#also yes he only speaks animal crossing noises and has to pull up a speech bubble for people to understand

[bunn-iiii]

do you guys like my dnd character

#yes he's an arsonist #also yes he only speaks animal crossing noises and has to pull up a speech bubble for people to understand #he's my baby #undescribed #my art #dnd character #Mr. Mittens

[plato-pluto-whatever]

Oops you think I'm in love

Late night brainstorming and I wrote a stupid lil thing for @skxtchyghost about one of the tropes I remembered while mindlessly scrolling Instagram. (thanks for being my muse and also letting me simp a lot ILY)

Jack thinks he can have everything, including you. Little does he know, you're the only person in the six galaxies who can crush his ego so effortlessly.

And yes, it's based off the song "Oops I Did it Again". Bite me.

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Rhys lays a kiss on your cheek just before you two separate. You both decide that it's the best decision for the night as that makes it easier to meet new people. But you know that if you have to, you'll make it known you're taken.

"Stay safe," he whispers and grins, stealing a kiss from your lips and handing you a heavy glass of booze. "And keep a watch on your glass."

You nod, brushing off his suit with one hand. You fix the collar of his stark black shirt and make sure the napkin put into his jacket's beast pocket is sitting just right. He does the same to you, then walks off with a wink. A simple display of affection from him indeed.

The music soon picks up, and you look towards the far end of the stairs leading into the second floor of the casino, to see Handsome Jack standing at the top. People applaud him, and you don't stand out. After all, he's a man that's built himself quite a fortune from barely anything. Something to be admired if you’re honest. Though it seems like his ego has inflated along with his wallet and bank account.

After a long speech that you didn't even bother listening to, you sip on your drink while sitting back near one of the slot machines, body turned towards where Jack was. He's starting to come down the stairs, more and more details of his expensive suit visible; the intricate ornaments made with golden string and the golden chain of a pocket watch tucked into his vest pocket only being a couple of many. Still not paying much attention to the casino owner, you're surprised when he comes into your view, towering over your frame. An intimidating yet intriguing sight. You’re tarting to wonder just ho it actually feels to bask in that kind of wealth daily.

"Good evening," he grins, teeth showing. A smile that's well known to everyone on the six galaxies. How kind of him.

You stand up, offering him a hand that he takes and kisses the back of instead of shaking. Something he certainly doesn't do to many people. You haven't seen him do that before at least.

"And what have I done to be blessed with the presence of something as ethereal as you?" he coos. You can't lie, he's charismatic. Certainly someone who could get anyone and anything he wanted. Not like his choices were narrow either because of said charisma. You’re sure he could breathe in the general direction of a group of people and they would throw themselves at him.

Rhys had mentioned you give off ethereal energy like that of deities, but you always thought it just was his corny self talking. Could it be real?

"I always come to right places at the right time," you flash back a smile, and there's a sparkle in his eyes for a moment. A sparkle of someone who’s been completely captivated by you, unable to peel their eyes from you and most certainly helpless under your charm.

Maybe you don't need to gamble to win a jackpot. They say house always wins, but could you outplay the house? Rhys would be on board, surely. He’s been dreaming about seeing Jack ache for something he can’t have after said man has put himself back into an organic human body.

"Don't make me fall in love again, dear," Jack shoots back, dramatically fanning himself with his hand while pulling at his shirt collar.

You take a risk and trail and x right over his heart. Touching Jack without permission could result in biting a bullet on spot, but you're confident you've discovered his weakest spot: yourself. A cocky, confident casino owner, the CEO of Hyperion and the richest man in the six galaxies is under your thumb without realizing it, and you want to have some fun with it.

His eyes dart between your finger and your face for a moment before you speak up.

"Or what, sir? I thought you're a man with nothing to lose."

He holds your chin and leans it up to make you look at him, different colored eyes burning through into your mind as he tries figuring out what is it that makes him so weak for you. His eyebrows furrow a little, gears spinning in his head. You’re sure he’s just as surprised about the effect you have on him.

"I can show you just how much if you come with me," he hisses as though every moment of keeping his cocky, narcissistic stance around you is physically straining.

You smile sweetly and nod, saying nothing. A devilish expression flashes across Jack's face, one of a man who knows he can get everything he wants. Or rather thinks that. He lays a hand on your back, leading you both back up the stairs where he came from. You glance back over your shoulder to almost immediately catch Rhys's eyes, one of which is flaming an angry orange. You wink in a reassuring way and he visibly relaxes.

He had heard you talk about what you'd do to Jack if you had the chance, but neither of you thought that'd ever be possible. After all, what are the odds that the richest man alive would take interest in you? That’s right, near zero.

Eventually, you two make your way to Jack's room, which is probably larger than your entire house back on earth. It's dimly lit, windows looking out into the outer space: dark and infinite, yet comforting despite its cold. The room gives off a very faint smell of cigarettes, as well as expensive aged drinks and faint cologne. A closet is just barely open, a sheen of expensive fabrics visible behind the doors. That man could truly get anything he wanted.

Jack shuts the door behind you, and the noise from the casino is dampened to a quiet murmur. His breathing is visibly heavier as he's hanging onto the last remaining shreds of control he has. His eyes are getting darker by the second, pupils blowing wide open in an almost animal-like manner.

"It's like you're a deity that came down to bless me," he seethes and his hand lands on the back of your neck.

Just as the man leans in to undoubtedly kiss you, you quickly press a finger to his lips. A look of surprise crosses his face. How dare anyone refuse him? Refuse Handsome Jack?

You bite your lip with a smile that looks like it's about to split your face in half. The speakers in his room cut to music. You know Rhys is behind this. The plan to teach Jack that he’s just full of it and can’t get everything he wanted is going flawlessly and is enough to make your heart pound against you’re chest. You’re sure you would have already bitten one more bullet if Jack wasn’t completely infatuated by your presence alone and hadn’t thought of even laying a hand on his pistol.

Jack's expression falls more and more with each passing second as the music plays, cocky, confident and hungry expression twisting into pure fury.

"Oops, I did it again,

I played with your heart,

Oops, you got lost in the game,

Oh, baby, baby,

You think I'm in love

That I'm sent from above,

I'm not that innocent."

All that's left on his face is a look of utter disbelief when you rip the door open behind you and dart back out into the casino lodge. You're at the bottom of the stairs with Rhys approaching when Jack comes back into sight.

Jack's cheeks are flushed a bright, angry red, his eyebrows furrowed with a thin layer of sweat forming above them as he furiously looks around for you. Once his eyes lock on to you, he's almost at the bottom of the stairs when you pull Rhys by the front of his shirt and kiss him hard, right in front of Jack. Rhys smiles against your lips, one eye open for a brief moment to photograph the bewildered expression of the casino owner. Then he pulls you closer, one hand combing through the back of your hair with other wrapped around your midsection securely.

The house always wins? You’re not so certain about that anymore.

#borderlands #handsome jack #rhys strongfork #Crushed ego #self indulgence time #x reader #gender neutral reader #Eri Writes

[oceansmelodysblog]

'Until my last breath'

Zelink reversed roles AU fanfiction

Chapter 2

“The laws don’t allow us to take people inside the castle to give them refuge but we can definitely find work inside the castle for Nebb’s family members. Is there anything else I could do for you? ” James and Zelda stood in front of the bridge to the castle as they discussed about her conditions to work with him.

Meanwhile, Ragnar and Link hunted down the aggressor who threatened her life. The people of the festival enjoyed their time and danced light heartedly to the music.

Yet, in the dark corners of an abandoned street, Link pushed the man against an old façade.

“Do you work for someone?!” Link grabbed the man’s throat and lifted him from his feet with one arm.

“No, Sir. I am alone! Please let me down, “ the man could barely speak.

“Link, we better check his body for any evidences. He won’t tell the truth even if you threatened him.”

Link turned his head aside and thought about it. Ragnar had his cold sinister look in his eyes and Link knew he had an idea in his mind.

He threw the thief roughly to the ground and Ragnar ripped off the thief’s clothes. He never hesitated to rush into action.

Ragnar grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him to his feet. He trembled because of the cold but he also trembled out of fear, he knew of their ruthless reputation.

“Like I thought, this filthy rat is one of them. He wears their mark on his back like a farm animal. He’s just an underling but they came far too close to the castle for my taste. I would like to kill him but then we might lose a chance to track them down., ” in front of Ragnar’s face hot steam from his mouth surrounded him and gave his ice blue iris a mystical feeling. Thoughtfully he crossed his arms in front of broad chest, leaving the man freezing next to him.

“Yes, I agree brother. Though it’s not likely of them to attack healers. He must be an abandoned one and furthermore has to thief for his own survival. It may just be an inconvenience, but I believe he needed the rupees to redeem himself in the Yiga clan.” Link had his cold calculating look in his eyes and analysed every inch this man’s face for any reaction. He saw how nervous he became as Link spoke.

Link’s eyes sparkled immediately as his sharp mind saw an opportunity.

“Makes sense to me too, sharp senses as always. I guess we can’t kill him yet.”

“Y-yes! Yes! Y-you’re… right! P-p-please don’t kill me!” The man was trembling as his body felt frozen. He tried to warm himself up by wrapping his arms around his chest. He didn’t dare to try to escape them, too great was the fear to be killed.

Ragnar abruptly turned his head to him and pierced his eyes into the thief’s soul

“Shut your mouth, you filthy rat. No body told you to speak, unless you tell us anything you know about the Yiga. Until then, you will freeze your arse off. “

“L-l-look, I-I-I c-can’t even i-i-if I w-want-t-ted t-t-to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Link had a feeling that behind his statement lay some truth. It wouldn’t surprise him if the Yiga cast a spell on their henchmen to secure their secrets.

And as the thought shaped into a deduction, Link exchanged a meaningful gaze with Ragnar.

“I-i-i-it m-m-means th-th-that we can’t be-be-ca-use th-they...use... I c-can’t s-say...use...u-use... SEAL!”

He screamed out the last words while his whole body shivered with the cold.  But as soon as had he said it, his head twitched spasticity, his pupils twisted and rattling noises came from his throat. He cried out his last breath and collapsed right after.

 Link and Ragnar watched helplessly and in shock as the thief lied motionless on the ground.

 Link and Ragnar knelt in front of the man and exchanged regretful looks, thinking about the cruelty of the Yiga.

„At least in death he is a free man.  Come on Ragnar, we’ll get him a decent burial. ”, said Link.

 He wrapped his cloak around the bare body and heaved it onto his shoulder.

„When we’re done with his funeral, we must report to Father immediately.“  Link marched through the deep snow under his boots, far away from the castle walls.  It cracked in the snow as he had to raise his knees more and more to get through the high snowpack.  Sweat ran down his back, his breath became heavier, and his muscles burned.  Ragnar noticed the thick vapor from Link’s breath, an indication of the immense strength that he had to mobilize at the moment.  Without a word, he lifted the body from his shoulder and carried it the rest of the way.

 Hours later, the brothers reached Lake Kolomo near the Forest of Time and buried the corpse among the trees.

 “Link, I’ve thought about it and I think we should only tell father about the Yiga once we have found out more.  He is never satisfied with half-finished business.“

 Their hands were flushed and stiff from the snow they laid over the grave.  It was time to return to the warmth, so the two broke up and left the man in the grave alone, but under the protection of the forest.

 

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“Your royal highness, thank you for everything. I do have some other requests too, regarding my master and my father. I am in depth for my education since I tried to pay it all on my own but the payment wasn’t high enough, not to mention I often didn’t even receive it, to pay off my loans. If I work at the royal castle I want to be payed with a suitable salary for my hard work. I want to help people around Hyrule, that’s why I will need the salary to buy better equipment, medics and explore new methods to heal. I also want the freedom to leave the castle whenever I see the need to gather herbs, ingredients, make new flora analyses or look out for unhealthy people. In the matter of my father, I do not want my father to know that I would work in the castle. That’s all of my conditions, your royal highness.”

James thought about it while scratching his beard, not knowing if it was possible to give her the freedom she wanted as his father controlled everything and everyone.  For better or worse, she had to go to the king and speak to him. about it if he decided to be interested enough.  Anything that didn’t matter to him wasn’t worth his time.

“May I ask who your father is, gracious healer?”

“Yes of course you may. He’s the commander of the third legion of the royal army, Rhoam Dejardin. Your royal highness.”

James‘eyes widened as he drew in a sharp breath.  ‘Now I understand why she doesn’t want to have contact with her father, he’s just like my father!‘ James thoughts flashed back and forth in his head as he put the pieces together.

“I see! I guess we both have awful fathers then. Don’t worry I will make sure that you can stay away from your father. And about your loan, as the prince I am able to pay it for you, just say a word. But if you still want to pay it on your own, we will pay you even more than the royal healer gets. Because we need a healer that is independent and solely serves for the people and not the King’s moods. Please accept my offer to be a healer for the purpose of science.”

Zelda smiled at the speech of James. But she immediately realized that he was sweet-talking the other conditions while ignoring the most important one. Her freedom.

“Your royal highness I am pleased to hear all that. But I won’t accept the offer until All of my conditions are fulfilled. Please enjoy the rest of the evening, I have to go back to my stall. ”

She walked away without looking back, into the direction of her stall. James tried to hold her off by reaching an arm to her but she was already too far away. For now he would have to deal with his father. He sighed in defeat, he didn’t like it at all. He wanted to keep her in secret, out of the range of the eyes of his father but sooner or later his father would have know about her. It was better to ask him to work as an independent healer. Hyrule needs her desperately.

James had seen so much suffer in his travels and explorations, the defeated knights who weren’t able to fight anymore, the despair and illness in the corners of the kingdom, all of them needed a healer who would only serve the people and not the King.

‘But how am I supposed to tell that to my father? I probably should ask Ecberht about this.’

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 The Festival of Lights ended with the first rays of the sun and Zelda was busy dismantling the stand alone during the coldest hour of the day.  She had sent little Nebb home just before midnight and shared her salary with him again.  The old doctor was long gone and left the rest to her. She cursed inwardly for not accepting the offer, but her principles had to come first.  Otherwise she  would  approve of being exploited again.  Gritting her teeth together, she went to the remaining instruments and bandages that were lying around.  Her hands were already icy burns and were stiff from the cold when she noticed a shadow out of the corner of her eye and the next moment she felt warm hands on hers.  When she looked up, sea blue eyes stared into her eyes.  She quickly pulled her hands out of his and put some space between them.

„Your royal highness, it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“Please don’t be so formal with me when nobody is around. I thought we would have become closer after the dance. And now you’re greeting me like a foreigner.” Link wasn’t sure if she was interested in him at all. She had something special that made him drive to her, but he couldn’t tell what it was. He wanted to protect her, be at her side and watch over her.

“I accepted your hand because I would lose my face if I didn’t. If we normal folks ever deny a request of a royal family, we get abandoned by society.” Now her eyes were as cold as the freezing temperatures, staring up into his own eyes.

She couldn’t afford to be called a concubine of a prince while trying to be accepted in the world of the healers.

Link didn’t know all of the circumstances despite interacting with people outside the castle. ‘I definitely have to change that!’

 “Please don’t interact with me furthermore I don’t want to be called a concubine of yours. Even though they have a far better reputation than a female healer from the streets, I don’t want to be seen as that. I work hard and try to help the suffering people. Please, your royal highness if you look for a girl to have fun with, I beg you to look elsewhere.”

With that said she grabbed the last remaining and walked away. Her heart raced and her body trembled, but she wouldn’t let him know that. She couldn’t even explain it for herself why she reacted that way towards him but decided to not give it much attention.

Link looked after her until she disappeared in the dark street.

“Brother are you alright?”  Ragnar had helped his knight comrades to secure the area as they arrived and now was approaching him with his arms full of food, left behind from the festival. 

“It’s nothing, I am just tired and exhausted. Come, let us go home.” Ragnar pressed a baked apple into his hand and Link smiled in return. A good old apple would be a good distraction of his pity thoughts.

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The next day arise and the brothers Ragnar and Link woke up with pain in their backs and legs. Link looked around and realized they fell asleep in the study room, they were so tired that they weren’t able to reach their bedrooms. Link must have been fallen asleep while he studied about the Yiga clan, his back hurt from the sitting position and even his neck felt stiff. He heard his brother snoring from the ground and slowly stood up to look for him. Ragnar fell with his stool to the ground, his arms wide open spread while one of his legs hovered on the stool while the other rested on the ground angled. Link smiled at this view, it was funny to see his younger brother, who looked always scary and insane, now like a clumsy big teddy bear. Link walked around the table and kicked the tip of his toe against his brother’s rips.

“Hey! Wake up dumbass!”

“Mmh…fuck off and lemme sleep…”

“It is past midday, wake up!”

“nah, try to wake me up in an hour or two.”

Ragnar muttered more unintelligible words while Link slowly lost patience.  It was unusual for his brother to sleep so much. Link decided it was his job to get him back on his feet.  Link breathed in and out deeply and rammed his elbow with full force into the abdomen of his brother, who cried out in pain and threw up shortly afterwards.

"You ate too much before you fell asleep, am I right?“

"Thanks, I needed that.“ Ragnar gasped from the exertion he felt from the gag reflex.

“Now get up, we still have a lot to do.  Do you remember?  The Yiga clan?  Provide evidence for our father?  Get up you looser, we going  hunt for Yiga.“

After they freshened up, they visited their brother James, who was in the middle of a conversation with their eldest brother Ecberht. While Link and Ragnar wore a basic Hylian armour, today Ecberht wore a ruby red royal suit with sapphire blue and golden accents, which meant he would go on a diplomatic business sooner or later. James wore nor royal suit but instead dark trousers and a brown coat with golden buttons and white silk scarf, his favourite outfit when he worked on his natural sciences.

“Good afternoon brothers.” Link said politely while approaching them.

Both immediately interrupted their discussion and turned their heads to them. While James looked confused, Ecberht had a devaluating look in his eyes.

“Where have you been all day?  Both of you were no where to be found.” James reached for the arm of Link and then Ragnar to greet them.

“We’ve been doing researches about a case we want to learn more about and therefore stayed up all night. What have you two been discussing about?”

“What kind of case do you talk about?” asked Ecberht suspiciously, “I hope for the sake of your lives, you’re not doing anything reckless again, without the permission of the King.” Link and Ragnar exchanged meaningful looks, they knew they had to be cautious around Ecberht.

Then, Ragnar clears his throat and sweet talked his eldest brother, “Don’t worry, we don’t want to bother father with our case as long as it’s nothing to bother for.”

Ecberht raised an eyebrow and looked suspicious between them, he knew they were up to something dangerous and therefore would need to watch over their moves. He decided to remain silent and ask one of the Sheikah to spy on them.

James felt the tension between his brothers and cleared his throat.

“Well apparently, the woman you danced with yesterday is an exceptional healer and the daughter of commander Rhoam Dejardin but refuses to depend on his reputation and military rank. “

Link and Ragnar widened their eyes. They couldn’t believe what their ears just heard because nobody knew commander Rhoam had a daughter, let alone even a child. Link was confused why he would never mention her. 

“She refuses also to serve for the royal family if it means to desert the people in need. That’s why we need her even more. For the sake of Hyrule, we need a selfless healer in our ranks. I would be glad if we had another genius for our science section as well.”

Link was glad that his brothers saw the same potential in her he did, but it disturbed him that he found out about her background through his brother who just met her and immediately wanted to claim her. Link frowned and tried to clear his mind. Then, a big question appeared in his head as he tried to understand why she wasn’t here yet.

“There must be something off if she isn’t here yet. What is it?”

“Well…she wanted the freedom to leave the castle whenever she saw the need of her help or for doing researches on new herbs… She wanted to work with me only under strict conditions…”

“What are her conditions? Except roaming freely around,” asked Link truly curious.

But then, Ecberht had enough and busted out. “I already told you James! This is not going to happen! The audacity to demand such thing is unbelievable! Not even the own sons of the King can do whatever we want, and this woman thinks she was exceptional? No way I am going to allow her to do that. You give the conditions not her. Who does she think she is? Goddess of Hyrule? By Hylia! I am surrounded by idiots!”

Ecberht was about to leave but surprisingly Ragnar hold him off and squeezed his arm. “If James and Link believe in her abilities, I am going to do the same, as you will do the same as well.  Understood?!” Ragnar had his insane look in the eyes again which made Ecberht shiver. He never realised how terrifying his younger brother had become.

Ecberht freed his arm from the tight grip of his brother and felt the pain still roaming in his muscles. “Alright then, I will help you to get her on board. But mark my words, no ones except us, the royal family, is allowed to make conditions.”

James and Link barked in laugher as they already knew how determined Zelda can be.

“You idiots stop laughing! What’s so funny!? “

“You will see for yourself, when you meet her.” Link said and winked at James who couldn’t stop laughing at the imagination of Zelda and Ecberht discussing.

“Hmpf. I will talk to the King and ask him for permission than she may come. See you in two hours in the Throne halls.”

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Zelda was nervous to meet the King. It was her first time and she only knew him through stories. While escorts guided her through the castle she looked at the surroundings to distract her from her useless thoughts. After a while she felt exhausted by the walk through the halls of the castle which were strategically formed like a labyrinth. But then her heart flattered seeing a familiar face. It was prince Link who waited for her in front of the throne halls. He smiled at her generously despite her harsh behaviour before. The escorts left her side and let her alone with the Prince after he told them to dismiss. She was happy to see him but didn’t want to show it, by politely greeting him. “Your royal highness. “ she said bluntly.

“It’s good to see you again, gracious healer.” Link flustered at her sight, even though she wore a similar dress like on the festival of lights, this sand coloured dress let her shine brighter as the sun. She smiled at him trying not to look in his eyes for too long. Link realised he stared at her. He cleared his throat and lend her his hand. The memory of the festival flashed in their minds as Link hold her hand the same way back then. Both smiled at each other at the memory and immediately put the stoic mask on as the huge hallway doors opened.

Zelda let out a breath she didn’t knew she was holding and walked along the hallway. The three brothers of Link were standing next to Throne facing each other while Link escorted Zelda to the King. Zelda gulped as she saw the king in full sight. Several feets away from the throne Link stood still and left her side, joining the side of his brother Ecberht.

Now she was all alone facing the terrifying king in front of her. His clothes weren’t as glamorous as expected, in fact the King looked more like a commander who was about to lead a whole army. His almond shaped eyes pierced through her eyes into her soul, looking for the darkest memories of hers. She reminded her to avoid a direct eye contact and lowered her gaze. But then King Selim raised to his feet and approached her.

Link looked nervously as his father stood directly in front of her looking down on her.

“I demand you to look in my eyes. I heard of your request and want you to tell that in to my face.”

Zelda looked up and met the gaze of the King. The colour of his eyes reminded her of honey, changing the colour with different angles of incidence of light. His hair was black as the feathers of ravens, his facial heather grey and his skin tanned from all the cruel battles fought for Hyrule.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I want my masters servant to be able to work in Castle to let him gain more salary to provide his suffering family. I want to be payed for a suitable price for my works for the royal family. I want to be acknowledged as an independent individual and not as the daughter of a commander. And most importantly, I want to be able to leave the castle whenever I need to gather herbs, explore better methods or see the need of my help of all folks in need. No matter the rank or the race, I decide through the rank of the emergency.”

King Selim stayed silent and didn’t lower his gaze from her forest green eyes. But Zelda bravely encountered his terrifying glare and lifted her chin.

But then, all of a sudden King Selim began to smile.

The brothers who remained silent all were shocked by this view, seeing their father smile for the first time in their lives.

“Miss Zelda Dejardin, I declare you the title of a royal healer with the ability to serve the people of Hyrule, independent of your heritage and the crone.”

All brothers widened their eyes and Ecberht gasped for air. Link and James looked more than satisfied, while Ragnar looked amused at his eldest brother.

“Therefore I shall allow you to bring your masters servant as your own servant, while both of you will be privileged with everything you need.”

The King’s smile became wider and heartily as he spoke and signalled with a finger to the servant to bring him his contract.

Meanwhile Ecberht threw his hands above his head  in unbelieve about what his eyes just observed. His brothers clapped their hands as a sign of respect and honour.

With the unique Tughra on his ring he pressed the top of it into the melted candle wax. A bright smile decorated her face as he handed over her the certificate which he placed in her hands with both of his.

“This certificate shall give you permission to enter every small corner of Hyrule and gives you security in wars. Keep it close to you, miss gracious royal healer.”

With that said Zelda bowed politely to the King and walked away from, only turning her back to him as she reached the doors.

Link followed her with her eyes even when she already disappeared, he glared at the closed doors and smiled brightly.

While Ecberht couldn’t still believe what just happened, his mind could find the answer, therefore he bursted out and asked their father the important question everyone in the hall was eager to know the answer.

“Your Majesty, please tell us what made you give her so much privileges?”

King Selim approached his oldest son, putting his hands behind his back, looking down on him with a sly smile. Ecberht saw the small sparkle in his eyes and had a good idea of what was going on his father’s mind.

“In her eyes lies the sun that will guide this rotten land out of the darkness.”

The King walked away from him , back to his throne as he dismissed them.

For the first time in his life, Ecberht didn't know what to say.

#zelink #fanfic #legend of zelda #zelink au #zelink fic #botw zelink #aoc zelink #zelink fanfic #zelink fanfiction #Botw Zelink reversed roles AU #botw link #hyrule warriors #writing #link #adventure #botw2 #a zelda blog #legend of zelda botw #breath of the wild #zelda breath of the wild

[centuryofdean]

When Lightning Strikes - Chapter 9

Author Disclaimer:: The Hobbit, Middle Earth and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. The story line and even some dialogue–also not mine. Instead I claim my Original Character Laurel and the adjustments to the story line.

Summary:: From when Laurel Took was small she dreamed of a man. Every time she dreamed of him, he could not see or hear her. Over time they are able to communicate–but he’s been dreaming about her too. Finally after years of anticipation Laurel takes the leap and kisses him. Only for her to wake up and dread the real world. Then lightning strikes and she finds herself in a familiar place, with a familiar face.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+ At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language and Violence

Pairing:: Kili x OC (Laurel)

Laurel

How was I supposed to tell him I was scared to love him? If something happened to him I would waste away like my mother. The ache in my chest was replaced with something more when he was kissing my neck. If it hasn't been for the fact that everyone was mere feet away I would have probably turned around and jumped on top of him, only to regret it later. No matter how much I tell myself I can't put myself in that position, I know deep down I am already there.

Once he finally fell asleep I threw the blanket he gave to me cover him and myself, curling into him. Almost as if he sensed my movement, he turned onto his side, letting me fit in the crook of his neck. He threw an arm over me and pulled me closer, sniffing my hair. A sigh of contentment filled me, this is where I was meant to be.

Suddenly he grasped my bottom and gave it a squeeze.

Oh Kili.

I was woken by someone kicking my leg. It wasn't a light kick either. With a rub to my eyes, I squinted against the rising sun to find Thorin standing above me. It was difficult to try and untangle myself from his nephew. Kili's leg was wrapped around me along with his arm. Surprisingly the prince was a heavy sleeper, as he did not wake when I pulled his arms and leg off of me to get up.

Thorin was still standing before me, watching intently.

"Did you need something," I asked somewhat bitterly.

"A word with you," he muttered with distaste.

I rose, stretching as I followed Thorin a little ways out away from everyone. We came upon the stream, where he bent down and splash water on his face and drink lightly. When he rose and wiped his hands on his pants I stood a little straighter. Even if I didn't care for him he was still a king, right?

"You are not of this world," he started as if it were a rehearsed speech. "You will come with us to the Lonely Mountain, so we can return you to your world. If it fails and you cannot be returned, you are to go stay with the Hobbit in the Shire. He has agreed it would be the best for you."

"Okay," I sighed.

"You are not to get close to Kili."

A harsh laugh left me, "It's already too late for that. He knows me better than anyone in my world, and now your's."

"I have seen how he looks upon you," Thorin spat. "He is infatuated. He is heir to be king if something happens to Fili. Dwarf kings do not mate with Halflings."

That jab didn't hurt at all. Halfling. If it weren't true I would have been insulted.

"Alright," I muttered, "anything else?"

"This journey will be long and hard. If something happens to you I will not lift a finger for your aide. I will not be stopped by some mere girl that cannot take care of herself."

A scoff left me as my arms crossed over my chest.

"King or not Thorin Oakenshield," I spat out, "I won't stand here and let you insult me just because you don't like that I'm not a dwarf. I can take care of myself plenty out in the woods. It seems you have forgotten, so let me refresh your memory. I saved your ass and everyone else's from three damn trolls just a few days ago. "

A look of disgust passed his face. "If it not for Kili I would leave you here," he muttered, "for if I left you, he would stay as well. Your words run wild and you speak of things you do not know. You have no place among us."

Did he seriously forget already? It was at least a day ago that I shot the trolls with arrows. At least a day ago I put out a fire lit under a spit of dwarves and cut half of them out of potato sacks. Things I did not know? What I knew is that he was a pretentious--  

"Whatever. I didn't plan on trying to pursue Kili anyway, so don't get your trousers in a twist," I muttered.

Someone cleared their throat, making my attention flip over to see Gandalf standing. He gestured to his left, revealing the rest of the dwarves. It appeared everyone came to listen in on the thrashing I was receiving. Kili looked more furious than myself. None the less I passed by each of them and back to where my things were. I wasn't going to stay where I wasn't welcomed.

After all my things were gathered I went back to the castle of sorts that the elves lived in. I was welcomed politely, even offered food. As I sat at the small table eating fruit everyone else came in to start eating as well. The mood was very somber, no one really speaking. At least all the food was fresh and plentiful.

Elrond joined the hall at the larger table with Gandalf. "Morning guests," he stated. "Tonight the moon will be perfect for reading the map you have brought. This time tomorrow you will be able to continue on with your journey with new knowledge and purpose."

Most of the dwarves cheered, starting new conversation soon after.

"Tell me Laurel," Elrond continued lightly, "why do you feast on the flesh of nature?"

I wiped at my lips, ridding myself from the juices of an apple. "Animals? Well because it is food," I stated confused.

"Elves value all life," Kili offered, "they will not maim animals unless their lives are in danger. Eating creatures is absurd to the elves."

"In my world it is very common for us to eat meat. There are farms dedicated just for it. I don't make a lot of money, so I hunt for food mostly, even have a small vegetable garden," I replied.

"Do you like it," Elrond asked interested.

"Yes, especially deer. Very clean and healthy meat."

Throughout the day I practiced using my newly acquired bow. It was beautiful. The string was very flexible, but easy to pull. I could not really test the distance it could shoot, but it did pack quiet a wallop. Though I did not hit my target every time, I was able to come pretty close. As long as my target in the future was big enough I would be able to strike fatally until I could make my aim more acute.

Kili didn't speak to me at all, instead he just watched me and followed wherever I went. It was sort of annoying, but I did not say anything to him about it.

Occasionally another dwarf, usually Bofur or Nori, would sit with me in the clearing and tell me stories of other adventures they had gone on. I told them of different things in my world.

"They are called airplanes. Huge machines that travel people or things from far distances. They travel in the air like birds," I explained.

"Amazin'," Bofur seemed dumb founded.

As night started to fall, the dwarves gathered back to where they first had a fire the night before. I was contemplating on if I should ask if there was a room inside I could stay in. Obviously Kili wasn't in a good mood, so trying to sleep next to him again probably wasn't in my best interest. Food was brought out here this time. I don't know how much longer I could just eat bread, fruit, and vegetables. This night I did not share wine, instead I drank water and ate my food in silence. Thorin and Gandalf both were missing from the group once more.

After finishing my food I read from my book of herbs again. It was marvelous, holding drawings of the plants and a description of what they can help with. Only a fourth of it I already knew from my grandmother, the rest was new to me. Maybe my mom was an elf and so was grandmother, she did look quite young.

Kili whom sat next to me elbowed me lightly, offering me something that he had just bitten off of.

"What is it," I asked before accepting it.

"Dried meat, go ahead," he nodded, "you can have the rest."

The meat was spiced like jerky, but tasted good either way. I thanked him quietly and continued to read from my book.

"What is that," he asked, pointing to the writing I made out of wet charcoal.

"This is English writing."

"It looks confusing."

"The elvish writing was confusing," I stated, "this way I can study from it. This here is what we call California Poppy in my time. 'Infuse it with water and it will make the drinker fall asleep.'"

He leaned in closely to watch what I was pointing to. For a while we sat by the firelight reading from my book, his arm draped around me lightly. Slowly I found myself curling into him like it was story time. We went through all the pages together, coming to the end where blank pages were for me to add things if I wanted.

"Show me how you write your name," his voice was soft in my ear. I printed my name clearly so that he could see. "Write my name."

I did the same for his not really knowing how it was spelled. So I simply wrote Kili out for him to see. The conversation around us grew into a mess that I stopped paying attention too, just background noise. My face rose so that I could look up at him. I felt his hand raise and play with my braid. "I am sorry about what Thorin did this morning. It was not right," he stated.

"It's fine," I murmured letting my head fall back against his shoulder as I shut the book. "I understand what he's saying."

Kili didn't respond, instead he wrapped me up in his arms and gave a soft squeeze. We rose together and moved to where we slept the night before. Without question I settled down next to him and did not fight it when his arm was thrown over me and pulling me to his chest.

"I do not know why you fight me Laurel," he sighed into my hair, "but for now I will allow you to fight me. Soon I will grow tired and not allow it."

Without our horses we were due to walk the rest of the journey the next morning. I made it a habit to stick to the back of the troop so that I didn't have to be anywhere near Thorin. Bilbo tended to float back and forth between the front and back to talk to me. If what he said earlier was true, then he was probably a distant cousin of some sort. It was odd to think that this world I was in was actually the past. There was nothing of this written in any books that I knew of.

By time we stopped for our first break I had to sigh in contentment. Never have I walked that much before in my life. It was very tiring.

Placed between Kili and Fili I did more work going through my book and checking the herbs that were packed in my bag. Most of them were dried and folded into cloth and tied. Some of the more rare things were placed in small glass vials of water, wrapped in cloth so they would not break.

Kili rose to disappear into the woods for a while. Once he was out of sight Fili elbowed me, glancing around at everyone and their positions.

"Tell me Lady Laurel, what do you see in my brother," he asked quietly, blue eyes alive with wonder.

It was one of the first times I actually looked at Fili. It was odd how the brothers were like complete opposites. Here is Fili the older brother with his long blonde hair, and braided mustache and beard. Bright blue eyes that would make women weak at the knees. From what I have seen Fili was usually the more serious of the two.

Then there was Kili, the younger brother with long black hair and lack of actual beard. His light brown eyes were full of mirth and fun. His nose was formed perfectly with his cheeks to scream perfection. Just thinking of his scruff against my skin had me closing my knees as they quivered.

"I see a lot of things in him. Though he is usually in a light mood of fun and laughs, he can be serious. I always find he is kind and selfless," I thought aloud, "he is strong and fights well I've seen. He talks fondly of family and friends. Kili does have a way of charming me, and I do find him quite attractive."

Fili laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulder to pat my back. "Do not let him hear you say these things! He already thinks too highly of himself, you would only make it worse."

"Why doesn't he have a beard and mustache like you," I wondered.

"Ah, he was never fond of the longer hair. He is still young for a dwarf, as he grows older he will become accustomed to it and start his braiding."

I eyed the clasps that kept the braids of his mustache together, "I've seen men braid beards in my world, but never mustaches. Your clasps looks like the one Kili put in my hair."

"He braided your hair? Put one of his beads in it did he?"

My brows furrowed, I did know that braiding was very important to them. Braiding the hair of a dwarf woman surely meant something to them I figured. "Yes," I trailed off, fingering it once more.

In turn he pulled me closer, leaning in and whispering in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine unwillingly. It was just because of the fact that it was hot breathe on my ear, but startled me none the less.

"I'm sure you understand that braiding the hair of a dwarf maiden is meaningful," he started softly, "it shows that he is interested in you as a mate. Putting our family bead in the braid says he is very interested. It is bold considering Thorin forbade the relationship. You do look very lovely none the less."

A soft giggle left my lips, charming woman must run in the family. I looked up to see that Kili returned, he was standing next to Bilbo talking, starring daggers in my direction. Why on Earth would he be in a foul mood now? He was just fine this morning. The feeling of Fili retreating from my proximity sent off alarms in my head.

He thought Fili and I were probably flirting together. Shit.

Just as I was thinking of throwing off Fili's arm, he removed it himself, coughing and looking away awkwardly. Kili didn't return to us for the rest of our break and left for the front of the troop while we continued on towards what they called the Misty Mountains.

"Well," I sighed kicking a rock while Fili and I brought up the rear, "seems we've pissed him off."

"Nonsense," Fili waved away, playing with yet another knife I haven't seen on his person before, "he is just jealous at the moment. By the end of day he will be talking to you again."

"I hope so," I sighed, "he's one of the greater friends I have. Especially here. There is nothing to be jealous of."

The dwarf next to me nudged me with his elbow once more, pointing ahead of us, "I don't know about that. I find your company likable, Ori, I think has taken a small liking to you as well.

"If I hadn't known about your attachment with my brother I would find an attachment to you I think. Do not worry about Kili, he usually has always been the jealous type. Though it is only the second time I have been the one he was jealous of."

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[tommyquackson]

unrighteousness | t. holland | part 7

Not My Gif

summary: a perfect angel isn’t as perfect as she’s lead to believe, and there’s no other angel who knows more about imperfection than the one who fell

warnings: SMUT! mentions of violence, the stark family :)))

note: this has a MINOR endgame spoiler...so be careful i guess? also we have a 2 more parts :(( enjoy tho!!!

As days turned into weeks, you became the official unofficial Queen of Hell. You helped carry out decisions when Tom was busy, you hosted small parties, you’d even been in charge of a few small meetings with Sam and Harry and the captains of the army. Your favorite part however, were the weekly village visits you made. The people loved and adored you as if you’d been there forever, bowing and curtsying as you walk past and greet the townspeople. You loved walking on the black pavement in your heels and dress, buying small trinkets at the market. You mostly helped the people prepare for the war, feeling guilty it was your fault. You built underground shelters where families would be safe, helped grow and harvest extra food to stock pile, and helped charm people’s homes for protection and health.

“Queen Y/n! I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow?” A 12 year old girl named Morgan called at you, her family ran the farm with all the animals the small town relied on.

“I was getting bored sitting in that castle waiting on Tom to finish his work, so I decided to come down for an extra visit.” You scoop her on your back and carry her towards the farm house her and her large family lived in. 4 other children came running out of the front door to greet you.

“Good morning Mr Stark, Mrs Potts. How is everything today?”

“Oh Your Highness, please. Tony and Pepper” Tony speaks smiling at you as you set Morgan down.

“Then please, y/n.” You smile as Pepper hands you a water. “How can I help? Is the animal shelter coming along well?” I ask ruffling Howard’s, their oldest sons hair.

“It’s almost done, should be done by tomorrow afternoon. You don’t need to do anything, you’ve already done more than we can ask for.” Tony speaks sincerely at you.

“I know, I just- Hell is going to be under attack and it’s all because of me. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to anyone down here.” You look at the floor.

“I want to fight in the war! I could kick some angel a-“

“Howard Stark, I would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next.” Pepper gives him a look only mother’s can give.

“I was gonna say wings, mama.” He speaks lowering his voice.

“As long as I’m here, you won’t even have to worry about those Angels. No child will fight an adults war. But, I could use your enthusiasm at our Ball next week, will you come, and escort me?” You ask the boy. He agrees quickly begging his parents.

“Are you sure?-“

“Nonsense, Tony. You can bring the whole family and they’ll be out of your hair for the night. Our workers are having a separate area for all the children. The whole town is invited.” You say.

“We’ll be there y/n. Thank you” Pepper says touching your hand.

“Now, I’d better go help Morgan and Nat with the horses and cattle.” You stand and kiss both parents on the cheek before walking out the the fields where the 2 girls are play fighting.

“Now shall we milk the cows or tend to the horses first?” You say scooping Nat up into the air. You all agree cows first and walk to milk them, talking to the girls about any and everything.

“So, have you and King Tom kissed yet?” Nat asks making kissing noises. Your face turns red.

“Yes, we have.” Your face gets very warm.

“Are you in love? Is it true love?” Morgan squeals jumping up and down, you nod to the cow she’s supposed to be milking giving her a “get back to work” look.

“I don’t know, Love isn’t always simple. Me and Tom aren’t like your mother and father, we have some weird circumstances but we do care for each other, i just think it’s better if we focus on the safety of Hell” I say filling the bucket with the sweet drink.

You continue your whole day with the Starks. Doing chores until it’s dark.

“Thank you both for dinner, I better get home before Tom throws himself off the balcony from going insane without me.” You kiss each child’s head and hug the adults.

“Of course, our home is yours as well. Have a great night y/n. Thank you for your help today.” They see you off, watching you walk back towards the castle.

As you walk through the main doors, you’re greeted by Haz.

“Oh thank satan” He sigh heavily at the sight of you.

“I was ready to punch Tom in his face with how much he was telling us he missed you. Please never leave that poor demon again.” He laughs, offering you his arm so he can walk you to Tom presumably. “How was your day though?” Haz asks, looking down at you. Harrison is truly becoming a good friend to you, always there to tease Tom and joke with you.

“Good, I did lots of chores. So, very exciting” You smile a small skip in your step.

“Did you know, you’re the only person, nevertheless a royal, who likes chores?” He laughs at you.

“I never had to do anything in Heaven, I stayed on my knees all day and then went to bed, it’s intriguing.” You laugh and elbow Haz. As you get closer to the throne room, you can hear Toms voice.

“Don’t be an idiot! Needing a competent person is not missing them, just cause y/n can do all of your jobs better. It’s simple stuff!” He groans, you can hear the desperation on his voice. Haz opens the door and gestures for you to enter. When you walk in, you see Tom facing a few demons, lecturing them on how to do who knows what.

“Won’t you cut them some slack Tom, no need to be antsy just because I went into town” I say interrupting his small speech. He whips around at my voice grinning like a mad man. He runs and presses me into a forceful kiss, heavy breathing and hands in hair. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.

“I missed you” He whispers.

“I’ve heard, how much work do you have to do?” You ask curling the ends of his hair around your fingers.

“Im dismissed, you lot can figure this out quickly and then head home. Goodnight everyone.” Tom shouts out to everyone in the throne room. He looks back at you and picks you up bridal style, walking you through the halls until you get to his room.

As soon as his bedroom door is shut he pulls you into a kiss.

“Tom, goodness, you haven’t even asked about my day.” You giggle as he moves to kissing your neck, surprising you.

“How was your day, angel?” He asks kissing your cheek and jaw.

“Lovely, thank you. I would ask about yours but I think I have a clue.” You say grabbing his head to make him look at you. He pulls his lips to a pout and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“What’s gotten into you Tom?” You ask quietly.

He lets out a heavy sigh and pulls you to his bed, laying down with you on his chest.

“I missed you darling. Everyday i find my self getting closer to you. I miss you any moment that I cannot see you and i’ve never felt this way.” He speaks kissing your head and rubbing up and down your arms.

“Tom, ha-have you ever been in love?” You ask looking up at him.

“Only you, angel” He grins widely.

“You love me?” You whisper in amazement. Your heart begin beating faster and your wings rustled behind you.

“I do, I don’t know where your heads at, but I love you y/n.” He pulls you up as he sits against his headboard.

“I love you too Tom, more than anything in the world” You speak confidently. He grins and pulls you into a kiss. You grab his shoulders to keep yourself supported. The world seemed to disappear around you, the only thing you could feel was Tom. You felt his large hands on your jaw and bottom of your back, pulling you as close as physically possible. You felt his lips pushing against yours and the small vibrations of him groaning. You could feel his muscles under his shirt as you gripped his shoulders. You could feel his hips pressing against yours, moving with each deep breath you both took. You push your hips closer to him, causing him to buck his hips up.

You pull away and gasp, friction against your core shocking you. You’d never felt it in your life, a sin that was forbidden for you. It was so wrong and unacceptable, the higher angels would tell you it never felt good and your heart would shatter at the forsaking of God. If it was supposed to hurt, why did this feel so good. Why did it excite you? You’d never thought about another person in the way you feel about Tom, lust. A deadly sin, but now you were more than happy to die for this cause.

“Tommy, I wanna do it.” You speak as he kisses up and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there.

“Do what angel?” His hands moved from your back to your thighs, gripping and rubbing slowly.

“Sex. I want to have sex, with you” You breathe out, your whole body heats up but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed. Tom looks at you and smirks, his face only looked like trouble but you wanted it, wanted all of it.

“Yea? Want me to fuck you?”

You gasp at his words, and the shiver that they sent down your spine. Your core felt almost uncomfortable, you needed him to do something, anything to relieve the pressure.

“Answer me angel.” He pinches your thigh making you jump.

“Yes Tom, I want you.” You practically moan out at him. He groans and pulls you back for a deep kiss. He pulls away and quickly takes off his shirt. He helps you out of your working shirt, leaving you in just a bra and your shorts. He kisses lower on your neck and collarbone, whispering how flawless you are. His hands go right back to your hips, but now he slowly moves them against his. You gasp and sigh again, the continued friction finally releasing the pressure you had.

“Wanna take off your shorts” He mumbles. You sit back and pull them off and throw them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. You look back at Tom and see him staring at you. You look down and cross your arms lightly. He lightly smiles and pulls your arms away.

“Can you take yours off?” You whisper at him. He smirks and slowly pulls them down his legs, watching you watch him.

“You’re so gorgeous baby, gonna make you feel so good.” He pulls you down so he’s over you. “Can I touch you angel?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod your head quickly and immediately put your hands in his hair, wrapping your fingers in his fluffy curls. He leans on one arm and allows one of his hands to trail from your face to your chest. His thumb rubs over your bra, making you push your chest up at him.

“My responsive little angel.” He kisses you before fully grabbing your boob, kissing the top. You whimper at the feeling and allow yourself to immerse yourself in the pleasure Tom is giving you. It’s almost magical how good he makes you feel. He moves down a little then kisses right above your belly button and lets his hand sneak down further, over your underwear. Your hips jump and you moan out at his slow circles he’s making.

“You’ve soaked through your panties princess,” He groans out, his head falling on your stomach. His hand slips into your underwear, and runs through your folds. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, your breathe is struggling to leave your lungs and your body heat is hotter than the air outside.

“Gonna slip a finger in okay?” He moves up and kisses your cheek, and slips one of his finger inside of you, causing you both to groan loudly together. His finger slowly pumps in and out easily. “So fucking wet”, you moan and your stomach flutters and jumps at every movement you feel. Your brain clouds over, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

“more please” you manage to stutter out inbetween moans. Tom slips another finger in, stretching you out a bit more. He watches you as you close your eyes while he picks up the pace. Your head falls back but your hips move in time with his hand. Your lower stomach begins to turn and coil as his hand moves faster and faster, your thighs begin to quake and your moans get louder. Tom curls his fingers and hits a spot on your walls that makes you nearly scream. The only sound your able to make is his name, over and over, sounding just like the prayers you’d heard humans make day after day. Without warning, your stomach snaps and your mind goes blank, you only feel pure euphoria. You feel your juices gush onto Toms fingers. He slows his hand down to a stop.

You tried to ask Tom what that was but aren’t able to form the question.

“Yea angel, you came for me. Your first orgasam. Took it like a champ. Such a good girl.” His voice is raspy and his eyes are bright red. His chest heaves as he moves back up your body. He pulls your bra off and then your underwear, leaving you completely naked. His briefs are incredibly tight, showing you the outline of him. Your eyes widen at the size.

“S’okay angel, gonna make you feel better than you ever have. gonna take real good care of you” His accent is stronger than you’d ever heard it before. He pulls his underwear down and his cock bounces up against his stomach.

“You ready baby?” He asks kissing your nose and cheek. You nod quickly and bite your lip. Tom grabs himself and rubs his tip across your core, spreading all your wetness around. He slowly presses the tip against your opening, stretching wider than his fingers. You spread your thighs as wide as possible to give him more space. Once just the end is in he groans and lays his head down in your neck, one of your hands grabs his bicep while the other grin the back of his neck.

“So fucking tight” He mumbles, making heat rush straight through you. He continues to slowly push into you, moaning right into your ear. Once he’s almost fully in he stops and just sits there. You take deep breathes trying to adjust to the sensation of him sitting in you. You accidentally clench causing him to moan loudly.

“Fuck angel, you do that again and I just might blow” He rasps, finding one of your hands to hold.

“Tommy, please” You whine, lightly moving your hips, fully adjusted to the feeling.

“Please what?” He presses his forehead to yours.

“Fuck me” You whisper against his lips. His hips snap at your words, making your moan out.

“You’re gonna kill me sweetheart” He begins moving his hips slowly, your heart falls and rises with each thrust he delivers to you.

“Gonna make love to you first, show you this pussy is mine” He speaks between each thrust.

“Oh god” You groan as he begins thrusting faster.

“No god down here, angel. Just a devil” He gives you his signature smirk and pounds into you, one hand gripping your hip. Your legs wrap tight around his waist.

“Fucking love you, everything about you. So pretty, so kind, so strong.” He mutters compliments in your ear as you get closer again.

“Tommy, please getting close” You screw your eyes shut and he rubs your jaw.

“Yea? Gonna come on my cock angel? Lemme see you baby, wanna watch you fall apart.” Your moans get louder and louder as his thrusts get harder and harder.

“I’m so close Tom!” You nearly shout. He angles his hips and hits the same spot as before, turning your moans to screams.

“Open your eyes, look at me baby” He grips your jaw a little tighter. You open your eyes and as soon as you meet his eyes, you fall apart, body trembling and screaming his name repeatedly. If you thought your first orgasam was near magical, this one was ground-shattering. He groans and yells your name as he finishes, warmth filling you up. You both hold each other tight as you come down. You whimpering and legs shaking, Tom breathing heavily.

Tom slips out of you and flops to beside you and pulls you close. You both allow your heartbeats to regulate and beat together.

“You’re officially unholy, angel” He smirks kissing your temple.

“What an oxymoron.” You giggle.

“I love you” He speaks rubbing your arm.

“I love you too” You happily sigh.

“Come on, lets go take a bath” He smiles, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom.

You bathe together and slip back into bed. You fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits a pillow. Tom watches as you sleep, breathe slow and deep. Your face squished against his pillows yet so relaxed. Your nightgown is slipping off your shoulder and he can’t help but smile. You were his little angel, he had no idea he could ever love someone so much. He wanted to marry you, start a family and rule his kingdom with you right by his side. He hates God for putting you through all of that bullshit. You were nothing but kind and loving, your demon side just making you brave and daring. You were far from evil, yet they ripped your wing off just like they did to him. He’s nervous but ready for the war. He has no idea when the angels will come kicking on Hells gates but he’s ready to tear them limb for limb and watch them burn. He’d been having his demons and witches working double hard to hide Hell from them, but he know as soon as he dropped the charms and magic, they’d come flooding in. He watches your wings flutter as you dreamed. He stared at them in awe. He loves your wings, how the flapped a bit when you were excited, how they shuttered when you were coming under him. He just loved you, everything about you. Mostly he loved how much you loved him back. He was sure you were the love his life, his soulmate. He’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you, or even looked at you funny. He found himself falling asleep, pulling you closer into him.

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[shewhowantsmouseears]

The Little Peach, Chapter 6

Notes: Big thanks to my awesome editor Drucilla!

Not much to say here, except that I love Panchito forever and always. With that, Momotaro has gathered the dog, the monkey, and the pheasant - time for the real adventure to begin!

Summary: As the Oni King watches over his pawns, Mickey needs a teacher just in time for a master who never had a student.

With food and friends with him, Mickey felt even more confident on the way to the Princess and the Lucky Hammer. They had left the small town far behind them, and now walked on a dirt road underneath the hot, unforgiving sun. The heat was relentless, and there were no trees nearby to shade them. Mickey made an effort to distract his allies by weaving them tales of his glorious father and his battles against the deadly Oni. Maurice ate up every word, even applauding at grand victories, but Marsupilami was less than impressed, continuously toying with the end of his long tail.

“...and with that,” Mickey finished, trying to mime the battle out and not fall off of Pluto's head, “he sliced off the Oni's horn without breaking a sweat! Humiliated, the Oni fled the countryside, unable to ever show it's face again. Oh, he vowed revenge against my father, but not once did the great sir Donald ever flinch! 'If you ever come back', he declared with his head held high, 'I'll be here, ready to repeat history!'”

Maurice clapped again and again, sounding off a few pleased grunts and Pluto's tail wagged back and forth, quietly yipping his own happiness. Marsupilami rolled his eyes at the animal applause, while Mickey flashed a prideful grin, arms crossed. “A-huh! My old man's pretty great, ain't he? And when I get the Lucky Hammer, I'm going to be just like him! There won't be an Oni that can stand up to me.”

“Listen, kid,” Marsupilami began, trying to keep the droll out of his voice, “Not that the last... seven straight hours of you yammering about your dad haven't been great...but don't you think you're setting your standards kind of out of reach?” A brief pause. “And for once, I don't mean your height.”

Mickey blinked rapidly, confused right away. “What do you mean?”

“Having a goal is fine. Having a reasonable one is even better. Having a sane one is best of all. Take me and Maurice here,” he jabbed a thumb to his friend, who had decided to pass the time by picking his teeth clean, “Our main goal is to survive. That's it. And that's easily done by the end of the day. But you? You've got...” he counted off his fingers, “Make it to the capitol, see the Princess, convince the Princess to let you use the Lucky Hammer, hope that it's not a fairy tale and it actually does make you taller,cross your fingers your folks aren't mad at you for vanishing, and then become as good a samurai as your father was. Add in all the Oni we might run into as you come and go, and boy oh boy, you've got a mile long list of impossible things in a row.”

Having never actually discussed this plan with anyone else, Mickey was astonished to hear that, yes, it did seem like a lot of odds would have to work in his favor to make it all work. He thought about this, tilting his head as he mulled it over. “I wouldn't say they're impossible,” he decided. “Just difficult. And I don't plan on giving up on any of them.”

“I didn't say you had to give up...” Marsupilami then quickly muttered under his breath, “Retreating, however, I would fully endorse.” Maurice nudged his ribs, making Marsupilami speak normally again. “I'm just saying not planning on giving up is not really a plan. I'm sure on the way to the capitol you can think of some grand speech to knock the princess' socks off, if she doesn't take one look at you and burst into pity tears...”

“Gee, thanks.”

“... but if your end goal is to be as good a samurai as your father was, you have to actually learn how to use a sword. Me and Maurice are grateful that you got him freed, but not every enemy you face is going to have something easily fixed. You're going to have to learn how to fight.”

Mickey was forced to concede that his sharp-tongued ally had a point. His enemy last time had technically been a rock, and before that, rope. Donald had been taught proper swordsmanship by his own father, and Mickey could only guess how to handle a blade based on exaggerated stories. If he wanted to carry on the family tradition and protect those he cared about, he needed to learn what he was doing – he needed a teacher.

“But where am I going to find someone to teach me?” Mickey asked out loud. “We can't go wasting time searching in every single village, or I'll never make it to the Lucky Hammer.”

“Not to mention finding someone who wouldn't give up at the sight of you,” Marsupilami felt his opinion was needed.

“Again, thanks.”

What to do, what to do? Maurice cupped his chin and tilted his head in thought, as did Marsupilami, as did Mickey, as did Pluto, who almost accidentally dropped Mickey off his head again. The heat was making it especially hard to think, and it felt as if their brains were going to get as sweaty as their bodies. They all let out a mutual “Hmmm”, which, after hearing an odd sound far off ahead, turned into a mutual “Hmmm?”

The noise turned out to be hoofbeats, belonging to one very tired horse that had four Oni riding atop it, and the poor horse was doing everything in its power to kick them off. Three of the Oni were huge, muscular brutes with beagle-faced snouts and dark hoods sitting on their necks. The fourth one was also beagle-shaped and hooded, but was also very puny, lacked any muscles, and was forced to hang onto the horse's tail if he wanted to keep on riding. The Oni sitting at the very front spotted Mickey and his companions, and pulled on the reins as tight as he could. “I found our next target, brothers!”

Marsupilami began to back up, as did Maurice. “Who's up for a good ol' retreating lesson?”

“Samurai never retreat from a battle!” Mickey declared, standing proud as he whipped out his needle-blade, Pluto dipping his head low as he growled menacingly.

“I'm not a samurai! So retreat I shall!” But the attempt was thwarted when the horse began to buck heavily in a desperate plot to rid itself of its unwanted riders, and the smallest beagle went flying and smacked into Marsupilami's head. Both of them hit the ground, but the bitty beagle was first to his feet.

“Nobody moves!” The smallest of the four Oni declared, smashing his fist into an empty palm, as if he hadn't just been through an embarrassing ordeal and could still pull off being intimidating. “This is a robbery!”

“This is a headache.” Marsupilami groaned, needing Maurice to pick him up.

“Are you sure about this, Bigtime?” asked the second Oni on the horse, poking his head over his brother's shoulder. “They don't look like they've got anything valuable on 'em. Just a little boy and his pets.” Maurice snickered about Marsupilami being deemed a pet, and Marsupilami himself considered using his long tail as a noose.

“C'mon, brothers, we're on a robbery high!” Bigtime, the smallest it seemed, implored. “We managed to get that horse with no sweat!”

“Isn't that 'cause the guy we stole it from was asleep?” asked the third Oni on the horse.

“It still counts! Burger, Bankjob, Bouncer, help me round them up! We'll steal from them until there's nothing left!” Bigtime then swung his fist forward, and  Marsupilami barely dodged in time – but in a frantic effort to run away, he wound up tripping over his own tail and getting caught up in it.

Bouncer and Bankjob jumped off the horse to join the fray – Maurice lifted his arms to clobber Bouncer with his fists clenched tightly together, but Bouncer head-butted his stomach hard enough to send the giant gorilla wheezing. Bankjob lifted Pluto up by his tail, and was rewarded with a huge sharp bite to his forearm. He howled and dropped the pup, and Mickey leaped from Pluto's head, running up Bankjob's arm, sword at the ready – but unsure where to cut, and now with Marsupilami's doubting words in his heads, how to even move. “Get away from my friends, you-”

Bankjob merely flicked his finger at Mickey, and Mickey yelped as he soared off Bankjob's arm. Maurice caught him in his hands, and Mickey uttered a winded “Thanks, pal.” Now they were surrounded by the Oni all around, with no means of escape, at least not without a violent end. Mickey stood up in Maurice's palms, aching but still determined, both hands on the sewing needle. “I'm not giving up without a fight! There has to be something we can do!”

Bigtime laughed wickedly, taking sadistic pleasure in Mickey's hopes. “Types like you are a real riot, little boy! You think just saying 'I won't give up' is going to earn you any favors in this world?”

“It earned my favor.”

“Shut up, Bankjob!”

Bankjob temporarily stopped his menacing. “I didn't say anything, Bigtime.”

“Me neither,” said Bouncer.

“Wasn't me,” Burger shrugged atop the horse.

That left the sudden stranger standing in the midst of all the Beagles – which startled them so much they all jumped in different directions. Everyone had been so absorbed in the clobber-fest that they hadn't noticed the skinny young man who had casually strolled up on the road, watching the mess unfold. He lifted his wide-brimmed circular straw hat, revealing a smiling red rooster who waved cheerfully at those he just surprised. His plainclothes were dusty with faint traces of mud, but what stood out to Mickey was the long, dark scabbard hanging loosely off his belt – and the elegant handle sticking out, a thick ivory design that teased the presence of a unique blade.

“Hey, isn't that the guy we stole this horse from?” Burger asked, tilting his head so he could see better – and falling off the horse completely.

“Correct you are,” said the stranger, tilting his hat courteously. “There I was, taking a rest from my endless and weary journey, only to find my dear Martinez vanished. I was very concerned I would never see my partner again, but not ten miles did I find you all hear making all this noise. You have my thanks for not adding more unnecessary miles to my journey.”

“You're welcome,” said Burger, which earned him a slap upside the head from all three of his brothers.

“I was thinking of merely taking my horse and resuming my quest,” said the stranger, fingers beginning to tap on the hilt of his sword. “But to hear such fierce determination in the face of danger... I was inspired! Why, a boy like him is someone we should all strive to be.”

“And you're gunna strive to be beaten if you don't stop with all that fancy yammering!” Bigtime barked, pointing directly at the rooster. “Bang his beak shut, bros!”

Mickey was horrified! “Hey, three against one?! That's not fair!” he tried to run forward to lend his assistance -

Only to find it unnecessary. The rooster stepped forward once, and then pulled out his sword so quickly that the hilt slammed into Bouncer's jaw, toppling him backwards. In another step, one swipe of his blade had laid a heavy gash across Bankjob's chest – not enough to cause an eruption of blood, but more than enough to make him keel over in pain, clutching himself. Bouncer held his swollen mouth, and with his free fist, moved with Burger to try and pummel the newcomer – not once did the rooster stop smiling as he leaned back and forth, dodging the punches in time so that the two beagles wound up knocking each other out.

All of this took less than thirty seconds, and the rooster had even begun to hum quietly, as if he was out for a pleasant walk. Bigtime gawked at how easily his brothers were taken down. “You... Okay, I didn't want to do this – mostly because I didn't realize I'd need it as an option – but you asked for it!” he reached into his robes and pulled out a farmer's sickle, no doubt another petty theft reward. “I'll cut you in half, then thirds, then... whatever comes after the number three!”

“Four,” the rooster answered, “Which, by happy coincidence, is how many footsteps I will need to take for this to be over.” He then held his sword in both hands, and used his left foot to move ahead. “One...”

Bigtime ran forward, brandishing his makeshift weapon with a mighty roar - “Two.” the rooster stepped to his right, and the sword cut into the Oni's left hand, “Three,” now he stepped to his left, making the same mark on the right hand, with both cuts so painful that Bigtime dropped the sickle - “Four!” Bigtime covered his face with his hands, expecting his nose to be sliced off – and didn't expect that the fourth step was a huge kick between the thighs. Mickey and his friends winced in slight sympathy as the last Beagle collapsed, joining his brothers in a pile of defeat.

Mickey was in awe, his eyes glittering like new starlight. “That...that was amazing!” It was the first time he'd seen real skilled swordplay in front of his very own eyes, instead of relayed in stories past. The real thing was much more exciting, much more breathtaking, much more inspiring! His heart was beating wildly, and he jumped off of Maurice's hands to take his usual place atop Pluto. “You took them out without breaking a sweat! We're in your debt, sir!”

“Keep in mind,” Marsupilami added, having mostly been faking how tied up he was so he could keep out of danger, “That if we didn't have anything for them to steal for us, we certainly don't have anything to repay you with.”

The rooster cocked his head, and then laughed high and loud, returning his sword to his scabbard. “Ah, what an interesting group I've come across today! I need no thanks, for I consider it part of my training! Instead, I wish to thank you. Had they not run into you, they might have gotten away with Martinez.” He fondly stroked his horse's man, and the horse whinnied its thanks as well. The rooster then cleared his throat, and made a grand, sweeping bow so low he almost knocked off his hat. “I am Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González the Third.”

Marsupilami snorted, and then whispered a joke to Maurice, “If we keep getting buddies with longer and longer names, the next guy will have one that lasts to the next page.” He then drew himself up, wanting his introduction next. “I am  - HAVING MY PRIVATE SPACE INVADED!”

Panchito had, without any warning or hint, gone right up to Marsupilami and given him a yank on his tail in order to twirl him around – as he did this, he took out a single green feather from within his robes, and declared, “Not him.” He then dropped the dizzy monkey man and proceeded to spin Maurice around with one mighty push, doing the same check-over. “Not him either.” Pluto backed up, not wanting to be made into a pirouetting pup, but when Panchito looked him and Mickey over, he merely shook his head. “And both of you are two small to have been him.”

Didn't that just raise millions of questions? “Him?” Mickey asked, while Maurice and Marsupilami leaned on each other for support. “Who's him? And what are you checking us for?”

Panchito sighed, twirling the thin green feather in his hands. “That is a long and shameful story, my friend.”

“But you'll power through and tell us anyway,” Marsupilami deadpanned as he tried to keep his stomach's insides where they belonged.

“In my homeland,” Panchito began, “My family owns a dojo that spans back many years. Decade after decade, we trained the finest fighters, and the most skilled swordsmen. I am the heir to the dojo, but in my youth, I arrogantly believed this made me better than everyone else – that I was born to be better! Instead of teaching new students as I was supposed to, I challenged them in battle constantly, and mocked them when they lost. My pride was so great that I tried to challenge everyone who even so much as glanced in my direction. I believed no one could ever defeat me, and because of that, I had the right to bully everyone. If someone didn't like my attitude, I could always defeat them with one twist of my sword. I was an arrogant tyrant, one who fed off glory...then, several years ago, the Oni came to our village.”

“We were one of the earliest villages to be attacked when the new Oni King took his throne. But the Oni that came to our village said we could live in peace, so long as we surrendered to them. I saw an opportunity for a fight, and I challenged them, ignoring the pleas of my people. I cared more for my bloodlust than their safety, and... I got my tail handed to me. Several times. I kept getting up, and they kept putting me down. I refused to surrender, even when my bones were broken and my eyes were blinded by blood and dust. The Oni grew angry at my insistence, and even though they had offered peace, they decided I was worth the kill. My people must have thought the same, and I cannot blame them – not one of them came to my aide, perhaps thinking that if I was gone, so would all the troubles I brought.”

“Just when it seemed like I was done for... one lone samurai took down the Oni that had me by the throat. No one knew who he was, or where he came from. The Oni demanded to know why he was helping me, when he didn't even belong to the village. All he said was... 'When I see a nice face in trouble, I can't help myself.' Then, without another word, he took down each Oni, one by one, until they ran for the hills and left our village alone. I was blown away – saving my life, a complete stranger, all for one silly reason? At first, instead of feeling grateful, I was insulted. I could barely see him, but I still made a swipe for him, and I said... 'You have no idea who I am! I don't need your help or your pity! Why did you think me worth saving'? And while I couldn't make out his face... I somehow knew he was smiling when he replied...”

If that's how you feel, why don't you make yourself a life worth saving?

Panchito inhaled deeply, then exhaled just as strongly. “That one sentence...completely changed me. What was my life worth? Had it any value or meaning? Being the strongest was no meaning at all... you grow weak when you are old, and you will always find someone who can use their strength better than you can. So there I was, without point or purpose. Why bother waking up in the morning or letting myself breathe the same air as everyone else? Thus, within that moment, I resolved to do just as he said...I would make myself a life worth saving – by repaying him for saving it! I vowed to follow him to the ends of the earth to be his loyal follower, his steadfast attendant, and show him proper gratitude for saving my life. Because of that battle, I don't know what he looks like, or even his name...all I have is this single feather.”

“And you couldn't tell with one look we weren't a match?” Marsupilami huffed. “Are you just that desperate or just that dumb?”

As usual, Marsupilami went ignored. “And when I find him, I will declare... 'Sir! I am Panchito  Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González the Third!'” He banged once on his chest, back straight and proud, face serious and fiery! “I have come to you to learn your ways and repay my debt! If it takes me the rest of my life, I will obey your every command, and make sure your fight was not in vain! Do me the honor of becoming my sensei!” Then, with one breath, Panchito relapsed into his carefree attitude, and turned around. “Well, goodbye.”

“Goodbye?!” Mickey repeated in shock, urging Pluto to go after him. “After all that, goodbye?”

“Did I not just explain my quest?” Panchito asked as he took a hold of Martinez' reins. “Nice as you all are, I can't abandon my journey any longer for chitchat.”

“But I could really use your help!” Mickey implored, hopping off of Pluto's head to climb up Panchito's arm. “I want to be a samurai just like my father, a noble warrior who can protect anyone! I'm headed to the capitol so I can use the Lucky Hammer and become normal-sized, but that won't mean squat if I still can't use a sword! Someone like you could teach me a whole lot!”

Panchito raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not wholly sold just yet. “I never managed to teach anyone at the dojo...and I'm not sure how I could begin training someone with your... unusual problem.”

“I'm beggin' you!” Mickey pleaded, now at Panchito's shoulders, his hands together tightly. “I want to help people, and make my father proud! I can't do either as I am! I'll do anything if it means I can make my own life have worth too!”

Panchito cupped his beak, mulling it over back and forth, but considering the smile he was wearing, it was clear he'd long since made his choice. “Hmmm... The capitol is one of the places I haven't searched yet. Very well! We shall combine our goals... you, what is your name?”

Mickey bowed deeply, making sure to keep his balance so he wouldn't fall off Panchito's shoulder. “I'm Mickey! These are my friends, Pluto, Marsupilami and Maurice! We're on a quest of our own, to get the Lucky Hammer so I can become a normal-sized person and bring honor to my family!”

“I'd say they've got plenty to start with, given they have such a courageous young man!” Panchito climbed atop his horse, growing more excited with every passing second. “Then from this day onward, small Mickey, you will be my kouhai, and I will be your senpai! I'll teach you everything I know, and we will have a bond stronger than our steel swords! You have my loyalty until end of time! Onward!” he declared, though he only gave his horse a gentle nudging for a slow walk, “To the capitol, where you take destiny with your own two hands!”

“Sheesh,” Marsupilami muttered as he, Pluto and Maurice followed along. “If this guy could lay it on any thicker, we'd be drowning.” But he had to concede since Mickey now had a proper teacher, he had less to complain about in the way of goals. Maybe Mickey's steadfast confidence was rubbing off on him, little by little – not that Mickey could do anything big by big.

With the new companion keen to show Mickey the ins and outs of the blade, the expanded group continued forth to the capitol. Mickey took every lesson Panchito gave to heart, and practiced every single second he could, even when his body begged for a break. For the sake of his family who were trapped under the Oni's rule, and for his father who refused to acknowledge him, Mickey pushed past every pain and every ache, and though he felt no stronger for it, his determination grew more and more with every passing day.

No matter what it took, he would give his life meaning, and make his father grateful he had such a son. Why, it soon came to be that Mickey felt he would take on the Oni King himself, if that would earn Donald's favor.

Of course, like any sane person, he hoped it wouldn't actually come to that.

~*~

Nor was the Oni King eager for any dramatic confrontation anytime soon, not that he had any idea it was coming. He was far too focused on his own goals, and while he still had yet to locate the treasure he was seeking, he was sure it was only a matter of time. Patience was a difficult thing to master, yet he knew he had no choice but to command it. Still, if he could find a way to skip all the hard work and just cheat to get what he wanted, he would've grabbed that choice – like how he “cheated” to get the throne by offing off the former Oni King and his family.

He would have thought the same blood and scares would work on the mortals, especially the Emperor and the Princess, but who would've thought they were made of sterner stuff, and not so easily frightened? He didn't understand it, and he decided that when all of Japan was his to control, the Princess would be made to suffer the most, if only because she was such an annoyance, just like her father. Thinking of her now, in the dead of night, as he stood atop a rooftop and watched the sky, his blood boiled and he gnashed his teeth. Insipid brat! Who did she think she was, openly defying him?

Being “strong for her people”, bah! If she had any grain of intelligence, she'd save her own skin and hand over the Lucky Hammer. But no, she had to be just like the last Oni King... with that arrogant expression, that refusal to back down in the face of someone superior... No wonder he hated her so much. If things kept up this way, she'd meet the same fate, and he'd be glad to give it to her, even for all her lovely looks. It was the destiny of the weak to be ruled by the strong. Therefore, ruling all of Japan – and perhaps even what lay beyond – was his right.

While it was nice to fantasize about the future, he had to focus on the present, and the full moon allowed him to see what he was looking for. The numbers weren't growing as fast as he'd like, but it was better than nothing. He had to bide his time, until the Lucky Hammer was in his hands. Until then, his men would do all the hard work in conquering and capturing – why should the King have to do everything? They should be grateful he wasn't stomping on their heads and ripping them apart. Serving him was an honor.

Counting all the signals would take all night, but he didn't need to sleep much. In the hours of day, he could try to get away with a nap or two. Maybe then he'd think of a brilliant idea of how to get the Lucky Hammer. But until that new idea came up, he had to force himself to settle with his current one...

… becoming the Princess' husband.

#fanfic #the little peach #mickey mouse #pluto #panchito pistoles

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A Few Days Till Love

     Elizabeth walked with her group, trudging through dry land. Her breaths were shaky. She could hear the breaths of the group behind her, hoarse and on the verge of wheezing, the group that like her, was looking for a home. The twilight had crashed upon them, and there was immense darkness. Suddenly, a light, golden and glorius shown. When Elizabeth looked up, she saw a towering wall of golden wisps of light, and inside, stretched green fields. Elizabeth wondered for a moment if she was hallucinating, but when she looked back, it appeared that everyone else was seeing the same thing. Reluctantly, Elizabeth put her hand through the wall. Her skin seemed to glow. She was drawn towards the change, and stepped in. Her mind felt at peace, abruptly. She looked to her group and smiled, waving them in. They gasped at their newfound beauty. The people would call this place Perfectus Decore.      Perfectus Decore's population grew more and more every day. With almost every child there was beauty. The people were born with the beauty of Gods and Godesses. Almost.      "My dearest kingdom, I love you as I love my own blood. That is why, I choose now to give you to my son. He is a smart, kind and reasonable man. You will see that by his looks, he is fit to be your king." King Dolor spoke, projecting his voice to the crowd. "We are nothing but perfect," Prince Adrian sneered. They were as perfect as a rainy sandwich picnic. "and your new King Adrian will only lead us closer!" Adrian stepped into the sight of the Decorean people. He heard gasps. He had always known that even in his people he was exceptionally extra in good looks. Adrian looked at the crowd above him, and he saw why he had wanted to become King so badly. Slaves. The unnatractive were placed as slaves, made to do jobs as gardening, sewing, and in this case, guarding. Among the guards, Adrian saw the most unnatractive boy. He knew be was definitely the most because everyone did. The information was spread when the boy was born. Adrian sucked in a breath.      "My fellow citizens. It is if the highest honor to be placed at this position. I thank my parents for lending me it, however, I know there is great responsibility. I also believe that we still have not lived up to our fullest potential, but, I will lead you there." Adrian heard cheers, but felt nothing. He knew that these peoe thought that ugly meant evil. He knew that that couldn't possibly be true, because everyone HAD to be different. He rode back home on his stallion, and rested his head after hours of attempting a speech to covince people to oppose slavery.      When Adrian woke up, he heard a small clink and knew it was Abigail, a young maid girl who delivered him tea everyday. Adrian stretched and yawned.      "Thank you Abigail dearest." He griggily said. She nodded curtly and opened her mouth to speak.      "Lord Dolor wishes for you to hunt today. I have left a map on your tea tray, you will be going with an unnatractive, sadly however, it is most likely Jackson Orwell, the boy..." her voiced trailed off, but Adrian knew what she meant. He drank his tea and was on his way.       When Adrian saw the slave boy, he wanted to think nice, but it was hard because... Jackson WAS ugly. Really, really ugly. Everything about him seemed to be drab. But, Adrian smiled.      "Jackson Orwell? You've made quite a name. I suppose you know how to hunt?" Jackson nodded, looking directly through Adrian, a rock could've shown more emotion. But Adrian could see the slight shake of his hands. "Well, let's get going."      Jackson and Adrian rode their horse quietly, unnatractive were rarely allowed to ride their own steed, looking for any game.      "There seems to be a lack of animals..." Adrian stated, knowing what he was saying was extremely obvious. Jackson's eyes seemed to widen at this sudden start of conversation.      "There has been r-rumors that the magic is weakening, and its killing them."      "No, I doubt that. If that were so, our buildings and stunningness would fade."      "Your stunningness would fade, mine would not even exist in the first place." Adrian was surprised at his outburst of self-loathing. Or any emotion from Jackson. Adrian had assumed he had the personality of a garbage can. He opened his mouth to speak, when his stallion stopped rather abruptly and neighed. Adrian looked in front of him and saw a small home. He could also see grey wisps of magic surrounding it, which clashed with the edge of Perfectus Decore's golden border. Jackson jumped off the horse and looked at Adrian with a look. He knew what it meant.      "You always have permission to speak when it's just us, Mr. Orwell." Jackson's mouth opened and he took a step back. Adrian was sure no one said anything like that before, or even call him Mr. "You look like a fish when you do that. Go on, say what you need."      "Its uh- there's a woman, or a girl, its hard to tell, in there." Jackson pointed to the small home and sure enough, there was a girl.      "Shouldn't we get her?" Adrian asked. Jackson nodded. Adrian pulled a sword from his weapons belt and leapt, graceful as a dying ostrich, off of the horse. "Follow us, Doo Roo." He said. Jackson pulled a look.      "You named him... Doo Roo?" He asked.      "Don't make me take away your talking rights, Orwell." Adrian snapped, fending off memories if his child self not knowing how good names worked. Adrian saw as Jackson shut his pretty little fish mouth and began walking towards the field of dark magic, Jackson right by him.      Adrian saw the girl look up, and she began bolting towards them. The moment she crossed out the field, she looked as if she realized something. Something happened in those small moments, but apparently there were 2 giant wolves almost 4 times as large as the girl, who appeared to be the tallest of the three. Adrian and Jackson attempted to take down the wolves, but were struck down in pain by agonizing claw marks. Adrian panicked as the girl picked up his sword, not knowing if she was well trained to fight. Hell yeah she was. She took down the wolves in a few minutes, killing them both. She looked proud for a moment, but her smile dropped. She ran over to the boys, shouting "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH" the whole way.       "I am so sorry! I forgot that there were people dying over here!" She was very panicky. She plopped down next to Adrian and Jackson, and began to heal them with magic. "I'm lucky at least. I met two boys like you." Jackson raised an eyebrow. "I mean the two of you are handsome. M'names Penelope." Jackson's eyebrow raised higher.      "What do you mean? I'm ugly, and so are you." Penolope looked taken aback, and Adrian laughed.      "Were you born here, Penolope?" Adrian asked, sitting up.      "No, um... I'm from the outside. When we got in something about something didn't work so the King made me and my ma stay in the remote place. Ma died not to long ago," she began rambling but stopped, and her cheeks flushed. "I speak a lot. Sorry."      "The magic wall didn't work. Not a first. Makes people look nice." Adrian stated.      "And if course they hid you. They think unnatractive is evil, and you are a very pleasant young lady." Jackson added. Penelope flushed, then Jackson did a miraculous thing. He smiled. It was like the Gods pitied the other two and sent down a gift, Halle-fucking-lujah, look at that warmth. Adrian smiled as well.      "Perhaps we can spend the night somewhere, its getting dark-" he cut off. "Penelope, why are you so eager to be with us? Its um... a bit creepy."      "I told you. I was locked in there for a damn long time... Now that the magic is down, maybe you can spend the night in my house. Adrian stood, and so did Jackson.      "Your kindness knows no bounds." Adrian thought out loud. Jackson nodded and Penelope smiled and walked into towards the home.       "Your kingdom's does if they base everything off of looks." Jackson made a whistling noise, and Adrian glared at him.      The night was well, with Doo Roo sleeping in the back with Penelope's horse Hayley. Adrian looked at Jackson and Penelope who were sitting next to each other, laughing. Without him needed. Adrian rolled his shoulders and stepped outside. Maybe night would keep him company. He took a deep breath, then exhaled quickly realizing it smelt awful. He walked back inside to notice that the two were sitting closer together now. As if they were one melting ooey gooey thing. Adrian thought. What the heck was that? You need sleep. Adrian also thought.      "Where might we sleep, dear Penelope?" He inquired.      "My mother's room is upstairs, but one is gonna have to share, there's only mine and hers." She answered, her voice soft. Jackson looked into her eyes as she spoke.      "I will share with King Adrian if he does not mind it. I wouldn't want us to feel uncomfortable to share a bed with a woman who isn't my lover." Penelope nodded and tidied up. "Thank you, Penelope, for taking us into your care." Jackson added, before trudging up the stairs. Adrian stared.      "You going to sleep?" Penelope asked.      "I don't know, I'm not all that tired, plus I've never shared my bed with someone. Seems odd." Adrian questioned his secpnd answer. He wouldn't be uncomfortable sharing with Penelope or his own parents. He guessed he just disliked Jackson. Or didn't trust him.      "Well, sit down, chat with me till you feel tired." Penelope commanded. Adrian sat down. "Tell me more about the place you  come from, and apparently rule."       "A long while ago, it was founded by outsiders, who came in and started a home. The population grew, along with laws abd culture... Everything there is beautiful." Adrian thought for a moment, and scoweled. "Except the slavery. You see, people think that being ugly means you are evil, so they put them as slaves." Penelope looked up.       "Jacky... is he a slave?" She looked back to him.       "Yes. He has been deemed the ugliest in the land."       "Hmm... where I come from, he's pretty handsome."       "I guess I could agree. Lately I've been seeing things from outside our country, and been realizing we're the odd ones. I've been attempting to see from a different worldview. You know, one without slavery."       "How'd you come to be king?"       "Originally, they were going to give it to my sister. You see, royalty is chosen by, brace yourself, you might die of shock, looks. If a child has more beauty than the king, he or she is the heir. Then, it goes down by family until the cycle restarts. If you are to have two children, the prettier is the heir. My sister and I were the same in looks, so we had a petty week long fight. It once got so bad I bloodied her nose with a pillow. So yeah, she gave up." Penelope laughed. Adrian smiled. "I was passionate to end slavery, I guess."        "That's cool." Adrian nodded, then yawned. "Sleep, Pillow Boy. Tell Jacky that you can stay here for as long as you need." Adrian nodded then smiled. After bidding Penelope a good night, he walked upstairs to see a sleeping shirtless "Jacky". He saw whip marks on his rather pale back, compared to Adrian's own dark skin. Adrian shimmied into bed , careful not to wake the sleeping man, who he realized he did not know much about, and while thinking that thought, he fell into rest.       Adrian woke and was in sudden panic. This wasn't his bed. Who's this person next to him- he put his hand out. Oh. Right. Jackson.       "...King Adrian?" It was muffled. Adrian pulled his hand away and sat up.       "My apologies, Jackson. I was confused. Or, should I say 'Jacky'?" Something about his closeness with darling Penelope upset him. Jackson flushed and shrunk away.       "I like having a nickname..." He stated quietly. Adrian scoffed.       "By the by, Penelope said she is letting us stay for as long as we need." Adrian walked downstairs, where an aroma hit his nose. He saw Penelope, and breakfast. Food, yay. He heard heavy footsteps behind him and knew they were Jackson's. Adrian stepped out of his way. Jackson looked at him. He looked concerned. When Adrian glared ever so slightly he walked away. Adrian then followed and sat at the table they ate at last night.        "Penelope, you don't have to care for us." He said.        "Well, you tried to save me so I might as well." She hummed.        "Emphasis on tried. We kind of just flailed around these sharp metal sticks and almost got mauled." Jackson sounded glum. Penelope recognized this and changed the subject.        "What were you doing out there anyways?"        "Hunting. Didn't find much though."        "Oh- uh... haha..." Penelope nervously laughed. "That's the magic. Whatever animal crosses that magical field a- dies, b- gets used for those wolves. My mom made it, in case anyone attacked."        "Attacked?" Jackson asked.        "My dad would do that. Just have his mercy run down and not let you live here. Genuine dick, he is."        "You are what you eat?" Penelope asked. Adrian choked on his food and Jackson bit his lip. Penelope smiled.        They spent two days more in Penelope's home, getting to know each other. They found out that Penelope was latina, and a lot of where she came from, her family. Adrian took an interest, and so it seemed, did Jackson. Jackson spoke of slave life. Adrian would always listen. He spoke of dear childhood memories. Sometimes, he and Jackson hung out by themselves. Jackson told Adrian he had to be passionate about his speeches, and Adrian told him he should speak up more, he was interesting. One day, while they were cleaning, Adrian paused.      "Maybe... we should head home today."      "Only if I come with." Penelope said. Jackson nodded.      "When should we leave?" Penelope dropped everything.      "Now."      They were almost there, Adrian and Jackson on Doo Roo, and Penelope on Hayley.      "When we get there, I'm going to have to convince a whole country and a council to give unnatractives rights. I'll need your guys' help."      "No problem." Replied Pen.      "Oh no, I'd rather not have rights. I miss the whippings." Jackson remarked. Adrian laughed.       Finally, they were in the actual town. Adrian smiled. He realized now how much he longed to return. They quickly fed their steeds and walked into town. Adrian was approached by people, worried and amazed. He waved it all off and called for a meeting, for people to hear what he had to say. When it started, he had no idea what to say. Adrian looked back at Penelope and Jackson and raised an eyebrow. Jackson put a hand on his opposite shoulder.      "Tell them what happened, go on from that, OK?" He smiled. Adrian straightened his back and began speaking of why he was gone for so long. Then he pushed more passion out, more words out, all for rights. They booed. Adrian glared. He would meet with the council anyways.      The council was silent, they all looked at Jackson and Penelope with suspicion and curiosity.      "My f-fellow council members," Adrian began. Jackson glared at him. Adrian took a deep breath. "I have come here to speak about the rights of unnatractives." Adrian and the council argued, Jackson and Penelope weighing in occasionally. Finally, there was silence. "We... shall cast the vote now." Adrian's voice was dry. He watched as the council picked up the paper in front of them and wrote their answer. It was a simple yes or no. They got the votes. Adrian read them, and smiled.      "Oh, Lord." Adrian heard Jackson say. Instinctively, they tightly hugged. Penelope hugged Adrian, even tighter than Jackson did.      "Now, King Adrian, you must convince the people." Adrian felt dizzy.       "Yes... yes of course."       He once more stood in front of his people.       "My citizens, I am here to announce that the rights law has passed." There was mighty roars from the crowd. Adrian saw his father and mother look disappointed.       "Penelope... your ma was a witch, right?" Jackson asked quietly.       "She was."       "Are you?"       "Yes..."       "Can you share memories, their sight and sound?"        "I can." She looked proud.        "Do it. Show them all my memories." Penelope looked stunned, but obliged. Jackson showed everyone awful memories of pain and sorrow. He looked sick. Adrian looked to him, then went up and hugged him. Jackson shuffled, but hugged back. A million questions went through Adrian's head. Was he himself in love with Penelope? Was he willing to give up the huge part of him just so Jackson could be happy? He remembered everything Jackson said about his life, every awful bit. Yes. He was willing.      Months had passed. People slowly became more accepting of the unnatractive. Jackson himself, had actually spent time properly courting his lover, instead of random lonely meetings in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere. Now, he was in front of an altar. He heard the footsteps behind him and held his breath. He never thought have this for so many reasons. The footsteps stopped. He looked to his side to see Penelope, in a lovely white dress. He sighed and smiled at her.      "Can you tell him to not wimp out on our wedding?" He mouthed.      "Why can't you?"      "Don't have the heart."      "Fiiine..." She turned her head towards the side. "Aid, I swear to god I will smite you. Get up there, get married." She commanded. The footsteps came back for a brief time, and Adrian was by Jackson's side. The priest started his vows but Jackson didn't really listen.      "I do." He firmly stated. The priest asked Adrian.       "Y-yeah... um... uh m-me too." He said, shaking.        "You can now kiss the nervous mess." The priest said. With that, Jackson leaned in, and their lips fit together.

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