#also judging by how injured his hands are most of the time probably all of the lines are a blurry mess

[unrav3l]

i love to think about the most useless headcanons for characters that i adore and as someone whos into symbolic shit heres my current brainrot

what if blade has no life line on his palm. trust me i get that from physical pov it makes absolutely no sense but just. imagine holding patching this bastards hand and being like ... somethings lacking. you look a bit closer and boom no life line. like not a damn thing. a very shallow one, a brief, almost invisible shadow of it.

i could also rant about the rest of them, how he probably has a scar on the fate/love lines cutting them in half, making it all blurry and messy.

does it change anything? no. is it something i will think about for the next week. absolutely.

#also judging by how injured his hands are most of the time probably all of the lines are a blurry mess #i love my wet dog of a man 🫶 #blade hsr #honkai star rail #hsr #high cloud quintet #hoyoverse #hsr headcanons #blade headcanons

[wing-dingy]

Remember when I said I wasn't gonna post fanfics? I lied. I'm gonna post just this one as an excuse to have some Johnshi in my life but also because its rare I write a fic that isnt a self indulgent oc fic

This is just a lil fic where Kenshi comforts Johnny after a stunt on set leaves him with an injured ankle, mostly cute banter. Also sorry if the formatting looks weird, i dont normally post fics to tumblr so idk how to space my paragraphs like I do on google docs.

Click. Step. Click. Step.

The Hollywood actor carried himself on his crutches across the room, from the door to his living room couch, where he saw Kenshi waiting in anticipation.

“Honey, I'm home,” Johnny announced in a parody of those old movies, how he loved his dumb movie references.

“Doesn't sound like good news. Are those crutches?” Kenshi asked, judging by the sound and the patterns of the sound. Though he usually relied on Sento for sight, he hardly ever felt the need to in a casual setting, so it rested in the mantle above the fireplace.

“Yeup. Doc says I'll need ‘em for a few weeks, a month at most.”

Kenshi crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch. “Was that stunt still worth it?”

Johnny snorted, “Totally, the shot came out perfect! You may not know this, but I do all of my own stunts. Impresses everybody when I tell them that!” He dropped a small paper bag of his prescribed painkillers on the coffee table and sat next to Kenshi, wincing as he lifted his ankle to rest it on the same table.

“Aren't stuntmen used so the real actors don't get hurt?”

“I mean- yeah. But don't worry, they're just gonna film everything else until I come back, which should be in no time. I'm just built different.”

Kenshi could just hear the cocky smile, causing him to shake his head in disbelief, but he couldn't hold back the small bit of laughter at Johnny’s pride and confidence. “Alright, but it looks like it's my turn to take care of you again.”

“Don't sweat it, Ken doll, I can take care of myself. You've already helped me enough, and you've got yourself to look after,” He noted all too seriously. Obviously there still rested some guilt in his heart over Mileena's rabid attack that day.

“That ankle needs to rest. That movie needs you and you need the money from it.” Undeniable. Johnny was still getting back on his feet (not literally now) after a messy and expensive divorce, he needed whatever work he could get at the moment. “You just let me know when you need something.”

Johnny sighed as he looked down at his injured ankle. These next few weeks were going to be the most boring while of his life.

Kenshi seemed to know Johnny wasn't feeling so good by the sudden quietness, not even a silly request from his offer. When Johnny of all people was quiet, there was a problem. “Johnny? You alright?”

“Yeah… I've just never been good at sitting still and doing nothing, you know? Now I can't even use my own pool in my living room,” He complained, as if having a pool in the living room was a normal thing.

“Come on, Johnny, you still have a whole mansion. Unless your attention span really is that small, you're not gonna get bored,” Kenshi lovingly poked at him. “It’s not like you're alone either.”

Johnny noded with a small smile of comfort. “That's right, I've got you, my best friend, boyfriend, and assigned FBI agent,” Johnny joked. Gods, not again with the assigned FBI agent meme. “And hey, maybe we can invite Kung Lao and Raiden over to hang out. You think Liu Kang would wanna drop by?”

Kenshi gave an amused smirk. “Probably not, but Kung Lao, might.”

Johnny looked down at the table again, spotting a marker. He groaned and wheezed as he leaned over to grab it, trying not to move his ankle off the table as his finger tips barely touched the marker.

“Johnny what are you-” Before he could finish his question, he felt a marker tapping against his hand.

“You wanna be the first to sign my cast?” Johnny offered, trying to play it off cool but his excitement was slipping past in his voice.

“You mean Hollywood’s megastar wants my autograph?” Kenshi teased. He took the marker into his hand, and Johnny guided his hand down to his cast. Confidently, Kenshi began writing his name.

“Not bad writing for someone who can't really see,” Johnny complimented, meaning it obviously and trying to make it sound like that rather than a mockery.

“I still know the motions of writing, that's enough to get by.” Of course Johnny hadn't seen Kenshi's messier writing at his job and maybe it should stay that way.

The real surprise was the small heart he drew right below his own name. Kenshi wasn't so into PDA, nor into cutesy stuff like that, so it caught Johnny off guard to see the small display. It wasn't like people didn't know they were dating, Johnny was way too into showing off their love and too loud to keep that secret, but it was rather that Kenshi was a more subtle lover when it came to their relationship, preferring to keep things behind doors. Still, it was a nice surprise, and at least now it made the cast way better to look at! Of course Johnny was already pulling out his phone to snap a photo of it to post to his socials.

“You're posting your cast, aren't you?” Kenshi reasonably accused.

“Gotta let the fans know production might be on hold.”

“Is that it? Or are you bragging about us again?”

Johnny snickered, meaning Kenshi was right. “Okay, you got me, but how can I not show you off? You're the coolest! A blind swordsman? Dating Hollywood's biggest hit? We're like a power couple!”

If Kenshi still had his eyeballs, he'd be lovingly rolling them, but admittedly it was kind of cute seeing how enthusiastic Johnny was about their relationship- and kind of funny to think about considering they were previously rivals over Sento.

Kenshi leaned in to press a kiss to Johnny's cheek, and he could feel the wrinkles of a smile under his lips. “Looks like you're feeling better about that ankle.”

“As long as I have you by my side, this injury is gonna be a breeze!” Now it was Johnny's turn to lean in, this time leaning to rest his head on Kenshi with closed eyes and a content smile. Kenshi reciprocated by wrapping an arm around Johnny to hold him. “Shit, that medicine they gave me is starting to catch up.”

“You get sleepy off of a couple Tylenols,” Kenshi playfully quipped, making Johnny laugh.

“Just saying it's a good excuse to nap on you! Unless you're gonna tele-fling me to bed again.”

Kenshi shook his head. “Maybe when your ankle isn't as broken. Right here is fine, just keep your ankle up.”

“Sweet,” Johnny happily murmured as he felt himself starting to doze off. Damn, Tylenol really did knock him out.

#mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi #johnny cage #johnshi #[sweating] im so nervous about posting this hfnckf

[one-flower-one-sword]

His fingers curled into claws, and he aimed directly for Hua Cheng's right eye!

It all happened in under a second. Hua Cheng dodged just as fast, but the attack still left two bloody scratches on his cheek.

For the first time, Hua Cheng faced an opponent he couldn't overtake in speed. His gaze turned sharp, and he changed tactics on the spot - he called forth millions of wraith butterflies, and they swarmed the man in a frenzy. The myriad butterflies wrapped the white-clad man inside a large, shimmering silver chrysalis, but that likely wouldn't last long. Hua Cheng was about to grab Xie Lian when the silver butterflies shrieked and exploded into sparkling powder!

Seeing the subtle change to Hua Cheng's expression as so many wraith butterflies were destroyed at once, Xie Lian knew that this wasn't good. The white-clad man had blown apart the wraith butterflies, and now he was hidden within the shimmering silver powder that choked the air. His newly grown hand struck out once more, aiming again for Hua Cheng's right eye!

TGCF Volume 6, page 76

In this previous post, I've speculated about the logistics of Hua Cheng being blind on his right side and his usage of the wraith butterflies as a sort of disability aid in some instances. This above scene of his first direct clash against Bai Wuxiang is another one of those moments where the text isn't directly stating something but it's possible to extrapolate from what is described and from what is implied.

Hua Cheng is extremely skilled at direct combat at a very young age already, evidenced by the way he manages to injure several of Qi Rong's lackeys when they capture him as he's only ten years old:

"I called for five or six guys, and they still couldn't catch the brat. He trashed and bit them until they were bloodied all over."

Volume 2, page 351

And then later as a young soldier in the army:

"Although the boy was carrying nothing but a worn sword, he was still highly effective and struck down many of the binu. [...] "You've never used a saber before, right? You use a sword, but the sword is tricky. Although it's fast and extremely aggressive, its range is fairly limited. If you've never used a saber before, try it next time. I think you might be even stronger with it."

Volume 3, page 124-127

(The horrifying thing about this is of course that while Hua Cheng probably possessed natural talent, the reason why he had to learn to defend himself against adults as a mere child was that he was so severely and frequently beaten by them)

Also in my previous post, I speculated that Hua Cheng always keeping his right eye covered likely meant he learned early how to compensate for his blind spot in combat, since that obvious weakness is something his opponents would immediately notice and try to take advantage of. Until Bai Wuxiang, we never witness him fighting anyone who can actually injure him, not since he's become a Supreme Ghost King. He defeats 33 heavenly officials in a row, and even fighting two against one with Feng Xin and Mu Qing, he defeats both of them with ease.

I would argue that, aside from being extremely skilled with a saber and having immense spiritual powers, it can be extrapolated from the above quote about his fight against Bai Wuxiang that it's also Hua Cheng leveraging his superior speed against his opponents that prevents them from taking advantage of his blind spot.

(As an aside, I would assume that even when Hua Cheng is in a fake skin that has both eyes and not in his true form, he's still blind in the right one because it's, well, fake. If the text ever actually contradicts that (I've not read volume 8 yet) I will add corrections)

But now, he's facing Bai Wuxiang, who is just as if not even faster than him. Judging by the fact that Bai Wuxiang aims his attack at Hua Cheng's right eye twice, he's correctly judged his blind spot to be the most vulnerable place to go for, thereby managing to bypass his defense long enough to injure him.

Hua Cheng immediately reasses the situation, realizes he needs to create more distance between himself and his opponent, and switches to use his wraith butterflies as a sort of distract-defend-attack combo. And against everyone else, this would have worked - we see this when he uses them to drive Feng Xin and Mu Qing back after they kidnapped Xie Lian away from him:

The butterfly deluge was blocked by the formless spiritual shield and shattered into shimmering silver light, which rapidly recrystallized into new silver butterflies and attacked once more. The onslaught was completely unstoppable - Feng Xin and Mu Qing gave ground slowly as they kept their shields up, and Hua Cheng steadily advanced step by step.

Volume 6, page 63

And then again to keep Feng Xin away and occupied while he faces Mu Qing with Eming:

Meanwhile, each arrow Feng Xin shot at the butterflies was snapped by their sharp wings. The sheer number of butterflies was ultimately too difficult to deal with!

Volume 6, page 64

But Bai Wuxiang is infinitely more powerful and simply destroys all the wraith butterflies at once, which then gives him the opportunity to immediately go for Hua Cheng's blind spot a second time and aim his attack there again.

If we continue to read the wraith butterflies as not only a weapon but also a disability aid of sorts, these fight scenes demonstrate both the possible uses of them as such and also their limits. While they're feared for good reason and have multiple functions - acting as his eyes and ears like spies, defending like a shield or cutting like a blade - they can help him make up for his blind spot to a certain degree, but they can't erase it. They're an aid for his vision loss, not a replacement.

(Which is a good thing imo, just to make that clear. I feel like it's always such a wasted opportunity when characters sustain a disability and then it's either magically fixed or they continue on as if they're still able-bodied. But Hua Cheng is disabled, and the ways he's found to empower himself and to navigate a world that's pretty hostile to people like him, don't take away from that)

Like I mentioned above I haven't read Volume 8 yet, where as far as I know there'll be more fight scenes, so I might come back to this post in the future to add further observations or correct previous ones!

#tgcf #rereading tgcf #hua cheng #disabled!hua cheng #I'm also gonna screencap ep 5 of the donghua to analyze his fight scenes #because watching him fight is an absolute delight #I'm just like xie lian in that way i love hua cheng and i love sword fights lmao

[whxre4hange]

attack on titan but dodgeball hc’s

eren is most definitely trying his best to DEMOLISH the other team

nothing will stand in his way. anything that does will be crushed.

probably hits a bunch of his teammates accidentally during his rampage

mikasa is mvp

well she would be if she wasn’t constantly lurking around ereh

NO ONE WILL TOUCH EREH

has dove and skidded on the ground at least 20 times to catch the ball and/or protect ereh

armin cowered on the ground behind his teammates for the first 20 minutes and was the last one standing cause everyone else got picked off before him

tries to psych the other team out- “cmon, let’s talk it out- we can talk this out! violence isn’t the answer!” [boos] “you wouldn’t wanna hit me, would you? i’m so weak and defenceless and you would NEVE-‘ [gets hit by 5 different balls]

sasha ate 10 baked potatoes before the game and she gets stitches 30 seconds into the game

she is on the floor crawling around the whole time

‘pls im an injured woman dont throw anything at me :(‘

she also snuck a bunch of snacks into her pockets so she’s snacking at the back until someone gets her out

and she’s still snacking on the sidelines #girboss

connie does not understand what is going on, he thinks it’s catch, so he keeps throwing it at his teammates

and he’s like :’o when everyone yells at him

“ur just mad because u cant catch properly” connie no ur just dumb sweetie

jean wants to be the leader and is the control freak of the team, but no one cares about anything he says

and because eren is not petty at all, he ignores everything jean says and instead gets everyone to do the opposite

marco is the wholesome one. shakes everyone’s hand. smiles and wishes everyone good luck (including the opposing team). is the first one out because he got distracted whilst smiling and waving to his mom, who was in the crowd. yells encouragement from the sidelines. (he’s so precious PLS)

reiner is following historia around constantly trying to be a human shield

spoiler; it doesn’t work

ymir keeps intercepting anything that dares come near historia and “accidentally” whacks reiner every time he gets too close

annie is the true mvp. she’s an absolute machine. but she kicks the balls instead of throwing it. beat up the referee when he tried to tell her it was against the rules

given his size, bertholdt is seemingly an easy target

or is he? bertolto is actually a very speedy player

although he struggled to get how the game worked at first, bertoloto quickly grasped the rules and became the runner up mvp

bertrololololololol has kind of made it his mission to be annie’s back up- always catching/intercepting anything that might hit annie and attacking would-be annie attacks

very good at running, ducking - you name it, birthcontrol can do it!

erwin, surprisingly, is really really really bad at dodgeball

gives a really huge inspirational speech to his team but doesn’t understand the point of it

why throw balls when he has the biggest balls out of everyone? [this was a joke about what a great brave commander he was, not a sex joke. pls don’t cancel me]

anyways all jokes aside, he just stands there like 🧍🏼 what is going on

gets hit very quickly and sits on the sidelines researching the origins of dodgeball

hange managed to invent this robotic arm that throws dodgeballs at an insane pace

but it malfunctions and targets her & her team instead

oh and she built it legs that have suddenly started working and it’s chasing her around now

moblit is frantically running after hange with the remote screaming because he can’t find the off button

(spoiler: there is no off button. hange forgot. in her defence, she made it at 3am on a grand total of -50 hours of sleep)

levi is above this nonsense and is silently judging you all

lmao you thought. he’s lurking in the back throwing stuff at hange #pettygirlboss

some r from aot junior high but I tried to expand on them and add more stuff :) hope u enjoyed

#aot #aot comfort #aot texts #aot x reader #armin arlert #aot fluff #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk armin #snk mikasa #mikasa supremacy #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levihan #hange zoe #hanji zoe #armin aot #hange fluff #hanji fluff #reiner x y/n #marco bodt #marco bodt fluff #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtein icon #annie leonhardt fanart #annie leonhart #eren x reader #eren x you #eren

[natasha-in-space]

Thank you for your previous work. I was wondering if you could write a headcanon of RFA (excluding Saeyoung, as you have already done him) and Saeran with MC. In this scenario, chaos follows MC everywhere without any logical reason, but REMINER IT DOESN'T HARM MC, ONLY THE PEOPLE AROUND HER. This ability also runs in her family, so if they have a gathering, chaos happens without fail. Additionally, I have a funny scenario in mind where Saeran kidnaps MC to Mint Eye, and as a result, chaos ensues, but MC casually escapes. I search Kofuku and I see some similarities but the idea of MC having this "ability" is actually come from an Disney Show called Milo Murphy's Law

Yoosung

I feel like the poor guy will get rather spooked by this strange ability of yours. He's already prone to getting into some very embarrassing situations without any external force pulling the strings. Do you mean to tell him that he'll have to deal with even more disasters in his daily college life!? It's more humorous than serious, though. He may act a bit startled by it at first, but he's definitely the type to get very curious despite his initial reservations. It baffles him how such a thing could actually happen in reality, and not in fiction. Is it appropriate for him to call you a superhero...? He'll also probably want to try and use this ability of yours for his advantage. Not anything bad... But, hey, maybe, just maybe... you could make his professor miss his bus today? He has no desire whatsoever to study for the philosophy test tomorrow morning.

Zen

Zen is able to take it all in stride. He won't be shocked by this revelation of yours, as he has a few unique abilities himself. It's actually kind of exciting for him to meet someone in a somewhat similar situation to his own. Though, your little quirk is far more chaotic than he would expect. It's a good thing he has supernatural healing powers and prophetic dreams on his side! He will be able to avoid most adversity coming his way, and, even if he does get injured, he will probably be strutting down the street without a fuss after a day or two. He'll also be very fussy about you not blaming yourself for anything. He actually finds your bad luck kind of cute! At any rate, that's what he asserts to you.

Jaehee

To put it simply, she is stumped. Since she's the most logical person in the group, she'll have trouble believing you at first. Not until she encounters the undeniable proof of your ability with her own two eyes. Out of everyone in the RFA, having bad luck following this poor overworked woman will probably make you feel especially bad for her. Much like Yoosung, she'll get rather spooked once she accepts it as reality. I could see her beginning to steer clear of you even. She's already so incredibly stressed... the last thing she needs is even more trouble on her hands. She does mellow out once she sees that you are a genuinely good person, though. She'll even apologize to you for acting rashly with you. It's possible that you and Jaehee could find ways to overcome this cursed quirk of yours.

Jumin

Without a doubt, the most enthralled among all. You might think he'll be the most skeptical one of the bunch, but no. This is a man who has a huge infatuation with the occult we're talking about here. Once he sees actual tangible proof, you have a real annoying observer on your hands. Will ask you dozens and dozens of questions, do his own research in his free time, maybe even ask you to provide him some of your blood samples or something. With your consent, of course. It may become too much to handle for you. But, what you don't need to worry about is Jumin avoiding you or treating you as a threat. He makes it a point to let you know that he will not judge your character based on factors that are out of your control. With his resources, you might even come to learn more about your abilities!

Saeran

He'll be anxious. Much like his brother, but in a more subdued manner. I feel like your constant bad luck would be one of the factors that pushed Ray into choosing you, believe it or not. He can relate to bad things happening around you, while all you can do is watch helplessly. He will also take the effects of your bad luck in stride. Almost to a fault. You'll have to remind him to please take care of himself and not put himself in harm's way because of you. Suit Saeran, on the other hand, will curse you and your ability. He'll definitely think that you are doing it on purpose. That you want him to suffer. He'll ensure that you understand your position beneath him. He hates the feeling of losing control, and that's exactly what drives him mad about you and your stupid bad luck that he can't control, no matter how hard he tries. He will apologize to you for blaming it all on you, though. You can expect him to tell you that he has come to the realization that you had no intention of harming him, and that you possess a good heart. A heart that is too great for someone as dark and rotten as he is. GE Saeran will be way more balanced about it all. It'll take you two some time to figure it out, with him not putting too much pressure on himself, and you not worrying too much about harming him. Maybe you could develop a working system between you two that will help you keep disasters to a minimum, while also having a reliable plan for any accidents that may inevitably occur.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #ryu hyun #jaehee kang #kang jaehee #mystic messenger jaehee #jumin han #han jumin #mystic messenger jumin #saeran choi #choi saeran #mystic messenger saeran #yoosung x reader #zen x reader #jaehee x reader #jumin x reader #saeran x reader #SO MANY TAGS

[wetfeline]

SCARS

bakugo katsuki x reader

warning; someone dying, fluff, angst, cussing

notes; I KNOW YOU GUYS SAW THE MHA CHAPTER 362 BRUH 😭 i cant believe it im in denial fr but yeah this fic is sorta inspired by it? lololol have fun reading :)

YOU DIDN'T mind scars, because you've always have been a careless and curious child. Small cuts and bruises on your arms and knees everytime you come home due to you wandering far just because you wanted to find that one little rare bug you've once read—your parents tried to stop you, but that only fueled your curiosity further.

You can't count how many times you've been bruised, nor remember how you got that small scar on your thumb but you can still vividly remember that one specific day. For some, it wouldn't be special, you didn't get a major scar or something and didn't bruise for the first time.

You guess you can that day a lucky day; not just because you didn't get any injuries, but because it was the day you met him after all.

"Who are you?"

A boyish kid-like voice suddenly spoke and instead of being frightened, you foolishly turned your head around, forgetting the "becareful of strangers" thing your mother has always told you. But you were sure it wasn't a kidnapper or something, why would there be one in the woods? A no trespass area at that.

Turning around, you saw a boy who was most likely your age and someone behind them too.

Maybe his friend, you thought.

You didn't reply and instead chose to observe them both- you don't really see children your age wander around in the woods like you would.

The blond one looked like he was angry, for what? Was he mean? You don't know, maybe it was his natural resting face. Your father told you to not judge people based on their looks.

But maybe this time he was wrong since the kid looked even more angry when he noticed you didn't respond. You were probably right about him being angry, and well, mean.

"Are you mute or what?"

"Kacchan.. I don't think you should go around and ask people that," the green haired one spoke. Oh, right he was also there, you kind of forgot about him to be honest.

Finally, you chose to respond, "No, I'm not."

He furrowed his brows, internally curious on why you were also here. You looked fragile and weak and you probably didn't have a quirk yet. Why were you here in a no trespass area?

"Hey, why are you here?"

"I could say the same to you," and that somehow ticked him off.

"Answer me properly!" He pursed his lips angrily, holding his hand up to show his quirk.

So he had a explosion based quirk. How powerful, you thought, but at the same time he looks like an angry pomeranian. You've seen those dogs sometimes, and the similarity almost made you giggle.

"Hey, how old are you?" You asked.

"7." He replies.

"I'm 8 I'm older than you."

"You are in our grade, though." The broccoli haired child peeks behind the blond's back, and you notice how his hair is also the same shade as his eyes and you also see his freckles. How adorable, you hum.

"I started school late."

"Ha! What kind of idiot does that?"

"Kacchan!"

Is his name, Kacchan? That's kind of.. cute. You couldn't imagine an angry kid like him with such a cute name so you were sure it was just a nickname. But still, it wouldn't hurt to tease him a little bit.

"Is your name Kacchan?"

"No! No way!" He replies defensively, looking to the side, and you can barely see a pink hue starting to form.

"Then what's your name?"

"Bakugo Katsuki!"

"Nice to meet you, Kacchan, I'm Y/N."

"OUCH," you whisper, and somehow your bestfriend hears it because he says he has super amazing hearing and you doubt it. You're sure it was just an excuse from him being attentive and caring for you. It's somehow endearing.

"Did you get injured again?"

"Aww, so you do care for me, Kat!"

"You're such an idiot," you hear him mutter softly and that surprises you. "Of course I do,"

It's been 8 years since you met Katsuki. You've been with him all those years. You grew close with him and even though you guys bicker and argue, your close bond would always remain. Your parents even knew about your close relationship. You guys were together to enroll for U.A- you guys entered the prestigious school together in the same classroom.

He was always there to treat your wounds whenever you injured yourself again. He was always there. And, you were too.

Bakugo Katsuki was no doubt your other piece. In any shape or form, you would always fit together. Through arguments and doubts, you guys would always come back together. Your bond is so strong, the universe would always bring them back together, no matter how long it is. You're certain.

"Katsuki," you trail off, shocked by the turn of events because he was never a person with words, never a person who would directly admit that they care for you. Until now, and he said that to you.

You hugged him tightly in your arms, your hands clasping behind his backs, and not even after a minute, your bestfriend hugged you even tighter and you let him. You paid no mind to it and continued to embrace him, softly brushing his hair with your fingers. He feels so close and you suddenly feel your cheeks warming up.

Why are you feeling this way? You don't know, but you could only hope he doesn't feel the way the beating of your heart sped up.

You also don't know why he's acting like this. Is he gonna die? You hope not. Though you don't complain, you can't complain when he feels so comfortable in your arms, when you could smell his natural scent, when your fingers were fiddling with his fluffy hair. You couldn't complain.

His eyes, the eyes you see even in your sleep, those very eyes that makes you flutter when you guys make eye contact. His sand colored hair, the ones you've grown to love. Every part of him, you can say with confidence that he is beautiful.

Little did you know, he was thinking the same to you.

You guys aren't sure what your official relationship are but even though you guys never said it to eachother— you both knew.

YOU didn't mind scars, but that didn't mean you wanted to get them.

Everything feels dizzy, you feel like your legs will give up on you every second now, you tune out the terror filled shouts as you can only focus on one thing.

Katsuki. Your one and only love.

The late night conversations about growing old together until you guys are all wrinkly and crippled, dying together. What happend to that? You thought it was a promise, and he never broke promises. Until this one. Why? You don't understand. Maybe this was all just a dream. A fucking nightmare. You wish to wake up.

This whole war was so, fucking, cruel. You guys were only children. Eighteen year olds fighting on the front lines. You could accept it, you accepted it, there was no other choice anyways. But why must fate do this to you?

Katsuki. Your one and only love.

You're staring at his injured body. You can't breathe at all, everything feels so suffocating. You can't feel anything but at the same time the ring he gave to you on your birthday was feeling oh, so, cold.

Why was it him and not me?

"Y/N.." his voice snaps you out of it and you immediately run to him, not caring about the other people calling other doctors.

You caress his head with such gentleness, forcing to stop your tears because you don't want him to see you in such expressions. It should be him crying and not you.

"Katsuki. Just hold on," the sheer desperation in your voice was enough for the man in your arms to tear up.

He musters enough strength and caresses your cheek with his left hand, staring at you so fondly like the world was ending. Actually it probably is ending. You can't imagine life without him. He was always there, and now suddenly he wouldn't be. Bullshit. This was all fucking bullshit.

Mixed in his eyes were fear, fear as he realizes he can't see another sunset with you. Realizing who will be there to take care of you now that you're gone? They don't know you like he does. His eyes finally let go of the tears he has been holding and he sobs weakly.

He is afraid of dying.

He is afraid of losing you.

You are afraid of him dying.

You are afraid of losing him.

You want to force yourself that there was still hope, hope that he can live and you guys can carry those stupid endearing dreams you wanted to do. You guys even had a bucket list.

But even though no words were said— you both knew.

I'm dying.

I know.

I love you.

"I love you too, Katsuki," you whisper softly, watching as his chest finally stops going up and down, watching as he takes his last breath, watching as he finally closes his eyes.

You finally allowed yourself to sob.

He may had treated your scars, but what he didn't know was the mental scar he gave to you that you had to carry 'till your very end.

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Broken Bloodlines Chapter 8

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Part 8!!!

we are now in the latter half of chapters!

this Story contains mentions of Vore, Dont like dont read. (also i drew a cover!)

CW; mentions of injuries, mentions of corpses, mentions of death.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44627188

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Before I had made it even a few steps though I heard my name being called.

Looking to whoever was demanding my attention I saw Nea sitting on an empty cart and holding the smaller Arduas arm in an inescapable grip.

At least I didn't have to go up the slope now.

I went over to both of them and the little guy immediately darted behind Nea as best as he could.

Considering Nea was holding his upper arm that didn't do much though.

His reaction was understandable though, 

seeing as I had headbutted him into a boulder.

How did he recognize me anyway? 

Probably the bracelet if I had to guess.

I climbed onto the cart and sat down across from Nea and the little guy.

Though I was pretty sure Nea shouldn't sit like that with her injured foot.

Man, people around me really liked getting shot in the foot.

Nea held out the second Bracelet to me with her free hand, 

being careful not to put any of her fingers through it before stashing it away again.

“Took ya long enough! 

Last I saw of ya was when ya rammed one of tha catapults over!”

She pulled the little guy out from behind her and he looked absolutely spooked at me.

“So what are ya gonna do with the tiny here? 

He hasn't said a word and refuses ta speak”

Silent treatment eh? Well fair all of this must be rather scary,  especially after being rammed by something three times his size.

Yeah I messed up back there, I should probably apologize for that.

I crouched down a little to try and seem less threatening.

“Heya, what's your name?”

Maybe asking basic and simple questions would get him to talk?

I really hoped he didn't have a concussion though.

He just shook his head and shrank back further.

Still scared then, maybe he'd open up a little after I apologized?

“Look, i'm sorry for ramming into you like that,  i thought you'd be bigger and heavier and i really miscalculated there, i didn't intend to knock you out”

He just blinked for a second but still looked like a scared deer.

Nea then just lifted him up and set him down in front of her, 

effectively trapping him in the cart with one of her knees one one side and her arm on the other.

He looked panicked for the second Nea held him up like he weighed nothing, and to be fair that would freak me out too.

But I did not for a second doubt she could actually lift me up.

“Stop fussin lil’ lad, Donovan here won't hurt ya! He's a wuss like that!”

I wasn't a wuss, Nea was just very stab happy.

“I'm not a wuss Nea, i just don't want to hurt people that's all,  not everyone is as stab happy as you are”

I rolled my eyes at her and she shrugged.

“Eh, whateva, now back to ya Lil Lad,  ya have a name or did that Usurper take it from ya?”

He pressed his lips together till they almost disappeared for a second or two before he said the first words I ever heard from him.

“I- im Rowley”

His voice was raspy like he hadn't had water in some time and I decided that after two more questions I'd get him some.

“Rowley is a nice name, haven't heard that one before,  So say how old are you?”

“I- uh i'm thirteen”

Thirteen? He looked like he was eleven at most! Well he was malnourished so that could be the cause.

Also thirteen was not an age anyone should go into battle,  a sentiment that was shared by Nea judging by her expression.

I was actually kinda glad Rowley couldn't see her face at the moment.

 “Thirteen? You shouldn't fight at that age! 

and why did Winton drag you to war anyway?”

He shrank back at the mention of Wintons name and my suspicions were confirmed.

That fuck did something to Rowley, and possibly not only him.

It took him a god two minutes to start talking but both me and Nea were patient, which was unusual of her.

“I- the king knew what that bracelet did and wanted a Giant soldier, but the ones that tried it on died so he had Orphans test it for him.

He just picked off street kids and forced them to put the Bracelet on.

Then when i put it on i turned into that four legged thing and he threw me into a tower”

Before I could say anything to that horrible revelation Nea had stood up despite her injured foot and pulled her way too big sword from behind her where it had leaned against the cart.

“Im gonna murder that fuck! Where did ya guys bring him? 

I ought ta cut both of his arms off!”

I catched Rowley who had fallen forward as Nea leapt up in her fury.

“Nea, Rikaad and Norrin are interrogating him right now,  you cant just barge in to wherever they are and start stabbing that fuck, even if he does deserve it”

She still looked angry but at least seemed to hear me out as she lowered the Giant sword again mumbling about not being allowed to fight and now not being allowed to kick ass.

“Hrmf, fine whatever,  i'll go get water so now it's yer turn to keep an eye on tha lil’ lad”

She got off the cart and picked up her crutch before she went limping away.

So now I was alone with Rowley.

Remembering what Nea had just said I held his upper arm like she did, though I was probably not as strong.

He glanced up at me with a confused and still scared look.

“That's one scary lady”

That was also one of my first thoughts upon properly meeting Nea,  well still was actually.

“Boy you don't even know half of it, she's a royal Guard for a reason”

At the mention that she was a Royal Guard he looked just Confused.

“I thought only men could be guards?”

“I asked her the same thing and she said she beat a Drake with an old helmet, not sure if a really believe that, Drakes are rare after all”

Rowley fiddled with the hem of his near threadbare shirt.

“I've seen you before, but you were bigger back then, they had locked you in the same tower they tossed me in after i changed to that thing”

He wasn't looking at me and still fiddled nervously with his shirt instead.

I remembered that day as well, and now I had confirmation that this was the same little guy from the rooftop back then.

“Yeah I remember, if rather negatively that place was awful.

But you were the guy on the rooftop right? You waved at me”

He nodded.

“I think that's why Winton wanted your Bracelet, but then he found one in the treasure chamber and used people to experiment with it.

I'm not sure why i didn't die like everyone else though”

Maringand had a Bracelet the entire time? 

Why? Well maybe a slayer got to it.

As for the Not dying I could answer him that.

“Well, I can tell you the not dying part if you want?”

He looked up and nodded.

“Ookay, so Oakley explained to me that that thing is tied to genetics, which I guess means one of your ancestors was also an Ardua?

The thing is magic and apparently just kills everyone that doesn't have those genetics.

That pretty much all i know, well aside from how to use it”

He looked pensive for a bit.

“Well, my mom was Elven so maybe-”

“Nope, not Elven or my half brother would be one too”

He fell silent.

“Eh don't worry, i thought the same thing, 

but after talking to Fable i just feel like an idiot”

Before Rowley could retort anything Nea shouted from over the place.

“Ya are an idiot!”

Considering how far away she was she must have only heard the last sentence and immediately took the opportunity to insult me.

I'd be offended if it wasn't just How Nea worked.

“I'm not the one that keeps ignoring what the medics said!”

I retorted and she threw a tightly closed waterskin at my face.

I hoped that it wouldn't bruise.

I handed the water to Rowley who struggled to open the container.

Nea hopped on and opened it for him in less than a second.

Rowley drank greedily and I tried to think of what to do now.

The little guy was still a child, one that had gone through something horrible so he probably shouldn't be alone for some time.

Also he was an Orphan as he had admitted so there was no one to take him in.

Seeing as he was a Bastard i doubted that there was anyone that wanted to, 

especially after today and him turning into a fuzzy four legged beast.

So, what now?

Nea was of little help there seeing as she was a warrior.

I'd just have to ask Rikaad or Norrin then, 

Rikaad was the king so he could probably assure his safety and Norrin had experience so he'd know what to do.

“So what to do now? I mean, this guy is no criminal, not even any sort of fighter at all so we can’t feasibly throw him in prison.

Maybe Rikaad will know what to do?”

Nea just shrugged while Rowley continued to drink an absurd amount of water.

So much water couldn't be good though.

“Slow down, you're gonna choke.

I think Rikaad is at the castle so I suggest we bring him there?”

Nea snatched the water skin from Rowley who flinched back in startlement.

“Ya sure, maybe he’ll let me stab that fuck! And you lil lad shouldn't drink so much water at once or yer gonna vomit!”

He looked unhappy at that but I did have to agree with Nea on this.

Besides I didn't want the guy to throw up,  He was already thinner than a stick.

“Alright then, let's go to the castle and see if we find them.”

Nea climbed down from the cart once again and I helped Rowley get down.

How he hadn't keeled over by now was a miracle considering he couldn't weigh more than a baby goat.

I debated shifting so he could hitch a ride but that was a bad idea for two reasons.

One; the way bigger Ardua from might scare him, especially after what had happened and two; I was covered in bandages and I had no idea if they would stay in place.

So I just ended up offering a normal piggyback ride to the kid while Nea shoved everyone out of the way with her crutches and sword.

I did wonder about the sword though, it was huge and if she was a guy I'd say she was compensating for something.

Also how the fuck could she hold it with only one hand? 

The thing was as big as her!

“Hey Nea, why do you have that oversized sword? And how the fuck can you hold it with only one arm? It looks heavy as fuck”

She looked at the sword for a moment.

“That's a Claymore, they are like that,  well mines specially made from casted iron instead of forged.

It's actually hollow on the inside, well it's still at least half an inch thick on either side but it's not as heavy as it could be.

I like it because it does a ton of damage if you know how to use it!

Also I have hidden snacks inside of it in the past but don't tell anyone!”

I let out an amused snort at the last addition,  I didn't expect her to do something like that.

Then again I also hadn't expected the sword to have a hollow part inside.

The hike uphill was largely uneventful considering nobody was on the slope.

At some point halfway up Rowley did fall asleep,  His adrenaline had run out no doubt.

Nea and I went to the main gate as the other ones were probably bolted shut right now, though something seemed amiss.

Eh it was probably nothing.

Walking into the throne room I realized I had no idea where the castle's prison even was.

Basement probably but I had no idea where that was either.

Luckily Nea did but I thought that we shouldn't bring Rowley underground, not after what happened to him at the tower.

Not that I knew much of that.

We left the sleeping boy in the care of an older wall Guard who Nea assured me was nice before she led me to a side corridor and opened a sturdy looking door that was largely painted like the wall.

No wonder I hadn't found it.

Seriously, why was the entire thing built like this?

The way down was dark and the stone was cold, 

which honestly made me a little uneasy.

“Aight, they ought ta be down there! There are high security cells deeper down too, but i don't think anyone wants ta free that jerk”

She used the metal railing to stabilize herself and went down the surprisingly roomy staircase.

Some torches were lit and we followed them till we heard voices.

Nea stopped then and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Oi, can ya like, not tell them I tried to get ta tha battle? 

They'll lock me in my room or summat”

I gave her a thumbs up and reassured her I wouldn't,  she did help me after all.

After that we went to where the voices came from and there was indeed Rikaad and Norrin as well as some other Guards I did not know.

“Rikaad! I need to talk to you!”

He turned to look directly at me.

“What about? I'm currently trying to get this tyrant to talk”

My eyes flitted to the other Guards,  I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to Rikaad while they were here, 

Not to mention that Winton was also right there in a cell.

Rikaad caught where my eyes went and sighed.

“Alright, I'll need some fresh air anyway,  and it's better Winton knows as little as possible.

Nea you can try to get the guy to talk, just don't Permanently maim him, and please remember that the other Guards are here too”

“On it boss! That swine will talk like a waterfall when I'm done with him!”

Nea cracked her knuckles and I really wished she didn't always sound so cheerful when she talked about being violent.

She patted me encouragingly on my non injured shoulder as she went past me which still made the area feel sore.

I was kinda glad now that we were leaving,  I really wasn't keen on seeing what Nea did.

Rikaad led the way back out in silence and as soon as we were back above ground turned to face me.

“What did you want to talk about? Also i'm glad you survived the river, what were you thinking jumping in like that anyway?”

Well the river thing was pretty self explanatory but there were more important things right now.

“Well I got the other Ardua, but as it turns out that's a thirteen year old child Winton locked in THAT tower for who knows how long,  also he put the bracelet on humans to see if it worked on any of them.

And now, well i felt sorry for the guy so i brought him with me, 

but i have no idea what to do, like what do we do with another Ardua?

Oakley is dead so he can't help- and and that's my fault, i should have-”

Rikaad put a hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down, you are talking yourself into a panic attack, and I can assure you Oakleys death is not your fault, he chose to go on the battlefield and could have ditched anytime he wanted, okay?”

I nodded slowly and tried to calm myself as he instructed me.

“Good, now as for the Boy you said he's only thirteen? 

By God Winton is the worst!

He can stay here for now till we get a better idea,  in the meantime we could go get Arthur and tell him we know which tower his cousin is locked in.”

“Oh thank you, it's just that I feel really sorry for the little guy,  I mean he's tiny!

Also I thought Arthur was with you? 

But i'm sure he’ll love to hear you know where his cousin is”

Rikaad nodded.

“He was, let's say displeased with Winton so i told him to go look for Robin instead”

Ah, good call, Arthur would have immediately maimed Winton.

“Yeah that was probably a good idea,  So wait, does that mean we are going to Maringand?”

“Very probable, though we’d need Arthur to guide us through the terrain”

True, we did not know tha area at all so having someone that did was practical.

Also we were going there to find Arthur's cousin sooo.

“You said he's with Robin? 

Last i saw him he went to the kitchen to protect the staff there”

“The kitchen? Alright let's see if both of them are there”

To get to the Kitchen we walked around the castle as neither of us wanted to deal with the stupid hallways right now.

And after the wide open battlefield being inside felt, well, strange.

We reached the kitchen door and window soon enough and Rikaad politely knocked.

Good idea, just barging in might scare someone.

Myril was the one to open the door with the biggest rolling pin in one hand and a mean looking firehook in the other.

“Oh, it's you! Thank God, everyone had been worried! 

Is the battle over? Did you win? Wait let me get you some soup”

She turned away in a hurry before anyone could say anything and we just walked in after her.

I looked around the room and sure enough there was a familiar mess of red hair right next to Arthur.

“Robin! There you are!”

He turned around and as he saw me leapt up and went to go hug me.

“Donovan! You're alright!”

While it was nice that he cared he was holding on rather tightly which my wounds did not agree with.

“Ow ow don't squeeze! A lot of people threw stuff at me today, I'm sore!”

He immediately let go.

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I won't do it again!”

I doubted that he wouldn't do it again,  his brain was all over the place on a good day.

“Eh, it's fine don't worry, but i'm definitely gonna feel that tomorrow”

Arthur also came up to us,  well more came up to Rikaad and i knew what he was gonna ask.

“So did he tell you where Amicia is? Please say he did”

Rikaad nodded and the relief was very visible on Arthur's face.

“He said she was on the south tower,  not sure which one exactly that is but it is something”

“Oh I know that one! She's probably locked in the top part of it! 

I need to go and see if she's alright!”

He turned to leave but was stopped by Rikaad who had grabbed his lower arm.

“I'm not sure if you should go alone,  Maringand might still have some Guards or who knows what else”

Arthur turned back looking disappointed.

“So what now? 

I'm not leaving the only family member i actually liked in that tower”

“I'm not saying you shouldn't go, im saying to at least take proper safety precautions, i'll come with you,  i have to declare the defeat of Winton to Maringand anyway”

Oh right, the people of Maringand had no idea that Winton was now locked in a dusty basement prison.

Rikaad was right in that, someone did have to inform them.

“So we are going to maringand? Who else is coming with us then?”

Rikaad shrugged and out of the corner of my eye I could see Robin sneaking some snacks while no one was looking, well aside from me.

“Id say whoever is fit enough,  some Guards and Soldiers, maybe a medic will join too”

Robin had finished stuffing leftover cookies into his pockets and turned to face Rikaad.

“Oh so we're gonna see Maringand? That's cool! Where is Oakley? Maybe he wants to come too! He does know a lot of stuff after all!”

There was dead silence after.

Of course Robin had no idea that the winged man was dead,  he hadn't been there.

Now more than ever I was glad he stayed behind and didn't have to witness that.

The Ginger seemed to notice that it had gotten uncomfortably silent around him.

“I- is there something wrong? What happened?”

I really didn't want to say it out loud, not again, that just had such a weird sense of finality.

Luckily I didn't have to, seeing as Rikaad stepped up to speak.

“Robin, Oakley is dead, he got hit by a burning net and didn't make it”

The rustheads face fell and I could make out the beginning of tears in his eyes.

“Wh- what? No that can't be, he's Oakley,  he can use magic and all that he can't be dead!”

Nobody gave a retort to that, even the kitchen staff had gone silent.

Then Rikaad sighed.

“Come on let's go outside, at least for a bit”

We left the kitchen and ended up in the shade of a large tree.

Robin looked like he was doing his best not to cry.

He just clung to the next best person,  in this case Arthur and refused to let go while he was shaking.

Well, at least he wasn't squeezing my wounds.

Nobody said anything for a good two minutes.

“I think we should get ready to go to Maringand,  Robin if you don't feel up to it you can stay here if you want”

Robin shook his head.

“Gimme a bit, i'll be fine, and i wanna see Maringand”

It still took some time for him to calm down but with mine and Arthur's combined efforts we managed it.

While we calmed the poor ginger down Rikaad was assembling whoever was fit and wanted to go to Maringand.

It was an hour or so later that he had everything set up and we were ready to go in an actual fancy carriage.

I had never sat in one before and I wondered if Arthur would be okay sitting in that thing.

He did have horrible Motion sickness after all.

Yep, judging by his face he was not thrilled at all.

But he seemed willing to bear it to go help his cousin.

It still didn't make the ride anymore pleasant with him hanging out the window and throwing up.

At least the cushions and the rest of the carriage was nice.

Robin spent most of the ride in silence and Rikaad was sitting outside of the carriage to give Orders to the riders who had come with.

He had also taken the crown Winton had been wearing as a sign that he was defeated.

The only good thing that had happened today was Arthur's look of joy when we told him that Nea was keeping an eye on Winton.

I also hoped that the little guy, Rowley, was alright.

He looked so scared when we brought him to the castle, scared and frail.

The carriage had to go back and forth for a bit to find a stable bridge over the river but after some time over uneven terrain and avoiding what I hoped was just stone and fallen wood we reached Maringand.

I knew though that it had not been stones and tree trunks.

The carriage stopped and I pulled Arthur inside again.

He looked rather green in the face though.

The door was opened and I saw that we were standing on some sort of Plaza.

Rikaad had already gone and began telling the population that Winton was defeated, holding the crown he took up in the air as he did so.

From the threehundered people that were here only about nine started to fuss about it, all some rich fucks by the looks of it.

The rest of the crowd seemed to be relieved that the tyrant was finally gone.

There had been some questions about who was in charge now since Winton killed the competition.

Rikaad simply answered that we were on the way to the castle to sort it out.

While he spoke Arthur made sure to not show his face in case anyone recognized him.

Since the rich fucks here had seemed to side with Winton that was probably a smart move.

We stopped two more times on the way to the Maringand castle until we finally reached it.

The castle itself was very different from the Kamerasc one. 

This one had a different shape and was built with a dark gray stone and reddish brown roof shingles and was located right into the mountainside.

But it was easy to make out the south tower seeing as south was where the ocean was.

Though somehow the place where it was built seemed oddly familiar, and not from the time I had spent trapped in that outpost tower.

Then I realized it, that was the place from the book! 

The place where the Maringand creature had gone to die!

That really made me wonder how historically accurate it was.

But that could come later, for now we needed to find Arthur's cousin.

Luckily he already knew where to go and led the way through the way less confusing halls of the Maringand castle.

Man, why couldn't the Kamerasca Castle have been built like this? 

This was way easier to navigate!

Arthur then led us to a door that opened to reveal a lot of stairs going upwards in a spiral.

I hoped the Tower wasn't too tall but was disappointed in that as it took a good ten minutes to get to the top.

At least the sight from the occasional window was pretty.

At the top was a blue painted door with silver ornaments and Arthur immediately went to open it in his anticipation of seeing his cousin he even forgot to knock.

He had barely made it two steps inside before what looked to be the leg of a chair collided with his abdomen and he went to the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

A figure appeared from the blind spot of the door and I could definitely say that this must be Arthur's cousin.

They had the same eye and hair colors and looked similar overall.

She was also wearing what appeared to be a hastily sewn pair of pants and clutching the chair leg.

“ARTHUR? Wait, what the hell? I was told you were dead!”

She went to hug the fallen man but did not apologize for hitting him.

“Yeah yeah, why'd you hit me? 

And where did you even get that chair leg?”

Arthur slowly got up and Amicia tossed the wooden furniture piece aside.

“What leg? Now please tell me how you are alive! 

Winton said you got eaten by some beast he refused to describe!”

I felt my ears heat up, right I kinda had brushed off that part.

And I was actually glad Winton didn't describe what I looked like or else this would have gotten extremely awkward.

Arthur finally got up and brushed some dust off of him before he was immediately swept into a hug again with Amicia holding and poking his face as if to make sure he was real.

“Amicia, I'm fine, I'm here to rescue you! Winton lost! 

Kamerasca won and he's rotting in a dark cell for now.

We also left him with one of the most terrifying guards so he wont have a good time”

Yep, Nea was probably making this hell right now.

Amicia looked past Arthur and seemed to see us for the first time.

“And who are these guys? They don't exactly look like soldiers”

That was true, I was still in my normal everyday clothing aside from a new shirt, Robin was wearing a sleeveless red tunic with an off white undershirt and Rikaad was wearing what I assumed to be some uniform.

Yeah we did not look like soldiers.

“Oh, those are my friends! After I uh, ‘left’ the castle I ended up in Kamerasca, they were nice enough to help me when I needed it!”

Amicia waved all of us inside her little chamber which was surprisingly well decorated and looked all of us directly in the face as we passed her.

Being stared at made me uncomfortable on a good day and today was not a good day.

I self consciously put my hands over my ears as she looked at them.

She seemed to get it and instead scrutinized Rikaad’s uniform.

“Are you a General or something?”

She looked rather distrusting of those in power which nobody could blame her for, but she also looked like a weird mirror of when Arthur was distrusting of me.

Yep, definitely related.

Rikaad didn't seem bothered by the hostility though,  Instead he bowed and introduced himself.

“My Name is Rikaad Drayton, and I'm the King of Kamerasca.

Pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Amicia”

I found him to be overly formal now but considering that Arthur planned to give Amicia the right to rule it was probably just some dumb formality.

Amicia blinked for a second before turning back to Arthur.

“What the Hell? You're friends with the King? 

Wait, I thought the King was some old guy?”

I started to wonder how much she knew of what had been going on, considering she was trapped in a tower for who knows how long probably not much.

Arthur just shrugged.

“I mean yeah? Didn't know he was the Heir when i met him though, besides the only reason we became friends is because Robin started hanging out with both of us”

He turned around to try and introduce Robin but the ginger had climbed into the bay window that faced towards the sea and looked out to the land below.

Yep, Brain all over the place once again,  i'd better get him in case the glass wasn't stable.

“Robin? What are you doing? C’mere and say hello”

I lifted him up from where he was like one would hold a cat they just caught and carried him over to where we were before setting him on the ground again.

He pouted up at me but I ignored it,  he could at least say hello to Arthur's cousin after all.

He then turned to face Amicia who was the only person in the room that had the same height as him.

“Hi! Im Robin”

Amicia just stared at the cheerful little rusthead for a few seconds before she answered him

“Nice to meet you? It's nice Arthur finally found some friends!”

Then her eyes flitted to me once again.

“And you are? As far as I recall Fae are banished from Kamerasca, where are you from?”

Oh, was she under the impression I was a full blooded elf?

Well that wasn't correct.

“Im Donovan, and well, i'm only half Fae,  Besides with Rikaad in charge the Fae Ban doesn't exist anymore”

She looked briefly to Rikaad, now with just a tiny bit less hostility.

“Well that's nice of him, since i'm freed now or whatever why don't we get some tea? Or some other beverage you want”

I could tell she wanted to get out of this room already,  not that she could be blamed for that.

She spent possible months here without being able to go wherever she wanted.

But that also meant going down all those stairs again.

Damnit.

But we did end up a little while later in a smallish room adjacent to the kitchen that had a table and six chairs.

Tea and some sort of tiny little cakes were served that smelled of Lemon.

The meager staff here then left as fast as they could and closed the door behind them.

I doubted any of them would lock it but even if there was a window and we were only on the second floor.

Amicia then addressed us again.

“So you guys won? With how Winton bragged about a secret superweapon that would make you turn tail and flee,  I'm surprised you were this fast, what was the weapon anyway?”

Secret weapon? Oh, she must be talking about Rowley.

Rikkad leaned forward a little before speaking.

“Secret weapon? Well there was a magic based being do you mean that? Also what do you mean by ‘this fast’?”

I was glad Rikaad didn't mention the Ardua or Rowley, 

who knew what kind of problems that could cause.

But yeah what did she mean by this fast?

“Oh well Winton was really just setting himself up for failure,  Almost everyone hated him! 

Of course his Soldiers would half ass the fights and turn as soon as they got the chance!

I mean come on, he was THE most disliked person in the Kingdom!

I'm not surprised he lost, nobody is, I just find it funny he lost so fast!”

The most disliked person in the Kingdom sounded accurate enough, If the only people that like you are some greedy rich fucks you are doing something severely wrong.

“Thats, well you are right it is not surprising, he’s currently being questioned by, how do you put it? Most skilled Guard”

Rikaad assured her and I had to hold back a laugh,  most skilled Guard, that was one way to put it.

Well she was skilled, a lot so but she was also somewhat unhinged and I would not be surprised if there were broken fingers when we came back.

“Most skilled? I hope so,  Winton deserves every bad thing he's got coming!”

As much as I was against violence I did have to agree with her.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Robin eyeing the tiny cake I had gotten with the strawberry tea and I shoved it in his direction.

He happily went to munch on it.

If I was honest this entire thing was weirdly uncomfortable,  at least for me.

Arthur was happy that his favorite cousin was alright and Rikaad seemed to be at least somewhat okay.

Robin of course had no concept of awkwardness and just munched his small cake which was previously mine.

I just slowly sipped my tea to try and avoid talking.

Amicia then decoded to make it awkward for everyone as she addressed Arthur again.

“So you still like boys or was I wrong about that?”

Arthur spit out the Tea he'd been offered and started coughing.

Liked boys? Amicia was really just outing the poor guy in front of us? 

That was really fucking rude.

Being rude must lay in the family, at least this branch of it.

Arthur slammed the cup angrily and flustered back on the table.

“I told you before that I like both! Men, women who cares! 

Now shut the fuck up thats not even any of your business!”

He was redder than he'd ever been before and looked like he wanted to disappear into the chair he sat on.

Well what Amicia just did was rather uncalled for.

It took me a few seconds to register that another reason why Arthur was so upset about it was that a LOT of humans didn't take kindly to men liking men or women liking women.

So having that information out in the open could be really dangerous to someone, especially if the church heard about it.

I didn't care about all that though. 

If Arthur liked both so be it,  it really wasn't any of my concern what he did with his life.

Though now I was convinced that Amicia liked chaos,  at least judging by the look on her face.

It was not the most surprising thing though.

Considering the circumstances of everything she either had to be a Noble lady with barely any freedom or was locked in a tower for possibly months on end.

Saying stuff out loud and seeing people's reaction to it was probably her only source of entertainment for years.

To be honest in the past i would have found it funny to see Noble fuckers react vividly to stuff they deemed improper.

Still, that had been really inconsiderate of her.

“Arthur, you told me before you left that by a specific date you'd tell people, did you not check the calendar? That date was four weeks ago”

Wait, so she just assumed we already knew? Well this had gotten even more awkward now, but at least she didn't do it out of Malice.

Arthur however still looked extremely embarrassed.

“I fucking forgot, there was too much going on at the time,  you could at least make sure in advance before you just say it outloud”

Amicia now looked actually regretful but still tried to cheer him up.

“Oh come on it's not that bad, I mean, Robin, right? what do you like?”

Robin looked up from where he tried to sneak Rikaads tiny cake.

“Cake!”

Rikaad shoved his cake as well to Robin who immediately bit into it.

“Yeah okay that question was badly worded, What about you Donovan?”

Me? I didn't actually know,  I had been preoccupied by surviving instead of figuring that out.

Also I really did not care.

“Dunno, was more busy with not getting murdered,  also i kinda don't care”

Why were we even talking about this now? 

That was not what we were here for.

Luckily Rikaad interjected before she could ask him as well.

“As nice as talking about mundane things is that is not what we are here for”

Amicia looked confused at him.

“What else are you here for besides freeing me? 

Oh wait, with Winton in jail Maringand has no king!

You're here to give Arthur his title back!”

Close enough, probably,  but Arthur did not want the title nor rule this place.

Amicia was nice enough if a bit tactless,  but she was the only other living relative that could lay claim to the title.

Which Arthur just told her bluntly.

“No, i'm not gonna be King, i don't want to lead people that did not give a fuck about me when i need help,  you can have this entire shitshow but im leaving”

Amicia just stared at Arthur.

“...are you sure? I know most people still think you are dead but if you show them that you are not maybe they'd change?”

Arthur just shook his head and I felt like we should have left these two alone to sort it out.

“Yeah, I'm sure, this place has been hell to me and I'm not staying here!”

“So, I'm the one in charge now? Some people wont take kindly to that”

“Eh just don't tell anyone that i'm still alive and they cant really complain”

“Okay, but only if you come visit at least once a month! 

And write me letters!”

“Sure! Now have fun sorting out all the logistic stuff!”

While they talked Rikaad motioned for us to sneak out, which we did.

Robin did snag Arthur's small cake as well before we left though.

We quietly closed the door behind us.

“Amicia is very similar to Arthur”

Robin mumbled into his cake.

“Yeah, they are for sure related, should we go back? 

To Kamerasca i mean,  Arthur can just come back later after he's done with whatever this is”

Rikaad nodded.

“He's probably going to take a while,  i’ll inform him, you can go ahead to the carriage”

He knocked on the door we had just left and I steered Robin outside again while he was munching on what I assumed to be his fourth cake.

“You really like that Cake huh”

He nodded.

“Mhm, it's good”

I could see that, he had crumbs all over his vest and his fingers were sticky with what was probably jam.

“Sure, now let's go to the carriage, i don't like being out in the open here”

He nodded and followed me while trying to flick the jam off his fingers.

“Maybe you should get a hat? 

If you don't like people looking at your ears”

Of course that was the thing he picked up on.

“I don't like hats, besides that could fall off or someone could yank it from my head, also i just don't have a face for hats”

I generally didn't like them, it alway felt like something was about to fall on my head.

“Mhhm then not, do you have a cloth for my hands? 

I don't wanna make the pretty carriage dirty”

I fished out the new handkerchief I got some time ago and handed it to him.

“Here ya go,  now let's get a move on or Rikaad will end up there before us”

He laughed and quickened his pace while he cleaned his fingers.

“He does have longer legs than us, well at least right now”

That drew a laugh out of me,  yeah i could just shift and then he wouldn't even reach to my knee.

But shifting here probably was not a good idea.

“True, but i'm not gonna shift here, i'm not keen on causing a panic”

I was not keen on getting shot at again.

“You would be faster than the carriage though!”

“I'm also covered in bandages and i have no idea what would happen to them”

While it was true that my clothing shifted with me I didn't know how that would be with wounds covered in bandages,  Would the bandages fall off? 

Would they also disappear like my shirt did and reappear? 

Yeah not testing that.

We reached the carriage pretty quickly and hopped in before any of the Marignand people could get a closer look at my ears, Man id be glad as soon as all of this was over.

Just then the door of the carriage opened again and Arthur and Rikaad came in.

And Amicia.

What?

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NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

#SSTC #sstc #lizards writing #vore story #g/t story #giant/tiny #g/t vore #extreme cuddling #v0re #soft vore #Barmea #Kamerasca #Maringand #elf #mentions of death #mentions of injury #Ardua #sfw vore #mentions of war

[laxmiree]

MLQC Season 2 Chapter 20 - Lucien’s part Translation (Part 2)

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation!

IMPORTANT!!!  to fully understand the story, prior knowledge of previous S2 chapters are needed. Before, I made a short summary that explain those chapters. I hope this can help :D

ALSO, this chapter is tied with Sampling Error R&S so you might want to check that out before/after reading this chapter.

Previous part-> [Here]

[Chapter 20-17]

Under the researcher's guidance, I numbly changed into my own clothes.

Researcher: After Professor Lucien gives permission, you can leave.

MC: You are so funny. For those who don't know, they'd think I'm here for a medical check-up instead of being forcibly brought in by you guys to be a guinea pig.

The researcher ignored my cynicism and kept his gaze clear.

Probably he believes in things that I will never be able to understand.

After the researcher left, I sat quietly on my bed and stared at the white walls.

My chest shows almost no signs of having been injured.

This pain, which should only last for a moment, still continues to cause me a twinge of pain.

I knew it was not the wound itself, but because of something else.

The pain is repressed and withheld, as if the body is wrapped in enormous root, unmoving and kissing every inch of my skin, and then fiercely strangled.

Even with my eyes closed, I could still see the hand that raised the gun, and the fingertips that touched it gently.

Resolute and cold.

What was Lucien's expression at that moment?

I thought about it belatedly, but couldn't recall his face at that moment.

I always asked myself why I bothered to find excuses for Lucien.

He has his own reasons, he has something to do, he has no choice but to suffer, and he may be walking an impossible path.

However, the wounds that have healed but continue to bleed out are reminding me again and again-

For me, the most devastating thing is that he has never been honest with me.

The good guys in the story, sometimes always have to put on a helpless disguise; and the bad guy always have to pretend to be sincere.

The world is never black or white, and Lucien walks on a lighter shade of gray. But he never once delivers his heart.

Lucien probably working hard towards something.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with me anymore.

Although I don't know what force field they are talking about, I have been confirmed not to be a carrier of CORE.

But NW has always acted forcefully and unpredictably, and whatever they say is no longer worth believing.

I can't just wait any longer, passively waiting for an outcome.

Waiting may not exist at all, as explained from Lucien.

I don't know how much time has passed again, the door was pushed open and Lucien's indifferent figure appeared in my side of vision.

I didn't move my head or even turned it to look at him.

MC: Professor Lucien.

I heard my own voice as calm as water.

MC: The experiment is over, may I go, please?

He slowly approached me and leaned down to forcefully break into my line of sight.

Lucien: Do you have any physical discomfort?

MC: No.

I looked calmly at the pure white wall and felt Lucien's eyes resting on mine.

An endless and oppressive silence fills the air, like the ashes of something rotting away.

Lucien: You can ask me one question.

I blinked slowly and shifted my eyes to Lucien's indifferent face, his eyes seemed to be flooded with some emotion I couldn't understand.

Lucien: Whatever it is, I can answer it.

MC: Lucien.

I called out his name softly.

MC: Have you ever thought about telling me something yourself before I ask you?

Lucien's pupils unconsciously contracted for a moment.

All the "suspicion" and "distrust" will slowly melt out a chasm, and it will become deeper and wider.

To disappoint the good intentions of those who have not yet arrived.

MC: Lucien, in fact, I am very afraid.

MC: I'm afraid that I will have to judge every image I see of you in the future, every change in your behaviour, every change in your expression.

MC: To judge whether it is true, or not. Whether he is well-intentioned, or malicious. I was afraid that I would become like this.

MC: So, I wanted to stop everything right there.

MC: After all, we'll be enemies the next time we meet.

MC: Don't you think so? Professor Lucien?

I looked at the pen that was pinned to his chest, the "X" engraved on it was still clearly visible.

In a trance, my voice seemed to overlap with a very distant past.

This is probably a fate.

We always have to turn our backs to face all the lies and betrayals head on.

Only this time, I'm not the same fool who only cried and suffered in the past.

I've been brave.

Lucien laughed softly, somewhat ironically, and seemed to hide some regret.

Lucien: Is that the question you want to ask me?

MC: No. It's the answer.

I stood up and lightly traced the person in front of me with my sight.

I gestured my right hand in the handgun position and slowly placed my fingertips against his left chest.

MC: We are enemies, for then I will defeat you.

The narrow eyes narrowed slightly and his gaze became even deeper.

Lucien: How are you going to defeat me?

MC: At least… I’ll get out of here first.

In an instant, the sharp point had been placed against Lucien's neck.

I clutched the other end of the pen as my fingertips kept shaking.

Lucien: You could just have left.

MC: But I don't trust you.

Lucien's gaze was calm, but I seemed to hear the sound of something quietly collapsing.

Lucien: This is NW's institute, and it's guarded outside. I am just a newly appointed head and may not be that important to them. Are you sure you can leave without any problems?

MC: You're right. So please spread the barrier.

The transparent barrier was wrapped around us with a pale light, like a soft but firm barrier.

Lucien's fingertips gently pressed against the backs of my fingers that were clutching the pen, causing me to subconsciously tighten my slightly numb hand.

Lucien: A hand that’s holding hostage should be steady.

Researchers in white uniforms stood on either side of the corridor, watching as I walked down the corridors of the NW Institute, holding Lucien against me.

There are so many researchers here.

They are probably smart and impressive, and they are probably what their parents would call brilliant and proud.

They probably don't care about anything but the pursuit of an answer.

Lucien: Do you think they're wrong?

In the silence of the corridor Lucien looked at the side of his face while walking, as though he could read my expression at the moment.

My eyes swept over the faces of the researchers and finally fell back to Lucien's profile.

MC: I’m not a great person and in no position to judge you.

We walked through the hallway, leaving all those white figures behind us.

MC: I just think that the truth of the world will never be opened to you.

Lucien: That's a pretty brutal conclusion.

MC: I’m not going to expose you after I leave is already the greatest tolerance

At Lucien's slightly snarky words, we finally arrived in front of a black SUV in the parking lot.

MC: Car key.

He seemed to hesitate, but finally took the car key out of his pocket and placed it on my palm.

I picked it up and gave Lucien a firm push, opened the door sharply and got into the car.

Lucien: Don't get caught so easily next time.

Lucien's voice was nearly muffled by the sandy fog swirling up from the rapidly spinning tires.

I stepped on the gas and brushed past the standing figure.

The pen was still held tightly in my hand, so hard that I had to exert effort to even open my fingers.

I carefully took out my handkerchief and wrapped the pen up, like the last piece of luck I could keep.

My eyes unconsciously glanced at the rear-view mirror.

The white figure stood there; I was unable to see his expression clearly.

The gloomy sky hangs behind him, as if he is also caged in the shadows.

I finally leaving this place.

And leaving his side.

[Chapter 20-18]

Following the navigation in the car, I went as fast as I could to the highway.

As other passing cars slowly appeared in my field of vision, I had the real feeling of a successful escape.

I drove on the right side of the highway and slowed down the speed.

For a while I didn't know where I should go.

The days and nights at the institute were like a sudden nightmare, he ripped open a bloody wound and completely disturbed the pace of my life.

My mind was blank at this point, and my vision finally started to get blurry.

I rubbed my eyes hard with the back of my hand, my vision going from hazy to clear and back too hazy again and again.

Those bravado of toughness and camouflage finally dike the defense, and began to crumble and disintegrate.

I didn't want to acknowledge the tears, but they kept flowing.

Like the body's instinct, screaming its pain.

I slowly parked the car on the parking zone.

The renewed trajectory of the world meant that I was carrying more secrets from the beginning and had more complex puzzles to solve.

There are a lot of things and I have to go and get them back by myself.

Even so, I never wanted to give up.

But right now, I'm really exhausted.

I rested my head against the steering wheel and the cool, grassy scent enveloped me.

The sound of raindrops pattering on the glass and roof of the car came to my ears, instantly growing sharp and violent.

Autumn rainstorms always come very suddenly, yet they are so appropriate at this time of year.

I slowly lifted my head and leaned it against the back of my chair, tilting my chin slightly and looking at the storm with an empty heart.

Glancing at the rear-view mirror, I saw something vaguely leaning against the rear corner of the car.

My heart twitched subconsciously.

As if compelled, I opened the car door, ran to the trunk and pressed the open button.

My face was constantly wet with raindrops and my heart was beating fast.

The trunk slowly opened and a brand-new kite lay quietly there, the plastic protective cover outside hadn't even been unsealed.

I picked it up bluntly.

This kite is so heavy that I can barely breathe.

This is probably the most wordless thing that Lucien has to say.

(T/N: …that he’ll never forget their promise no matter what :””””)

MC: Lucien, it would be great if you truly forgot our promise.

I put that kite back in place as if it had never been found.

I stepped back into the driver's seat as the rain poured down, obscuring the road ahead into a chaotic and hazy mess.

And this time, how long will it take me and how far will I have to travel to reach Lucien?

The map shows that the fork in front of me turns right into the tunnel. I don't know where this tunnel leads, but I still turns to the right at the fork.

I should be far away by now.

With this in mind, a light suddenly lit up at the end of the tunnel.

A car came from the front and gave me a few beams of distant light.

MC: …?

I tried hard to see the person in the driver's seat, but I couldn't because of the dim light and could only see an outline.​

The car accelerated to my left, and the window of the car slowly fell when it passed by. When I saw the person coming, my eyebrows twitched.

MC: Lucien?! How could you...?

The whole world seems to stand still at this moment.

I tried to widen my swollen eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of sadness in his eyes.

But that was probably my delusion.

The sneer and provocative smile crept onto his face, the dark tide surging in it, like examining the prey that came to his door.

The wind lifted Lucien’s broken hair strand, at this time he changed into a light brown jacket.

I blinked, and the thoughts that had just calmed down became chaotic once again.

Why is he here?

Did he pass by here? Or... purposely chasing after me?

Is there another problem with the research and I have to be taken back?

Or did he come to explain something to me?

I shook my head hard to put these ridiculous thoughts behind me and pressed down hard on the gas pedal.

The only sound left in the empty tunnel was the sound of tires scraping against the ground.

The next second, his figure brushed past me.

I don't want to think about what's behind Lucien's actions, but in the end, I always find an excuse to convince myself.

My eyes moved to the rear-view mirror and was surprised to find him dropping a turn directly in the tunnel and chasing after me.

The sound of accelerating tires kept approaching, and before I knew it Lucien's car was rushing through the tunnel alongside me-

Immediately after that, he passed me instantly and drove in front of me, dropping his speed.

I was so distracted by him that I simply stopped.

I got out of the car angrily.

He was still sitting in his seat; I don't know what he was thinking.

MC: Lucien, you're insane!

He looked at me through the car window, then slowly opened the door and stepped out.

MC: What do you want? Take me back?

MC: Or… are you going to say something to me?

My heart spilled out that small emotion through my mouth earlier than my brain did.

Lucien: Miss Nox.

He spoke, his tone steady.

Lucien: You seem to have forgotten to return one thing to me.

Lucien slowly reached out his hand and spread his palm.

His eyes skimmed deliberately over his own left chest pocket, with a pen cap pinned to it.

I froze and clenched my hands bitterly.

Lucien: If you hold it that way, the pen will break.

Lucien: It is a symbol of luck, and I don't… want to lose that luck just yet.

His words were faint, and the always-flashing warning lights hit him in the face one after another.

I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at Lucien in front of me.

He can make me proud of who I am, or he can make me fall apart.

Only Lucien could do such a thing, right?

I took the pen, which had been carefully wrapped in a handkerchief, and gently placed it in his hand.

He wasn't annoyed, just took the pen, took out a card and my cell phone from his pocket, and handed them to me.

The card is all gold, the one I picked up at the Wish Club.

Lucien: We're even.

I took the card, looked at it, and calmly tucked it back into my pocket.

Lucien: NW now temporarily lifted its observation of you, but it does not mean that they will never be suspicious of you.

I tried to pull out a smile and forced myself to swallow the sourness in my throat.

MC: Thank you for your advice, Professor Lucien.

He smiled, put the pen securely on its cap, and pinned it back to his pocket.

Lucien: I hope you can be so lucky next time too.

With that, Lucien turned to leave.

MC: Wait a minute.

I called out to him as I once again took the car key he gave me out of my pocket.

MC: Since we are already out of the NW control area, there is no reason for me to continue driving your car. Let's just part here, Professor Lucien. Now we're really even.

Without waiting for a response from him, I passed him and stubbornly made my way to the front of the tunnel.

There was a delay in the voice of the vehicle starting behind me, and I gritted my teeth.

There was no turning back.

[Chapter 20-19]

My phone was fully charged.

I didn't want to think about the reason behind this, called a car on the side of the road and went back home.

The rain has been pouring down until now, and I'm soaked to the bone, with my sticky clothes clinging wetly to my body.

MC: It really sucks…

I sighed and entered the house in a muddle.

There is a feeling of being a world away.

I numbly took a hot shower, didn't blow my hair, and collapsed straight into bed.

I fell instantly into a drowsiness.

I don't know how long I slept, only that I felt groggy all the time and that I would fall into a deep sleep again when I turned over.

Finally, I was woken up by hunger.

My stomach was grumbling and my head was throbbing with pain.

I struggled to get up, dragging my tired body, and poured myself a cup of hot water.

There were sudden footsteps outside the door, and my hand hovered in mid-air.

That footstep was a little slow, and it seemed to linger for a moment before passing my door.

I subconsciously held my breath.

The footsteps sounded again, and it passed next door without stopping, and slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Irritable and angry emotions inexplicably rushed to my mind; I suddenly do not want to stay here for a minute.

I don't want to be influenced by him all the time.

The memory goes back to a long time ago, our separation was also in a rainy night.

At that time, after he moved out of the place, I packed all his things together overnight and returned them all to him.

I don't know if it was out of anger, but I quickly packed a suitcase and a few bags.

Since I didn't want to trouble Anna and the others, I quickly contacted an agent and asked him to help me find a simple apartment near the company that I could move in at any time.

Caixia Residence.

I looked at the unfamiliar neighbourhood’s name and decided it didn't matter.

After doing this series of actions, I carried my luggage and left my house.

The corridor was quiet and there was not a single movement coming from next door.

Where did he go?

As soon as this thought popped up, I pinched myself hard.

Don't think about it.

I took a deep breath and carried my suitcase down the stairs.

I arrived at the garage, when I got into the car, When I inadvertently saw a very familiar car parked next to my parking space, I felt angry.

Lucien's car had actually driven back and parked next to my car as usual?

I can' t even begin to describe how I feel right now.

Finally, I was so angry that I gave a direct laugh, after putting the luggage first into the trunk of the car, took out a long nail from the toolbox, and flung the hammer in my hand-

-and stood in front of Lucien's car.

I looked around the area, at the CCTV that was pointed straight at me, and hesitated.

But only for a moment.

I lifted the hammer and poked the long nail into Lucien's tire, one at a time.

I stabbed Lucien's four tires all over with hatred, and finally patted the dust on my hands and drove away.

After the girl's car disappeared around the corner of the parking lot, a figure slowly stepped out of the shadows around the corner.

Lucien walked up to the car and looked at the four tires that were completely punctured, and smiled.

His hand stroked the roof of the car, and his tone was not the least bit resentful.

Lucien: Thank you for taking the pain for me.

At this moment, the phone rang, Lucien swept a glance at the screen, the softness in his eyes instantly coated with a layer of ice.

Lucien: It's me.

Lucien: That door hasn't opened since the last time was open for a split second. We still need more tests.

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Next Lucien’s Chapter-> S2 Chapter 24

#that car puncture scene shouldn't be funny but dnndfjndf #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc translation #mlqc spoiler #going to translate ch 24 soon too bc i can't take it if they're in this break up mode #it'll be reconciliation chap i promisee

[general-kalani]

Negl though if Ethan DOES succeed in his plan it's probably going to make Joseph finally, truly fucking snap.

Most likely the first time he's going to lay hands on one of his own family kinda shit (if we exclude Eve and her death). Probably even SERIOUSLY harm Ethan to the point he can't walk properly.

It's just because what he's seen Ethan do with bringing back the Deputy from 'death' as defiance from God and betrayal among other things.

Maybe his love for Ethan will win out and he won't hurt Ethan like how he didn't hurt Ethan for what happened at the end of New Dawn but man, the chances are so high for him to get abused, lightly injured, seriously injured or near-death because of this incident.

That's why I said "probably" because it all also depends on how my Joseph reacts in that moment as now, Ethan's basically his only family left since the Judge is no more and is the Deputy once more.

I'm just saying, seriously fucked up shit can happen-

#{ out of the empire } ~ ooc #the general speaks #musings/headcanons; we have heard the summons! #muse: ethan seed #muse: joseph seed #tw: abuse #tw: child death #drops this here casually LMFAO

[blue-mint-winter]

House of the Dragon ep 8 - Viserys’ Last Supper

To begin with, no dragons in this ep :( -1.

The issue of Driftmark’s inheritance comes up again because Corlys was injured in war. His brother Vaemond is eager to take over even though Lucerys is the appointed heir.

We already know Rhaenys’ opinion from the last episode, but officially she’s loyal to Corlys and his wishes. However, I’m pretty sure her own wish is actually for Baela to inherit since she’s raising her. The problem is that, unfortunately, Velaryons are practicing male inheritance like the rest of the realm.

Velaryons and Rhaenyra come to the capital to settle the dispute. Hightowers are ruling in Viserys’ name because he’s bedridden. They also made some changes in decor at the castle and Rhaenyra doesn’t approve.

It’s very shitty that Rhaenys still doesn’t know about Laenor being alive and thinks that Rhaenyra or Daemon had him killed.

Rhaenyra makes the proposition about betrothing Jacearys to Baela, making her a future Queen, and Lucerys to Rhaena so they would rule Driftmark. Easy solution. Rhaenys isn’t impressed with the offer but in the end she takes it because it benefits her granddaughters the most. It looks like she puts their future over her own hurt feelings.

The star of this episode was Viserys. The show was quite ballsy to show the extent of his illness, his ravaged body. He’s a suffering wreck and it’s just incredibly sad to see him like that.

When Rhaenyra talked to him and asked him to do something about her sons’ rights, I thought she was being unreasonable. What was she expecting this barely coherent, seriously ill man to do? This is her battle. However, having Hightowers as judges was as good as losing, obviously they’ll be in favour of disinheriting Luke from Driftmark so they could soon do the same to Jace and Rhaenyra’s own claim to the throne. So she probably had a point as only Viserys himself could overrule them.

So when Viserys rocked up all dressed up and on his own feet, fashionably late to the throne room - that was a shocking moment for everyone. Otto’s face? Priceless.

Even half-dead, Viserys will fight for Rhaenyra’s rights. And that’s father’s love.

Daemon helping Viserys ascend to the throne and putting the crown back on his head was a nice moment. Isn’t that symbolic of how it went when Viserys‘ took the throne for the first time?

Vaemond realized the tide turned completely against him and used some strong words. Viserys and Daemon synchronized, resulting in Vaemond’s swift death.

Alicent and Rhaenyra are more civil to each other after the years. Almost as if they missed each other. Alicent even goes back to “supporting” Rhaenyra’s claim. I wonder if she was just playing nice in front of Viserys or she really thinks it’s better not to let Aegon rule. With age Aegon became much worse than before, being a drunk and committing rape of a servant girl off screen. Alicent has to clean up his mess and keep it quiet. She basically has to scare the girl so badly that she won’t ever talk about what happened to her. Just how much shame and guilt Alicent feels for raising her son into this kind of man?

The whole family playing nice in front of Viserys during the supper, pretending to get along for him. One last effort for a dying man. Too bad they couldn’t fulfill his wish to truly make peace with each other. However, in the end it was a result of Viserys’ bad decisions that a rift happened and his inability to effectively mediate and manage them.

Servants putting a roast pig in front of Aemond and Luke laughing at it - an excellent moment. Aemond is carrying a grudge (not even for his eye! for the stupid jokes!) and takes opportunity to provoke Jace and Luke. On the other hand Aegon was nasty to Jace just because he could. Ugh.

Despite Aemond winning against Crispin armed with a morningstar he didn’t risk fighting against Daemon.

One thing I’m curious about is that Rhaenyra’s sons with Daemon were shown, but not Alicent’s fourth kid?

OMG that ending with Viserys telling Alicent about prophecy because he mistook her for Rhaenyra. It must look to Alicent as if on his deathbed he made a wish for Aegon to unite the realm when he meant Rhaenyra. He just caused a major misunderstanding that would cause the succession war! Dammit Viserys!

And thus, the show seems to point that probably most of Targaryen crazy decision-making is because of some prophecy. Probably always the same one.

#house of the dragon #hotd #my thoughts

[blooming-violets]

What do you think Peter is like as a sexual partner?

This is hard because I have different versions of smutty Peter in my head.

I think if I was sticking fully within canon (and not whatever my mind wants him to be) of what we see in the two movies, I would say he’d be a rather selfless lover in that he’d gain more pleasure from the lady’s enjoyment than he would of his own. Meaning he’d focus on your orgasms. I don’t think he’d willingly let you get away if you haven’t cum yet but he already has. He’d be there all day if he had to be and enjoy every second of it.

He likes to take control. You can tell that by the way he grabs Gwen in all of their kissing/tension building scenes. She waking away from him on the roof and he webs her back into his arms, whispers at her to shut up, and then man handles her head while they kiss to keep her there/keeps kissing over her every time she tries to talk about him being Spider-Man.

In her room after he’s injured, he’s leaning against the wall and fully gripping onto her clothes around her waist. Sure you can say it’s because he’s trying to stay standing but, let’s be realistic, he’s just trying to grab a fistful of her. He likes to have his hand on her when he can. Then while she’s tending to his wounds, he’s the one making all the advances and pushing himself (though gently) onto her. He makes it very clear what he wants through his actions and expressions. There’s no doubting his intentions when he’s around you. She’s the one who pulls away and says no. He respects that because he’s Peter and he’s a gentlemen. A horny gentlemen but a gentlemen none the less.

The closet scene in the second movie is him, once again, making the first move and kissing her. When he finally pulls back and she says “You kissed me?” His is response is basically “yeah how did you like it?” Cocky little shit. He’s got an arrogant air to him sometimes. Not in a bad way though. More like a new found confidence that he gets from his powers and being Spider-Man. In the first movie you see him really shy and nervous around her before he gets bit. He uses humor to cover up his nerves and is a big smiling goofball when they talk in the lab right before he goes into the spider room. Then he’s bitten and he loses a little bit of that awkward outcast kid. Then the confidence kicks in and he’s rather straightforward in letting her know what he wants (until he gets sad and depressed and closed off).

He also “stalks” her while their broken up aka spying on her from rooftops as Spidey. THAT right there is where I don’t find it that far of a stretch to write him as being possessive towards his lovers. I don’t, in canon, think that he actually would be obsessive about it but it makes it easy for fics to push his character in that direction. I also think he’s a bit jealous. I can’t pinpoint any exact moments but I get the vibe off him that he’d smile and be polite while also throwing his arm around you and puffing out his chest a bit. Just to make sure everyone knows you’re spoken for.

Then there’s the whole “I love you” in webs on the bridge scene. Grand gestures. Big exclamations of love. Scooping her up from the ground, not caring who sees, and bringing her to the top of the bridge. He tells her that he would follow her anywhere. Canon Peter would be monogamous, not want to share, overly protective, and horny most of the time.

Overall I think canon movie Peter would be really sweet, check in on you and make sure your enjoying everything, love body worshiping you, is a soft dom, would probably like throwing you around a bit and showing off his strength (that’s where the cockiness comes in), but also be really present in the moment. If he was in love with you I think he would really go out of his way to please you. Judging from all the pictures of Gwen that he keeps everywhere, it tells you that when he’s in love, you would be he favorite thing in the world. If he can’t be near you then he needs to have some sort of picture of you within his eyesight at all times. (Again that slight obsessive boyfriend vibes. I’m telling you, it’s not that far fetched). Peter goes through so many emotions and shows so many different sides of himself in just two movies that you could technically zoom on any little aspect of his character and use that to create a fic around.

Not that that was your question. I think I got a little carried away in my answer lol sorry

Simple answer to what is Peter like as a sexual partner: Better than average.

#asks #tasm #the amazing spiderman #tasm x reader #tasm!peter #peter parker #tasm!peter parker #blooming-violets #blooming violets fic #blooming violets

[e-vasong]

I’ve already talked about a Leverage crossover where the Hargreeves are conmen but I'm. losing it thinking about. a Leverage AU where the Leverage team sees these kids on tv, and they just go.  oh shit, that’s just fucking wrong.  (I know the timelines don’t match up but let’s pretend the umbrella kids were born a little later, or that Leverage takes place a little earlier, or something like that.  I don’t know.)

But these fucking umbrella kids show up on TV, and at first none of them are paying much attention. Not right away.  They’re busy running cons, and none of them except Hardison watch TV for fun very often.

So they’ve all heard bits and pieces about this Umbrella thing, and aren’t quite sure what to make of it.  Superhumans, huh? Eliot mutters at one point. Whatever. Our lives are already so goddamn weird.

But eventually they catch a broadcast while they’re home in between cases.  it’s playing in the background while they’re enjoying a meal together at the brewery.

The Umbrella Academy saves the day yet again! the broadcaster declares cheerily. We go now to a statement at the Louvre from their leader, Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

It’s just novel enough to catch their attention--being who they are, they all perk up at the word Louvre--and it gets them half-watching as they chat over breakfast.

It’s Parker that sees it first.  She’s Parker, so what catches her attention is actually not the fact that one of them is covered in blood, nor is it the fact that their father is calling them by numbers instead of names.  It’s the way that they stand, tense and upright.  It’s the way that the one covered in blood is trembling minutely, so fine that it’s almost imperceptible. But she notices. And she notices the way that the one to the bloodied boy’s left--the fifth one in line--leans over ever-so-subtly when their father is looking away. Whispers something with the barest movement of his lips. And then, after a moment of hesitation, he links hands with his shaking brother, twining their fingers together.  Parker knows that whisper, knows what this is. She used to do that with her brother.  Used to hold Nick’s hand, just like that, when their fosters were scaring him, trying to provide comfort even despite the fear of being caught.

It’s not long before the others follow her gaze. She’s stopped engaging in the conversation entirely, is just staring at the television with a death glare, nose wrinkled.

“Parker, baby,” Hardison says.  “That’s your angry face.”

“I’m angry,” she says, and doesn’t elaborate.

“Got it,” Hardison takes it in stride, as he always does.

Eliot’s frowning at the TV.  Unlike Parker, his eye does jump to the most obvious thing first.  To the boy, no older than eleven or twelve probably, drenched head to toe with blood.  There’s no rips in his clothing; Eliot’s pretty sure the blood isn’t his. He’s standing up straight, but his shoulders are slightly hunched.  Like he’s injured.  Broken ribs, maybe?  And he’s been taught to hide them too. He’s also not the only one with that too-stiff posture. These kids aren’t standing up straight. They’re standing at attention.  Number One, their father calls one of them, and what are those? Fucking callsigns?  

Sophie and Nate are watching too.  Their faces are carefully blank.  They aren’t happy, Parker’s pretty sure, but they’re trying not to react.

“What the hell?” Hardison says slowly.  He’s the last one to catch on, though only by a very narrow margin.  He lacks Sophie and Nate’s cynicism, and the years of personal experience Parker and Eliot have, but he’s still too smart to not figure it out almost immediately.  And he is first one to abandon the stunned stillness that’s fallen over the rest of them, pulling his laptop out of his bag, already quickly tapping away at the keys.

“This ain’t right,” Eliot says, voice a growl in his chest.  “This is--this is--it’s televised child abuse.”

Sophie makes a quiet noise of agreement then. “It is,” she says, quietly disgusted. “Those poor children.”

Nate is still staring at the screen, lips pressed flat.

“This Reginald guy looks rich,” Parker says.  Then: “Can we kill him?”

Eliot chokes on his drink.

“How is this even legal?” Sophie asks.  She sounds curious, though not particularly surprised by the grievous violation of child protection laws before her. “It’s so...blatant.”

“Sir Reginald Hargreeves,” Hardison says, no longer typing.  “He is--oh shit.” And the typing resumes, faster and a little more panicked than before.

“Hardison?” Nate prods after a moment, giving Hardison a sidelong glance.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good,” Hardison says.  “The INTERPOL files on this guy are locked up tight though.  Almost tripped their security system there.  I didn’t, of course, but--”

“You couldn’t get in?” Eliot says, smirking.

“Yet,” Hardison says.  “Dammit, man, it’s been less than five minutes.  Give me a couple hours and that thing is mincemeat.  Metaphorically speaking, of course.  But I do see what’s going on here and,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment.  “Y’all, this is hinky.”

“Yes, I think we got that,” Nate says.  The corner of his lip twitches up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hardison says.  “This guy has got friends everywhere.  No one knows how he got the kids, but it looks like he technically bought them--”

“He what?” Sophie sounds like she’s been suckerpunched.  Parker can’t think of the last time she heard Sophie sound so shocked.

“Oh yeah.  You think that’s bad?  The numbers aren’t code names  The numbers are their name names.  Like, legally.  I just found an article that said he ordered them by how useful he thinks they are, but judging by the adoption papers it was actually in the order he, uh,” Hardison coughs, “acquired them.”

Eliot is swaying where he stands.  “Common tactic.  He’s pitting them against one another so they’ll be easier to control.  It undermines the self worth of the ones lower on the scale and makes the ones that are higher up feel obligated to do what he wants.  Son of a bitch.”

“...And it looks like he leveraged their powers as excuse to gain exemptions from child protection laws,” Hardison continues like he hasn’t been interrupted.  “Claimed their abilities meant they don’t need the same safeguards.”

“That’s bullshit!” Eliot sounds thunderous.

“I know, buddy,” Hardison reaches over blindly, waving his hand around vaguely until he finds Eliot’s shoulder.  He gives it a comforting squeeze.  “I didn’t write it.”

Eliot heaves in a shuddering breath.  “That’s just--”

“Evil,” Sophie finishes.  

“I’m inclined to agree,” Nate says.  He’s not watching the TV anymore.  He’s staring off into the middle distance, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh!” Parker perks up.  All the grief and distress that had been brewing on her face vanishes like storm clouds parting for the sun.  “Nate! Nate, are you scheming?  You look like you’re scheming.”

Nate makes a noncommittal grunt.  “It would be dangerous.”

“They’re in danger,” Sophie says softly, jerking her head in the television’s direction.

Eliot’s long-since gotten to his feet.  He’s pacing, and that’s how Parker knows he’s furious.  When Eliot is too angry to stand it, he has to move, has to find some way to handle the rage roiling under his skin.  Usually he cooks, chopping vegetables with furious aplomb.  And when he can’t cook, he paces.  

“They’re fucking child soldiers,” he says.  “I can’t--” he cuts himself off with a furious shake of the head.  I can’t believe, he was about to say, Parker thinks, but he had to stop because that’s not true.  Eliot knows better than anyone what the government--what the world does to people they find useful, whether its skill or power that makes them so.

“Y’all are behind,” Hardison says in sing-song.  “I’m already trying to burn this motherfucker down.”

“Hardison, do not tip our hand,” Nate says, snapping into his leader-voice automatically.  Parker grins.  He’s already got a plan, then.  She knew all that reluctance was just for show.  Sophie laughs, as clear and bright as the ringing of a bell, and even Eliot perks up.  

Hardison grumbles, closing his laptop and stuffing it back in his messenger bag.  

Nate is grinning a little too, though it’s that angry smile he gets sometimes when Parker knows he’s thinking about hurting bad people.  She understands.  She's wearing hers too right now.  Nate glances them all over, and for all the malice dripping off the knife’s edge of that smile, his eyes are soft.  Maybe even a little proud.

“Fine. Fine. You guys win,” Nate says, lifting his hands in defeat.  He’s putting on a show of being beleaguered, but Parker can hear the sparking anger in his voice, and oh, how could she have forgotten?  Sophie is so gently righteous, Hardison so achingly distressed, and Eliot so full of fire and fury that she almost didn’t notice Nate’s seething wrath, nearly forgot that Nate looks at every injured child in need of help and thinks of Sam.  “Everyone, get your things.  Hardison, get us some plane tickets.  Let’s go steal some children.”

“Okay, okay.  I ain’t complaining cause, like, fuck that guy,” Hardison says, slinging his bag over his shoulder.  “But stealing children?  Could you have made us sound anymore like kidnappers?”

“Hardison!”

“I’m just saying.”

#tua #the umbrella academy #leverage #my writing #this is kind of garbage but i cant stop thinking about it!!!

[danger-noodle-uwu]

This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

#shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me headcannons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me dateables #obey me #obey me shall we date

[lovely-echoo]

Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader

In-game AU

Part 1/? Pt.2

Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader

(10/11 years old)

OneShot/Drabble(?)

Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜

INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.

Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.

Honestly I kept thinking about this but was afraid to request it to anyone so I'm doing it my myself-

If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.

P.s not everything is described the same.

(^ art by sunquids on twt)

CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, gore, death, blood, consumption of medication, sexual assault (brief mentions of Damian/The King)

Fluff/Normal

(Angst if you squint)

How you ended up there - How you met Philza and Technoblade

As you were walking around the hospital, you decided to take a pill to see if it'll help.

You watched as your vision blurred and some sort of demonic noises rang in your ears.

After a few seconds your vision cleared up, you took a look around the front desk.

The once dull and lifeless room had turned into this even duller and just plain deathly like room.

Blood was everywhere, random body parts of babies where thrown around. A skeletal figure was hung with what looked like an umbilical cord wrapped around its thin bones, it was connected to this baby covered by a blue blanket.

Just about everything looked grotesque.

Suddenly the floor ahead of you opened and this slimy black tentacle like arm grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.

It seemed you may have passed out during your fall because you woke up to the sounds of hissing and supposedly two men.

Oh and let's not forget the killer headache causing the ringing in your ears. :)

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, the light around you seemed much brighter than before.

You looked at the two men in front of you and then glanced down, you spotted Mr. Midnight!

His fur was spiked up and his ears were flat against his head. He seemed to be trying to protect you from the men.

Ignoring their presence you immediately scooped up your precious fur baby in your arms.

Your mind completely forgot about the fact there are two strange looking men in front of you.

A few droplets of water dripped down your (S/C) cheeks onto your (F/C) shirt/dress.

You started crying, so much happened in a short period of time and you found your cat you oh so desperately tried to find.

It panicked one of the adults. Said adult was an average tall man with slightly longer blond hair than average, he also had a green and white striped bucket hat. But what stuck out the most was the large pair of wings behind his back.

At first you thought that it was your pills fault but everywhere around you looked….

Normal?

It seemed like your meds wore off while you supposedly passed out.

But that doesn’t help or ease you at all. If the side effects wore off then how the hell did he have wings?!

The blond walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured puppy. His blue eyes roamed around your body, as if studying your every mouvements.

The other man who was beside him earlier seemed to tense up and looked at him as if he grew another head. He was on edge you assumed.

But he looked even weirder to you. He had long pink hair tied into a loose braid falling over his shoulder. Was it natural? He also had tusks peeking out from his bottom lip, they were large but not enough to be in the way. His skin seemed to be on the pinker side, it was roughed up with scars and calloused in certain areas. You noticed he had pig ears poking out his crown. Is he a king of sorts? Wait, that reminds you of someome... Oh! The king of course!

Ah yes, the king. You quite missed him actually, he was playful and let you use his cane- sword to get a key. But he didn't know about that part. You wonder if he's doing alright right know, the asylum sucks. And the shadow thing next to him said weird things to. Who exactly is the holy man? Why'd the shadow say he took off his clothes?

You couldn't dwell on it to much as you got distracted by the approaching man.

He reached out his hand to stop the winged male. “Phil-”

But the man named ‘Phil’ interrupted the crowned male by putting up his hand. He stopped his hand and let it limp to his side.

“It’s alright Tech, they seem harmless.” ‘Phil’ reassured, though ‘Tech’ nodded his head with a stern expression. There was still hesitance in his sharp red eyes.

‘Phil’ took the same hand he put up and reached it out to you. A soft and kind look in his eyes, you could’ve gotten lost in them if you weren’t careful.

“You alright there kid?” He asked, crouching down to meet your height from where you sat.

“Y-yeah, I think so…” You winced, your throat was hoarse and dry. You peered at ‘Phil’ as he took out this glass bottle with what you assumed was water.

He handed you the fragile bottle, he saw the look of hesitance in your childlike eyes. But something about them set off alarms in his head, they were dull. There’s nothing wrong with that of course! But they were too dull, at least for a mere kid.

He recognized a glint of trauma in your (Eye Shape) eyes, those beautiful (E/C) orbs had seen something they shouldn’t have. Haven’t they?

“Don’t worry mate, it’s fresh water.” He examined the way you handled the cork, you were inexperienced. He could tell you’ve never needed to do it, but why? It’s really the only way so far to keep water with you.

Did you not have any?

While he was lost in thought, you just had noticed he had an accent of sorts. Nothing wrong with it, you've just never heard of someone with it.

(^ Ignore that if you are british)

While the winged male was off in his own world the piglin hybrid watched as you sniffed the clear liquid in suspicion before letting your cat smell it as if you were looking for their approval.

To his surprise they did give it to you, the black cat nodded it’s head and squeaked out a meow. That strangely sounded like a yes- but he dismissed the thought. Probably was just the voices fucking with him.

You gulped down the water as if you hadn’t had any for months.

‘Why tf are they so desperate-’ ‘lowkey kinda concerned lmao’ ‘they look like they’d be an orphan tho’ ‘lmao maybe’ ‘idc about the kid, i want the cat’ ‘absolutely-’ ‘Nah fuck the cat, im allergic.’ ‘lol and?’ 'PFT ANY ASKERS???'

Those were all different voices speaking and overlapping each other.

Technoblade sighed as he glanced at his father, he knew him on the back of his hand. He let him be and slowly walked next to Phil and kneeled down.

“What’s your name kid?” he asked, taking the empty bottle you had handed him. “(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)/Bow.” You bluntly answered, looking at him in the eyes. He noticed how bloodshot they were, I mean you did cry not even 5 minutes ago.

"What's yours?" You questioned tilting your head a bit in the process.

Unbeknownst to you, some voices in a certain someone's head were losing their shit, squealing and chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’ over and over again.

"The name's Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Strange name in your book but your not the one to judge. You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement.

"That guy is Philza, but you can call him Phil." He pointed his thumb to the unfocused man. Technoblade or Techno- cleared his throat.

“You’ve got somewhere to stay? Where are your parents?” “Why can’t you mind your business?”

Techno’s eyes twitched in annoyance and his teeth clenched to hold back any crude words.

Although he noticed the flash of pain in those dull (E/C) orbs of the mentions of your parents.

He sighed once again, something you noticed he did a lot. At least, so far he did.

“Look kid, do you have a place to stay or not?”

And that's how you ended up meeting your new family. . . <3

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Mission First

Summary: Marvel, Clint barton/ Male reader where the reader gets injured on a mission and Clint freaks out about it with the “Oh shit, is it that bad? Am I gonna die?” 

”Y/N you’re with Clint.”

“Killer!”

“No just recon and info gathering, they won’t let us on killing missions since the last one.”

“We only blew up one building!” You assure and Phil just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, grinning a little at Clint and you who both grin back at him.

”This is going to be the death of me.” You whine a little and Clint rolls his eyes.

“Spending three days in a safe house with your boyfriend on a stake out, mhm, yes truly the death of you.”

“You really call this a house?’

“It has a roof and a bed. Counts for me.” You shake your head at Clint, you knew you were probably still a little new at everything involved in being a hero but you were getting used to the less than ideal part of missions and the life you’ve chosen.

“Y/N listen I get that this is boring but this is most of what we’re going to end up doing, and as much as getting an adrenaline high is fun and exciting, almost dying from it is not. We’re just regular humans, we don’t have much in the way of superpowers or a safety net so doing these sort of safer missions is best. Besides, I get to spend uninterrupted time with my boyfriend.”

“Don’t.” Your handler’s voice comes through on the communications device and Clint scowls.

“We’re being watched, remember.” You laugh a little and Clint scowls.

“I was hoping to overlook that part.”

“The last thing I want is to get written up for indecent exposure, or disorderly conduct.”

“I doubt they’d bother with any of that..”

“Depends what you do.” You scowl at your handler’s voice and sigh, relieved when you spot the person you’re supposed to be watching.

“Please let this go easy.”

You groan a little, head spinning. It didn't take long for everything to go sideways. While the guy wasn’t aware you and Clint were tailing him, apparently he was aware that a rival gang was following him and they chose the moment you’d snuck in his empty apartment to attack said apartment. The rival gang assumed you were his bodyguards which is how you and Clint had ended up getting shot at.

You were exhausted. While you’d managed to subdue pretty much all of the gang members without killing them so your handler could bring them to some dark shield area for questioning, both you and Clint had managed to sustain injuries. Yours was a head wound, a gash at the back of your scalp, most likely going to leave a scar.

Clint is clearly panicking, his fingers keep fluttering are you alright in sign language, to brushing hair out of the way of the flaking blood. It’s still bleeding by the time you make it to medical and you hiss when one of the medics brushes their hands against it.

“Is he gonna die? Is it that bad?” Clint hovers, you can’t help but laugh as his concern. He’s clearly building up your injury in his head, despite the medical staff saying you just need stitches.

“YOU NEED WHAT!?” Clint screeches and you laugh.

“Clint, it’s just two stitches that’s all.”

“Y/N, this is not only your first scar, but your first mission injury!!!”

“Also the first time I got hurt with you there.”

“Don’t say thattttt…” He whines a little and you grin.

“What?” He smirks despite understanding the look you’re giving him.

“I’m on medical leave for a week, and judging by the bruise on your arm you are to, at least for a few days.”

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Is Wei Wuxian's Cultivation Actually Harmful to Him?

Throughout Wei Wuxian’s first life, he frequently argues with Lan Wangji over his cultivation. Lan Wangji believes that his cultivation will harm him and eventually destroy him, while Wei Wuxian insists that he has everything under control. Many readers take Lan Wangji’s warnings at face value, leading to the common fandom perception that demonic cultivation (more accurately, the ghost path) is inherently harmful to Wei Wuxian and that he should indeed give it up.

But does the text actually back that up, when we examine Wei Wuxian’s use of his cultivation? While Wei Wuxian does experience a few losses of control, I would argue that they are far more due to circumstances than anything else, and not a sign that the cultivating with resentful energy is inherently harmful to a cultivator’s body or that loss of control is an inevitable conclusion.

Preconceptions

Lan Wangji is the character who most often tries to tell Wei Wuxian that his cultivation is harmful. Immediately when Wei Wuxian returns from the Burial Mounds and meets Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji again while torturing Wen Chao, Lan Wangji expresses concern:

One against two, Lan WangJi still refused to back off. He gazed at Wei WuXian, “Wei Ying, for cultivating an evil path you would eventually have to pay. Throughout time, there has not been a single exception.”

Wei WuXian, “I can pay.”

Seeing how unconcerned he seemed to be, Lan WangJi lowered his voice, “The path would not only damage your body, but your heart as well.”

(Chapter 62, Exiled Rebels translation)

Now, Wei Wuxian’s path (guidao, the ghost path) is brand new. He invented it, being the first person to ever successfully cultivate using yuanqi, or the resentful energy of dead humans. So why does Lan Wangji speak so assuredly of the harm it can cause?

The term ‘cultivating an evil path’ is telling. Wei Wuxian’s cultivation is a new path, but there are other dark paths of cultivation which exist. The Nie sect’s sabres are an example; they absorb the killing intent and evil energy of the yao and guai they kill, and over time their sabres become more and more powerful but also lead the wielder closer and closer to an inevitable qi deviation.

Of course, Lan Wangji is not aware of the Nie sect’s technique, which is a strictly kept secret, at this point. Nie Mingjue only seems to have told Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao because they were his sworn brothers. But there are surely other paths like this which are publicly known.

We know about other dark rituals which are not part of Wei Wuxian’s ghost path, after all, and ‘backlash’ is a frequent risk, either due to making the user vulnerable or failing to fulfil the contract one agreed to.

The body sacrificing ritual which Mo Xuanyu uses, for example, will cause backlash if you fail to keep up your end of the deal.

It was an ancient, forbidden technique. Compared to an array, it resembled a curse more. The caster of the array injures themselves by creating incisions on their body, and draws the array and writes the incantations using their own blood, finishing by sitting in the center of the array. They can then summon an extremely villainous ghoul and ask for it to complete their wish. The price to pay was to offer their body to the evil spirit, with their own soul returning back to Earth.

This was the forbidden technique opposite to stealing another’s body—offering one’s body.

[...]

The difficult part was that, as soon as the evil spirit has taken over the body of the caster, the contract is sealed by default. The evil spirit must grant their wish, or else the curse will cause a backlash. The spirit in possession of the body will be completely annihilated, never to be born again!

(Chapter 2, Exiled Rebels translation)

Interestingly, the harm here is to the ‘evil spirit’ if they fail to keep up their end of the contract. Well, also the caster who gives up his or her life in exchange. At any rate, this sort of thing seems to be a frequent risk of dark cultivation techniques. The paperman technique is also quite risky:

The good thing was that Wei WuXian had once learnt a certain technique of the dark arts—the paper metamorphosis.

Although it was indeed useful, it had a number of restrictions as well. Not only was the time strictly limited, the paperman must also return as it were, after it had been released. There mustn’t even be a single scratch on it. If, on its way, it was torn apart or broken in any way, the soul would receive the same degree of harm—from a year of unconsciousness to a whole lifetime of lunacy. Thus, one must be extremely careful.

(Chapter 47, Exiled Rebels translation)

This seems to be a frequent concern with any dark technique, which probably is what led Lan Wangji to believe that Wei Wuxian’s new path would be similarly dangerous. It’s also very worth noting that he grew up in Gusu Lan, which is known for being even more judgmental towards dark cultivation than other sects.

He immediately seemed to realize, “Oh. I forgot. Your uncle Lan QiRen hates crooked people like me. You’re his proudest disciple, so of course you’re the same as him, haha. I refuse.”

Jiang Cheng stared at Lan WangJi, cautious, “Second Young Master Lan, all of us understand the Lan Sect’s ways.

[...]

Wei WuXian had been angered as well, “Lan WangJi! Do you really have to make this difficult at such a point in time? You want me to go to the Cloud Recesses for the GusuLan Sect’s confinement punishment? Who do you think you are, what do you think the GusuLan Sect is?! You really think that I won’t resist?!”

(Chapter 62, Exiled Rebels translation)

While many people speak negatively of Wei Wuxian’s cultivation path, Lan Qiren is particularly virulent when Wei Wuxian first proposes the theory as a teen:

Everyone in the room was stunned. Lan QiRen sprang to his feet, “The essence of exorcising demons and annihilating ghosts is to liberate! You do not study the methods of liberation, and even think about increasing their energy of resentment! You reverse the natural order, and ignore ethics and morality!”

[...]

Another book came flying from Lan QiRen. He spoke harshly, “Then, let me ask you again! How do you make sure that the resentful energy only listens to you and does not harm others?”

Wei WuXian ducked while speaking, “I haven’t thought of it yet!”

Lan QiRen raged, “If you thought of it, the cultivation world would not allow your existence! Get out!”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

Due to their father’s seclusion and their mother’s imprisonment, Lan Wangji and his brother were raised by Lan Qiren. With his uncle having such a black and white view of such matters, it’s understandable that Lan Wangji would absorb that and struggle to reconcile the Wei Wuxian he knows and loves with the man who is cultivating an ‘evil’ path.

With his own sect and family so negatively inclined towards Wei Wuxian’s cultivation, I think Lan Wangji was primed to see every behaviour of Wei Wuxian’s through this lens. Similarly, the audience hears the younger Lan Wangji repeat these warnings so many times that I think many readers wind up believing him, too.

Confirmation Bias

However, I think much of this is actually a case of confirmation bias. Lan Wangji is predisposed to see Wei Wuxian’s cultivation as harmful, and is actively looking for signs that it is; he winds up correlating all sorts of things to Wei Wuxian’s cultivation as a result.

He does so when he visits Wei Wuxian in Yunmeng:

Lan WangJi, “Last time, during the hunt on Phoenix Mountain, have you noticed certain signs?”

Wei WuXian, “What signs?”

Lan WangJi, “The loss of control.”

Wei WuXian, “You mean me almost getting into a fight with Jin ZiXuan? I think you got something wrong. I want to fight with Jin ZiXuan whenever I see him.”

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

Which is true! Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan just do not get on at all. And if we go back to Phoenix Mountain, it’s clear that this was a perfectly ordinary fight:

However, Jiang YanLi didn’t turn around. Jin ZiXuan was even more enraged. He caught up to her in just three strides and was about to grab her hand when a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes. Before he could see who it was, he received a blow on his chest. Jin ZiXuan swung his sword across and backed away.

When he finally could see, he raged, “Wei WuXian, why is it you again?!”

Wei WuXian blocked Jiang YanLi behind him, raging as well, “I haven’t fucking said it yet—why is it you again?!”

Jin ZiXuan, “Attacking because of nothing have you gone mad?!”

Wei WuXian struck with his palm, “That’s exactly what I’m doing! What do you mean because of nothing? What are you doing trying to grab my shijie just because of how ashamed you are?!”

Jin ZiXuan dodged to the side and returned to him a sword attack, “If I don’t grab her should I let her walk randomly around the mountain alone?!”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jin Zixuan is described as being ‘enraged’ and tries to grab Jiang Yanli. He’s clearly being very hotheaded here himself. What brother wouldn’t be enraged after this, especially given Jin Zixuan’s pattern of speaking of Jiang Yanli derisively?

Earlier, Lan Wangji had forcibly kissed Wei Wuxian while he was blindfolded, and yet he didn’t display any loss of control or temper problems then.

(I also think this ties into how people tend to judge Wei Wuxian more harshly due to his lower social class; he’s often no more brash and arrogant than his peers, but because he’s the son of a servant only he is judged for it. Look at Jin Zixuan pulling his sword on a man who no longer carries a sword! He isn’t criticised for that. But I digress.)

Lan Wangji also believes that Wei Wuxian’s cultivation is doing him spiritual harm, using evidence such as Wei Wuxian’s unwillingness to carry his sword or receive spiritual energy to help him heal:

Suddenly, he felt an itch at his throat. Blood began to rise up his chest. Trying to restrain it, Wei WuXian coughed a couple of times. Seeing that Lan WangJi was going to grab his hand again, Wei WuXian dodged, “What are you doing?”

Lan WangJi, “Your injuries.”

Wei WuXian, “No need. Why use spiritual energy for such a small wound? It’ll get better after some sitting around.”

Lan WangJi didn’t waste any words with him, grabbing for his hand again. At this point, two people came from outside of the cave. Wen Qing’s voice sounded, “Get better after some sitting around? Did you think I’m dead?”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

He observes this back when he visited the Burial Mounds in the day, and many years later tells Wen Ning that this was the conclusion he drew:

Wen Ning turned around. He couldn’t help but ask, “Young Master Lan, you don’t seem too surprised about this. Did you… Did you know about this as well?”

“…” Lan WangJi managed, “I only knew that his spiritual powers were somehow impaired.”

But to think this was the truth.

(Chapter 89, Exiled Rebels translation)

Working with incomplete information (since he doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian has no golden core, he instead assumes that he is being harmed spiritually by his cultivation) and a pre-existing bias against demonic cultivation, Lan Wangji viewed Wei Wuxian as someone who was bound to lose control at some point, and everything became evidence to prove what he already believed.

Loss of Control

However, I think it’s arguable that the instances where Wei Wuxian loses control are not an inevitability of his cultivation path. Instead, they occur in extremely dangerous combat situations where Wei Wuxian has no allies and is being besieged by hundreds or thousands of enemies.

I want to go over three instances where things go sideways for Wei Wuxian with his cultivation in his first life: Wen Ning’s awakening, the ambush at Qiongqi Path, and the battle at Nightless City.

Now, I wouldn’t even describe Wen Ning’s revival as a loss of control. Wei Wuxian had spent months trying to revive Wen Ning, and in the end he wound up waking up while Wei Wuxian was down in Yiling, not at the Burial Mounds to keep the situation under control. It’s like an unwatched pot boiling over.

Wei WuXian, “Didn’t I say not to touch the talismans on him?!”

Wen Qing didn’t even have the spare seconds to be surprised that Lan WangJi was here. She answered, “Nobody touched them! Not a single person went into the Cave! He tore them off on his own when he suddenly went on a rampage. Not only the ones on himself, he destroyed the restriction seals at the blood pool and the Cave as well! All of the fierce corpses in the blood pool got out. Wei WuXian, go save Granny and the others. They won’t be able to hold up much longer!!!”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Honestly, it’s hard to know based on this what caused Wen Ning to wake up or to return to consciousness. My suspicion is that Wei Wuxian’s efforts had worked, and he woke up with a lot of excess resentful energy he needed to work off; hence going to beat up all the other fierce corpses in the Blood Pool.

After this, Wei Wuxian takes measures to ensure that Wen Ning doesn’t lose consciousness again. For the next year until the ambush at Qiongqi Path, there are absolutely no incidents, and Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian go on night hunts together frequently.

Things only go wrong during the ambush.

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “You’re seeking your own death!”

As he finished, Wen Ning raised his hand and tore off the red string that hung a talisman at his neck.

After the string snapped, his body wavered, and the muscles on his face began to twist. Marks that resembled black cracks crawled up his neck to his cheeks. He suddenly lifted his head, letting out a long, inhuman roar!

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

So Wen Ning wears a talisman which presumably suppresses his resentful energy, and which he must remove in order to fight at full strength. After Jin Zixuan shows up and completely fails to de-escalate the situation at all, Wen Ning kills him:

Wei WuXian was suppressing a blazing flame of hatred. His voice was cold, “Jin ZiXuan, move away right now. I won’t touch you, but you’re not going to provoke me either.”

Seeing that he still refused to yield, Jin ZiXuan suddenly lunged forward, as if trying to hold him down, “Why can’t you just back off for once?! A-Li is still…”

Just as he reached toward Wei WuXian, he heard a strange, heavy noise.

The noise was almost a bit too near. Jin ZiXuan paused in surprise. He looked down and finally saw the hand that pierced his chest.

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s pretty clear that Wen Ning saw Jin Zixuan lunging towards Wei Wuxian and interpreted him as a threat. As objective observers, we can see that this is actually quite understandable, if tragic, and realistically could have happened similarly in a mundane setting with no magic. But Wei Wuxian of course would start to feel doubt when something so terrible happens:

He was clearly controlling Wen Ning properly.

Even though he activated Wen Ning’s rampage mode, he should still be able to control him.

He’d clearly always been able to control him perfectly.

He didn’t want to kill Jin ZiXuan at all.

He never had the intention to kill Jin ZiXuan at all! It was just that moment. He didn’t know why, but all of a sudden he wasn’t able to control it… He had suddenly lost control!

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian had always been able to control Wen Ning perfectly before. Honestly, it’s not a surprise that his control was looser in a situation like this; he’s in the midst of an ambush where 300 people are trying to kill him! Realistically, Jin Zixuan bears some responsibility in his own death, too. When you’re trying to negotiate a ceasefire, you don’t fail to give the target of the attack any assurance of his safety and then lunge for him threateningly! Of course Wen Ning saw him as a threat and acted to defend Wei Wuxian.

Later, Wei Wuxian observes that during his ‘rampage’ state, Wen Ning draws his guidance from Wei Wuxian’s impressions of people:

Listening to him stutter as he apologized over and over again, all of a sudden, Wei WuXian felt extremely ridiculous.

It wasn’t Wen Ning’s fault at all.

It was his own fault.

When on a rampage, Wen Ning was nothing more than a weapon. The person who created the weapon was him. The things it listens to were his orders as well.

At that time, with all the tension and the killing intent on top of how Wei WuXian had never hesitated to show enmity toward Jin ZiXuan in front of Wen Ning, when he was unconscious, Wen Ning recognized Jin ZiXuan as an ‘enemy’ when he attacked, carrying out the order of ‘exterminate’ without a second thought.

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

I actually think that if Wen Ning had killed, say, Jin Zixun, Wei Wuxian would simply have seen it as a case of self-defence and accepted it as that. It’s the fact that Jin Zixuan is the husband of his foster sister (and the one person there he didn’t actually want dead) which turns this into such a tragedy.

The intensely stressful situation in the aftermath of Jin Zixuan’s death is the only time we ever see Wei Wuxian express doubt in his own abilities or regret choosing the ghost path:

With the child’s cries coming to his ears from afar and the scared siblings who were at a complete loss as to what to do in his eyes, Wei WuXian felt his heart sink lower into darkness. He asked himself, Just why have I been locking myself up on Burial Mound all these years? Why do I have to go through all this? Why did I choose to walk this path in the beginning? Why did I make myself like this? What do others see me as? Just what have I gained? Have I gone mad? Have I gone mad? Have I gone mad?!

If only he didn’t choose this path in the beginning.

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

I think that during this period, Wei Wuxian was under an immense amount of stress. He was the sole protector of 50 people who the world wanted dead, and he had to be strong and confident for them at all times. Only during his initial panic after Jin Zixuan’s death does that confident front break down and show us just how much the stress must have been wearing on him:

As he thought and thought about it, Wei WuXian suddenly broke into tears.

His voice was submerged in a deep helplessness, “… Can someone tell me… what I’m supposed to do now?”

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

I honestly think that if Wei Wuxian had had someone to lean on and share responsibility with during this time, it would have helped him so much.

In the past, there were only others who asked him what to do. Now, though, he was the one asking others what he should do, and nobody was able to give him an answer.

[...]

Wei WuXian raged, “You can shut the fuck up! It’s already pandemonium the way things are right now! You two can stop adding more trouble onto my platter. Give yourselves in my ass. Did I tell you to do this? Take it out!”

(Chapter 77, Exiled Rebels translation)

Later on, at Nightless City, Wei Wuxian’s loss of control is directly tied by the narrator to his worsening mental state:

The more Wei WuXian panicked, the less control he had. The corpse ignored his command and instead lifted the sword in its hand, slashing it down at Jiang YanLi!

Wei WuXian had lost it, dashing as he shouted, “Stop it, stop it, right now, stop it!”

(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)

He manages to calm himself down and get back under control:

Jiang YanLi sighed, “A-Xian, you… you should stop first. Don’t, don’t…”

Wei WuXian hurried, “Yes, I’ll stop.”

He took up Chenqing, placed it by his lips, and began to play. He only managed to steady his mind with great effort. This time, the corpses finally stopped ignoring his commands. One after another, strange gurgles echoed in their throats as if they were complaining. Slowly, they bent down.

(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)

Only when Jiang Yanli is killed by a cultivator aiming for Wei Wuxian does he decide, in his grief and rage, to put the Yinhufu together again:

Yet, no matter the criticism, the blame, Wei WuXian could no longer hear any of them. As if governed by another soul, he reached out and took two objects from within his sleeves. Before everyone’s eyes, he put them together. One half on top and the other below, the two objects snapped into one, letting out a resonating clang.

Wei WuXian placed it on his palm and raised it high into the air.

It was the Stygian Tiger Seal!

(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)

We know that after the Bloodbath of Nightless City, as this battle comes to be known, Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian back to Yiling. However, Wei Wuxian is in a very poor mental state (most likely due to stress, exhaustion, and trauma), and only regains awareness a few days later at the Burial Mounds.

This is when he decides that the Yinhufu is a weapon which he should never have created, and determines to destroy it.

After using it for the second time, he finally decided to destroy one half of the seal. Before he could completely destroy the other half, the siege at Luanzang Hill happened, and it had since then been beyond his capabilities.

(Chapter 30, Exiled Rebels translation)

So Wei Wuxian was actually able to successfully destroy one half of the seal, and start work on the second, in the three months between Nightless City and the First Siege.

Toward his own creation, Wei WuXian was confident to say that even if the sect that got hold of it, made a temple for it, and offered it incense every single day, the remaining half of the Tiger Seal was just a piece of scrap iron. However, Lan WangJi told him something shocking—it appeared that Xue Yang could rebuild the other half of the seal!

Although Xue Yang was young, he was also quite clever, a bizarre eccentric. The LanlingJin Sect discovered that he could use the remaining half of the seal to roughly piece together the other half. Even though the recreated version wasn’t as powerful and couldn’t be used for as long, it could already result in terrible catastrophes.

(Chapter 30, Exiled Rebels translation)

I gather that the first half, he completely neutralised. The second half had not been fully drained of power when the First Siege happened. We never see the First Siege, but I think we can hazard a guess that once the Wens were massacred, Wei Wuxian knew that it was all over, and decided to destroy the second half of the Yinhufu so that no one there could get their hands on it. It is likely the backlash from improperly destroying/neutralising the Yinhufu which led to his corpses turning on him and ripping him apart.

Wei Wuxian does confirm that some sort of backlash killed him:

Wen Ning whispered, “Sect Leader Jiang, Jiang Cheng, brought a siege upon the Burial Mounds. And he killed you.”

Wei WuXian, “I’ll have to clarify this one. He didn’t kill me. I died from a backfire.”

(Chapter 43, Exiled Rebels translation)

“That’s merely hearsay. Although Jiang Cheng was one of the main forces, he did not give Wei WuXian the final blow. Because he cultivates the Demon Path, Wei WuXian’s powers had backfired and he was ripped to pieces.”

“Hahahaha… That’s karma! The ghost soldiers that he created are like unleashed dogs, biting everyone that they come across. It serves him right to be chewed to death!”

(Chapter 1, Exiled Rebels translation)

While the vast majority of information in the prologue is revealed later to be lies, Wei Wuxian does confirm this. Strictly, the ‘ghost soldiers’ were probably his fierce corpses. ‘Ghost’ or ‘Gui’ is used in Modao Zushi’s magic system as a catch-all phrase for dead humans, whether they’re actual ghosts (incorporeal spirits) or reanimated corpses. We know that Wei Wuxian was using huge numbers of fierce corpses to act as guards at the entrance to the Burial Mounds and protect the Wens, after all.

Wei Wuxian’s Second Life

So the risk of backlash is confirmed as a threat when using guidao and other dark cultivation techniques. However, it seems that they either have a clear contract which has to be fulfilled (like in the body sacrifice ritual), or a clearly defined risk which can be mitigated or prevented entirely through careful use.

It’s notable that Wei Wuxian is in control of his cultivation far more often than not, and in his second life we see absolutely no losses of control from him. This is probably down to a few things, one of them being greater experience. He also is no longer working alone; Lan Wangji is nearly always at his side or very nearby, which removes the intense stress of trying to fight against the entire world alone.

Honestly, I can’t even pull up any instances of Wei Wuxian struggling to control his cultivation in his second life or being even mildly harmed by it; there are absolutely none. We only ever see him dealing with mundane exhaustion, stress, and physical injuries.

He recovers very quickly from performing Empathy with Nie Mingjue:

Hearing this, Wei WuXian instantly pulled himself out!

He was still the thin paperman, stuck to the helmet that sealed Nie MingJue’s head. He had tugged loose the knot that tied the iron shells over Nie MingJue’s eyes, revealing a bloodshot eye, opened wide with anger.

[...]

There wasn’t much time left. He must return to his corporal body immediately!

Paperman WuXian flapped his sleeves, flying out as though he were a butterfly.

[...]

A while later, once his soul had returned successfully, Wei WuXian immediately took a deep breath. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and suddenly stood up. Yet, having not expected his body to still be disoriented, he felt dizzy and leaned forward. Seeing this, Lan WangJi caught him in his arms. Wei WuXian lifted his head once more, and the top of his head collided with Lan WangJi’s chin. With a thud, both of them grunted in pain. Wei WuXian rubbed his head with one hand and felt Lan WangJi’s chin with the other, “Ugh! I’m sorry. Lan Zhan, you alright?”

His chin having been stroked a couple of times, Lan WangJi lightly took Wei WuXian’s hand away before shaking his head. Wei WuXian tugged him, “Let’s go!”

(Chapter 50, Exiled Rebels translation)

After this, he is stabbed by Jin Ling and winds up spending four days unconscious in Cloud Recesses. I’ve seen it suggested that his short bout of hallucinating after he wakes up is due to harm from his cultivation, but I firmly disagree. He’d been unconscious for four days after being stabbed!

He immediately let go, almost wanting to roll away. His movement was so large that it hurt the wound at his stomach. He exclaimed an ‘ah’ as he scrunched his brows, finally remembering that he was still injured. Amid the stars before his eyes, Jing Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang YanLi, Jiang FengMian, Madam Yu… Many faces spun around in a large circle.

[...]

Only having ensured that his injuries were indeed fine did Lan WangJi finally let him go, “Four days.”

Jin Ling’s sword stabbed right through. The wound hadn’t been shallow at all. How it healed within four days without even leaving a scar behind meant that high level medicine of the GusuLan Sect had to have been necessary. Wei WuXian thanked him, mocking himself along the way, “I’ve reincarnated but somehow I’ve become even weaker. I couldn’t keep going after just a single stab.”

(Chapter 63, Exiled Rebels translation)

After being a bit muddled upon first waking up, he’s fine. He was also dreaming about his past while unconscious, which is why he’s described as seeing all these faces ‘amid the stars before his eyes’. The flashbacks in Refinement and Poisons-Evil are both framed as Wei Wuxian sleeping and dreaming about the past, and he’s thinking about them as a result; he’s not portrayed as actually hallucinating and thinking they’re really there.

Wei Wuxian is very drained by the events of the Second Siege and faints twice afterwards. However, it’s worth noting that during the Second Siege, he didn’t really use resentful energy (he couldn’t, as all the corpses there were under the control of the Yinhufu); he used talismans, which only require a small amount of spiritual energy.

Wei Wuxian even specifically states that Mo Xuanyu’s body is very weak, refusing to use Suibian before the Second Siege:

He wore it by his waist and didn’t seem like he was going to use it. Seeing how Lan WangJi looked at him, he fiddled with his hair and explained, “I haven’t used a sword in so many years. I’m not used to it.” As he spoke, he sighed again, “Alright. The real reason is that my current body is low in spiritual energy. Even if there’s a high level sword, it won’t be able to make the best use of it. And so, it’ll be up to HanGuang-Jun to protect the delicate man that I am.”

(Chapter 68, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian collapses due to exhaustion on the boat ride to Lotus Pier:

OuYang ZiZhen, “HanGuang-Jun, why did Senior Wei collapse?”

Lan WangJi, “Fatigue.”

Lan JingYi was amazed, “I thought that Senior Wei would never get tired!”

(Chapter 84, Exiled Rebels translation)

He collapses again during the fight at the Jiang ancestral hall:

Lan WangJi, “Wei Ying?!” His low voice rang within Wei WuXian’s ears, echoing endlessly.

Wei WuXian was starting doubt if something happened to his ears, “What’s wrong?”

He felt something streak down his face, but reached up only to retrieve a handful of scarlet. Accompanied by throbs of dizziness, blood continued to drip down his nose and his mouth, onto the ground.

[...]

Having come to the conclusion that Wei WuXian was only in a temporary state of unconsciousness due to extreme fatigue and anger, Lan WangJi finally tore his gaze away.

(Chapter 88, Exiled Rebels translation)

When he wakes up in Chapter 90, he feels unwell but recovers fairly quickly:

For a long while, he couldn’t figure out what was happening. Only when he saw the splatters of blood on Lan WangJi’s left sleeve, like a string of plum blossoms resting on snow, did he finally recall what happened before he passed out from anger. His expression twisted at once as he suddenly sat upright. Lan WangJi went to help him, but the ringing in Wei WuXian’s ears hadn’t stopped yet.

[...]

Lan WangJi knew that he wasn’t feeling well. Silent, he didn’t ask anything. He lay one hand on his back, sending him a warm thread of spiritual energy.

[...]

Looking around, Wei WuXian suddenly exclaimed, “I’m hungry.”

Lan WangJi looked up. Of course, Wei WuXian wasn’t hungry at all. He had just eaten three pies at the vendor in front of Lotus Pier’s gates. Lan WangJi only ate one, however, and it was the only thing he’d eaten in the past two days. The matter was on Wei WuXian’s mind.

(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)

The narrative again directly links it to exhaustion, not to anything more ominous than that:

In the fight at Burial Mound, Wei WuXian exerted too much energy and stamina. Both his mind and his body were strained for too long. A few hours earlier, Jiang Cheng angered him so much that he almost bled from his qiqiao.

He only recovered after a long time of rest. Although he didn’t feel too bad right now, if there was something he missed and he pushed himself all the way to Lanling, it was hard to tell whether or not an accident would happen at a critical moment. On top of that, he wasn’t the only one straining his mind and body in the past few days. Lan WangJi didn’t rest for a second either.

(Chapter 91, Exiled Rebels translation)

As said, there simply isn’t any proof, based on Wei Wuxian’s second life, that his cultivation is doing him harm, nor does he ever lose control of it.

This definitely indicates to me that Wei Wuxian’s losses of control in his first life were related to the circumstances and not an inevitable risk of his cultivation path.

In Conclusion

I actually suspect that Lan Wangji himself came to the same conclusion; he only ever gently warns Wei Wuxian to be careful when using dark techniques during his second life:

Lan WangJi let the paperman wriggle on his ribbon for some time. Just as he reached out to take it down, the paperman slid its way down as fast as it could. No matter intentionally or not, it bumped its head once against his lips.

Lan WangJi’s movements paused for a moment. Using two of his fingers, he finally caught it, “Do not fool around.”

Softly, the paperman rolled its body over his slender finger.

Lan WangJi, “You must be careful.”

The paperman nodded and flapped its wings. Clinging flat onto the ground, it climbed through the door slit and snuck out of the guest room.

(Chapter 47, Exiled Rebels translation)

He still does have some level of distaste for Wei Wuxian’s cultivation path, I would argue, due to the way he instantly latches onto the idea that Wei Wuxian would never have turned to the ghost path if not for his lost golden core:

“…” Lan WangJi managed, “I only knew that his spiritual powers were somehow impaired.”

But to think this was the truth.

Wen Ning, “If not because of this…”

If not because there really wasn’t a second path to walk on.

(Chapter 89, Exiled Rebels translation)

But the discussion of Wei Wuxian’s feelings on his cultivation is one for another day.

At any rate, I doubt that Lan Wangji is only holding back his feelings on the ghost path due to wanting to avoid any more fights with Wei Wuxian. After all, he spent 13 years mourning him. If he still believed that Wei Wuxian’s cultivation was going to eventually kill him, I doubt he would accept it so much more readily now.

I think the lesson he learnt, after looking back and thinking on the past a great deal, was indeed that Wei Wuxian would not have suffered such losses of control if he had had anyone to rely on in his past life. So now Lan Wangji always stands by his side and ensures that he will never reach such a state of desperation again.

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