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xiakha · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt #2 - Bark

It wasn't every day that Hilda Ware, the Mongrel, would answer a summons. She was more than happy to let those who wanted to mouth off to mouth off as much as they liked. They got awful quiet when it came time for her Hounds to distribute what little they gathered up that moon. The purebloods could mouth off all they wanted; Hilda wouldn't hear it from down in the Brume, so it didn't bother her any. And if they got into her earshot... well there was good reason most nobles avoided the Brume. The Hounds would never directly retaliate, but everyone involved would know that it was retaliation. The Mongrel was all too happy to bite after all.

But now a nasty little rumor had gotten more legs than a yarzon and threatened to skitter its way on over to upturn the both the Pillars and the Brume all at once and the daft foreigners that started it all were asking around for her? This she had to see.

Of course, she knew of Fortemps's "guests," especially the Miqo'te. Oh she had plenty of names and rumors in the Brume. None of them were nice. Most Hilda would not to repeat or let befoul her tongue. The nicest were centered around her being the Fortemps's kept pet, the bastard son's whore, his latest cocksheath. Rarely did they make reference to her status as the Azure Dragoon, if only because most people of the Brume didn't care, and allegations that she had bedded her way into the position butted heads with the gossip that Aymeric and Estinien, the two men she would most need to spread her legs for, were more than occupied with one another.

There was another set of whispers that fretted about the recent slayings in the Brume of Temple Knights. Some claimed to have seen the Miqo'te, or someone very similar to her, do the deed. Some form of grim justice was thus dispensed, aye, but there was doubtless to be some kind of retribution upon those in the Brume. If that was the selfsame Fortemps's Coeurlregina, the whispers went, what could she hope to gain for such brutal killings?

Regardless, it would seem between stemming the tide of Dravanian forces and felling the Great Wyrm, this Miqo'te was keeping quite busy, and all the extra ruckus she was generating was getting her Hounds all worked up. Hilda was worked up too. First heretics in the city and then the implication that the Church had outright lied for a thousand years? All of this on the back of the unheard of second Azure Dragoon of a generation, the rumored Knightsbane, the foreign harlot that had seduced one of Ishgard's most beloved yet unloved sons?

These were interesting times for sure.

Hilda saw her from afar, her cropped violet hair sticking out in the grey fog and smog of the Brume by a long malm. She was clad in typical Ishgardian armor, but wore no shield. Instead, strapped to her back was a naked hand-and-a-half sword, formidable in the hands of a full grown Elezen man, colossal on the back of the adventurer.

Her arms were crossed and the flicking of her tail betrayed her annoyance, but she didn't act either as her schoolboy compatriot failed to speak sense into one of Hilda's Hounds and her shorter would-be-barmaid compatriot fretted in circles. As Hilda drew near, the Miqo'te instinctively reached behind her back to place a hand upon the grip but did not draw her sword, a motion neither of her companions noticed, but Hilda's Hounds sure did. Things were about to escalate...

"Enough! Leave threatenin' women and children to our 'betters'! We don't have the knack!"

"Hilda?"

Tch, her loyal Hounds let her presence distract them from the nearly drawn weapon before them. If there was ever a moment to strike them down, it would be now. The boys would need much more drilling if they got out of this unharmed. Despite the circumstances, the Miqo'te relaxed and her hand left her blade, though her eye never left Hilda.

"Lay a finger on the blue bloods' pups and you're like to lose the hand." She nodded, pointing her chin at the mismatched trio, "It ain't often I get called on by glorious heroes like yourself. So tell me: what have I done to deserve you?"

Introductions were brief, the Miqo'te spoke with an exotic lilt and had an equally as exotic name, "Shi-ow" or something that left the lips hanging open and the tongue frozen before the one syllable ended. Hilda knew it of course, but only after it had been passed multiple times through ears and lips, so to hear it fresh from the source was different. She watched as Xiao did her best to internalize her own name. After moons of three or four syllable long mouthfuls (in more ways than one, if the rumors spoke true) with enough written-but-unspoken hidden letters to stage an ambush, it must have been equally relieving and disconcerting to pass the lips over "Hilda."

She was nearly Hilda's height, but built likely a third again as heavy. Hilda didn't consider herself much of a sickly waif, but with the way Xiao's muscles packed the armor she had on, the Mongrel was as emaciated as her nickname would imply in comparison. Broad of shoulder and bereft of much of a bust, she could likely have passed for a man if she wished, were it not for the smooth femininity of her face and the silky if firm way she held herself. Considering the predilections of the Greystone she was (oft anyway) joined to by the hip, the way his sword swung, so to speak, much started to make sense.

Her ears were twitchy and alert, constantly flitting to sounds around them. Her eye was a deep purple, the other covered by a scar and eyepatch. Hilda had never been stared down by a great wyrm, but she imagined Xiao's eye was similar enough. Upon Xiao's cheeks and across her nose was a starfield of pale flecks on her tan skin that matched the whisker-like streaks that ran from her jawline. Her lips were held thin and curved mostly downwards, her eyebrows alike. All together, her face was weary. The eyepatch and hard squint did little to disguise her eyebags. If she were prim enough to line her eyes, blush her cheeks, or paint her lips, all of that had faded away long ago. If she had anything high class to her, it had been beaten out of her through years of low living.

So it was that Hilda immediately took a liking to the brute despite herself.

The schoolboy who could have passed for a noble save the lack of high blood stench, or at least one that Hilda recognized, was Alphinaud and their diminutive and deceptively devious companion was Tataru. Of the three, Hilda was most wary of the Lalafell, she knew too much and was the most likely to be in a position to use the information she had. The most damage that Alphinaud could do was talk your ear off, and Xiao may slice one in twain with the sword but clearly left the intrigue and plotting to her betters.

Introductions made, Hilda directed them into the Forgotten Knight to get out of the cold and miasma, and so at least they could keep an eye on the prying ears around them. She watched as Xiao gave the slightest of nods to the armored Au ra by the stairs, who returned the gesture, then strolled up to the bar to order a round for the entire table. Curiously, she leaned backwards on the bar and mostly gestured her order, keeping her un-eyepatched eye on the few remaining patrons, her ears flicking to every muttered conversation. Hilda recognized the style.

Curiouser and curiouser.

"How's a pirate fall in with snooty highborns?" Hilda asked as Xiao returned with lagers for the table, a hot chocolate for the boy, and mulled wine for the Lalafell.

Xiao scowled slightly at the recognition but shrugged, "Didn't think other Lominsans came this far ashore."

"Relax, I've just a single acquaintance that orders spirits as you do, though it would seem skypirates have taken after their seaborne brethren." There was a brief toast, "Well?"

"To shorten a long tale, took on a mercenary assignment that went overlong. Wouldn't recommend."

The look of dismay on Alphinaud's face at this set the Hounds laughing.

"And here I was thinkin' you'd be a prissy lady adventurer with the company you keep. Full of surprises this one, eh?"

"'Ve been warned to roll wi' dogs was to get fleas, but what's that matter to us already fleabitten?"

Hilda tapped her tankard on the table, "Hear, hear. Well then, I suppose this'll be some candid canine conversation I can expect?"

Xiao nodded again at the Au ra, who unsheathed his own long naked blade and thrust it into the wooden planks at his feet, catching the attention of the few dawdling patrons who hadn't cleared out when Hilda arrived and stared at them. The Mongrel went up to Gibrillont herself and offered him a bag of coin for the inconvenience that clearing out a slow night was, and the greatsword wielding knight returned to his room with his young charge, leaving the party alone in the Forgotten Knight.

"So what's this about a rumor I hear?"

Hilda blew a low whistle after Alphinaud finished regaling the full tale, "Look, you've a good heart. I can see that. Willin' to risk your neck for someone else, even when his troubles ain't yours. But what's this got to do with me and mine?"

Alphinaud nodded, "If Ser Aymeric is imprisoned in the Vault, we will need all the help we can muster to breach their defenses and rescue him."

"Lookin' for as big a pack as you can muster--" The doors above them slammed shut, "What in the hells?"

"And here I was seeking to put down but a single monstrous heretic with the blood of Temple Knights on her hands, only to find a rats' nest ...or perhaps a kennel?" Ser Charibert de Leusignac, pyromancer, former inquisitor, and current member of the Heavens' Ward descended the steps with his retinue, "The honored guests of House Fortemps consorting with the queen of rats? Oh? Plotting insurrection, I shouldn't wonder! Tsk-tsk. That won't do."

"That. Won't. Do. At. All."

Xiao had already risen, her hand resting easy on her sword's grip, "If ye want me to come quietly, 'd happily fight another of yer 'trials by combat.'"

Charibert clicked his tongue, "Sickness is wont to fester and spread. It must be burned out ere the infection takes hold. Why wait for a trial when we have reason enough to excise the tumor here and now?"

"I reckon ser's got the irons already waiting to be fired." Hilda drew her musket." Well, so happens I've got irons of my own awaiting firing."

"Ahahaha! Such simple creatures, rats and rabid dogs alike. Certain to attack when cornered." The Knight of the Heavens' Ward waggled a finger, "Let us step outside, miladies. In here, your toys could hurt someone."

Outside the Forgotten Knight, Hilda was greeted to overwhelming odds. Charibert likely summoned as many Temple Knights that could be spared. Hilda looked back at her forces, the only other combatant was Xiao. Her Hounds never traveled with weapons if they could help it, no reason to risk imprisonment if they get frisked by a passing knight. Alphinaud could provide some conjury, but combat magicks he had little experience with, and his carbuncle didn't have the teeth to tear flesh. Dozens against two, three if you were being generous.

Xiao drew her sword finally and casually leaned against it while sizing up the enemy herself. She turned her head to Hilda and gestured quizzically at the gathered knights.

Hilda smiled, "Seems like an even fight to me."

Without a rejoinder, Xiao plunged into the fray.

The adventurer was mighty, working her way through as many knights as she could. Her blade bristled with crackling black-red energy. Hilda did her best to watch Xiao's back, shooting to disable any Temple Knights that attempted to attack from Xiao's left though the Miqo'te seemed preternaturally able to dodge even those opportunistic swipes from her eyepatched side. What hits the knights were able to get in were quickly healed over by Alphinaud, and Xiao was able to draw enough enmity that neither Hilda nor Alphinaud had much aimed at them.

But attrition was, and seemed always to be, the strategy. Xiao did not get a chance to finish off any of the knights, so plentiful were her foes, so a knight dropped to the cobblestones could recover and return to the melee little worse for wear. Alphinaud, the poor boy, caught a stray arrow to the shoulder, and Hilda ran out of munitions, the bark of her gun finally out of bite. The Mongrel grimaced and prepared to use her musket as a club when a voice ran out above the din of combat.

"Stop this, all of you! It is madness! Why are you fighting!?"

Haurchefant Greystone leapt off his chocobo and slammed shield first into a knight poised to pierce Xiao's side. Hilda watched Xiao's expression, determined but grim up to this point, split into a wide and starry-eyed smile.

Ye gods, the Miqo'te was so incredibly in love. It was sickening, thought Hilda.

Xiao fought with increased fervor, her swings now more reckless that she had someone to her back. Haurchefant fought with textbook expertise, parrying blows and deflecting shots with efficient and precise movements. His steady defensive work gave Xiao the room to breathe and inflict more readily grievous harm. Knights no longer rolled away to gather their sense and return to the fray.

"Hilda!" One of the Hounds caught her attention and tossed her a satchel of ammo. She caught it out of the air and reloaded her musket in one fluid motion. Alphinaud mustered the will to pull the arrow out of his shoulder, his face beaded in sweat from the exertion. He now stood up, his conjury patching up his shoulder, and was ready to aid in battle again.

Thus it was that the tides of battle turned.

Soon, it was only Charibert left, pressed into a corner by the warrior lovers. His retinue was to a man bleeding on the ground, groaning or unconscious.

"Hmph. How fitting that it would be you three. The noble bastard, his foreign whore, and the mongrel bitch."

"This mongrel bitch is going to put a bullet between your eyes!" Hilda snarled, sighting down her crosshairs. But before she could pull the trigger or Xiao could lunge forward, yet another voice rang out.

"Enough! Cease this fighting!"

All eyes turned to Lucia, backed herself by her own retinue of a dozen knights. If the battle wasn't just about finished, it was definitely over now. Charibert clicked his tongue and took the distraction as an opportunity to back flip away.

Lucia's men moved in to treat the wounded but also capture the Temple Knights aligned to Charibert. Haurchefant swept Xiao up in a quick embrace and a peck on the lips before they stood to attention both to debrief with Lucia.

Hilda strolled up to their side as well, standing to attention as genuinely as she could manage. Any doubts she may have harbored about the rumors du jour or the Camp Dragonhead Lord and would-be Lady were as trounced as the knights at her feet.

If this was the way they were looking to summon her and convince her to throw in with them, well, it worked. If they had a mind to change things around here, then she had a mind to join them.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #FFxivWrite2023 #story #hilda ware #xiao longbao #haurchefant greystone #wordvomit

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sweetbunpura · 2 years

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Crush

I wanted to do Whumptober but it’s too late for that but i still wanted to do some whump stuff. Also first time writing Jamil.

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Beautiful.

Cool.

Mysterious.

These are a few words that Xavier would use to describe Jamil Viper. Xavier had been smitten by his vice dorm leader since he saw him at orientation and the admiring had grown into a crush. If at aunty point Jamil looked like he needed help, Xavier was always the first to jump in. Xavier always couldn’t hold a proper conversation with him without turning into a blubbering mess because of his infatuation. To Xavier, Jamil was the one who held his heart. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much to see Jamil overblot into a monster, the Octavinelle group that he and Yuu had asked to help with the situation with Kalim were blown out of the dorm along with Yuu and Grim. The first year helplessly watched as they were flung weightlessly out into the sky.

“Xavier.”

Xavier flinched as he heard his name being said by the monster of his affection. Timidly, he turned to face Jamil and made sure not to look him in the eye. A finger tilted his chin up to look into gray eyes as the snakes of his hair started to coil around Xavier.

“Xavier.” Jamil sang. “You’ll join my side, won’t you?”

“U-Um.” Xavier’s eyes flicked off to the side. “I-I, um.”

The finger turned to a grip on his chin. “You betrayed me once, Xavier, by allowing them into the dorm.”

“I only wanted help to deal with Kalim. I-I had no idea what you were planning.”

Jamil didn’t say anything else, the narrowing of his eyes promised pain for Xavier should he betray him again. The vice dorm leader released his grip on the first year’s chin and walked away to bask in his victory. Xavier remained where he was, hand rubbing his chin as he stared over the hypnotized dorm members. He debated what he should do next before he was called over again by Jamil.

“Play a song for me. I want to relish this moment.”

Wordlessly, Xavier picked up a discarded guitar leaning against one of the pillars and sat nearby. He glanced quickly over at the lounging Jamil and began to strum a tune. They stayed like this, Jamil ordering one of the members to fetch him some grapes as Xavier continued playing tune after tune. A while later, Xavier found his purple eyes drawn towards movement out of the corner of his eye. He saw the blown away group returning and quietly sneaking around, Rascal placed a finger over his lips in a “stay quiet” motion. Eventually they managed to take Jamil by surprise, but before he could attack them, Xavier joined their side in the fight. Together they took down Jamil and blot disappeared from his form.

The next day the dorm and their guests traveled to the oasis. Right as Xavier was about to join Rascal in the water, he was pulled aside by Jamil.

“Xavier, about those things I said...”

Part of the first year hoped Jamil hadn’t meant a thing he had said, that it was just the blot talking.

“I meant what I said.”

Only for his hopes to come crashing down into the hot sand below.

“I was only using you as a reason to gain more of your trust. You were just a pawn in my plot, I know the dorm thinks highly of you and I had realized that if I had you on my side, then my take over of the dorm could truly go unchallenged.” Jamil stared at him. “I was aware of your crush on me and also used that to my advantage. I’m not the man you fell in love with, Xavier, all those things you think I am are false. You and I could never be together.”

“I-I see.” Xavier gave a shaky smile. “Thank you for telling me, now if you’ll excuse me.”

Xavier quickly turned on his heel and returned to where Rascal was. The mer shark was glaring at Jamil before his eyes slid over to his best friend.

“Xav?”

“I’m, I’m fine.” Xavier’s heart was crushed and shattered into a million pieces. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the day.”

Rascal opened his arms and Xavier all but fell into them, ignoring the way the rough texture of his mer from felt against Xavier’s bare skin. Gray arms wrapped around him and the two swam out towards the center of the oasis, far out of reach and earshot of anyone. Rascal repositioned Xavier so he was laying on his chest while Rascal floated on his back. The two stayed like that until it was time to head back.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” Rascal asked as he stood outside of Xavier’s room.

“I’m fine.” He responded with a soft smile. “Go and get some sleep, I’ll stop by in the morning.”

The short first year frowned, gave his best friend a look over, before leaving after a few more moments. Xavier waved bye and closed the door, before breaking down and crying. He slid down to the floor and curled up into a ball, sobbing into his knees. To know he had been used like that and by someone he trusted had him feeling like a fool.

#Xavier Soria #Rascal Gallucci #jamil viper #whump #twisted wonderland #TWST OC #twisted wonderland OC

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minzart · 3 years

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Hey,hey, I got something

Leona: what -

Yuu: * sits on something looking like a throne with Sawanaclaw disciples around them stroking *

Leona, feeling betrayed: * growls * herbivore, how dare you��

Yuu: * FAMOUS DISNEY VILLAINS LAUGHTER * Ooh, what is grumpy cat? ~ Did someone take your throne? * In the background purring and something like that, and jealous from other unpatting students *

Leona: HERBIVORE YOU ARE SOON -

Yuu: weeeeellll this is not your kingdom byyyyyyy* looks at the clock * 20 minutes

Leona: ....

Yuu: what?

Leona: you have an hour on patting me in return

Yuu: wai—

SKSFFSIFISGOSFISF YUU EX. STOPED WORKING THAT WASN'T THE PLAN!

It started when they were waiting for him but then they accidentally "petted" Ruggie and it scaled from there

And when Leona entered and the scene was just them petting thousands of savanaclaws on HIS throne WHY NOT GO FULL ON MASTER PLAN?

It backfired, they got 20 minutes of petting the others while a very, very angry and jealous glare from the other side of the room is watching

After those 20 minutes tho?

Lenoa's shoving the others out of their lap and claimed it as his new throne for one hour!

He's very territorial and will growl at any other trying to get back

The room is full of unhappy noises of the students

And God Yuu's very good at petting holly shit their legs stopped working help

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #may the seven have mercy on yuu bc savanaclaw will now go at any length to get those hands on them again #leona kingscholar #jack comes back from classe ready to inform leona that no savanaclaw student was present at ALL classes and this is the scene he walks into #silently swets bc he knows how good yuu is at patting bc he was the only one they gave those for a LONG TIME #Grim fells betrayed for some reason #twst dialogues #leona Kingscholar #twst leona

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myuni-moon · 3 years

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Ohayo or Oyasumi!૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

I'm not sure if your requests are closed or opened, so if they are closed then u can delete it ^-^

✨Twisted Wonderland✨

GN!MC

How would Yan!Dorm leaders react if their darling runaway and litteraly fell in love with anither person?

I kinda know what would happen to the person with who their darling fell in love with, but what would they do to their darling, who has litteraly betrayed them?

#grim fairytales

their reactions if you ran away and fell in love with someone else ft. malleus, riddle, and idia

warnings: yandere content, mentions of abduction, violence and threatening, decapitation, blackmail, mentions of force-feeding

note: i can't add all the dorm leaders, so i hope this is okay!

malleus doesn't want to admit it out of his own pride and ego, but he was terrified when he found out that you ran away; however, it turned into fury when he caught wind of that unremarkable mortal creature that had taken you into its clutches. as much as he would love to take you home as quickly as possible, he instead watches from the shadows and sizing up that poor excuse you have as your mate. the moment he sees a frown on your face, he’s snatching you right up— not that he wouldn’t if you were happy. poor darling, you don’t deserve such a irresponsible partner who couldn’t even make you happy!

no, no. unlike them, he treasures you like no one else; isn’t that just proper of him— to promise and give you all the happiness he can give you? (even if it’s more or less to feed his pride rather than keeping you happy) don’t be fooled, however. he loves spoiling you and putting a smile on your face, but the way his claws tap at your ankles is more than enough of a threat of what should happen if you ever run from him again. he’s worked hard to get you by his side, and he won’t let you ruin his happily ever after.

riddle can’t for the life of him keep his temper in check the moment he finds out you’ve left him all alone. the servants in his home are scrambling, trying to get him to calm down, and it looks like a whirlwind passed through his room as a result from his temper tantrum. not even his mother can tell him off from the amount of rage he's exhibited out of her own safety. through some good connections, he's able to track you down in a cute cottage at the very border of rose kingdom and living with your little lover no less. he busts a vein when that lowlife kisses you in front of him, and he's practically dragging you by the collar back home with him where you belong.

he won't let himself be second to someone who doesn't even have half as many achievements as he does. hasn't he been the perfect partner, treating you so gently befitting of a darling like you? hasn't he worked hard to grit his teeth and stop himself from strangling someone the moment they get too close for his liking? and then you go do something like this? not if he can help it! as a proper punishment for your transgressions, how about you watch as he puts your lover's head under the guillotine? maybe then you'll stop behaving like a brat.

idia finds you easily, and he doesn't even get all that mad because of your disappearance for this exact reason. you'd literally have to fall off the face of the earth if you never want to be found his prying eyes and digital prowess. even if you live in a forest where you can live in isolation from anyone and anything that uses electricity, ortho would be hot on your trail who's much too eager to help his sulking brother to get his dear darling back. what he is most surprised and upset about is how you could replace him easily. he knows that he might not be the best of the bunch, but he's more than capable at being your partner despite being so antisocial.

he won't kill your lover; that's way too barbaric for the future ruler of the underworld. instead, he'll dig up anything or falsify information to make your lover hand you over to him. criminal records, embarrassing moments, family secrets-- he'll dig whatever he can find or fake them. he'll appear out of nowhere one day, dangling a document in front of your lover's face and watching their face pale out of fright. once you're back in his arms, he'll whisper how much of a baby your lover seems to be for making themselves more of a priority over you. so much for a love that would last, but don't worry. idia will love you until the end of time! he promises to be the person to love you for eternity as he stuffs food from the underworld down your throat.

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1rr313vant · 2 years

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Yuu the conspiracy theorist

(Note: Spoiler’s for Scarabia and Pomefiore’s chapter/arc and events also from the prologue to Octavinelle if you haven’t gone through it)

“You may have wonder why on Twisted Wonderland have I called and gathered you here today.” The Ramshackle prefect, Yuu says while standing in front of their friends. “Hurry up, I don’t want to be in the room with this guy any longer.” Leona said annoyedly as he stands on the opposite side of the room from Malleus. “HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH DISRESPECT TO WAKA-SAMA!?” Sebek yelled across the room to Leona who only looked more pissed. “…may I have your attention?” Yuu asked the two but was muffled over by more people, “Jamil? Ah, so good too see you. You really should come by the Mostro Lounge la-“ Azul says before Jamil cut him off “no.” Then there was Floyd and Riddle now screaming, mainly Riddle who’s trying to get away from Floyd. Cater was just taking photos with Lilia and Kalim while Epel, Jack and Deuce were chatting about something— no doubt about working out together afterwards and Ace was left holding back Sebek. The room was chaotic but Yuu knew it would happen if they brought them all together into a room together, it was a clash of personalities and enemies. “Henchmen! Why did ya bring them all here!? They’re so loud!” Grim said, yelling in the prefect’s ears to get the point across.

“Guys?” Yuu called out once more trying to get their attention but it wasn’t working, everyone was way too loud. Yuu sighed, if doing it that way wouldn’t work, they’ll simply do it the Crowley way-for once in Crowley’s life, he taught Yuu something useful. Yuu walked away. The chaos continues until they heard a loud crash. It was Yuu. They broke through their window. “EVERYONE SHUT YOUR MOUTH.” Yuu yelled as they brush away the broken glass. “Ehem anyways. Now that I have your attention…I brought you ALL here today because realization had hit me.” Yuu said, walking back to the place where they were standing. “Uh Yuu, ya could’ve just yelled for our attention? Now what will you do about the window?” Ace asked only to get a shrug from Yuu “eh Crowley can deal with it, he’ll be so gracious about it when he found out I decided to do what he ‘taught’ me. Anyways back to the matter of topic.” Yuu cleared their throat and grabbed onto the curtains and yanked it off to reveal a huge board with lots of writing and their names. “Eh!? Yuu don’t tell me you’re becoming Rook!” Epel said worried. “Oh Monsieur Crabapple, you wound me with such words” Rook said, acting as though he’s hurt. “Uhh no. Anyways so I’ve been having these weird dreams. And well, I’ve been having it for a while and they’ve always had correlate to reality.” Yuu said before they randomly pulled out a long stick and pointed to the board “listen these dreams must be there for a reason, the great 7 are all evil going off of those dreams and the stories about the mermaid who fell in love with a land dweller from the land, a princess who falls for a ‘street rat’ or even the girl was saved by animals? Well they’re the heroes of the story! The sorcerer of the sand hypnotize the sultan and guess what JAMIL-SENPAI HYPNOTIZE KALIM, you don’t follow the Queen of Hearts rules? OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, funny, isn’t that RIDDLE’s unique magic?? Leona-senpai like basically betrayed the rest of Savanaclaw when he was caught and y’know what? The King of Beast betrayed the hyenas when he was caught..AZUL-SENPAI had me go through a deal and gave me only 3 days for it but had the Leech twins make it difficult JUST like the Sea Witch, Vil-senpai, you tried to poison Neige…just like how the Beautiful Queen tried to poison the girl..not to mention Rook voted for RSA and that’s like betrayal and the Huntsman betrayed the Beautiful Queen by letting the girl escape!” Yuu said, looking at the stun audience “also you guys all have a personality of a villain compared to RSA and good always win so-” while some were rethinking their life and having realization others were chill with it.

“eh, playing villain is much more fun” Leona said smirking while the vices agree, this sent shivers down to many of them. “Anyways moving along!” Yuu said as they push the board to the side, revealing something else. “ACE TRAITOR THEORY” Yuu said as Ace looks shocked and most were looking at him questionably as if they did suspect he was a traitor. “DON’T LOOK AT ME??” Ace yelled at them all, frazzled by the assumption. “Okay so Ace…no hard feelings after this-“ Yuu said only to get an unamused look from Ace who’s trying to shake the feeling of their gaze off. “So I’m going to ignore that- uh okay so notice how the Heartslabyul members last name is a suit, but you four represent the cards soldiers while Riddle represents the Queen of Hearts, but…Ace’s last name is the only one without their suit in their name! Trappola is a old trick taking card games…where the Ace place highest and next to it, the second strongest..the deuce. Ace and Deuce are my closest friend and isn’t that ironic? Not to mention, for someone who’s very clever and can remember things well you’re grades sure aren’t the best. You’re also really great at acting and your imitation of others is spot on. But that’s besides the point, it’s the acting. On the first day we met you pretend to be nice but then that facade dropped to reveal your intention. Then once again during the time when we had to retrieve the photo. You’re acting is very spot on, you’re someone who could easily keep up a face.” Yuu says leaving Ace stunned and Deuce as well. The others looked at Ace suspiciously while Deuce was rethinking his life. “Hmm, Ace aren’t you born on September? Well the month before September is August, the birth flower is the dahlia which symbolizes a warning of potential betrayal and who shares the same birth month as Ace? Jamil. And what did he do? Betray Kalim. So lets say you guys are like the playing cards… Ace enjoys playing cards, you could take it as he likes playing people. Ace is actually really good at acting as he’s done it mainly twice, once on our first meet—pretending to be nice and the second, when stalling the merfolk while we retrieved the photo for Azul.” Ace had a sudden sweat drop and nervously laughed while the stares became more suspicious.

“It’s not really a surprise those, you have the personality of betraying someone but hey it’s only a theory, you’ve come through many times like traveling all the way back to NRC—Scarabia for me while Crowley couldn’t even pick up the phone, some headmaster he is. Though you have been mean to Deuce, cough cough vdc AND you won’t admit to being our friends so..” Yuu says as they pulled back the board and covered it, a quiet voice spoke “…j-just saying..maybe he’s a tsundere?” Yuu could recognize that soft voice from anywhere, it was the dorm leader of Ignihyde, Idia. It was a miracle for Yuu to bring Idia there and for him to speak was a bigger miracle. “Eh? A what?” Azul questioned. “Fufu~ a tsundere, in short a harsh person who eventually warms up to a person. In Ace’s case he refuses to call them friends but~ actions speak louder then words~” Lilia said smiling to Ace who gave him a shocked look. “Although Ace complains about Heartslabyul, the thought of actually switching dorms permanently didn’t cross his mind.” Vil said, giving Ace a teasing smile while Ace’s face was turning a bit red. “Ah yes, I’ve see him with Yuu and the others having fun and hanging out plenty of times.” Malleus added with a teasing smile. “Uh-eh um you guys are crazy!” Ace yelled while looking very flustered. “Hmm how about that time with the ghost bride and earlier when you had to say your proposal?” Riddle said with a smirk. “Hah~…you guys love teasing your underclassmen way to much.” Ace said with a sigh as he looked down. “Hmmm speaking of that time. Remember when he had to clean up?” Epel said with an “innocent” smile which Sebek, Jack and Deuce smiled and started teasing him, “ah for a guy who lies a bunch, you seemed so genuine with what you said to her” Jack added, “how did it go again?” Deuce asked with the hint that he already knows. “Ah should we ask Ortho to watch it?” Sebek said looking over to Ace who is shocked. “NO!” Ace yelled but sadly it did not reach their ears. “Oh perhaps we ALL should watch it” Azul said while everyone else agreed. It seemed as though Ace will have to deal with it once more but this time with not only the first years and Ortho.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Yuu is a conspiracy theorist #Twisted Wonderland theories #twisted wonderland Yuu

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localsharkcryptid · 2 years

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So inspiration came and hit me with a frying pan so now I'm putting it here cause thats a thing people do.

This whole idea is based on the 'Depressed guy moves into a house and is now haunted by 7 demons who represent the 7 deadly sins and they end up helping him get back on his feet' Writing Prompt with some changes of course

All characters here are based on the DSMP Characters NOT the content creators - I feel like that should go without saying but anyway

With that aside:

Basic story concept is that despite several warnings and general "you sure you want to move in this place?" from several people Tommy moves into a restored up victorian home, simply because well hey it was cheep as all hell... For some reason. That reason? Well, the uh unspecified company of the supernatural kind. After a few days of some odd feelings, temperature changes, several broken cups and odd smells Tomny is on edge. One night passes and sounds are heard from a locked off room, tommy being tommy eventually manages to get into the previously locked room- only finding some old book and proceeding to remove it from it's place, like an idiot. After this he tries to go to bed before hearing... A conversation? Well another trip downstairs and Tommy is greeted with those who he had unknowingly been living with. A group of seven demons? ghosts? Who fucking knows they're all dead and oh, the child has ran out screaming. So shenanigans with supernatural roommates who represent the seven deadly sins for some reason, the discount buzzfeed unsolved duo, a man who is apparently the grim reaper and a British might as well be child ensue!

My basic idea on how the seven deadly work in this context or at least with this story idea is that very one of them was previously alive, their downfalls primarily being the sin which they now represent. So- The sin which they represent has ties to their deaths and previous lives. ALSO Lust in this is in reference to a feeling of strong desire for something specific in general [Which is different from greed which is selfish or excessive desire for more than is needed or deserved]

So no sexual shit here minus some jokes. I know it doesn't fully work in the seven deadly sins context but I am not going down that road for many many reasons.

"7 Deadly Sins"/Supernatural Roommates tm:

Quackity [Envy]- Died in the late 20's

Used to run a lot of illegal gambling rings, who knows how many times he was betrayed and well he's dead now! His presence can normally be noticed thanks to the scent of tobacco and occasionally very faint jazz music [wherethefuckisitcomingfrom-]

Schlatt [Gluttony]- Died in the early 50's

Corrupt politician man who died of a heart attack, the smell of alcohol and cigar smoke is normally his give away if he's present in a room.

Dream [Greed]- Died during the Salem Witch Trials

Man got convicted for witchcraft, and several other crimes. His presence can be noticed by a distinct scent of pine trees and occasionally sharp drops in room temperature.

Eret [Lust - Once again not in the sexual sense]- Died during the Victorian Era

This individual is a walking irony to the very gendered views of their era, they do not give a shit the gender is now their's, all of it- there's no getting it back. Presence is normally noted by a smell of roses specifically.

Wilbur [Pride]- Died during the 80's

Hard to say if he was murdered or not, he doesn't seem to remember nor care. If not visible his presence can often be noticed by the smell of cigarette smoke, occasionally humming or the sounds of a guitar being played.

George [Sloth]- Died during the Black Plague

Man literally fell asleep and woke up dead before going back to sleep. For some reason his presence gives of the smell of rain and subtle drops in room temperature, or wherever he happens to be resting.

Sapnap [Wrath]- Died during WW2 era

Most definitely an arsonist, presence can be noted normally by a burning smell and increase in room temperature. He will break your cups for fun.

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Other Cast:

Tommy - Main Character tm

Tubbo - Resident Supernatural Denier, big Shane Madej vibes and yes the seven are intimidated by him

Ranboo - Supernatural believer

All are roughly 18-19 in this AU

Phil - The Grim Reaper and landlord of the house which Tommy moves into.

Mumza - Death- She's just the embodiment of death, nothing to worry about, she's very nice.

Thats the list for now-

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I have no clue if I'll do anything with this aside from character designs but hey the entire concept is now living in my head rent free.

#dsmp #alternate universe #dsmp au #dream smp #dream smp au #idk wtf to call it #but this idea isnt leaving me anytime soon

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like-rain-or-confetti · 3 years

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Request: Rescued (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

You let out a scream, but the collision never came. You watched in horror as Demetri Volturi of all people had a tight grip on the newborn vampire and with impossible speed, he and Felix ripped the vampire apart.

The two Volturi guards slowly turned to you. Felix and Demetri looked at each other briefly before Demetri approached. You inhaled sharply, trembling in fear as you anticipated that you were next. He crouched down to your level. "You're safe."

He'd never actually spoken to you before. He'd only ever stare at you when in his presence.

After the battle with the Newborn army, you were more than ready for bed. You had just came back into your room after brushing your teeth, taking off your hoodie before gasping in fright.

There, sitting on the bottom of your bed, was Demetri Volturi. He was quiet at first, seemingly in thought before breaking the silence. "You feel it too." Demetri said simply. You knew almost immediately that he was talking about the pull. The longing you had to be around him. "You feel it?" You asked quietly. Demetri slowly nodded with a grim expression. "I want to understand this but I can't with everyone surrounding us." "You and the others...killed that girl." You began quietly, listening to your voice of reason. "She lived longer than she should have." Demetri answered. "Am I supposed to believe that I won't meet the same fate?" You asked. Demetri sighed. "I'm not here to the play this game with you. I'm not here as a Volturi guard and I know for a fact that you are not as loyal to the Cullen's as you'd have us believe. You and I have to be seen a certain way, play a role and this bond doesn't care for that. So I suggest we figure it out together and cast those roles aside." Demetri swallowed, his voice lowering again. "So do you want to continue roleplaying or come to bed?" You were alarmed by the question, that was exceptionally forward, especially considering the little time you had known each other. You stammered. "As in-?" "Was that not what you were about to do? Go to bed?" You exhaled. "So you're not asking to..." You trailed off. After a moment, Demetri seemed to catch on, a slight smirk growing on his face. "There will be plenty of time for that in the future, love." The smirk vanished. "I just want to be near you, try to understand this." After a moment, you agreed.

One thing was clear, Demetri wasn't entirely good at being open with humans. Then again, you didn't imagine he had much time for humans unless flirting. It was clear, Demetri didn't want to do that with you. He wanted to get to know you and this was the way he decided to do it.

You moved passed him, climbing into your bed. After a moment of watching you. He followed suit. You felt the bed dip as you moved to give him room. The two of you were silent. You felt his arm graze your back and you immediately turned to face him. Like clockwork, you both moved closer to each other and you curled into him. You expected it to feel awkward, cuddling into a stranger, a dangerous one at that. However it wasn't. In fact it felt like you had been waiting for that moment. "Did you know?" You asked quietly. "In Italy? Did you know?" "I had my suspicions." He responded quietly. "I have so many questions. I want to know more about you." You admitted. "I know." Demetri replied. "As do I. However, there will be time for that. Next time. The next time we get peace like this, I'll answer your questions."

As time passed, you were almost inseparable. Whilst your bond only grew stronger, so did the challenges. Such as when Bella fell pregnant. Things weren't supposed to go this way. You were at a loss of what to do. You couldn't tell your father what was happening to his daughter. Reality sank in that one day you'd have to look your father in the eyes and tell him Bella had died knowing full well that she was still around. You hated the situation but it only got worse.

Whilst that was going on, Irina discovered Renesmee and thought her to be an immortal child. She fled before anyone could explain. Seeing there was a law against immortal children, she ran to the Volturi. You hadn't breathed a word to Demetri about any of it. You never got the chance to. The silence on his end was terrifying. Weeks going by with no contact. Soon enough, you wanted to distract yourself. Usually Alice would be a great help in this but she and Jasper had gone, leaving only a note.

As you were heading back home, your eyes connected with a familiar blonde's red ones. Demetri gestured for you to come with him before he led you through the trees. "Were you ever going to tell me? What they did?" "Demetri, it wasn't-" "Were you?" "I-" "Were you ever going to tell me about that child!? I highly doubt you didn't know about it." Demetri pressed. "I did but she was wrong!" You blurted out. "The child isn't immortal!" Demetri immediately sighed in frustration. "Is that what they're telling you? At least it will save you- that works." "They aren't telling me anything, I've seen it!" "You don't understand how serious this is. Children can't keep secrets!" Demetri said louder. You paused, biting your lip swallowing back the lump in your throat. "What works?" You asked quietly. Demetri looked at you, void of emotion whilst your emotions began to build. You continued. "After all this time, you didn't say a word to me. I've been here terrified and you didn't send as much as a letter or a call. I was frightened I would be dead, that you would be in trouble that my sister and her family would be in trouble- this whole time!" The more you told him, the closer you got to him, fighting back tears. Demetri grasped your elbows. "I couldn't because when I was angry and when I wasn't angry, I've been talking to Aro, Caius and Marcus. To make sure that at least you'd be safe in all of this. I convinced them you couldn't have possibly have understood, have known enough to ever piece it together. The only reason it worked was because you're my mate! If you were anyone else...you wouldn't get the chance." Demetri took a breath to calm himself. "If you would have told me, this would have been much more simple." Your lip quivered. "I-I try to keep up, I do but..." You shook your head. "I don't know enough about your kind to ever understand." "I know." Demetri said quietly. "That's what's going to save you, my love. I'm sorry, I am so sorry that you're in this position but I'm going to fix it. I just need you to trust me and I need you to be honest. Never ever out yourself in this situation again." Demetri pulled you closer to him, searching your eyes. "I know I went silent for some time and I'm sorry I left you worrying but it's alright now. I'm fixing it." Demetri cracked a small lighthearted smile. "Didn't you miss me?" Your mouth twisted, his attempt at cheering you up failing. However he continued to prod. "(Y/N), didn't you miss me?" His lips brushed against your own. "Even a little?" "Of course, I missed you." You breathed. You pulled back before he could kiss you and he tilted his head in confusion. Your eyes darted at every angle ad though making sure you were alone. "Are you reluctant to kiss me because you feel it's betraying them?" Demetri asked. You looked alarmed. That's exactly how you felt. "No-I-uh..." You stuttered, mind going blank with no excuses at all. "This is interesting." Demetri hummed, looking less than pleased. "It's really plaguing your mind isn't it? You don't know what to do. Be with me and you're betraying your sister or join your sister and betray me. You have no clue what to do." Your eyes fell to the forest floor, almost ashamed you could he read so easily. "Listen, if we're fine-" "Kiss me." Demetri interrupted. Your eyes darted up to his, wide in surprise. "Kiss me." Demetri repeated, moving closer to you. "We are completely alone. No one is watching and no one can hear us. It's only you and I here.Everything that has happened, everything that will happen- forget it. Just as I said, back when we first spoke. Take away our roles and it doesn't matter to us. So even for just the next five minutes, let's just forget everything. Be my (Y/N). No catch, no consequences, just us here and now. Kiss me, (Y/N)."

In an instant, you closed the gap, capturing his lips with your own. Demetri cradled your face as he kissed you back with just as much force. You broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his. "If I do as you ask." You whispered. "If I trust you, completely give in to you and let you deal with this. Promise me, I won't regret it." Demetri kissed you again. "I'm going to fix this it'll be easier if you trust me. It's all I ask."

When the day arrived that the Volturi would come, it was bittersweet. To see Demetri again always tugged in your heart strings but under these circumstances, you couldn't be sure that was important. Aro and Carlisle were the first to speak and to your surprise. Aro got straight to business, starting with you. "Firstly, I'd say we should get the first issue dealt with." Aro said, his eyes falling on you. "(Y/N)...why dont you come with us?" Your eyes widened in surprise and after a moment of silence, Demetri stepped forward. "(Y/N)!" He called softly. "Come." He held out a hand. The pleading look he sent you made you aware that this was it.

This is what he meant. You realised that this was him fixing it. Carlisle's words rang in your mind. The Volturi often spared those they deemed innocent. All of those people ended up being in the guard. Due to their remarkable gifts. You didn't have one but what you did have, was the heart of his prized tracker and one of the higher guards. If he wanted to keep Demetri loyal to the Volturi, He'd have to bring you. Your heart beat faster in your chest realising you'd be the next. Although Demetri's words were the last thing you remembered. Him asking you to trust him and you did, you wanted to. You felt terrible as you moved forward. Bella sent you a pleading look and you didn't dare look at her. If you thought about it, or even cast a glance to her, you'd feel the guilt. Demetri was quick to take your hand and pull you tightly into his side. His arm pressing you against him. You realised he was taking a protective stance, ready for any attack.

When Renesmee and the Cullen's were proven innocent, only Irina taking the fall, did you realise what would happen. You looked to Demetri. "I can't go back, can I?" You said quietly. Demetri shook his head slightly with a slightly apologetic gaze. "I'm sorry. It was the only way." You felt tears build up and Demetri pulled you into him tighter. "Please stay with me. I can't lose you." You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know. I know. It's okay." It wasn't. Your human life was cut short. You could never see your family ever again. Your sister would never want to see you again. Slowly, you turned your head to look at her. She met your gaze and to your surprise she nodded with a soft gaze. You couldn't believe it. Bella was encouraging you to go. She said nothing but you knew what she would say. She'd reassure you it was okay. You could go. Bella recognised how much you gave for her happiness with Edward and now it was time to repay the favour. Demetri also caught sight of this before lifting you into his arms. He couldn't help but smile as he began to walk away with many other guards, taking off with you in a blur.

#request #twilight #volturi #the volturi #reader #demetri volturi #oneshot #one shot

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bimbosupreme · 3 years

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mephistopheles love post

the equivalent of a mental breakdown tangent is all going under a read more

yes believe it or not that freaky ass literally not even human clown in fgo gets love, and love from who? me and like 3 other people

first off

ok and with that out of the way,

i’m not even familiar with their lore. Reason why i stopped caring about the lore behind faust and mephistopheles is that an interlude happens that shows that mephistopheles is just some homunculi made by some mage nobody named faust. and even then the interlude doesn’t talk about the lore behind the novel, its just you helping mephy kill faust

that being said though i would hope the developers expand on their origins more and potentially even release a “true” mephistopheles (a girl can dream)

So, they’re not even the real deal demon known as Mephistopheles in the first place, and i can hear u going “well that’s lame” and like, no, we just need to redirect our feelings from appreciating a demon to appreciating a homunculi who has a weird characterization in the fate universe

Design tangent:

Fgo was actually my first gacha, and so when I came across this servant I kinda instantly fell in love with their design, I love the colors used in their final ascension and overall appearance. The hat that has horns but they're not quite horns, theyre these weird colorful pointy twisty things, the large garish butterfly ornament on their chest (which isnt ugly at all and somehow works so well with their everything on them) is cool, the tights are so cool to look at, i mean look -- a checkered pattern with golden lining on the shorts portion, the tits out look like yes we get it youre insane, the gloves??? purple and also cool, plus theyve got this gradient thing going on? and the fingers have this line going through them, thats so cool. actually the only other servant that comes close to this in terms of “out there” colorful designs is probably final ascension kama and qsh ( i love them both). Also, mephy has this scissor weapon?? thats so cool lol i dont see any other servant wielding giant scissors (for the love of god give mephy an animation update i need to see them use the scissors while doing flips) and they also have this bomb obsession going on? cant relate, but the bombs designs are so so cool i mean its a fucking centipede -- no idea if centipedes are a thing in the original faust but thats something Ill have to look up at some point. ALSO mephy is wearing heels oh my god anytime people wear heels is an automatic win. No clue whats going on with the hair but its kinda cute (dont question me on that) and it has curls and the hair colors are cool i mean its like a lavender thing with darker purple highlights? i love colorful things and i love people with wacky personalities so. Oh my god their tail how could i forget that its so cute and dumb i almost forgot it was there, like what is that even a whip? i dont.. but its got these little purple tips to them that are kinda cute/cool but more cool because tails are fucking up there alongside heels in terms of cool stuff on characters. and of course their fluffly cape -- again no idea what the designers were going for i mean look its a mess of a design i have no fucking idea what any of it means and i hope they explain it someday because that hair and the butterfly and the tail and the hat and the fluffy garb and a bomb obsession?? and this got the go ahead - yeah lets add that to the game like what

ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT THEIR EYES

appreciate these with me for a second

god.

oh and the blue lipstick and face paint god thats a cool design ugh

they can be normal too or at least as normal as possible i mean they even trimmed their eyebrow here lol but you can see the not so well hidden insanity/goofiness peaking through with the inside of the suit at the bottom being highlighter purple and a green shirt with gold accents underneath the black coat at the front <3, fuckin hate that hairstyle tho bro we gotta get that middle part hairstyle outta hereeeee--

TAKE A DETOUR AND LOOK AT THIS LINK THOUGH THIS IS THE MOST NORMAL AND BEST IVE SEEN THEM IN FANART. THE POTENTIAL IS THERE. WE CAN HAVE NICE THINGS AND THEY LOOK GREAT ITS POSSIBLE. I HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE FROM THAT DRAWING.

anyways this is me going off all about why i like their design! but we haven’t even touched the nitty gritty of it all. their personality! what personality you may ask? havent they always been some weirdo laughing a lot and saying dumb shit all the time? well yes and no

Characterization:

True to their dumb little clown design mephy also acts like one.

Some servants bond 1 lines are like “fuck off” and some actually talk to you, nah this bastard mephistopheles’ just laughing. and for the second bond line it seems to imply theyre fuckin with you more (showing up and dissapearing and saying ‘afterimage’) so thats nice that theyre actually making some effort to mess with you in a way? some servants take a long time to actually interact with you so this shows theyre not afraid of interacting with you and thats just at bond 2. and of course the third bond line implies they were probably trying to betray you, its stated in more than 1 place that mephistopheles (actually isnt this a caster class thing?) will betray you or attempt to do so. So the third bond line seems to imply that their attempts have been stopped by you and that’s what they say after some failed attempts. So after stopping this freak from doing some shit their next bond line is actually doing a confession! a jester being honest who couldve seen that one coming but theyre 100% not lying, they really arent a demon but a homunculi made by faust

speaking of faust we’re going to backtrack a little into their interlude that i brought up at the start of this post, its one of those dream interludes and it starts with mephy asking you to help him plant bombs for their eventual reuinion/showdown with faust -- in the meantime faust keeps sending golems in an attempt to kill both you and mephy

When you track faust down, it’s shown that faust was your typical mage, inhumane and uncaring. It’s also pointed out that this faust killed innocents, but this typical mage behavior is boring to mephy, and they say that boring typical behavior is why they wanted to kill them

so i really cant blame mephistopheles for being the way they are, being raised by this type of guy, even if mephy was always messed up and wacky from the beginning its no reason for faust to attempt to kill him.

Mephistopheles also shows up in salem, cu alter’s interlude, and of course the knk crossover event, and some other things im most likely forgetting but those 3 are ones that i find notable

anytime they show up theyre actually helpful, in salem mephy points out that the nature of the being responsible for the salem epic of remnant is something alien rather than a typical foreign god, mephy also tells you that time is also being sped up and in their weird way they try to cheer you up by spouting some nonsense at the beginning (guda needed some kind of distraction from the grim events that had just transpired at that point in the story), i cant quite remember what mephy did in the knk event but they were a part of your group and were helpful the whole time, actually @/zeravmeta does an amazing analysis of their role in the knk event as well as some extra character analysis here

mephistopheles is kinda cryptic in a weird way though,

like overall i mean theyre a jester homunculi in appearance so yeah its to be expected but come on i love morally gray characters, despite their supposed betrayal hints scattered around here and there

they have this one line that always gets to me

and this line is said with a completely serious face too

the rare serious mephistopheles face! its kinda grim to see that line, no laughs, no nothing, their voice is kinda serious and monotone too. of course this could be just to get you to lower your guard but its still kinda out there that they have this rarely used portrait and that line, so i like to take it as being said to you when youre by yourself and with sincerity

and at least sei (with her wacky outfit and all lol) seems to get along with mephy and thinks theyre nice woohoo

so at the end of the day you have this guy that laughs a lot and gives mixed signals

and they fuck with you

and will most likely try to kill you more than once but hey thats just another tuesday at chaldea

Before I finish last thing I want to point out is this snippet from the fgo source material book which provides more information on servants, and this specific translated bit under mephistopheles

at the core of it all this homunculi....can be your friend! you just need to not go into despair i guess

of course this entire post is an overanalysis into an underwritten character, quarantine + all online college classes have done this to me, i have a douman icon what did you expect

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#mephistopheles #fgo #i just go off on the various things i like about this clown #a whole lot lol #this started bc someone asked about my thoughts on mephistopheles well..

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extemely-thoughtful-person · 3 years

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My thoughts on Ignihyde, Idia and Ortho, and the themes and ideas for Chapter 6

Brief list of ideas and possible predictions. Some of these have already been said, so I'm saying them here to agree and collect my thoughts. Most are probably rubbish, but I need something to grasp at, Soo...

I believe Ortho has been dead since the start, and the chapter plot for Idia is to bring him back from the dead (I mean Ortho's actual soul)

The bodies Idia built for Ortho are for multiple purposes, most importantly: memory collection

Main plot could also be the inter-school magift tournament between NRC and RSA, maybe both

Grim is going to start acting off once he eats Vil's Overblot stone (he'll probably be more wreckless)

Vil's gonna be Hercules while Idia's rival will be the twisted equivalent of Zeus

Epel is going to play an important role in this chapter, probably betraying Vil. Something I noticed between Idia and Epel is their insignias, Epel's being the poisoned apple (with the signature skull design made of dripping ooze), and Idia's is a skull designed to fit into a triangle. One is round and imperfect, while the other is geometric. Both contain a skull in their design regardless of condition

Idea for the Ilse of Lamentation: it looks like a Greek version of New York City as the town of Thebes from the original movie was based off of the same city

Reason for Idia's social anxiety: his family are nobles on the island. This means that Idia's family probably has a lot of interaction with the news, media, and general public, maybe also involved with political affairs there as well. For this reason Idia has always felt like there's some one watching him, and as the heir to the family, all eyes are on him. Someone is always judging and always talking about him, casting opinions on him, and all that jazz. Because of this, Idia hates it, and is afraid of people when they watch him. Even if he's talking to one person, he has a hard time. Maybe he was humiliated at one point (or will be, cause you know: presentation) and that causes his shut-in habits to get worse. Even before crap went down at the VDC and his presentation, he was always worried about his and his brother's reputation. (He talks to Ruggie about how it's not great to be famous in Idia's P.E. story. He also panicked when Ortho went into defense mode at the Halloween event, saying afterwards that he was afraid the public wouldn't forgive them if Ortho hurt anyone.) And he copes with his anxiety by going on line, cause online, no one knows or cares about who you are.

MC finally grew a brain and talks to the Pomefiore trio about the nightmares and the Overblots. Rook has probably been watching this whole time and helps piece the whole thing together, their eyes then turn towards Ignihyde after MC tells them about the most recent dream

Tension is stronger than Vargas's muscles as the NRC students prepare for the Magift tournament

RSA is filled with brats who only care about winning and chalking up the 100th win for their school

They will probably lose this year

Maybe Vil will convince Idia to represent the Ignihyde Dorm at the tournament (aka he will be playing Magift against his rival)

Overblot will be due to greif, depression, and anxiety and will take place before the tournament, *Overblot shadow will look like Hades, but the face will be replaced with an ink bottle and his entire form will be covered in stitch marks with his robes being tattered and torn (Hades state of death that he was dragged into a river of death by the inhabitants, probably resulting in scratch marks and cuts)*

Overblot form will look like a modified version of Hades (sorry everyone, don't expect red hair)

Main chapter theme will be about contrast between heros and villains

Crowley will probably be mad, and also upset about missing Vil's Overblot (once he finds out about it of course)

Because this birb dad has an obsession for the Evil Queen, and nothing can convince me otherwise

Feel free to add to the list. Reblog with your opinions and ideas!

(*Overblot pattern discovered: All Overblot shadows take the form of the villain's state at their death, like they were brought back to fight for the Overblot victim. Examples:

Queen of hearts was vanquished in a dream. Current condition: about the same

Scar was torn to pieces by hyenas. Current condition: pieces stitched back together

Urza was impaled with a ship's front. Current condition: stitched wound on her stomach

Jafar was turned into a genie and sealed away. Current condition: still a Genie

The Evil Queen fell off a cliff, but she was still in disguise. Current condition: ugly

Already covered

Maleficent was impaled with a sword in dragon form. Current condition: probably a dragon with a stitched mark over the heart)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland idia #shrouds please be safe this chapter #chapter 6 #ortho shroud #idia shroud #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #crowley #grim #i did a thing #list this #twst

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maruscheese · 4 years

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“I wanna kiss your lips”

songfic ft. katsuki bakugou because I can’t stop playing i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader ( tried to make it gn T~T ) wc: 2.7k

you wanted to punch him in the face more than anything.

seriously. how clueless could he be?

for someone who flaunted his brains so much, katsuki bakugou could be pretty damn clueless sometimes. well, not just sometimes. all the time. at least when it came to your feelings.

it’s true, the blonde could care less about other people’s feelings, but how could he not notice when absolutely everyone else around him did?

the way you twirled your hair around your finger out of habit every time he talked to you, or the intense pink tint your cheeks would acquire. the way your witty comebacks and sharp tongue went out of service whenever he teased you, as if he just made your brain cells shut off.

still, despite all these short-circuit effects he had on you, you still felt comfortable around him. like you could be yourself.

you had first realized this a few months back, when, while chatting with a certain pink girl, you found yourself navigating your way to the blonde and the rest of his friends.

ashido sat with them, looking at you expectantly as she pat the empty space next to her, and you took a seat next to her.

you sat stiffly next to your friend, feeling awkward as the light-hearted conversation flowed between the group of friends while you just listened and stared at your hands, firmly placed on your lap.

it’s not like you were a quiet or shy person, quite the contrary, but jumping into a conversation you hadn’t been explicitly invited to just wasn’t something proper of you. you were a loudmouth, but only if you felt comfortable enough to be one.

“oi, you,” the blonde said without bothering to look up from his meal, and you raised your gaze to search for him with your eyes, figuring he was talking to you, since all his other friends had a designated nickname.

the group fell quiet and you quirked a brow and looked at him, “me?” you asked lowly, gaze fixed in his crimson orbs, which he rolled in annoyance.

“who else would i be talking to, dumbass?” he questioned in return, turning to look at you. you shot an unamused look at him, raising both brows now and letting out a soft chuckle.

“oh, i don’t know, maybe one of the other four people sitting with us? and you call me a dumbass.” you replied with a smug grin, muttering that last part, but still enough for him to hear.

“you wanna fucking go?” he groaned and stood up from his seat, tiny sparks erupting from his fingertips.

“i don’t partake in animal abuse, sorry,” you responded with a shrug, smug grin only widening, your response earning a few giggles from the rest of the squad.

“shut it, you fucking extras!” bakugou roared, clearly about to lose it, until the bell rang, indicating the end of your lunch break.

a long silence followed, just you and him staring directly into each other’s eyes as the rest backed away carefully, as if standing on thin ice that could crack any second now.

“saved by the fucking bell, but this isn’t over, you hear me?” he warned, and you shrugged dismissively and started walking away.

and so, after that day, your invitations to spend lunch break with them only kept coming, and soon, it became an everyday thing until you found yourself spending as much of your free time as you possibly could with them.

tension between bakugou and you lessened, and you found yourselves actually enjoying each other’s company, though neither of you would ever admit that.

“oi, idiot, where’s your food?” the familiar raspy voice asked, making you pause your intense conversation with hanta to turn to look at him.

“huh? oh, i didn’t even realize.. i must’ve forgotten to bring it again.” you admitted, scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

“again?” he asked, slightly cocking his head to the side as he shot a confused look your way.

“yeah, i can be quite forgetful sometimes..” you said with an embarrassed chuckle, but quickly going back to your usual intense self. “but it’s okay cause i had a shitload of food before coming here!” you said with a grin, a hand on your hip, the other one showing him a thumbs up.

katsuki frowned and smacked the back of your head, before poking aggressively at a piece of meat in his lunch box.

“ow, shit! what the hell was that fo-” you were about to complain about the smack before you were interrupted by a fork being shoved into your mouth.

“we’re going to train today and i’m finally gonna get my chance to beat your ass, so i can’t have your weak ass fainting on me today.” he said, pushing your chin up and making your lips wrap around the fork, sliding it out carefully when your lips sealed against it, pulling the food off of it.

your friends stared in astonishment, and as your brain processed what had just happened, your face turned a dark shade of red. you turned away, chewing aggressively on the food and swallowing it harshly.

of course, bakugou failed to register the effect of his actions until ashido and hanta turned to look at him with huge, teasing grins on their faces and wiggling eyebrows, which caused his face to match the color of yours.

“fuck! wait! it’s not like that, you bunch of idiots!” he defended, still the intense blush on his face and the shakiness of his voice betrayed him, and the pair began to giggle.

before that, never once had you thought of katsuki bakugou as more than a mere friend, but now, sitting next to him made something in your insides stir, and your stomach felt an overwhelming amount of different sensations at the same time, from butterflies, to a rollercoaster, to what could be compared to the violent churning of an old washing machine as you internally screamed.

“i can’t believe the exams are coming up, i’m gonna be so drained from all that studying.. it’s probably gonna fry my brain..” ashido whined, and bakugou chuckled.

“you can’t fry what you don’t have, pinky.” the blonde said, and mina turned to glare at him.

“if i were you, i’d shut up, explodo. may i remind you, i’ve been informed of your huge crush on--” bakugou eyes widened and he slapped a hand over ashido’s mouth, to which she let out a muffled giggle.

“shut the hell up, dumbass! are you trying to get on my bad side or something?”

mina shook her head and pulled away from his hand, showing him a teasing grin.

“i’d only use that as a last option, you should know that. I’d much rather see you confess to them.” she stated.

“katsuki has a crush?” you asked with a raising a brow, your gaze shifting between bakugou’s flustered face and ashido’s clearly satisfied expression.

“yeah, but it doesn’t surprise me you didn’t know about it,” she said, and you looked at bakugou.

him? with a crush?

for some reason, your chest ached at the thought.

“yeah, well, good luck with that, boom boy,” you shrugged and looked away from him, directing your attention at your empty lunch box.

“the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped, and you just replied with another shrug, the intrusive thoughts of bakugou with someone else killing your mood in seconds.

the group fell silent, until ashido spoke up.

“erm, anyways, as i was saying! i figured since we’re going to be spending so much time studying before exams, we’re hardly going to spend any time together aside from lunch breaks… so, i thought we could go out tonight!” she suggested, and the grim mood seemed to vanish as you started agreeing with her one by one, each in their own way, some excitedly, and another certain blonde clicking his tongue and shrugging.

eventually, you settled for a karaoke night.

you were all supposed to meet there around 7 pm, giving you just enough time to have a quick shower, a meal, and get ready.

picking your best outfit, fixing your hair, and spraying on some perfume, you added the finishing touches and stared at your reflection, smiling slightly before heading out.

at the karaoke were kirishima and ashido, sitting on a table in the corner, chatting lively, and kaminari and hanta seemingly playing video games on their phones, while bakugou stared at his phone screen with a straight face, dragging his thumb across the screen every so often.

you approached your friends with a smile, waving at them with a smile and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“(y/n)! you made it!” ashido beamed at you and rose from her seat, wrapping her arms around you.

you took a seat in the corner of the table, which you found a lot more comfortable, in case your friends resumed their conversation from before and brought up bakugou’s crush, and you decided you wanted to get the hell out of there.

sure, it might be an immature reaction, and you should be happy for your friend possibly finding happiness, but damn, even the thought of you facing that as a reality hurt worse than a punch to your gut.

time flew by, conversation quickly initiating with your friends, with topics that were all over the place, but thankfully, none of those were bakugou’s crush.

soon, you found yourself giggling uncontrollably as your friends, who mind you, were drunk off their asses, invaded the karaoke’s stage, singing cheesy romance pop songs, apparently entirely tone deaf.

you and bakugou were the only ones who had remained seated in all that time, despite the numerous times your friends pointed at you and gestured for you guys to join them, to which you replied with a small smile and shaking your head, while bakugou flipped them off, still apparently unamused by their over the top behavior.

ashido soon came to squeeze your hand, teary-eyed, cheeks flushed, and wobbling, begging for you to join her on the stage.

“oh, no, i don’t know those songs,” you lied, trying to get her to stop insisting, but to no avail, as she kept whining and poking your sides and your face.

“c’mon, don’t be like that, we came here to have fun and both of you are being some major party poopers!” she scolded, pointing at you and bakugou.

“leave her alone, pinky, she’s probably just too scared to do anything,” bakugou said, expecting you to go all out on her, but instead, it hit you like a slap across the face.

‘too scared to do anything’ you thought, his words repeating themselves in your head over and over again, until you stood up and took the microphone from ashido’s hand, determinedly stomping your way to the stage.

you finally understood.

you understood why you were so pissed.

why even the slightest mention of that made you want to run away.

even bakugou katsuki could come to terms with his feelings. with having a crush. and what did you do about it?

nothing.

you were too afraid of doing anything about it that you forced yourself to be oblivious to your own feelings, burying them deep within you.

you forced yourself to ignore why you felt like this.

you had the biggest crush on bakugou fucking katsuki.

and so, as you stood on the stage and the music began playing, you could only stare at him.

I wanna feel you close

Come lie with my bones

you closed your eyes as you sang, silently praying that, even if you weren’t looking directly at him, he’d still get it.

‘too scared to do anything’ you heard him say again in your head, and you shot your eyes open, pointing at him as the chorus began.

“i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips!” you sang loudly, passionately, pouring all those emotions you had been bottling up for so long into the lyrics, cheeks burning up as you confessed to him.

the hand pointing at him suddenly made its way to your chest, grabbing a fistful of your shirt as your brows furrowed and the look in your eyes intensified.

“i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath!” you nearly screamed, cheeks getting hotter and redder by the second, your knees close to giving up on you as you looked into his eyes, shock written all over his face as realization slowly hit him and his cheeks gained a pink tint.

it was as if, in that very moment, the rest of the world had vanished, and it was only you and him in that karaoke, in the middle of a confession you desperately wished he’d accept.

the blonde rose from his seat and looked at his friends for a moment, all of them giving them reassuring nods, and his gaze fell back on you, still looking intensely at him.

subconsciously, he mimicked your actions from that first time you two interacted, slowly raising an index finger to point at himself, mouthing “me?”.

you giggled and nodded, “who else would i be talking to, dumbass?” you answered, earning a chuckle from him as he slowly approached the stage.

you stared into each other’s eyes as he made his way to you, the song long forgotten, now only playing in the background, contributing to the situation and making this much more movie-like.

tell me something nice

like flowers and blue skies

he got up on the stage with you, and for some reason, having him right in front of you, towering over your figure, with an expression that you couldn’t quite figure out, made things much more intimidating now, and you could swear you’d die right then and there.

i will follow you home

although my lips are blue and i’m cold

“well then, what are you waiting for?” he asked with a smirk and you cocked your head in confusion.

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

the chorus sang, reminding you of your initial bold confession, and you blushed.

“you better not be playing,” you warned him, and he just rolled his eyes, swiftly sliding his hand to the back of your head and leaning forward, crashing his lips against yours.

your eyes widened, and you could feel the way the people around you stared, but holy shit, this was just too good. his intoxicating scent, of delicious caramel, acted like sleeping gas, and you found yourself closing your eyes and melting into the kiss, pressing your body against his as your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging softly at his spiky hair.

you pulled back, barely able to breathe, not from the kiss, but from the way your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest, and you looked up at those crimson eyes.

“i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna be your bitch,” you sang against his lips and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss, which he gladly gave in to.

lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist, bakugou smirked against your lips and firmly grabbed your thighs, lifting you off the ground and walking off the stage with you.

letting out a gasp, you pulled away and looked at him.

the look in your eyes

my hand between your thighs

“fuck...” you blurted out, still holding tightly onto his hair. your eyes scanned his face. You’d never seen him so attentively before, and so close, too. he was far too beautiful, even with that seemingly permanent scowl painted on his perfect features.

oh this can’t be real

it’s all just a dream

“you jealous little asshole. you couldn’t handle the thought of me having a crush on someone else, isn’t that right?” he teased, smirk drawn on his swollen lips.

“i’m starting to think i might’ve been jealous of myself all along,” you teased back, poking his cheek with your index finger.

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

katsuki shrugged and pecked your lips one last time.

“yeah, maybe,”

#bakugo #bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha

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yutahoes · 3 years

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Mono no Aware

(Chapter Nine)

Intro - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine

Mono No Aware, ‘the pathos of things’, a melancholic appreciation of the transiency of existence. That fleeting moment when you realized that something you love is bound to disappear. Like life.

pairing : grim reaper! Yuta Nakamoto x female doctor! Reader

chapter word count : 1.3k words

chapter genre : fluff, angst

chapter warning : death, cursing, suicide, poison

Yuta hated the look on her face when he last saw her. But he needed to keep her safe or bad things might happen to her. Johnny warned him of this before but he didn't listen, the yearning to stay with her much bigger than the want to keep her safe. In contrast to what he did in the past.

Besides, it was him who killed her. All he wanted back then was to save the princess, to save her. In the end, it was him who brought her death.

Yuta is scared that it might happen again. Her safety is more important now. He should stop seeing her.

But the divine being had been playing jokes on him when it brought him to the hospital where she works. He saw how she stopped in her tracks then sighed upon seeing him. She's going to cry again. He's sure of that.

The moment the soul exited the emergency room, Yuta sighed and asked him to just follow him. He needed to finish his work early. Yuta handed him the drink and when the man's soul disappeared, he immediately drove his motorbike back to the hospital.

"Hi." he greeted the nurse in the lobby. "Have you seen Dr. Y/N?" The other nurses look at him in awe, some whispering that he's handsome and that he might be the doctor's boyfriend. One nurse claimed that he saw her going to the rooftop and he smiled, thanking him before heading to where he said she is.

He searched for her among the crowd until he reached a mini-garden and found her crouched down behind the flower bed, shoulders heaving up and down. She's crying. Hesitant, he reached for her hair. That silky hair that his fingers can remember. He thought the reason was that she is a princess but now he realized, it was because she's Y/N.

"Leave me alone, Doyoung." She whispered and Yuta felt betrayed. But then, he was the one who told her not to come near him. Why is he even here? Johnny will just get mad at him. "I hate how everyone dies and just leaves us."

"They don't." She stared at him in surprise, her eyes glistening because of the tears. She's so beautiful. "A pretty princess once told me that the stars are the souls of those who die." He wiped her tears with his thumb. "And that cherry blossoms are the blood of the dead. They never left us. They're always here with us."

Maybe she just needed someone to comfort her that her arms wrapped around him, crying in his embrace. Yuta was seated on the rooftop floor, the weeping girl in his arms. And he never wished to be somewhere else this moment. "You're doing so well, Y/N." He threaded his fingers on her hair, "You're doing your best. It's not your fault that they're dying, it's destiny." Yuta whispered. "I wish one day this will stop hurting you."

"I don't want to see you hurt, Y/N."

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The coffee shop looks different in dim light now that it's close and there's only the two of them inside. Yuta made her a macchiato and the lemon cheesecake. She calls it the heavenly combination that made him chuckle at how cute she's being.

"Thank you for the hydrangeas." She said, rubbing the rim of her cup.

"Jungwoo said that it's better to give them. I'm glad Johnny delivered them well." She nodded at that. "Did he tell you something?"

Y/N took a bite of the lemon cake then drank her macchiato. "Some things." She whispered. He kept his gaze on her. Nothing changed. It's still her. The princess he fell in love with. The doctor who saved that boy and cried for the old lady she doesn't even know. Y/N who got hurt because of him. "I still have a lot of questions, though."

Yuta nodded. He's sure of that. He has a lot of questions himself. A light glance on the watch above the table and he nodded. "How did you become a grim reaper?"

He shrugged. "Johnny said it's a punishment for our sins. Because of the blood in our hands…"

"Does this mean I'll be a grim reaper when I die?" She asked innocently then stared at him. "Wait, did you die?" Again, Yuta shrugged. He isn't sure. He can't remember that. "You said something about a princess, do you remember your past life?"

He was startled. Should he let her know that she is that princess?

Instead, Yuta nodded. "A swordsman. I worked for the rebels and killed people, especially in the monarchy. I was tasked to kill the king…" His gaze fell on her who was just staring at him as well. Her eyes were glistening in the dim lights, the image of the princess appearing in his eyes. The princess he loved. "But I killed the girl I love."

A sharp gasp escaped her lips. "So it isn't really a dream?" Y/N said more to herself. "I saw you. The black robe, the riverbed, the white bracelet." Yuta's eyes widened in surprise. She knew? "You were holding me in your arms."

Why would she dream of that? Is she really the princess? Then why does she have to appear in front of him now? "Yuta, I think this is the reason why I can see you."

He gave her a confused look before she continued, "We're connected. And I think I'm the key for you to get out of this grim reaper business."

That was logical. The past and the present always have a connection and what she said makes sense. Is she truly his ticket to get out of this? What would happen to her if he forced that idea? This is the first time this happened in a long time he had been a grim reaper. It scared him and excited him at the same time. But how?

Instead of decreasing, his questions just got deeper confusing him.

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He leaned on his motorbike, watching his wristwatch turn bright red. A male soul. He wondered how old he is.

A soul, probably in his late forties, went outside the door smiling at him. He was all clad in black, "I was waiting for you, Mr. Grim Reaper." He was expecting him? Yuta's eyes gazed at the familiar wristwatch on his wrist. He's also a grim reaper? How?

The younger was wary at how to ask him things. How did he die? He's a grim reaper. “It might still be hard but you’ll get out of it soon.”

“How?”

“The connection of your past and present.” So what Y/N said might be true. She might really be his ticket out of here. “The reason why you cheat your death to become a grim reaper.” Cheat his death? The older man smiled. “We did bad things in the past but we didn’t pay for it so the divine being is punishing us. We cheat death by killing ourselves.”

He became a grim reaper because he killed himself? “Remember that the divine being only wants to protect you.” He drank the coffee in front of him before smiling at him. “They're always watching you and your reason.” Then he disappeared.

His head throb that instant, the same stinging pain as before. All he could see is a small light from the moon, illuminating a body in front of him. He touched his bracelet, tears falling to the white bead. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispered while removing the bracelet and placing it above her dead body.

“Please forgive me.” Every word feels poison in his tongue. Raindrops started falling, hiding the tears in his eyes. “I’ll see you soon,” Yuta mumbled as his eyes gazed on the small bottle with dark liquid. “I love you, Y/N.”

A coffee cup fell that snapped him back to his senses. The brewed coffee looking exactly like the poison he drank. Is that why he’s offering coffee to souls?

He really did cheat his way in death. All because of her. His reason. Then Y/N is indeed his ticket out of here.

TEN

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Posting early because I will be gone for the whole day. Two more chapters left and I’m still thinking if I’m in the right track for the ending or not. I’ll upload chapter ten on Wednesday then the final chapter on Friday so I can finish the series this week.

Anyways, I would like to express my deep gratitude for the ten people who were still reading this. I honestly wanted to give up this series but thank you @a-bts-world for always commenting on every chapter and waiting for the upload. Thank you for giving me the motivation to continue this. 😄

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta chaptered #yuta nakamoto chaptered #nakamoto yuta chaptered #yuta angst #nakamoto yuta angst #yuta nakamoto angst

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hysterialevi · 3 years

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Hjarta | Chapter 17

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Eivor was adopted by Randvi’s family instead, he ends up falling in love with the man his sister has been promised to despite the arranged marriage between their clans.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male Eivor

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A FEW MINUTES LATER

BJORNHEIMR

Sigurd dragged his feet across the uneven terrain, slogging through the dead woods that now served as Dag’s tomb. His hand shone vividly with a bright layer of red due to the blood that clung onto his skin, and his ears still buzzed with the echoes of his friend’s final cries.

As for Eivor, the jarl’s son appeared to be equally as harrowed as his companion. His eyes mirrored the frozen desolation of the bleak landscape sitting before him, and his face remained expressionless much like the corpses that now rested at Bjornheimr’s temple.

Both of them traversed the world like a pair of hollow shells, wandering through the dark in search of any light to hold onto. A black haze had blotted out the beam that once twinkled in their eyes, and it seemed as if the fire that once burned in them had been completely snuffed out.

Eivor just prayed this would be the end of their grief. It wouldn’t be long before they got the information they needed from Gorm, and the young man imagined they would soon be braving the seas again in search of the wretch’s father.

It was an endeavor that would only lead to more war, no doubt. There was a high chance that more people would die during their pursuit, and Eivor could no longer guarantee that even he would survive a second battle against Kjotve.

But after everything that had happened, he refused to shy away from this fight. Kjotve’s death wouldn’t bring Ulfar or Thora back from the dead, that much was true. But even then, Eivor hoped that -- at least -- it would serve as a balm to ease the pain now wracking his heart.

He didn’t even care about reclaiming his honor anymore. All he wanted was to bring this horrid war to an end. Far too many people had been lost to Kjotve’s barbarity, and Eivor’s only desire now was to deliver peace unto those who had suffered for so long.

It was something he was willing to die for at this point, and a part of him suspected that he would.

“Wait,” Sigurd said as they entered the village. He stopped in his tracks and gazed in the distance, looking towards the docks. “Is that Randvi’s ship?”

Eivor followed his line of sight, nodding in response. “Yes. Randvi and her men returned not too long ago. They arrived whilst you were dealing with Dag.” He paused briefly, giving the prince a grim face. “...I’ve already told her about Thora and Ulfar. She’s at the temple now with my father and Ingrida. They’re preparing for tomorrow’s funeral.”

“...How is she?”

“How do you think? She knew Thora and Ulfar even longer than I did. She... she’s beyond devastated.”

Sigurd sighed deeply, hanging his head low in regret. “...Damn it. I should’ve killed Dag weeks ago. I should’ve confronted him from the start. He had been acting so strange ever since we came to Bjornheimr. I shouldn’t have waited this long to do something about it. Perhaps none of this would’ve happened then.”

Eivor took a few steps closer to him, speaking softly. “You are not to blame, Sigurd. You had no way of knowing Dag was the traitor.”

The prince wasn’t swayed. “On the contrary, I was the only one who could’ve known. I was the closest one with Dag out of anybody in our clan. I should’ve been paying more attention. I shouldn’t have let my love for him blind my judgement.”

Sigurd shut his eyes for a moment and let out a breath, clearly exhausted from the day’s events. “...I’m sorry, Eivor. I know you don’t fault me for what’s happened, but even then, I still carry some of the blame on my shoulders. I must be more vigilant from now on. I can’t allow anything like this to occur again, and I won’t. You have my word.”

Walking away before the other man could respond, Sigurd left Eivor behind and simply pushed forward into the village, emerging from the forest like a shadow slipping out of the night. The despair that once dimmed his expression had been replaced with the flickering embers of a growing rage, and the Wolf-Kissed could almost see sparks igniting in his eyes.

As for the young man himself, he simply followed the prince from a distance and trailed along quietly, unsure of what else he could do to comfort his lover. A few of the villagers -- including Styrbjorn -- had turned their heads upon Sigurd’s anticipated return, and immediately brought their attention to the blood now staining his hand.

The color faded from the king’s flesh as soon as he noticed the striking pigment. He didn’t seem to understand what had transpired just yet, but the dreary cloud hanging over his son was enough to imply that something terrible had unraveled.

Styrbjorn approached the two of them, carrying a look of concern.

“My son...!” He called out, keeping his tone hushed. “Where have you been? What’s happened to you? Whose... whose blood is that?”

Sigurd exchanged glances with his companion, hesitant to answer. He didn’t appear to be any calmer than when Eivor first found him in the woods, and the younger man feared that it wouldn’t take much more to send him into a storm.

“It’s... Dag’s.” The prince admitted. “...I killed him.”

The older man fell into silence, taken aback by his son’s actions.

“You did what?”

“I had to,” Sigurd justified, steeling his voice. “Dag was the traitor. I had to get rid of him before he did anything else. I couldn’t allow him to harm more people.”

“A traitor?” Styrbjorn repeated in disbelief. “Are you positive? What makes you so certain he betrayed us? Did you find any evidence?”

“He confessed his crimes, father. He told me everything. Dag was the one assisting Kjotve. He was the one who informed him of our alliance. Ulfar was right.”

The king didn’t seem convinced. “I see. And was there anyone else around to hear Dag’s confession?”

“...No. It was just me and him.”

Styrbjorn shook his head in disapproval. “Then how can we be so sure that you killed the right man?”

Sigurd stared at his father in bewilderment, finally catching on to the man’s concerns. “...You don’t believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, son. But other people may not -- and for good reason, I might add. You just killed one of our own clan members because of a confession that nobody was around to hear. Nobody except for you. How can I accept that as evidence? How am I going to explain Dag’s death to our people? How can I convince them that what you did was not, in fact, murder?”

Sadly, Sigurd was in no state to process things rationally. The king’s doubt only added more fuel to the anguish that was already festering inside him, and his temper quickly took over like a hurricane commanding the seas.

“You can explain to them that I just killed the man responsible for Thora’s death! I killed the man who would’ve thrown the rest of us to the wolves. Had it not been for that rat, this village would still be in one piece. Thora would still be alive. I killed him because it was necessary.”

Styrbjorn was quiet in response, urging Sigurd to fill the silence.

“You think I murdered him out of indulgence? You know how much I loved him, father. He was my brother! I didn’t want to see him dead. But I did what was required to keep our clan safe. I finished what Ulfar started.”

But the king had nothing else to offer other than criticism. “You acted carelessly, Sigurd. There is no honor in slaying a man who cannot defend himself. You know this. If you truly believed Dag was the traitor, you should’ve brought him to me -- not slaughtered him in the woods. I could’ve held a trial to determine his judgement. His crimes would’ve been brought to light.”

“You think we have the time for something like that? Dag may have been reckless, but he wasn’t a fool. If there really was any evidence to find of his collusion with Kjotve, he would’ve destroyed it. We’d be investigating for weeks, if not months!”

“And what if there is evidence? What if we discover that Dag was not the only traitor in our midst? What will we do then, hm?”

Sigurd grew irritated. “We’ll deal with it. Just like I dealt with Dag.”

Styrbjorn sighed in defeat. “You rely too much on impulse, my son. You cannot take matters into your own hands like this. If you are to wear the crown someday, you must learn to respect the ways of our kingdom. A good leader enforces the law with a firm hand, but is never above it.”

The prince didn’t take kindly to that. “You are the last person to dictate what makes a good leader. While I’ve been fighting alongside our warriors on the battlefield, risking my life, you’ve been idling with a bottle in your hand, watching everything unfold! You say I’m reckless, but who else is going to defend your kingdom if not you?”

The older man turned away in shame, causing his son to descend even further into his tirade.

“Killing Dag was the only way to proceed, father. I wouldn’t have done it if I had any other options, but we are at a dead-end here. You don’t want me to act like this? Then you can swing the axe yourself next time!”

Coming to an abrupt halt, Sigurd cut himself off and took a moment to glance at his surroundings, suddenly realizing just how much attention he had drawn to their argument. Everywhere around him, men and women alike gawked at their altercation with a blatant sense of fear in their eyes, alarmed by everything they just heard. Not a single word was uttered amongst the small crowd that had gathered around them, and yet, it felt as if their very thoughts lingered in the air.

Looking at his father, Sigurd stepped away from the other man and slunk to Eivor’s side, backing down as if he were shocked by his own behavior. He appeared to be even more devoid of life now that he had argued with Styrbjorn, and within moments, he was desperately searching for a way out.

“I... I need to be alone.”

In the blink of an eye, Sigurd removed himself from the vicinity and retreated to the longhouse, aching for the solitude of his chambers. He left Styrbjorn and Eivor with nothing more than the company of their own thoughts, and disappeared as if he were smoke being whisked away by the wind.

In the meantime, the two men simply watched the prince vanish in the distance as the crowd began to disperse, granting them the luxury of privacy they so fervently desired. A portion of them already felt somewhat sheepish due to announcing their troubles to the public, and frankly, the only thing Eivor wanted was to lock himself in his room.

Unfortunately for the young man though, Styrbjorn didn’t seem ready to let him go just yet.

“Oh, Sigurd...” the king muttered to himself. “When will that boy learn...?”

Eivor approached the conflicted man, attempting to calm his nerves.

“Forgive him, my lord.” He pleaded. “Grief has befallen Sigurd. He made a great sacrifice for us today, cutting down his own friend like that. It will take him a long time to recover from this.”

Styrbjorn pinched the bridge of his nose out of stress, pacing back and forth in the snow.

“I understand that my son was only trying to protect our clan, but I must ensure he’s prepared to inherit the throne. We are at war, Eivor. There’s no guarantee I’ll be around by the time Kjotve is vanquished. The dawn of Sigurd’s reign could arrive sooner than he expects. He must be ready.”

“He is ready,” The Wolf-Kissed reassured. “He just needs time to heal.”

The king halted in his tracks and glanced at the younger man, inquiring about one other matter.

“Listen, Eivor. I hate to ask you of this considering everything that’s going on, but could you speak to Sigurd for me? I’d feel better knowing he wasn’t dealing with this alone.”

Eivor raised a brow. “Me? Why not you?”

“You’ve witnessed firsthand the animosity that stands between me and my son. Very rarely does Sigurd ever greet me with a smile. Whenever we’re together, it always feels like he’s angry at me, or frustrated. And the worst part is... I can’t even say he’s completely unjustified.”

“What do you mean?”

Styrbjorn sighed regretfully, dropping his gaze to the ground. There was a clear rein of hesitancy holding him back, but he knew that in order to help his son the best, he’d need to offer his full candor.

“Perhaps he’s already told you this, but... ever since Sigurd’s mother passed away, I’ve found myself continuously drawn to the allure of drink. It’s something that’s haunted me for years now. I’ve tried many times to put down the bottle, but in the end, it always ends up trapping me in its clutches. I’m not proud to admit it, but it’s the truth.”

Eivor nodded in remembrance. “Sigurd has told me about this, yes.”

“I’m not surprised. He often speaks fondly of you. It’s clear you’ve gained my son’s unwavering trust. Unfortunately however, I cannot say the same for myself. My relationship with Sigurd has suffered due to my addiction. I have not always been the father he deserves, nor given him the guidance that he needed.”

The king’s stone facade faltered briefly. “It breaks my heart to consider it, but I fear that my own son views me as a nuisance more than anything. A lingering shackle that keeps holding him back. Sometimes I even wonder if the boy hates me.”

The young man’s expression softened with sympathy. “...No, Styrbjorn. No. He doesn’t hate you. Even Sigurd himself has told me that he loves you. He just feels ignored.”

That caught Styrbjorn’s attention. “Ignored?”

“Yes. The last time he and I spoke about this issue, he expressed that he often feels like you don’t heed his advice; that his words tend to fall on deaf ears. Sigurd wants to help you overcome this, but he says you won’t let him.”

“It’s... true that I haven’t always kept my promises. I cannot deny that. But this battle is not so easily won.”

Eivor gave him an understanding look. “And Sigurd is aware of that. He knows you won’t be able to discard this overnight. But he just needs to see that you’re making some kind of effort. That will be more than enough for him. Trust me.”

Styrbjorn took the man’s advice to heart and quietly thought to himself for a moment, evidently shaken by this revelation. It was clear that a part of him drowned in guilt due to the discovery of Sigurd’s frustrations, but a hint of relief also twinkled in his eye now that he knew the boy still loved him.

“...I see.” The king said sincerely, gazing at the young man with an immense amount of gratitude. “Thank you for telling me this, Eivor. The path to reconciliation will be one laden with difficulties, but at least I can see where I must go. I will think on what you’ve said, and I’ll speak to Sigurd when the moment is right. In the meantime, could you talk to him for now? I fear that my presence would only amplify his anger.”

“Of course,” Eivor said with a firm nod. “I’ll check on him for you.”

“I appreciate it. Stay safe, my boy. Our struggles are far from over. I pray that the gods will extend their mercy to you from now on, and that you recover quickly from today’s tragedies. Peace is a distant reality for us at the moment, but not unreachable.”

~~~~~~~~~~

THE LONGHOUSE

SIGURD’S CHAMBERS

Wandering through the longhouse’s dimly lit halls, Eivor followed the trail of torches as he made his way to Sigurd’s chambers, overwhelmed by the looming silence that was broken only by his footsteps.

The adamant walls of the building had blocked out any intrusive sounds -- including that of the howling wind -- and as a result, nothing but the low crackling of fire was present to accompany the thoughts screaming in Eivor’s head.

He just didn’t know how to feel anymore. When he first discovered Thora’s body, the agony that overcame him was so fierce it almost crippled him entirely. He felt like the gods had ripped a hole in the very fabric of the world, and the impact of Ulfar’s death only pressed harder on the weight that was already resting on his shoulders.

Still, he couldn’t imagine what Sigurd was experiencing. Even though Eivor was no stranger to the atrocities of war, he had never been cursed with the responsibility of striking down his own brother. The mere idea of putting himself in the same position with Randvi was enough to crush him, and he worried that the guilt would twist the prince’s spirit into something much darker. He just hoped he could help the man before it was too late.

“...Sigurd?” The Wolf-Kissed said gently, knocking on the surface of his door. “It’s me, Eivor. Can I come in?”

A soft rustle emitted from the inside, followed up by the muffled thuds of Sigurd’s boots. The door swung open after a few moments, and standing in front of him, Eivor saw the prince, looking somber as ever.

“Eivor...?” He whispered, still afflicted by the ordeal with Dag. “You’re here?”

“Yes. I know you said you wished to be alone, but... I was worried. You disappeared from our sight before we could even get a word in. I wanted to check on you. I hope I’m not intruding.” The younger man paused for a second. “...How are you feeling now?”

Sigurd’s gaze fell to the floor. “I... I don’t know, Eivor.” His posture slouched in remorse. “...I’m not doing well.”

“Of course not,” Eivor said in understanding. “Dag was like a brother to you. No one could do what you did and come out unscathed.”

The prince scoffed. “No one except for my father, apparently.” He turned away from the door and stepped aside, allowing Eivor to come in as he spoke. “Can you believe that man? We are this close to winning the war against Kjotve, and he’s more concerned about due process.”

Eivor followed Sigurd into his chambers, closing the door behind them.

“Your father just wants to make sure you’re ready to rule the kingdom.”

“Well, there won’t be a kingdom to rule if we don’t catch Kjotve soon enough. My father says I’m careless in my behavior, but I don’t recall the last time I saw him lifting a sword. What else does he expect me to do?”

Sigurd took a seat on the edge of his bed and sighed, completely drained of all vigor. “...I know I’m not perfect, Eivor. I know I still have much to learn. But everything I do is for the betterment of this clan. Why can’t my father see that?”

Eivor sat beside his lover, placing a comforting hand on his back. “He does see it. He may not be the best at getting his message across, but trust me when I say your father knows you have good intentions. He just worries that you’ll act with too much haste.”

The prince’s brow furrowed in curiosity. “Is that so? And what makes you so certain of that?”

“He and I talked after you left,” the younger man admitted. “He wanted to speak with you personally, but he thought that his company would only aggravate you more.” Eivor frowned in empathy. “...Your father thinks you hate him, Sigurd.”

Sigurd’s entire mood seemed to shift at the response, and for a split-second, it almost looked like he had completely forgotten about the rage he harbored.

“He does...?”

“Well, he suspects it,” Eivor clarified, “but he said that things are always tense between you two. There never seems to be a moment of peace whenever you’re together.”

The prince shook his head, eager to dispel his beliefs.

“...No,” he said softly. “No. I don’t hate him. I love my father, in fact. I just hate the things he does sometimes.” Sigurd leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I want to keep him safe like I promised my mother I would. It brings me no joy to see him endure any pain or hardship, but...” he let out a breath of frustration, “...he never listens to me! Whenever I try to help him, he only pushes me away. Once, I even dumped all our ale into the river to stop him from drinking, and he broke into a fury unlike anything I’d ever seen.”

A grip of fear took hold of Sigurd’s voice. “...That stuff is poison, Eivor. It’s going to kill him someday. The last thing I want is to see my father step into an early grave, but how am I supposed to help him when he won’t even help himself?”

Eivor brought his partner into a hug, allowing his chin to sit on the man’s shoulder.

“You need to be more patient, Sigurd,” he advised. “Ultimately, your father’s recovery is his own responsibility, but a hostile relationship won’t do anything for either of you. He’s still trying to move on from your mother’s death. Just like you’re trying to move on from Dag’s. Give him time.”

The prince let out a sigh and warmed up to Eivor’s embrace, finally cooling off from the heat of his argument with Styrbjorn.

“I... I suppose you’re right.” He conceded, turning to face the younger man. “...Okay, Eivor. I’ll try to make things right. Not just for my father, but also for you. I promise.”

Eivor smiled at that. “Good. It won’t be easy, I know. But it’ll be worth it.”

Sigurd sat up from his position and laid a hand on the Wolf-Kissed’s lap, diverting the focus of their conversation elsewhere.

“Anyway, enough about me. How are you doing, my love? I’m... so sorry about Thora and Ulfar.”

Eivor separated their hug and stared bleakly at the floor, trying to keep himself together.

“...I still can’t believe they’re gone,” he said. “I thought I’d be used to losing people like this after what happened to my parents, but it hurts just as much as it did all those years ago. Only this time, I feel like I could’ve done something. I wish I did.”

A tinge of regret blanketed Sigurd’s face. “Are you angry that I held you back during the holmgang?”

“No,” Eivor answered truthfully. “I know you didn’t mean any harm. You were only trying to preserve Ulfar’s honor, and to be honest, I’m grateful that you did. As much as I wish I could’ve saved that man, I’d feel even worse if he never reached Valhalla. I’m going to miss him more than words can describe, but at least I know he’s at peace now. At least I know he’s reunited with his wife.” A cloud of sorrow fogged the young man’s eyes. “...I just wish I could say the same for Thora.”

Sigurd’s nose crinkled at the memory of discovering Thora’s body. “Gorm is even more of a coward than his father. It’s a shame what he did to her. He will get the punishment he deserves, Eivor. I won’t let him get away with it.”

The Wolf-Kissed found some solace in the prince’s reassurance. “Thank you. I know there’s nothing I can do to bring Thora back, but it seems only fitting that the man who murdered her joins her side in Helheim.”

“And he will. One way or another.”

Standing up from the bed, Eivor straightened his tunic and inched towards the door, preparing to take his leave. He didn’t want to abandon Sigurd’s side just yet, but he also wanted to see how his family was coping before the day came to an end.

“Anyway, I’ll give you some space, Sigurd.” He said, pressing a hand against the door’s surface. “I imagine you probably want to be alone right now, and there are some things I need to take care of before the funeral starts.”

Contrary to his belief however, the prince didn’t seem to share his sentiments. “Actually, I’d like you to stick around a little longer. If you’re willing to stay, that is.”

Eivor halted mid-action, unable to hide his interest. “You would?”

“Your company is one of the few things that offers me peace nowadays, Eivor. If you want to take this conversation further, you’re more than welcome here.”

The blonde viking took a hesitant glance outside the door, still carrying the same concerns he had lugged around for the past two weeks.

“But what if someone finds us? Don’t you think it’ll strike them as odd that I’ve been with you for so long?”

Sigurd let out a fatigued breath, slowly rising from his bed. “...I don’t care anymore. All this death sitting on our doorstep has shown me just how precious life truly is. I have no idea if I’ll even survive this war, Eivor. I’m not going to spend what could possibly be my final days pretending that I don’t feel anything for you.”

He walked up to his companion, leaving no more than a few inches between them. “I love you, Eivor. And I’m not ashamed to say it.”

Eivor froze at the confession and simply stared at Sigurd in silence, entirely at a loss for words. It wasn’t too long ago that the prince nearly tore himself apart trying to keep their affair a secret, and yet, he was practically declaring his love from the top of the world now. He no longer cared about the rumors that would spread, or the judgmental glances he’d receive. He was finally done hiding, and Eivor wondered if it was time he felt the same.

“Forgive me,” the younger man replied, “I... I don’t know what to say. I just never expected to hear you say those words.”

Sigurd chuckled. “Neither did I. I used to berate myself without pause when I first realized I was growing attached to you. I tried so desperately to shift my attention to Randvi for the sake of this alliance, but... it never worked. Things only deteriorated for me, and as a result, my life turned into a never-ending battle. I was miserable.”

Eivor smirked affectionately. “And now?”

Sigurd returned the grin. “Now, I know what I want at last. I can finally see why the gods led me here, and I’m done pushing against this fate that the Nornir have woven for me. I’m done with living a lie. My only question is... do you feel the same?”

The Wolf-Kissed let his hand drop from the door and focused completely on the man in front of him, peering fondly into his eyes.

“Of course I do. You’ve always been there for me ever since you first arrived at Bjornheimr. The circumstances under which we had to meet will forever leave a scar on this clan, but I can say for certain that our encounter was a blessing.” Eivor beamed brightly at the prince, holding his cheek in his palm. “I love you too, Sigurd. And nothing will ever change that.”

Sigurd’s expression radiated with a vibrant joy upon hearing that, and he pulled Eivor even closer to him, gently pushing him against the wall. He pecked a small kiss on the younger man’s neck and held him securely by the waist, allowing himself to forget about his troubles for just a brief moment.

“Then let us cast away the burdens of our struggles for tonight, and cherish our final hours of peace together. The stability of this war is precarious enough as it is. If anything happens to us, I don’t want to leave this world with regrets. Freya gave you to me as a gift the day we met, and I don’t intend to waste it.”

Eivor closed his eyes in bliss and linked his arms around Sigurd, caressing him in his embrace. The prince’s touch soothed his skin like ice on a fresh burn, and for the first time in a while, he was able to let his mind roam free from its continuous torment. The bond they shared was something that provided Eivor with a tranquility unlike anything else, and he silently begged the gods to keep his lover safe.

“From here to Valhalla,” Eivor whispered warmly, “I’ll always be at your side, Sigurd.”

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