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sugarsweb · 1 year

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DF!Madara Mikejima x Fem!Reader

ABORT MISSION. You're tasked with getting information and run into someone you shouldn't have. (Originally posted Sep 28th)

Contains : Fem!Reader, smut, mentions of killing, Double Face!Madara, possessiveness, praise kink (good girl, etc), slight size kink (stomach bulge, etc), slight breeding kink, inaccurate lore, not proofread, etc.

A/N : Let me just preface this fic by saying Madara Mikejima makes me incredibly unwell. Some more stuff you should know before reading this is; Madara might be slightly OOC but I tried my best to keep his teasing and carefree personality in there. I also tried to keep the dress up to the reader’s imagination besides being low-cut and has a slit in the side to expose reader’s legs. This is also the first full smut fic I’ve written in a while so I truly apologize if any of the actual smut part is rusty, let me know!

Word Count : 5.5k+

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

This was not how your night was supposed to go.

Not at all.

You weren’t excited about having to meet Gatekeeper in the first place, but orders were orders, and you had dedicated your life to following them. However, it seemed like the rest of the world decided to test the oath you had sworn all that time ago. You look down at your glass of champagne, reminiscing about the beginning of your evening as you avoided eye contact with a certain someone.

Your dress clung to all the right parts of your body to accentuate your curves, the colour of the fabric suited perfectly to compliment your skin tone. Your heels clacked against the cement pathway leading to the huge mansion where hundreds of rich, overpowered men and women of the music industry (and more) would be gathering tonight. What should have been nervousness coursing through your veins was instead replaced by the adrenaline you usually felt during your missions - somehow comforting to you, perhaps a curse to others. You mastered the art of hiding what you truly felt, the shake in your hands long gone by the time you arrived at the huge doors of the mansion.

You could hear the classical music from outside, letting other invitees brush by your shoulder as you repeated the same mantra in your head - you can do this. Truthfully, as much as your brain loved to overthink things, you already knew you could do this. You’ve done it a thousand times before, what’s one more mission to add to the list?

Well, for one, having to initiate contact with Gatekeeper and gather intel is not your ordinary mission, at least for someone like you. Gatekeeper was someone involved beyond the idol world, and you didn’t step out of that boundary… much. He was powerful, well-known, and most importantly, a killer. A nagging voice at the back of your mind rudely reminds you, ‘well, who isn’t?’ and you quickly decide to put an end to those thoughts, instead replacing it with your analytical, observational ones as you finally took your first step inside the building.

Gold decorated the halls, marble columns holding the twenty-foot ceilings up high, intricate designs laid upon them. If you weren’t in such a controversial position, you could’ve possibly enjoyed the architecture and paintings decorating the walls, but now wasn’t the time to think about it.

Now was the time to find a drink and naturally let your well-crafted persona surface - now it was time to infiltrate and gather information on the people you so desperately despise. You walked up to the bar, ordering a glass of champagne for yourself, and you took a seat once the bartender handed you your drink, scanning your surroundings. Everyone was dressed to the nines; you noticed one woman had a pure diamond necklace resting on her neck, surely worth thousands. Her jewellery could put your own to shame, the ones your boss had so generously given you for this specific night, and you knew he spent an incredible amount of money so your costume was as perfect as possible.

You took a sip of your champagne, letting the bubbly drink soothe the rest of your nerves. A nice drink, you thought to yourself, maybe you’ll sneak a bottle back home when you leave. God knows you wouldn’t be able to afford it outside of this place.

“Enjoying yourself?” A voice spoke up from next to you, and you smiled as fate has dealt you a good hand (ironic, you bitterly think now, considering the situation you’re currently in) - next to you stood a tall man with slicked back hair, dressed in an all-black suit and expensive gold rings adorning his fingers.

Gatekeeper.

He’s good-looking, but certainly not your type. A certain brunette came to mind- damn it, brain, this isn’t the time!

“Yes, I am.” You gave him a small, charming smile. “And you?”

“Of course I am,” Gatekeeper chuckled, “I’m surrounded by beautiful music and now I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman. How could I not?”

You patted yourself on the back for not letting your smile waver out of disgust. “Well, it’s a lovely night for such an occasion. You are?”

Granted, you knew everything about him already - or, as much information as there is about him out there. If you truly knew him, you wouldn’t be here.

“Gatekeeper. And you…?” His hand reached out to shake yours, and you gently accepted it.

You gave him the fake name that your boss had given you for the night, and Gatekeeper nodded, smirking. If he had seen you before around ES Square, he didn’t give away that he recognized you - and knowing how careful you’ve been about your true identity, you doubt he had ever even heard of you. “A pleasure.”

“Well, the pleasure is all mine.” He raised his glass of red wine, and you clinked your delicate glass of champagne and gave a small ‘cheers’.

You continued talking about this and that, mostly about the newer idols making their units’ names known. Gatekeeper had an alluring voice, you’re aware, but it doesn’t work on you. He tried to drag you in with his sweet words, and you played along, assumingly falling into the trap he thought he laid out in front of you. However, there was no glint in his eye when he talked about the things he’s apparently ‘passionate’ about - his smile was fake, and the politeness in his voice was void of any true respect towards you. You’re just another pawn in his game, but little did he know you have control of the board.

The conversation flowed smoothly with your perfect lies, the two of you faking each moment spent together. You knew you were getting somewhere when he accidentally dropped the name of someone you recognize - before, he had just been talking about his colleagues anonymously.

Gotcha.

It shouldn’t have been this easy though, and unfortunately, you proved yourself right when you caught a glimpse of a long, green jacket flashing by, and another matching uniform quickly passing by in the hall. To anybody else, they were invisible, perfectly moulding with the picture-perfect, rich environment surrounding you all, but to your keen eye, they were practically glowing.

Double Face was not supposed to be here.

Madara’s green eyes locked onto yours, and you saw the shock on his face before he quickly wiped it off, melting back into his stone-faced look. Shit. Kohaku noticed his reaction, and turned his head in the direction where his companion was staring, his eyes landing on your figure right next to Gatekeeper. Shit, shit, shit.

You frowned right back, but before either of them could look away, you placed your arm on the bar’s high table and tapped the counter repeatedly, without Gatekeeper noticing as he glanced away when someone called his name. Tap tap, pause. Tap tap tap. Pause. Tap. You swear you saw a look of relief wash over Madara’s face, and he nodded, before motioning to Kohaku to follow him, and just like that, they disappeared into the crowd, but you can still feel Madara’s eyes on your body.

Which brings you back to your current predicament.

Gatekeeper turns back to you and notices the way you stare absentmindedly at your champagne.

“Is everything alright?” He asks with faux-concern.

You turn to him, looking at him and give him a perfectly sculpted nervous smile. “Yes, I’m just not used to being in such a big venue with so many people. What am I even supposed to do?”

His calculating eyes seem to ponder your words for a moment - shit, did you slip up? There was no way you could have. However, Gatekeeper merely chuckles and his hand comes up to place itself on your right cheek, cradling it gently. God, you want to throw up. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll teach you.”

He places his empty glass of wine on the counter, you following in suit, and leads you to the ballroom, where couples dance together to the classical music the orchestra plays. His hand settles on your waist, the other entangling itself in your own (ugh, is his hand sweaty?), which prompts you to place your free hand on the bicep of his arm holding your waist.

“Do you dance?” He asks you.

“Quite poorly.” You hope you step on his foot.

“Nonsense, nothing a little practice can’t solve.” And with that, he starts to sway to the orchestra, and you play your part of the helpless woman who can’t dance to save her life.

(You’ve taken dance lessons since you were six.)

You continue to dance in your waltz of lies, continuing to talk about the idol life between the two of you - ever since his slip-up, Gatekeeper chooses his words carefully. The alcohol must have loosened his tongue, but the namedrop sobered him up quickly. He was a smart and calculating man, you’ll give him that.

Speaking of smart and calculating men, you can feel the gaze of your favourite one staring right at you, and a subtle glance to the right confirms your suspicions. Madara is still keeping an eye on you, not out of maliciousness, but rather of concern. The small furrow of his brow is familiar to you (he gave you the same look when you accidentally fell off stage during your unit’s practice), and you try to give him the most subtle reassurance you can muster through eye-contact alone. His once crossed arms slowly go back to his side, and he taps his pointer finger against his thigh - alright, he’s saying. But the fire in his eyes is far from dying down. The look on his face sends a shiver down your spine.

The song comes to an end, and with that, so does your dance. You try not to pull away too quickly from your partner, unless you want to give away how eager you are to stop touching him.

“Tonight was lovely,” Gatekeeper says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “but duty calls. I hope we will meet again soon.”

Go to hell, is what you want to say, but you hold yourself back. “Thank you for the dance.” And with that, you part ways.

You try to find a quiet place to gather your thoughts and go over the intel you’ve collected thus far from your quiet conversations between the man. Your eagerness to get out of the ballroom keeps you momentarily distracted, and while turning a corner (perhaps too quickly) your face makes contact with a soft wall. You keep your yelp down, a hand smacking right over your mouth.

A soft wall?

Looking up, you lock eyes with the man who has been distracting you all night.

“Mikejima,” you greet, trying not to look too excited upon finally talking to him - keeping your true emotions at bay was hard with him, it seems.

He says nothing back. One of his gloved hands settles on the small of your back, pushing your body completely flush against his, his other hand coming up to the back of your head, tucking it in his neck. Madara’s lips brush against your ear as he leans down to speak words only the two of you can hear.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” He says, and something in your lower stomach ignites.

You try your hardest to ignore it - if you gave in to your true feelings, he would become a liability, a weakness, somebody who can be used against you in case you ever fall into the wrong hands.

There’s no anger in his eyes when he pulls away from your rather intimate position to look at you, only aggressive concern. In fact, the anger appears when he looks towards the ballroom, and you turn to see him glaring daggers at Gatekeeper, who is now mingling with an older-looking man - the exact man he name-dropped earlier.

“Let’s move someplace else.” Madara gently grabs your hand, dragging you off into the hallway you had turned towards earlier.

“What about Koha–” You start to say, but he interrupts you.

“He’ll be fine.”

Knowing he’s right, you nod, and the two of you set off into the maze of hallways, coming across fewer and fewer people until you’re in a seemingly-abandoned section of the mansion, and Madara opens the door to a lavish-looking bedroom.

He closes the door behind you both, and motions for you to sit on the bed. Hesitantly, you do so - what if he was actually mad, and truly thought you were working alongside Gatekeeper? You’d rather die.

“What were you doing here tonight?” He’s standing right in front of you, arms crossed once again.

The one question you can’t answer.

“Who do you work for?” The brunette asks. He takes one step forward, and it feels like your eyes are permanently locked together as you keep your mouth shut tightly.

Another question you can’t answer.

“...Do you work for Gatekeeper?”

“No.” You immediately say, knowing that you can answer that question.

“Thank god.” Madara sighs out, a small grin on his face. “I knew it, but hearing it from you is a thousand times better.”

It seems that even on a mission, he still holds that carefree personality he tries so hard to uphold.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“C’mon, if you can’t answer that, you think I can?”

Your shoulders drop, and you rest your elbows on your thighs, head going slack. You feel like you can finally drop the persona you perfectly crafted for your mission in Madara’s presence, and you can hear him chuckle at your relaxed body language.

“Tough day at work, huh?” He muses, and you let out a small, breathless laugh, raising your head to look at him.

“Something like that, yeah. I feel nearly damn tainted by having his hands on me.” You don’t have to even say his name, because both of you know exactly who you’re talking about. And judging by the frown once again settling on Madara’s gorgeous features, you know he’s not a fan of Gatekeeper in the least.

“I didn’t like him touching you like that.”

It’s hard to not read into his words, but when an attractive man standing right in front of you says that - the same attractive man you’ve been fantasising about for god-knows-how-long and desperately crushing over - your brain nearly goes haywire and you feel yourself warm up.

Your head goes back to resting in your hands, and you can clearly hear Madara’s slow footsteps approaching you. He crouches down to your level so he can look into your eyes. When you make a point of not holding eye contact (curse your stupid brain), his hand grabs ahold of your face and keeps it still. His fingers are pressing against your jaw gently yet firmly, and it feels like electricity zaps down your spine as you see the look in his emerald green eyes - his pupils are nearly completely dilated.

Deciding to test the waters, you ask:

“Touching me like what?” Your cheeks warm up even more at the sound of your meek, desperate voice - Madara must’ve heard that.

He sighs, his eyes closing momentarily as his head drops a bit, his bangs covering his face from your view. He looks back up after a second or two, his messy hair framing his face beautifully, and you feel like you’ve died, gone to heaven and been greeted by an angel. “Never realised you’d be a brat about this.”

“A br–?! Ah!” Your exclamation is quickly interrupted when Madara’s hand leaves your face, instead hooking underneath your thighs so he can make you fall backwards onto the bed, and he quickly crawls on top of you, his strong thighs keeping you in between him.

“You know exactly what he did.” He mutters, and your faces are so close your noses brush against each other. The warmth emanating from him seems to surround you, and your heart beats wildly against your ribcage as you feel your cunt clench around nothing.

Madara’s thumb strokes your bottom lip, letting his touch leave a fiery trail in its wake. Your breath shudders in anticipation, waiting for him to do something, anything, more. Your eyes flutter close, and the man on top of you huffs.

“Look at me.” He demands.

Your eyes snap up to him once you hear the stern tone in his voice, and he smiles at your compliance.

You’ve always been a rather assertive woman, not letting people walk over you as long as you could help it. You know what you want and how to get it, and your missions have always been successful because of your attitude. However, with Madara on top of you, all you can think about is how badly you want to be good for him. You know he’s thinking along the same lines as you as you glance down and see a tent in his dark grey pants.

Your hand reaches out to give him a bit of relief, but before your fingers can brush against his clothed dick, he grabs your hand and pins it above your head. Madara bends down to mouth against your neck, the neckline on your dress exposing your delicate skin and being suggestive enough to leave others wanting to see more.

“Seeing him touching you like that, it pissed me off so much.” You can hear the strain in his voice, his hand tightening around your pinned one. Your free hand comes up to run your fingers through his soft hair before cupping his face, and he gives you a gentle look.

“Mikejima,” You say softly, “It’s a mission. That’s all it is.” Your thumb strokes his face, and he seems to lean into the comforting contact for a moment before he hardens his expression again.

He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, and you feel goosebumps cover your skin as he continues speaking.

“I know,” he mumbles, “but he should know not to touch what doesn’t belong to him.”

The fire in your lower stomach continues to be fanned by his words, and you clench your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction to pleasure yourself. Madara’s sensual touches only make you feel more needy for what you crave. You decide to continue to push his buttons, tilting your head in mock-confusion.

“Who do I belong to, then?”

That was the tipping point.

His thigh moves in-between your own, pressing against your clothed cunt and he lets go of your hand to place both of his on your waist, rolling your hips to grind against him. You whimper at the sudden action, your own hands reaching out to grasp his shoulder tightly. You feel his strong muscles clench underneath your touch, and you’re suddenly reminded of how strong Madara really is. He could easily use his strength to snap your neck, but instead he’s using it to keep your body flush against his own.

He leans down to nip at your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly as your moans get louder and more desperate, and you feel his teeth bite down hard enough to leave a mark in a very obvious spot for everyone to see. He clearly wants to imprint the message in your mind - you belong to him.

Madara moves to take the strap of your dress off of your shoulder so he can leave more bruises along your collarbone and shoulder, his hand slipping from your waist to cup your breast and give it a firm squeeze. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you start moving your own hips against his thigh desperately.

“Are you so desperate for me you’re gettin’ off of my thigh?” You feel his warm breath against your skin along with his lips curling into a smile.

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you shake your head, embarrassed. “‘M not…”

“No need to be shy, baby,” he chuckles, “tell me what I wanna hear, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Madara’s hand wanders down as he speaks, trailing down to your thigh and disappearing in between the cut of the dress that exposes your leg. His touch sets your body ablaze, his fingers finally brushing against the area where you need him most. He traces the lace of your underwear before letting his hand cup your heat, and stops all movement as he looks at you expectantly.

What he wants to hear?

He taps a finger against you as you take too long to reply, and you jolt at the sudden contact of his finger against your clit - the light touch leaves you wanting more. He gives you a disappointed look, nearly giving you puppy eyes, and you panic internally as you feel him start to pull away.

“Well, I guess you didn’t want this, then...” The hand that cupped your breast moves to cup his own erection instead, the outline of his dick clear against his tight pants. In the dim light of the room, you can kind of see how big he is.

“No-!” You say quickly and desperately, yet mindful to keep your voice down in case anybody did come into this part of the mansion. “Please, I need you so badly.”

“Say it then,” he says, unbuckling the belt around his waist. It’s at that moment that you realise that his long, green jacket (you think to yourself that it counts as a cape) had been removed previously - you must’ve been too distracted to notice. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Oh.

You know your panties are ruined now.

Your body feels like a furnace as you try to muster the courage to say the words he wants to hear.

“Mikejima, I belong to you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

What?

You think for a moment before you realise - he wants you to call him by his first name.

“I’m yours, Madara.” You say confidently. You realise it’s the first time you’ve ever called him that.

He groans happily, fully taking his belt off and loosening the tie around his neck. Madara rewards your answer by running his fingers through your wet folds, covering them with your own arousal. The movement of his hand is restricted by your underwear, which he impatiently rips off of your body.

“Hey! I liked those.” You whine.

“Aw, that’s too bad,” he gives you a fake pout before he speaks again, “but if you keep whinin’, I’ll use it as a gag to shut you up. You want that?”

As hot as it sounds at the moment, you shake your head - you want to feel his lips against yours, and having a gag in your mouth would prevent that. Madara smiles at your willingness and carelessly throws your ruined panties to the other side of the room. He continues undressing himself until he’s shirtless, his toned, strong body on display for you to appreciate. He moves the two of you further up the bed until your head is comfortably resting against the soft pillows, your hair splayed out around you. Your lover climbs back on top of you, strong arms keeping you caged underneath him - in that moment, with your eyes hazy, lips parted in a silent pant, you look like an angel to him.

Madara’s hand goes to the small of your back, lifting it up so he can find the zipper. He slowly takes your dress off, careful not to let his eagerness get in the way.

“Oh, so ripping the panties is fine, but the dress is off limits?” You cock an eyebrow, and he laughs lightly in reply.

“Seeing you in this drove me crazy,” he admits, “I wanted to fuck you then and there when I saw you.”

His words make your cunt clench around nothing again, and your whine nearly sounds like a moan. Once your dress is fully off, he tosses it on the ground, and his hands are immediately on you once more.

Madara kisses you, his lips fitting perfectly against your own. His fingers trail down towards your wet cunt, once again gathering your slick before he finally pushes a finger into you. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own. Your head feels fuzzy from the stimuli as he thrusts his fingers inside your warm pussy, your juices running down his hand and onto the mattress underneath the two of you. Your thighs start shaking and your body jolts at his touches, and Madara wears a proud smirk on his face, removing his fingers from you. He holds them up to your mouth, waiting.

“Be a good girl and clean them.” You obediently listen, opening your mouth and letting your tongue wrap around his wet fingers, sucking them clean. He removes them from your mouth with a ‘pop’, and lets his head drop to lean against your shoulder and mumbles, “So good for me, huh?”

He sucks another hickey on your skin, and you nod your head.

“Yes- yes, only for you.” Your voice sounds breathless and needy, making Madara chuckle. “‘Dara, please, I need more.”

“Whaddya want?” He teases you, but he’s already taking his pants and boxers off, revealing his thick, long cock. He’s impossibly hard, leaking precum, and you feel your mouth water. He snaps his fingers in your face, bringing you back into the present.

What is it with this constant teasing? You complain about it in your head, but your body has a different reaction - you feel yourself grow more aroused, if possible.

“I… I want you.” You say quietly.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear ya.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your folds and you both shudder at the feeling, but stops moving to await your answer.

“I want you, Madara.” But it’s not quite enough.

“C’mon, speak up. Aren’t you supposed to be my good girl?”

Fuck, you’re desperate to feel him inside of you at this point. You push your embarrassment aside, wanting- no, needing to cum.

“Please, Madara, I need you so bad!” You shut your eyes as you beg. “I need you to fill me up, ple-”

He finally pushes his cock inside of you, your slick making it easy. You both sigh in relief, but your sigh turns into a loud moan at the feeling of his size inside of you - he’s so big and he feels so fucking good, you’ve never felt so full before.

Madara isn’t faring any better; your warm walls suck him in so easily, cunt drooling around him, and he’s trying so hard not to snap and fuck you into the bed. But the sight of his dick disappearing into you is driving him insane, and he sees a slight bulge coming out of your stomach. Out of curiosity, he places a hand down on it, and nearly folds when he feels you tightening up around him and moaning.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.” Madara says, sounding quite breathless himself. All he wants to do is fill you up with his cum, to see you leak his seed, to have everyone know that you’re his and he’s yours.

If he isn’t careful, he knows he’ll get carried away.

“Please, please move- please,” you beg more, “fuck- you’re so big-”

He starts thrusting slowly, your body getting used to his sheer size - you know you’ve been ruined for any other man. Nothing will satisfy you the way Madara can.

You get lost in the pleasure, but it’s still not enough to bring you to your end. There’s a certain itch at the back of both of your minds that neither of you can’t quite pinpoint, and one particularly hard thrust from Madara makes you moan out - loudly.

“M’dara, need you to fill me up,” you say without thinking, “wanna feel you cum inside-”

The man on top of you stills, processing your words. Shit, you think you’ve fucked up. However, his hand places itself on your stomach, right where your womb is, before speaking.

“You want me to fill you up here?” He asks, and you nod your head vigorously.

Something snaps inside of Madara, and he suddenly continues his movements, but more quickly and desperately. His hips snap against you, his dick angled perfectly to hit your g-spot continuously, and you nearly scream his name.

“Careful baby, there are still people - fuck - here. You want them to hear you?” He says through his breathlessness, but you’re too focused on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. “You want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good?”

If your lover was being honest with himself, he wants people to hear you.

“N-no!” You exclaim.

Your brain feels muddled, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth - all you can focus on is Madara’s cock filling your insides. His hand moves down slightly on your stomach, and he feels his cock moving around in you, pressing down to make you tighten up like you did earlier. Sure enough, he gets the same reaction, and he knows he’s approaching his end.

“Fuck - you’re gonna take all my cum like a good girl, aren’t ya?” Madara says, and he thrusts deeper than before, hitting a spot that even you haven’t reached before.

“Yes, yes- I will, I’ll be good for you, only you!” You babble.

Through his delirious pleasure, he remembers earlier that night - seeing you in your dress, talking to Gatekeeper while he flirted with you - he nearly walked over to fuck you in front of everyone to show he’s the only one who can make you feel that good, he’s the one that gets to feel your pussy wrap around his cock perfectly like you’re made for each other. His calm and collected demeanour from the earlier mission seems like a joke to him now.

“You’re so amazing,” he continues, “so fuckin’ beautiful, I just wanna fill you up…”

The thought of filling you up with his seed, and it actually taking makes him nearly cum then and there. To imagine your belly round, breasts plump and heavy with milk gets a weak whimper out of the back of his throat, and your legs tighten around his waist as he starts pounding you into the bed.

You tighten up around his thick length even more at his praise, and he knows that you’re getting close as you start to moan his name, begging endlessly and becoming more careless about your volume. When he leans down to level his lips to your ear, you know you’re a goner.

“Come for me, my love.” You cry out, your pussy clamping down around him, your juices gushing out. The feeling triggers Madara’s own orgasm as well, pouring his hot load into you as you milk him dry. He pumps every single last drop into your tight cunt, and there’s just so much that it makes you whimper, feeling it drip in between your thighs and land on the mattress, mixing in with your own fluids.

You catch your breath, Madara hesitantly pulling out, letting his body drop next to yours on the bed. You feel more of his cum leaking out of you, and the brunette tuts disappointedly, his fingers scooping the excess liquid and fingering it back into you, careful not to overstimulate you - you shiver anyways, your thighs shaking violently and he finally pulls his fingers out once he’s sure he’s done a good job.

You both turn on your sides to look at each other, the smell of sweat and sex wafting throughout the room. The moment is quiet and tender as you look into each other’s eyes, Madara smiling softly at you.

“You did so well.” He says, tucking some of your hair behind your ear - his touch is nothing like Gatekeeper’s, and you feel safe in Madara’s arms. “Let’s get you dressed so we can get out of here, shall we?”

He helps you get back into your dress after he gets back into uniform, and you leave your ruined panties behind. Your legs are shaky as you walk towards the main door, and you try not to walk too stiffly - but also not casually enough where other people can see the trail of Madara’s cum seeping down your thigh. You both walk out the doors, and let out a deep sigh of relief at the same time.

You look at each other, and there’s silent understanding between the two of you - finally, your mission is over.

(After the party is over, Gatekeeper tries not to question the ripped panties in the corner of one of his guest rooms.)

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Round 1 | Poll 6

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary.

Propaganda (very long on both ends 😭) under the cut!

Madeleine Cookie:

~ everyone he has any kind of relationship with thinks he's insufferable (espresso cookie, financier) except for his family and he is so full of himself and always makes a show out of being a noble divine hero or something like that. His in-game story description says " On the day of his Commander's Oath-taking, Madeleine Cookie dedicated himself to the Divine and was granted the Sword and Shield of Radiant Light, which he prizes the most among his numerous possessions. The glorious Knight Commander's usual duties included trotting around the city on his snow-white sugar horse or letting his heavy cape flutter dramatically on the wind during his sparring sessions." (this is not all of it btw just the part abt him being annoying) and just fuckin look at him that's the face of a man who is never going to shut up about himself ever some trivia from his wiki page: - According to his unique loading screen's flavor text, "Madeleine Cookie excels at swinging his sword to heroic music with his cape fluttering in the wind." - According to his aunts, Madeleine Cookie has a sweet tooth and wouldn't eat anything if it wasn't sugary as a child. They also mention that he used to kick the blanket away when napping as a baby. -In the Halloween Commotion Costume Set Story, Strawberry Crepe Cookie analyzed Madeleine Cookie's dough and found "the most ridiculous amount of narcissism", alongside a considerable amount of light energy. also an interaction between madeleine and espresso M: Another magnificent day of my cloak waving in the wind! Wouldn't you agree? E: Of course. Yes. How marvelous. Please excuse me, I have rather urgent business to attend to. M: Too busy to even marvel at moi? What's the point of living then? also has a bond story with him and espresso called "we've never met" and it's about espresso avoiding him like the plague after seeing each other for the first time in a long while (if i remember correctly) another thing: just compare him to Financier Cookie, who is essentially madeleine 2 except she's not annoying and actually has respect for people and tries to protect people without looking for the satisfaction of being given praise or adoration. madeleine and financier are both paladins, they both are sworn to the divine, they're both from the same place, and YET financier turned out SO much better than he did. in one of financier's quotes, she says "Ser Madeleine Cookie could be so much more than... that." and in the kingdom overworld quotes, she also says "Light, guide my blade! ...What?! Madeleine Cookie says that?!" GIRL DOES NOT WANT TO BE COMPARED TO OR ON THE SAME LEVEL AS HIM JUST. WHAT IS HIS FUCKING PROBLEM

~ Theseus was an auto-admission and thus has no proganda! However as a Theseus yumejoshi it would be remiss of me to add nothing here, so here's some of my favourite lines of his <3

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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FFF~ Day 10

♡Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: mermaid, pirate ♡Word Count: 3,468 ♡Warnings: threesome, mxm, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex (no barrier), lots of messy kissing, cum eating, m/m/f orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Oral Fixation, SMG | Next Day~ Impregnation, KYS ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

“Wait!” You threw yourself in front of the siren, barring Yunho from heaving the whaler spear at Wooyoung.

“Get out of the way,” Yunho growled at you.

“What’s wrong, Mister Big, Bad Pirate?” Wooyoung provoked Yunho, “You’re as threatening as a fish with no teeth.”

Yunho didn’t put down the spear. His nose touched yours, looking to intimidate you out of the way. “I’m going to kill him, now get out of my way.”

You pulled a sword from the sheath at your waist. It was curved and wicked, just like you. “No you’re not. This siren has made an oath to Poseidon himself that he will show us where the treasure is. You cannot kill him. We need him.”

Yunho’s lips tightened into a thin line. “We can find another treasure map to follow, this one’s life is forfeit.

“Oh, how I long to feel his pretty fingers around my neck,” Wooyoung continued to throw barbed comments and make your job harder.

“Stand down, Yunho. Or I’ll have you keel-hauled,” You said sugar-sweetly.

Yunho paled and swallowed hard. “But Captain--”

“Either you start taking a few steps back Yunho or I’ll really give you a scar that all the whores can squeal about,” You threatened.

“Aye, Captain,” Yunho said with an air of defeat. He put the whaling spear back on its rack but was still glaring daggers at Wooyoung.

You crouched down in front of Wooyoung. The shirt he had been given to hide his nakedness pooled around him like a dress almost. His chest peeked through the v-neck and his bronze thighs were on view. But you ignored all that to grasp his face harshly. “You are going to keep your mouth shut or I will gag you, do you hear me, Siren?”

Wooyoung smiled smugly, even with his cheeks smushed together. “If you knew anything about me--”

You ripped a piece of fabric from your long jacket and immediately tied it tightly, cutting into Wooyoung’s mouth and cheeks. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him towards your cabin. You didn’t trust the look in Yunho’s eyes. He might kill Wooyoung and ask for forgiveness later. So the siren would stay in your cabin, locked with the key you kept around your neck. Wooyoung stumbled a bit, his legs a new thing to him still.

The burning hatred that Yunho felt for the siren never faded. And Wooyoung never truly stopped trying to get Yunho to rise to his bait. It was a pain in your behind, if you were being honest with yourself.

It didn't come to a head until you caught Yunho in your cabin, nose to nose with Wooyoung, who still roomed in your cabin for safety reasons.

"Jeong Yunho," You said his name, low and dangerous like.

"Captain!" Yunho yelped.

"How in the world did you get in here? I locked the door myself!"

Wooyoung had a look on his face like he had caused mischief. "I let him in," he chirped, no shame at all.

"How?!"

Wooyoung looked smug and satisfied with himself. "I learned how to sing at a frequency that unlocks your door."

You rubbed your eyebrow, a new tick you seemed to have acquired since you had captured the siren. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Captain, he's leading us on a wild goose chase! He's never going to bring us to the treasure." You could have sworn there was a pout on your crew's lips.

"Yunho, I have told you. When one looks for the famous Cromer, you do not simply walk up to it. There are dead ends, countless trials to rise above--it's an adventure!"

"I want to find the Cromer," Wooyoung gave you honest eyes, "I want my tail back."

Along the string where the key to your cabin hung, also hung a blue shell. You had learned from a seawitch how to steal the tail from a siren and trap them. Wooyoung had no chance when you happened upon him in a small inlet.

"See, Yunho? I have everything under control," You purred.

You moved across the room and sat behind your desk. Yunho and Wooyoung, however, were still close enough to kiss. And then you had a brilliant idea.

“You two owe me a boon,” You announced suddenly.

Both men sent you a quizzical look. You placed your feet on your desk, boot by boot, crossing your arms behind your neck. “Wooyoung, I told you that if you used your siren tricks on my ship, I’d crush this shell and you would lose your tail forever. And the last time you were in my cabin without an invitation, I swore to you that I would cut your throat myself, Jeong Yunho.”

Yunho winced and Wooyoung looked positively terrified. You had them exactly where you wanted them. “I will let this go on one condition.” You had the complete attention of both of the men in your room. “A kiss.”

A slow smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “If you wanted a kiss from me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Captain,” Yunho’s ears were red. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You smiled devilishly. “Oh, I didn’t say you were kissing me.”

Yunho picked up what you were putting down first. “You want us to kiss each other?!”

“I have had it with the tension between the two of you. I could cut it with my scimitar and it would still engulf us all. Simply kiss each other and we will put all of this behind us. I will not ruin both your lives and you will no longer bother me with your dispute.”

Wooyoung and Yunho eyed each other like they were viewing each other for the first time. Wooyoung appeared as if the gears in his head were turning and Yunho was desperately trying to find a way out of this.

“You swear you’ll never bring this up again?” Yunho asked for clarification.

“I swear by Scylla herself. And if I do so break said oath, may she find me and drag me to the depths of Mariana’s Trench,” You promised.

Then, to your complete and utter surprise, Yunho grabbed Wooyoung by the back of his neck and slanted his mouth over the siren’s. Wooyoung’s eyes were wide with shock before his hands tightened into fists on Yunho’s shirt and he kissed him back. Yunho seemed to melt into the kiss, forgetting all his anger for Wooyoung. Yunho’s free hand moved up Wooyoung’s thigh and settled on his hip.

Your lips parted slightly, in awe of the sight you beheld. Wooyoung was eagerly returning Yunho’s kiss, a flash of a short tongue from Wooyoung’s end, startling both you and Yunho. Yunho broke the kiss, practically jumping backwards away from Wooyoung.

Wooyoung whined, “Why did you stop? I was enjoying that!”

“That--no! That was not--!!” Yunho couldn't seem to gather his words to express what he was feeling. If he even knew what he was feeling. Instead he turned his focus on you. “Captain!”

“Yes, Yunho?”

Yunho put his hands in front of his crotch. To anyone, it would look like he was standing in front of you humbly. You knew better. “May I be dismissed?”

You nodded and Yunho practically flew from the room. You watched him with a smirk, laughing quietly under your breath.

“Captain,” Wooyoung drew your attention to himself, “Do you dangle gifts from the overworld to urge me to stay?”

You shrugged your shoulders, getting up from your desk to go sit on your bed. “I did nothing of the sort.”

A few nights later, Wooyoung was sitting on the bench of the window, gazing at the full moon. A smart rap on your door startled him, but you got up to answer it. You had been detailing the maps and your diary of where your adventure had taken you thus far. You knew there was still more to this adventure to yet traverse, and you were just as excited as the day you had made the deal with Wooyoung about finding the Cromer.

There you found Yunho, wringing his hands in anxiety. “Captain, may I come in?”

You nodded curtly. “Wooyoung, take a walk,” You ordered.

“Actually,” Yunho’s eyes danced between Wooyoung and you. “Can he stay?”

Wooyoung looked like a gaping fish and you felt his sentiments exactly. “Wooyoung, remain where you are. It seems like our Big, Bad Pirate has something to say.”

You let Yunho into your cabin and closed the door quietly. Yunho moved to stand in front of your desk. His hands reached out for the Hippocampus carving you had on your desk. It seemed like he needed a distraction for what he was about to say.

“Captain, I--” Yunho turned around abruptly, “I have caused nothing but trouble since I boarded this ship.”

“Aye, you have,” You agreed with that statement.

“I have questioned you on several occasions when I should have followed you loyally as your crew. I have made untoward advances to you when I should have respected you as my captain. I even let my anger get the best of me and attempted to kill the siren who was going to make a myth among legends. I have come to make amends.” Yunho’s eyes were pleading with you, big and brown and liquid, almost like a seal’s.

You began to walk towards Yunho, heels clicking against the worn floor. “How do you plan on repaying me, crew member Yunho?” You purred. You had been praying to Aphrodite herself for this night to happen.

Yunho looked down at his boots. “I am at your mercy, Captain. Whatever you wish of me, I will do.”

Wooyoung poked his head around Yunho’s body, leaning far to the side to make eye contact with you. “What does this have to do with me?”

Yunho’s ears got red and he began to stutter again. “I--I als-so have c-come to m-make amends with you to-too.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. “Is he being cute on purpose?”

You laughed a belly laugh at Yunho’s reaction, throwing his hands up and shaking them as if to fend off any bad thoughts. “No, no, I--!” Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed. You could tell he really didn’t know how to handle this situation, but he did know, if you ordered him like last time…

You tapped a finger to your lips, “Hmmmm…”

“Puh-please, Captain,” Yunho begged.

You walked around your desk and came toe to toe with Wooyoung. The siren couldn't stand boots but accepted sandals. He refused to wear any hose, so his pants stopped at his calves to show off his tan skin. He had taken a liking to the airy, billowy shirts, much like the first one he had donned that first day without his tail. All he needed was a tiny braid coming from the nape of his neck and soon he would appear like any pirate. He was just a beautiful as the day you had fished him from the water.

“Siren,” You greeted him.

Wooyoung pouted, “I like it better when you call me Wooyoung.”

You ignored his play at being adorable. “How many nights have you been trapped in this room?”

Wooyoung pursed his lips to the side in thought. “Many moon cycles.”

“And out of how many of those nights have you attempted to seduce me?”

Wooyoung smiled, closed-lipped and proud. “Majority of those.”

“What if I were to offer you a night with my crew?” You tilted your head when you asked the question.

Wooyoung’s eyes widened in excitement. “Truly?”

“Captain,” Yunho whined.

“I’m getting there, Yunho,” You growled.

“Yunho is looking to balance the scales. He will do whatever I ask. You seem eager to bed anything with legs. What is your will, siren? Would you spend a night between two pirates?”

Wooyoung nodded his head eagerly. “Please!”

You tapped his nose smartly. “Then listen to me. I am in charge of Yunho. Yunho is in charge of you. You are at the bottom of this pyramid. My word is final. Do you agree to those terms?”

Wooyoung grinned, as game as ever. “Aye, Captain,” He replied jauntily.

“Yunho?”

Yunho stiffened at the sound of his name. “Captain?”

“This is your last chance to walk out of this cabin. I am more than happy to entertain Wooyoung in order to deter his more wily side,” You offered.

Yunho didn’t answer. He simply walked to your bed and sat down on it. He looked determined. He looked nervous. But more importantly… he looked excited. “Nay, Captain, I’ll not back down.”

“Then so be it,” You announced. You leaned down and kissed Wooyoung, a chaste thing compared to the kiss that Yunho and Wooyoung had exchanged. “The deal is sealed.”

You left Wooyoung and strode purposefully to your bed. “Now to deliver it.”

Yunho tipped his head back. You knocked Yunho’s booted feet to the side, to spread his legs so that you could stand between them. You ran your hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head. “You are to do everything I order you to do Yunho.”

Yunho nodded. “Aye, Captain.”

You licked Yunho’s bottom lip and he opened them for you. You kissed him slowly but long enough that when you broke the kiss, he looked dreamy and dazed. “Yunho, darling, are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?” You whispered.

Yunho shook his head, “I know I won’t be able to. That’s why I want it.”

“Come, Wooyoung,” You beckoned the siren over with a crooked finger, “Our Yunho is ready for us.”

Wooyoung jogged over but stopped behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and perched his chin on your shoulder. “I don’t think he’s ready,” Wooyoung teased.

Yunho’s eyes shot down to his lap. You tapped his head to tip upwards with a finger. “Yunho, you can’t very well command Wooyoung like that. Where is all your pent-up anger for our pet siren?” Yunho’s eyes sharpened at that comment.

Like a flip of a coin, Yunho went from a stuttering mess to a man in charge. Wooyoung’s back was against your bed as Yunho braced himself above the siren. They made out messily, grinding their pelvises together, still all their clothing on. You weren’t a part of the equation, not yet at least, because you needed Yunho to establish his superiority over Wooyoung before you took both their reigns, so to speak. So you had ordered the two of them in this position. Not to mention, they were both hard and ready, and that was exactly how you wanted them.

“I think that’s plenty to start,” You instructed.

When their lips parted, Wooyoung’s lips chased after Yunho’s. As a Captain, you were privileged to view many amazing phenomena but you decided this might be your favourite, right now.

“Gentlemen,” You cleared your throat, “I have been satisfied with my eyes but I believe my body has been neglected.”

The two moved apart, but their eyes were on you now. “Captain, I think you have too many clothes on,” Wooyoung suggested naughtily.

You discarded your long jacket and pointed boots, leaving you in your tight pants and blouse held to you with a corset. You were captain but you were still a woman. Your appearance meant something to you. “Better?” You asked with an arched eyebrow.

Yunho shook his head. “No, Captain, it’s not enough.”

You let the two of them draw you into your bed. Yunho reached for your bottoms and Wooyoung went for your top. Wooyoung pulled the laces to your blouse with his teeth, watching as it opened up to lay bare your breasts. He kissed your chest, along your sternum and the swell of your breasts, tongue leaving a path of cooling spit. Yunho groaned at the sight that you had nothing under your pants and when you allowed him to pull them off of you, a string of your arousal connected from your cunt to the inside of your pants. Once all your clothes were discarded, they both sucked on your nipples. You buried your fingers into both of their scalps, moaning at the pleasure of two mouths on you at the same time. Wooyoung tugged with his teeth, pulling and biting one nipple, while Yunho licked and sucked your other nipple with enthusiasm.

Soon enough, you were greedy for something between your legs. You commanded Wooyoung to fulfill your desires and he ardently pulled his pants down to sheath himself between your legs. Yunho whined at not being allowed the first dip, but you made sure to reassure him of his place in this bed. He knelt at your head and you compelled him to reveal to Wooyoung why all the whores scrambled to be his choice.

Wooyoung’s mouth dropped at the sight of Yunho. Yunho’s cheeks became pretty and pink and his eyes hit the ceiling in slight embarrassment to be stared at in such a way. His cock twitched though and you knew he loved it. “See, Wooyoung, see the treasure I bestow upon you? You aren’t the only one with such powers.”

“I want it,” Wooyoung said immediately.

“Patience, siren of mine,” You cooed.

You guided Wooyoung’s face to yours, kissing him with lazy intent. You enjoyed the way his tongue danced with yours while his cock was buried in your cunt. Yunho whined again and you decided it was time.

You reached out for Yunho’s long appendage and brought it vertically to your mouth. You sucked on the head of Yunho’s cock, eyes rolling upwards to gauge his reaction. Yunho grunted at the contact of your wet mouth on his.

“Please, please, please,” He murmured, eyes screwed shut at the sensation of your lips around his cock.

Your hand began to move up and down his shaft and he cried out in pleasure. “Captain, please, I can’t hold on, I want to--”

You let him leave your mouth with a wet pop. “Now now Yunho, I know you have better stamina than that,” You clucked your tongue at him in disappointment.

“What about me?” Wooyoung joined in on the whining.

“Will you two cease to give me a headache ever?” You half-heartedly complained.

“Fine. Yunho, I want you to fuck Wooyoung’s mouth with your monstrous cock. Wooyoung, I want you to take everything Yunho gives you. And if Yunho spurts his seed in your mouth before I come…” You let the threat hang in the air.

Wooyoung was eyeing Yunho’s cock greedily. "My mouth is quite sweet, I'm told. Might not be my fault."

Yunho gripped Wooyoung’s chin tightly. "You fuck the Captain well, otherwise you might find yourself tied to the window bench while I fuck her myself."

Wooyoung shivered at Yunho's commanding tone. "Yes, Sir," he replied subserviently.

Wooyoung pistoned his hips, searching to give you the high that had slowly been growing between your legs. Yunho fucked Wooyoung’s sweet mouth mercilessly and it was a race to see who would come first. Your nails dug into Wooyoung’s back when you climax came, Wooyoung unendingly hitting that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars. The pain/pleasure of it brought Wooyoung as well, mouth still firmly around Yunho’s length but he cried out as he painted your insides with his seed. Yunho, at long last, came in Wooyoung's mouth, with a gruff instruction to the siren to swallow it all. You watched in fascination as Wooyoung’s adam's apple bobbed and bobbed, indicating that he was doing his best. But when Yunho pulled out abruptly, he spurted some of his cum on Wooyoung’s face and some hit your chest as well.

"Ca-captain!" Yunho stuttered, "I did not mean--!"

You wiped Wooyoung’s face clean of Yunho’s cum and scooped the puddle that was on your chest and ate it all. Wooyoung and Yunho watched with both astonishment and hunger. "No harm, Yunho."

Yunho bit down on his lip, ears red again. "Captain," he said, ducking his head.

You tapped Wooyoung’s nose again, making him laugh happily. "You, my pet, did not ask permission to come. Nor if it was permissible to come inside of me."

Wooyoung grinned, mischievous down to the very marrow of his bones. "Does this mean I get to be punished?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You are incorrigible."

"Do I finally get Yunho’s pretty fingers wrapped around my neck now?" Wooyoung continued to pursue the subject.

You exchanged a long look with Yunho. From that look alone you knew Yunho wanted nothing more, if more so for his own enjoyment than to punish Wooyoung for his insolence towards you.

Still, it wouldn't harm anyone to make Wooyoung work for it.

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slverblood · 2 months

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Well no I guess I kinda can? answer the previous questions for Aylin? Or at least something tangentially related.

I've said before that you could consider Aylin to have been born with the Oath of Vengeance already sworn, and that holds true. However, I don't think she had to become a paladin or even had to swear that oath. She has an overarching goal / mission from her mother, yes, but it's her decision how she fulfills that. She could've gone for any class / any oath. Paladin and Oath of Vengeance were simply what she gravitated toward naturally.

Her role as the Sword of the Moonmaiden is beginning to wear on her, though. We see some indications of that in the game. I think, maybe a few years post-canon, she'll sit down and have a think about the path she's walking and whether it's one she should walk. So much has changed — she has changed.

I can actually see her undertaking a quest to find the Oathbreaker Knight, and that quest serving dual purpose as a journey of self-discovery. By the time she finally meets him, all the questions she sought to ask him have already been answered. The only question she still has is whether she can swear a new oath. She does not wish to be an Oathbreaker but neither does Oath of Vengeance suit her as it once did. She does not wish to foreswear violence entirely, but the bloodshed, the fury — no matter how righteous — begin to crush her.

Which is the point of that oath, arguably. "You have set aside even your own purity to right wrongs and deliver justice to those who have committed the most grievous sins." This paladin is the one saying they will bloody their own hands, darken their own heart, so that no one else has to. They will make the world brighter if they must take all the darkness upon themselves to do so. It's not really a righteous oath — or at least not unambiguously. Nevertheless, Aylin always felt righteous. She always felt she was making the right call and that she had the right to make that call; she never felt dimmed or tainted by her deeds. She was judge, jury, and executioner by divine right. (You see how this mentality can become an issue.)

So it's interesting to consider whether the Oathbreaker Knight can or will help her swear a new one. In the game, he just helps you reswear your original oath or guides you in becoming an Oathbreaker. But also in the game, you had to have broken your oath for him to appear; Aylin is intentionally seeking him out. So for argument's sake, let's say he can help her swear a new oath. Does he, though? Or does he force her to bear the burden of Vengeance as she swore she would? Does he leave her with Oathbreaker or choosing a new class entirely as the only alternatives? Is there some quest she must undertake before being allowed to swear a new oath? Personally I like the idea of her being tasked with enduring x time as an Oathbreaker as an allegory for facing her own trauma rather than outrun or ignore it.

As for what oath she'd change to, honestly? I think Oath of Redemption. It's almost the exact opposite of Vengeance, at least where the application of violence is concerned. There's also a greater emphasis on maintaining unwavering faith in people and their capacity for goodness as opposed to condemning people for their wrongs. "Paladins who dedicate themselves to this oath believe that any person can be redeemed and that the path of benevolence and justice is one that anyone can walk."

I also love it because I headcanon John Meadowlin was an Oath of Redemption paladin. Frankly, I don't think Aylin ever fully understood his oath. While she was never a cynic, I don't think she was someone who saw the goodness in everyone either. She felt some people just deserved to die; capacity for repentance was inconsequential. It wasn't until doing so became a matter of survival that her perspective began to shift. She's spent so long in darkness and despair that she has to find light and hope in every corner or she is lost.

#OOC / HOLLY.#Meadowlin 🤝 Isobel — capable of finding the goodness in anyone #[which is something Aylin has always loved about Isobel tbh #when speaking of falling in love with her at first sight she mentions Isobel's wise eyes]#anyway this is not a tangent I expected to go on or even thought about until now BUT HERE WE ARE #with a hypothetical that would take years to pan out but oooo would be so satisfying narratively I think #note to self

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steel--fairy · 5 months

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inspired by @a-tale-of-legends talking about the striaton triplets a bit ago, heres some facts about them in my verse : )

i am going with the striaton triplets = shadow triad theory lol

(yes the theory has been disproved by canon but i think you can make a genuine argument that it was canon at one point in production)

by god these boys need therapy

idk the concept of ghetsis repeatedly kidnapping impressionable, prodigal children in order to have blindly loyal followers who will never doubt him just feels accurate

anyways. the triplets are from kanto. from the same ninja clan as koga and janine!

ghetsis went looking for mewtwo who happened to be hiding near where they lived. the boys showed him the weird cave (or whatever, idk where i'm putting the ninja clan yet) where some strange but powerful pokemon had taken up residence. ghetsis got his shit wrecked, resulting in his injuries. (yea, not the usual hydreigon backstory here)

immediately used the situation into guilting the like. 8 year old boys into becoming his personal ninjas. all "oh its your fault i'm injured you led me to it"

they were 8. they didnt know better and swore an oath of loyalty before being whisked away (kidnapped) to unova.

if n and his sisters were told they were a king/goddesses, these 3 had the opposite. constantly degraded and dehumanized. their matching uniforms came about bc ghetsis couldnt be bothered to remember who was who so he made them look identical

them being gym leaders was a stint to help team plasma's goal of destabilizing the league.

even if n won the title of champion, there would still be some people wary of releasing their pokemon. if, oh idk, a trio of well respected gym leaders all put their support behind n however, then even more people would do as he says without a fight.

however, similar to n, them being out in the real world and interacting with normal people kinda made them slowly realize how fucked up their situation is

it took them far longer to break free though--they didnt have a group of dedicated friends trying to break them out of their mindset, not until b2 era and concordia and co came across them

they were kept separate from the other 3 kids. ghetsis didnt want them to unionize against him. but concordia had gotten out and she wanted to help them. by the time of bw2 they wanted out, but also had sworn an oath to protect ghetsis and those ideals caused a lot of conflict between the three.

however the final straw on the camels back was when they stole the dna splicers from drayden. by then, the other gyms leaders knew their identity and drayden told cress 'im disappointed in you' and it was downhill from there lmao

some non backstory tidbits:

each are a sort of double type specialist. one for their gym leader personas and one for their shadow triad self

cilan - grass and poison. simisage, leafeon, crobat, lilligant, roserade, amoongus

--amoongus was his starter. crobat was a golbat for the longest time until he became a gym leader. several months after they quit, it evolved into a crobat.

chili - fire and ghost. simisear, magmortar, chandelure, cofagrigus, darmanitan, banette

--banette was his starter. cofagrgigus was spawn of ghetsis' own cofagrigus.

cress - water and dark. simipour, krookodile, bisharp, absol, crawdaunt, lapras

--absol was his starter. lapras was one of the pokemon stolen by team plasma and given to him

all three were well versed in ninja tactics, but they each sort of specialized. cilan, obviously, had poisons. chili, despite having the loudest personality (or perhaps because of it), focused on spying and infiltration. and cress specialized in strategy and information gathering (of all kinds........).

their memories pre ghetsis are kinda hazy as a trauma response.

cilan, chili, and cress are not their birth names. they were picked when coming up with their gym leadersonas. however, they grew kinda attached to them and eventually chose to go by them permanently once they're away from ghetsis

however the red, green, blue hair is their natural colors. the white hair of the shadow triad are wigs.

cilan and chili were the ones who were more aware of ghetsis being the worse. cilan just chose to ignore it because what other choice did they have? meanwhile chili would make comments and pick fights with cress over the subject.

which made it all the more shocking to the other two when cress showed up like 'drayden said he was disappointed in me i cant do this anymoreeee'

anyways.

they are eventually forced into therapy alongside the other harmonia kids.

good luck to that therapist lmao

#pie has hcs #i realized i never stated this on the blog so why not lol #i actually meant to put them on my b2 characters list but forgot lol #verse posting

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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i dunno if requests are still open but if they are, could i request this? if not, feel free to delete! but in case they are open here's the request: jean, beidou, and ganyu reacting to accidentally hurting their s/o? it could be anything from simple slap in the face while turning around or hurting them with their vision/weapon :]

Accidents

(ouchie -- having them accidentally hurt the reader T.T -- they didn’t mean too!)

Warning -> SFW, accidental injury (Character -> Reader)(face injury (Jean)), (meantions of cuts to face / arms (Ganyu)), (hit by rope (Beidou))

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Beidou, Jean, Ganyu

Beidou

She takes pride in keeping everyone on her crew safe, no matter the danger - on sea or land, she will fight and guard each person in her charge -- you are no exception and in fact, you are probably the one she fights the hardest for. The thought of seeing you hurt doesn’t sit well with her and, if she can control it, she’d never let it happen

How could she have known that she’d be the one to cause you discomfort -- that she’d end up allowing you to get hurt because she let something slip through her fingers … pride was a strong emotion, but guilt could send a pirate to the bottom of the ocean

The weather had made a sudden turn for the worst. Dark clouds rolled overhead as the crew furled the sales to protect them from the downpour that was bound to arrive any second now.

“Captain!” Beidou’s attention shifted to the crow's nest, her scout pointing violently toward a massive cumulus cloud in the distance. She knew it was bound to smash right them if they maintained this heading, so in an effort to avoid it, she ran toward the bow barking orders.

“Tack to starboard! Finnick,” She turned to point at the several crew waiting on the foredeck, “raise the spinnaker, now.” They quickly bustled to their jobs while she found herself at the head of the boat. Her arms crossed as she oversaw the work of her crew; great pride swelling in her chest to see how organized they were even without her voice like a well-oiled machine everyone did their part.

As the creaking boat turned, heading parallel now to the storm, Beidou hoped that it would stay on its heading so the Crux wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of its onslaught. It was now a waiting game, but if she knew anything about the ocean - it would be a win for her today.

Just then, a rope tying one of the many large sails snapped. Its reaction was like a domino effect and soon all hands were rushing to stop a potentially catastrophic outcome. Leaping over the railing, she landed hard onto the deck below, her feet finding solid ground long enough for her to push forward and, before the other crew had a chance to react, she was already climbing the mainmast as if it were a simple tree. It took her no time at all to reach the issue but the strong winds continued to whip around the ropes below her and by the time she managed to capture them - her eyes fell onto your frame.

In terrible slow motion, she watched as you reached for the rope only to have it collide into your chest and knock you back into another crew member. Her heart sank, her arms burned, her determination steadfast as she made quick work of the problem before dropping back down to you.

“Are you alright?” Someone called, their hands reaching to you as if to offer some assistance but Beidou knocked them away. Orders were told, tasks were assigned, and before you could object, she carried you into her quarters.

When the door closed and she sat you on her bed, you could already tell how upset she was. “Beidou -- it was an accident, I didn’t have good footing and …” She uncrossed your arms, you didn’t even realize that you were holding onto your chest. Carefully peeling back your tunic, she noticed the welt that was starting to grow in the area below your collarbone. With a huff, she walked away before returning with a cloth. “You’re being silly, it’s not that ba-AD!” You shouted, the cold material shocking you as it came into contact with your burning injury.

“This could have been much worse. You’re lucky it only bruised the surface.” Sitting next to you, she rested her knee near your lower back, and the warmth of her leg as she moved close to you somehow offset the ice on your chest.

“I’m just upset I didn’t grab it, it was right there and then … ah - that’s sore.” She tested your shoulder, pushing against it with her palm and shaking her head at the notion that you were going to have a painful recovery.

“You are a member of this crew and I have sworn an oath to protect you, but …” Her head dropped and she found it hard to continue. 'How could I let this happen' was written all over her expression.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. You’re an excellent captain.”

“A captain keeps her ship on course, its belly full, and its crew happy. How can I do that when my happiness is your wellbeing?” Her fingers ran over your ear, slipping in between the locks of your hair as if to show you how much she cherished you. Carefully, she leaned toward you, her lips connecting softly onto your shoulder as they trailed a path to your injury and even in the numbness of it you were still able to feel the heat from her love. “If you are ever out of your depth, allow me to be your lifeline.”

“Of course, as long as you trust me to know when I'm there.”

“Within reason.” As the boat rocked on the sea and the sky rumbled far into the distance, you captured the steady heart of the captain.

Jean

Jean would never intentionally harm you, the thought of putting someone innocent in danger makes her sick - as the acting Grandmaster she has a sworn duty to protect everyone around her from those who would do them harm

So when she's the one who caused your injury, she's beside herself with regret

She stood in her office, her back to the door as she let her mind wander on all the things that needed to be done. It was never-ending, and while she was always fulfilled by the products of her work, she often pushed herself so far that her body and mind became clouded.

Today was one of those days. The work, planning, problem-solving was weighing on her. There is never enough time, she thought to herself as she rested her head in her hand and squeezed tighter around her rib cage. She was distracted, so exhausted that her ears felt blocked, her body swayed even though she knew she wasn't moving, and her head throbbed.

"Jean ..." What needed to be done first, she pinched her nose and through harder. "Jean?" She sighed and attempted to stop the voices in her head.

"Jean, hey?" A hand touched her arm and in her daze, she turned suddenly. Her hand was further from her face than she expected and with a solid smack, she hit something.

"Ah!" Your startled voice shook her back to understanding, your expression and hand now covering your face sent her heart in the pit of her stomach.

"Y/N? I'm so sorry ..." She rested her hand on your arm and shakily reached for your face, her fingers tenderly touching the ones that hid you from her pained eyes. "I didn't -- are you badly hurt?"

"Ouch, you got me really good." You explained, scrunching and circling your nose but allowing her to take your hand.

"My mind was elsewhere, I am ... I'm sorry." She ran her hands over your face, the warm feeling of wind slipping from her fingers and soon your expression eased.

"Thanks, It was an accident, don't worry."

"An accident like this should have never occurred, it is unbecoming of me to allow myself to falter." She stepped away from you, afraid that any prolonged contact would make it worse.

"Jean, you're allowed to make mistakes, and look - I'm fine, see." You grinned proudly but she couldn't let it go.

"I need to make amends."

"Mmm, well then, I have an idea."

"What is it?" She looked at you hopeful, her eyes watching you as you stepped closer.

"I'll take a kiss as an apology." You tapped the side of your cheek and presented it to her.

With hesitating hands, she rested her fingers on the other side of your cheek and let her lips touch the skin she hurt, "I will be more observant in the future."

You turned your head, your face so close you could feel her breath, "I don't see how that's possible, but if it means I get to have more of your attention, I'll be okay with that."

You kissed her and wondered if she was able to heal through her lips.

Ganyu

The absolute sweetest soul in all of Teyvat. She cares deeply for all things, works hard to get the job done, and is dedicated in her actions - it's one reason why her contract with Rex Lapis was drafted; she is the epitome of ____

She would never maliciously hurt those around her and often puts herself in harm's way to keep others safe

To her, causing harm to someone she adores, loves, cherishes would be as severe as breaking her contract

The two of you ran through the field, your legs burning as you dashed across the landscape and away from your persistent pursuers.

"Ganyu! Up ahead!" You shouted, pointing to the higher ground and dashing in that direction. She followed, keeping an eye out on the enemies behind. To buy some time, she laid down her tantalizing cryo flower before picking up her pace to reach you.

"From here we can handle them more easily, just be ready." She nodded her head and pulled back her bow, ready to strike.

The fight was far more doable in this arena, each enemy falling one after another as the two of you fought in perfect sync. Charging her shot, she saw the ideal opportunity to hit multiple targets at once, but as soon as her arrow flew so did you.

"Y/N!" She shouted but you were too far away and, as soon as you reached them, prepping your sword for a swing, the arrow exploded hitting everything in its path. You yelled, sliding on the ground only to slam hard into the dusty surface. In an instant, everything that Ganyu was, and wasn't, aiming for fell.

Rushing forward, she reached you and quickly assessed your condition. Her hands hovering, her eyes scanning only to find the damage she had caused. Several small cuts appeared on your face, your arms were equally damaged and the despair that filled her was so great she prostrated herself before you. Her head resting on your hips as she bowed deeply.

"Ga-Ganyu? What are you doing?" You asked, setting your sword to the side as you looked down at her.

"I hurt you, please forgive me." You tried to pull her up but she shook her head and dug in deeper into her display.

"It was an accident, I wasn't looking and that was a good shot. I'm not hurt."

"You are!" She shot up, her eyes looking at the marks that she had created on your skin. "It was my fault that you have -- if-if they leave a scar ... I ..." She shook her head, unable to finish her thought.

"Ganyu ... they won't leave a scar, and even if they did, don't you think I'd look super cool?" You smiled but she hated it.

"It's not acceptable ... if you'd like to d-dismantle our contract, I understa-"

You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing tightly as you spoke. "I don't want that, I'd never want that. I need you, please don't ever think I'd be okay if you weren't at my side." After a moment, she returned the gesture and you felt the pressure of her nose dig into your neck. When she finally pulled away, you let your hands slide down her arms and rest into her delicate hands.

"I'll just have to practice harder." She nodded fiercely as she helped you stand up.

"If you insist." You laughed, thinking to yourself when she would ever find the time to do that.

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Proof of Life, part 2

part 1

So, to further examine the idea that Moonshadow elves can sense heartbeats, how do they use these heartbeats other than for tracking targets? Well. I think they use this sense to track each other. I think that's how Ethari's lotuses work.

Rayla tells Callum that the assassins' flowers float as long as they live and breathe. But what specifically counts as "living" as far as Moonshadow magic is concerned? A heartbeat.

Rayla's lotus pings regularly on top of the water. Are those pings literally her heartbeats? Could Ethari sit by the pool and watch her heart speed up when she fights, or when she's smooching her favorite step-prince? Uhhh Ethari, a little privacy please! 🤣

But Runaan's lotus has sunk halfway. I don't think it can sense his heartbeat anymore, and that's why it assumes he's dead. He's beyond the reach of its senses because he's left the realm of the living. What else is a poor tracking lotus supposed to assume? Usually, when you leave the land of the living, it's because you're dead dead.

I'm really not sure what's holding it up off the pool floor, actually. Is it his breathing, because there are bubbles around the lotus? Or is it just Plot Armor?

Either way, I think I finally know what the ting noise was when Runaan was shown inside his coin.

The ting seems to represent the Moonshadow heartbeat sense. Rayla uses it on the castle roof to sense Runaan's presence.

And Runaan uses it from inside the coin.

It looks like an instinctive call for help when he does it--his mouth moves at the same time, but he doesn't seem to be saying any specific words. It looks more like a wordless cry of panic, but if we could give it words, it might sound like I'm here, I'm alive, can anyone hear me? Except the ting can't travel past the coin's edges, and so no Moonshadow elves can sense it. Runaan's magic got put on mute.

I'd say here that Lain's and Tiadrin's magic also got muted by their coins, but maybe Runaan ghosting them took care of that part already. Ethari's reactions to Rayla seem to indicate that he genuinely couldn't sense her heartbeat behind him in his workshop. Gosh, ghosting really is Moonshadow for "You're dead to me," isn't it? 👀 Erasing the familiar beat of someone's heart from your magical perception is very angsty indeed.

Back to the coins: How horrible to possess this deeply instinctual ability to reach out and find connection with others, and then have it suddenly be useless. How alone, how isolated, how non-existent, must Runaan, Tiadrin, and Lain feel, when they can neither feel others' hearts nor make their own be felt. Holy cats. Moonshadow elves' whole gig is sensing and appreciating life. They must not feel like Moonshadows at all in their coins. The depersonalization is real. They really are hellcoins, huh. Goddamn. Angstyyyyy!

But, uh. Can I make it even angstier? Yes I can!

Remember Rayla's oath during the binding ceremony? "My heart for Xadia"?

You know what Rayla is really swearing here now. She's dedicating her actual life, the beats of her physical heart, to being an assassin. She's vowing to die in service to Xadia, however long that takes. Runaan seems to have done exactly the same thing, always expecting to die in service, accepting his fate when it came for him on Harrow's balcony. The novelization of S1 makes Runaan's mindset here really clear.

But he stops her from re-swearing this line after he kicks her off of his mission.

He knows better than she does what she's sworn, and what it will cost her. (and just to yeet in a sudden idea: why is Rayla drawing her swords to re-swear her oath? Is she about to make a blood promise that not even Runaan can save her from? Is that why he gets all bossy and physically stops her--because if she sheds even a drop of her own blood with that oath, he can't save her life? woah) When Runaan finds himself on King Harrow's balcony a few hours later, he' s long since come to terms with his own fate. But he's not ready to come to terms with Rayla's fate. No parent wants to outlive their child. Even Runaan isn't hard enough for that.

Okay, here, let me end on a softer note.

"Lunabloom" has a moment where Runaan waxes nostalgic for the night that he and Ethari "promised their hearts to each other".

If a heart means life to a Moonshadow elf, then the night Runaan was remembering was the night that he and Ethari promised each other their lives.

And when Ethari told Runaan, "My heart goes out with this one," he was saying his life would hang in the balance until Runaan returned, that he couldn't live properly without him. And Runaan immediately comforted him by telling him he'd come home safe and sound so Ethari wouldn't have to worry for long.

I'm not crying, you're crying.

No no that's me too, my bad

#tdp meta #tdp theory #tdp #moonshadow elves #rayla #runaan #ethari #ruthari #moonshadow assassins #moonshadow hearts #moonshadow lotuses #lunabloom #tdp angst #tag angst: runaan couldn't say anything about ethari keeping his heart for him #because he'd already given it to xadia

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summary: namjoon worships you, only you, and would dedicate his life and soul to show you the depths of his love and devotion.

pairing: namjoon x f!reader / word count: 2.1k / genre: smut (NSFW, 18+), warlock!namjoon/patron!reader, sort of a fantasy!au

warnings: sexually explicit content, religious imagery/talk of worship and blasphemy, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, talk of magic (does that need to be a warning)

this is part of my 1.1k milestone event!

a/n: @ whoever it was on my google survey who wanted to see a fantasy!au and also wanted to see more stuff with namjoon- this is dedicated to you! I swore I wasn’t going to even think about things for my 1.1k milestone but I saw your response and immediately got hit with inspo; I’m sure this isn’t what you were asking for when you said fantasy but! I hope you like it anyway! unbeta-ed bc I smashed this out in an afternoon and @hobi-gif is asleep rn and I’m impatient OOPS

“You give me too much.”

“Oh?” The sound of your voice, heavenly, shining. Dripping with amusement. Affection. “You would spurn my favour?”

“Never,” Namjoon whispers. A confession, each word a benediction. “Never, my lady.”

The sound of your laughter, smooth and light. You tilt your head, bare the unspoiled column of your neck, shimmering, glimmering, glittering. Your skin shines with the finest fragrant oils, dusted with ground gold leaf, iridescent. Your body gilded and girded, as always, in the finest cloth and metal and jewels, reclining, utterly at ease. Glowing with your divine power; divine grace.

Divine beauty.

Divine.

Namjoon is blessed, to have you as his Patron.

For all that his words are audacious, you do not strike him down. Him, a mere mortal, sworn to your service; you’ve always allowed him space to speak, to talk. Far more than he deserves, nothing better than the dust under your feet, marring the ground that should be unblemished and clean for you.

“I wish but to reward you, dearest,” you murmur, and a shiver trickles down Namjoon’s spine.

His soul is sworn to yours in a never-ending pact, magic tied intrinsically to you, his Patron, his Goddess, the source of his power. A warlock whose oath promises his utter devotion—blessed, he truly is blessed to be able to call himself yours. Where others had given their souls to the dark beings of the nether, begging for power, strength—here Namjoon is, in your heavenly aureole, not fey nor fiend, but a deity.

His deity.

“I would never be so presumptuous, my lady,” says Namjoon.

“And I would reward you for your humility. Is that not what you want, Namjoon? Is that not why you swore yourself to me? To be rewarded with the powers that you now command?”

Namjoon is monstrously powerful, now. He’s always been intelligent and sharp and quick, but now—with you at his shoulder—he’s far, far more than that. The fabric of the universe picks itself apart at his will, with your guiding hand, and reforms itself as he sees fit. Mere mortals tremble as he passes, a behemoth draped in endless strength, so strong it shines out from him, always.

An endless reminder of his devotion to you.

He’d always chased knowledge. Found himself still ravenous for it, even after plundering the world’s greatest libraries, learning from the best and brightest, from wizards in their lofty towers to witches in haunted forests; it had set him on this path. Had led him to opening this connection, creating this pact, binding himself to your will, all in the pursuit of more, more, more. His parents had always warned him to be careful, cautious, not to ask for more than the world was willing to give—but the world hadn’t blessed him with magic, for all his intelligence.

So he’d looked for magic in an otherworldly place.

And there: he’d found you.

There, he’d sworn his being to your will, for just a drop of your power. He’d laid himself down at your mercy and you’d given him all the strength he’d never wanted and more besides. Given him more than he’d asked for, more than he deserves, frail and mortal and weak that he is.

“I would give my soul just to lay myself at your feet, my lady,” Namjoon confesses.

You smile. So pleased with him, always; it leaves him breathless, even as his knees ache from kneeling, marble cold and hard under him. Your eyes are the only ones he prostrates himself in front of, now. You are the only one he will kneel for.

And oh, he kneels so willingly. Would worship you on his belly if that’s what you asked, would crawl in the dirt if that’s what you wished; would give you everything he has and more, hand over fist, if he could. Utterly beholden to you, bewitched, body and soul.

You are benevolent to him, for all that your smiles are edged with something almost irreverent, a mockery of the shining halo that’s settled atop your head. A trickster God, maybe, an ancient being long gone from the history books, your name etched into wax tablets that have long since crumbled to dust, carvings sat atop pedestals that have been long eroded to time.

He might have cared, once. Might have sought to find you, your name, find out what exactly you are, what the price he is to pay for the power you give him. But now?

Namjoon finds he no longer cares, enthralled as he is.

“Then come, my love,” you murmur. “Closer.”

Namjoon trembles. When he kneels at your feet, head tilted, staring at your bared skin, the arch of your feet, the jut of your ankles, the smoothness of your calves, the swell of your thighs before they’re hidden away from his roaming eyes by the drape of linen; he trembles. He is so close he can touch you, can smell you, the fragrance massaged into your body, heady and dizzying.

“Worship me, then,” you say, that ever-present smile on your lips.

“I would not dare touch you, my lady,” Namjoon says.

You throw your head back and laugh. Namjoon stares at the line of your bare throat, the slope of your breasts, curves barely hidden, blindingly white robe slipping as your gold painted shoulders shake in mirth. White and gold, gold and white, unflawed, perfect.

“Are you so afraid of me?”

“Never.” Namjoon’s heart is pounding, pulsing in his ears. “I dare not defile you with my unworthy hands.”

“And if I commanded you so?” An eyebrow, raised, a question. “Would you refuse your Goddess her dues?”

“I am not worthy,” Namjoon says, even as he aches. Even as you spread your legs, draping cloth keeping you just safe from his eyes, hungry as they are. “I would dirty you, my lady.”

“Such as it is.” Your voice is low, almost gleeful. Delighted. “Touch me, Namjoon.”

He kisses your feet first. Bows his head, lips trembling as he presses them to the top arch of your foot. Your ankles. Lets his eyes flutter shut as he trails his unworthy lips across your warm skin, pressing his devotion into your body with his mouth.

And when you beckon for him with a lazy curl of your hand, he goes, so easily. Pulls off each of your rings, lets them fall, bright rain that falls forgotten to cool marble. Casts aside the circlet on your head, spinning as it lands on cold stone. Pulls his hands across your bare collarbones, pulls your robe apart, pulls your naked body out into the open.

There’s no shame here, in your nakedness, majestic and proud, every inch of your body swathed with heavy, divine power.

Your lips are cocked in a smile. You blink up at him, lazy and slow and content, amused at his shaking fingers and almost-slack mouth, overwhelmed.

“Am I so awe-inspiring?”

“The moon and stars and sun shine less than your beauty,” Namjoon murmurs, and you laugh.

He falls to his knees. Buckles in the face of your strength and beauty, as he always does. Always will.

When he presses his head between your legs, you moan. The smell of your arousal thrums under the jasmine rubbed into your skin, an orgy in a summer garden, and you taste so human, gasping at the first swipe of his tongue through your folds. You scrape your fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper; Namjoon feels he could die happy, here, between your thighs, so blessed and favoured, to be allowed to worship you, as perfect as you are. His cock hardens between his legs, ignored and neglected, so focused and intent on you. Forgets himself in the face of giving you everything you demand.

Beckoned into the embrace of something holy, here he is, defiling you with each curl of his tongue, each touch of his fingers. And he willingly commits these transgressions, reverent even as you come apart under his touch, venerating you as an idol, rather than a Goddess. Drinks down the way you shake in pleasure, pupils blown and swallowing your beautiful irises, your piercing gaze lust-hazed.

“You worship your Goddess well,” you praise.

And when you push him down onto your throne, astride his hips with glittering eyes and an arched back, Namjoon thinks this is profane. Thinks that he should not feel so starved or deprived, even as you sink down on him, tight and hot and wet. And yet each gasp he pulls from you is a blessing from the divine, for all that this is carnal, the slap of skin on skin, the thrust of his cock into your fluttering cunt.

Even the kisses you share are a violation of you; he is not worthy to touch you, to press his lips against yours. But you urge him to, urge him to lick at your mouth, bite at your lips, kiss-swollen and flush, parted as you pant into his open, willing mouth.

You throw your head back in ecstasy. Each lilting noise pulled from your lips goes straight to Namjoon’s throbbing cock, blood thrumming in his veins as he thrusts up into you, chasing your pleasure, pliant under the scratch of your fingernails, the grasp of your hands.

“Do you—oh—do you love your Goddess, Namjoon?”

“To not do so would be blasphemy.” It’s graceless, the way he speaks, grunts slipping out between gritted teeth. Utterly human and base as you take him, ride him, reach inside and wrap your fingers around his heart and soul, already yours. As if your naked skin pressed against each other isn’t blasphemy enough; your movements in the throes of passion and ecstasy isn’t sacrilegious.

You keep your eyes trained on Namjoon’s face, bracing your fingertips on his sweat-slick chest as you arch back, imperious and regal; Namjoon might have taken you apart with his fingers and tongue, but you’re the mistress of this kingdom and you know it.

When you trail a finger over the swell of Namjoon’s reddened, plush bottom lip, it feels almost taunting. The gesture itself might be soft, tender—but Namjoon remembers that he doesn’t know what you’re a Goddess of, all over again. Remembers that he doesn’t know the source of your power, what you really are, that he doesn’t even know your true name.

(Remembers that he doesn’t know if you’re a Goddess at all.)

(He remembers. Doesn’t care. You’re his Goddess, before you are anything else. You’re his Goddess and he is devoted to you, forever, always.)

“Mine.” You suck in a breath, air punched out of you as Namjoon slams into you again, hard and sharp and fast, sullying you. His palms are covered in gold, smeared over your body and his, the carved marble of the throne underneath you. Dirty; tarnished. “Mine, mine, you’re mine, little mortal, aren’t you?”

Namjoon is utterly yours.

“Yours,” he moans. “Yours, my lady, I’m yours.”

You laugh even as you cum again, hiccupping as you grin at him, wicked and sharp. You’re so tight around him, hot around his aching cock, and it doesn’t take long to lose himself in your heat, painting your insides; defiling even there, too. The proof of Namjoon’s impure touch dribbles down your thigh as you lift away, sated, your smile all edged with teeth.

“My most loyal follower, humblest of my servants.” You trail a cool finger around his face, through the sweat at his brow, dirtying your hands even more. And yet, in Namjoon’s eyes you still shine, untouched and perfect, his wonderful Goddess. “Oh, your soul always tastes so sweet, Namjoon. Will you always worship me with such piety? Will you always come when I call?”

To know his taste lingers on your tongue, even when he’s not there, fills him with pride. Flows in his chest, swelling in size, pressing against his ribs and lungs and heart, squeezing those delicate parts so tight, squashing them small. There’s no room for anything inside him other than devotion for you.

“Always,” Namjoon replies. “I would always be your most favoured, if you wished.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes,” Namjoon confesses. “Yes, my lady, with all that I am.”

Would spend the rest of his days on his hands and knees at the base of your shrine, lay out offerings at your feet. Would lay himself on your altar, a willing sacrifice. Would let you tear him apart and swallow his still beating heart; it’s yours, anyway. He doesn’t need it anymore.

Yes, Namjoon loves you. Most ardently. Even if it comes with a price: his soul, bound to yours, forever.

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How to Play as Link in DnD 5e (2.0)

With the release of both Mythic Odysseys of Theros and now the new big expansion in Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything, I figured now would be a good time to reexamine Link with the context of new subclasses, class features, and game mechanics that weren’t around the last time that I built him. While I won’t do this for every character I’ve built before, characters who have new options made available with these updates will get a new rebuild for 2021. If you want to compare and contrast this build to the original, I will link that build right [here].

The Spirit of the Hero

Link’s a Hylian and that’s just a fancy way of saying elf. His best racial options are either the High Elf, the Wood Elf, or the Half-Elf. Half-elf’s extra skills are tempting, but as Link is never given any parents or an ancestral family tree, we can’t really justify him as a half-elf. We’ll call him a Wood Elf for the extra +2 to his Dexterity and the +1 to his Wisdom as well as that woodsy vibe. But if you wanna go for a Half-Elf for the power build, I won’t tell anyone.

Link’s alignment is tricky. On the one hand, he is shown kneeling before the monarchy, defeating the forces of evil and darkness, and doing odd jobs to help the common people he comes across. However, he can also start forest fires, break into people’s houses, smash pots, steal people’s life savings or personal belongings, and attack the chicken population until they attack back. I’d wager he’s Neutral Good if for no other reason than his morality is highly dependent on the player.

My first choice for Link’s background would be the Folk Hero for Animal Handling and Survival. However, Link’s background is so inconsistent, it’s easier to just list out the skills he tends to have and tell you to pick a background that has those skills, or create your own: Animal Handling, Athletics, Investigation, Nature, Perception, or Survival. There’s a case to be made for other skills as well. Acrobatics works a little and his jumps did involve sick flips in Majora’s Mask, but Link doesn’t tend to balance or platform jump very often. Link can play instruments fine and danced in the Subrosian Dance Hall in Oracle of Seasons for Performance proficiency, but he’s usually playing instruments to activate effects, not to actually perform for a crowd. Link shows some Stealth skills in Breath of the Wild, but this hasn’t been a longstanding skill of his, so I didn’t lump it in with his main skill list.

Becoming a Hero

When it comes to his build, Link has made some use of spells in the past, but he’s nowhere near the spellcaster that Zelda and Ganondorf are. Link is definitely more of a martial fighter who augments himself with a wide arsenal of magical items. So when it comes to picking Link’s class, we have a few things to keep in mind.

BARD

Link is a talented young man, and he has had magical instruments in a few games over the years, as well as dancing in Subrosia, among other things. While I don’t subscribe to the idea of Link being a bard myself, I understand why people would come to this conclusion, as Link isn’t really bad at anything... except talking. And lying. And looking threatening. Or haggling. Yeah kind of hard to depict Link as a CHA caster who isn’t proficient in any CHA skill checks.

Spirits (UA) This doesn’t fit for every Link, but especially for Breath of the Wild where Link gets help from the spirits of his fallen comrades, the flavor of calling on the dead works for Link. For a non-BotW example, maybe Link can tell stories of his past lives, and the memories he shares with each of them.

Valor This college has the downside of being built as a cheerleader, while Link really should be built for solo-combat since that’s how he approaches most fights. But Valor is better than Swords and also gives Link proficiency with martial weapons and shields, while Swords does not.

FIGHTER

While there are many martial classes, the Fighter differentiates itself by being the most down-to-earth option. It’s not beholden to rage, or smites, hunting, or sneaking. It is the simple skill of the blade, and this is a skill Link has in spades. From the earliest games, Link has been a master of the sword, the shield, and the bow.

Battle Master Link is a strategic fighter. He looks for weak spots, and he exploits them the best he can. Of all the fighter subclasses, none is more clever than the Battle Master. Its many maneuvers resembles the numerous sword techniques Link has learned especially in the later games. Even in Smash, Link showcases how clever he is by being able to combine his arrows with his bombs and shoot a bomb arrow. To my knowledge, none of the other characters can combine their abilities like this in Smash.

Cavalier The subclass is poorly named, and was better in its initial name as the Knight, as that is really what this subclass is. It is the idea of the knight in shining armor. They can also be flavored as bodyguards, a traveling sellsword, or castle guards. So Link does not have to be glued to Epona to make use of this subclass. The main reason to want this subclass is the Warding Maneuver, as giving Link the chance to either block or reduce all damage he takes is going to seriously improve how well he can tank a hit, and help keep him in a fight longer.

PALADIN

More than any other class, the Paladin actually stands for something. They fight for a value or a belief. They swear their life to a cause and are prepared to die fighting for it. Link works on a lore level as a Paladin. Especially when he’s dedicated multiple lifetimes to the same cause. Across every timeline and game over screen, Link has always returned and stood in defiance against whatever evil may come.

Ancients This oath makes Link sworn to the forces of nature, such as the Great Fairy, and protecting the balance and harmony of the light, life, and love against death, decay, and darkness. The Ancients Paladin is all about protecting the balance in the world and valiantly opposing evil wherever it might arise. It also has a druidic or fey aspect, which kind of works for Link.

Crown With this vow, Link serves the Hyrulian Royal Family. This makes Link the princess’ personal knight, and an agent of lawfulness, order, and peacekeeping in the land. While 5e has backed away from typecasting Paladins as Lawful Good, this is probably the most Lawful subclass one could pick, as it places the authority of the royal family above all else.

Glory Instead of being sworn to the light or the law, the Glory Paladin is the harbinger of the goddesses. They are flavored as legendary heroes of destiny, possibly being demigods or the personal errand boys of the setting’s pantheon. This subclass is clearly focused on being a frontline warrior, and the features make Link a true force on the battlefield.

RANGER

Anyone who’s played Legend of Zelda knows that Link is very good at surviving. The games don’t tell you how to navigate the wilderness, Link just has to figure it out for himself. What’s more, Link may be willing to venture into the wilderness, but he’ll be hard-pressed to find many NPCs that far outside of settlements or cities. Yet what they fear, he thrives in. And it’s no wonder that this is the class most peole would assume for Link.

Hunter This conclave is the slayer of all things that threaten civilization. They can choose to be better at chipping away at one enemy, counter attack bigger monsters, or mow through hordes of minions with more ease by taking out multiple at a time. Especially at higher levels, this conclave excels at ripping apart Ganon’s forces with nary a golden curl out of place.

ROGUE

The rogue doesn’t need to be a wanted criminal on the lamb. They can be a clever fighter with a variety of skills and a knack for evasion. That speaks a lot more to Link’s skill set than one might assume at first glance. It’s not a perfect fit for Link, but it’s really not that inaccurate either.

Inquisitive This roguish archetype is defined by being clever in combat, looking for weak points to exploit. They’re also much more observant, making them better at discovering clues or secret passages, or telling when they’re being misled. At higher levels, their ability to look for weaknesses can even increase their sneak attack damage. This especially fits some of the older games where boss fights were focused on using items to exploit the dungeon boss’ weaknesses, rather than hacking away at their health bar. In these older titles, Link was less of a straight up warrior and more of a clever trickster pulling off strategic victories.

Scout The Scout Rogue has heavy Ranger vibes, as they get free expertise in Nature and Survival, enhanced mobility, the ability to disengage from fights more easily, and at higher levels become masters of ambushes. This fits well with Link’s sneakier sniper playstyle that can be done in Breath of the Wild, as Link can take out entire camps without ever being seen.

Thief While Link is not a standard cutpurse, Link is a treasure hunter, a dungeon delver, and the jokes about him robbing the people of Hyrule and breaking into people’s homes doesn’t exactly help. The thief also gets to use more magical items, allowing Link to use things such as enchanted instruments without being a bard.

WARLOCK

Link usually isn’t the hero of his own volition. He often starts his journey with Triforce of Courage, a source of power gifted by his patrons. It’s honestly a weak connection, but it loosely works, so I’m including it.

Celestial While this subclass is geared toward serving something other than a god, I don’t see any reason why a Celestial Warlock couldn’t serve the Triple Goddesses of Hyrule or even Hylia/Zelda directly.

Hexblade The most obviously martial warlock option, this is a good choice if you want to incorporate Fi into your character.

Link’s Toy Chest

Hero’s Sword - Longsword (+1-3) Mirror Shield - Repulsion Shield Hero’s Bow - Oathbow Gale Boomerang - Storm Boomerang Fire Rod - Wand of Fireballs (requires spellcasting) Mastersword - Sword of Zariel, Holy Avenger Longsword* Hylian Shield - Shield of the Hidden Lord Goddess Bow - Ephixis, Bow of Nylea Golden Gauntlets - Gauntlets of Ogre Power Zora Tunic - Cloak of the Manta Ray Pegasus Boots - Boots of Speed Hover Boots - Boots of Levitation Hook Shot - Rope of Climbing

SIDEKICKS

Sidekicks are a new edition from Tasha’s that let Link bring allies on his hero’s journey. Experts are skill monkeys who focus on Help actions, Spellcasters dip into the INT, WIS, or CHA spell lists, and Warriors are trained to fight and don’t have to talk, so they can be animals.

Epona - Defender Warrior Riding Horse Navi - Expert or Healer Spellcaster Sprite Sidon - Attacker Warrior Merfolk Sheik - Expert Noble (Elf) Wolf Link - Attacker Warrior Wolf

Theros Piety

The Piety System from Theros lets us be devout to a god and earn features from worshiping them. As far as I’m aware, this is an optional feature, and not every DM will make use of these, but if you’re able to, here’s a handy guide. These gods really stood out as the clear choices for Link to go with.

Iroas - God of Victory

Domains: War Virtues: Achieve a great victory, Overcome slim odds honorably, Defeat a foe in single combat, Perform a great feat of strength or skill Sins: Being a coward in battle, Beat an honorable foe through deceit, harm innocents Piety Bonus: +3 Learn Compelled Duel spell +10 Learn Crusader’s Mantle spell +25 For 1 minute, creatures cannot gain advantage on you +50 Increase STR or CHA by 2 to a max of 22

Keranos - God of Storms

Domains: Knowledge, Tempest Virtues: Solve a riddle or puzzle, defeat an unwise enemy, plan ahead for an upcoming challenge, build or restore a temple to Keranos Sins: Jeopardize others through foolishness, ignore a wise course of action, fail to plan for a challenge, give in to anger or self-destruction

Piety Bonus: +3 Add 1d6 lightning damage to melee attack up to INT mod turns. +10 Reroll a failed INT or WIS saving throw +25 Advantage on Initiative rolls +50 Increase INT or WIS by 2 to a max of 22

Nylea - Goddess of the Wild

Domains: Nature Virtues: Help any wild animal, stop those who hunt for sport or profit, win an archery competition, slay an aberration, fiend, or undead Sins: Kill an animal without reason, Dedicate a building to or make a sacrifice for any god (including Nylea), protect a city from a natural disaster

Piety Bonus: +3 Learn Hunter’s Mark +10 Learn Speak with Animals +25 Attacking creatures must pass DC 15 WIS save or change targets. +50 Increase DEX or WIS by 2 to a max of 22

Cunning Tactician

Battle Master Fighter (12) Inquisitive Rogue (8) Fighting Style: Dueling Maneuvers: Brace, Disarming Strike, Feinting Attack, Parry, Precision Attack, Riposte, Sweeping Attack Tools: Thieves’ Tools, Mason’s Tools

While Link is brave and strong, he is most defined by his clever mind and unorthodox solutions to boss fights. With this class split, Link has prioritized strategy and tactics over everything else. While it leaves him a little squishier, Link is still a very capable warrior. As a Battle Master, he got a free tool proficiency. Mason’s Tools allows Link to find secret passageways in stone walls, which most dungeons tend to be made of. On top of that, with his Feinting Attack, Link can give himself advantage, meaning he can use Sneak Attack even in a 1v1 fight, which fits his solo adventurer playstyle.

One-Man Army

Battle Master Fighter (12) Hunter Ranger (8) Fighting Style: Dueling, Archery Maneuvers: Brace, Disarming Strike, Feinting Attack, Parry, Precision Attack, Riposte, Sweeping Attack Hunter’s Prey: Colossus Slayer, Multiattack Defense Tools: Mason’s Tools

I used this build once in a level 10 campaign. 6 levels of Fighter, 4 levels of Ranger with a +2 Longsword, and let me tell you something. This build creamed the competition, which was the other PCs at the table, who were also built as level 10 characters. Link nearly defeated his first opponent in a single round, dealing around 70 damage between his four attacks. When I say this is Link’s “power” build, I mean it. I didn’t even sweat when an adult blue dragon showed up after the tournament ended, that’s how much faith I had in Link’s ability to fight. I honestly forgot to even use Link’s battle maneuvers, he was just dealing so much damage that it slipped my mind. You could swap Battle Master for Cavalier, but for me, the Battle Master is more accurate to Link’s favor of techniques over basic hack-and-slash.

RANGER SPELLS

1 Absorb Elements, Ensnaring Strike, Hunter’s Mark 2 Cordon of Arrows, Healing Spirit

The Hero of Hyrule

Battle Master Fighter (12) Glory Paladin (8) Fighting Style: Archery, Dueling Maneuvers: Brace, Disarming Strike, Feinting Attack, Parry, Precision Attack, Riposte, Sweeping Attack Tools: Mason’s Tools

As a Glory Paladin, Link is driven by a desire to be a legendary hero, and at least in the UA version, the Glory Paladin served the gods, as Link does. Like the two builds above, Link balances the brute might of the Glory Paladin with the tactile diversity of the Battle Master.

PALADIN SPELLS

1 Cure Wounds, Divine Favor, Guiding Bolt, Heroism, Protection from Evil and Good, Searing Smite, Thunderous Smite, Wrathful Smite 2 Branding Smite, Enhance Ability, Find Steed, Magic Weapon, Warding Bond

Oaths and Promises

Glory Paladin (12) Celestial Warlock (8) Fighting Style: Dueling Pact: Blade Invocations: Eldritch Smite, Improved Pact Weapon, Maddening Hex, Relentless Hex

The builds from here on are more for the flavor than necessarily Link’s character. As a Blade Pact Paladock, Link becomes a CHA-focused martial with some extra spell slots that turn his smiting sword strikes into a bokoblin slurry machine. This build focuses Link more as a servant of the gods than anything else. Just make sure he has the Hex spell, but you can replace Maddening Hex with Agonizing Blast if you want to use the Master Sword laser beam at full potential.

PALADIN SPELLS

1 Divine Favor, Guiding Bolt, Heroism, Protection from Evil and Good, Searing Smite, Thunderous Smite, Wrathful Smite 2 Branding Smite, Enhance Ability, Find Steed, Magic Weapon, Warding Bond 3 Blinding Smite, Crusader’s Mantle, Elemental Weapon, Haste, Protection from Energy

WARLOCK SPELLS

C Blade Ward, Booming Blade, Sword Burst 1 Armor of Agathys, Cure Wounds, Hex 2 Lesser Restoration, Misty Step, Shatter 3 Spirit Shroud, Summon Fey 4 Galder’s Speedy Courier

To Serve and Protect

Battle Master Fighter (12) Crown Paladin (8) Fighting Style: Dueling, Interception Maneuvers: Bait and Switch, Brace, Disarming Strike, Goading Strike, Parry, Riposte, Sweeping Attack Tools: Mason’s Tools

Link is Zelda’s knight, bodyguard, and servant. So this build prioritizes features that makes Link the loyal emissary of the Princess of Hyrule. As such, this build changes Link’s role to be more of a defender to the princess than a solo hero. This build assumes that the princess or someone else who needs to be protected is joining Link on his adventure.

PALADIN SPELLS

1 Command, Cure Wounds, Divine Favor, Heroism, Compelled Duel, Searing Smite, Thunderous Smite, Wrathful Smite 2 Branding Smite, Find Steed, Warding Bond, Zone of Truth

After all is said and done, I hope I gave everyone a lot to work with. Of course my suggestions are not law, and if nothing else, I hope it gives you an idea of how you want to build him. Last time I built Link, I gave one set build for him, but I still laid out other options. Recently though, I’ve been trying to show multiple builds at the end of my build posts to offer a wider idea of what building a character can look like. Happy 2021 everyone, and let’s hope this year goes smoother.

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Why did Jon Snow refuse the offer of Winterfell from Stannis?

Read Jon XII, A Storm of Swords. An entire chapter dedicated to Jon’s though process on why he refuses Stannis’ offer. To make it easier I will highlight the relevant parts:

He sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question. Lord of Winterfell. I could be the Lord of Winterfell. My father’s heir.

It was not Lord Eddard’s face he saw floating before him, though; it was Lady Catelyn’s. With her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth, she looked a bit like Stannis. Iron, he thought, but brittle. She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. Who are you? that look had always seemed to say. This is not your place. Why are you here?

The warmth took some of the ache from his muscles and made him think of Winterfell’s muddy pools, steaming and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it. Surely his father would have wanted that, and Robb as well. They would never have wanted the castle left in ruins.

You can’t be the Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born, he heard Robb say again. And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues. You do not belong here. This is not your place. When Jon closed his eyes he saw the heart tree, with its pale limbs, red leaves, and solemn face. The weirwood was the heart of Winterfell, Lord Eddard always said . . . but to save the castle Jon would have to tear that heart up by its ancient roots, and feed it to the red woman’s hungry fire god. I have no right, he thought. Winterfell belongs to the old gods.

Thorne and Marsh will sway him, Yarwyck will support Lord Janos, and Lord Janos will be chosen Lord Commander. And what does that leave me, if not Winterfell?

Ygritte wanted me to be a wildling. Stannis wants me to be the Lord of Winterfell. But what do I want? Would I sooner be hanged for a turncloak by Lord Janos, or forswear my vows, marry Val, and become the Lord of Winterfell? It seemed an easy choice when he thought of it in those terms . . . though if Ygritte had still been alive, it might have been even easier. Val was a stranger to him.

I would need to steal her (Val) if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister’s son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly’s boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We’d find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance’s son and Craster’s would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me.

And finally:

“Gods, wolf, where have you been?” Jon said when Ghost stopped worrying at his forearm. “I thought you’d died on me, like Robb and Ygritte and all the rest. I’ve had no sense of you, not since I climbed the Wall, not even in dreams.” The direwolf had no answer, but he licked Jon’s face with a tongue like a wet rasp, and his eyes caught the last light and shone like two great red suns. Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre’s. He had a weirwood’s eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they’d found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

He had his answer then

Jon thinks he could become Lord of Winterfell and make Ned proud. He thinks Ned and Robb would want him to restore Winterfell. He thinks of Ygritte and Val - how he could make a life with Val. He thinks of his precarious situation at the wall - with Thorne and Slynt wanting to get rid of him. He thinks of Sam and Gilly and Mance’s son.

This is important:

When Jon closed his eyes he saw the heart tree, with its pale limbs, red leaves, and solemn face. The weirwood was the heart of Winterfell, Lord Eddard always said . . . but to save the castle Jon would have to tear that heart up by its ancient roots, and feed it to the red woman’s hungry fire god. I have no right, he thought. Winterfell belongs to the old gods.

Stannis precondition for making Jon Lord of Winterfell is that he has to burn down the Winterfell Godswood and convert to the Lord of Light. Burn down the Old Gods. And Ghost returning at the end of the chapter is what reminds Jon of the oaths he made before the Godswood, his duty to the NW and the Old Gods of the North.

The direwolf had no answer, but he licked Jon’s face with a tongue like a wet rasp, and his eyes caught the last light and shone like two great red suns. Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre’s. He had a weirwood’s eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they’d found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

He had his answer then

To reiterate, Jon does not refuse the offer of Winterfell from Stannis for Ned, Catelyn, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran or Rickon. He does not refuse Winterfell for love of his family.

He does it because of sworn oaths to the Old Gods.

There is only one time over the entire 5 books that Jon makes a very important decision because of love for family - specifically one member of his family. And that’s when he breaks his sworn oaths at the tail end of ADwD to go save Arya from Ramsay Bolton. And yes, he is pretty much walking a thin line throughout the book by helping Stannis and sending Mance out to get Arya - but the end is where he decides to go attack Ramsay as Lord Commander.

So yeah, Jon’s arc is about overcoming societal biases and doing right and leading as just a bastard. It’s about not giving into his selfish impulses and envy unlike his character foil Theon Greyjoy.

But Jon is also a character who wants to wield power. He wants more because all his life he’s been told he cannot have it by virtue of his birth.

You can’t be the Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born, he heard Robb say again.

Imagine how he is going to feel when Robb then makes him KITN?!

Would Jon refuse being Lord of Winterfell when the same offer is made to him by his beloved brother Robb? Who does not demand that he burns down the Godswood? Who has legitimized him as a Stark? A Jon who has been assassinated by mutineer NW brothers and who has always wanted Winterfell? Who wants an united North to face the threat of the Others?

It’s okay for Jon to want to rule Winterfell. He does not have to accept the circumstances of his birth - because those circumstances are unfair and unjust.

And yeah, Jon’s not going to be endgame king. There’s a good chance he ends up in the Lands of Always Winter at the end of the series. At the same time, this does not mean that his narrative arc and journey does not include climbing that ladder as high as possible, to the very top. There’s a reason GRRM spend 13 chapters on Lord Commander Jon Snow being a savvy politician, strategist and leader in ADwD.

Jon Snow is going to be ruler of the north sometime during the next two books and Robb’s will is there for a reason.

GRRM SSM, August 2000

Q: I have a question, since Robb actually legitimized Jon and named him his heir for Winterfell and the North before the Red Wedding (granted no one knows about this and is still alive or free, the Greatjon knows as does Edmure, but I dont see them getting out of the Twins any time soon and Catelyn would probably die before telling anyone) does this make Jon’s rejection of Stannis’ offer moot?

A: Edmure and the Greatjon are prisoners, true… but you are forgetting the envoys that Robb sent to Howland Reed… Galbart Glover, Maege Mormont, Jason Mallister… they are all alive and free... As to what is and is not moot… the key point is, only a =king= can legitimize a bastard……

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tomakeitbeautifultolive · 3 years

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Something I've been wondering about: If Jon comes back as a fire wight like Beric Dondarrion and unCat, will he be able to get it up? Blood won't really be flowing in his body anymore, so would his dick be powered by fire magic or something like that?

I, too, have spent a great deal of time pondering Jon Snow’s dick, Anon. 😏 Jokes aside, I will admit right off the bat that most of what I have to offer is total speculation, but over-thinking the most minor details of ASOIAF happens to be my favorite pastime, so let’s go!

Like pretty much everyone who read the quote, I was totally thrown off by the “fire wight” revelation. Here’s the quote for reference:

“..poor Beric Dondarrion, who was set up as the foreshadowing of all this, every time he’s a little less Beric. His memories are fading, he’s got all these scars, he’s becoming more and more physically hideous, because he’s not a living human being anymore. His heart isn’t beating, his blood isn’t flowing in his veins, he’s a wight, but a wight animated by fire instead of by ice.”

So, an important distinction to make here is that this quote is about Beric Dondarrion specifically, not Jon Snow.

The condition of Jon Snow’s corpse might matter

George can be very clever with how he words things. Note that he goes into Beric’s deaths, describing multiple resurrections and how he’s falling apart before stating that his heart is no longer beating. It could be that a fresh “fire wight” might still possess bodily functions—at least at first. Catelyn, too, was a very sorry looking corpse by the time she was reanimated, therefore not a great comparison, either. Especially since it’s Beric rather than Thoros who, with very little life force to lend, resurrects her.

If nothing else, Jon will be “fresh”, and his location at the Wall means the low temperatures will help preserve his body even if the resurrection takes some time.

And speaking of the Wall… there happens to be a special lady there who could help Jon, and whose powers happen to be amplified by the magic of the Wall...

Melisandre is profoundly more powerful than Thoros of Myr

Thoros may be a red priest, but otherwise he seems to be a pretty normal human man. We get a clue about when he converted from Jaime:

“Jaime had once heard Thoros tell the king that he became a red priest because the robes hid the winestains so well.”

Relatively recently, one might guess, as most children aren’t yet drunks. Further, he was never very dedicated to his faith, even questioning it at times.

Melisandre, on the other hand...

“Melisandre had practiced her art for years beyond count, and she had paid the price. There was no one, even in her order, who had her skill at seeing the secrets half-revealed and half-concealed within the sacred flames.”

While we don’t know much about her, this confirms that she spent countless years studying her craft, and no one in her order can match her skill. And no one believes in their faith more than Melisandre. Like in the television series, it’s a safe bet that she’s actually much older than the natural human lifespan, particularly if she managed to lose count of how many years she’s studied magic.

If Melisandre is the one to resurrect Jon Snow, she might not use a ‘last kiss’ method at all, or, if she does, it could be more powerful than anything Thoros is capable of.

Unlike Beric, Jon Snow is probably the prophesied prince

Speaking of Melisandre’s ability to glimpse secrets in the flames… there’s someone she sure seems to see a lot of:

“I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only Snow.”

“Skulls. A thousand skulls, and the bastard boy again. Jon Snow.”

“The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange.”

I know. There is some contention about who the Prince that was Promised is. Regardless of whether you agree that it’s Jon Snow, you’ve got to admit that Melisandre is seeing him in the flames for a reason. And if he’s not the prophesied prince, then perhaps his blood has something to do with it. It’s likely that, for some reason, the combination of Targaryen and Stark blood matters. At least, Rhaegar Targaryen seemed pretty convinced...

Whatever Jon Snow’s business is in Westeros… it’s unfinished. And part of that unfinished business might just involve becoming a father.

The emphasis put on Jon fathering a child is notable

Let’s go back to Jon’s first chapter ever. It opens with Jon at Robert’s feast, the author uses Jon’s eyes to describe the setting and multiple characters. And then enters Benjen Stark. This is when we really get to know Jon. When you read this passage, really consider the author’s intent here:

"You don't know what you're asking, Jon. The Night's Watch is a sworn brotherhood. We have no families. None of us will ever father sons. Our wife is duty. Our mistress is honor."

"A bastard can have honor too," Jon said. "I am ready to swear your oath."

"You are a boy of fourteen," Benjen said. "Not a man, not yet. Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up."

"I don't care about that!" Jon said hotly.

"You might, if you knew what it meant," Benjen said. "If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son."

Jon felt anger rise inside him. "I'm not your son!"

Benjen Stark stood up. "More's the pity." He put a hand on Jon's shoulder. "Come back to me after you've fathered a few bastards of your own, and we'll see how you feel."

Jon trembled. "I will never father a bastard," he said carefully. "Never!" He spat it out like venom.

Suddenly he realized that the table had fallen silent, and they were all looking at him. He felt the tears begin to well behind his eyes.

This is how George R.R. Martin chooses to introduce us to Jon Snow. And gods, that always hits me right in the gut. It’s absolutely supposed to. Jon’s trembling, venomous anger is palpable. You feel the deep hurt and resentment in his words, right down to his core. Jon says he doesn’t care—but the bite in his words and the tears welling in his eyes tell us otherwise.

Jon Snow easily embraces his vow of celibacy. At first. And then comes Ygritte. And after getting his first taste of love and later flirting with the idea of becoming a lord when it’s offered to him by Stannis, Jon Snow begins to imagine what it might be like to have a wife...

“I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall.”

And look what happens the moment he does dare to dream of it...

“I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister's son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly's boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We'd find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance's son and Craster's would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade.”

And the feeling transitions into an almost tangible hunger felt by his wolf, Ghost.

Speaking of Ghost…

Grab your tinfoil! ‘Cause Jon’s life might’ve already been ‘paid for’ ...By Daenerys

First… in case you didn’t know, Daenerys is probably a skinchanger:

“The slightest pressure with her legs, the lightest touch on the reins, and the filly responded. As she turned to ride back, a firepit loomed ahead, directly in her path. A daring she had never known filled Daenerys then, and she gave the filly her head.”

Basically, it goes like this:

As Daenerys wanders the Dothraki Sea in search of food after being whisked away by Drogon, she hears a wolf’s howl.

“Will (Ghost) howl for me when I'm dead, as Bran's wolf howled when he fell?”

Feeling lonely yet no less hungry, she eats some strange green berries. Her stomach begins to cramp.

“My flesh will feed the wolves and carrion crows, she thought sadly, and worms will burrow through my womb.”

Unfortunately, Daenerys then experiences some horrible diarrhea. Poor girl! I don’t bring it up to be crass, but because this purge bears striking resemblance to an earthly drug called Ayahuasca—a substance that, aside from emptying your bowels, is often used as a means to ‘open your third eye’ (Just as Bran does in the crypts, and he can finally reach Jon and Ghost…)

Dany falls asleep and begins experiencing trippy dreams about her brother—perhaps even achieving contact with the other side? Then...

“When she woke, gasping, her thighs were slick with blood.”

Assuming it’s nothing more than her period, Dany begins to wonder the last time she bled—hinting that it might’ve been a little while.

“The sight of so much red frightened her. Moon blood, it's only my moon blood, but she did not remember ever having such a heavy flow.”

Maybe a bit of a stretch, I know. But… this wretched and graphic scene of Dany’s loose bowels really made me wonder what in seven hells George was thinking. I was so embarrassed for Dany that I HAD to figure out why he’d do this to her.

And my best guess is that she’s using these latent skinchanging abilities to tap into this strange connection with the “blue rose” over at the Wall of Westeros and the silent wolf who finally howled for help upon his death… And so, Dany’s miscarriage may be the death that will pay for Jon’s life.

I might’ve found some more evidence to back this claim up, this is very new ‘evidence’, so bear with me:

“Fire”, in the world of ASOIAF, often translates to “life”. As is seen here in Sam’s speech following Aemon’s death (thanks, bridge4!):

“He was the blood of the dragon, but now his fire has gone out.”

Further, according to the wiki:

“When a follower of the Lord of Light dies, priests fill their mouths with fire and breathe flame into the deceased”

In the House of the Undying, Dany receives a series of chilling prophecies, one of which happens to be about fires:

“Three fires you must light, one for life, one for death and one to love”

I know, I know. Drogo’s pyre, the Khals, etc etc. But George might be playing with double meanings here… So, if we think of fires as conceptions, this could maybe mean:

One in exchange FOR the Dragon’s lives (Life)

One in exchange FOR Jon’s resurrection (Death)

One conceived (likely with Jon) and carried to term (TO love)

Food for thought! Especially considering that, like Jon, Dany possesses the blood of Old Valyria, and these sacrifices are probably all the more powerful as a result. But even if I’m dead wrong about that prophecy, well, fire still broadly means life, which bodes well for our brooding ‘bastard’, who might just end up as a “fire wight”.

Hopefully something in this drivel has given any Jon fans reading this a little bit of faith that, despite the slight setback of death, Jon will still be able to exercise his, uh, virility when he finally meets Dany. 😅 Thanks for the ask!!

#answered #jon snow #fire wight #resurrection #jonerys #asoiaf theories #asoiaf speculation #my theories #loving the asks since I can't do much else while recovering #keep 'em coming if you got 'em!

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Lucis Headcanons

@secret-engima, since I know you're always down for hearing about my lucis worldbuilding.

I was thinking about how Galahd was convinced to willingly join the Lucian Empire (based off SE's hcs here) and just what the specifics of the treaty are (because wording is important but that's something I plan to delve into on a different post with SE's input) and one of the clauses was 'swear fealty to the crown.'

That got me thinking about fealty oaths. We never see any in canon, but they are still used in real life today, so I expect Lucis uses them as well. We just never saw them in canon because Noctis never had an official coronation ceremony and the following commendation ceremony.

So what would the various oaths of fealty look like?

Well, Lucis would have started out as a feudal state. Somnus held the fealty of his liegemen, which were those who traded military service for land ownership. Liegemen would include the nobles all the way down to knights and freemen.

Oaths from 7th century anglo-saxons often took the form of 'I am loyal to you, I love what you love, I hate what you hate, etc.' Later oaths were more verbose, detailing the exact agreement between lord and liege, and it very much was an agreement both sides were held to.

The oath-taker was generally expected to be harmless, safe, honorable, useful, and easy/practicable. Harmless, in that they would not injure their lord's body. Safe, in that they would not injure their lord's secrets, or their lord's defenses that secure him. Honorable, in that they would not injure their lord's justice or in matters pertaining to their lord's honor. Useful, in that they would not injure their lord's possessions. Easy and practicable, in that they would not make it difficult for their lord to do things that should be easy, and that they would not make impossible for their lord things that are possible.

In return, the lord is expected to keep the laws and customs granted to his people by kings before him, and to keep to any agreements made to his liegemen when they submitted to his authority. This often included agreeing to listen to their counsel and any grievances they might bring to him.

A king could in fact be considered to have broken his oath to his liege, usually for one of the following offenses: attempting to reduce his liegeman wrongfully to servitude; giving his liegeman advice dangerous to his life; committing adultery with his liegeman's wife; attempting wilfully to kill his liegeman with a drawn sword (likely specified to rule out drunkenness or fits of anger); and failing to defend his liegeman when capable of doing so after the liegeman was sworn fealty.

At which point a liegeman could rightfully revoke his oath of fealty.

Now, in the two thousand years or so since Somnus, the specific agreements between the Crown and their liegemen have likely changed a dozen times over, assuming those families still exist. As society advanced to the modern day, no few noble lines could very well die out or be stripped of their status.

Another thing that would happen as Lucis shifts from a feudal state to a modern one, is that the Crown will be less reliant on the nobles to raise military power for them, and will instead have a state military - such as the Crownsguard and the Kingsglaive.

This will reduce the power and influence of the nobles, but it will also turn the oath of fealty into more of a symbolic tradition rather than the contractual agreement it was.

So the Lucian nobles will still swear oaths of fealty to the Crown with each monarch, but it will be more of a symbol and tradition than anything specific, and as such the wording of the oath will be far more generic.

The nobles and peers of Niflheim and Accordo would have had their own oaths, back in the day, but as they are no longer part of the Lucian Empire I won't bother to dig into what they might have been.

But Galahd.

Galahd, who submitted to Lucian rule under very specific agreements (that may be renegotiated after my hcs of Lucis trying to exploit Galahd's natural resources and getting a visceral reminder of why the Clever ordered Lucis to leave the feral jungle children ALONE) will likely have a specific oath that they swear instead.

(Especially considering the hierarchy of the Clans. No one Clan can speak for another, and all the Chiefs of a Clan are equals. Which means either all the Clan Chiefs have to swear their own oath on behalf of their specific branch of the Clan, or the Chiefs elect a single representative to swear fealty on behalf of the entire Clan. Either works, but depending on how it's done it'll necessitate slightly different wording.)

But basically, in the original treaty Galahd promised to: swear fealty to the Crown (aka submit to their rule), pay taxes, trade with Lucis, adopt certain laws, not fight in any wars except on behalf of Lucis, and stay on their islands, for the love of the Six.

(Where things get interesting is with that last clause, because there is where the specific wording will really matter. Because the Burning happens, making it impossible for the Galahdians to remain on their islands. But again, that's something I'll ramble out in another post because it has the potential to be a complicated political situation.)

In exchange, Lucis agreed to: stay out of Galahd, allow Galahd near full autonomy within the Lucian Empire, and allow Galahd full trading rights within the Lucian Empire (which probably pertains to tariffs, taxes, what can and can't be traded, etc).

So Galahd swears fealty based on the agreements outlined in the treaty, which saves everyone from having to list out pages worth of agreements. On the flipside, it means that the agreements aren't easily changed, for good or ill.

So, that's the nobles and the Clans. What about the Crownsguard and the Kingsglaive?

This is where the state military becomes important. Because the soldiers aren't swearing to a lord who then swears to the Crown. No, they are giving their oaths directly to the Crown, and it's less an agreement of fealty and more an agreement of service.

Which makes it simple, since the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive basically swear to defend the kingdom, be loyal to the kingdom, and to obey the orders of their king and commanding officers. This oath will also only last so long as the oath-taker remains in service, instead of the oaths of fealty which last until they are broken or the current monarch dies. Whether the oath of service transfers automatically to the new monarch or the soldiers have to renew their oaths as well is entirely up to the writer. (I personally hc the Kingsglaive have to renew their oaths, when the new monarch renews their magic, whereas the Crownsguard oaths automatically transfer.)

Now, the King's Retinue don't have to swear an oath of fealty or service, given the relationship between the King and his Retinue. But there are symbolic oaths the Retinue may choose to use that are usually spoken at or shortly after their Coming of Age, or after the coronation of their King. Some of the Retinue may choose to do both.

Retinue oaths are specific to the position in the Retinue, but all of them resemble an oath of service more than an oath of fealty. There is still the fealty component, in that the king will listen to them and care for them, but a significant part of the oath is dedicating themselves to the King, and also that the oath remains so long as they are part of the Retinue. However, it resembles a fealty oath in that the oath also dies with that monarch and does not transfer to the next.

So, tl;dr, the Lucian nobles and peers will have the least specific oaths, being more symbolic and based on the customs of a fealty-relationship. Galahdian Chiefs will have similar oaths, but theirs will specifically mention the condition of adhering to the agreements made between Lucis and Galahd, and theirs will differ if a single Chief of each Clan or all the Chiefs swear oaths. Crownsguard and Kingsglaive will have the most specific oaths they swear, but those will not have the fealty-relationship and will instead be ones of service and will expire upon the termination of that service. Retinue oaths are largely symbolic, but they are specific to their position and are a combination of a fealty and service oath.

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #worldbuilding #galahd #lucis #oaths of fealty #oaths of service #kingsglaive #there is an argument to be made #that Regis broke fealty with Galahd when he surrendered them to Niflheim #which means all the Clans could rightfully revoke their loyalty to Lucis #however the Kingsglaive could NOT #not unless they left the kingsglaive first

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This is your uno reverse, friend. 🤣

Tell me, in excruciating detail about your bg3 OC. I gotta know. For science. 👉👉 I know you've written pieces, but this is your chance to just info dump.

Oh boy. I guess you asked for it.

You did yours really well so I'm gonna try and match how you did that. She's based on a DnD character I always wanted play so there's probably no way she'd be a reality in BG3 without heavy nodding but that won't stop the fanfiction I'm gonna write upon full release. I'll make it work damn it.

🔥 Who/What the Hell is She? 🌻

So my OC is a scourge aasimar paladin named Tavarti. It's a mash up of Tav and Havarti ( 🧀 ) Why? No idea. I spelled it like that by accident one day. Loved the way it sounded when I said it then remembered what Havarti was. By then it was too late.

She's a Oath of Devotion Paladin serving Ilmater the God of Endurance, Suffering, Martyrdom, etc.

🔥 What Does She Look Like? 🌻

Being an aasimar, Tavarti has "traditionally angelic features". She grew up in a temple full of classical statues of angels and I like the idea of her growing up in a shrine dedicated to that part of herself she knows so little about (literally has never met another of her kind) and having people make those constant comparisons. She absolutely still cringes when people call her "Angel".

Tavarti has the classical angel face. Fiery red/copper hair and sun-kissed skin with freckles. Her eyes are a bright golden color with bright pupils like pinholes of light. (Think Tamaki from Fire Force). Being a Scourge, the sun, fire, and light are a big part of her motif. She wears obviously second-hand armor with a ratty red cloak patched with sunflower designs (a symbol of transient Ilmatari healers) with red cords tied in intricate knots around her wrists and up her forearms (another symbol of Ilmater).

Despite her angelic features, Tavarti does very little towards her appearance. Her clothes are second-hand and patchy. She has longer hair but it's very obviously outgrown from lack of upkeep and is rarely brushed out or neat and is often obscuring her face. Think about as opposite from Astarion as possible in terms of vanity. Neither of them have probably seen a mirror in awhile.

🔥 Backstory 🌻

Tavarti was (allegedly) born to a temple priestess who had sworn a vow of purity. According to the Sister she fell asleep in a sunbeam and became pregnant. Tavarti prefers to think her mother simply had a moment of human weakness, broke her vow, then got incredibly lucky with an aasimar child. Mostly because the thought of her being the product of nonconsensual impregnation by a higher power makes her very uncomfortable. You can imagine what she thinks of Gale and Mystra.

Tavarti was raised by the temple as a whole, with her mother choosing instead to treat herself more as a holy vessel than her maternal figure. There were no other children in the temple. It was mostly populated by older women under vows of poverty, purity, and sometimes even silence. It was an incredibly lonely childhood. The entire temple treated Tavarti as a holy relic and/ or omen. Its believed that aasimar are always born for a reason. Created by design. Tavarti was born to fulfill a divine purpose, something that has been drilled into her since birth. Yay crushing expectations.

🔥 Personality, Love Language, etc. 🌻

Tavarti has shit social skills. The temple from her childhood was filled with older clergy who rarely spoke or treated her like a person. She's usually very reserved. She definitely tries to go for stern paladin but after getting to know her it quickly becomes apparent she's just incredibly awkward. She flusters relatively easily and gets very red. When she's not being awkward and repressed, she's...intense. Under the hard shell of armor, Tavarti is fiery, passionate, and angry. She's deeply empathetic and becomes enraged when she witnesses suffering or oppression. She absolutely will fight a cop/guard/God if she thinks they are taking advantage of others. The laws of mortal men mean shit to her. They say you have to be a little crazy to be a paladin and Tavarti definitely comes off as a little unhinged when it comes to upholding her oath.

Being a paladin of Devotion, Tavarti has made an oath to live up to a certain ideal no matter what. Her behavior is restrictive and constantly self policed (hence the awkward). She's...

Not allowed to lie. (Though she can get away with being vague and hoping people make poor assumptions as long as it does them no harm.)

Must help people in need. No denying them if they ask. No abandoning them if things get hard. (Big motivation to stick with the tadpole party and later feed Astarion/Gale)

Not allowed to start fights. She can finish them though.

Must not act or not act due to fear. You can be cautious but never cowardly. Uses this to justify the absolute stupid shit she does in the name of good.

Long and short: She comes off as very boring at first but after awhile it becomes pretty obvious she's crazy as shit. Have fun, tadpole party.

Outside of her armor, Tavarti is surprisingly soft. She likes flowers (flowers are a big deal in the Church of Ilmater) and can name most any of them by sight and what they mean symbolically. She likes to cook and sew. She's trained in the medical arts and tends to fuss over party members. Where Shadowheart heals you to keep you alive, Tavarti wants to make you feel better.

That being said, her love language is definitely acts of service. She is a Paladin of Devotion after all. When she begins to get attached to the party she starts secretly mending their clothes as they sleep or bathe. She offers to do their washing when she does hers. She fusses over them when they're hurt or sick. If she's crushing, she won't approach you. She'll shyly watch you from afar, offer you her handkerchief when you need it, secretly steal your clothes to mend and/or smell them yeah she's kind of a creeper sorry

🔥 The Party 🌻

Lae'zel: Tavarti and Lae'zel clash. Tavarti took an Oath to behave in ways that Lae'zel doesn't understand/support but she respects Tavarti's dedication to her vow and her fighting ability. Tavarti respects Lae'zel's devotion to her Queen in turn. Tavarti thinks Lae'zel is capable and admirably strong-willed. When Lae'zel bucks up and challenges Tavarti or vice versa they are both very willing to get in each other's faces and stare down. I imagine things are tense until a breaking point where they beat each others asses and then gain a mutual respect. Big "are they going to fight or fuck" energy.

Shadowheart: She's definitely wary of Shadowheart at first. No acolyte would choose to be secretive of their God unless it was a dark one. Over time though they bond over healing and debate ideologies. Shadowheart likes that Tavarti is willing to understand her devotion and Shadowheart reminds Tavarti of the sisters of the temples which makes it easier for her to talk to her. Their late night conversations start out religious/professional but definitely end up being giggly gossipy girl talk. Don't you dare mock them for it either.

Astarion: Oh, Astarion... He's like her antithesis. A challenge from the Gods to test her. He's noble (Ilmatari take vows of poverty and Tavarti definitely associates wealth to corruption) , he's undead (Again, Ilmatari don't like the undead. Unholy creatures etc. Also, Paladin. ), he's theatrical, excessive, and vain (versus her repressed, reserved, understated), he's an asshole (Again, Paladin.) Yet... she's shamefully attracted to him. He's not like anyone she's ever met or known. He's as beautiful as the marble statues she grew up admiring. Well-spoken but also...beastly. She'd rather swallow her own tongue than admit that to him. His backstory and vulnerable moments appeal to the bleeding heart Ilmatari in her which leads to some friction and definitely gets him more leeway from her than he'd get otherwise (definitely that and not him being hot no sir). Their entire relationship inspires a lot of confusion and shame in her. He thinks she's an idiot at worst, easy pickings at best. He spits and rejects all her attempts at comfort/support early on but secretly enjoys how...safe her company makes others feel. (Others not him of course) If nothing else she's fun to mess with.

Gale: She likes Gale... for the most part. She knows he's withholding information from her and that dishonesty irks her. She's willing to play along but doesn't hesitate to point out when Gale is asking too much or being especially prideful (wizards 🙄). She also thinks his relationship with Mystra is weird and inappropriate (she can't help but compare it to her relationship with Ilmater and well, *shudders*) but I imagine she keeps that to herself. Gale thinks Tavarti is wholesome and good. He admires her devotion and the softer aspects of her personality. He'd probably write her a poem and she'd quietly love it.

Wyll: Wyll thinks Tavarti is the shit and Tavarti thinks Wyll...means well. The warlock thing definitely gives her divine sense the heebiejeebies but Tavarti can't help but like his easy-going charm and heroic attitude. It's really only the theatrical "Blade of Frontiers" thing Tavarti has a hard time getting behind. I imagine he tries to convince her to take up a name ("The Sunflower Knight!" "Wyll, I swear to the Crying God..." ) and lean into the hero title. Wyll would probably be the first person to see Tavarti smile or laugh. Also, Tavarti will absolutely beat Mizora's ass for him no cap

God, this was a lot. I'm embarrassed.

#shadowsevilfish #oc: sunflower knight tries their best #asks

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