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aphroditelovesu · 3 months

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The Lost Queen - XI

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.

— word count: 2,268.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog, @silmawensgarden.

— the lost queen series masterlist.

Chapter 11

In agitated and pulsating Babylon, life flowed incessantly, without pause for rest. Its inhabitants were driven by an inexhaustible energy, immersed in different activities that filled their days. Under a sky permeated with seduction, the city exuded an irresistible charm, conquering all who dared to cross its limits. And in the midst of this frenzy, the Hanging Gardens stood majestically, silent witnesses to the magnificence and beauty of the city.

The city's famous Hanging Gardens not only added beauty to the urban scenery, but also aroused admiration in everyone who looked at them. It was said that it was one of the Seven Wonders and that it should be worshiped.

The story of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon was even more fascinating.

A long time ago, in ancient Babylon, the powerful king Nebuchadnezzar II reigned. He ruled firmly, but also had a sensitive heart for the beauty and well-being of his people. However, his wife, Queen Amytis, felt a deep nostalgia for her homeland, the lush mountainous region of Persia, where gardens were abundant.

To gladden the queen's heart and create a grand gift, King Nebuchadnezzar II ordered the construction of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Built into a magnificent structure of raised terraces, these gardens were designed to recreate the exuberance and serenity of Persian gardens amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.

The architects and engineers worked tirelessly, bringing to life a true verdant paradise in the heart of Babylon. Using an intricate network of water channels and irrigation systems, they managed to flow water from the depths of the Euphrates River to the highest terraces, nourishing the exotic plants and leafy trees.

When the Hanging Gardens were finally completed, they became a breathtaking spectacle for all who beheld them. The terraces were adorned with a dazzling array of fragrant flowers, fruit trees and lush greenery, creating a haven of peace and beauty for their beloved Queen.

It was a beautiful city, with a rich and vivid history. It would be a shame if the city fell into the hands of the savage Macedonians. The Persians believed that if the city fell into enemy hands, then the entire Empire would be doomed.

Darius knew this, he was more aware that if something happened to the city, everything would be lost. His defeat in the last battle had already been crushing, he could not be defeated again.

The Persian King sighed, frustrated and sat down on the chair in front of the table full of maps. He poured some wine into his glass and drank it, rubbing his temples irritably. He would have to do something quickly about this or risk losing everything.

The tent flap was opened and Darius frowned when he saw his detestable relative, Bessus. The man smiled mischievously and approached his King.

"You look terrible." Bessus commented, as he took a seat in front of Darius and grabbed some wine for himself.

Darius didn't respond, just drank his wine.

One side of Bessus' mouth quirked up and he chuckled, "You look tense."

"I am tense." Darius grumbled, adjusting his posture. He could never show himself weak in front of this relative of his.

"I can see that," Bessus murmured, stroking his black beard, "Maybe you need some good news."

Darius looked up and looked at Bessus, curious.

"Ah, have I piqued your interest?" Bessus laughed.

"Say it at once."

Bessus placed the glass on the table and smiled like a predator, "Our friend, Alexander, recently got married."

Darius raised his eyebrow, clearly interested in where this conversation was going.

"A certain (Y/N), from what the spies told me."

(Y/N)? It was a different name, one he didn't remember ever hearing.

"And who would this be (Y/N)?" Darius asked, placing the glass on the table.

"Someone who can be useful to us." Bessus licked his lips, as if savoring the idea. Darius stopped himself from shuddering.

"And how could she be useful? She's just his wife."

"That's why, my King. She's his wife and from what I've heard, he seems to care a lot about her. I've heard rumors that he almost killed his own General because of her."

Darius thought. Maybe she could be of help after all. If Alexander really cared so much about her, there would be an advantage.

"And from what my spies are saying, she could be pregnant." Bessus said, rubbing his hands together.

"And what do you suggest I do with this information?"

Bessus laughed darkly, "Bring her to us, Darius. I have spies ready to infiltrate the Macedonian camp, one word from you and she will be brought to us."

Darius didn't like the idea of kidnapping a pregnant woman, but these were desperate times. He could not suffer another humiliating defeat to Alexander. These were war times, after all. And all is fair in war.

Darius nodded hesitantly, "Do it."

Bessus smiled widely and stood up, turning his back to Darius.

"Bessus," Darius called in a serious, lethal voice, "Don't hurt her."

Bessus nodded, "I won't."

As Bessus exited his tent, Darius sighed loudly. He wasn't sure what he had ordered, but he knew it was too late to reverse it. He could not show weakness in front of his soldiers. Not now.

He needed to relax and so he called a name, "Bagoas."

Darius didn't even blink when the eunuch appeared in front of him and began to remove his overcoat. He needed this to clear his mind about what he was about to do.

The women looked terrified.

You felt sorry for the Persian women, the captives. It was obvious what would happen to them and you felt sick to your stomach just thinking about their possible fate. Although Alexander had prohibited rape, it was inevitable.

You would have to talk to him about it. It was unacceptable and since you were the Queen, you would have something to say about it.

You watched the Persian royal family carefully. After Darius's defeat at the Battle of Issus, he left his mother, wife and daughters behind. You already knew this story and couldn't help but be curious as you watched the women.

You were next to Hephaestion and Alexander, who were also watching the women carefully. At least these wouldn't suffer a bad fate.

Not now, at least.

The oldest of the women, who you immediately recognized as Sisygambis, the mother of Darius, approached Hephaestion and fell at his feet, prostrating herself and begging for mercy.

You bit back a laugh when you saw how Hephaestion's eyes widened in surprise.

"Please, Grand King, I ask that you spare my granddaughters..." The woman muttered, as she still had her face lowered in her hands on the floor of the tent. Hephaestion muttered something under his breath and looked desperately at Alexander.

Sisygambis turned pale when she realized her mistake, fearing that she had offended the King by mistaking him for a mere general.

Alexander decided to say something, "Don't worry, mother. He's also Alexander."

You held back a laugh when you heard the well-known words of Alexander the Great. It was like watching a movie in first person.

Alexander turned to you, "And here is my wife and Queen, (Y/N)."

You blushed a little at being called that. It was still strange and you were sure it would take a while to get used to being called that.

Straightening your posture, you smiled gently at the women, who watched you carefully. With a calm and serene tone of voice, you greeted them, ''It's a pleasure and an honor to meet you.''

Sisygambis smiled and nodded at her granddaughters, who bowed at you.

You waved your hands, "No, no. Don't worry about it, it's not necessary."

They seemed a little disoriented and confused, but they respected your request. Alexander seemed satisfied and began talking to the women.

You didn't pay much attention when you felt a wave of nausea. You bottled it up and held firm, but you knew full well what that could mean.

After your wedding night a few weeks ago, you continued to share a bed with Alexander a few times and, obviously, there were no contraceptives available and a very high chance of you being pregnant was plaguing you.

You didn't know what you were supposed to think about this. Having children had never been a goal of yours, sure, you had thought about it before, but the idea of actually expecting was scary.

You considered yourself too young to be a mother and the current scenario definitely didn't help. By the gods, you were more than two thousand years in the past, married to one of the greatest conquerors in history and possibly pregnant.

It all seemed like a very bad joke.

And there are still conflicts to be resolved. Cleitus had recovered well and an understanding between him and Alexander was made, it seems, the General forgave Alexander for trying to kill him and everything would return to normal between them. There was tension between the generals over this, but it seemed like everything would be fine.

Thanks to Hephaestion's diplomatic skills.

And there was the matter of Perdiccas.

You sighed just thinking about him. You hadn't spoken in weeks, he seemed determined to ignore you and you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you. You had felt something for him, but it seemed to become less and less the further away you were.

You missed him. He was one of the first, no, the first to be kind to you and someone you thought could become a friend, an ally.

But now he avoided you like the Devil avoided the Cross. When you were forced to be in the same room, he would remain silent and avoid your eyes. And when you spoke to him, he only spoke short, sharp words.

There was no longer that warmth, that kindness that you shared before.

You missed him. A lot.

But that was his choice and you would have to live with it. If he wanted to pretend that nothing ever happened between you, that you were mere acquaintances, you would do it. He could be stubborn, but you were more so.

And you couldn't put yourself at risk, not now when there was a chance you could be pregnant. This was for yourself and for this possible child.

You closed your eyes and pressed your hand over your stomach. Fearing for the uncertain future.

Perdiccas knew this was treason.

He was very aware that what he was doing could lead to him being sentenced to death. He knew it but he didn't care.

It was a crime of treason, a serious betrayal against his King, against his childhood friend and his beloved Macedonia.

But he didn't care. Something inside him just exploded on your wedding day and he knew there was nothing he could do to destroy that uncomfortable feeling.

He was jealous and angry. Jealous that Alexander had you in every way and angry with you and himself. Anger at you because you didn't choose to run away with him and at himself for not insisting.

But he was hurt, feeling betrayed. Perdiccas thought you liked him, maybe you could even be falling in love with him, but you chose Alexander over him.

And he hated you for it.

He loved you, Perdiccas knew he loved you. You awakened feelings he had never felt before for anyone and he wanted you. He wanted you just for himself, he wanted to be able to love you and adore you like the Queen you were.

You could have been happy together, just the two of you and with children in the future. Perdiccas could envision a happy future with you. You playing with his children while he watched.

You could have had a life next to each other.

But you chose to throw it all away and Perdiccas wouldn't allow it.

You would be his, one way or another.

These words repeated in the General's mind as he stealthily approached your tent with Persian spies at his side.

The camp was dark and strangely silent. Even the swashbuckling soldiers were silent.

Alexander would not share his tent today, he had much work to do with Hephaestion and Ptolemy.

It would be the perfect opportunity.

He waved his hand and the spies quickly knocked out two guards who were assigned to protect you.

Perdiccas was sure you would be asleep at this time. With silent steps, he lifted the flap of the tent and entered it, moving silently inside to where your cot was located.

He smiled like a fool in love when he saw you, asleep. You were covered by a thin blanket and your sleep seemed restless. He looked at the Persian spies and nodded.

It was now.

One of the spies approached you with a piece of fabric in his hand that had some kind of poison on it that would keep you asleep for as long as necessary.

When the cloth was placed under your nose, you woke up with a start and tried to scream, but the spy covered your mouth and pressed the cloth harder against your nose. Eventually, you stopped struggling and your eyes grew heavy, until they closed.

Perdiccas approached you and picked you up carefully. He smiled widely when he glimpsed your beauty.

Now was the time to finally have you for himself.

— lady l: WE'RE BACK, BABY! I know it took me a while to get back to this fanfic and I apologize for that. But we're back and the updates will continue as before! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and… Well, what happens now? I leave the doubt in the air… See you soon!

#the lost queen #tlq #yandere history #history #yandere historical characters #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #alexander the great x reader #fanfic #long fanfic #yandere au

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ashensgrotto · 5 months

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Never Had a Friend (like Me) - Part 1

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 (You Are Here) Part 2 Part 3

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while.

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

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I’m in the mood, to help you dude

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

***

It had been weeks since the last overblot incident… and just as long since Azul last saw you.

He sat in his office, looking over paperwork for the last quarter and rubbing his brow with worry.

The profits had started to steadily decrease following his overblot, causing the Monstro Lounge to slowly suffer the loss, like an infection slowly eating away a mer’s life. He had no one really to blame but himself for that… Azul had lost control, let his obsession get out of hand and had hurt the people closest to him.

Jade… Floyd… you.

Azul let out another large sigh and set the report down, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face. He had considered going back to the Coral Sea for holiday, but was unable to due to two reasons; one, the ice floes would’ve made the journey too dangerous to travel alone - especially since Jade and Floyd had already prepared to stay at NRC for the holidays, and two… you were still here.

Not in Octavinelle where Azul had wanted you to be, but in a rundown shack on the school property.

The building had been a dorm, once upon a time, but ghosts had moved in and scared the students to the point that the building was deemed ‘unsafe.’ However, with your charms and personality, the ghosts were easily persuaded and welcomed you in with open arms - though Azul had a sneaky suspicion that both the headwardens of Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul had likely persuaded the otherworldly spirits in exchange for access to both of their dorms. Regardless, with you no longer in Octavinelle and now at the mercy of the headmage’s “generous” nature, Azul could only watch from the shadows as you now tended to the school property in a janitorial role.

Azul leaned back in his chair, his thoughts plagued by you before an obnoxious ringing noise filled the office.

He grumbled, picking the phone up, “Monstor Lounge, this is Azul speaking.”

“Hello baby, how are you?” the familiar voice of his mother on the other end made Azul jump in surprise.

“Mother,” Azul coughed, “Hello - I apologize I hadn’t had a chance to call you. We’ve been busy lately.”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” his mother answered, “It’s been busy here too… but everything’s been calming down since the ice floes came - though I was surprised to see your letter that you were considering coming home for the holidays.”

‘Shit…’ Azul had completely forgotten about that - when (Y/N) had lived in the Octavinelle at the beginning of the year, Azul had entertained the idea of potentially inviting her to his home for the holiday, slowly and suringly getting her accustomed to the idea of staying with him - although it would prove to be a difficult task, especially now.

“However, I’m assuming that you changed plans at the last minute,” his mother continued.

“Y-yes, I was indeed planning on coming… however, Jade and Floyd both decided to stay behind so I chose to stay as well,” Azul answered, the lie slipping easily off his silver tongue, “Someone has to keep those two in line, after all.”

His mother snickered, “Don’t be saying that in front of their father though. Sevens knows what the moray will do if you say anything like that.”

Azul nodded, clearing his throat, “Um, well… What's going on with you, then? The restaurant still alright? How’s Finn?”

“Finn’s well - busy as always,” his mother answered, “Business has been getting better - hired several new staff members as well… a few sweet mers around your age, Zully.”

Azul rolled his eyes, “Mother… we’ve had this talk. I’m… not interested.”

“You might not be, but it will happen one day,” his mother’s voice was calm and soothing before she sighed on the end of the phone, “However… I have a sneaky feeling that you’re still upset about what I told you all those years ago.”

Azul bit his lip, answering, “Of course not… Soulmates? That’s ridiculous.”

“Azul…” his mother’s voice turned into a scolding tone, “There are plenty of fish out there - I know you’re still pretty young to be thinking about it, considering a mer’s life is longer than most, but shorter than a fae’s… but I only want you to be happy.”

“I am, mother,” Azul tried to smile, “I’m content where I am - I’ve gotten stronger, my business is growing, and… I’ve learned so much.”

“Perhaps, but allow me to give you a little insight - it’s something I learned long ago,” his mother prompted, “Happiness, though may be defined as ‘the state of joy or contentment,’ is typically filled by three main parts of life; success, dedication, and personal. Dedication and success go hand in hand with each other - if you work hard and are dedicated, you achieve success - even if the tasks prove to be difficult to the point that you might fail over and over again. Personal can mean time for yourself - spending time with your hobbies or doing what you love… spending time with those you care about even.”

Azul listened to his mother’s words, thinking.

“I know that you are successful and you’re dedicated,” his mother continued, “But you won’t achieve happiness if you just focus on those two things - take time for yourself now and again, look for stronger connections within your friendships… and look for someone that will want to support you and you support them.”

“I… I think I understand…” Azul answered, “I’ll… take your words into consideration.”

“I hope so - your grandmother taught me that when I was still a little octo fry many years ago,” his mother answered, a teasing tone caught in her voice.

Azul couldn’t help but smile, “Yes… Nanna always did know what was best.”

“Yes, she did, still does even… Well, I should probably let you go, then - you have a lot of stuff going on there,” his mother let out a sigh, “Just remember… I love you, baby. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you too… momma. Merry Christmas and I’ll see you at the end of the year.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Zully. Stay safe.”

Azul smiled and hung the phone up, sitting back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.

“Finding that so-called ‘other half’ is like - well - like the story of the mermaid princess and her longing to be with a human. It’s a rare occurrence that only happens once in a millennium if not longer. Anyone can be happy with or without their soulmate, Azul. There’s no reason you should go to such lengths to be with someone who may not even exist…”

Azul shook his head at the memory of that day years ago - he wanted to forget… but sevens knows he couldn’t forget you.

A sudden loud crash had Azul bolting upright, his features twisting in annoyance. As far as he knew, the only ones in the lounge were Jade and Floyd… which could only mean one thing.

Trouble.

“Those two morons…” Azul gritted his teeth, standing from his chair, “If I catch the lounge in a disarray again…”

He grabbed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulders, before placing his hat upon his head, the magestone pen morphing into the headwarden’s silver octopus topped cane. He hurried from his office and headed into the lounge.

Entering the lounge, Azul’s eyes widened at the sight.

The lounge was damaged - several tables and chairs were overturned, marred by huge cracks and scratches while lamps lay in pieces on the floor, the glass orbs scattered into a thousand fragments on the carpeted flooring and the magestones cracked and shattered as well. Azul’s eyes narrowed on Jade and Floyd’s figures, but realized they weren’t alone after all. Several students from the Scarabia dorm were there as well, their wands out and at the ready - pointing them at Jade and Floyd, who seemed to be guarding something on the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened in surprise at seeing Kalim’s magic carpet as well as Grim hiding behind the remaining two members of Octavinelle - and they weren’t alone.

You were there as well, cowering behind Jade and Floyd’s intimidating heights as the Scarabia students glared daggers at you.

“There’s no escape for you now, thieves!”

“Surrender quietly!”

“Mrow?!” Grim held his paws up, “You chased us all the way here?! You guys are seriously stubborn, you know that?”

Azul remained quiet for a moment, his eyes shifting to look you over - noticing how you had one arm close to your body. Were you hurt?

Azul’s eyes narrowed as he approached, his shoes echoing in the lounge as his stern voice addressed the situation, “What is all the commotion at this late hour?”

The students turned to look at Azul, one of them speaking quietly, “Y-you’re… Azul Ashengrotto, the housewarden of Octavinelle!”

“Would you care to explain what is going on?” Azul asked calmly, moving to stand in front of you with Jade and Floyd behind him.

“It’s none of Octavinelle’s business,” another student tsked, “Just hand over the two of them quietly.”

Azul crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he eyed you and Grim out of the corner of his eye, “Now that I’m looking closer at it - it appears to be (Y/N) and Grim sprawled out on our floor, quivering and covered in dust. Heh - I almost thought they were a pair of dust cloths.”

“Azul, please,” Azul met your gaze, “save us with your spirit of benevolence.”

“Hmm…” Azul turned back to the group of Scarabia before him.

“If you refuse to hand them over, you’ll be blamed for their wrongdoings as well,” the student warned.

“Hey - are ya yankin’ my tail here?!” Floyd’s eyes widened dangerously, his teeth peering out from behind his lips, “Who do ya think yer talkin’ to?!”

“No fighting of any kind is permitted in the Monstro Lounge,” Azul kept his arms crossed over his chest, his focus reshifting to address the situation at hand, “This is a place for gentlemen.”

“What was that? Are you interfering?” one of the students asked, “Fine, we’ll just do this the hard way.”

“Hmph, I think it’s time we asked these ill-mannered patrons to leave,” Azul growled, clicking his tongue in annoyance, “Jade. Floyd. Show them the door.”

The eel twins grinned as they moved quickly, going after the Scarabia students like the set of predators that they were. Azul was quick to move and cover (Y/N), his overcoat covering your form to protect you from the fighting, “Don’t look, my dear, I do not wish for you to see such behavior.”

“Azul - I’ve seen worse,” your voice rattled him to the core as he huffed.

“I... don’t need the reminder.”

It didn’t take long for the Scarabia students to fall back, Jade and Floyd repocketing their pens.

“Go on an’ scatter, ya bunch of minnows!” Floyd laughed eagerly.

“We’ll be eagerly awaiting your next visit to our lounge,” Jade smiled.

As the last of the students disappeared, Grim jumped for joy, “Mya-haha! We did it! You see that?! That’s what you get, you bunch of jerks!”

“We, Grim? I think you mean they - Floyd and Jade - did it,” you ask before shaking your head and turning toward the trio, “Thank you, all three of you - I don’t want to think what they would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Thanks are unneeded, my dear,” Azul answered, standing and offering his hand, “However, I’m afraid we’ll have to bill you for repair fees for the tables and chairs - not to mention the lamps and assorted dishwear that was damaged in that fight. Not to mention our own labor rates, since we were dragged into this affair.”

“WHAT?! You’re charging us for that?!” Grim asked, throwing his paws up in the air.

“Surely it’s a small price to pay for us rescuing the both of you from the inky depths of peril? After all, (Y/N) did ask for my spirit of benevolence.”

“Azul, please,” you asked quietly, “There’s a reason that the Scarabia students were after us.”

“I’m assuming it has something to do with Kalim’s magic carpet.”

“... Not really,” you answer, “We were being held hostage.”

Azul frowned, not liking the word one bit, “Explain, (Y/N).”

***

Azul muddled over what you had just told him, Grim piping up every so often to include details about the Scarabia situation to add more information as the cunning octopus thought deeply. As Azul thought, his eyes kept shifting to you, his thoughts going deeper into self-loathing; if you had remained in Octavinelle, none of this would have happened - you would’ve been safe, not having to walk to an oasis down and back again every morning before even eating, or sleeping in a closet under lock and key, or even doing battles with other students of magic when you couldn’t even cast a spell yourself.

His poor little angelfish…

Azul’s eyes widened, an idea appearing in his mind… a chance of a lifetime had just been given to him and he would be damned to let it go to waste.

A knowning smile spread across his features, “...It sounds like we should go to their aid.”

“Myra?! Did you hit your head or something when I wasn’t looking?!” Grim asked.

“Of course not!” Azul feigned harm, lifting his gloved hand to his chest, “I’ll have you know, my dear Grimmy, that the last incident forced me to reflect on my greed. I came out a changed man!”

“Oh, really?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest, “Care to explain?”

“I decided to contribute to the school as a whole, in honor of the Sea Witch’s spirit of benevolence,” Azul explained, his features turning coy, “It’s common knowledge that the housewardens are typically the ones their students go to in times of need or struggle - even the vice wardens are responsible for that as well. However, the power has to be shared equally between both the house and vice wardens - and Scarabia’s all over the place. It’s faced with a crisis now and my own classmate is in need of help - I can hardly ignore them in their time of need.”

You watched Jade and Floyd give each other knowing smiles before the twins looked at Azul, Jade asking, “What is the plan?”

“Here’s my idea,” Azul proposed, “The five of us head to Scarabia tomorrow - we’ll go under the guise that we are returning Kalim’s carpet as well as offering assistance with the dorm’s studies, this will ensure our stay especially since Octavinelle did overwhelmingly well on their finals before break…”

“No thanks to your study guides,” Grim huffed.

“Grim,” You warned.

Azul coughed and continued, “Once we’ve secured our spot within Scarabia, we’ll be able to do a bit of sneaking around to figure out what’s really going on.”

“And I’m assuming you have an idea on how to do so?” Jade asked.

“Let’s get to that point before we make any rash decisions,” Azul answered.

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” you agreed.

“(Y/N)?! Are you crazy?!” Grim asked, “We can’t go back there!”

“Grim, we really have no other options,” you turned to the feline demon, “We’ve tried contacting the Headmage, the other students can’t get into the school because the dark mirror is closed off, we have no way of contacting Riddle or Leona either… Azul’s plan is the best we have right now. Personally, I’d rather not go back, but with the way things are looking for Kalim…”

“You’re afraid there’s going to be another overblot, aren’t you, pearl?” Jade asked.

Azul blinked, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Yes, Kalim’s behavior was erratic, but it couldn’t be enough for the headwarden to go into an overblot… would it?

“I’m afraid so,” you admit, looking over at Azul, “I noticed that… when things got a little out of control, someone overblotted. I can’t bare to see another student go through that, much less a housewarden again. I’d like to try and prevent it from happening again, if possible.”

Azul nodded, “No worries, angelfish - I’ll make sure mine was the last one you saw.”

You give the housewarden a small smile of relief - thankful that he seemed to understand.

Azul remembered during his blot how the memories of his childhood came forward; the root cause of his pain and suffering that eventually became his thirst for power that festered and grew until it snapped - and you had seen it all. Whatever this strange magical gift was and how you received it, Azul was certain that it was your own form of unique magic - one that was so powerful that it may even make Malleus Draconia afraid if he knew about it; the power to look into one’s past and see everything that shaped them into who they eventually became was strong powerful magic indeed - but, of course, Azul didn’t want anyone else to know about it, considering he was victim number three to the overblot crisis that appeared to be happening this year.

Azul reaches out, offering his hand to you, “(Y/N), as headwarden of Octavinelle - allow myself and Jade and Floyd to help you and Grim solve the mystery of Kalim’s strange behavior. I’m certain the five of us plus Jamil will be able to ease Kalim’s troubles and bring back the peace Scarabia so desperately needs. Do we have a deal?”

You look at his hand, the memory of the first day you met him and the day you lost your legs both playing in your mind - but what choice did you have? You look at him and take his hand, squeezing it.

“Promise - this will make us even?”

“Indeed. I promise.”

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itcameuponamidnightqueer · 2 months

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hi there! Hope you’re well. I was wondering if you’ve read any avatrice fics recently you’d recommend—ppl who love Chanel have good taste imho :)

hey! so sorry i left this unanswered for so long; i got inspired to create a setting for a d&d campaign and that urge only just let go of me long enough to focus on other things :) i hope you're still around to read this answer!

in general, i highly rec anything that jtl07 and littledata have written; those are two authors where i will drop just about anything i'm doing to read whatever they post. also a poke around my warrior nun bookmarks is an implicit recommendation :)

as for specific fics: jtl07's invisible ava fic is a recent fave, as is the lighthouse au by snowandwolves. (i'm actually rather obsessed with that one, and have gone back and reread it a few times already).

current WIPs that i am v intrigued by are:

dynamic soaring and other life lessons from seabirds by AnonymousViolets: pacific northwest AU, ava is a scientist in town and beatrice is also there. the descriptions are lush and immersive and the pacing is perfection

i found rivers by LongWindedAnswer: ava is a travel photographer, beatrice is an agoraphobic author. again, absolutely wonderful and vibrant descriptions, and the depth to the relationship between ava & JC, contrasted with ava and beatrice's connection, while not giving one more importance than the other?? to. die. for.

where the river bends by ItchyOuchyZ and Sabrepunk: call the midwife au, takes some of my favorite CTM canon moments and intersperses them seamlessly with our fave nun squad. plus this is just an excellent character study of both beatrice and ava, though the beatrice bits are particularly off the charts

#carments #anonymous #i could have left it at just my bookmarks but you said recent so!#i hope this is a good start :)#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #fic rec

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danyvhell-writes · 11 months

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Hi hi hi !! Idk if ur TS headcanons asks are still open (I am, so so sorry if not) but if they are I was wondering if you could do some Pirate Ais Au? >:3 I saw that idea in one of ur other posts and i think the idea is just MUAH MUAH

It could just be general Ais headcanons or X Mc :0 anything with him just being a pirate because bro I just love pirates so much 😭 they are SO COOL and Ais as a pirate captain is just ??? Even better ???

Anyway, I hope you have the best rlly good day 🫶

Pirate Ais AU 🏴‍☠️ Touchstarved

GN reader - no warnings | Yes my asks are still open !!! So happy you liked my idea :') OMG OMG OMG WHERE DO I EVEN START ?!!!!? The brainrot is real and fueling eachother with ideas like that is making it even better (or worse u choose uefgzifguz). As a kid who was obsessed with pirates and a current One Piece fan, your ask is exactly what I needed, thank you so much ♥ This AU is more joyful than what's seen of his canon life so yeah, hope you'll like it ! Okay, ready to sail ? Let's go !

• First : the ✨fashion✨. Ais could be at sea for weeks but would still make sure to look good, real good. I mean look at him ! He even has a pretty hat he wears on special occasions ✧.

• In this AU, Ais has his crew but is still affiliated to Ocudeus. Instead of being the spirit of the Seaspring, Ocudeus is literally the incarnation of the sea depths, a whole big Kraken ! Its energy, force and magic are linked to the abyss.

↑ Ais powers manifest differently here. Instead of seeing through the eyes of others, Ocudeus gave him some sort of marine omniscience. He can use the kraken's senses to a certain limit, a real advantage for navigation. Bro can literally listen through the sea itself if he wills enough :') He must have seen a lot...

• Ocudeus isn't the only spirit of his kind but is genuinely intrigued by mortals. It's not his first time forming a pact with 'lower beings' but Ais is actually one of his favourite holders/vessels so far lmaoezoihf. He kinda cares about the pirate, who's the closest thing he has to a friend.

• His ship is his second home, he takes absolute care of it. If his whole crew has to stay up all night to tidy & wash everything from top to bottom, they will ! And of course, the ship has a japanese name ! Ais named it "Hayai" [速] cause she's the fastest boat you'll ever see (his words not mine). First time you hear him talk about her you're like "...Wait who's Hayai ?" "This big girl over here >:)" and he shows you his amazing ship with a proud smile, which you really weren't expecting !

• Loves, loves, loves to travel ! Any new destination in his adventures is a reason to explore more, search for information and mysteries. He's just so curious about everything :')

• He picks up expressions, phrases and languages from his previous trips ! If he can remember as much as possible, he'll note everything in his log.

→ After every daily island/town tour, he makes sure to write a little about what happened so far. How much they traveled, how much they visited, how much they learned from passengers and citizens.

• Ais originally comes from a village on a small island, lots of yokais live in there as a community.

• He moves a lot but always comes back to his hometown when he can ! He's someone who gets attached and I just know he'd never abandon his little village.

• As a captain, his main role is to make sure everyone's fine. He checks up on his mates whenever he feels something might be wrong. He's got a sort of sixth sense for that... wonder how he got it hm 👀

→ Being the big softie he is, he actually really likes sleeping in the same room as his whole crew instead of his own cabin, he knows they're safe with him so he feels way less stressed. (Would 100% read bedtime stories to the youngest members.)

• His goal isn't even to find treasures or anything, he simply enjoys the freedom of being a pirate, the message behind it and especially the sailor fights !

• Knows how to sword fight and is pretty talented at it ! If you want to learn one or two tricks, he'll teach you >:)

• That man already had the smell of blood, smoke and metal well... in this AU it's even worse ! His smell is so distinctive and strong, anyone could recognize it from miles away.

• Our boy enjoys a good drink, we know that. Almost every night all his gang gather around and share some booze together in a comforting atmosphere, around a small fire. They enjoy the night together while chatting, playing games and much more !

→ Of course they also share tea in daytime when they're not busy navigating or whatsoever.

• Could also fit in general hcs but, his tattoos move or/and glow at specific moments. Sometimes it's like he's bioluminescent, when he goes in water at night, completely in the dark, his skin starts to glow under the moonlight. First time it happened he was so confused zegbkzuhf.

• After his pact with Ocudeus, he started to feel even more at peace when closer to the ocean. If he stays away from shores or marine areas for too long, little oni starts feeling homesick.

• He really appreciates collecting small objects from his travels. His room is full of souvenirs, strange artefacts found in the sand, small treasures, sea shells, cards from around the lands, old books in foreign languages, cultural jewelries offered by locals etc...

• Never really sets up a specific destination, except if he needs to. He loves the adrenaline of finding new places by complete hazard.

• Ais being a pirate who doesn't like seafood, the most accessible food at seas, is well... ironic.

• The sound of seagull chants and waves soothes him. He usually falls asleep on the deck, sunshine on his skin with the sea rocking him gently.

• First time you come to see him, it's one of his crewmate that tells you about him but you don't even know he's a captain ! You see him for the first time and you're just "Helloooo sailor ! How can I join your pirate gang handsome?"🥴

• Every single member is attractive. That's it. It's not the biggest crew really (around 20 people) but the diversity is here. Young ones, old ones, skinny ones, fat ones, pale skin, dark skin, humans, monsters, all the types really. And yes, some tried to woo you (how could they not, MC is 10/10).

• Kids on the ship view you as the cool unty (is that the gn term ?). Ais thinks it's cute except when you start spending more time with them when he originally invited you over…

• And yes, Princess & all his other soulless are here !!! Now they're more some sorta semi marine creatures. They really like to swim and it's the cutest thing :') Like, Ais and his pets swimming in the sea while some are playing in the sand ??? Too cute for me I-

• Talking about our favourite girl, she's the mascot of the crew ! Everyone is so in love with her, she's everyone's precious lil baby (even tho she can and will bite). They'll sometimes try to dress her up to fit their aesthetic and surprisingly she doesn't seem to mind. Also, the sounds she makes are…a mystery !

• Okay but just picture it : Ais hair flowing into the wind while he's watching the horizon, hues of the sea reflecting on his skin looking so peaceful.

• Thinking about his jolly roger, it would be a oni skull surrounded by red eyes with two teal sabers behind (I did a lil sketch hehe) :

• His favourite thing to find are old maps ! Especially if they lead to ancient locations with unchanged names. He has a lot of them and it also might be why he gets into a lot of fights (maps are a treasure themselves so of course people are gonna take risks).

• Even if he's young, he has a big reputation among other pirates. Rule number one : Don't mess with him or his crew. Number two : If you want information there's always a price to pay ! He's nice and generous but hey you know : don't except mercy.

→ Known for his loyalty tho ! If you show that you're worthy of his trust, he'll be your best ally for the rest of your life. He's intimidating but full of qualities.

#touchstarved game #ais #touchstarved ais #touchstarved #ais headcanons #ais x reader #kinda #gn reader #red spring studios #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #pirate ais au #touchstarved au #answered asks #alternate universe #my aus

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HI HELLO HI. dumping these here :3

🎨🌓🌿

THIS IS SO LATE LOL BUT—

🎨 favorite piece of fanart? link it!

Oh god. Oh geez. That’s so hard to judge. I’ll just judge it based on what’s saved on my phone.

Obviously I adore applestruda’s art, it’s always so stunning. This particular piece of Scar from sl has been my phone background since the finale. I absolutely love it.

Next is this piece by skimmeh of stareater au Scar and Grian who I ADORE. I love their Grian he is so creature and pesky. And this specific piece is just so cute. I love the hug under the jacket specifically, the clinginess of it. (it reminds me of how I hug my own bf lol)

And then this particular frame from doody and maruu’s ddvau — I am such a sucker for civilian Grian in this comic. Something about him having a regular, adorable, mundane crush on his coworker Scar amidst a literal superhero chaos au is just… so precious to me?? and this frame of him dreaming of being happy and in love is so— aughhhhh. I use this as my pfp in a few places. I love it.

and then of course general love to some of my other favorite artists like ange whose art always emotionally destroys me and looks so dang soft, plume whose art I just recently found and im obsessed with their expressions, and nox and jas for always spoiling us with desert duo every day and undoubtedly more artists too agdjdhdjfk

🌓 opinions on the watcher lore?

oh I love watcher lore. I specifically love when it’s not overt, when it’s sprinkled in and subtle. but I also love the overt stuff don’t get me wrong.

for personal headcanons, I usually imagine Grian as an escaped watcher-in-training with all of the evo members carrying their own sort of trauma related to watchers. BIG fan of everything Martyn does in the life series too. I literally cheer when the dramatic voice starts playing hehe

🌿 any favorite interpretations?

hmmm this is vague so I’m not sure exactly what it was meant to ask but…

One of my favorite things is the way time is interpreted in @lovesick-x-prince’s Nobody Feels Like You?? if that makes sense??

the fic takes place in third life and I believe it’s written like the events took place over the course of about a year? and the space between places is vast, takes several days to travel across the whole server. and minecraft mechanics are seamlessly worked in, with things like insta-breeding animals and inventory management being minecraft-adjacent but not strange at all. it’s a game but it’s also very realistic and brutal and intense and I seriously love it.

but it’s something about the time specifically, about it being so long, like a lifetime away from home (although they don’t remember home in this fic). I really like that.

And then on a completely unrelated note, I just generally love the headcanon of Grian, Pearl, and Jimmy being siblings. Not even necessarily blood-related, but found family, found flock. It fits them all really well.

ahem OK WOW THAT WAS LONG SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO REPLY LOL

#mcyt #linkito answers #hdldhdksndd #sorry it took so long shhhhhh #and I only tagged one person bc I thought the rest might be annoying lol #but I need to be sure my fanfic gushing is tagged #read nobody feels like you seriously #hermitshipping mention

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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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so… idk how interested you are in stuff like bridgerton/pride and prejudice/etc, but i’ve been obsessing over the idea of like a Regency au ever since my friend was like “baxter is in the wrong genre. that man is suited for historical romances. he dreams of writing by candlelight and fainting onto couches.” so do you have any hcs on a regency/historical romance au? assuming you do aus? thanks :)

I haven't watched Bridgerton! It's been many years since I read/watched Pride and Prejudice so apologies if this is a little too Darcy, but I think there would be some similarities between him and Baxter!

-- Baxter is a fancy man now, so living in a time period when men dressed fancier in general, he's going to have to kick it up a few notches. I'm thinking flashier colors, maybe some floral patterns.

-- Those little dances they threw all the time? You know he's there all the time. He has tons of one night stands with people he meets there, but then he meets MC and they are Different.

-- Baxter on a horse Baxter on a horse

-- Does he need a cane? No. Does he have a fancy one anyway. Yup.

--You're not going to catch him in a hat. He knows he's pretty and he doesn't want to take attention away from his face.

-- Basically this version of Baxter is unbearable lol but he does have his charms! Maybe he's playing charades with MC and throws the game just to be a silly little guy and make MC laugh. Or maybe they're playing cards and he keeps pretending to make dumb mistakes, again for a laugh.

-- Everybody talks with that flowery language, so he's going to have to lean on something else to make him stand out, and I think it would be his goofiness. Like he's still charming, of course, but he's not going to be a weirdo in the way that the Baxter of today is.

-- He'd still go on a walk with MC and make up a bunch of nonsense about the things around them.

-- Why am I researching this like I'm writing an essay

-- He would very much want to court MC, but he wouldn't feel like he was worth it. So what I think would happen would be that he began the courting process with the knowledge that he'd eventually just stop.

-- Liz is their chaperone lol

-- Baxter and MC are going for a walk and Baxter is running his mouth and Liz is just like "good god this guy ..."

-- A historian spoke to PBS (this is getting so serious) and explained, “You would initially address one another as sir, my lord, or madam, depending on rank, and then progress to Mr. and Miss So-and-so, or Lord and Lady So-and-so. To use a person’s Christian name during courtship was a special mark of intimacy. And we can often see the moment in their letters when someone asked to be called by their first name, signaling that a relationship was becoming much more serious and, in fact, might later progress to pet names and things like my dearest love or my dearest life.”

-- So the first time MC actually says Baxter's name it's just going to absolutely wreck him, it's going to hit him right in the heart.

-- And when they end up together Baxter calls them "my dearest life" CAN YOU IMAGINE

-- Apparently if you ended a courtship then the proper thing to do was return the letters you'd sent each other, Baxter cannot do this emotionally

-- He'd be like "I burned them they can't have them" and keep them like under a floorboard so he could read them at night and cry.

-- MC's reputation is definitely going to take a hit. Baxter's was already bad but now it's worse, and now he feels guilty for messing with MC in the first place.

*a few years of mess*

-- Baxter has traveled, seen places and done things, but he finds himself back in his hometown. There's a ball. He'd decide to go for old times sake, and you were probably married by then so nbd

-- There you are though!

-- He wants to throw up, but he asks you to dance anyway because he can't help himself. MC agrees because dang that Baxter is smooth.

-- Ok ok, so back in those days if you danced with somebody twice then people thought that was a Big Deal and that you basically wanted to marry them.

Baxter: I would ask for another dance, but I don't deserve it.

MC: Why don't you try asking anyway.

Baxter: But if we have another dance, people are going to talk ...

MC: Let them talk ... Baxter.

Baxter: *swoons*

-- Yeah that's corny and silly, but we're just having fun here.

#our life beginnings and always

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I want to go off about Hyrule Warriors Link x Ravio so bad. I love them. I am obsessed with them. And it sucks cause there's hardly any other shippers of this or content. I mean there's the blessed ageless soul au so I can't complain too much.

Like I love regular RavioLink too, but the beauty of falling in love midst war, uk? Link falling for the most cringefail man possible who runs away screaming at the sight of enemies, but also smashes countless heads in with a giant hammer, throws giant bombs to explode them all, and is questionably skilled with various magic items. But also that cringefail rabbit guy tries to sell him overpriced items despite being his superior and never shows his face.

It's nice, Ravio calls him this silly nickname of "Mr. Captain" that quickly became endearing the longer and more casually he used it, and he fact he treats Link the same as everyone else despite, again, Link being his superior. He feels bad about Ravio being sucked into a war that isn't his, but even though Ravio is always talking about how scary it is and how he really doesn't have enough courage for something like this (he does, Link believes), he never once put the blame on Link.

And goddess that stupid, silly dance Ravio does before absolutely wrecking every enemy around him has distracted Link one too many times mid battle.

And then in the few rare downtime they have for rest between battle, Ravio will occasionally tell small, little stories about two different places. But it'd always be small, insignificant things that didn't give much personal info away—in fact Ravio doesn't give much away in general. His name is Ravio, and he's a traveling merchant—that's all. It wasn't until much later, nearly a year into the war, that Ravio revealed one day the name of his home kingdom. But he still hasn't shown his face, or revealed much else.

Perhaps, with all these traitors and backstabbers, Link should really be more on guard with such a secretive guy. At any moment, Ravio could very well turn to the other side, or he could've been part of it the entire time. Yet, despite the paranoia and possible red flags, Link can't do much more than huff and fondly roll his eyes when Ravio very seriously takes his hand with both of his, and presses it to his forehead with a just as serious declaration of "let me absorb your courage".

Yeah I'm sane.

#rambles #ravioli #raviolink #ravio zelda #link hyrule warriors #I'm so sane #me screaming into the void of me myself and i #i want to draw stuff for them so bad but I'm so far behind in wips

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roalinda · 9 months

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☆ Prongsfoot Week 2023 - Day 2☆

What’s your favorite type of Prongsfoot Story? And if you’ve written it - link it?

Oh, the unfairness of this question. Give me all the prongsfoot in the world and I shall happily nom on them. But if we are talking about tropes, there are some that I am very fond of.

James lives/ is presumed dead/ comes back AU

I am a tragedy/angst lover in general but this AU contains both angst and happy ending so I'm quite fond of it. Sirius' heavy emotional burden through the years and then James appearing back in his life delights me like nothing else, not because - Oh! James is back, now let them chuu chuu! - but because of the emotional overload and shock and the bittersweet guilt and melancholy plus the vast happiness. This AU has so much potential and now we are at it, let me tell you that @gracelesslady23 has a wonderful work in this AU which if we are lucky she may re-upload it. 😭 I have written one on this trope as well, which was for age gap fest. I've uploaded the first chapter of Heaven and decided to complete it then post it. Thankfully it is nearly finished. ♡

Hanahaki AU

I can't tell you how much I love this trope. Sadly the only Hanahaki works in prongsfoot are mine Stardust and love me cancerously (your body is my coffin) and @cami-chats 's. Feel free to link me if you know more.

Time travel/Time loop ( fix-it )

A chance for James not to be killed? A chance for love? Count me in.

Accidental marriage/Fake dating

This is such a delight, I live for their pretending which those two dorks don't even realise is not pretending. 😂

First Order/war AU

Not going to lie, I am not fond of the lightening era. Most characters in it are boring to me. First war however is very interesting.

Red light district AU

Hooker James Potter, my beloved. 🔥😘

Honourable mention:

Omegaverse

I was not a big fan of this AU but @jaskierswolf and @fiendishfyre changed my opinion with their omega James. I like it now if written well. 🤔

There are other things I love in prongsfoot which are not exactly tropes, but their mentality and emotions. Their obsessive possessive behaviour, their unhinged head and sick heart when it comes to each other and how they are protective of each other. The way they are cruel together, it always intrigues me. I have written some microfics on it and have a work on progress in my drafts as well.

@jmagnabo92

#prongsfootweek2023 #Prongsfoot #James potter #Sirius black #Day 2

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WIP Wednesday

I’m back on my married-by-the-Crucible AU bullshit (LIES, I never left. Even the clothes-shopping snippet I posted for Six Sentence Sunday is from The WIP That Ate My Life). It’s coming along, though! And I’m going to tag people this time!

This scene is at a garden party reception that Baz’s parents throw to ‘celebrate’ 😒 his marriage to Simon, and for the happy couple to sign the Book. Baz has a brief conversation with his cousin on the patio that overlooks the party below. (Canon divergent details are that Baz was homeschooled after being bitten as a child, and Simon managed to give himself wings and a tail while at Watford, much earlier than happened in canon.) Hope you like it!

‘If it isn’t the old married man!” I’m caught off guard by someone thumping me on the back, which says heaps about my concentration today. It’s been a long time since anyone’s successfully crept up behind me, even with the amount of noise generated by the party.

“Dev.” My smile is genuine; Dev is my cousin and the same age as me, so he and his former schoolmate Niall are the closest I’ve had to real friends. He hugs me warmly, smelling of some expensive tobacco scented cologne—and underneath there’s a hint of good, clean, solid oak. (I always notice, even when I’m not trying.)

“Which one is yours?” Dev asks, waving toward the crowd below. The breeze is picking up a little, enough to carry music from the bottom of the lawn.

“You hadn’t heard I was paired with the Chosen One?” I ask, smirking. Dev went to Watford with Snow, at least for a little while; his parents sent him to boarding school in France to finish his education a few years back. Less plebby, don’t you know.

Dev winks at me. “’Course I have, but it’s been years since I saw Simon Snow. And isn’t he supposed to have wings and a tail still?”

“Temporarily spelled off for the occasion, at his request.” I search the crowd until I spot Snow, mugging for a young woman I dimly recognize as Penelope Bunce. She’s smiling politely as he holds his hands palm-up on either side of his face and hops from foot to foot—magic only knows what he’s miming, but he looks a complete fool. And completely happy, carefree in a way I haven’t seen enough of. “There,” I say, pointing at him. “That numpty over there.”

Dev follows my gesture and gives a low whistle. “He’s filled out nicely,” he comments. “I remember him being something of a ragbag, but he looks—Crowley below, look at you, Baz.” I break away from staring at Snow to glance askance at Dev. “You’re utterly smitten.” He shakes his head wonderingly. “Lovestruck.”

“I’m no such thing.” (I am. It’s a miracle Simon Snow’s name hasn’t tattooed itself across my forehead from the sheer force of my obsession with him.)

A sly grin moves across Dev’s face, one I know better than to trust. “So,” he wheedles, edging in, “How’s the sex?”

“We’re not discussing that,” I say shortly, looking back at Snow. He’s absolutely glowing.

Dev relents. “It’s just that...I’d wondered if the Crucible choosing the perfect partner meant that it was...you know, staggering.”

Certainly a word for it, yes. Still staring at Snow, I give Dev a little shrug. “I should think the Crucible would match people according to whatever characteristics are most important to them.”

“Sex for me, then,” Dev predictably replies. He folds his arms over the railing and bumps my shoulder with a companionable air. “You know, I went to school with Wellbelove, as well. Her father’s a magickal doctor, he could probably have those wings and the rest off in a blink. Make travel a bit easier—Snow was a bloody menace in the school’s minibus on field trips.”

The image of Snow haplessly trying to crowd into a minibus with his schoolmates, annoying everyone in the process, mitigates my urge to push Dev into the hedges beneath us for his suggestion. Poor Simon, scruffy and obtrusive. He’s deserved so much more than he was given.

But he has me now. “I don’t mind the wings. Excuse me,” I say to Dev, turning toward the steps.

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“I know.” I flash Dev a hurried smile. He’s my cousin, after all. “I just remembered something. Catch up in a bit?”

He nods, so I fling myself down the steps and into the crowd, making my way toward Simon with as few stops for polite greetings as possible. (It takes an age. A literal age). “Snow. I—excuse me, hello, Penelope. Lovely to see you,” I manage, barely remembering my manners as I take hold of Snow’s arm. “It’s the appetizers. There’s a bit of a problem.”

“What!” Simon exclaims, looking horrified, at the same moment that Bunce retorts, “Caterer’s problem though, isn’t it?”

“They need our input. We’ll just be a moment,” I say, trying to convey urgency without physically yanking Snow off his feet. I hardly need to, though, since I’ve said the one thing guaranteed to get him moving—if he knew which direction to head in, he’d be the one dragging me.

He’s prattling on as I hustle him into the mudroom at the side of the house and lock the door. “Baz, what is it? It’s not the stuffed mushrooms, is it? Or the tattie scones? Merlin, did they burn the pastry cups?!”

Rolling my eyes, I push him up against a bank of coat cupboards. He’s delusional if he thinks my parents are serving tattie scones, Crowley. “There’s nothing wrong with any of the food, Snow,” I murmur against his ear, inhaling the rich, fatty scent of browning butter that is just Simon, beneath his soap, beneath even his magic.

He turns his head and laughs when I nuzzle his neck—he always does—then slides his fingers through my hair as I kiss along his jawline. “Baz.” Pushing at my chest, Simon looks up at me with wide eyes. “We don’t have time for this. Don’t the caterers need us?”

Tagging @raenestee @thewholelemon @captain-aralias @ileadacharmedlife @cutestkilla @ionlydrinkhotwater @dazed-squid @artsyunderstudy and anyone else who would like to share!

#snowbaz #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #simon snow #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #wip wednesday #wip #crucible au #crucible marriage au

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{3} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on San & Wooyoung)

Words: 11,660

Warnings: Very suggestive content. OC wakes up needy and the guys are more than happy to provide. Morning canoodling: fingering (fem. receiving), breast play, praise, hand job. Mentions of past trauma and PTSD. Minor anxiety. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I am SO excited for this chapter, you have no idea. First, a little sweet smut with Woosan, and then the return of everyone’s favourite dragons!!! Ehehehe, I really am looking forward to everything else I ave planned for this series, and I really hope you all are too. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

The pale grey light of the early morning sun shines dully through the clouds covering the sky above. The soft sound of rain patters gently against the windows, giving rise to a veiled mist that drifts through the air. Faintly, a chill settles over the room, yet the warmth radiating off of either male beside you protects you from the crispness of dawn.

You hum contently.

“Good morning, Angel,” a light chuckle sounds from in front of you, a hand coming up to tenderly grasp your cheek.

A low noise of acknowledgement escapes you from within your throat, eyes remaining closed as you stretch yourself beneath the covers.

The other hand that you feel placed gently over your stomach, resting just below your chest, draws you in closer. His fingers press delicately into your skin beneath the material of your shirt, shifting slightly as his own chest brushes against your back.

“Rise and shine, Pretty Baby,” San’s voice is a mere rumble right by your ear, lips pressing delicately against the skin of your neck.

Another low hum escapes you, burying yourself deeper into the comfort of their embrace. “Five more minutes.”

The way you can feel both of their chests shaking with affectionate laughter has a content smile pulling at your features.

“Take your time, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung breathes out, leaning in to place a kiss onto your forehead. “We’re right here.”

Beneath the blankets, your legs shift slightly, tucking them in a little closer to you. Well, as much as you can with either male surrounding you. A soft, pleasant thrum echoes throughout your body, and you find that you cannot help the way you squeeze your thighs together the smallest bit beneath the covers.

You were having a very lovely dream, and you can feel the lingering effects throughout your body. The way tingles travel lightly over your skin, settling into your bones, has you shifting your hips slightly once more, seeking any sort of friction that you can this morning.

Suddenly, San’s hand pressing against your bare skin begins to feel too hot.

A small whine escapes you. The arm you have lazily slung over Wooyoung’s waist tugs him in closer.

“What the matter, Baby?” There’s nothing but concern held in San’s voice, but you have a feeling that were you to open your eyes and turn to look at him, you’d see a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Slowly, meticulously, San begins smoothly tracing his thumb against the skin of your stomach. The moment you turn your body the slightest bit, angling yourself so that you’re leaning against his chest for support as your legs part briefly, you hear them both inhale sharply.

Two low, pleased growls reverberate around the room, chests rumbling with each breath that they now take.

Your breathing deepens as you feel the hand Wooyoung has resting against your cheek slide down the side of your neck. His touch is light, nothing more than a careful brush of his skin against your own as your eyes finally flutter open. The way you can see him already staring at you, gaze dark as his own chest rises and falls dramatically with each breath that he takes has you biting your lower lip in response.

San’s hand slips a fraction of an inch lower, his thumb continuously brushing against your skin.

“I-“ your voice gets caught in your throat, but you can see the visible way Wooyoung is hanging on to your every word. From the way San tenses behind you, you know that he is, too. Another low whine escapes you. “Please.”

“Please, what, Baby?” San’s voice is nothing short of teasing as his hand slips the slightest bit lower over your skin. From the pleasant rumble that shakes his chest, you can just tell that he can feel how frantically your heart is racing inside of your chest right now.

“Tell us what you need, Angel, and we will do everything in our power to fulfill your every desire.” Wooyoung leans forward to rest his forehead against your own, staring deeply into your eyes as his swirl with that all too familiar darkness that you’ve become so used to.

A faint heat begins to blossom on your cheeks, legs once more shifting beneath the covers as you feel San move his hand yet another fraction of an inch downwards.

“You-” you begin, and you watch the corner of Wooyoung’s lips quirk upwards. “My dream…”

“Yes?” He hums, somewhat knowingly. “What about it?”

Your hand on his waist grips him a little firmer, and you notice how his breath hitches in response.

“You’re aware of it, then.” The words are a little strained, mind still cloudy with the haze of both sleep and need. The need to feel them against you: touching you, and you subsequently touching them.

“Of course we are, Beautiful,” Wooyoung’s lips twitch upwards the faintest bit, his fingers dancing along the exposed skin of your collarbones. Your shirt does little to cover you, and you find that you’re grateful for that fact at the present. “It’s delightful to know that you dream about us in such ways that we’ve always dreamt about you.”

“Yet, you haven’t done anything to me in spite of it,” you observe, a hint of inquiry clinging to your words as your chest rises and falls dramatically.

“This is not the first time we’ve experienced you having such pleasant dreams while being held in our embrace, Pretty Baby.” San’s grip tightens the slightest bit around you. The way he can hear your breath hitch as you feel his semi-erect cock now pressing against your ass has a subtle smirk pulling at his lips. “We simply never want you to think that we expect anything to come from it.”

“Nor do we want to take advantage of you during such times.” Wooyoung adds lowly, his hand pausing momentarily in its movements to settle lovingly against your shoulder.

“What if-“ your breath hitches once more as you shift within their hold, “What if I want you to touch me because of it.”

Two low, pleased growls echo around the room for the second time this morning.

“If that is what you want, Baby, than we are more than happy to oblige,” San nips lightly at your ear, his lips trailing delicate kisses along the skin of your exposed neck in the next moment.

“San, Wooyoung,” the whimper of their names are but a desperate plea on your lips as you feel yourself clench around nothing. “My Kings, please, touch me.”

“With pleasure.” The low growl that escapes San is synonymous with the way he grinds his hips into your ass.

Slowly, he trails his hand the rest of the way downwards. Gripping the skin of your thigh lightly, he carefully drags your leg back to rest delicately over his own, spreading you open the slightest bit for the both of them this morning.

Inhaling deeply, both males let out more pleased rumbles at the way the scent of your arousal begins to permeate the air.

“You smell wonderful, Baby,” San hums, fingers teasingly dancing along the waistline of your sweatpants. “And all just for us.”

Again, you feel yourself clench around nothing, humming right along with him. “Just for you.”

You fail to see the way San’s eyes flash black at your words, but you do not miss the shifting of Wooyoung’s. The elder of the two is quick to prop himself up on his elbow, leaning further into you in order to trail his lips down your neck and over the skin of your shoulder, nipping at the tender flesh all the while.

The whole time, Wooyoung’s hand begins to move over you once more. He cups your cheek delicately, loving the way your own arm shifts upward to do the same to him.

The way you meet his gaze says it all. Nothing but tender love and affection shines within. Not only that, but that familiar spark of desire and excitement. It’s been a little while since you’ve allowed any of them to touch you like this, and the last thing either of them wants to do is push things too far. Always, they will take things at your pace, and the fact that you want them to please you, that your need and desperation for them is making you ache for their touch, has a familiar warmth flooding their veins.

“If you change your mind, and want us to stop at any point,” San whispers lowly into your ear, “you let us know right away, Baby.”

You find you can only nod in response, a mumbled ‘I will’ barely escaping you as your eyes flutter shut. The feeling of San’s hand resting just beneath your sweats is drawing all of your focus, stomach twisting in desire the longer he goes without touching you where you need him most.

“The same goes for if we do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Wooyoung adds.

The soft smile that pulls onto your features as you crack your eyes open to look at him sets his heart racing inside of his chest.

“Likewise,” you manage to get out, your thumb brushing tenderly against his cheek.

Smiles pull at both of their faces, nothing but love dripping from their gazes as they look at you. The fact that you begin to squirm slightly once more in anticipation has affectionate chuckles escaping them yet again.

“My Queen,” Wooyoung’s breathless call of your title draws your attention back on to him. Slowly, he leans in, eyes darting longingly down to your lips as he licks his own. “Please, may I kiss you?”

You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters at his request.

A soft smile graces your features as you pull him closer, your breath ghosting along the skin of his lips. “I would love nothing more.”

The moment Wooyoung presses his lips to your own, a content rumble escapes him. His hands are desperate, clinging onto you as if you may slip through his fingers at a moment’s notice. His chest presses right up against your own, deepening the kiss without another second of hesitation.

The gasp you let out as San dips a finger through your folds is music to both of their ears.

“Fuck- My Queen,” San’s voice is but a pleased growl on his lips as he lightly begins to circle your clit. “So wet for me.”

You part briefly from Wooyoung’s lips as you moan, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“All for you,” you hum, feeling as Wooyoung slides his one hand down to gently begin palming at your breast.

His lips are back on your own just as he brushes a thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric of your shirt as he continues his ministrations.

Again, San dips his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving upwards to circle your clit gently.

Your breath hitches, and you cannot help the way your hips jolt at the touch.

“Fuck-“ a shudder wracks San’s spine, his eyes falling shut as he increases the pressure the slightest bit over your clit. “You were just aching for us to touch your little wet, needy cunt, weren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes.” A desperate whimper escapes you as your clit pulses against the pads of his fingers.

San smirks against the skin of your neck.

“Pretty Baby,” he hums, loving the way you begin to shift your hips back against his hard cock, grinding your ass against him in tandem with the movements of his hand.

A breathless sigh of his name falls from your lips, and you feel him twitch against you. The corner of your lips quirk upwards as you hear San let out an unabashed moan from behind you.

“My name was made to be graced by your lips, My Queen,” his chest rumbles once more in content, breaths coming in jagged pants right by your ear.

“Every sound that you make for us is a symphony, Angel,” Wooyoung draws your attention back to him for the moment, eyes dark as he licks his lips. “One which we could never tire of.”

A growl of agreement sounds at your back.

In the next moment, you feel Wooyoung’s hands slowly begin to creep up beneath your shirt. Tingles erupt over your skin everywhere he touches, your breath stuttering as you feel him ghost his fingers along the underside of your breasts.

“Please, My Queen,” Wooyoung gives a slight tug of your shirt upwards, meeting your gaze briefly. Desperation shines behind his eyes, mixing with that all too familiar heated desire you can see swirling within. “May I?”

A frantic nod of your head greets him in response, a breathless ‘yes’ falling from your lips.

The smile that pulls onto Wooyoung’s features is filled with nothing but tender affection as he helps you strip out of your shirt. Shamelessly, his eyes roam over every bare inch of your exposed flesh, that familiar darkness swirling within.

Gently, your hands sneak up beneath his own shirt. “You, too.”

For only a brief moment, both males part from you. You can only watch on in anticipation as Wooyoung tugs his shirt over his head, and you have no doubt that San is doing the exact same behind you. A fact of which is only confirmed when you feel the elder male pressing right up against your back, the warmth from his skin settling deep into your bones and causing a pleasant shudder to caress your spine.

San cannot help the pleased growl that builds in his chest at feeling your bare skin pressing right up against his own. Warmth floods his veins, heart pounding within as the euphoric feeling of finally being able to hold you against him without the barrier of clothing settles over him. This is everything he could have ever dreamed of, and so much more.

The intimacy of this moment alone makes his head spin. Long since has he desired to feel the press of your tender flesh against his own, and he finds that now that he’s gotten a taste, he will never be able to get enough. Especially not when it comes to you, for this feeling is like no other that he has ever felt before in his life.

He pulls you closer.

Trailing your gaze over Wooyoung’s exposed torso, you lick your lips. The fact that you can hear his breath hitch as you do so has the corners twitching upwards.

The moment he settles back onto the bed, your hands are on him, fingers dancing along the skin of his abdomen and up his chest. The way he shivers beneath your touch sets your heart racing, warmth flooding your veins.

Your eyes catch on that all too familiar necklace he always wears ever since you gifted it to him. There’s no doubt in your mind that San is wearing his own as well.

“My Handsome Kings,” you hum lowly, a pleasant warmth continuing to spread outwards through your body, and all the way down to the tips of your fingers which are tracing lightly over the skin of Wooyoung’s chest. “All mine.”

Their reactions are instantaneous: snarls of approval escape them both, their eyes flashing black once more. San cannot prevent the desperate way his hips grind against your ass, while Wooyoung immediately pulls you back into him for a kiss.

“All yours, My Queen,” San’s voice is but a low rumble by your ear as he nips lightly at your skin.

“All yours,” Wooyoung echoes lowly against the skin of your lips, only to pull away and rest his forehead against your own. “Now, let us take care of you.”

The drag of Wooyoung’s one hand down your body is meticulous, electricity following in his wake as he reaches the waistline of your sweats. Only, before he can so much as dip one finger below the band, San tugs you further back against his chest, a low warning growl escaping his lips.

“You got to touch her last time,” his hand is quick to replace Wooyoung’s, eyes flashing dangerously at his brother. “It’s my turn to please Our Queen.”

Wooyoung’s brow twitches in amusement, tongue darting out to wet his lips as the corner quirks upwards slightly. A movement of which you know is pointed on his part, especially when he notices you staring at his mouth.

Your own parts slightly in response, your chest rising and falling dramatically with every breath. With wide eyes, and your heart beating erratically in your chest, you find yourself leaning further back against San. His skin presses delicately against your own, and you nearly swoon from that feeling alone.

Letting out a slight amused huff in his brother’s direction, Wooyoung retracts his hand. For now. Instead, he trails it back up your body, moving to cup your one breast. His thumb brushes tenderly against your nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch once more. He smirks.

Slowly, you grind your hips back against San, practically feeling the way his cock twitches against the skin of your ass. At the same time, you trail your one hand down Wooyoung’s chest, letting your nails scrape lightly against his skin. The way you hear his breath hitch as you teasingly hook a finger beneath the waistline of his own sweats has a small smile tugging at your lips.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung’s lips part. His chest rises and falls dramatically, the subtlest of nods to his head as he looks at you pleadingly. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand that he’s practically begging for you to touch him right now. A promise of which you have every intention to follow through on.

“Sannie,” you whine, shifting your hips back against him as your brow furrows in slight frustration. The aforementioned male hasn’t moved his hand from its position right above the hemline of your sweats for the past few minutes, and you can hardly stand the way you begin to throb in need. “If you’re going to touch me, then please, touch me. Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”

Wooyoung’s one brow quirks in amusement as another growl sounds from behind you. The way San instantly has his one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him while the other finally sneaks back beneath your sweatpants has your heart fluttering in anticipation.

“Like hell am I going to miss out on the opportunity to please you, My Queen,” he drags his fingers in the lightest of touches over your wet folds. “I simply just want to take my time and enjoy you this morning.”

“Then-“ your words get caught in your throat, breath hitching as you feel him slowly sink a finger into your tight cunt.

A low moan escapes you, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you feel yourself clench around him.

“Fuck- so warm,” he hums, chest rumbling in content. “So wet, and all for me.”

“Yours,” your hips grind against him, feeling him beginning to move his finger gently along your inner walls.

A guttural groan escapes him, his own hips working in tandem with your own. The press of his hard cock against your ass, combined with the way you can feel his finger pressing up inside of you has your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

The feeling of Wooyoung’s lips on your skin draws your attention back to the younger male, gazing down at him to see him gently biting and sucking at your chest. His tongue is quick to trace over your skin, sliding down to lightly flick over your one nipple. The way his hands feel cupping your breasts, tenderly squeeing the flesh as he suckles that pert little bud into his mouth has you arching into him.

“My Kings,” you sigh breathlessly, losing yourself to the euphoric feeling that begins to flood your veins. “Just like that.”

Two pleased growls reverberate against your skin, chests rising and falling in tandem as a beautiful symphony of sin consisting of your soft moans fills the air.

San adds another finger, and the way your whole body shudders in his hold has a pride unlike ever before swirling within his chest. The way he can feel you squeezing him so delicately as he massages you warm walls makes his head spin. This is everything he could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that he is the one able to bring you uninterrupted pleasure right now has his cock twitching within his sweats once more.

Delicately, your fingers begin to trace along the skin of Wooyoung’s stomach. The way you can feel him tense beneath your touch has you smiling faintly, your free hand coming up to tangle in his locks as he continues to nip at the tender flesh of your breasts. He alternates between tracing his tongue over your skin, and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, eyes always darting up to catch your every expression.

The moment he feels your one hand sneak beneath the waistline of his sweats, palm ghosting over the skin of his hard cock, he moans. Wooyoung cannot help the way his eyes flutter shut as you grasp his aching cock gently, giving the base a light squeeze as you begin to pump him a few times in your hold. The swipe of your thumb over his leaking tip has him twitching in your grip, another unabashed moan escaping his lips.

“My Queen,” his brow furrows, head falling forward to rest against the skin of your chest. “Fuck- My Queen.”

His breathing comes in jagged pants, hands trembling in their hold over your skin as he clings onto you for dear life.

Too many times has Wooyoung fantasized about the feeling of your hands on his skin. Ever since that fateful day where you allowed him the honour of eating you out in front of all of his brothers, Wooyoung has craved your touch on him in every way imaginable. A simple taste is no longer enough; the mere thought of you, pleasing him while he pleases you, sets his whole body alight with the flames of his passion which have always burned brightly for you. Gladly, he will drown in that blazing pit of desire. Every. Single. Time.

You twist your wrist, alternating between squeezing him gently beneath your fingers and swiping your thumb over the tip. The way you can feel his whole body trembling against your own has a sense of pride swelling in your chest, heart racing once more. A fact of which you know he can hear, for he begins placing wet, open mouthed kisses over your skin in time with each rapid pulse of your heart.

“So pretty, Baby,” San hums against the back of your neck, smirking against your skin as he feels you tilt your head the slightest bit backwards to rest against his own. “Letting us take care of your like this.”

“You’re doing so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung’s words are strained, but he manages to shift his gaze upwards to meet your own. The way his voice catches slightly as you slide your hand down to cup his balls, beginning to massage them in the next second, has a smirk pulling at your features. “Fuck- just like that.”

A choked whimper escapes your lips as you feel San pressing his thumb over your clit. The moment he begins circling that little bundle of nerves, you cannot help but clench around his fingers.

Your eyes flutter shut. “So good to me.”

Pleased rumbles shake their chests, their lips finding purchase on your skin. Each male has to feel your pressing against them in every way possible, needing to have you trembling from their touch. Only they can bring you to such ecstasy, in any and every way they know how.

Wooyoung’s mouth is back on your one breast, nipping at the tender flesh before suckling gently on that pert little bud. His one hand comes up to pinch at your opposite nipple, making sure to give each an equal amount of attention. Though, with the way you begin to slide your palm over his hard cock, subtly increasing the pressure all the while, he finds it more and more difficult to concentrate on anything other than you.

Small whines begin to fall from your lips, increasing in pitch and frequency as you feel San slowly beginning to quicken his movements over your clit. The way he adds the slightest bit more pressure against your walls with his fingers has your breath hitching, especially when you feel him massaging that one tender spot inside of you so delicately.

That familiar tightening in your lower abdomen begins to grow, and you cannot prevent the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Low mutters of ‘yes’ continually fall from your lips like a mantra, hips continuously grinding back against San’s as you meet his every movement.

“My Kings,” their title is but a whimper as you desperately cry out their names.

“That’s it, My Queen,” San’s voice is but a pleased snarl on his lips, increasing the urgency of his movements against you once more. “Come for me. Come for Your Kings.”

“Don’t hold back, Angel,” Wooyoung pants, and you feel him twitch within your hold as you continue to twist your wrist, your hand working over his cock in tandem. “We’re right here. Let yourself go.”

“San, Wooyoung-“ nothing more than a desperate plea of their names falls from your lips. “Fuck-“

Grabbing the back of Wooyoung’s head, your fingers tangle in his hair. Holding onto him quite firmly, you guide his lips back to your own. Gladly, the younger male swallows all of your sounds, offering you ones of his own as his hips move in time with your every stroke over his throbbing cock.

Not even a second later, his hips stutter. A guttural groan escapes him soon after as he completely stills in your hand.

The press of his forehead against yours is synonymous with the first spurts of his come that you can feel leaking onto your hand. Only, you find you don’t have time to revel in his orgasm, for your own crashes into you in the next moment.

A loud, unabashed moan escapes you as you throw your head back in bliss. Your eyes fall shut, chest heaving as you feel San riding you through your high, his fingers languidly stroking over your inner walls as his thumb gently continues to circle over your clit. The way you can hear pleased snarls escaping him with every breath he takes makes your head spin, whole body spasming in his hold.

“That’s it, Baby,” he nips at the shell of your ear, pressing tender kisses down the skin of your neck. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

A pleasant hum escapes you, but it comes out more as a whine than anything as you attempt to catch your breath. The way you can feel yourself clench around San’s fingers once more as he slowly removes them from your cunt has a shiver caressing your spine.

“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung breathes, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he attempts to calm himself down.

“Because My Kings always take such good care of me,” you hum, settling your free hand over San’s arm still wrapped around your waist as you meet Wooyoung’s gaze from across from you.

Two content rumbles echo through your ears, feeling San press a few more light kisses against the skin of your shoulder.

Slowly, you remove your own hand from beneath Wooyoung’s sweats, feeling the stickiness of his come clinging to the skin of your fingers. Without breaking eye contact with him, you bring your hand up to your lips, tongue darting out to collect some of his release as you languidly drag it along your skin.

Wooyoung’s eyes flash, a low groan escaping him as his gaze locks on the way you are more than happy to taste him on your tongue.

“You’re a temptress, you know that, Angel?” He brings his one hand up to cup the side of your face.

“You’ve already gotten to taste me,” you reply, subtle grin tugging at your lips as you meet his gaze. “It’s only fair that I get to taste My King, too. Is it not?”

“But, of course,” he smirks, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own once more. “Any and every time you’d like.”

The way his eyes shine has a soft smile gracing your features. Nothing but a content fondness can be seen within your gaze as you absolutely revel in this moment with the both of them.

Your heart swells inside of your chest. Gently, your thumb resting against San’s arm begins to brush tenderly against his skin.

“Sannie, did you-“

“Don’t worry about me, Pretty Baby,” he’s quick to cut you off, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck in the next second. “I am more than satisfied right now.”

At the slight wetness you can feel seeping into the back of your sweatpants and against your ass, a heat begins to bloom on your cheeks. “Oh.”

“You truly do not know the effect you have on all of us, do you?” Wooyoung chuckles fondly, pecking your lips tenderly before pushing himself off of the bed.

You watch him lovingly as he grabs his discarded shirt only to turn back to you in the next second. Softly, he begins cleaning off of the rest of your hand as you and San both sit up in bed.

“I guess I don’t,” the pull of your lips upwards is slight, eyes fixed on the way he tenderly caresses your hand. “I never thought it was possible for someone to desire me in the ways that you all do.”

“Well, get used to it, Baby,” An affectionate chuckle escapes San’s lips, and he’s quick to wrap both of his arms around your bare torso, chin coming to rest on your one shoulder as he holds you to him. “Because we will never stop wanting you.”

The way you tilt your head to the side in order to rest your own gently against his says it all. Your eyes flutter shut. “I believe you.”

Low hums of contentment rumble within their chests, San turning his head to place a tender kiss against your cheek.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispers, arms tightening ever so slightly around your waist as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck.

The way you practically melt into his embrace, your hand coming to rest over the skin of his arms yet again says it all.

“I love you, Sannie.” A tender smile graces your features as you hum. Shifting your gaze, you manage to clasp one of Wooyoung’s hands in your own. A moment later, and you’ve intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “I love you, Wooyoung.”

The way his lips pull upwards is nothing short of radiant. The joyous expression lights up the entire room, his eyes shining with nothing but love for you as he brings your joined hands up to press a delicate kiss onto the back of your skin.

“I love you, My Angel.”

A brief, comfortable silence settles over the three of you as you all bask in each other’s presence this morning. Nothing more needs to be said, nor is it necessary, for the ease of simply being together fills the room. That is, until you’re breaking it once more.

“So,” you drawl out that one word, a mischievous, knowing glint to your eyes, “this isn’t the first time you’ve all been affected by my dreams like this.”

It isn’t a question, but more so a statement of fact.

You feel San nod his head slightly against you while Wooyoung hums lightly in response.

“You know,” a slight grin begins to tug at your features, “you have my permission to wake me up during those times. If you want.”

The way Wooyoung’s eyes flash, an eager glint shining within has a chuckle escaping you.

“You mean…?” San can only hope he doesn’t sound too excited for the moment.

“Yes,” you confirm. “I mean, use your discrepancy, but I am more than happy to be woken up by any one of you touching me when something like this happens.”

Pleased growls greet your ears, and you swear you can hear one also come from just outside in the hallway.

“I’d just rather you all not stick anything inside of me while I’m unconscious, but most of everything else is more than okay with me.” You say, and you watch as Wooyoung grins widely before you, nodding almost a bit too enthusiastically along with your words.

“We’ll keep that in mind, Gorgeous,” he squeezes your hand once more, leaning forward to place a tender kiss onto your forehead. “The feeling is mutual. Even if we don’t necessarily sleep, we are more than content to have you wake us up in whatever pleasant ways you see fit.“

“Same conditions apply.” San adds lowly by your ear. “Now, we should probably start getting ready. We have a meeting to attend to, soon.”

“That we do.” You take a deep breath in, nodding softly as you begin to shift out of San’s hold, much to the male’s discontent.

Moving to the edge of the bed, you pull yourself onto your feet with the help of Wooyoung. Carefully, you raise your arms above your head, stretching out your back as you lean slightly from side to side.

“You’re doing it again, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung’s voice is playful, a quirk to his brow as his gaze is locked on your figure for the time being.

At the way you turn to look at him, and then back at San on the bed, a subtle heat begins to creep onto your cheeks. You blink bashfully at them, dropping your arms back to your sides as a giggle escapes you. “Whoops.”

Grins tug at all of your faces as they both watch you disappear into the bathroom, nothing but love shining in their eyes.

Getting ready for the day doesn’t take you that long. Once you’ve showered and changed into some fresh clothes, you begin to make your way towards the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Of course, there’s already a fresh bowl of fruit waiting for you curtesy of San as soon as you open the fridge. A fact of which that makes you smile as you grab a fork from the drawer.

Twenty minutes later, and after you’ve cleaned up your dishes, you begin to make your way towards the foyer. It’s about the time you agreed upon to leave, anyways.

Rounding the corner, you see Jongho, Yunho, Mingi, and Seonghwa already standing in the middle of the foyer. A blink, and both Hongjoong and Yeosang appear.

“Ready to go, Darling?” Jongho comes to stand beside you just as both Wooyoung and San finally appear.

You nod. “Let’s go.”

The last thing you see is eight nods in agreement before you feel Jongho’s hand settle on your lower back. A moment later, and the somewhat familiar sight of that ancient forest greets your eyes. The soft patter of dewdrops hitting the leaves far above your head reaches your ears, and you begin to make the trek towards the dragon’s nest with your Eight Kings surrounding you.

The walk is silent, a heavy understanding of the situation settling over all of you as they help you through the foliage. This time, though, when you reach that same fallen log, it’s Seonghwa who helps you over it.

The base of the mountain is just as you remember it, the cliff face jutting out far above your head. However, the mountain seems slightly more ominous than it had been previously. You don’t know whether it’s just due to your nerves for this upcoming meeting, or based upon what had happened to you the last time you had visited the dragon’s nest. From the way you notice Jongho, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung all spare brief glances towards you out of the corner of their eyes, you know that they feel the same.

“Wyno is expecting us.” Hongjoong says, drawing your attention to him for the moment as he steps in beside you.

A simple nod is all that he receives from you in response as he places a gentle hand onto your shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing on that cliff face, looking out at the trees spreading out before you. Just as it did the first time, the sight takes your breath away, that look of pure awe painting your features and enrapturing each male as they watch over you carefully.

“All of you came.” A voice from behind you draws your attention.

Turning to face the opening of the cave, you see Wyno standing there in all of her glory. She looks just as ethereal as she did the first time you met her, a bright orange patterned robe wrapping around her figure this time. Her golden eyes shine as she meets your gaze, and she smiles briefly, her pointed teeth on full display. Only, worry pulls at her features in the next second.

Immediately, she crosses the short distance between you, and you hardly have time to react when you feel her hands cupping your cheeks tenderly. The way each male stiffens beside you does not go unnoticed by her.

“You’ve changed.” She breathes, eyes searching your features before briefly darting over your entire figure. A second later, she turns her accusatory gaze towards the males surrounding you. “What happened to My Child?”

The way you see Hongjoong visibly flinch as the others tense around you, shame washing over their features, has you instantly placing a hand onto Wyno’s shoulder.

“Miyeon happened.” Wooyoung growls out, a bitterness to his words.

“Another attack?” Wyno’s eyes narrow, pulling you the slightest bit away from the eight of them as if to push you behind herself.

“She won’t ever be an issue again.” Yunho’s lips pull back over his teeth, whole body tense.

Wyno takes a moment to observe them all carefully. “You were almost too late.”

This time, more than just Hongjoong flinches at her words.

Tenderly, you brush up against all of their minds.

“Please, do not blame them for what has happened, Wyno.” Your gentle voice draws her attention to you, and you notice her gaze soften. “They all saved me in more ways than one.”

Her shoulders relax, if only the slightest bit, as she straightens herself before you. Slowly, she begins to nod, as if in approval.

“You have changed.” She hums, gently pressing a hand onto the small of your back as she leads you towards the cave opening. “You’ve become stronger.”

Her words catch you off guard, blinking a few times in shock. You know that you’ve changed, but you don’t necessarily feel any different. Well, actually, that’s a lie. You do feel different. You feel more sure of yourself. You feel comfortable in your own skin, and you know that despite whatever happens, Your Kings will be with you every step of the way. They will protect you with everything that they are, just as you will now fight to protect them.

You’re in this together. Always. As equals.

“You have suffered, but you have grown from it.” She continues just as she reaches the mouth of the cave. “You truly are fit to be a Queen.”

“Thank you, Wyno.” A warmth blooms on your cheeks, lips tugging upwards bashfully as you avert your gaze. “That truly means a lot to me coming from you."

“I speak nothing but the truth, My Child,” she hums, a fond affection dripping within her gaze as she looks towards you. “Now, come. There are a few who are dying to see you.”

A screech from deep within the cave greets your ears in response, and you hear Wyno sigh. The corner of her lips quirk upwards faintly as she shakes her head in mock exasperation.

A somewhat large, dark blue blur darts from the mouth of the cave.

Instantly, you feel something attempt to tackle you to the ground. Only, you plant your feet this time, expecting the impact.

The dragon now stands about your height on his hind legs, his front arms resting on your shoulders as his wings flare out happily behind him. You can feel his snout rubbing against your jaw, nuzzling your neck affectionately as excited whines escape his throat.

“Xiron!” Your arms are instantly wrapped around that familiar dragon. You giggle. “I’m happy to see you, too!”

Two more screeches are heard from within the cave, a green amphiptere and an albino wyrm slithering out to rest on either side of Wyno. The wyrm physically shakes in excitement, mouth opening and closing in tandem as he screeches happily. The amphiptere, on the other hand, ruffles her wings, tail flicking in eagerness as she sees you hugging Xiron so warmly.

“They’ve all missed you greatly,” Wyno chuckles, crossing her arms slightly over her chest as she looks upon the scene affectionately.

“Well, I’ve missed them, too!” You reply, pulling away to look at the three babies before you. Though, the more you stare, the more you realize just how big they’ve all gotten. “Look at you! You’ve all grown so much!”

Happy roars greet your ears, bordering on screeches from all of them. Though, you fail to see the way eight males seem to begin pouting around you for the moment as your attention shifts to the dragons.

“How’s the wing?” You direct the question to the blue dragon in front of you, and he settles back onto his feet for the time being.

A moment later, and Xiron is more than content to stretch out his previously injured wing out for you to see. The membrane shines in the light of the sun, not a single scar to be seen as he coos proudly in your direction.

You fail to see the way Yeosang’s brow twitches in annoyance from behind you.

“Watch it, young one.” Jongho crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw tense.

The way you tilt your head slightly in curiosity has Wyno chuckling once more.

“He’s offering to take you for a flight on his back.” She says, noticing how both Yerra and Mon start screeching in protest from beside her. “Oh, pardon me. They all would like to take you for a ride at some point.”

The way your lips part, features lighting up with joy says it all.

Despite the grumbling you can hear coming from the males around you, each cannot deny the way that seeing that expression on your face makes their heart race. Warmth begins to flood their veins at seeing you so happy again after the incident with Miyeon. They’re just jealous that they weren’t the ones to be able to do it first.

“I humbly accept,” you reply, hearing the three dragons screech loudly. Both Yerra and Xiron begin hopping around in their spots, Mon beginning to shake once more. “Though, how about we save that for next time. We have a few things to discuss before then.”

The way you can see all three of the young dragons visibly pout has you chuckling fondly at them.

“Hey, it gives me another reason to come back for more visits.” You tell them, watching as they perk up immediately afterwards. “Now, let me get a good look at all of you.”

Xiron begins hopping around you excitedly, as your gaze roams over both Yerra and Mon. You notice how both of them stand a little straighter, chests puffing out as you look at them.

“My goodness, you’ve all really grown, haven’t you?” Your eyes shine with nothing but awe as you step towards the other two babies. “Can’t quite sit on my shoulder anymore, can you?”

A whine escapes Mon in response.

“I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” Seonghwa grumbles, lips tugging downwards as he looks towards the albino wyrm.

“I’m assuming he just said he could still try?” You quirk a brow, and at the soft way Wyno nods, you smile. “It’s okay, Mon. I may not be able to hold you like a human baby anymore, but I can still hug you.”

The wyrm positively wiggles at your words, immediately rushing over to you and tackling you to the ground. The way he tenderly rubs his cheeks all over your neck, cooing all the while has laughter escaping you in tandem. Tenderly, your hands brush over the skin on his back, Mon more than happy to lay half on top of your body seeing as he’s now slightly bigger than you are in stature.

“Were they like this the first time, too?” Yunho leans in towards Jongho, keeping his voice low.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Wooyoung sighs, answering for his brother as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks towards the ground.

“You never let us do that,” Mingi pouts, mirroring Wooyoung’s stance as he watches Mon continue to affectionately rub against you.

“Well, you are not a little baby dragon, Min.” You hum, finally being able to sit up as Mon slides off of you for the moment. “Though, I suppose you’re not a baby anymore, are you, Mon?”

A pleasant rumble escapes him, and you chuckle.

“Alright, Little Man,” you tenderly rub his head as you stand back to your feet. “Let me see Yerra, too.”

The female amphiptere straightens slightly in her spot as you walk over to her, her green scales shining vibrantly in the sunlight. Her tail continues to flick happily behind her, pupils dilating as you approach.

Out of the three of them, she’s grown the most. She’s certainly the biggest out of all of them, and that fact makes you smile.

“What a beautiful young lady!” You comment, and you can just tell that Yerra is beaming at you as her eyes crinkle at the sides, her forked tongue darting out to scent the air. “Would you like a hug as well, Yerra?”

The dragon positively screeches, already moving to wrap her tail around you and draw you into her body.

The moment your arms are around her, her wings encompass you. The way the light filters through the soft membrane, casting light green hues over you has your eyes shining in awe once more.

A moment later, and she unwraps both her wings and her tail from around you.

You step back, smiling wildly at the amphiptere before you. You just know from the way she is looking back at you, that she wears a similar expression.

“The moment they heard you were coming for a visit, they could hardly contain their excitement.” Wyno hums, looking over the three young dragons as they begin play fighting with one another just outside of the cave mouth. “Though, I don’t think you’ll be getting your jacket back anytime soon.”

Your brow furrows. “My jacket?”

“Yes,” she confirms, motioning for you all to follow her inside of the cave with her head. “It was left behind that last time you came for a visit.”

Realization flashes across your features as you nod slowly. “I see.”

“Mon has taken the liberty to add it to his collection,” Wyno replies casually. “Hence why I don’t think you’ll be getting it back. He nearly devours anyone who gets close to it; it’s his favourite treasure.”

“Is it, now?” Your brow quirks in amusement as you hear eight displeased growls sound from behind you. “Well, he can keep it for as long as he likes.”

“I’ll let him know,” Wyno’s eyes shine with amusement as she turns to see eight tense kings standing around you. “He also wanted me to gift you something. Wait here.”

A blink and Wyno has disappeared around one of the corners of the cave wall. Not even a moment later, and she’s returning holding a rather bulky cloth.

“Just be careful when you unwrap it,” Wyno says, gently placing the cloth in your hands.

Slowly, and with meticulous caution, you begin to unwrap the bundle.

The moment you see what resides within, your lips part, a small gasp escaping you. There, resting within the confines of the cloth, are Mon’s baby teeth. They stand stark white against the dark green of the fabric, sharp and deadly as you stare down at them in awe.

“To receive a gift of any sort from a dragon is a high honour, only awarded to those who have long since proved themselves worthy. To receive a part of the dragon themselves, even more so.” Wyno says, a smile on her face as her gaze darts just behind you for the moment.

Turning your head, you see Mon seemingly standing nervously to the side.

You smile, wrapping the teeth carefully back up within the cloth as you hold it to your chest. A second later, and you’ve stepped before the wyrm, a tender look in your eyes as you reach out to stroke a hand lovingly over his head. Gently, you lean down and place a kiss against his skin.

“Thank you, Mon,” you continue to softly stroke your hand over his head. “I will cherish this gift until the end of time.”

The wyrm coos softly at you, affectionately rubbing his cheek against your hand in the next moment.

“When were you going to tell us that he imprinted, Wyno?” Mingi is the one that poses the question, turning to look at the aforementioned woman with an expression of irritation on his face. A look that is somewhat mirrored by all of his brothers.

“He’s not the only dragon to have imprinted on her. Xiron plans to gift her his scales once he starts shedding them instead of moulting.” Wyno meets his gaze, golden eyes flashing beneath the torch light. “Additionally, I would not have approved such a gift had she not already received our blessing.”

“Received your blessing?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes.” Wyno grins, a knowing look pulling at her features as she looks over all of them before turning to you. “Your Queen is the first in a very long time to become Dragon Blessed.”

All eight of them inhale sharply, turning to look at you almost immediately.

Your curious gaze shifts from one male to the next as you clutch that bundle close to your chest. “What? What does that mean?”

“It means, My Child,” Wyno smiles softly at you, “you are one of us now. Whenever you should need us, all you have to do is think of us in your time of need, and we will be summoned to your side in seconds. You have received the highest honour we can bestow someone, even without their knowledge.”

You blink back tears, throat tightening with your emotions as nothing but pure gratitude and awe floods your veins. “I don’t understand.”

“You protected us like we were your own, without pause or hesitation.” Wyno closes the short distance between the two of you in order to rest her forehead against yours. Softly, your entire visage begins to glow as you stare deeply into her eyes, your heart pounding erratically in your chest. “You thought little of helping us despite the risk to your own life, which is more than even some dragons can say within this clan. You will forever have our alliance, and our friendship in repayment of this debt. You have honoured us, so now let us honour you.”

Your breath hitches as you see her step away from you. The way you see her golden eyes shining as she smiles sets your whole body glowing, a mark in the ancient language appearing over your brow where her forehead had just been pressing against your own. A symbol which annotates the bonds between you now. A symbol representing Wyno and every dragon that has come before, and that will subsequently come after her.

“Thank you,” your eyes shine with your unshed tears as an indescribable sense of happiness and gratitude floods your veins. The euphoric feeling warms your heart, sending pleasant tingles throughout your body and all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“You have more than earned this, My Child,” Wyno smiles softly. “It is well deserved.”

“Not even any of us are Dragon Blessed, Dearest,” Yeosang comments, coming to stand beside you in order to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Oh, really?” You quirk a brow, a certain pride filling your chest at this.

“I mean, I almost got my head bit off a few times. So, that has to count for something, right?” San grins as your mouth falls open.

“I was right!” You point at him, then back to Wyno.

“Like I’ve said before,” she chuckles. “Perceptive.”

“Wait, you told her already?” San pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I mentioned it,” Wyno shrugs.

“She didn’t let on to who it was, but I had my theories,” you grin widely, shoulders shaking lightly in laughter.

“Hang on, can we just backtrack to the fact that the children have imprinted on Our Beloved.” Mingi comments, blinking a few times as they all turn to look towards Wyno once more.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of the babies,” your voice holds a teasing lilt to it as you quirk a brow.

“We’re not jealous,” Seonghwa is quick to retort, lips tugging downwards as a frown pulls at his features.

“You know there are more than just the one kind of imprint that we can make, correct?” Amusement dances within Wyno’s golden gaze as she looks over all eight of them. “They’re young. It might be more than just innocent for now, but they’re all harmless.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you’re all jealous over some young dragons,” you chuckle, looping your free arm around Yeosang’s waist as you continue clutching that bundle to your chest.

At the way Hongjoong, San, and Wooyoung all quirk their brows in your direction, you’re quick to quirk yours back. You chuckle, shaking your head lightly.

“You all want me to get jealous over you so bad.” Again, there’s a teasing lilt to your voice as the corner of your lips twitch upwards.

“Can you blame us, Petal?” Yunho grins right along with you.

You tilt your head in acknowledgement, a soft hum escaping you in the next moment.

“Ah,” Wyno seemingly nods in understanding. “They told you of our previous sexual relations, then.”

“Yes,” you turn to meet her gaze. “They did. In a way.”

“In hopes to make you jealous?” Her brow furrows slightly, not quite understanding the situation. “From your reactions based upon our first meeting, I would imagine you would become more jealous of the fact that they have gotten to experience me and you have not.”

Your cheeks flare with heat as you nod quite pointedly. “Exactly!”

Eight low growls sound around you.

“The invitation is open, Blessed.” Wyno nods in your direction once, a certain mirth dancing within her eyes as she says this with a straight face.

A teasing, sultry grin pulls at your features as your eyebrow quirks. The corner of your mouth twitches upwards. “Name the time and place.”

“Whenever and wherever you desire, Blessed,” Wyno continues the teasing, watching as the males stiffen around you.

Turning to the eight males around you, you jokingly laugh out a, “come back in five hours?”

Only, the males do not seem to pick up on it, for warning snarls are escaping them in the next second. Even Yeosang’s grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer into his side.

A boisterous laugh escapes you, and even Wyno cannot prevent the mirth from pulling at her features as you now watch all eight of them look on at you in confusion.

“My Kings, you know I would never cheat on you.” Despite the laughter clinging to the edges of your voice, your tone is firm. “I thought I told you that it was one of the three worst things I believe someone could do to another.”

“You cannot blame us, Starlight,” Mingi grumbles, a pout tugging at his features.

“Especially not after you’ve expressed wanting to experience a dragon, Darling.” Jongho adds, smiling tersely.

“I also want to hug a bear, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go out and do it.” You chuckle, noticing how some of them, like Hongjoong, Yunho, and Yeosang, all look towards you with amusement in their eyes.

“Hug a bear?” San inquires.

You hum, turning back to face Wyno for the moment. Briefly, you open up your void to two males in particular: one with a pure white string, and one with a deep maroon string. No, I have you for that.

Both Wooyoung and Jongho share a look between each other out of the corner of their eyes, pleasant snarls threatening to escape them at any moment.

“Oh, I wonder if there are any krakens around,” you voice, somewhat absentmindedly.

“Believe me, My Child, you do not want to get involved with one of those.” Wyno grimaces, shaking her head slightly.

Your eyes widen as you shoot her a look. “Okay, we need to plan a girl’s night. I want to know all about your adventures with that kraken.”

“There was definitely more than one,” she nods, a sly grin pulling at her lips.

“Oh, now I’m definitely curious,” you grin right back, excitement clear on your features.

“Alas, those are stories for another time indeed.” Wyno sighs, somewhat wistfully. “You said you had urgent matters you wished to speak with me about?”

Immediately, your entire demeanour is shifting, expression morphing into one of seriousness.

“We do.” You nod firmly. “Thank you again for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice.”

“For you, My Child?” She hums. “Always.”

“We have some questions for you, Wyno,” Hongjoong steps forward, an air of regality washing over all of them as you watch all Eight Kings straighten. “We’re hoping you may be able to provide some more light onto Miyeon’s plans for us.”

“If you’re also here to ask me to align myself with you in the upcoming battles, you’re sadly wasting your breath,” her eyes flash. “I have already told you I will not send more of my own to die recklessly in abandon.”

“Not at all, Wyno.” You shake your head, taking a step forward in order to grasp her hand gently in your own. “We understand and respect your decision. I would not expect that of you, regardless.”

“I do not want to join in this fight, but if you should desire our aid, we will assist you.” She meets your gaze.

You squeeze your hand. “I would not do that to you. I am not selfish enough to go against your wishes and force you to fight on our side.”

Wyno nods, seemingly to herself.

“I was right.” She comments, squeezing your hand softly in her grasp. “You are an excellent Queen.”

Your heart positively flutters at her words, and you don’t even have to look to see the way all eight males straighten with pride at her words. They’ve always known such a decision is true, but to hear others confirm it, especially one as ancient and powerful as Wyno only solidifies that fact.

“Ask away.” She nods, stepping away from you for the moment and releasing her hold on your one hand.

Again, from the way the males all remain silent, you know that they are allowing you to take the lead. You’ve already discussed some of what you want to talk to Wyno about with them. You’re just glad that you have them to support you every step of the way.

“When Miyeon came to proposition you with Dimitri,” you begin, watching her every reaction carefully, “what was it she promised you, should you join her?”

Wyno takes a moment to consider your words, shooting a pointed look towards Yunho out of the corner of her eyes.

“I have no reason to lie to you, but if it eases your own minds, then you may continue monitoring my own while I answer.” She states, noticing how you shoot a pointed look towards the tall male out of the corner of your eyes. “That one boasted of obtaining great power, and once she had tumbled your regime, she would grant new territories to all those that served under her.”

Understanding immediately flashes across Wooyoung’s face. “At least we know how she won the sirens over. They’ve always wanted to expand their territories above land.”

At the way your brow furrows slightly, Seonghwa is quick to add, “Sirens are ambitious creatures. To a fault. They do not survive well on land, but they can step foot on it for a period of time before they have to return to the water. We’ve always denied their territory expansions because of it.”

“That, and the fact that they want to subdue the gorgons.” Mingi grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nod your understanding.

“That one was very careful with her words.” Wyno continues. “She never said she would expand our territories, only grant new ones to her supposed allies. Even if her aura alone didn’t reek of distrust and manipulation, her words did.”

“She’s misleading all of her allies with false promises,” Hongjoong observes, bringing a hand up to cup his chin as he thinks over Wyno’s words. A second later, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze. “It’s just as you thought, My Love.”

“She would have stopped at nothing to get what she wanted, and she wanted it all.” You say, frown tugging at your features. “Dimitri and Malik are just pawns in her game to ensure she gets what she wants. If she cannot claim everything for herself, no one can.”

“She will destroy us all.” Wyno agrees solemnly.

“So, the only thing she essentially promised you was more power,” San observes, leaning casually against the one wall of the cave.

“If that’s everything she’s ever wanted, then everyone else must want it, too.” Jongho adds. “In her eyes, she probably thought everyone was after the same things as her, so she had to guarantee that she would be the one coming out on top.”

“What better way to topple a regime than with a man on the inside?” You voice, mind briefly supplying you with a glimpse of that ex-general that one night in the desert. “When that didn’t work, she had to regroup and replan.”

“Only took her twenty years,” Seonghwa grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Better late, than never.” Yeosang exhales a sharp huff from his nose.

“She seemed so confident in herself.” Wyno goes on to say, brow furrowing as she recalls her memories from that day. “Which is why I believe she was so sure in her threats that I would regret turning her down. She seemed so certain I harboured some underlying resentment towards you, just as she did.”

“She was delusional in thinking everyone thought and felt the same as her,” Yunho growls, hands clenched in fists at his sides.

Carefully, you step over to him, placing a reassuring hand onto his arm.

Immediately, he relaxes, shoulders drooping as he leans slightly into your touch.

“Alright, well, that confirms one of my theories,” you nod softly. “She wanted everything she could get, and she would use any means necessary to claim it.”

“It’s sad that she’s had to manipulate those on her side in order for them to ally with her.” Wooyoung shakes his head, looking down at the ground for a brief moment.

“It really is,” you hum, sinking into Yunho’s side as he comes to wrap an arm around your waist.

“You have more theories?” Wyno shifts her focus towards you once more.

“I have only one other,” your brow furrows slightly. “It’s in regards to Dimitri.”

“What about the warlock?” Wyno tilts her head slightly in inquiry.

“I understand this is a somewhat odd question, but when you first described him, you said his aura was dark, and intentions darker.” You meet her gaze. “Is it possible to warp, or even taint someone’s aura like that?”

Wyno visibly blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by your inquiry.

“It is,” she says, carefully considering your words. “However, it takes someone tremendously skilled to manipulate someone’s visage like that, or the person will have had to undergo a tremendous loss which alters someone’s consciousness completely.”

A cold sense of dread settles over all of you right then and there.

“She killed his wife and children right in front of his very eyes,” you voice lowly.

Wyno inhales sharply.

“Yes.” She swallows thickly. “That would do it.”

“The aura,” you continue, “was it directed at anyone in particular?”

Again, the dragon before you takes a moment to consider your words.

“They were bonded, but perhaps not in the way I originally thought.” She replies. “Before she wormed her way in,” you tense slightly at her use of words, feeling as Yunho gently brushes against your mind reassuringly, “he could have launched a personal vendetta against her to cause such a bond, affecting the aura shift.”

“I see,” you nod, leaning your head against Yunho for support as your eyes fall closed. “I only have one more question for you, Wyno.”

“What is it, My Child?” Her tone is softer than a moment before, noticing the way you rest in Yunho’s arms for support.

“Did Dimitri-“ you take a breath to steady your nerves, “his eyes. Did he look sad to you?”

A pause.

“Yes.” Wyno responds, her voice cutting through the sudden tense silence around you all. “He did.”

You nod in understanding, heaving a deep breath in through your nose.

“Dimitri is but a mere puppet that she’s using in these games of hers.” You voice lowly. “He’s long since been trapped inside his own mind.”

Each male tenses around you, shooting you worried looks out of the corners of their eyes. They all know that you know exactly what it feels like to be trapped within your own mind, and it pains them to see you thinking about it now. The way they can see those memories swimming within your orbs has them all tenderly brushing against your void now.

Yunho pulls you closer.

A blink, and you manage to clear your thoughts enough to meet Wyno’s gaze once more.

“Thank you, Wyno, for everything today.” You say, bowing your head in acknowledgement to her. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and explained to us.”

“You are more than welcome, My Child.” She smiles softly, beginning to lead you all back towards the entrance of the cave. “Come and visit us at any time.”

You mirror her smile, though yours doesn’t quite reach your eyes for the moment.

Waving a final goodbye to the dragons, you find yourself leaning against Yunho for more support. Your mind swirls with the new information that you’ve learned today, and when you blink, you see the familiar sight of the foyer greet your vision. You barely register placing the bundle with Mon’s teeth down before you’re collapsing into one of the front couches.

“I was hoping that at least that theory was wrong,” you say, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees while clutching your head in your hands.

“Hey, hey,” Jongho’s voice is gentle as he kneels in front of you, lightly tugging your hands away from your face as he notices Yunho immediately sit on the couch beside you. “At least we have a better idea of what we’re dealing with.”

“Do you think he’s conscious of what he’s doing?” You voice, nothing but dread shining behind your eyes as you look around at all of them.

The eight males share a brief look.

“I doubt that he is,” Yunho rubs a hand over your back tenderly, feeling you relax the slightest bit beneath his touch. “Her hold over him might still be too strong.”

“Then, is killing him truly our best option?” You lift your head slightly, feeling the opposite side of the couch dip as Hongjoong sits beside you.

“Unfortunately, it might be,” he gently rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s a difficult choice, but it is one that has to be made.”

“I don’t want to give up on him,” you admit. “He’s in this mess in the first place because of me. This is all my fault.”

“Dearest,” Yeosang takes a step closer to you, kneeling beside Jongho as he takes one of your hands in his own. “You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it, though?” For the second time that day, tears begin to line your vision. Only, this time, they’re not from joy.

“No,” Mingi shakes his head. “It’s not.”

“You tell us constantly not to dwell or blame ourselves for things that are out of our control,” Seonghwa takes a step towards you, voice soft as you meet his gaze. “Please, My Divine, extend that same curtesy to yourself.”

A moment of silence settles over you as you consider his words. Then, softly, you nod.

“Whatever happens, we’ll get through this.” San’s voice is firm, nothing but the sincerest of promises falling from his lips.

“Together.” Wooyoung nods once, meeting your gaze with his own shining in determination.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, nodding once in confirmation. “Together.”

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Have I ever made a Stalker Deku AU?

Well, now I am. Yay.

(Note, it's not taken so seriously here, but fiction =/= reality on a one-to-one basis, just have some fun okay?)

Like, the story is mostly the same, but Izuku has attachment issues, so he stalks his friends and enemies.

As a little kid, he would follow Katsuki around in general, especially after he was diagnosed because no one else would really talk to him or play with him anymore. Not even Katsuki's group of friends really actually talks with him when Kacchan's not around. His world of potential friends and associations shrunk down to his mom, Katsuki, and Katsuki's family, basically.

He doesn't want to lose them, so he starts following the ones closest to him, namely his mom and Katsuki. If he follows them around and finds out what they like, then he can find a way to make them like him.

Katsuki notices and bullies Izuku more, but Izuku doesn't mind. If Kacchan likes bullying him and that gives him attention, Izuku will accept anything. He just doesn't want to be left alone.

His desire to not be ignored also fed into his hero obsession. People listen to him when he talks about heroes online. He gets to have conversations with people! But they don't like it when he's wrong about something. So he has to stop being wrong. To stop being wrong, he has to study every detail he can find about all the heroes so he'll be right at least 90% of the time, if not 95%.

That requires detailed study on heroes, so he spends a good amount of time doing that. He also notices that his mom is happy when he makes good grades, so even as he studies heroes, he must maintain an A average in school

He records as much as he can about the people who give him attention. Their birthdays, favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite clothes, things they don't like eating, places they visit often, medical conditions if any, diet and exercise regimes, common routes they travel, hair growth rate if they're especially important to him.

When Katsuki calls him a creep, he's absolutely not wrong. At the very least, Izuku's plain but cute and has wide, unassuming eyes. He invokes the feeling of a nervous or happy puppy to others.

Though, his already dark habit can have darker implications. Like when he starts intimately studying villains so he can be of more use to heroes who need him.

However, because he has a very detailed view into each of their lives, Izuku comes to a rather surprising conclusion:

Heroes can be evil, and villains can be good, but desperate.

He stops seeing heroes as inherently good and villains as just "the bad guys," and he doesn't excuse certain intentional crimes from either side, especially extortion, sexual assault, or murder (not including self-defense).

Those who commit such crimes with vicious intent face the Izuku who has no light in his eyes. The Izuku with a shadow over his blank face. The Izuku whose blackened gaze stares right into their souls and decrypts the very things that make them tick.

And when he has enough details, he sends it to people he think are trustworthy. Though, from his investigation into the police, there are several he's gathered intel on that don't meet his expectations either.

Though, of course, he spends most of his time looking at the people he loves, wanting them to like him as much as possible. If push came to shove, he'd even risk his life to help them.

That's why, when All Might rescues him, he almost faints at the fact his most beloved hero (even with all his flaws, all his faults, all his mistakes, all his failures, all his weaknesses) is in proximity to him!! If they could hold hands, he'd cry.

That's why, instead of waiting for heroes to arrive, the instant he sees that Katsuki's the one suffocating, he doesn't hesitate to run. Most importantly, he forgets what his face is doing.

And he's glaring at the assailant with eyes that could kill. Of course, Katsuki sees this, too.

Izuku's able to get Katsuki's face out, and with his ears no longer plugged with slime, he hears what Izuku's mumbling.

"Let go let go let go let go let go he's mine mine mine mine mine--"

And he's able to yank the top half of Katsuki's body out, but since he hasn't built up enough strength yet, that's the limit of his abilities.

But, thankfully, All Might witnessed Izuku's daring rescue, knowing he's quirkless, and he buffs up once more to save the day.

Still, Izuku's frazzled. He's still in fight mode when the heroes come to talk to him and get the details. They find out that he's quirkless, and his heroic actions become ridiculous and endangering.

And since he's still hopped up on adrenaline, he slips.

"Oh, I guess I was supposed to wait for you to do nothing and kill my friend, then."

The heroes berating him pause, mouths dropping open. He stares at them, unblinking. He doesn't notice that one of the news people recording are picking up his voice.

"I guess I was supposed to just stand there and watch him die. Is that what you're saying to me?"

"...Listen, it was for your safety--"

Izuku points at each of them, one by one.

He tells them ways they could've used their quirks to help resolve the issue. Even if it wouldn't have done so completely cleanly, it would've immediately gotten the victim away from the assailant and restricted his ability to escape.

"I wasn't going to allow your lack of creativity kill my friend, and now I'm at fault for that?"

The heroes don't have much else to say when confronted with that information. Instead, as though licking their wounds, the ones scolding him continue to do so, and Izuku looks away, listening and filing them away in a special mental folder he has for people he has no hope in.

Of course, after the fact, Katsuki finds and yells at Izuku. Telling him he didn't need Izuku to save him. That he's not "his," that he's his own person.

And Izuku smiles so sweetly, happy. He's always happy when those he likes acknowledge and speak to him.

"I know that, Kacchan. You're amazing."

Kacchan couldn't escape this time, but that's because he was panicking. It's completely understandable for him to panic. But if he'd focused his firepower, he could've escaped by himself. But that's okay. The people he loves have flaws and aren't perfect.

Even so, they're the best.

#stalker deku au #static writes #static drabbles #mha #bnha #bnha au

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The Lost Queen - V

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.

— word count: +2,370.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog

— the lost queen series masterlist.

Chapter 5

You looked at Perdiccas fondly, feeling happy and relieved to have an ally, no, a friend in the midst of all this chaos.

''Can we come in?'' He asked smiling gently.

''Yes.''

Perdiccas took your hand and led you to the tent. Opening the flap of the tent, you entered along with Perdiccas and they were greeted by an impressive sight.

Even though they were in the middle of a military camp and in the middle of nowhere, it was still well prepared and decorated. There was a large table set up where everyone else was sitting and chatting like old friends. You looked at the food and there was a wide variety, to your surprise, fruits, breads, cakes, lots of wine, water and other foods that you couldn't identify at the moment.

It was really well done.

Everyone stopped talking the moment you started walking to the table. There were two free chairs, one beside a black-haired and bearded general and one beside another you had recognized as the one who had insulted your outfit a few hours ago. You snorted at the thought and, letting go of Perdiccas's hand, you sat down in the chair beside the black-haired and bearded general. Perdiccas frowned a little, but took the chair next to his friend.

You, aware of the stares, felt sulky and embarrassed. You coughed a little and looked at the general beside you who smiled at you.

''Hello...'' You murmured softly.

He chuckled a little and leaned in close to you, ''Hello.'' His voice was deep and amused.

You nodded, but didn't look away. You knew it was rude not to look at someone when they were talking to you.

''Your name is (Y/N), isn't it?'' It wasn't a question, but you nodded. ''Nice to meet you. I am Cleitus.''

Oh. You blinked in surprise, remembering him from the history books. Cleitus the Black, a veteran general who fought under Philip and Alexander after Philip death.

''It's a pleasure and an honor.'' You said, your voice a little louder. If it were possible, Cleitus' smile widened even more.

You just smiled, not knowing what to say. But honestly, what could you talk about? All of this still felt like a dream, a nightmare, but it wasn't. You was over 2,000 years in the past and was dealing with people who are already dead to you. So how was you supposed to carry on a conversation?

You had never been a very communicative person, although you had her friends, you were quite quiet and never bothered. Everyone understood you and it never bothered you that she was a person of few words.

But now...

Now you didn't know what to do. You needed to say something, you needed to because everyone was looking at you like you were an alien. Not that you judged them, because you was quite different from them. Maybe not in appearance, because as far as you was aware, you are human and looked like one, but... Your way of acting and the clothes you had worn earlier were obviously not common.

You needed to leave soon.

You cleared your throat and grabbed a glass of wine, sipping a little and, in a weak attempt to break the ice, you said, ''The wine is excellent.''

You stole a look at Perdiccas and smiled when you saw the explicit approval in his eyes.

''Indeed, it's excellent.'' You turned towards the voice and frowned a little when you realized it was the man who had called you a whore earlier. You didn't know his name, yet, but you could already tell the two wouldn't get along.

''Why, Craterus, be polite!'' You looked at the other man, Ptolemy, you recognized him, who had warned the one had called her a whore.

Craterus. She mentally rolled her eyes, of course it had to be him.

Craterus bared his teeth at the other man, ''I'm nice, Ptolemy.''

''Where are you even from, (Y/N)?'' You turned to look at who had caught her eye. You smiled at him, it was Hephaestion.

''I'm from...'' You thought for a while, ''a very far place, as I said before.''

Hephaestion smiled at you and his face got hot. Why did he have to be handsome?

''Yes, I remember.'' He looked at Alexander who was drinking wine.

He smiled at his friend, that is, if they were just friends, and turned his gaze to you.

''But we would like to know the name, ma'am.''

You frowned and sighed. Fine, if they wanted to know the name of your country, they would, but it wouldn't do any good.

''I'm from (C/N).''

''(C/N)? Never heard of it.'' He replied, looking at you intently.

''It's a very distant and unimportant place, not worth mentioning.'' You lied, hoping he would stop asking questions.

Hephaestion hummed and decided not to ask any more questions, picking up his glass of water, and drinking its liquid. You noticed that he was the only one who didn't drink wine at the table.

You grabbed your wine and drank one more time, sure you needed alcohol to settle your nerves from that night. Getting drunk wasn't the smartest decision, you knew that, but a little drinking wouldn't hurt.

It's not like you're going to fall down drunk, right?

Drinking really hadn't been your best choice.

Was it your tenth glass of wine? You had stopped counting after the seventh.

You weren't exactly weak to liquor, but this wine was pretty strong. It was sweet, which only increased your liking for it and you had lost count of the glasses you had had.

If you were sober you might have noticed Alexander's eyes on you.

''So, (Y/N)...'' Your mind, numbed by drink, had hardly noticed that it was Alexander himself who was speaking to you. ''How is this your Birthplace? (C/N), I believe?''

You muttered something unintelligible.

''What did you say? Repeat.'' He ordered, not taking his eyes off you.

You looked up from your plate and looked at the King who was staring at you as if he could read your thoughts. You frowned and pouted, but replied, ''It's a nice spot…''

''Nice?'' He looked more than a little dissatisfied with your answer.

''It's sparsely populated and unknown... No big deal, my King...'' Your voice was slurred with drink, but you were still sane enough not to say anything that might give you away.

''And the location?'' Alexander persisted.

''Very far away.''

''How far?''

You growled. Was this a fucking interrogation? Something clicked in your mind and you grabbed some water, thinking about your answer.

''Very far away.''

''If it's so far away, how did you end up near my camp?''

Fuck.

''I do not remember.''

''Do not you remember? Do you remember where you are, your name and you remember how to speak greek but you don't know how you ended up in my camp?'' He sneers and you feel like flying at his neck.

Fortunately for Alexander's neck, Hephaestion decided to intervene.

''Alexander! I don't think this is going to go anywhere, we're not in an interrogation and it's obvious that (Y/N) is drunk. Asking questions will do no good at this point.''

Alexander looks at Hephaestion and sighs, drinking his wine again. He must have had a pretty good intolerance for alcohol because he had drunk more than you and was quite capable of acting the way he wanted to.

You drank five bottles of alcohol with your friends and you were almost falling drunk on the sidewalks.

Your friends... Your heart ached at the thought of them. How would they be? Would May and Andrew still be their usual melodrama? Did they miss you?

With these thoughts about your friends, a wave of depression washed over you. You shrank back in your chair and that caught Cleitus's attention.

''Hey girl, are you alright?'' He was just as drunk, if not more, than you were.

''Yes... Just some bad thoughts.'' You mumbled and took a piece of bread.

''I know how it is...'' He frowned, ''Sometimes I have some bad thoughts too. It's horrible, isn't it? You would think a general like me would be above that, but I'm not.''

You were surprised by his sincerity.

''No, I don't think...'' You shrugged, feeling a little more sober, ''We all have bad moments and terrible thoughts. It's human, isn't it?

Cleitus looked at you and smiled lovingly.

''Yes, you're right.'' He brought his hand to your cheek and squeezed it gently, you looked at him in surprise but didn't interrupt him. ''Your skin is smooth and unscarred...''

You mentally scoffed. You weren't a soldier, so it was obvious you didn't have any battle scars.

Without waiting for your answer, Cleitus removed his hand and looked into your eyes. You felt something inexplicable when those eyes as black as night stared at you.

''I liked you, (Y/N). I hope we can be friends.''

You looked at him delighted and felt your eyes wet. Friends... You liked the sound of that.

''I'd really like that.'' He smiled at you and drank some more of his wine. You looked at his plate and picked up a grape, biting into it heartily.

Friends. That was good. It would be good for you to make friends.

The hours passed and you had forgotten all your sorrows, your fears as you ate, drank and talked.

You felt like you had known them for years and you liked it.

Cleitus and Nearchus were two comedies. The two of them together were like comedians, cracking jokes and laughing. You had even gone so far as to squirt wine through your nose after they made you laugh.

At that point, you felt more comfortable and happy.

Really happy.

You could get used to it, with them if everything was different. It was a disturbing thought, but true.

Everything was calm and fun. With the loud laughter and the strong smell of alcohol, but it didn't last long.

Not when Alexander, visibly drunk and not a little, decided to open his mouth.

''I wish to marry (Y/N).''

The entire table fell silent and everyone looked back and forth between you and Alexander.

Your heart soared at his words.

Cleitus looked at you and frowned at your reaction. That wasn't right and he decided to protect you.

The previously happy environment had become hostile and not even the music masked the discouragement everyone felt at Alexander's announcement.

You closed your eyes, feeling like digging a hole like ostriches did and hiding your head. Or to cry. Either option would do.

This was too much to handle. You hadn't even been there for a whole day and a mess was about to break out. You just hoped it didn't end in anyone's murder.

How foolish you were to think you could live in peace for a while.

''What do you mean, Alexander?'' Hephaestion asked, sure he had misheard.

''What you heard.'' The King replied to his best friend, drinking some more of his wine. You frowned, but wisely kept quiet. It was better not to say anything at the moment.

''Did drink rob you of all your good judgment, my King?'' Cleitus sneered loudly and shamelessly, drawing everyone's attention.

Alexander's head turned towards Cleitus and he glared at the general with seething hatred. Your stomach lurched and nausea hit you, an urge to throw out all the food you'd consumed tonight. By god, or gods, you didn't know that much more, but you prayed to anyone that no one was killed.

Especially Cleitus.

You had seen Alexander's maddening gaze and felt dread. Not for you, but for others. For the people you came to enjoy the company of after this feast.

''Do you dare question me, Cleitus?'' Alexander's drunken voice could carry through the entire tent and you flinched at his tone.

Cleitus didn't answer, just sipped his wine and picked up a lone grape from his plate, popping it into his mouth. He didn't say anything, but disapproval was visible in the veteran general's gaze.

And that was enough for Alexander.

Everyone alarmed when Alexander rose from his chair, furious, and pointed an accusing finger at the general sitting next to him.

''I suggest you hold your tongue, Cleitus.'' Alexander snarled, placing callused hands on his waist. It would have been a comical sight, you supposed, since he wasn't very tall, but that didn't stop him.

No, it definitely wasn't an impediment.

Alexander might not be a tall man, but he was intimidating. And that was understandable, he had been trained since he was a child and was a warrior, a general and a King created to kill and conquer and destroy those who stand in his way without remorse.

He was a dangerous man. A man who could make you die in the most painful ways. And yet here you were, sharing a meal with him like it was nothing.

Cleitus rose from his chair, his face twisted into a grimace.

''Do you want to marry her?'' He pointed at you, and if you weren't scared, you could tell you were offended. ''Are you that drunk, Alexander?''

Alexander pushed his chair to the side and your eyes widened as he grabbed a sword from his waist.

''Think carefully about your next words.'' Alexander growled loudly and raised his sword, pointing it at the general at his side.

But Cleitus didn't listen to reason, he picked up his own sword and everyone's eyes widened as he placed it on the table.

The others rose cautiously, Ptolemy holding Cleitus by the arm with help from Nearchus, while Hephaestion and Perdiccas held Alexander. Cassander and Philotas watched all this with neutral, amused expressions.

Craterus and Parmenion looked tempted to intervene, but they didn't budge.

You got up from the table and tried to calm Cleitus. You couldn't let him die, not like this...

But he didn't care and neither did Alexander. The moment the general raised his sword, Alexander broke free of his friends' grip and lunged at the general. You screamed as Alexander thrust his sword into Cleitus' abdomen, and Cleitus screamed in pain and fell against you and those still holding him.

Alexander had stabbed Cleitus.

You didn't know what to do. You needed to help him, you needed to save his life. Cleitus shouldn't die now.

You wouldn't let him die now.

— lady l: ...I don't have anything to declare, except that maybe this wasn't the drama you expected? This is just a taste of the real drama to come! I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading and drink water!!

#yandere history #history #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #yandere historical characters #the lost queen #alexander the great x reader #long fic #fanfic #tlq

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