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[jinna-aka-ninja]

Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoysXFem!Reader Part 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6

Word Cound: 2,987 AN: I’m not entirely sure if I should write nsfw for this at some point ... what do you think?

The cave... well it wasn’t the worst place she had been to. She didn’t hate it! No! Far from it! Y/N actually thought it was cool... okay so she couldn’t see sh*t.

 From the moment they had managed to get down to the steps right at the entrance to the cave, darkness greeted them. Very few parts were lit up from the moonlight that seeped in from cracks in the walls. The few and far in between moon beams did nothing to support her eye sight.

 Dwayne was the first one down, a stick in hand that was wrapped with a torn t-shirt, soaked in some kind of flammable liquid; having lit it before they entered. He used this to light up what looked like old rusted oil drums. They must have been filled with something to keep the fire going strong and thankfully it was bright enough to light up the cave they entered.

 Paul helped down Laddie, taking a hold of him by the waist and hopping down with him on the final rather large step. “Hyah!” He said with him as they reached the bottom, “Grab the rock box, buddy!”

 “Yeah!” Laddie said happily going over to grab the stereo for them to play music. It was such a sweet moment to witness.

 Marko had grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her walk down the steps. She was confused by his actions. Why was Marko sticking to her? From the moment he found her he had stuck by her side like he was afraid she would run off into the night and disappear.

 “Not bad, huh? This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about 85 years ago.” David said to them with a smile. While he spoke Paul took a hold of the stereo from Laddie while he stood on the outer ledge of the fountain. Dwayne still making his way around the cave to light up the rest of the cave for them.

 “Too bad they built it on the fault.” Y/N said. David looked at her when she said that.

 “You know what happened?” He asked her. He was curious as to how she knew word for word what he was about to say, or was it coincidence?

 “Um.. no I’m sorry.” She said shaking her head glancing away. Even she wasn’t sure why the words slipped from her lips. She had never once been in Santa Carla before, how could she know of what happened here?

 David made his way up to her, holding her chin gently with his gloved hand, a smile on his lips. “Don’t apologize.” Her heart thumped hard in her chest, she felt this way earlier with Marko too. What the heck was happening?

 Michael didn’t look too pleased to see how close David had gotten to Y/N. Trying to step forward only for Star to hold his hand to stop him from going any further.

 David let go of her chin and walked about some more, “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header right into the crack. So now it’s ours.” David said to Michael, coming to a stop in front of him.

 “So check it out, Mikey!” Paul said making Marko and Dwayne laugh as he lit a blunt in that he held with his lips.

 “Marko, food.” David said to the blonde who had yet to let go of Y/N’s hand even though she had already been safely on the bottom of the steps.

 This had seemed to make Marko realize if he went to get food he would have to let go of Y/N’s hand. He glanced at her, hesitation in his eyes. “I can go too?” She said noticing he didn’t seem to want to leave her side.

 “It would be faster if he went by himself. Marko, share Y/N. You’re hogging her.” Dwayne said to Marko who frowned but led Y/N over to a worn loveseat covered in blankets.

 “I’ll be back.” Marko said to her, his words coming out a promise. But also there was something he was holding back. Y/N knew without him having to say what he wanted to hear.

 Y/N looked into his eyes and smiled, “I’ll be here.” She said to him. He smiled as he ran up the steps to go and get food.

 David led Michael away from Star to speak to him. Dwayne and Paul held Laddie’s hands and helped him hop up onto the ledge of the fountain. “That’s what I love about this place; you ask and then you get.” David was trying to sell this place to Michael, that much was clear, but every once in a while he would glance back to Y/N. Wanting to see if she was paying attention maybe but there was also a chance he was hoping that she too would be sold on the cave.

Paul hopped down and handed David his blunt. David took a hold of it and held it to Michael, “Appetizer?” he asked. Michael declined, David turned to Y/N, “What about you, doll?”

 “On second thought.” Michael said taking the blunt from David, trying to get David to stop paying attention to Y/N. He didn’t like the way David looked at her. He didn’t like how any of them were looking at her. At this moment Michael was fighting against two feelings. The pull he had to Y/N which made his heart swoon and this almost intoxicating feeling to go to Star.

 David pat Michael on the back as he led him to the seats closer to where Y/N was. “You’ll like it here Michael.” He said.

 Y/N didn’t miss the way Star seemed to move further away from them. Trying to create distance between herself and the others. There was something in her eyes, like she didn’t want to be there, so why was she? Y/N felt no ill will to Star. Sure she was envious of the attention she got from Michael but there was sorrow that radiated from the girl. It came off of Star in waves that washed over Y/N making her curious about this girl. She was hiding something. It was so much harder to hide negative emotions than it was to hide anything else.

 Paul sat beside Y/N, an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll keep you company. Show you that I’m much more fun than Marko.” He said to her with a smile looking into her eyes. How many times would Y/N feel this way? Something was wrong. She felt drawn to Paul too? Her eyes glanced over to Dwayne, curious to know if it would be the same with him. Almost like he had felt her eyes on his, Dwayne looked over and made eye contact. Smiling at her and sending her a wink.

 “Don’t give him attention, it’s my turn.” Paul said to Y/N pulling her in closer so that she was on his lap.

 Y/N felt herself stiffen at the feeling of being on his lap. This was a closeness that she had never had with someone before. Though it felt right, she still felt like she should move off of him. Though the moment she tried to slide back off, his left arm just wrapped around her waist to hold her into place. He had her sitting on his lap turned on her side so he could still look at her when they spoke.

“Don’t try to leave me, I just want to be closer to you.” The words came off so quietly but he had moved forward to whisper it into her ears making Y/N feel a shiver go down her spine.

 Paul didn’t even seem to care that this had just been their second time meeting, or the fact that he was doing this in front of everyone. David and Dwayne didn’t seem upset by it though. Michael on the other hand, sat on a seat with his hand clenched tightly in a fist on his knee. His eyes burning into Paul and Y/N like they had just committed some great sin.

 David spoke to Michael about all the things they do. While he spoke, Paul pulled Y/N closer to him, making her rest her head against his chest as he leaned back so that she could finally relax rather than sit rigidly on his lap. He was smoking from another blunt, the smoke hovering around them and into her lungs as she breathed. It wasn’t a complete high, but she was starting to feel more relaxed.

 After some time there was a sound coming from the entrance of the cave and Marko came down holding a box filled with some to-go boxes of Chinese food. “Feeding time! Come and get it boys! Marko’s eyes scanned the cave until they landed on Y/N on Paul’s lap. She felt herself stiffen thinking he would be upset. He was the one who brought her here and had been holding her hand but for some reason he didn’t seem upset. Marko’s eyes sparked with life as he grinned and started to hand over food to David. Turning to toss one to Dwayne, Laddie and then to Paul, who caught it easily despite Y/N being on his lap. Y/N now starting to sit up straight rather than leaning against him.

 “ Chinese, good choice.” David said to Marko, leaning forward in his old wheelchair covered in all sorts of cloth, ranging from rags to blankets. “Guests first.” He said holding it to Michael who held up his right hand in a dismissive manner as if to say he was good.

 “You don’t like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?”David asked him, his words ending with a chuckle as he held it out to him again. “Come on.”

 Ever so eager to please, Michael reached out to take it. Y/N felt like Michael was trying to impress everyone.  He didn’t want to seem weak to anyone. Trying to show that he was willing to do anything, that nothing bothered him; still there was apprehension in his eyes.

Marko handed David another to-go box before going to sit down with two boxes right beside Paul, lifting Y/N’s legs that had been on the empty spot of the loveseat. He set her legs on his lap and handed her one of the boxes, she got noodles instead of rice.

 The way these guys were with her made it feel like they were so used to her being there already, like she just belonged there and it was natural for her to be with them. Y/N kind of loved it.

 Just as she had started to bring up some to her lips she heard David, “How are those maggots?” He asked, “Maggots Michael. You’re eating maggots, how do they taste?” He continued making her look over. Spotting Michael looking down at his box before spitting out rice. Y/N’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t known Michael long but seeing him look back at his box again and looking confused, she knew something was up. The feeling of a hand on her leg, thumb smoothly rubbing against her calf drew away her attention.

Paul was looking at her curiously. Her eyes seemed to soften under his gaze but hearing Marko, Laddie and Dwayne laughing reminded her of what had just happened.

 “Leave him alone.” Star spoke up making David look almost annoyed for a second.

 “Sorry about that.” David said moving his chopsticks in his to-go box, “No hard feelings, huh?”

 “No.” Michael said trying to brush off of the oddity that had just occurred but Y/N knew better than to brush this off. Michael must have seen maggots if he reacted the way he did but the box that fell onto the floor held nothing but rice. Something was happening and it had her on edge.

 “Why don’t you try some noodles?” David asked holding out the box he had in his hands to Michael. Y/N leaned up a bit more to look into the box, seeing nothing but noodles.

 “They’re worms.” Michael said to David looking in the box making David bring it closer in to himself.

“What do you mean they’re worms?” He asked him taking some into his mouth. “They’re only noodles Michael. Michael took the box from David and looked at it, using the chopsticks to look through the noodles. Simply that, noodles.

 Marko stood back up going over to David when he gestured to him, whispering into his ear. Marko’s smile seemed to vanish, a serious look in his face as he gave a small nod of his head. Turning he walked further into the cave setting down his box.

 When Marko had returned it was with an old bottle of wine, covered in gold and jewels. It looked rather antique and yet when he handed it to David, David still opened it and brought it to his lips, taking a sip of it.

It looked like he had just drank something that could give him a rush as he closed his eyes for a moment before they opened. Those pale blue eyes zeroing in on Michael, “Drink some of this Michael. Be one of us.”

 Michael looked skeptical but as it was handed to him he stood, walking over and taking the bottle. Y/N slid into the spot where Marko had been a moment ago, this time Paul let her move.

“Michael. Michael. Michael.” It was a chant, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko speaking his name in encouragement. Urging him on to drink from the bottle.

 Star moved over to stand behind Michael, “Don’t drink it Michael. It’s blood.” She warned him. This caught Y/N’s attention because if the hunch she had was right, if it was blood. Then she knew Michael shouldn’t drink it.

 “Michae-..” Y/N didn’t even get to finish the name before Michael rolled his eyes.

 “Yeah, sure,” Michael said to Star, “Blood.” And then he drank. Then the boys cheered.

 Deja vu. It was the same feeling she had felt four other times before in her life. It ached. Her soulmate... was dying. Now however, it made sense. Her soulmates had died. Each and every time they drank from that very same old bottle the progress to dead began to happen.

 That’s what vampires were, undead. Alive but not really so.

 Despite this information now showing her that they were truly not dead her soul still felt their life draining. Half a vampire could be described as actively dying.

 It took a day or so for the feeling to go away before proving to her that these four; David, Marko, Dwayne and Paul had changed in less than 30 hours. Still, she felt pain through that time. Then when they would have fully turned she felt the greatest pain of all, and yet it faded away into depression when she believed she lost her soulmate forever. Now she could see why she felt the connection to the other four.

 Star and Laddie moved further away as Michael took another sip. Marko began to push David in his wheelchair around. Dwayne and Paul stood up and they began to celebrate, welcoming him.

 This on its own had Y/N feeling worried but then their eyes landed on her. Sitting there, her box of food having been set down on a small table beside the seat.

 At some point David had taken the bottle from Michael and held it out to Y/N. “Didn’t think we forgot about you, did you doll?”

 “Join us princess.” Marko egged her on. Dwayne giving an encouraging smile from behind Marko. Paul looking at her with eager eyes.

 “I can’t drink alcohol. Bad heart.” Y/N said to them giving her best faux smile and shaking her head. The disappointment on their faces was instant.

 “Just a small sip.” David urged and yet she moved her body to sink further into the seat, away from the bottle.

 “Tyr would kill me.” She whispered. “I should be getting home.” She said to them, “Can’t stay out too late. My friend is still sick.”

 Oops. Wrong words.

 “You live with your friend?” Marko asked, there was a flash of something in his eyes that she had not seen before. Malice.

“Separate rooms.” Y/N assured him knowing that angering a vampire was not the thing she wanted to do. “But yes.”

 The sound of her being in a separate room seemed to calm them down at the very least. “I’ll give you a ride.” Dwayne insisted only for Y/N to shake her head.

 “It’s fine really. You guys are partying. I actually don’t stay too far.” Y/N spoke standing from the seat and slipping toward the staircase. “I’ll see you guys soon!” It wasn’t a promise, it wasn’t even definite plans. Yet she made her way up those stairs so quickly.

 It was terrible that she left Michael there, yet she was no idiot. What the hell was she supposed to do? It was too late. He had already started the process to being a vampire.

The shadows created by the moonlight that had been blocked by objects began to shake as she made her way past them. No one had followed after her. That was good. They continued to party. Using a sense she didn’t feel anyone near her and before she knew it, she fell into the shadows. Literally. Her body sinking into the shadows like a portal as she spoke an incantation. The pain was too much for her. Falling from the ceiling of her room and straight onto her bed with a soft thud as her body hit the comforter and pillows.

 Much like Tyr, she used up too much of her own energy and the darkness took over as she slipped into a deep sleep, at least in this sleep she would not feel the pain. She hoped.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

What About Me?

Peter Parker x Female Reader!

Warnings: Angst. Reader is upset because Peter is off being busy as Spider-Man and he's stood her up one too many times for her liking

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: Guys this is my first Peter Parker drabble! YAY!~ I absolutely adore Peter and I wrote this one up earlier tonight and figured it'd be good to share! I hope you all love it, I'm so used to writing fluff that sometimes I forget that writing angst is really good too! Let me know if you have any feedback or requests by sending in an ask, and remember to request Mod Shoyo to be specific! Have a great night (Or morning) everyone!

Also, PicsArt doesn't have the same scrabble letter thingies that Kenma and I have been using for our headers so this one is just a major WTF. Sorry if this looks ugly lol :,)

~Mod Shoyo <3

Y/N sat by her bedroom window, overlooking all of Queens from the seventh floor of her apartment building. Night had fallen and the stars were out, all of the buildings nearby had some office lights still on, people were probably still working, even at this ungodly hour.

That’s one thing that they had in common with her boyfriend Peter.

Being a web-slinging superhero was definitely not on Y/N's list of why Peter Parker could be so distant and just vanish all the time. However, when they first officially started dating, Peter took it upon himself to lay out all of his cards for her right then and there. Y/N was more than understanding and he thanked God for her every single day. Y/N knew that she said she’d be okay with the late nights and the canceled plans, that she’d be up waiting for him during late hours of the night just to make sure he came home safe.

But there was only so much she could take.

She stared down at her text messages with Peter. She asked him if he wanted to come and stay over at her apartment tonight since she’d been missing him a little extra these past couple days. Not only has Tony been working him to the bone, but the crime percentages in Queens seem to have only elevated since Peter would be out all night stopping robberies, saving people from getting mugged or kidnapped, the whole shebang. 

I’ll swing over in 10 love <3 11:45 p.m

Y/N looked at the top of her screen and saw that it was 1:57 in the morning. She knew that she got herself into this and she told herself that every time that he was late or had to cancel on her. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just doing his job, what he signed up to do, so she couldn’t be mad at him. But who could she get mad at?

She looked like a lovesick puppy, just waiting at her window to see the red and blue suit that her boyfriend wore to come swinging over to her building. Tears were streaming down her face and she was making herself more upset by crying over something like this. She grabbed her phone off the windowsill and turned it off, chucking it into a random corner of her room and lying in her bed. She got under her throw blanket on top of her covers and threw it over her head. Her sniffles and soft sobs weren’t loud enough to wake anyone, but a small part of her wished that Peter would walk in and hear how devastated she was.

Being Peter’s girlfriend was a blessing. It was something like a mantra that she told herself every single morning when she woke up. She wanted to be the one he came home to, the one that would make all of his cuts and bruises better after she cleaned him up, she wanted to be the last woman he would ever love in his life. She wanted to be his. Forever. But being in a relationship didn’t always mean that Peter was the one she fussed over all the time. She was entitled to her own feelings and how she felt, and right now, she was sick and tired of waiting up for Peter.

As if right on cue, her bedroom window slid open and in crawled Peter. He was panting, short of breath as soon as he ripped his mask off his face. “I’m so sorry love, there was this guy in an alleyway that wouldn’t leave this group of middle schoolers alone and he-”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Y/N's shaking figure under her throw blanket. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bed, his ears picking up on the sounds of her soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulled the blanket off her head and saw her laying in the fetal position. Her hair was covering the side of her face and he couldn’t really see her expression, but he knew that she was upset. Obviously.

“Baby,...” Peter pushed her hair behind her ear and could see her puffy eyes and red nose. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

Y/N sat up in bed and fixed her crazy hair, sniffling and wiping tears off of her cheeks with the sleeves of her shirt. She sputtered and tried to speak, but she didn’t even know what to tell him. Part of her wanted to be straight up and just tell him that this is the seventh time she’s been kept up waiting on him, but the other part of her knew it wasn’t his fault and that she was just upset because he’s been so busy. Just because she was always available for him, doesn’t mean that Peter was always at her dispense too, especially with what he does with his time.

“I…”

Peter waited for her to explain, but she just looked down at her lap and started to cry again. He felt awful and he was so clueless. He thought back to the last time she cried and remembered that she had lost a grandfather recently that she was close to. Maybe it was that. He grabbed her hand and held it in his tightly.

“Is this about your grandpa again, love?”

Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away from his. Now Peter was really confused. He racked his brain trying to figure out what else it could be, but every single option he came up with just came to a dead end. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying to think, and she found it ironic. He was so intelligent, the smartest guy she’s ever known. Yet he’s so oblivious when it comes to the small things, she always thought that maybe his brain was so big, that the most simple of questions really took a couple of seconds for him to think about.

“I’m just tired, Peter.” She finally croaked.

Peter’s heart fell into his chest. His gaze met hers instantly and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He always thought about how Y/N never deserved to be with someone like him, not when he has the whole Spider-Man thing going for him. It’s unfair to her. And he always felt like one day she’d get tired of it all, but he was praying to God out of his own selfishness, that today was not that day.

“This…” She hiccuped. “This is the seventh time that I’ve stayed up past what we agreed to see each other at just to see if maybe you needed a little more time to come home.”

Now Peter understood. 

“You said you’d only be ten minutes at 11:45 and it's two in the morning now, Peter.” Peter looked down at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. “It’s been so hard for me these past couple times to just tell myself this is what I signed up for. But I miss you so much while you’re gone.”

She broke down in tears again, sobbing into her hands. Her sobs and her hiccups were muffled, but that only made them louder in Peter’s head. She was right, in every way imaginable. He hadn’t been much of a boyfriend recently, only texting her about how much he loved and missed her, sending her a quick selfie while he was mid-swing from one crime to the next. He couldn’t even imagine how lonely she must feel within those gaps of time that he wasn’t messaging her.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” Peter cooed. “I know that I’ve been really busy recently, and I-I can’t even think about how lonely you must feel every single time I do this,”

Y/N looked up from her hands and wiped the snot that was running down her nose. She could barely keep her puffy eyes open enough to look at him.

“Don’t ever tell yourself that this is what you signed up for ever again.” Peter scolded. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I knew in my heart that I was ready to be your boyfriend. And I still believe that. I haven’t been giving you the attention that you deserve and that’s completely on me. Okay?”

Y/N stayed quiet, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. The scary part was over. She was never good with calling people out and telling them how what they’re doing affects her. She’d rather just forgive them and never have to talk about it again. But then, when it happens again, she just puts herself through an endless cycle.

“I just miss you…” Y/N sobbed, wrapping her arms around Peter.

She dug her nose into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to feel his hair in between her fingers. When Peter hugged her back, her entire body relaxed and she just let him hold her while she cried into his suit. Peter was rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering sweet things into her ears in between pressing kisses to the top of her head and her temples.

“I’ll do better for you, baby. I promise, okay?”

Y/N nodded. 

Peter felt himself getting choked up the entire time Y/N was crying in front of him. The lump in the back of his throat was almost unbearable to push his spit past whenever he swallowed. He held Y/N in his arms for a while longer before finally taking his suit off and changing into some pajamas. He crawled into bed with Y/N and held her once more, the sound of her heart beat finally calming down bringing a soft smile to his face. He kissed the top of her head once more and closed his eyes.

That night, he made a promise to himself.

A promise that she was never going to feel like this ever again.

[alieinthemorning]

Tug [Shinsou Hitoshi]

Content: Soulmates, Fluff, Sports Festival Arc

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tizuaka

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Today was one of the most important days of your life, the UA Sports Festival. An event where students would show off their skills and be potentially scouted by pros. You put in so much work into your training. Sleepless nights, bruised body and constant cramming. You had made it through the obstacle race, and had a lot of fun doing it, but…

The cavalry battle kicked your ass. Your team was fourth to last, so of course you didn’t make it to the finale. You were a bit bummed about it, but once you saw that alleged quirkless boy that had been the talk of the school enter the arena, your interest peaked.

But then, all of a sudden

You felt a rough tug.

You had been feeling these little tugs ever since you entered UA, and they had only gotten stronger since entering the festival.

“Ugh—” Another strong pull. You eyed the people nearest to you in the stands. No one else seemed to be affected. However, they were looking at the field below curiously. Your eyes slid over, shocked to see that the two combatants were just standing there. Your eyes flicked up to the large screen.

Midoriya Izuku, the alleged quirkless boy and—

Shinsou Hitoshi

Your brows raised as you looked back toward them. Midoriya stood stiff as if he were petrified. Shinsou however…

“Shinso failed the practical part of the exam, so he lost a spot in the hero course,” You raised a brow as Aizawa spoke, “He got into general studies though, and that’s all he could have hoped for. His quirk is extra powerful, but…given the format of the practical exam. His ability didn’t help him out.” The crowd gasped in awe while you sat in silence. You were fixated on the two, watching in awe as Midoriya silently walked toward the edge of the boundary.

“Ah—” Another tug, this time powerful enough to have you jerk forward in your seat.

Unfortunately, the tug came at the most inopportune time because once you had collected yourself, Midorya was staring back at Shinsou and—

Wait…

Shinsou had shifted back a bit.

“Shit…!” You hissed, gripping the railing tightly as you forced yourself from tipping over the edge. When others around you questioned you, you simply told them that you were really interested in the fight.

If only they knew.

After a few seconds of holding his bruised hand, Midoriya ran for Shinsou. He shoved him toward the edge, but Shinsou punched him in retaliation, not ready to give in just yet. Despite this, Midoriya continued to push him. Shinsou tried to grab him by his neck, but Midoriya counted by grabbing his arm and slamming him to the ground. Shinsou struggled to overpower him, and he did, but—

"Fuck—!” You felt another strong tug, and the next thing you knew, you were flying over the railing.

You knew it was over even before Present Mic announced it.

You did this. This was your fault.

You kept your eyes on the ground as you dusted yourself off, listening in on the students of class 1-C, who were only a few seats over, crowded the railing to speak to Shinsou.

“You were awesome out there, Shinsou!”

“You’re the shining star of us general studies guys!”

“You had us on the edge of our seats!”

“You did just as well as the guy who got third in the obstacle course!”

The corner of your lips tugged upward before you could stop them. You chanced a glance at Shinsou, only to find that his gaze was already on you. He was silent for a moment before addressing Midoriya.

“They’ll consider transfers to the Hero Course depending on the results here. Remember that.” Your eyes widened at his statement, “Maybe I failed this time, but I’m not giving up. I’ll show them I’ve got what it takes to make the Hero Course, and I’ll become a greater hero than all of you.”

Summoning whatever courage (and dignity) you had, you followed the soft tugs to him.

You fiddled with your fingers as his eyes widened. “Uh…hi—I’m your—”

“The one who had a hand in me losing the match.”

You winced, “I’m sorry, I—”

He cut you off again, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we—”

This time he was cut off by Midnight, who had cracked her whip at the two of you. “Clear the field!”

Shinsou rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand. “Come on. Looks like we’ve got some getting to know to do…” He paused then glanced back at you

"Soulmate.”

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[28dayslater]

after our tozer convo in the DMs i would really like you to give me a franklin expedition starting XI (formation of your choice). preferably with explanations for those of us (me) who don’t know ball

Here's my vision:

Crozier obviously gaffing like let's not take the piss here. He would probably play a Dyche style 4-4-fackin-2 lump it up to the big man none of this bullshit about half spaces but this is a 433. The midfield doesn't really work but let's ignore that

ST: Fitzjames. All the glory of being your team's star player, all the shame when you fuck up. He's flashy, he's the big man, he's got a crushing sense of shame that he's desperately compensating for. And his method of compensation? G/A per 90 stats and extremely brightly coloured boots

LW: Dundy and you know he's trying rainbow flicks and bicycle kicks and what have you, whether or not any of them are leading to a goal involvement is not the point. He is wearing a headband.

RW: You might think Hickey is a leg breaking defender but not to me. Fox in the box. Poacher. Dubious foul winner. He's done it again that Cornelius Hickey you dirty bastard you've done it again

CAM: Goodsir. Being a 10 is all about creativity... setting up your teammates... finding a way to break through defenses. You've got to be able to look at things differently. I feel like he would be very injury prone. Physician, heal thyself

CM: Jopson. I'm thinking of him as an 8... never ever stops running. The most boring job on the pitch but without him there's no team! King of the nice clean tackle and if he nips an ankle from time to time well that's their fault for putting it in his studs' way

CDM: Little. Episode 5 he was temping for Crozier and that's exactly what this is. Drops back into defense, adds numbers to the midfield, does his best to help with an attack here and there. Gets no thanks for any of it and always has a huge mistake in him a la Rice against the Netherlands other day

LB: Tartnell more of a traditional FB you forget he's there most of the time until he pops up and gets an assist. Alternatively Collins bc he's Welsh and sexy like my goat Ben Davies

CB: Irving. This is another mistake prone one bc he's so nervous. But it's not his fault... he's brave he tries his hardest. His positioning is shit he plays every fucker onside but he's TRYING. Flop era John Stones and you know he'd cry if he got caught eating a Magnum

CB: Tozer OBVIOUSLYYYYYYYYYYY. Big lad doing the dirty work defending everyone and getting fuck all credit it's too perfect. You just know his massive bonce is banging in headers from corners left right and centre. I see him as a very old school CB... progressing the ball? Line breaking passes? No, I don't think so. He's busy kicking the fuck out of some brittle boned winger in rolled down socks

RB: Armitage. Your modern fullback is always going forward and inverting and leaving the actual defence to the CBs. Big Toze has it covered you go overwhelm their midfield and- oh, no, it didn't work and every goal we concede is coming down the right side of the pitch

GK: Hodgson. Goalies are always weird. Much like vicario I do not respect him. Largely infuriating but a moment of brilliance once or twice a season so the fans start creaming over him again. Holding five against Scunthorpe United then saving a penalty in the 96th minute of a cup final by being so inherently off putting the other team's striker gets distracted and slips. Message relevant

[mrspowers1987]

PART 2:

They hollered and whooped as we walked into the cave opening. Mike had his hand on my shoulder guiding me, the small boy who I hadn't noticed until he climbed off one of the bikes looked up at me. I smiled at him, children are easier to be around than adults for me. So looking him in the eye and being around him in general isn't a problem for me. He smiled back "there's a drop coming up" David said nonchalantly.

The second I heard that I strained my eyes looking for it, I only assumed when the tallest of the boys disappeared into darkness that I had found it. A taller blonde took the small boy's hand and helped him jump down, I smiled a little more. As they were going down he asked him "go get the rock box brother?" The small boy nodded "yeah". Mike watched me as I came down as if I were going to break.

"You got it?" I nodded "yep" when I was down, my jaw went slack. I'm standing in a sunken hotel with graffiti everywhere. Murals, dangling objects, my eyes had so many places to look. "Not bad huh?" David had asked one of us, I wasn't paying much mind. "This place used to be the hottest resort back in its day, too bad they built it on a fault". Now I'm looking at David as he walks around, upon noticing how far he was I wanted to be close to him. He looked into my eyes and I felt that tug again. The look on his face said join me well I didn't wait. Slowly I made my way towards David and stood beside him.

"Back in 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco the ground opened up and this place took a header" he clapped his hands together. "Right into the crack" he walked us back over to Mike. And stopped close to him "so now it's ours" Mike raised a brow and looked at me. "So check it out Mikey" the other boys in the room laughed. I turned around and looked at the blonde who had helped the small boy. He had a joint in his mouth and he looked me in the eye when he lit it.

When we met eyes bam tug. My anxiety must still be bad, being around Mike is helping. And for some curious reason David's presence is calming, now the blonde gave me a look. As if he wasn't sure if what he was seeing was real. Well good thing I know I'm real, otherwise I might freak out myself. David without looking said "Marko, food" and one of the boys who had been standing in the back moved. Marko, as I now know him, left.

David started walking me and mike around "that's what I like about this place, you ask, and you get". The blonde walked by us and handed David the joint "thanks" he smirked "yep". Me and him once again made eye contact, I felt that tug. He looked me up and down, now feeling self conscious about myself I hugged my sweater closer to myself.

He smirked and walked around me and joined the taller brunette on the fountain. When I turned back to David he had held out the joint to me. "Appetizer?" I shook my head "you don't smoke?" I looked down. He handed it to Mike who happily took it, he chuckled. "She does sometimes but she prefers her special weed that she laces" David raised a brow "can you talk Y/N?".

I just know everyone is staring.. He heard me earlier.. "I.. Uh yeah" David smirked. "Why don't you talk more Doll?" Mike looked at me protectively, Star also seemed protective of me as she walked over and put herself between us. "She's shy is all David" I melted under the burning eyes of everyone here. Star whispered to me "do you want to come sit with me Y/N?" I nodded. Star whisked me away to a bed that sat in the middle of the room. I can see everyone and everything, but I don't have to be exactly close to them. David watched with what seemed to be discontent as I sat with her.

After a small stand off between the two, David turned back to Mike. "You'll like it here Michael". Star rubbed my back and I smiled at her, quietly I said "thank you for understanding, not many do". Her kind eyes danced with pure intentions "of course honey". Happily I smiled feeling accepted "tell me tho.. Is Michael gonna be difficult to pierce?". A small giggle left me "maybe, he's never been the one getting pierced". She smiled.

"You've been pierced I see" I nodded "is it just your nose?" I shook my head. "I have seven piercings" she raised her brows. "Seven?" I nodded. Her eyes filled with curiosity and I just knew she wanted to see. "I have both of my lobes, two on my right side cartilage" I moved my hair to show her. "Oh wow that looks cool as hell" my face heated up a bit. "Yeah.. My last two are my boobs". She paused, "Wait seriously?" I nodded "yeah.." She smirked "did it hurt?" I laughed "yeah like a lot, the second one hurt worse surprisingly".

The wheels in her brain were turning "I'm sorry you got both done?" Another laugh. "Yep, on my 17th birthday" she still looked as if she couldn't believe it. "Marko only had one of his nips pierced, and that was awful, how did you do both?" . Her eyes wandered "I don't know honestly" I was stopped by that familiar tug. This time it's stronger than before, then a flash of something hit me. For a split second I saw an image in my head of my sitting next to David. Star looked angry all of a sudden "can you give me a second honey?" I nodded. She got up and so did David. They both ran off to a separate area where we couldn't see or hear them.

Mike sat across the room looking at me, I smiled. He lazily smoked his joint "you sure you don't want any babe? I can get you some". My head turned to the blonde. He sat on a couch across the room, I shook my head. "What do you lace yours with?" He has the prettiest baby blues.. I noticed them as they just danced over me. "Herbs, and other things" he laughed "you put basil in your weed?". Mike laughed "no I prefer rosemary and apple peels, it doesn't affect the high and makes it taste better". He smirked "the names Paul, I think you and I are going to be great friends". My face held a soft smile "Y/N" he gently bit his bottom lip "oh and that's Dwayne". Paul gestured to the tall brunette that was on another couch in the corner of the room. Dwayne tilted his head up and smirked at me. That damn tug again.. It's got to be because I'm not next to Mike. My head almost hurt for a second, another image. This time it was me sitting next to Paul, "sorry about that we're back" I looked in the direction of David. Star rushed over to me and sat down beside me.

David talked with Mike for a while while I talked to Star. Those random images kept coming every now and then, every time Star glared. It was like she knew. A loud thud sound followed by "Feeding time! Come and get it boys". Marko was back and he had a huge box of stuff. "Alright!" Paul cheered as Marko handed a box to David, "over here bud". He threw one to Paul, "Chinese.. Good choice," David said. He handed the box to Mike "guest first" he looked down "no thanks" David raised a brow. "What, you don't like rice? Tell me Michael.. How can a thousand Chinese people be wrong?". The boys laughed and David let out a single chuckle.

My attention was grabbed by the white box in front of me, I looked up and Marko was smirking down at me with chopsticks in his mouth. "Oh.. Thank you" as I took the box from him I smiled. His eyes pocked with mine a little longer, oh and guess what, I felt the fucking tug. Star refused the box he offered her, I looked back to Mike. He had now taken the rice and was taking a bite. I didn't make a move to open my box. While it's sweet of Marko to think about me when getting food I don't want to eat in front of strangers.

"How are those maggots? " I froze, Mike tilted his head and whispered "what?" David spoke louder "maggots Michael you're eating maggots how do they taste?". Mike looked into the box and threw it down before spitting. Watching the box I saw some of it fall out.. It's just rice. The boys laughed and David looked over at me, from beside me Star said "leave him alone".

She then stood and wrapped herself in a shawl that she had seemingly pulled from nowhere. David stopped laughing and Michael watched the rice, I guess he saw it was just rice. "Sorry about that, no hard feelings?" His voice was unforgiving and unsympathetic. Mike looked at me and my drooped eyes. "No.." He wiped his lip for any stray spit, I sat my box down next to me. "Here, why don't you try some noodles?".

David offered his box to Mike, upon glancing at the box Mike closed his eyes in irritation "there worms". The boys laughed again, "what do you mean their worms?" David picked some up and ate them. "Don't eat-" David made a show of eating the noodles "their only noodles Michael". He took the box aggressively and picked up some noodles with the chopsticks. "That's enough" Star said loudly "ah chill out girl" Paul said to her.

Marko walked over to David and leaned in so he could whisper to him. After David whispered to him he nodded and set his box down. Marko grabbed a very cool looking bottle and gave it to David. It was earie, for once the cave that had been nothing but chaotic was silent. The three boys watched in anticipation, Star left my side to be next to Mike. My chest tightened as I'm now alone.

It's so quiet that when David popped the cork on the bottle I heard the squeak of it dragging against the glass. He smirked and slowly brought the bottle to his lips, he took a swig of it. After his lips left the bottle he snapped his head to the side and slowly opened his eyes. The crystal blue irises he had looked at me with earlier were gone. His eyes were clouded with darkness and behind them lingered a hint of mischief.

My stomach twisted, as he looked at Mike with predatory eyes. "Drink some of this Michael, Be one of us" that was it. My skin felt cold as ice and I started trembling. Suddenly I feel very unsafe, I'm physically alone right now and I have no familiar surroundings. Nothing to calm myself down with as Mike is too concerned with the bottle being held his way.

My lip gently trembled with the rest of my body. As Mike went to drink it Star whispered something to him, he scoffed. The boys had started chanting his name, and he took a sip of the wine. I cringed despite everyone else cheering, that brought me back. My body stopped shaking but I still felt unsafe, David looked at me over his shoulder "take a sip Y/N". Mike laughed "good luck with that one". If I were more comfortable with him I might have explained why I don't like wine. But the way he looked at me made it seem more obligatory than anything. Quietly I walked over and took the bottle from Mike. He looked confused, I gave the bottle a look before taking a small sip. "Good girl" David said to me, the boys cheered again.

Star and the small boy retreated to a different part of the cave. "Come here" before I had a chance to react David pulled me down onto his lap. A loud squeak of a yelp left my throat at the sudden loss of my feet on the ground. My left hand grabbed David's shoulder to catch myself, I slowly looked up at him. He smirked "hello there" my face heated and my heart sped up a little. Along with that tug, I felt safe in a weird way.

"Give us a ride Marko" David clapped, Marko smirked at me over David's shoulder, the tug in my chest felt so intense. God.. For the next hour there was a nonstop party. Star pierced Michael after she came back from putting the boy, Laddie, to bed. He picked out an earring and it was funny seeing how badass he felt. "Why didn't you tell me it was so great sis? Now I see why you got so many" I giggled with Star. We were going through some of her magazines while the boys made chaos. That's what we were doing when she leaned in and whispered "I think the boys like you" I furrowed my brow "what?" She nodded. "Marko keeps stealing glances, poor Paul looks like he's going to explode if you don't go talk to him, Dwayne hasn't given a girl this much attention in years, and David has been calling you Doll all night".

My eyes widened "aren't you and David.." She shook her head "he's just territorial" I nodded "aren't they all tho?". Me and her laughed, she looked back over at the boys "Christ, Paul looks like he's gonna cry". Following her eyes I saw that Paul was staring at me, nearly bouncing in his spot.

"Go talk to him" I looked back at Star "I can't do that.." She smiled "why?" I huffed "social anxiety.. Remember?".

Her smile never wavered "Paul isn't going to hurt you Y/N, just go on and say hi or something". With a small nudge from Star I finally walked over to Paul and stood next to him. His eyes looked over me ".. Hi" he looked back in my eyes "hey babe" my lip trembled a little. "I- um.." He raised a brow, I looked for anything to talk about.. Anything.

I felt that tug again, panicking. I said the first thing that came to mind. "The tape you're playing is sweet.." He got the biggest grin on his face. "So you're cute and you have a good taste in music, that must make me the luckiest guy here". I blushed at the complement "y-you look nice to" that smirk... the tug. All of it is so overwhelming "Come on Paul! Don't hog the best part of the party man" Marko said walking over. My heart might as well explode. So much attention, this damn dug.. Why is Star just wiggling her eyebrows!?.

"Don't be shy Babygirl" Marko grabbed a piece of my hair and twirled it between his fingers. The small act sent tingles through my body. "Come sit with us" I was wordless as Marko smoothly pulled me onto his lap next to Paul. Once down Paul carefully pulled my legs into his lap. Marko continued playing with my hair, it called me down considerably. The intensity of the tug calmed and I relaxed into Marko, he looked down at me smirking. "Your hair is so soft Y/N" Paul reached over and gently twirled my hair too "yeah it is". Marko smells good too.. He has a lingering scent of fabric and an earthy smell I can't quite pick up. He's so relaxing. I was able to have a conversation with Paul about music while Marko just listened to us.

Paul started smoking a blunt at some point and Marko had worked me out of my sweater. I will admit the cave is pretty cold, but with Markos arms wrapped around me it wasn't bothersome. "What about.. Iron maiden?" Paul asked "yep" he smirked. "We should take them to that old bridge" my eyes shifted to Dwayne. "What old bridge?" Mike asked, David smirked "yeah". When he got up from his chair he grabbed the bottle of wine. Then he walked over to me and handed me the bottle. "No thank you David I already had some" He raised a brow "a sip isn't some Doll". His voice made me shiver.

Paul and Marko chuckled "yeah babe just have some and then we can go see that bridge". Marko took the bottle and held it to my lips, "here Y/N", my brows furrowed at David. He watched me drink the bottle with such joy. It's as if he enjoyed watching me drink the bottle. As I drank it Paul patted my ankle "that's it Babe". The praise made my heart tingle.

Once he decided I drank enough Marko took the bottle from my lips and set it down. Now tasting the bitterness in my mouth I made a face. "Bleh.. It's so gross" Mike lost his damn mind and Paul joined him. "Yeah Doll?" I nodded "wine is nasty" he chuckled "well we won't make you drink it anymore". Paul patted my legs again "time to see that bridge now babe" I smiled. When we got out to the bikes Paul and Marko bickered with each other about who I should ride with. Dwayne took the chance to grab me up and I rode with him. And Mike rode with David for some reason.

A/N: Sorry this took me forever lol. Been bussy

[wwithpsd]

𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬: dixie d'amelio + the fault in our stars

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A culpa é das estrelas + Alice pack

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Picking Names. Dad! Eddie Series. *FLUFF*

(I made a header!)

Summary: Eddie and his wife start the long process of coming up for names for baby girl Munson!

TW: Eddie being obnoxious (lovingly). Reader calls Eddie a hoe, but like teasingly. Name slander (?)

Word Count: 871

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“You’re joking?!” She squeals out a laugh. “You know our baby is coming out as a newborn, not a 76 year old grandma with 6 grandkids, right? We are not naming our baby Esther.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and looks back at the book in his hands. “You are so picky.” He teases back. “And what name are you thinking of since you hate all the ones I’m suggesting?”

“I dunno, I kinda like the name Allison.”

Eddie groans slightly, grimacing. “Probably not, I messed around with a girl named Allison before.”

She shoots him a look, rolling her eyes.  “Yeah, definitely not Allison.” She mutters under her breath, looking back at her book. “Oooh, what about, Jamie? Jamie Munson? That’s cute!”

Eddie looks at her again with a tight toothed smile.

“Are you kidding me? Dude, were you a hoe before I came along or what?” She jokes. “How about you tell me the names of girls you haven’t slept with yet and we’ll go from there.”

“Hey, it's not my fault I’m so irresistible. You couldn’t keep your hands off me, remember?” He digs in his cup for an ice cube and tosses it at her playfully. “You still can’t keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at her, clicking his tongue.

“Yeah, and this is how we’re going to end up with a child named Esther Munson if we can’t find the name of someone you haven’t slept with before.”

Eddie gives her puppy dog eyes, scooting his body close to her. “You know, sometimes your words hurt.”

She turns her head to look at him, snorting a laugh. “God I’m in trouble if you teach our kid how to give the puppy face to me when she wants something. You’re pitiful.”

Eddie smiles, resting his chin on her shoulder as they look through the page of names, all of them starting to blur together.

“I don’t want her to have a normal, run of the mill name, but I want her to be able to find her name on a key chain.”

“You know… a good ol’ classic name like Est-,”

“Edward James, I am not naming our child Esther.” She grits through her teeth.

Eddie puts  his hands up in defense, snickering to himself because he knows he’s getting under his wife’s skin. “I’m just saying, babe! I looked up what the name Esther meant and it meant ‘star’. I thought it was kinda pretty since you love stars and space.”

“I’m about to send your ass to space in a minute, Edward.” She mutters the threat under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear. She really only ever called him Edward when he was pissing her off.

“Alright, let's take a little break from looking at the book and do something? How about you go take a nice bath, not too hot. I’ll go grab us some early dinner, and go rent a movie? That sound nice?” He asks in a low, calm voice in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“It does sound nice. Be back here in an hour?” She sighs contently, tossing the book onto the coffee table. She puckers her lips for a kiss, batting her lashes at him.

“Oh, and I’m the one that has a pitiful face when they want something.” Eddie teases, kissing her lips three times. “Sounds like a date, sweetheart. I’ll be home soon.” Eddie rubs his hand over her belly before getting off the couch, and out of swinging distance. “Be home soon, my little Esther-roonie.”

“Eddie!” She yells loudly, picking the pillow up and throwing it at him while he ducks behind the recliner. “You are so annoying!” She lets out a laugh as his head pops back up.

“I’m annoying, but I got you to laugh!” He yells back as he runs out the door.

“I promise I am not letting your father name you Esther, peanut. But I’m going to go ahead and apologize that your father still acts like a 16 year old boy. I’ve tried, we’re both stuck with him.”

***

It's nights like this that she enjoyed the most.

Of course she loved having nights out with Eddie, but nothing beat lying on top of him while on the couch, snacking on their favorite junk food, and watching whatever movie he had rented.

Eddie had her shirt pulled up to reveal her belly, his hands rubbing the basketball shaped bump slowly and absentmindedly. Every once and a while he pressed soft kisses to her temple, almost like a reminder that he was there and that he loved her.

He ended up renting “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” for them to watch, it was the first movie that she and Eddie had seen when they started dating. It was always one of their go to picks when they didn’t know what else to watch.

They laughed at the same parts that always made them laugh, cringed at Cameron’s dad’s car “falling to its death”. But as they were watching, she picked up on something that caught her attention and she couldn’t shake it from her brain.

“Eds, what do you think of the name, Sloane?”

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[saintobio]

of lovers and liars.

↳ suna rintarou/fem!reader

genre. play, tragedy, historical, angst

tags/warnings. written in script format, usage of archaic language, very ooc, sexual abuse/harassment (not involving the ml), tyranny, beheading, blood, murder, arranged marriage, polygyny, minor and major character death

notes. saint playwright era?? lmaoaoa here’s something short to read. 3.7k wc. it’s an old work of mine from college (which i have re-written completely). header is from the wished you were dead manhwa. let’s ignore the fact that the hq boys have japanese names while the rest of the characters don’t hahah

ACT I-II -> ACT III-IV -> ACT V-VI -> ACT VII (FINAL)

PROLOGUE

Here lies the tragic story of a fair damsel

Whose misery and misfortunes beget her loss

But a savior of her grace awaits in a holy chapel

Of lovers, uniting where stars do not cross

Of liars, no heartaches will he aim to mend

For the end is the beginning and the beginning is the end

ACT I

SCENE I. At the plaza in the Athain Empire.

Enter YOU and LADY CASSIA, from the house of Vestalis, among the crowd watching the public execution of Earl Caius and Countess Isilia Vestalis who are both in pillories in the middle of the town square.

YOU

(held back by knights, tears running down your cheek) Stop! Let go of Mama and Papa! H-Have me a word with His Majesty,  I-I will bargain for my parents’ lives. Please… Set them free, I-I beg all of you!

KNIGHT 1

Besiege if you must, but they will go on deaf ears. No amount of pleading can change an imperial decree, you foolish girl! (sniggering with the other knights)

KNIGHT 2

(to the knight) Is she not the only daughter of the house of Vestalis? The very lady who incited the malicious slander towards our great emperor’s son?

KNIGHT 1

Ay, but a young flower like her will only be warranted with exile, and before that, she is still ripe enough to warm our noblemen’s beds. Even us, their men, are free to take her chastity and pass her around! (laughing)

YOU

Disgusting pigs! Is an innocent woman’s misfortune something to laugh upon? (resisting their hold, sobbing in despair) Is the ill-fate of someone such a celebration, sir?

LADY CASSIA

(pulling you away from the knights) My poor lady, I beg for your safety, let us retreat—

YOU

Leave my parents be for they only defended their helpless daughter! It is the Crown Prince Fionn who deserves punishment for harassing me, a vestal woman who did no wrong. Being the emperor’s son does not excuse him for his wrongdoings!

KNIGHT 1

Silence that filthy mouth! (slaps you) Tainting the imperial name will bring you no good, lady.

Murmurs from the surrounding crowd ensues—those of pity for the downfallen noble family while fearing for their own. The Imperial Order of Knights all gather around the Earl and the Countess, preparing them for guillotine.

KNIGHT COMMANDER

Enough! People of Athain, these traitors before you are punish’d with reason. Possess your mind with gratitude as you are not the one subjected under the horrors of those blades. Now, step back and be a witness to how justice is serv’d under His Majesty’s rule!

Anyone, even those of nobles, are not spared of public execution should slander be done towards the imperial family.

(to the knights) Make haste and behead them!

YOU

N-No—!

EARL CAIUS

My daughter, leave now! Do not torture your eyes with the image of our slaughter.

LADY CASSIA

Young lady! (takes you in her arms) Let me in on your sorrow. Your father and mother do not wish to have you witness their death. Come, I will take care of you.

COUNTESS ISILIA

Live long, my child! Be as far away from this empire as you can. (smiles weakly at you, head and wrists secured at the bottom of the wooden frame)

YOU

No, Mama, Papa! (wailing, running off to your parents) This is my fault. Had I just silenced my woes and let that cruel man be. O, our holy goddess Athena, I pray to you. Please protect my parents from this injustice. Let them go, let them go—

Blades are then released—fresh blood splattering onto your cheek as two decapitated bodies have separated from their heads. You fall on your knees with wide eyes, trembling and horrified at the macabre sight. The Earl and the Countess are thus beheaded.

Exeunt

SCENE II. At the Faren Empire. A room in the palace.

Enter EMPRESS DOWAGER and DUKE RINTAROU

DUKE RINTAROU

You call’d for my presence, Your Majesty?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Indeed, I have. (sits on her throne) A proposal is what I offer you, my young duke. A messenger bird from a neighboring empire arrived last eve.

DUKE RINTAROU

A message from Athain?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

From a noble family, that is. Do you remember Earl Caius of Athain? He is a man I owe my husband’s honor. A man from a foreign land who saved my husband from war twenty five years ago. He now finds himself in need of a favor from me. (turns to the window, forlornly)

Such a tragic fate befell his family and a poor daughter who has not seen better days—left behind and exiled from their land. The Earl and his Countess are to be executed. Or, hereinbelow, have been.

DUKE RINTAROU

What crimes have they committed to receive such a pitiful punishment?

Enter the twins, EMPEROR ATSUMU and CROWN PRINCE OSAMU, both in training armor

EMPEROR ATSUMU

They are deemed profaners to the imperial family, enemies of their good name. Crown Prince Fionn sexually assaulted a daughter of Vestalis during the banquet, but that’s only hearsay. Who’s to say that the lady was not lying?

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

Careful, now. That angel you malign is Rin’s betrothed.

DUKE RINTAROU

(turns to Osamu, defensive) Of what angel you speak of will be my wife? I have twice that burden in my estate. The first, a noble woman my heart did not seek but espoused at the request of my late father. The second, a widow of my half-brother, and I, obligated to be the paternal figure to their daughter.

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Our empire approves the polygamy of up to three wives. You have room for one more, do you not?

DUKE RINTAROU

But Empress, I pay no interest in adding another to my household, especially one who comes from a foreign land, one whose name I don't even know of. My troublesome wives are enough to deal with as is.

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Think of it as a chivalrous duty to save yet another woman’s dignity. She is left to fend for herself—if not protected, will be mercilessly preyed upon like a lost deer in a forest full of hunters. The lady ought to receive nobility in our land to replace her tarnished name, and what better choice there is than someone as valiant as you, my young duke?

DUKE RINTAROU

(contemplating) If the banished lady will flee to Faren, thousands of nobles alike are there to take her. Wherefore even your sons can do so—have her take their name and live in this palace you take shelter on.

Yet tell me not for I know what you will say. Sons of the imperial family cannot marry an exiled woman for diplomatic reasons, much less that of a fallen noble from an empire led by a tyrant ruler. And therefore, this choice leaves you with me. A duke high in nobility, but neither regal nor monarchal enough to cause conflict against a neighboring empire. What freewill do I have when an empress who is like my own mother makes such an order?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

(smiles, walks forward to embrace him) It gladdens me that you understand. Your kindness will be rewarded, my dear. Any request you have in return, I shall grant reasonably.

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

When has our soft-hearted Rin not appeased you, mother? (patting the duke’s shoulder)

EMPEROR ATSUMU

That softness you mean is nought but a hard shell outside. So often did I see your moue, Rin. Are your wives quarreling again?

DUKE RINTAROU

And ne’er will it end now that another woman is to become my wife. (turns to the empress, sighing) The lady I am bound to by marriage, is she peregrinating alone out of Athain?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

A carriage awaits her near the borders by nightfall, and erelong the wedding shall the lady arrive. Worry not, your other wives will be apprised. Your presence is all that I require.

Exit EMPRESS DOWAGER

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

What burdens your mind, Rin?

DUKE RINTAROU

(leaning against the wall) I know nothing of her name, nor her face, nor the person that she is. To call her exquisite is what a liar will serve, to call her wretched will dub me a callous man.

But if she’s proven to be another nuisance to my household, I will let her live in a separate hall so we do not cross paths. Only by pity and responsibility am I marrying that woman.

EMPEROR ATSUMU

Well, aren’t you so cold? (sniggering) How much do I bet you will find love with your third wife this time around?

DUKE RINTAROU

Bet as you like it, then I will be the richest in this empire.

They laugh and continue to banter.

EMPEROR ATSUMU

She must be the fairest girl in town if Prince Fionn took notice of her.

DUKE RINTAROU

Having a man forcing himself on her, regardless of his imperial status, is never a compliment.

EMPEROR ATSUMU

Ay, I know, I know! Howbeit, my point still stands. How beautiful could this lady be that a prince would recklessly and desperately do such a horrid attempt on her?

DUKE RINTAROU

(falls silent, ruminating) Come to think of it, my current wives can be disdainful towards each other. How much more for this foreign woman who was exiled and accused of vilifying a crown prince? They will insult her to no end.

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

And given that she is as fair as we imagine, your first wife Hera will be enraged. Lady Ci’an may be more humane, but she is just as possessive of you. Isn’t that a disastrous storm awaiting? (chuckling) Now, take your mind off things and practice sword fighting with us.

Exeunt

SCENE III. In a carriage.

Enter YOU, staring at the window with LADY CASSIA rubbing your shoulder.

LADY CASSIA

Cry it all out, my darling. Let all tears fall like rain on a heavy storm. That grief of yours will soon find light, away from the darkness that clouded you in Athain and all its land.

YOU

(bawling silently) I weep not for my own, but for my humble parents whose reputation was besmirched because of me. O, this pain in my chest! How they died will be ingrained in my memory, haunting me eternally.

LADY CASSIA

My child, pass the blame not onto yourself. Your parents did what they can to defend your honor, but the despot that runs our empire will always prevail. Erase those atrocious memories and live a better life in Faren.

YOU

In Faren, you say? (wipes your eyes) It is by my knowledge that I am banished. I have no means to travel to Faren.

LADY CASSIA

Before the execution, your father has sent a message to the bounden empress dowager, requesting if they could offer you a good life in Faren in exchange for saving Her Majesty’s husband from a war some years ago.

Another carriage awaits you on the borders of Athain, and thereupon you will be journeying to Faren with a new life, new title, and new household.

YOU

Whose household will take a fallen woman like myself?

LADY CASSIA

You are betrothed to a duke; his third wife is what you shall become. Her Majesty the Empress assures that the gentleman is not someone you should fear.

YOU

(in despair) Regardless!

Wherefore is my cruel fate neverending? To be disrespected by men, to see my parents’ perishing before my eyes, and now to marry a stranger in a faraway land who may do me harm in any way he can. Am I not easily sold like a flower in the market? Is pity not something I deserve, but owe? Is choosing to love freely not a choice, but a privilege?

LADY CASSIA

Now, now. Beggars cannot be choosers, but be indebted that you will be regarded as a noble in an empire that is willing to welcome you, an orphan of this sorrowful life. You will not be a maid nor a mistress, but a wife of a duke. You will have food on your table, a bed for your comfort—this is your father’s dying wish. Honor it, my dear.

YOU

(stares outside of the window, praying) Holy goddess Athena, I seek your guidance.

LADY CASSIA

And She shall guide you. Have faith.

Exeunt

ACT II

SCENE I. At the imperial chapel in Faren.

Enter DUKE RINTAROU at the altar, EMPEROR ATSUMU, CROWN PRINCE OSAMU, EMPRESS DOWAGER, a pastor, a few nobles, and some imperial knights, all in attendance for the simple wedding.

EMPEROR ATSUMU

Nervous?

DUKE RINTAROU

(rigid) A bride whose face I am yet to see. Who wouldn’t be?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

She arrived two nightfalls ago; from morn to eve, the palace maids have cleaned her, dress’d her, and made her bloom like a daisy in an orchard. Be at ease, my young duke. The lady is soft-spoken and unassuming.

O, here comes the bride!

Enter YOU, in a wedding dress and a gossamer white veil, holding a bouquet of irises as you walk down the aisle. The duke sees that you are hiding melancholy in your eyes.

CROWN PRINCE OSAMU

(mumbling) So should that beauty put you at ease, Rin.

You meet a speechless Rintarou at the altar where he offers a hand; both of you turn to the pastor with not another word spoken.

PASTOR

At high noon, here we gather to witness the union of Rintarou Suna and Y/N Vestalis;

Joining hands with which will bring them as one

Unfolding eternal happiness from this holy matrimony

And exchanging vows from one’s own breath to prove their undying love

Together, bride and groom, do you accept this holy marriage?

DUKE RINTAROU

(eyes scanning your face) I vow to stand before her as her husband.

YOU

And I, to him as his wife.

Exeunt

SCENE II. At the grand hall.

Enter YOU, overhearing the gossips from the noblewomen of high society.

LADY LUCILLE

(murmuring to other nobles, covering her mouth with a handled brise) Hearsay it is that the duke’s third wife is an exiled lady from Athain.

LADY AIMI

What a disgrace she brings! Wherefore does Her Majesty approve this marriage? The poor handsome duke had to wed her out of sympathy instead of saving that third marriage for someone his heart truly seeks.

LADY LUCILLE

Ah, but Duchess Hera will put her in place. Soon as they meet, it is doubtful that she will be treated with kindness in their household.

The noble ladies laugh scornfully as you pass by.

YOU

(whispering to yourself) Belittle me more for I have heard worse.

Enter DUKE RINTAROU

DUKE RINTAROU

My lady?

YOU

Y-Your Grace. How now, have you been standing there for long?

DUKE RINTAROU

No, pardon my disappearance. I was speaking to Atsumu. (offers a hand) Care to have our first dance?

YOU

(takes his hand; both of you dance gracefully) His Majesty the Emperor, you mean? You seem to speak of him so casually.

DUKE RINTAROU

He’s a childhood friend of mine. Him and his brother alike.

YOU

And that’s why the empress entrusts you with such a request as well.

DUKE RINTAROU

(nodding) Have you spoken to Her Majesty?

YOU

Merely to welcome me to Faren and console me from my…

DUKE RINTAROU

Grief? I’ve heard. That must have left you scarred.

YOU

Scarred, no less. But my anguish is not enough for you to take the burden of this loveless marriage. I understand if you completely dislike me, Duke. Detest me, even, for I am a stranger to your eyes.

I am at the mercy of your kindness, and so I will not seek the Duke’s love nor will I seek any affection from a man whose only responsibility is to save my grace. See to it that I will know my place as your third wife. I will stay away from your path, live and die quietly alone, and never dishonor your name.

DUKE RINTAROU

(stops, squeezes your hand) My lady, you overcompensate.

YOU

It is only fair to you that I do so. You have two wives to take better care of.

DUKE RINTAROU

Two wives I hold no affection for.

YOU

Still and all; they are honorable ladies that you are married to. I am nothing more but an orphan to your house.

DUKE RINTAROU

Then, how can you assure that you are someone I can trust? If I speak from my honest mind, I find it difficult to assume that you will not cause me trouble. You caught yourself entangled in a scandal with a crown prince, and rumor has it that you seduced him, then tainted his name after you were rejected. Now I am forced to take you in as my wife, do you understand where I am getting at?

Tears brim your eyes after hearing his accusations. Harrowing memories of the recent events form in your mind, disquieting you from this night of waltzes and classical music.

YOU

Your Grace, I wouldn’t sacrifice my parents’ lives for something so selfish. No solipsistic concern is enough for me to let my family be slain before my eyes! Be at your own judgement, but the goddess Athena knows that my soul is clean and that no lies carry this heart of mine. I am simply a victim of injustice!

DUKE RINTAROU

My lady, I wasn’t intending to offend.

You wipe your eyes and take a step back, refusing to meet the Duke’s eyes.

YOU

None taken. You do right with your honest sentiments.

Exit YOU

LADY AIMI

Your Grace! Your Grace, how insolent can that woman be? So self-righteous is she, when she’s the one who’s been accepted by you!

LADY LUCILLE

Her display of conceit is revolting! That lowly woman was banished from Athain for a good reason. Leave it to us to teach her a lesson, Duke.

DUKE RINTAROU

(serious) The lady you speak ill of is my wife. Touch a single strand of her hair and you will lose all of yours at my word.

Exit DUKE RINTAROU

THE NOBLE LADIES

B-But Duke!

Exeunt

SCENE III. A guest room in the palace. Night time.

Enter YOU, sitting at the window seat and overseeing the palace’s rose garden. You touch the necklace that your father gave you, sighing morosely.

YOU

The sky weeps with me, Mama and Papa. Wherever you may be, I hope eternal rest finds your way as I, too, wish to find it soon.

Enter EMPRESS DOWAGER, approaching you by the window. You stand up at once and offer a curtsy to the empress.

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Lady Y/N, why have tears sought your eyes?

YOU

Your Imperial Majesty, it is my parents that I long for on this cold eve.

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Your husband shall join you here to warm you with his comfort soon. In the meantime, I am here to offer some advice.

YOU

Advice, Your Majesty?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Tonight, be at peace in this palace. Tomorrow, be prepared as you will be lodging at Rintarou’s manor. Two wives live at his household; Duchess Hera, his first wife who is a noble of high social status, is a possessive woman that loves him passionately. Lady Ci’an, his second wife who is a widow of his half-brother, is a prideful woman who seeks his equal love and attention. It might intimidate you to find a place in his home, but learn to use your mind and ne’er your emotions when it comes to dealing with both women.

YOU

Empress, if I may ask, why is it that you find it easy to trust me?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Because I am indebted to your father. I know what kind of man he is and I trust what kind of person he raised you. He is the reason I was able to spend twenty more years with my husband before he died of illness last winter.

YOU

Had it not been for my father, I would be sleeping with an empty stomach in a desolate land.

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Therefore, you shall live for him and for your mother. You were given a chance at life to begin anew, so live long and prosper.

Enter DUKE RINTAROU

DUKE RINTAROU

Empress? What is Your Majesty’s will?

EMPRESS DOWAGER

Ah, it is only a quick visit so I can speak to your wife. (turns to you) Remember my words, my dear. I shall send you off tomorrow. Rest you merry!

Exit EMPRESS DOWAGER. You and the duke both curtsy to the empress before her lady-in-waiting shuts the door to your room. The duke approaches you closer, but you move away.

DUKE RINTAROU

My lady, about earlier…

YOU

Your Grace, I-I apologize for letting my emotions get the best of me.

DUKE RINTAROU

(takes another step closer) No, you were right. I spoke recklessly.

YOU

I stand by my word. I vow to never be burdensome to you. Do not feel obligated to spend our wedding night together for none of this is favorable to you.

DUKE RINTAROU

What kind of man would I be to leave my wife in this palace alone?

The duke starts unbuttoning his shirt and reaches for a robe. Your hands begin to shake, a flashback of Prince Fionn’s assault entering your mind. By instinct, you fall on your knees and beg for mercy.

YOU

D-Duke, please don’t. I know my marital obligations, but s-since you and I are not in love, I thought you wouldn’t want anything more from me.

DUKE RINTAROU

(confused) My lady, get up. What are you talking about?

YOU

Y-Your Grace…

You tremble as you watch him tie the knot on his robe. The duke recognizes the fear and trauma in your eyes, prompting him to pull you up in comfort.

DUKE RINTAROU

I’m not that kind of man. Is it my presence that discomforts you? You and I are husband and wife; it is only right for us to sleep on the same bed. But beyond that, I have no other malicious intentions.

YOU

(breathing deeply) I’m sorry, i-it was a misjudgment on my part.

DUKE RINTAROU

Then, go to sleep. Pay me no mind. (pats your head) Only tonight will we share this bed.

YOU

Duke..?

DUKE RINTAROU

Yes?

YOU

Your other wives. I can see why they love you dearly.

DUKE RINTAROU

Yet there’s no one I love the same. All that I do is for someone else and never myself. (stares at the ceiling, breathing calmly)

Good night, my wife.

Exeunt

to be continued…

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@hannaratheweirdo im glad it brought back the memory of that because that was 100% what i was going for with this edit

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