émilie looked at me questioningly. "...are you leaving already? But we wanted to have a drink together, didn't we?" I stroked Émilie's cheek in a conciliatory way. "We can do that as many times as we like! Remember, Carnival is just around the corner!" She looked back at the stage with a look of annoyance. I turned around and walked past Églée. She grabbed my arm and pulled me down to her. "Take him, Adèle! Make the Emperor your love slave!" I laughed. "You're crazy!" I kissed the beautiful woman's tender cheek and then ran to Roustam. He put my satin coat around my shoulders and led me out. Camille was waiting for me in my apartment in the Tuileries. "Quickly...I must change! Roustam is waiting outside." With the help of Camille's skillful hands, I quickly got out of my precious evening gown. She took off everything, including my stockings and panthalons, then pulled a new cherry-red dressing gown over my bare skin. The robe was made of very soft velvet, with a narrow dark fur trim on collar and sleeves. It was closed with small golden piping. I asked Camille to leave the piping open up to the middle of my breasts, the Emperor loved this sight. I smiled contentedly, felt the fur tickling my neck. Camille had already taken off all my jewelry and I asked her to pin my hair up. "It must be easy for him to let my hair down. He loves it so much..." I looked in the mirror...and I liked myself very much! I put on my slippers and left my maid.

Roustam led me through the dark corridor into the Cabinett Arrière. Again, I was very glad that the Emperor did not want to meet me in his secret boudoir, where he had had fun with other women in recent years. Fleeting love affairs for hourly pleasure. Not me! I did not belong to the category of actresses, lectrices, dancers, singers and who-knows-what-else that he invited over for a brief tryst. No, I belonged to a category in which I was the first... and probably not the last. But I didn't want to think about that now!

The cabinet was well heated, a fire was burning in the fireplace. On the table of the comfortable seating area stood a vase of chrysanthemums next to a champaigne cooler on a silver tray, with two glasses made of glittering crystal. The cabinet was another of the Emperor's offices, with tall bookshelves along the walls. There was a globe and a desk, decorated with gold fittings. My favorite place, however, was a sofa that was placed diagonally in front of the fireplace. The Emperor had told me that he liked to be alone here for a while. To read. I sat down on the sofa, slipped out of my shoes and pulled my legs up. The fire crackled. I forgot all sense of time when I looked into the flickering flames. I didn't know how long I had been looking into the fireplace when I suddenly felt his hand on my neck. Just like at the Opéra. But now his fingers were bare, without gloves, warm and soft on my skin. "My naughty little Madame Duchâtel..." he murmured in my ear and let his hand slide down to my breasts. His fingertips rested on my hard thimble. "...how naughty you were! Provoking me like that! In the Opéra, in front of everyone...mmh? Touching me so brazenly! Is that allowed for a nasty girl like you?" He grinned, nibbled on my earlobe, pinched my nipple. "...I don't know, unfortunately, Sire! I only know that my condition was fulfilled. Completely! By you, Sire!" I looked at him tenderly. "Adèle...I almost exploded!...you can't do that to me! I...am sensitive...and when a beautiful girl caresses my thighs...I'm just a man!" Yes, he was now too. It did not escape my eyes. He walked around the sofa, stepped out of his escarpins and began to unfasten the hooks of his uniform jacket. I stood up and helped him, while he looked at me smiling. "So...is Madame Ney satisfied?" he asked. I nodded, pulling the uniform over his shoulders. "Yes, Sire. She is more than satisfied. Églée is a very good friend and she is not a chatterbox, she will not tell anyone about it...and the Neys love Your Majesty...you know that!" I took the uniform, the sword and his shoes and placed everything neatly on one of the armchairs. The Emperor sat down on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. His eyes slid over my face, my neck...he looked at my mouth. At that moment I couldn't hold back any longer...I had to kiss him! It was exactly what he wanted, because he sucked my tongue deep into his mouth. The kiss lasted a long time, we were starved for love. I kissed his face gratefully..."my darling," I whispered. He caressed my cheek with his lips. "Your darling has news," he said quietly. But I wanted his mouth again, I had to have his mouth! And his tongue! And I got it. He pushed it all the way down my throat, finally becoming passionate! I put my arms around his shoulders and hold him as tightly as I could. He kissed me wildly, but then stopped and asked: "...don't you want to know?" I kept my eyes closed for a moment and felt the wetness on my lips. "But...is there anything more important than kissing you...no!" I said sweetly and looked at him. Napoléon sighed slightly. "...that may indeed be important, but there are a few other important things as well! Yesterday Melzi came to see me, you know...the Vice President of Italy. He offered me the crown...they want to proclaim me King of Italy!"

I cried out loud! This was indeed more important than anything else! I immediately jumped off his lap and fell to my knees before him. "Oh Sire, oh Sire! How wonderful! I congratulate Your Majesty..." then I burst into tears. I cried like a child. What a stupid woman I was! This immense surprise was simply too much for my female nerves. Crying seemed like the easiest reaction to this historic moment in my life. The Emperor grabbed me and pulled me back up into his lap. "Ma douce...that's no reason to cry!" He held me tight and kissed me. "Stop crying, you know I don't like tears." My behavior was really too stupid. I tried to pull myself together and wiped my wet eyes with my sleeve. The Emperor reached for a bell and rang it. "Let's toast to that...and eat something!" He kissed the tears from my cheeks and whispered something tender to me. He was so lovingly concerned. A lackey appeared and served us fresh oysters, lobster, white bread, grapes and cheese. We toasted with champaigne and I congratulated the Emperor and King again.

My Emperor and King was very relaxed that evening, he drank two glasses of champaigne, something he never did. He told me that he would have to travel to Italy with the Empress to be crowned there. Ah, all the festivities...he groaned again and pulled a grimace. But it had to be done, he said. While he pushed a slippery oyster into my mouth (which was supposed to make me horny just like him, he whispered), he then said: "...but I still have to keep an eye on the Italians, they don't like us French! For them we are just a protective wall against Austria...stupid people, the Italians, but I have to be on my guard!" He grinned. "...and how about if I turn you into a little Italian duchess?... would you like that, Adèle?" I shook my head. "I don't want to be a duchess!" The Emperor had just made his sister Duchess of Lucca, a small town, somewhere in Italy. "...why not?" he asked in a tender voice and put a grape in his mouth. "Is it because you won't be able to be near me anymore?" He laughed. "...you're right! I would never send you so far away from me." He seemed gurly on this evening, happy. I had never seen him like that before. He stood up and walked over to one of the tall bookshelves. "I'm interested to know whether Spanish court ceremonial is also used in Italy?" he said more to himself. He pulled a book from the shelf and began to browse through the pages. "Will you hold a court in Italy, Sire?" I asked respectfully. Napoléon looked at me. "... not me, but I'm thinking of making Eugène viceroy. He will represent me well there!" It was exciting to learn how he had already sorted out things in his head that had not yet been officially announced. "Eugène will be a good viceroy. He is such a fine man, loyal to Your Majesty. And the Italians will definitely love Eugène, he is so handsome, so charming!" I didn't just say it, I really meant it! The Emperor put the book back on the shelf. "Eugène has a noble character, he is sincere...I think he is even the most honest person at court! You can really be proud of him, Sire...Eugène will make his way as a prince...he is made for it!" I seemed to have said the wrong thing, I had completely forgotten that Napoléon did not appreciate praising other people in front of him. And then Eugène, who had been so fond of me...

The Emperor came up to me and suddenly interrupted me sternly. "Come now...Adèle!" He grabbed my arm, pulled me up and opened the piping of my dressing gown. The velvet slid over my shoulders, the Emperor turned me around a little roughly while he fiddled with the buttons on his fly. I knelt on the sofa, and the next moment he penetrated me with a hard thrust. I moaned a loud "...yaaah!" With both hands he pressed my hips to his loins and began to thrust rhythmically into me. I continued to moan, even louder, even more ecstatically. He now knelt with one leg on the sofa and started talking while he rammed me. "Corvisart told me that you are a very healthy woman...just a little too thin...my God, yes, you have a waist like a stovepipe!...but your round little ass...you should see yourself like that, Adèle! And how is it now? Too strenious for you...or is it nice? Does it feel good? It feels good to me! Tell me how it feels! Is it good?" Recently he liked to talk while making love. I liked that immensely, although an angry tone now sounded through his voice. And of course I liked what he did too. I told him, moaning. He laughed briefly, then became more intense. With a slight staccato in his voice, he told me that I had asked him not to treat me with consideration. Had I changed my mind? I said no, and he said something wonderfully obscene, thrusting me even harder. Then he said something in Italian, it sounded like: "...sì chiavare...chiavare!" I am always amazed at the power this slim, medium-height man was able to unleash! He pulled me up on his body, released my fingers from the armrest of the couch and threw me onto the cushion, pushed me further, then pulled me up again so that I was sitting on his thighs with my back to him. He wanted to know if I liked it? I couldn't say anything, moaned heavily and loudly, my head fell back, I started to ride him. He laughed loudly. "Adèle...are you coming...hmm? Adèle...yes?" I moved faster and faster, felt his member swelling even harder and bigger inside me, every muscle in me contracted. Then he shouted loudly: "Vien, Adèle...vien! Non smettere di scoparmi! Non smettere mai di scoparmi...ti amo, Adèle!" I had only understand the first three words.

Sometime later, the Emperor led me into his adjoining bedroom. I helped him undress, tickled him, kissed him. "You just made me three little soldiers," I said jokingly as I climbed naked onto the small step and then into bed. He climbed onto the bed directly behind me, also naked, but instead of laying down, he knelt next to me on the sheets. "I'm going to make a whole batallion for you tonight...Look at that!" His stiff member stuck up in the air in front of him like a ship's bowsprit, it was a ravishingly beautiful sight. With a sulky tone he said: "Adèle, you have to take care of it right now!...you hear me, right now!" I leaned on my elbows, I threw my head back, laughing. "Then come on, my italian King, what are you waiting for?" He approached my open legs on his knees in small steps, his penis bouncing up and down merrily. I grabbed his ivory white, silk soft glans and pushed it down to my hot peach. I gently rubbed the tip over my bud. The Emperor watched me in delight. "It's the most beautiful thing in life, isn't it?" I said to him. "...I don't want to do anything else...just make love to you!" Napoléon looked at me with sparkling eyes and a smiling mouth. His thin lips were gleaming with moisture. Then he asked me, using obscene words, if I was always thinking about "that". And answered the question himself by saying that I was always thinking about "that". I stroked his penis harder over the little bud, looking directly at him. I nodded. Then asked me whether I had fantasies about "that" (again the obscene word) and what kind of fantasies they were. I told him that my fantasies only consisted of what I knew. What he had taught me. But there must be more, I suspected. He nodded and wanted to know if he could teach me something. I looked at him lustfully from below, squeezed his penis tightly and then pushed it down to my little rosette. For a moment I felt insecure that he might find it too depraved. But my desire left me no other choice and I wanted to be honest to him. Well, I had nothing to fear, his reaction to my daring was wonderful! He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then looked at me brightly. "You really want that...you sweet girl?" I nodded. He pulled my hand from his penis and pushed his member into the beloved peach. He promised to fulfill my wish. But only, I replied, if he confessed his unfulfilled desires to me! "How do you know that I have unfulfilled desires?" We kissed before he let me answer. "I know now, chéri!"

The first night of love on our "little honeymoon" as he called it gave us the long-awaited satisfaction we had hoped for. It was amazing, but every act of love was like a new experience! The most important thing, however, was his complete satisfaction. The first time it was a relief for him, he confessed to me that he built up a strong lust throughout the day, which then discharged itself in a liberating way. The second act of love was uncontrollable lust. He couldn't and didn't want to hold back, but wanted to live out his desire completely. He said that nature forced him to be unbridled at...(again the obscene word) but with consideration for my experience of pleasure. Was that true? Yes, oh yes! I confirmed it. (He didn't care about it during our first lovemaking. I should have known that, he said. Well, I knew it for a long time!) If I couldn't stand him physically, I wouldn't be the right woman for him, he added. I told him quickly and with a firm voice that I could stand much much! more. He laughed and calmed me down immediately, because that was all he wanted to hear. At one point during our lovemaking, he asked me if I liked his obscene words. I said yes. Then he grabbed my chin hard and demanded that I speak obscenely to him. I did so as far as his hard grip would allow me to speak. Then, in a fit of tenderness, he kissed me and called me his "...sweet angel!" The Emperor had amazing potency, which the Empress either kept quiet about or simply did not know. She had never disparaged the Emperor as a lover, but she had never referred to him as 'Hercules' either, so I thought she simply had no idea of his stamina in bed. Napoléon was so wonderfully insatiable! He made love to me half a dozen times and could have done so more often, even though his love fluid bubbled less after each climax. But his penis remained hard. He said that from time to time this permanent erection occurs, however, according to Dr. Corvisart's this is not a cause for concern, but it is sometimes very annoying. He said there was only one cure for it - me!

When that first night was over, a day together awaited us. I got up and went back to my apartment, took a bath, and had Camille dress me and do my hair. I wore a small, narrow mauve dress with a small lace collar at the neck. It looked simple, modest. I wore nothing underneath. How cheeky! Camille put a few small pearls in my earlobes and I was ready for the day. I went back to the Cabinet Arrière and waited to have breakfast with my Emperor. I didn't have to wait long before he arrived. Bathed, shaved, lightly perfumed but not quite dressed. He wasn't wearing his uniform jacket yet, only shirt, vest, knee breeches, silk stockings and was still in slippers, but had already tied a black tie around his neck. "Seeing you first thing in the morning, Adèle...makes my day." He smiled as he blew a kiss on my cheek. I murmured a shy "Bonjour, Sire!" and sank into a curtsy. I don’t know why I showed such shyness that morning after our night of love. Especially when I remember that at that time of the morning the Emperor usually visited me in my apartment to make love to me on the dresser! But now, after this night of ecstasy (I must admit that in the high art of lovemaking we really hadn't missed out on any position, no matter how acrobatic it was!) I suddenly felt insecure without knowing why. I finally put it down to the realization that reminded me of who he was. And what a nobody I was! However, I felt safer by maneuvering carefully rather than overwhelming him with our intimacy. Here, in his chambers, it was better to leave it up to him how we treated each other. We sat down in the seating area and had two lackeys serve us breakfast. I poured the Emperor a cup of coffee and added four sugar cubes. He watched me. When the servants had disappeared, he said: "You know Adèle, that I cannot be here with you all the time. Do you know how you want to spend the day?" I handed him his cup of coffee. "Oh Sire, I won't be bored. This study is so cozy. I'm going to read, to think...and dream...a little." The Emperor carefully took a sip of the hot coffee and looked at me in amazement over the rim of the cup. "Dreaming?" he asked. "...dreaming of what?" I bit into a slice of yeast pastry and took a sip of linden blossom tea. "Of Corsica!" I said smiling. The Emperor groaned. "Corsica? Why Corsica again...? You're crazy!" I spread butter on a slice of yeast pastry and handed it to him. "...but I want to dream about Corsica. About your childhood on the island of beauty. Why not?" I had read quite a bit about the island in the meantime. The Emperor twisted his mouth and said contemptuously: "...pah, island of beauty! There are only robbers, beggars and villains of every kind!" He took a bite of his yeast pastry and looked at me shaking his head. I replied: ".... and up in the mountains there is a castle, an impregnable fortress, in which a young beautiful princess lives. Alone, she waits there for her beloved husband, who will return from across the sea. She looks out for him every day from a tower. On a high rock above the castle she sees the dragon. The dragon that protects her and will announce the return of her lover. When the dragon spreads its wings and flies over the rocks to the sea, she will see the prince's ship..." After my words had faded away I took another sip of tea. The Emperor looked at me speechless.

He put the yeast pastry back on the plate. "Am I this prince?" he then asked. His big bright eyes waited, almost tortured, for an answer. I think he was afraid of what I would say. "Of course, Sire!" It was the liberating answer for him. It was only the story of a childish reverie, but it seemed to have struck him right in the heart. He grabbed my arm, made me stand up and pulled me onto his lap. I put my arms around his neck. "You are my beloved prince!" He nodded. "We dream together...yes? I love to dream too. Will you dream with me, Adèle?" I hugged him tightly and kissed his face.

Eventually the Emperor left to go about his daily work. It wasn't long, however, maybe an hour, before he reappeared. He found me in front of the bookshelf, leafing through a history book about India. He put his lips to my ear. "...can't concentrate," he whispered...I'm so restless again...something keeps twitching...there!" He pushed my hand down to his trousers. I opened the buttons of his fly, we had never done it standing before. I pushed the book back on the shelf, while he lifted my dress, caressing my bare thighs. "No panthalons! ...you clever little beast...you!" He chuckled. I stood on tiptoe, because that made me taller, and held on to the bookshelf. With one arm around my waist he lifted me up and with the other hand he inserted his member. We laughed, and didn't know why. However, standing at lovemaking wasn't fast enough for him, so he pushed me to the sofa, made me kneel on it again and made love to me quickly and hard from behind. He came to me five more times that day from his work, loved me, kissed me, made me whisper obscene words in his ear.

In the evening he had to hold a reception, but he didn't last long. I had undressed myself and gone to bed when I heard a loud bang. The Emperor yelled at his servants, entered the bedroom and slammed the door behind him. "Take my clothes off!" he yelled at me. I jumped out of bed naked and laughing, and together we both tore his clothes off. Then he grabbed me and threw me onto his bed.

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