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Could I request child reader where she ate the devil fruit that turns her into a spotted rusted cat( it's one of the smallest cats in the world, they grow up to 5'9 to 11 inches) i think it would be fun seeing her on whitebeards ship. Just a tiny kitty running around the deck, she was in her cat form and kinda dozed off. Maybe in a crate of supplies

Please just whitebeard holding this tiny kitten in his palm or by the scruff by the neck. She just turns back into a Human. She just feral because she's an orphan and looks after herself. She isn't scared to bite and scratch.

Claws out (Whitebeard pirates x f!Cat!reader)

A/N Guys I COOKED here, I have like one curse word here so be on the lookout for that, I also had to tease our favorite Freckled man on his origins on the Moby dick, just had to. Also double post today since I have homework I have been pushing back and have to do tomorrow so im not sure if I can upload tomorrow so wanted to feed you guys before

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which means Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“How was the mission, Thatch?” Izou asked, walking next to his brother

“Ace and I rounded up those guys in no time; he replied, making his way into the kitchen

“They never stood a chance,” said commander pipes in

“You should have- Is that a cat?” he asks, interrupting his statements as he glances at the feline freely dozing off on top of his kitchen’s oven

“Not again! Hey! Wake up! Out of here!”

Dokusha opens her eyes as the sound of screams directed her way abruptly wakes her up, narrowing her eyes and hissing at the commanders

She shifts into her human form, taking a defensive position, ready to pounce on the two strangers

“Who are you?”

“Woah! It talks?” Ace asked his brother in disbelief with a broad smile

“Looks like it’s a zoan type,” Thatch says, glancing at the girl on his counter

“I don’t think she likes us,” Izou says, matching the stare of the stowaway and narrowing his eyes

“Get closer, and I'm clawing your eyes out,” she hisses

“Well, someone is grumpy,” Ace says, chuckling as he holds his hands up

“Now, isn’t that cute?” Thatch says with a small smile

“Hey, lil lady, how about you get off the counter, and we can talk things out?”

“How about you fuck off?”

“Aww, don’t talk like that lil one. You’re hurting my feelings,” Thatch says, smirking as he tries to come closer to the girl

“Careful, Thatch, this one is rather feisty,” Izou says

“Don’t worry, he can handle it,” Ace says, also coming closer

“Get the hell away from me!”

Ace and Thatch look at each other, smirking as they try to approach the girl

“Don’t be like that kitty, I just want to get to know you,” Thatch says, trying to take another step forward

They hiss at him, pouncing on him

Thatch laughs easily, taking hold of her wrists and trapping her against him, bringing her closer to his chest, effectively hugging her trapped

“Sorry, little lady, it’s gonna take a little bit more than that to take me down.”

Izou quickly steps close to the two, snapping a sea stone bracelet on her wrist

She frowns as her claws go back to normal, effectively leaving her defenseless, struggling against the hold Thatch had on her

Thatch keeps holding her close, ignoring her struggles with a grin on his face

“Quite the wild one,” Sighs Izou, glancing at the girl and ignoring the constant hisses and struggles

“Reminds me of your early days, Ace,” Thatch laughs

“You think so?”

A smirk was visible on Ace’s face at this, and he replied with a sarcastic tone of voice

“I reminded you of a cat?”

“A dejected one, always trying to get to Pops,” Izou comments

“I was not a dejected cat! If anything, I was a fierce one.”

“If you say so, Ace,” Thatch says with a grin on his face

“Let me go you lowlifes!” she continues hissing and struggling, unable to move and trapped in his grip

“Oh, now that’s just rude; we’re not even trying to hurt you,” Thatch says, still holding her in his grasp

“Come on, we just want to talk,” Ace says

“Let’s talk without these on then,” she growls, gesturing to the bracelet now bound around her wrist

“Sorry, the bracelet stays on,” Izou says, smiling

“We should take her to Pops, see what he wants to do,” Ace comments, glancing at the cat girl, frowning when he notices the various scratches littering her skin

“We should also have Marco take a look at her.”

“Let me go, you giant troll!”

Currently, Dokucha had found herself once again under the hands of the pirates, held by the scruff of her shirt and under the scrutiny of the captain, who simply watched her with a laugh

“Well, aren’t you a squirmy one?” Whitebeard grins as the girl continues to struggle in his hands

“She does remind me of you, boy.”

“Not this again, Pops; I was not this bad, was I ?”

“You were, went at it hundreds of times before you came around,” Laughs Vista, looking at the Flame man

“Let me down!”She yells, continuing to struggle in the hands of the large pirate, now starting to kick her legs in the direction of the large pirate

“So what do we do with this one?” Ace asks

“Take her to Marco; it seems she’s in a rough shape,” he said, placing her down

“After she has been patched up, you can show her where she’ll be sleeping; you will have to take turns watching this one.”

“Will do Pops”

She takes advantage of the small handoff and makes a dash for one of the Junior Boats

“Woah there, slow down, Madam, you’re not going nowhere but the medic bay,” says Vista, quickly taking hold of the woman, making his way to the clinic with her

“Let me go, you damn brute!”

“Brute? I’ll have you know I'm far from a brute, Madam,” he retorts

“Don’t let her get to you, Vista; you know how the new ones are,” Izou pipes in, walking next to the swordsman

“I swear I will claw your heart out once I get off these!” Dokucha growls, pulling at the restraints that now held her to the examination table

“I apologize for the restraints, but I really need to take a look at you; you have wounds that need attention, and you are at risk of an infection if they are not taken care of-yoi, please understand” sighs Marco

“How did you get all of these wounds-yoi?” Marco asked curiously once she had stopped struggling

“I don’t need to answer that,” She hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at him, trying her hardest to keep her arms from pulling at the restraints

“You certainly don’t, and no one here will force you to; we just want to help you, is all; it’s the least you could do, seeing as you are a stowaway in our ship-yoi.”

She remains quiet for a few moments after that comment

“You don’t want to talk about it, right?” Marco asks, tilting his head to the side as he takes down notes about her condition

And the many scars she had

“That’s fine; you can speak when you feel more comfortable-yoi.”

“It’s none of your business,” she mumbles

“Alright, I won’t pry then-yoi,” he replies, taking down more notes before speaking again

“Do you feel anything weird lately? Like an uneasy sensation, headaches, fatigue, or anything similar-yoi?” he questions, glancing up when he receives no response

“Let’s do something. You seem to have calmed down, so answer me the question, and I‘ll get those restraints off-yoi.”

“I have been getting fatigued lately, lots of headaches,” she mutters

“See? Not so hard now, was it-yoi?” he said, taking notes of her comments, placing the clipboard down, and snapping off her restraints

She rubs at her wrists once they have been removed

“And the sea stone?”

“We’ll keep that on until we are sure you’re not a danger to anyone on board-yoi,” Marco replies, looking up at her

“Tell me more about those headaches-yoi. Are they the throbbing type? Do they come and go?”

“No, it’s pulsating and constant.”

“And the fatigue?”

“Constant, I always feel tired and end up dozing off.”

“Have you been eating?”

“I don’t have the liberty to eat as I please,” she growls

“Been struggling lately?”

“I have since my folks were killed.”

He glances up at her

“I ‘m sorry for your loss.”

“…I appreciate that.”

He smiles, ruffling her head

“There you go, you can relax her. None of us mean any harm-you”

Be pauses as he hears a rumbling sound, his smile growing into a wide grin

“Are you purring-yoi?”

She blushes, slapping his hand away

“No!”

This has potential for a part 2 doesn’t it 👀 okay so I feel like I always start it in the supply room so I decided to switch things up and started up in the kitchen this time, spice things up a bit 💅🏽

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chaoticallywriting · 1 year

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A Merciful King ☼ Chapter One

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni! 18+, Dubious consent, non-con, breeding kink, porn with plot, virgin!reader, virgin sex, slight choking kink, vaginal fingering, creampie, unprotected p n v sex, cockwarming, Aegon loves boobies, shitty marriage? Oh and cheating.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I originally posted this series on TheGreensWhore. Unfortunately I got shadowbanned on there so I’m reposting all of amk onto here and will be posting further chapters on here instead of there.

Synopsis: The war is over, the blacks have lost, and as Rhaenrya’s daughter it is your duty to marry a green to secure your younger brothers safety. If only Aemond paid attention to you like his brother does.

Marriage has been something you spent your whole life dreaming about. A beautiful wedding with a traditional Valyrian ceremony and a reception decked out in bundles of the best flowers the realm could offer. There would be laughter ringing through the great hall as you looked upon your beloved, who would sit beside you, eyes meeting as you think of the night ahead. You had planned it to a T, even down to the bards that would at such an event, but with war comes great sacrifice and far too much suffering.

Your mother was not there for the big day, nor your father or your brothers. Instead of a joyous occasion, a somber feeling had thickly coated the day in a dreadful way that left all tense. There was no Valyrian ceremony, and the man that gave you away was practically a stranger to you as he handed you off to one of your uncles.

Upon the death of Rheanyra, Daemon, and Jacaerys Targaryen, the war finally ended with Aegon successfully staying on the throne with a smug look on his face. Your younger brothers had been locked in the nursery, for they were too young for the occasion and did not understand where their mother had gone. The poor toddlers were to grow up as orphans with the greens in their ears, plaguing their minds with lies about their parents.

And you? You were to marry Aemond Targaryen to stop the rumors of him harboring a bastard son at Harrenhal and to keep you in a cage. As Rheanrya’s oldest living child many had looked to you to continue the ghastly war that tore your family apart. But with so few dragons and a grief-stricken heart you had surrendered like the coward you were. Now you were to spend your days with a man who hated you and once teased you for your strong looks despite being in love with a strong bastard himself. Just not you.

He looked positively livid the day he found out, and all could hear Vhagar roar in anguish as he rode off on her. He did not return for quite some time before listening to the pleas of his mother and the demands of his king brother. Part of you thinks Aegon was punishing everyone for his own loveless marriage. It was no secret that Aegon was not in love with his wife, nor even particularly interested in her existence.

“You shall pay for the sins of your mother” had been a sentence passed around by many before and even after the wedding. Everyone could see the one-eyed prince's clear disdain towards you, and rumors spread quickly of an unconsummated marriage and frequent flights back to Harrenhal. Many moons dragged on as you spent your days with your brothers, trying to fill the unending void of the loveless marriage you had been forced into.

You had grown desperate as the gossip grew louder after your first anniversary, still with no child to claim as your own. You had tried many times to try to seduce Aemond whenever he visited and failed in such a humiliating manner that left a ghastly wound on your ego. Furthermore, you had once stalked these halls with pride, and now you hide away as you feel yourself slip into a deep depression that you could hardly claw yourself out of.

Maybe that’s what led to the truly idiotic plan you were currently conducting, or perhaps it had been the three glasses of dornish wine, but either way, you had become truly desperate for a change. For something to end the mockery and your torment, to finally feel a sliver of happiness again.

“My king,” you say with a shaky voice. Internally, you cringe at yourself while you stand from your curtsy, head still lowered in respect. “I was hoping to speak to you on a matter most private if you would only grant me your time.”

You had asked to speak to him in the council room but instead were told he would only see you in his chambers, which had left you with a feeling of unease. Whispers traveled throughout the land of his insatiable habits, and you only hoped your union with his brother would protect you. Or maybe even the mockery he used to cast towards you as children. As you said, you were desperate.

“My beautiful good sister, how surprising that you finally left your room. It’ll be nice to no longer hear my mother rant about your seclusion.” He says it all so cockily as he pours himself a chalice of wine and when he’s done he pours a second glass, one you can only assume will be for you.

You keep your eyes on the ground when he turns with a chalice in his hand, sipping his wine as he eyes you up and down. Your own self-conscious tendencies that came with Aemond’s constant rejection screamed at you to fold your arms around yourself, but the last of your dignity whispered not to.

“I wish to seek an annulment-” he begins to laugh, your sliver of confidence begins to crumble, “it is no secret that my marriage was never consummated. The whole keep knows it, and therefore the kingdom itself must as well. I know Alys Rivers has been gifted Harrenhal and shall soon become its Lady, I’m sure your brother wishes to be free of me when that time comes.”

You let out a deep sigh and finally meet his eyes as you take a step closer to him. “Please grant us both this kindness. I will go to Dragonstone with my brothers where we will live out the rest of our days in peace, I swear to you on my own mother's grave that I shall cause no unrest nor rebellion and all will know that I sta-”

“No” he rolls his eyes as tears well in your own, gulping down the rest of his wine he slams the chalice onto the table beside him. “My brother has spent his whole life speaking of honor and now expects us all to stand back and shame our family after such tumultuous times.” He strides towards you, causing you to stumble back with fright.

“He is my mother's favorite, always gaining praise as she shamed me for not wanting this life. Even after one of my children died, he still gained her affections over me! Even with a title such as kin slayer and even now as he blatantly abandons you and flaunts in Harrenhal! I am tired of him getting his way.”

With each word, you took a step back until you felt the cool stone wall against your back, your heart racing as he stood before you, almost nose to nose.

“I cannot be the only one wallowing in a life of misery while he gets to be happy. I will not bear this burden alone just for being born first,” he practically spits the last part out, a hand shooting up to roughly grab your jaw.

Your whimper of pain only seems to spur him on, and he inches closer, his lips almost touching yours. Something in you screams to try to run, but you don’t. There’s a weird, fiery feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’ve never felt before as his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“If it’s a consummation you wish for, then I shall be a merciful king and grant you that.” His lips crash against yours in a bruising manner. He tastes of wine, endless wine, and his hand on your jaw slides down to your neck and squeezes ever so slightly. You don’t realize you’ve stayed frozen in place until he squeezes harder, and you're brought back to reality. This man killed your mother. He smiled during her beheading, and now he’s kissing you like he’s a starving man, and you're his feast.

You struggle to push him away, hands pushing against his chest which makes him chuckle against your lips, your head begins to feel light as you struggle for air, and finally, he pulls away and loosens his hold to let you breathe. You bend with a hand delicately placed where his once was and struggle for air.

You think maybe he’s come to his senses, but soon his hands are on your waist as he pushes you, you stumble backwards as he pulls you away from the wall and struggle against him, hands shoving at his own and try to wiggle out of his grasp, but soon your knees meet something soft and your falling.

Your back meets the cushioned mattress of his four-poster bed, and you try to scramble away, but he grabs your ankles before you can get far and pulls you back to the edge, slotting himself between your legs. His hands slide up your legs, pushing your dress up in the process as he eyes your panicked form.

“No one will know,” he says as he crawls onto the bed. By now your skirts are pushed up to your hips, and he has one leg between yours and the other on your side, hands on either side of your face to support himself. “That your beautiful Targaryen babies aren’t his.”

Tears slide down your cheeks as he kisses down your neck, nipping at the hand shaped bruise forming on your neck, which sparks something deep inside you. You try to ignore the feeling as he unlaces your bindings and pulls your breasts out of your corset, tongue licking them and circling your nipples.

“You will no longer be humiliated, and you will have the children you desire to secure yourself here,” one of his hands goes lower until they reach between your thighs. You try to squirm away from him, but his other hand grips your hip in a way that will surely leave a nasty bruise. “While he will live the miserable life of a cuckold and I will finally have something all to myself.”

His hand touches a place no one has ever touched before, long fingers sliding up and rubbing in a spot you didn’t know existed. Your breath hitches as your eyes squeeze shut, that spark slowly burns brighter inside you at his ministrations. “I will have you, and no one will stop me. I will give you as many sons and daughters as I please, and I will make sure he never touches you or speaks out, for I am the king.”

You gasp out in shock when he pushes one of his fingers inside of you, a hand shooting out to grip his forearm and eyes flying open. Your brain is screaming at you to try to escape again, but the feeling of him slowly pushing his finger in and out brings a haze to your mind, and the words of protest die on your tongue. There’s a tinge of pain with the intrusion of his finger that slowly subsides into something else. Something you have a hard time admitting you like.

Instead, you roughly bite your bottom lip and look at the ceiling above, you can tell he’s trying to make you look at him, but you can’t bring yourself to do such a thing. This is far too intimate for someone who caused you so much despair. He pushes a second finger into you, and you whine at the slight increase in pain it causes you.

Aegon begins to pick up his pace to something that makes all the negative thoughts fly out of your brain and instinctively you push your pelvis against his hand which causes him to let out a mocking laugh, you feel your cheeks flush and close your eyes to try to hide. You continue to grind against his hand without even thinking about it. A hand grabs your jaw and jerks your head, the grip bruising.

“Open those pretty eyes and look at the whore you are” his words are demanding, and his voice leaves no room for objections. When you don’t open your eyes immediately, he impatiently shoves his fingers in harder, causing a moan to escape you and his grip tightens. You finally open your eyes and find him hovering above you, hair framing his face in a way that makes your body continue to betray you.

His eyes have darkened, and you stare into his as that spark in your stomach starts to become unbearable. You're openly moaning now, and you find yourself mentally berating yourself for sounding so desperate for him, but you can’t help the breathy noises that leave your mouth as you feel yourself being pushed toward a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Aegon cockily smirks before directing your gaze with his grip on your jaw to look down, and you see his fingers working themselves in and out of you, fingers coated with your slick. You find yourself beyond embarrassed at the sight, but it doesn’t deter the fast-approaching feeling. He must know you're close because he forces you to look at him once more, his hand leaving your jaw to place itself beside your head, eyes gazing into your own.

“You better come within the next minute, or I shall let the whole keep know that you have become my whore,” his lips crash onto yours again, teeth biting your bottom lip and his thumb finds that place he had rubbed earlier.

With his fingers thrusting into you at such a bruising pace and his thumb rubbing against you, a feeling you’ve never felt before crashes into you. So violently you find yourself arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut, the snap that’s happened within you can only be described as pure heaven, and you find yourself gripping his forearm so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. He pulls away from the kiss and watches you come undone underneath him, the feel of your walls against his fingers driving him mad.

All patience is out the window at such a delicious sight such as yourself, and he finds himself pulling his fingers out of you, hands flying to undo his breeches and pull himself out of his pants. You whine at the loss of him inside you, but quickly quiet at the feel of something against you. Something bigger than his fingers.

“Ae-Aegon?” Your voice is rough and full of panic. He looks up from between your thighs and smirks at the look of confusion on your face. Such an innocent, beautiful thing for him to corrupt. He leans over you once more, a hand cupping your cheek as he looks down at you. For a second, there’s something almost loving in his eyes. But it vanishes just as quickly.

“That was not the consummation, but simply an act of kindness” he says and with that, he slowly pushes himself inside of you. Your head falls back against the mattress once more, eyes squeezing shut and whining at the pain. This is far different from his fingers, this feels like being split in two, and you almost hate it. Almost.

His head falls in the juncture between your neck and shoulder and groans. The sound vibrates against his chest and one hand tightly grips the sheet beside you as he tries as hard as possible not to push in too fast. He thinks of lessons in his youth, being taught about how patience is a virtue, and tries his hardest to follow that teaching. Once he’s fully in you, he stills. You grip his shoulders as the seconds tick by, and slowly the invasive feeling lessens into something dull.

The ache remains, but so does the need that you feel building inside of you again. You can tell he’s trying to be gentle in this moment, something that truly shocks you, and so you do something that will shock him in return. Slowly you grind your hips against his and moan at the feeling it brings, he looks up from your neck and smirks at the desperate look on your face.

“Such a needy little whore,” he whispers against your neck, lips trailing to your breasts as he begins to pull out.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, lips opening to say something, but the protest dies in your throat when he slams back into you. A choked gasp leaves your throat as you throw your head back, he begins to thrust at a brutal pace, the gentleness is gone and at first, all you feel is an intrusive pain. His patience has worn thin and all he wants is to feel all of you.

“So fucking desperate for my cock” he moans out, eyes looking between the both of you and moaning louder at the sight. “Look at you sucking my cock in, your body is begging for me.”

You flush at his words, your gaze shifting down, and you gasp at the sight of you two connected. Slowly, the pain fades. Not completely, but simply stays in the background, a faint feeling with each thrust that is overpowered by that same feeling you felt when his fingers were inside you. You can only describe this other feeling as otherworldly and filling, it’s crashing back into you so unexpectedly, and you find yourself begging for more.

“P-Please” you moan, head thrown back and hands gripping the sheets. Aegon must not have expected you to like this part as his head snaps up to look at your face full of desperation, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he takes in your flushed cheeks and blown-out eyes.

“What?” he grunts out, nipping at your breasts. “What does my brother's wife want?” His mouth engulfs your nipple, sucking it between his lips, tongue lapping at it, and the feeling simply adds to that familiar feeling that licks at your insides. A burning fire with increasing volume and speed sits inside your stomach, his tongue, lips, hands, him, they all stoke the flames.

“Please, please make it happen again…. I want it…. I-I” you moan, letting go of the sheets and finding purchase on Aegon’s back, pulling him closer as your nails dig into his skin. The feeling is euphoric and addicting, you find yourself babbling like a common whore. The begging you begin to stoop to is embarrassing, but you're desperate for that same feeling again.

He seems to like your abuse as he moans around your nipple before letting it go, mouth moving to the other to give it that same attention. He’s a good man, he can’t simply leave it untouched. That would be cruel.

“Say that you are mine” he says, tongue flicking at your nipple, eyes dark and voice demanding. It terrifies you in the best way, a shiver creeping up your spine as the feeling nears again. His thrusts have started to turn sloppy and something tells you this moment is soon to be over. His brows are furrowed, forehead crinkled, and sweat beading across his face as he tries to keep his composure. “Say it!”

You come around him at his demands, repeatedly moaning out “yours! Yours!” With the tightening of your walls around him, Aegon finds him burying his face between your breasts and moaning while coming inside you.

The feeling is hot and almost possessive as if he’s fully claimed you as his for all the realm to see in this heated act. You find yourself worn out and hot as you lay in his bed, his cock still inside you and sweat covering both of your bodies. He nestles your breasts and wraps his arms around you, making no move to push you away or leave you.

Your whole body feels exhausted, and you find yourself wishing for sleep, but you know you must leave. It was late at night when you entered his chambers, and there’s no telling how much time has passed since then. There is little left of your reputation after the war, your surrender and your failed marriage, to be found in the king's bed, will all but seal your fate as a failure to your mother and a whore to the realm.

You try to wiggle free from his grasp, pushing against him and trying to peel his arms away from you. Aegon groans at your struggle, tightening his grip and thrusting into you again in warning. You groan, overly sensitive after what had just occurred, and continue trying.

“I…” your voice sounded hoarse, it was barely above a whisper. “I have to go.” He shakes his head at your words, pulling you closer if that were even possible. “Aegon I cannot stay, they’ll find me here and have my head.”

His face snaps up at your words, scowling. “No one will lay a hand on you, for I am the king.”

“But he has Vhagar, he may not love me nor even like me but we both know he does not do well with humiliation… T-This was a mistake” at your words, Aegon brings his face to yours, nose to nose and lips barely apart. You shiver at the dark look in his eyes. “He will know it's not his, Aegon.”

“When I complained about marrying my sister, Aemond told me he would perform his duty if it were him. He’s spent his whole life reminding all of us how dutiful of a son he truly was, and yet he’s ignored his duties as a husband when it truly counts.” That anger within his eyes, scares you in some ways, but in others, it begins to stoke that fire within you once more.

“I did not wish to be king, and yet he forced me onto the throne. I will kill Vhagar if I must, but you are not leaving this bed until I am certain that my seed has found purchase within your womb.”

With the finality of his words sinking in, Aegon rests his head on your chest once more, nestling closer to you and sighing. All you can do as you hear his soft snores is think of how your life has truly changed in just a matter of hours. And how you do not know if it is for better or worse.

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technicallymaximumkitty · 2 months

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Sir Pentious headcanons because I am cringe but I am free

fair warning this is gonna be long because the autism is peak RN and i am increasingly sleep deprived, ENJOY!!!

He is half indian half british

Was white passing and his face was covered in moles and birthmarks

He was an orphan boy who worked in a textile mill as a kid

He got out of the textile life when a mechanic was looking for a new apprentice. Sir Pentious wasn't the first choice but runner up, and willing to do anything, he shoved the kid that was gonna be chosen into a machine that ripped their hands off. The kid being unable to work anymore, Sir Pentious was chosen.

As a teenager he was drafted into the army, he was never unable to climb ranks

He died from lead poisoning (that’s why he is a poisonous snake, get it? Poisonous? Lead poisoning? I’ll see myself out)

Sir pentious wasn't a sir in life, he only got that title in hell

All his shirts are button ups because he cant fit anything over his frill

The egg bois are basically furbys

All the egg bois do have names, given to them when they were first invented, but they never get called by their names. They barely remember because they have the memory of a worm

Sir Pentious makes food hate crimes, not on purpose but still

The first time Alastor made jambalaya Sir Pentious started crying because the air was too spicy for him

Yes he has the worst pallet in the world (i mean ofc he’s british/j)

This dude will be happy just eating bread from the bag for dinner

He was never married in life

I know the son was a throw away line, but like what if? He had one? Out of wedlock?

MF is so old fashioned about romance

He has autism because i said so

User vobomon has the theory that Sir Pentious has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, i agree

When he sheds (it’s biannually) he hides for like a few weeks until everything grows back (the scales on the ends of his frill are the first to fall out and take the longest to grow in)

He’s not inept at slang but he knowledge dose stop at 2007

Angel tried to pull an updog with Pentious but it failed and Angel was about ready to strangle the man on site

(played out like:

Angel: he pen, smells like up dog in here no?

Pentious: smells like what?

Angel: up dog.

Pentious: what is this, up dog you speak of?

Angel: you know, up dog.

Pentious: no, i do not know what this up dog is, what is it?

*it carried out for like five minutes of this back and forth*)

He watches people sleep because he saw to many of his friends die in his former life (living on the streets and all) so he keeps a close eye on his new friends out of habit

He and Niffty are banned from the coffee pot

His egg bois were trained on lucky charms

Charlie is is best friend in the whole wide world (they even have friendship bracelets to seal the deal)

Nifty used to leave the mice she caught in front of Pentious’s door for hime, they were asked to stop and now treat it like a drug deal

Was really good at holding down his alcohol, gotten soft over the years

Both his fangs are sweet fangs

Once ate an entire container of sprinkles in front of the others

Man can and will choke on water

He’s got the immune system of a victorian child (ie gets sick like once every other week)

He paints his claws

Skills he learned living in hell: sewing, baking, computer science, rocket science, speaking indian and french, anthropology degree, book binding, toxicology

Parrots slang he hears even if he doesn't know what it is

(ie: Vaggie: I am about to kill Angel if he doesnt shut up.

Pentious: oh! Is this your villain era?)

Stims by flapping his hands and frill

He need chewelry or he will gnaw on his hands

His hat is not alive, it acts like necomimi

Is immune to exhaust fumes at this point

Discovered hyperpop and scares Angel Dust when he tries to get the radio to play songs he actually knows and likes

In his early years of having the egg bois he would eat eggs in front of them to scare them when he was upset at them, they never caught on because, well they are the egg bois

Is a cat person

Runs a youtube channel where he swings between building tutorials and gossip commentary he’s got five followers and four of them are the egg bois and each video will rake up about 20 views

He and emily are best friends (also with friendship bracelets) and they are like sugared up three year olds together

They warrior cats roleplay together because let me have this

He goes around saying he kins victor frankenstein

Ate a plastic bag once

#hazbin hotel #sir pentious #sir pentious my beloved #the autism is autisming #the autism is winning #headcanon #brain go brrrr #i am sooooo normal about this snake man #hellaverse #help #blorbo #yea

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maswartz · 2 months

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Power Rangers Armored Swarm

(Logo by WryytArt)

On the planet Colmundo live the Potenseto, a bug like race of energy beings. Due to the power they generate they are targeted by an invasion of warriors known as the Insetario who seek to use their power to boost their own. All of the Potenseto are captured and brought onboard the invaders ship. During transit past Earth a group of Potenseto are able to escape and crash land in a junkyard in Brazil. A group of people find them and in desperation the aliens bond with them giving them the ability to understand their buzzing language. The process allows the five to become Power Rangers charged with the power of the Potenseto. The Rangers vow to protect the Potenseto and rescue those who remain in captivity. “Our bond is our armor! Power Rangers Armored Swarm!”

Horns of the Beetle! Red Swarm Ranger!- Afonso Castelo A kind man who uses his strength to protect others. Orphaned as a result of an accident when he was a child he was raised by his grandparents. He got a job guarding Junk Castle, his grandmother’s junkyard and was the first to offer assistance to the Potenseto. He is bonded with the red beetle Vermouro and wields the Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield in Sword Mode. Face Claim: Antônio Carlos Santana Bernardes Gomes

Speed of the Dragonfly! Blue Swarm Ranger!- Manuel Vargas An amateur filmmaker he was at Junk Castle looking for props for one of his movies. When morphed he acts like a movie star, full of confidence and charm but in reality he’s his own biggest critic and is full of self doubt. However the others convince him he’s better at film making than he admits. He is bonded with the blue dragonfly Azulula and wields the Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield in Blaster Mode. Face Claim: Jean Paulo Campos

Blades of the Mantis! Yellow Swarm Ranger!- Estela Silva Looking to make a quick buck she was at Junk Castle looking for stuff to sell or pawn off. Despite this she waves off any idea of turning the Potenseto in or betraying their trust. She is bonded with the yellow mantis Amaruva and wields the Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield in Sickle Mode. Face Claim: Maisa Da Silva Andrade

Wings of the Butterfly! Purple Swarm Ranger!- Viviane Francisco An artist who was at Junk Castle looking for material to use in her sculpting. She sees art in everything around her and has a dramatic flair to everything she does. She has a secret collection of stuffed animals from around the world. She is bonded with the purple butterfly Roxoleta and wields the Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield in Bow Mode. Face Claim: Jennifer Dias

Sting of the Wasp! Black Swarm Ranger!- Pablo Ferreira A mechanic who was at Junk Castle looking for parts for a personal project of his. He has a gruff exterior but is dedicated to being a ranger even if it takes up time he’d rather be using on his work. He is bonded to the black wasp Pretpa and wields the Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield in Claw Mode. Face Claim: Lino Facioli

Web of the Spider! White Swarm Ranger!- Pedro Guerra

An idealistic young man who joined the police to live out his childhood dreams of being a hero. To his horror however he discovered corruption and abuse of power. After one too many of his reports about fellow officers abusing their power were ignored he quit on the spot. Lost in thought on his way home he discovered the white spider Branha and bonded with it. With their power he decides to live out his childhood superhero fantasies and truly protect and serve the innocent. Wields the Spider Saber and Spider Shooter with three modes, Webbing, Venom and Blast. Face Claim: Filipe Kartalian Ayrosa Galvão

Armor of the Scarab! Silver Swarm Ranger!- Eduardo Freitas Orphaned in the same accident that claimed Afonso’s parents he was not as lucky to have family to take him in. Ending up on the streets he grew bitter watching people talk about doing the right thing and helping others even as they walked right past him. He decided that only those with power matter in this world and vowed to gain that power. One day he discovered the Silver Scarab Pratelho and bonded with it. Despite his bitterness he won’t turn his back when innocent people are in danger but he also refuses to join the Rangers. He joins the hunt for the Potenseto and discovers a capsule containing a set of them he bonds with. At first he keeps them all trapped in his morpher but as he truly begins to bond with them he allows them freedom in a suitcase full of broken electronics. Wields the Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield in Spear Mode. At one point he catches a fever and is found by Afonso who takes him in to help him recover. As he recovers he is touched by the kindness of Afonso and his grandmother and after this begins helping the Rangers out more. Tragically one day Eduardo stumbles onto a plot by the Insetario to use a special monster to destroy the rangers and the city. When giant sized its death explosion will be super charged taking out the entire city. Eduardo races to the battle to warn the others but is too late. The Ultrazord is already about to deal the fatal blow. With no other choice Eduardo summons the Silver Scarab zord and races past the Ultrazord, sending the rest of his Potenseto to the rangers to stay safe. With his zord he grabs the monster and flies high above the city where he delivers the deadly blow detonating it. He saved the Rangers and the city at the cost of his own life. After his death the world learned that one of their greatest heroes had been ignored so cruelly by society. In his memory countless homeless shelters were built around the world and donations flowed in, all in his name. Face Claim: Xolo Maridueña Bug Bikes- After Pablo repairs a set of motorcycles the Rangers attach their Morphers to them allowing their Potenseto partners to supercharge and upgrade them into hover cycles. Each one has an unique ability. Red- Crushing pincers Blue- Faster speed Yellow- Slashing blades Purple- Wings with wind producing turbines Black- Stinger missiles Silver- Eduardo has an old dirt bike he keeps in his alley which he uses for his Bug Bike. Unlike the other five it cannot fly but it has heavier armor than them. White- Pedro has the Archno ATV which can drive up walls and shoot balls of webbing.

By tapping into the full power of their Potenseto partner the Rangers can activate the Metamorphic Armor giving them enhanced weapons and abilities.

Power of the Titan Beetle! Golden Swarm Ranger!- When the uber-charged Ourta arrives on Earth being used by one of the Insetario generals the Rangers free them and are given their power as a reward. Any Ranger can then call on the Titan Beetle Battlizer form giving them golden armor and a powerful lance. However only one Ranger can use it at a time. This power also allows them to call forth the Gold Titan Zord.

Swarm Zords- In times of need the Potenseto can grow into large zords for combat. The rest of the Potenseto who escaped with the core five join in to form the Swarm Megazord. Swarm Megazord Red Beetle Zord- Formed from Vermouro and forms the chest and arms Blue Dragonfly Zord- Formed from Azulula and forms the wings and sword Yellow Mantis Zord- Formed from Amaruva and forms the right leg Purple Butterfly Zord- Forms from Roxoleta and forms the head and sword hilt Black Wasp Zord- Forms from Pretpa and forms the left leg Ladybug Twin Zords- Formed from the Potenseto Joanilha and Joanieta. Form the arm armor Spider Twin Zords- Formed from the Potenseto Aranha and Arangra. Form the chest and torso armor Ant Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Formita. Forms part of the sword. Auxiliary Zords Potenseto who haven’t bonded with a host but still wish to help fight the Insetario. Snail Gun Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Carama and can become a gatling gun for the megazord. Pillbug Hammer Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Percelo and can become a mace for the megazord. Supercharged Potenseto- A trio stronger than the average Potenseto. They can even give the Rangers additional powers.

Kabuto Cannon Zord- Formed from the Supercharged Potenseto Besohao and can become a cannon for the megazord. When summoned on the ground it forms a powerful cannon for the rangers. Scorpion Claw Zord- Formed from the Supercharged Potenseto Escorparra and can become a powerful claw for the megazord. When summoned on the ground it grants a ranger powerful claws. Grasshopper Armor Zord- Formed from the Supercharged Potenseto Gafandura and can become powerful armor for the megazord. When summoned on the ground it becomes armor for a ranger giving them enhanced speed and agility. Supercharged Swarm Megazord- All three Supercharged Potenseto join the Swarm Megazord. White Spider Zord- Formed from Branha who can take on a megazord form as the Spider Swarm Megazord Auxiliary Zords Cicada Blade Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Cigina and can become a blade for the megazord Centipede Saw Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Centorra and can become a saw for the megazord Supreme Swarm Megazord- Formed from the combination of the Swarm Megazord and the White Spider Zord. The White Spider Zord acts as back mounted cannons. Gold Titan Zord- Formed from Ourta who can take on a megazord form as the Titan Swarm Megazord Swarm Ultrazord- A combination of the Swarm Megazord, Spider Swarm Megazord, Titan Swarm Megazord and all the Auxiliary Zords. Silver Swarm Megazord Silver Scarab Zord- Formed from Pratelho and forms the chest and arms Crimson Moth Zord- Formed from Carmeposa and forms the blades of the axes Green Phasmid Zord- Formed from Verdpau and forms the handles of the axes Orange Flea Zord- Forms from Laranga and forms the right leg Pink Termite Zord- Forms from Rospim and forms the left leg Firefly Twin Zords- Formed from the Potenseto Vagalbar and Vagalarda. Forms the arm armor Millipede Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Marinpeia. Form the chest and torso armor Twin Fly Zords- Formed from the Potenseto Cinzito and Cinzcas. Forms part of the axe handles. Auxiliary Zords Earthworm Whip Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Magehoca and can become a whip for the megazord. Cockroach Shield Zord- Formed from the Potenseto Marrata and can become a shield for the megazord.

The Insetario: A nomadic band of warriors ruled by a warlord and his court. Their homeworld experienced a disaster which left it drained of energy and resources. As a result the Insetario traveled the stars seeking power to restore their world. After finding rejection wherever they went they began to resort to more cruel methods to gain energy. On Earth some of them even defect to inform the Rangers of this begging them to put an end to this bloody quest.

Imorsita- The cruel and crazed ruler of the Insetario. He hordes the power they have gained over the years to increase his own giving him many varied abilities. One such ability allows him to plant a parasite in others allowing him to cheat death as long as one such parasite exists.

Ardilvejo- The top advisor to Imorsita, his plans and schemes have aided the Insetario since their exodus began. A favorite plan of his is to manipulate the enemies of the Insetario into destroying themselves.

Besonja- A highly skilled warrior of stealth. He has the ability to temporarily swap his body with another as long as his mark remains on their body. Sangupular- A devious manipulator whose voice allows her to control others. She prefers to have others do the fighting for her and as a result is rather weak physically.

Maribruto- A slow witted brute whose solution to any problem is to hit it until it stops being a problem. Maribruto’s parasite was the first to be used to revive Imorsita after the Rangers defeated him.

Platelador- A grim warrior who can revive and control the dead. When his undead warriors fall once more he gains the power back meaning that as long as his undead servants are active he is weaker.

Minheiro- An honorable warrior who faces the Rangers many times with his worm like tendrils. In time he comes to respect their skill and witnesses them defending defectors from other Insetario warriors. As a result he defects but is attacked by Ardilvejo for his betrayal. The Rangers rescue him and he goes into hiding to heal.

The final battle against Imorsita begins with him absorbing the power of his entire court adding it to his already immense horded power. This allows him to grow so gigantic he dwarfs the very Earth. Refusing to give up the Rangers engage with the Swarm Ultrazord but are clearly outclassed.

Touched by their courage the Potenseto, all of them, combine their power to ubercharge the Ultrazord allowing it to grow to face Imorsita head on. After a hard fought battle the tyrant falls. With Imorsita and his court gone Minheiro steps up to lead the Insetario. He orders the release of the Potenseto and works with them to set up a new home for both species on Venus. Power Rangers Cyber Swarm: An escaped Potenseto finds a Malware Mask and bonds with it becoming a hybrid of the two with the ability to travel through the Cyber Plane.The Cyber Rangers join forces with the Swarm Rangers in order to end its threat. Morphers: Swarm Morphers- The Ranger’s phones which house the Potenseto. They can be used to track escaped Potenseto unless they are possessing an object. When morphed the cases of the phones fold out parts causing them to resemble the Potenseto. When unmorphed they can be used to communicate with their Potenseto partner(s). Morphing Call: Power of the Swarm! Armor Form! Morphing: The Ranger holds up their morpher and their Potenseto partner is released, circling the Ranger leaving a ranger colored trail forming the suit and armor. Then they form their Swarm Saber and Swarm Shield. Finally they fly from behind forming the helmet finishing the morph. Location: Salvador, Brazil Faces by Joekeybladeaura Metamorphic Armor and Golden Swarm Rangers by JK5201 Power Rangers Cyber Warriors Powerverse Power Rangers Bolt Boosters

#power rangers #super sentai #ohsama sentai king-ohger #power rangers armored swarm

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the dark king and his treasure.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; soft depictions of physical intimacy - minors don't interact.

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once upon a time, a lonely king traveled the world, searching for treasure. as of late, king barnabas tharmr of waloed felt as though there were something missing in his life; something that he needed to feel whole again. it was during his travels that he is led to a quaint village. whilst riding on his loyal steed, he takes note of all the whispers that surround him, almost feeling a sense of pride coursing through him.

"i cannot believe my eyes, is this king barnabas?"

"whatever is such a fearful man doing here in our village?"

"oh dear eikons, the man is utterly gorgeous."

a smug expression paints his features, for he was all too aware of the effect he had on women. upon seeing him at first sight, they salivate like a dog in heat, clawing at his clothes while hoping to get a mere taste of him.

and while he continues riding through the village, he became aware of young woman with a worn bucket in her hands. her clothes were ragged, with her hair a tangled mess. her gaze was unreadable and, dare he even think it, filled with disinterest at the mere sight of him.

which was what made him feel so intrigued with her to begin with.

he gets of his noble mount, telling one of the awed villagers to bring his steed some water and some oats before making his way toward the disinterested maiden. he had never seen such a contradicting sight before, for the maiden was in rags and had such an awful nest of hair-

but her face held such a soft and natural beauty. she was so different from the usual women he has bedded in his life, all of whom had ulterior motives and hoped to gain something from him due to his high status of a king.

yet this maiden- she seemed like the loyal type. one who would fall in love merely once in her lifetime as she remains by her beloved's side for all of eternity.

and barnabas found himself wanting to be the only man in her life.

so he follows her, as if bewitched by her when she leads him to an old and torn down hut, with its wood chipped in several places along with a door that barely hung on its hinges.

"a woman like you should not be living in such abhorrent conditions."

she gasps, finally facing him while keeping the wooden bucket clutched closely to her chest. she was about to question who he was, but immediately felt her words die from within her throat upon seeing waloed's insignia stitched on to the fabric of his deep royal blue cape.

"king tharmr...!" the maiden lets out a gasp of his name, dropping the bucket as she bows down to him. finally recognizing the seal, she felt nervous and unsure why such a dark king had followed her to begin with.

he felt his heart quicken just then. was this fair maiden making it this easy for him? based on her living conditions, it was safe for him to assume that she had no one.

"what is thy maiden's name?"

the young woman could feel her face burn in response to the deep and sensual quality of his voice, answering back with her name in a soft whisper.

"and where are your family?"

"ah...i have none. i was orphaned as a child, with only the orphanage's nun having raised me. i left the orphanage the moment i was of age."

"and how old are you now?"

"i cannot say for sure, but i feel like i may be 26 or 27 in age. i am far too old to be wed and have been alone ever since."

barnabas had to fight to keep his breathing steady. remaining silent, he takes a hold of her hand, keeping his hold on her, "then you have no one who will miss you."

such blunt words escaping from the dark king's lips was enough to send a fresh wave of heartache over her, forcing her to relive those painful childhood years when she was abandoned by her own parents. barnabas, against his usual aloof nature, takes note of the crestfallen expression on her face and reaches out to her, capturing her tears with his hands as he wipes the crystalline droplets away.

"if you have no one, then you have no choice but to come with me."

the poor maiden was given little choice, for the moment he leads her back to his noble steed and places her dirtied form on top, she knew that her fate had been sealed-

but for better, or for worse, she couldn't say for sure.

as the story goes, the maiden is taken to live with king barnabas in the midst of his travels. although he doesn't realize what he was feeling is true affection for the beloved woman, he convinces her to come with him to his kingdom. the moment he brings her back to his castle was when he truly cleanses her. despite how he knew his servants could have done the deed for him, the thought of some other man or woman witnessing her nakedness made him angry-

and he had never felt such a strong emotion before.

so he spends his time cleaning her, allowing her to bathe within the luscious bath while cleansing her hair and face free of any dirt. when she was finally cleaned, and he could see the smoothness of her skin for the first time-

barnabas felt something shift from within him.

the maiden was doing something strange to him, filling him with such a strange yearning-

yes, that's how he should describe such feelings. it was so foreign to him, yet filled him with a desire to have her and call her as his own. his gaze kept burning into her form, even when he dons her in a dress that showed his kingdom's colors. his fair maiden was so lovely, he couldn't help but call out her name.

but a part of him felt undeserving when it came to taking her, bedding her as he had done so numerous times with other women. something about her was different, and he was afraid of tainting her.

so he keeps her at a distance, but still treats her with all the riches he could give her. he feeds her luxurious foods filled with baked breads and roasted meats, ensuring that she will never go hungry so long as she was under his care.

as the seasons pass, they slowly fall in love with one another. the dark king finally feeling at peace while in the presence of his maiden, while she felt utterly protected by his mere presence alone. despite their feelings for each other, they couldn't seem to get over their hesitance when it came to becoming physically intimate.

his maiden is still filled with such purity, not being touched by any man in such a manner. and barnabas, who still feels so undeserving of her due to his past of experiencing such pleasure with other women before he ever met his darling maiden, all while she felt so insecure because of her belief that she isn't beautiful nor experienced enough to be loved by him

it's like they are both waltzing around the thought of being intimate, with barnabas trying to hold back his desires for the woman he is steadily falling for, while his maiden is filled with uncertainty because she feels as though she is beneath all of the other women he has been with.

but oh, if only his maiden could truly know the depths of his heart. how much he basks in the way she gazes at him with such an unconditional love within her eyes. whereas barnabas keeps his emotions hidden behind a mask, his beloved was truly the exact opposite of him, always wearing her heart on her sleeve. barnabas was always able to read the pure emotion in her eyes and swore that he lived for such loving glances.

infuriatingly enough, the lovers were aware for their feelings, yet were both too afraid to do anything about it-

but it all comes to a boiling point one late summer's evening.

the air was thick with its humidity, making the maiden's nightgown clung almost uncomfortably against her, acting like a second skin. she kept tossing and turning in her sleep, making the sheets tangle almost uncomfortably from beneath her legs.

knowing that she could not sleep while surrounded by such heat, she carefully inches out of bed in hopes of not disturbing her beloved king.

she looks back at her love to see that he was still sleeping, his broad chest bare as his ruggedly handsome features appeared tranquil whilst in a deep slumber. her hands ached with a need to reach out and touch him, to trace at his dark hair and get lost in his dark eyes.

but she convinces herself to leave her love be and take a dip in the tiny lake just outside her beloved's castle. she just couldn't bare the heat any longer as she tiptoes her way out of her shared chamber with barnabas.

not a single soul was awake at the moment, and she almost dances with glee at the sight. finally, she could have some form of peace and not have to worry about causing any of barnabas' maids or servants any trouble.

they were always so nervous around her, unsure of what to do to ensure her happiness due to how she held such a special place within their kings heart. this often made them act stiff and strained around the young maiden, something that she never wanted them to feel to begin with.

but now that they were all still sleeping, she leaves the castle walls, ready to escape to the sanctuary of the lake had it not been for a deep voice calling out for her to stop.

"halt, you do not have-"

it was one of the guards, meant to serve and protect king barnabas himself. she sees the way his armor hugs the entirety of his form, feeling guilty for how heated he must feel.

the guard was ready to reach out and stop her, yet when he catches a glimpse of her, he immediately bows down to her. "lady tharmr, i apologize for my rudeness, but you cannot be out so late. king barnabas will have my head on a silver platter if anything were to happen to you!"

she tries to reason with him, seeing how his own brow had become wet with sweat due to him making rounds against the unbearable heat. "please, i beg of you, let me take a dip within the lake. perhaps i shall fetch some water for you as well?"

"n-no, that is not necessary, lady tharmr! however, i cannot- lady tharmr!"

she ignores the guard's cry of her name, choosing to walk around him with her destination clear in her mind.

"i just wish to go for a simple swim, and you dare try to keep me away from the lake? i know i will be safe, since the lake is a part of barnabas' own castle."

"yes, i-indeed, but i worry if anything were to happen to you, my lady. so perhaps, i should stand guard just in case?"

she looks over at him while biting down on her bottom lip, "if barnabas knows that you have seen me naked, that might make him even more upset."

upon realizing the truth within her words, the guard stops his movements, seemingly frozen on the spot upon realizing how terrifying it would be to be at the end of barnabas' blade due to his jealous rage. "y-you are right, my lady."

"i promise you, i'll be fine. our beloved king is still resting, so just let me have some peace- a chance to take a brief reprieve from this heat."

"y-yes, of course my lady." giving her one last bow, she could feel her heart jump with anticipation at the thought of immersing herself within the cool waters. now that she was finally free, she runs toward the direction of the lake, not stopping until she saw her sanctuary with the full moon reflected against its calm waters.

with a sigh, she takes off her gossamer nightgown, tossing it to the side before dipping her toes within the waters. giggling slightly, the fair maiden dives into the depths, allowing the cool and refreshing water to wash away the sweat that had cling to her form.

she was certainly in heaven, with the way the cool water staves off the uncomfortable heat she once felt due to the stifling summer air. in fact, she was feeling so refreshed that she quite literally lost track of time.

and it wouldn't be long until she would find herself no longer alone while in her sanctuary.

the sounds of a horse's beating hooves was what makes her stiffen, standing up to her full height while against the shallow bank of the lake. her heart pounds with fear, but when a dark stallion appears, seeming to blend into the night, did the maiden finally relax her stance.

for standing just a few feet away was barnabas himself.

and oh, what a lovely sight he was to behold. just seeing him dressed up in his armor filled her with daydreams of him rescuing her, protecting her from anyone and anything without hesitation. barnabas seems to be lost in his own world as well, finally seeing the way the moon hit his maiden's soft skin. as if in a trance, he gets off his horse and beckons it to wait for him off to the side.

at first, the maiden was afraid that he might scold her before forcing her back into the castle. however, barnabas does none of those things when he takes off his set of armor, tossing them aside until he was just as bare.

her mouth turns dry at the sight of him and his godly physique, heart pounding in anticipation when he steps even closer to her form. "i have tried everything i could to avoid taking you like a damn stallion as it mounts its mare. but you are making it quite difficult- you are unreal, my love. absolutely ethereal with your beauty."

he brings her into his arms, giving her a searing kiss as she felt his manhood come to life. with him holding her so intimately close, she can feel the way his powerful shaft kept poking at the treasure between her thighs, making her moan in response.

not sure what had come over her, she ends up balancing herself against barnabas' shoulder, rubbing her precious flower against his shaft, coating it with the evidence of her arousal. the guttural moans and grunts barnabas elicits were like music to her ears as she continues her ministrations against him.

"you feel so good, my love, so powerful, i just know that only you can fill me so well- ah!"

unable to handle such wanton behaviors, barnabas picks up his beloved maiden and carries her out of the lake. she was driving him insane, for barnabas was certain he had never felt so hard before in his life.

"you are going to be the death of me, my lady." he admits to her in a grunt, taking a hold of his cape that had been discarded with his armor as he tosses it across the grass still kissed with dew.

allowing her to lay across the expensive fabric, barnabas slowly kisses his way down her form, licking away the droplets of water left over from her swimming in the lake.

and oh how desperate the maiden became for her king! the ache she had once felt before came back with such a powerful force that she felt as though she were going to die if he didn't fill her up so swiftly with his pulsating length.

once he had his fill of licking away at her soft skin did he finally settle himself between her legs. his dark eyes watches with a fascination, seeing her pretty flower clench around air in desperation.

with a sigh of her name, he inserts his middle finger inside her slick walls, groaning at how well it was trying to suck him in. "m-my king...!"

he was quickly becoming enamored with her moans when he thrusts his finger in and out of her. once he introduces another one, barnabas had every intention of trying to stretch her flower so that she may find it easier to accommodate him once he finally sunk into her core.

"you smell delicious my love." he supposes he could treat her to her very first release in hopes of easing her pain, which was what further prompted him to open up her slickness with his fingers before completely engulfing her sex with his mouth.

it was all too much for the fair maiden, now truly feeling like she had finally become his lady tharmr with barnabas' mouth engulfed entirely over her most sensitive part.

the feeling of his coarse beard against her soft skin was sinful, and she was delirious at the thought of receiving such pleasure with his tongue and fingers complete and utter domination on her sex. unable to do anything but grip at his dark hair and ride her sex against his face, the maiden finally came with a shout of his name.

"mmph, that's it, my woman. give me all of your sweetness. give it to me." she shivers, hearing his guttural whisper against her sex as her arousal kept flowing out of her in waves.

it felt as though he were sucking the very life out of her, with his tongue tracing at the edge of her womanhood, collecting every bit of her release with his mouth alone.

the sheer intensity of her release was what makes her slump back against the cape settled below her, eyes appeared hazy once barnabas lifts himself away from the spot between her thighs.

she could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment at how shiny barnabas' lips had appeared, still wet from the evidence of her release as he wipes it away with the back of his hand.

using his large hands, he brings her form even closer to him by gripping on to her thighs, spreading her legs even further for him as he teased her flower with the tip of his erection.

"are you sure you want to continue?" it was obvious barnabas was trying to hold back for her sake. he was just too big, and despite his maiden's slender and healthy form, it might be too much for her.

usually, he was all about taking all he could get from the women he beds. he didn't care about their pain at all-

but his lady was different. he genuinely loved her and couldn't bare the thought of ever harming her. so if she were to tell him to stop now, then he would.

with a gasp of his name, his maiden ends up surprising him, taking a hold of his cock before perfectly lining it up with her precious flower, managing to place the tip of his erection inside of her gummy walls.

"fucking goddamn it...!" he curses, feeling like he was a teenager all over again who just had his first taste of a woman. "don't you dare stop barnabas!"

despite her pants, his maiden seemed to have a hidden naughty streak. unable to take how he wasn't moving, she seemed determined to take him all in herself had it not been for the way his large hands kept her hips still.

"barnabas please, why aren't you moving?! i need to feel what it's like to truly be a woman, to be your woman!"

"i know, but fuck, dear eikons, it's taking every ounce of me to not come inside of you like a cursed virgin...!" barnabas confessed to her, making her head spin.

this absolute beast of a man, who could have any woman fall to their knees for him, was acting in such a manner because he felt so good whilst inside of her?

the epiphany was mesmerizing, and it was enough to make her still her hips and stop her naughty movements.

instead, she takes this chance to admire her dear king, seeing something so adorable in the way his eyes remained closed and scrunched up in concentration. with a maddeningly slow pace, he finally manages to fully sheathe himself inside of her walls, allowing her to feel every pulse and throb of his cock.

she ends up giggling at him, delving her fingers into his dark hair while telling him, "i love you so much."

the fair maiden could suddenly feel him twitch from inside of her, listening as he let out a list of curses before fully spreading her legs as he thrust like a madman in and out of her. "i won't last a full minute inside of you. i need you to come before i embarrass myself by losing myself in you...!"

the sudden pace was making her head spin, and she found that she did not feel any sharp pain from losing her virginity to such a powerful man.

why was it? was it because she trusted him wholeheartedly? or was it because the strength of her love was truly that strong?

whatever the case was, she felt so much pleasure, with her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrusts as her nails raked themselves down his back. she was addicted to the velvety feel of him, the power of his thrusts being enough to have her seeing stars.

the fair maiden couldn't count the number of times she had reached completion while barnabas was still tucked so tightly deep inside of her, pumping his manhood into her at such a rapid pace that she found it hard to even breathe.

and truly, what a beast her dark king was.

"barnabas...barnabas! i feel....i feel so full of you. i don't think i can last much longer, my darling king...!" she kept clinging to him, hanging on for dear life against his biceps as she could feel her entire form drowning in pleasure.

he lets out a roar of her name, "come then my queen. soak my cock in your sweet arousal, become mine and mine alone as we reach heaven together this time!" with one final thrust, she could feel her walls clamp down on him, as if urging him to release his seed deep inside of her. "eikons yes, milk me, milk me for all i am worth...!"

barnabas watches in fascination the way his cock pumps itself into her, shooting his seed deep inside of his maiden as their respective releases mix and escape out of her flower. the sheer amount of it was enough to make barnabas' eyes darken with lust.

despite how much he wanted to give her another round, he knew that his woman was surely exhausted now. he could feel the way she fell against him, a tired but dreamy look caught in her gaze as she cuddled herself even closer to his bare chest.

"i'm tired, my king."

he lets out a rich chuckle, "i know you are, my queen. but first, let me wash you."

keeping her in his arms, he pulls himself out of her, earning a whine from her as he makes his way toward the lake. due to his sheer height, he was still able to stand in the midst of the lake while gingerly placing his maiden within the waters.

she sighs, still clinging to his naked chest as he allows the water to wash away their respective releases. taking her in his arms, he sits back against the lake while keeping her in his lap, wanting to bask and bathe within the waters for a few more minutes before he takes her back within the castle.

"you know, i was ready to kill a man and head to war for you if you had been taken from me."

she lets out a sigh of his name all while gently hitting at his shoulder. "barnabas, don't be such a brute. i am perfectly fine...truly, you needn't even bother with donning your armor. you just need to trust me."

"i do trust you, it's the other men that i don't trust."

she replays his confession back within her mind, feeling a sense of warmth fill her at the thought of her latest epiphany.

"you would have started a war for me?"

barnabas scoffs, "i would burn through hell for you."

she smiles, lifting up her tired gaze to meet with his dark eyes. she frames at his face, gently tracing at his beard before leaning in to kiss him on his gorgeously crafted lips.

"i love you. thank you, for showing me the depths of your love- ah!!"

barnabas truly couldn't help himself when he thrust himself back inside of her, allowing her legs to rest against either sides of his waist as he continues pumping himself into her heat, allowing her to cling on to his broad shoulder for support as he made love to her within the lakes waters.

"you have turned me into an insatiable man, my love. let me show you how much i love you by bringing you pleasure all morning long?"

he keeps thrusting himself in and out of her walls, quickly becoming addicted to the way she clung to him so tightly. barnabas knew that he was a man of few words, but dammit to hell if he wasn't willing to try for the young maiden in his arms.

he knew that his love language would be simply to bring his maiden pleasure as they lost themselves in each other. and he was willing to gift her with all the pleasure in the world. it takes every ounce of his willpower to not release so quickly, willing himself to keep making passionate love to his maiden until she came once more. with a cry of his name, she kept holding on to his shoulders, telling him over and over again how much she loved him-

how much she was so grateful for being wanted by someone-

by being wanted by him.

"aye, you are my greatest love. i have never been subject to such a pure love before." he chuckles darkly, continuing his fast pace as he continues pounding himself deep inside of his love.

"i bet you would follow me to the depths of hell. i bet you would do anything for me." he finishes his sentence with a few more powerful thrusts from within her core, making her cry out once more as her walls convulse, milking him for all he was worth.

as barnabas empties his seed deep inside of his lady- his queen, he keeps his lips pressed against the side of her face damp with sweat and tears caused from the sheer amount of pleasure she felt. "but not to worry, for i would follow you through hell as well. i'll do anything for you, even if it meant i had to kill."

"b-barnabas..." his maiden lets out a dreamy sigh of his name, finally succumbing to her exhaustion while remaining slumped within his strong arms. with a grunt of her name, barnabas slides out of her, finally allowing his woman to rest as she fell asleep in his arms.

finally coming out of the depths of the lake, he keeps his lover pressed close to him all while taking a hold of his cape and draping it over her naked form. later, he will send his servants for his armor and her gossamer nightgown,

but for now, all he wanted to do was take this chance and rest with her back in his chambers, all while thanking fate for giving this dark king his greatest treasure.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#barnabas tharmr x reader #tharmr barnabas x reader #barnabas tharmr x you #tharmr barnabas x you #ffxvi x reader #.stories

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(My interpretation of Laurence is a very mild projection, I do know it’s not that solid if we’re going purely off canon.)

Garroth feels responsible and guilty for obvious reasons. Aaron died to save him, costing Aphmau her husband and Alina her father. And now Laurence is also gone, making him Aphmau’s (and by extension Alina’s) main guard. He is literally responsible for them but he also feels an obligation to take care of Alina because well, Aaron’s gone because of him. If it weren’t for Aaron getting him and Zane out of the irene dimension, Aaron would be there taking care of the both of them.

Laurence is very fond of children and because of his childhood, he’s naturally protective over them, especially over kids he thinks are his responsibility. He feels no differently about Lilth Garnet and Aphmau’s baby, but at the same time, the calling amplifies his jealousy and anger, making him resent them. So when he finally reaches his boiling over point and is faced with the options of risking hurting Aphmau, orphaning Lilith again, and killing a defenseless child who hasn’t even been born yet or leaving as fast as he can, he takes the latter. As much as he wishes he could meet Alina and be there to help and keep them safe, he doesn’t regret leaving because he knows it’s the best option. He can’t hurt them if he’s not around them. (Very much Never Love An Anchor vibes. “And you’ll never see the reasons I had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you.”)

THISTHISTHIS. you are spot on !!

i totally agree with your interpretation of laurance’s relationship with alina and lilith. one part of him wants to get to know them and protect them but another part of him resents them and knows that he might hurt them if he got too close. i think he would struggle to be around alina especially as she obviously looks alike to aphmau and aaron. whenever he sees her,, he can only see them and it reminds him that aph chose aaron over him. that he wasn’t enough. alina is a constant reminder of the enigma that was aaron and it just causes a lot of complicated feelings for him.

when it comes to garroth i also think pretty similarly. he feels a great obligation to protect alina and lilith as he feels in debt to aaron. a man he barely knew,, only knowing through what others told him,, but does whatever he can to keep the two of them safe.

i also think he would become a parental figure for alina specifically once she gets older as he would be the main male figure in her life. in a post-shad world i assume aphmau wouldn’t be in the picture anymore as that’s what i kind of inferred from the events of mystreet season 6. alina would more so consider garroth her father than aaron because he was actually there. she knows that on a biological level aaron is her true dad but garroth was the one who protected her,, cared for her,, raised her. garroth would have very messy feelings about this. on one hand he understands why she views him as her parental figure and he just wants to make her happy. but on the other hand he’s very scared to take the role of a father and doesn’t wish to disrespect aaron

#that went on a bit of ramble at the end lol but i love love talking about garroth and alina’s relationship #messy father daughter relationships are my jam #also i kind of left lilith out in this a bit i haven’t thought about her much #will do soon !!#aphblr #aphmau #aphverse #minecraft diaries #aphmau minecraft diaries #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvhal

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hi! just wondering what your in depth headcanons of Genesis' relationship with his parents because I definitely feel like it's probably dysfunctional, like what do you think his home life was like with them? this can also insert Angeal and Sephiroth in any way (idk when Seph and Gen met in canon?)

also, just wanted to say even though I'm a little bit shy, I love your headcanons and posts, you capture the trio + Cloud and Zack so well!

Thank you!! That's so thoughtful. I'm so glad you like them!

Genesis and his parents...don't really get along.

-Genesis' father is a traditional man's man who fully invests himself in local business, rubbing elbows, and ensuring that Genesis grows up to be the perfect son. He doesn't care for Genesis' rather delicate, sickly constitution as a child, as well as Genesis' interests in poetry and the arts. Sissy stuff. A growing boy needs traditional, proper hobbies! He's heard rumors about his son's romantic interests for a long time and it probably would have come to blows had Genesis not enlisted in the Wutai War. Father of the year encourages that pursuit because at least that's something that adheres to his shitty worldview. A man's duty! Strength and glory! Genesis would do well to emulate that Sephiroth kid, not realizing that Genesis partly joins because Sephiroth has been his fanboy crush for a solid year now.

-Genesis' mother is shallow, vain, and extremely arrogant, often emotionally neglecting her son and shoving him into several unwanted vapid social pursuits for her own gratification. Both parents love to fame-chase but she's infinitely worse. And out of the two of them, she's far crueler. Dad is a blustering oaf. But mom pokes and needles and pinches her way into Genesis' insecurities, expanding his gradual inferiority complex little by little. She pretends to be meek and docile and then hooks her claws in. A nasty, conniving mind behind a pretty face.

-Needless to say, Genesis despises his parents, and always preferred Angeal's family to his own. When not forced to participate in activities he hated, Genesis was often neglected, sneaking away to be with Angeal. It was the only time when he really felt wanted and appreciated.

-Both parents refused to let him play with Angeal. Which only made him, you know, play with Angeal even more. Most unorthodox! Angeal rarely swears but has, on occasion, referred to Gen's parents as "a right pair of gold-digging shitters".

-Genesis, at the very least, got to enjoy the privileges of wealthy living through them. Dad at least OCCASIONALLY tries to bond with his son, even if he views him as a weak, girly disappointment.

-Genesis really never understood why Sephiroth seemed so hung up on being an orphan. Parents aren't worth it in his opinion. Just a bunch of moochers on his success.

-Genesis does not directly kill his parents, however. His clones are occasionally prone to instability and during their meeting, one of the products of the latest batch goes rogue midway through the confrontation. Genesis doesn't step in to stop it, as it's already too late, but he does bury them himself. He doesn't speak for a while after the incident, not until Zack arrives in Banora.

#Genesis rhapsodos #Gencanons #ff7 #ffvii #asks #crisis core #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #angeal hewley

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the miednic trio really just. get to me.

like. oveta is 14 and angry at the world. she's been let down by the adults in her life and she's already killed two people on her mission to take matters into her own hands. the gods have abandoned her. she is 14 and angry and lonely and starving and there is a man camped on the side of the road and she thinks i've already killed two people and draws her sword. she wants to build an army, wants to pull the throne from under her cousin and claim it for herself. what is the point of all this blood spilled, otherwise?

kova is 15 and angry at the world. she's already lost everything, now all there's left to do is take. she's a snarling mess of teeth and claws, a whirlwind of a teenage girl with scars on her face and sticky fingers. there's a pretty girl sitting at her table, asking her to join a cause and all kova can see is an opportunity. she takes, because it is all she knows anymore. she takes because she feels like the universe, at least, owes her that much. she takes and she flees and she grits her teeth against the guilt.

mika is only 32 and has already made peace with the fact that he will die alone. he's made a lifestyle out of murder and he's good at it. but one day his opponent will be quicker and there will be no one alive to mourn him and that's just how it'll be. even now he's pretty sure the only thing really keeping him going is survival instinct, not any general will to live. and then some random 14 year old with blood under her nails and a fire in her eyes tries to rob him. (keyword: tries.) he is 33 and starting to figure out that maybe he is made for more. because the girl in his charge is a powerhouse with a goal too big to achieve on her own. because he is 33 and being robbed again by a girl with scars on her face and a dagger shoved in her fur boots. because somehow, he is the only person they've got.

oveta is 19 and has built a kingdom from the ground up, has bled and cried for the people she now considers hers. she has claimed the western shoulder of the continent, ripped it from her cousins hands in a move far more satisfying than a simple takeover. this she has worked for. this she has earned on her own. she is 19 and her family is small but they have never let her down. she has killed countless, but they have been there at her back with weapons of their own. with water to clean away the blood.

kova is 19 and her sister is a queen. she has found her peace, the storm in her heart calmed to a steady drizzle and even then: only on rainy days. she no longer takes, but instead has become a guardian. a beacon of safety, of surety - she has and will tear limbs free from men who wish harm on people like her, like the family she was born into and lost. she is happy, a child with the face of a soldier, napping in the sun and stealing only to make oveta chase her. her laughter is loud, and when she bares her teeth it is to smile.

mika is 58 and he has no illusions of a lonely death, limping out to the woods to die from his wounds. he knows his daughters would only drag him back by the scruff of his neck, lay him to rest in a warm bed with a hand in each of theirs. his girls have become queens and generals and warriors. they have built armies and kingdoms and families. still, they turn to him in their moments of weakness.

oveta is long dead, but her name lives on in every girl born into her bloodline. she has been dead for centuries but the throne still sitting proud in grand hall was a birthday present hand-carved by kova and mika.

kova is dead, but she lives on in the laws banning the hunting of shifters in miednic, in the laws protecting orphans. she has been dead for centuries, but the city built around the royal family home (a sprawling estate built into the mountains) is named in her honour.

mika is dead (long before either of his girls, he is grateful to know) but he lives on in the training drills practiced throughout the country. he is dead, but it is his sword shown in the miednic banner, holding up the mountains.

like every inch of what miednic is today was built and shaped by three people just trying to survive, who somehow stapled themselves together as a family and changed history.

#they just *grits teeth* yknow???#the splintering #oveta solari #kova miednic #mieczyslaw ''mika'' miednic #mika who had nothing but his sword and kova who had nothing but her rage and oveta who had nothing but ambition #a thousand years later is it any wonder the miednic siblings are so loyal to one another?? that they are fierce and ambitious and fighters?#i've been working mainly on the splintering lately. if that's not obvious

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Ever After Academy route summaries

Abel Hawthorn the Woodsman

Abel has been cursed with the same contract that bound the Tin Man to kill Hero and Heroine. But Hero believes they can overcome the curse together and they renew their vows to each other. Abel can’t let Hero go, curse or not. But, a mysterious green fog claws its way across campus, draining magic everywhere it goes. The rush to cure the trees increases as they discover Arin is dying from their connection. Hero learns to wield axes from Abel and to use magic from Nora. In return, Hero teaches Abel how to cook. To everyone’s horror, they find the green fog was sent by the Wizard as it takes over the Labyrinth! Hero discovers that fixing the lighthouse lamp has to be from his own magic. As the fog gains power, everyone begins to see creepy magical illusions of their fears. In the finale, the fog is strong enough to possess Abel’s body and Hero must fight him. But in the end, it’s love—not power—that saves them both. Breaking the spell on Hero helps break the curse on Abel at the last minute through love.

For the remaining seasons, trust, loyalty, and ‘love as an answer’ were to be the main themes. Hero fixes the lamp as he retakes his Light Keeper role and becomes an unofficial Woodsman. Abel becomes an efficient cook and confidently faces down all his past enemies. They continue on many adventures in both realms, often able to fulfill their separate duties together. Eventually, Abel is given his own, unique title from the White Queen and becomes his own boss, employing dedicated Woodsmen around the world. This gives him more time with Hero where they raise orphaned children together.

Lavinia the Ice Queen

The mystery of Lavinia's parentage is revealed. She was born to Titania, the queen of the Summer Fae Court and the most powerful of the Fae. Titania loved her daughter for a time, but Lavinia was half human and Titania also realized that Lavinia could grow up to be a threat to her. So she had Lavinia left in the snow to freeze. Lavinia has no memory of her early days among the Fae, but she does remember doing anything she could to survive...and she does remember that magic came to her naturally. When Lavinia came into her full power, she caught the attention of Titania who at first wondered who this new queen was...and then realized it was the daughter she tried to abandon.

We planned on spending the rest of Lavinia's route delving into the topics of betrayal and love and Lavinia would grapple with both her struggle for power (which has always been her way of self preservation) and her own sense of morality. After finding out she is the daughter of her worst enemy and a universal villain, she will also struggle with who she is as a person. Titania will try many tactics to either destroy Lavinia or make Lavinia give away her power. Ultimately, it will be the grounding love of Heroine that will help Lavinia through this difficult time. They will break the spell on Heroine and defeat Titania and her Fae Court. Lavinia will choose Ezra to rule as regent in her kingdom while she travels with Heroine while she works as the Path Finder. When Heroine and Lavinia's child grows up, that child will become the Path Finder. Heroine and Lavinia will return to Lavinia's Ice realm and rule as equals.

Arin Langdon the Guardian

The final challenge is interrupted by the arrival of Wilhelm Grimm, one of the Brothers Grimm. Heroine is able to use her magic to turn the tide in the fight against Wilhelm, and in doing so finds a way to use the magic of the Path Finder...to create paths and to open portals between this world and the magical realm. The clash with Wilhelm culminates in the temporary defeat of Wilhelm, but in the death of Dr. James Tutorea. As he dies he gives Heroine a ring that matches the one she wears. Fergus also sees the error of his ways and withdrawals [sic] from the competition. It is decided the best thing the group can do is find a way to travel to the magical realm and go to the Red and White Queens as James was doing to get the seeds.

Arin and Heroine are then confronted with a problem that they will have to deal with the rest of their lives: that Heroine's place as the Path Finder is in the magical realm and Arin's is in the Library. Over the course of the rest of the seasons we would break the spell on Heroine and have Heroine and Arin grow in their magic together as well as in their love. They would wear matching rings that magically create a space between the worlds where time stops for just the two of them where they can be together whenever they want for as long as they want. In this way they can fulfill their duties but also be together. Before Heroine goes into the magical realm, they have a wedding that solidifies their union. Heroine and Arin will eventually retire from their roles and pass them down to their children.

#Lovestruck #Voltage Lovestruck #Lovestruck Voltage #Ever After Academy #route summaries #reposted here for ease of reference since i haven't seen it around in text form

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merryfortune · 1 year

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Alone in Monochrome

Written for @respectfulshipweek2023

Day 1: Alone | Family

Title: Alone in Monochrome

Ship: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,271

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Set During Season 1

It wasn’t fair.

Revolver’s soul trembled as a gift given to him was taken for granted. A comfort he assumed that he would have ever more, even as he drew his own last breath.

It was not fair. Those words reverberated as tears, genuine and real and hot, welled up in the crevices of his eyes. He removed the crystal shield over his face and clawed at his eyes. His nails raked over his skin, through the tears that he shed as he tried so hard not to cry them.

His world turned to black and white. He counted himself lucky that there were shades of grey in between. After ten years of beautiful colours, they vanished but Spectre… Spectre had not vanished with them.

Ten years ago, in the rain, on the outskirts of that cursed place, a young Revolver - Ryoken - had met his soulmate. He had known it was true because of the myth. Most humans did not see in colour until they met their soulmate, their fated one. It was at that moment, when their eyes met or their paths crossed, their fingers touched or in whatever mode it was, at that fateful second, the world became gentle and adoring colour.

Of course. There had been much to reckon with. An eight year old did not necessarily grasp the scope of what this meant but there was more to it than that. Practicality versus romanticism versus understanding. It was just that Ryoken’s little soulmate, a pauper shivering in the cold and wet by a licking fire, was a boy who had been kidnapped and experimented on by Ryoken’s father.

Ryoken had glimpsed this boy in his highs and lows. He had seen him toss his head back in rollicking laughter and big grins, experiencing the joy of both winning and loss. He had seen this child sob, crying for his mother. The poles what Ryoken had seen of him, honestly, they wracked him with fear but seeing his absolute pure delight, underneath the hood of his jacket, Ryoken put it all aside.

For it was the same for him. The now green grass. The now indigo skies. It was as terrifying as it was exciting and despite what should have been insurmountable odds, of Ryoken being terrified of Spectre, the lone child of the Incident that his Father had orchestrated… Who enjoyed it. Every moment of it because it gave him purpose.

Well, now he had Ryoken and Ryoken gave him new purpose.

They were soulmates. Sure, the adults - their now Lieutenants - had been mad off their rocker when Ryoken brought Spectre home after running away like a lost puppy. They doubted the validity of what the boys now saw in the multi-coloured spectrum of their eyes and they erred with caution, wanting to return Spectre from whence he came until he explained his circumstances as an orphan. It was all a perfect storm of nothing that should go right.

And yet did.

Ryoken and Spectre became inseparable. They forged something more than soulmates, lovey-dovey and mythic. They became knight and squire, leader and right-hand man, they were made to grow up all too quickly, just to quash the very threat borne of Spectre’s duelling during the Incident.

What did that leave him? What was the purpose of his being, Revolver wondered. It was all for naught and he had proof that it was for naught in how Spectre’s sleeping avatar, his pockets turned from yellow to a very miserable grey.

Ryoken gave Spectre purpose. Pfft. What purpose was this? What meaning was there to dying to destroy what had been created by him and the other victims of the Incident. No life lived beyond, well, a spectre of normalcy. A shadow. He could never go back to mainstream schooling, all he had was Ryoken and the Knights of Hanoi.

He never even got to meet the Earth Ignis. A note that sours on Revolver’s tongue because he knows something pertinent that Spectre never did in… life. In his awakeness. Of how this was all to destroy one and that one was not the Earth Ignis.

Now he is asleep, no chance to dream. He had died. Yet he breathed.

Ryoken knew that he breathed. He had not died yet.

They made a promise prior to entering the Link VRAINS for the very last time before the Tower of Hanoi went off. It was a lovers pact of damn near suicide. They both knew that there was no waking up, that their crimes would be paid for in blood and Spectre accepted that. Hand in hand with Ryoken.

A kiss on the mouth followed by that chant to log into the network. It was always like a spell but in that instant, it was a bittersweet curse. To fall asleep, to have their souls become data for the Tower of Hanoi to finish and for the Ignis to be eliminated. There was no coming back from that and so, they kept each other closer.

Even now, on the inside of the Link VRAINS and inside of the Knights’ domain, Ryoken still exists. He still breathed even though there was a sharp pain in his side every time he did. The sharp pain was known as grief but when he concentrated beyond that, he could still feel Spectre, limp, slumped against him and he was warm on Ryoken’s skin. That warmth of living penetrating through the veil of the network, through the leather and latex of Revolver’s bodysuit, Spectre still existed.

He was still alive so why?

Revolver wanted to know so badly. Was this to ensure his own sins were heavy? That he was tormented now before he could escape justice’s punishment made of blood and flesh humans.

He had to live just a little bit longer with the burden that things like death counted as death by the universe and so, when Spectre fell comatose in their quest to detonate the Tower of Hanoi, after his loss to Playmaker… That too was a definite, finite death and that meant that there was an inviolable rule to follow. He had never heard of a thing but the truth was right before Revolver’s eyes in black and white so there could be no denial, no bargaining, just despair.

The indelible rule of the universe, when soulmates met, their eyes saw colours for the very first time. When soulmates parted, and they could only be parted in death, no falling out of love could change the spectrum of colours they saw, their eyes no longer saw those breath-taking colours which affirmed their fate.

Their fate as doled out by the universe in all its stardust shaded enigma. Its entropy and its whims. The circumstances of which Ryoken and Spectre had grown as friends, partners, lovers. Circumstances which led to this meaningless destruction but they would take quiet knowledge to their graves that it could have been worse.

“I promise I will avenge you,” Revolver swore his vow to Spectre, “and I will join you soon. I promise you that, as well.”

He placed his on the rim of Spectre’s lidless cask. It was cold. Touchless. Not a true object, just a manifestation of the network but even if it was just a symbol, it was a powerful one. Revolver choked back more sobs and steadying his wailing heart. He would simply have to use his grief to destroy what remained in his path to sweet oblivion. Onizuka. Playmaker. His own self at the end of that victory road.

A new determination stoked inside of Revolver, heavy and alone in monochrome.

#respectfulshipweek2023 #respectfulshipping week 2023 #respectfulshipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #ryoken kogami #kogami ryoken #spectre (vrains)#revolver (vrains)#writing tag #alone in monochrome #soulmate au #squealsssss i've been so excited for this #i cannot believe the good fortune in the dates that i picked / you guys voted on

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luvreyn · 2 years

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HUNT

SASUINO DAY 1: PIRATE/MERMAID AU PROMPT

Wrote this in a rush cuz life keeps getting in the way. Happy SasuIno week! @sasuino-week

Sasuke is 7 when he learns that it’s stupid that he never learned how to swim. He’s the brother of the greatest pirate to ever live, and yet he’s drowning. Itachi would be so disappointed.

He saw something swimming towards him before death took him.

The first thing that came to mind when he awoke was that he was dead, but he even doubted his eyes when he saw a familiar palace in the distance. For heaven couldn’t allow the royals inside heaven when they’re very sinful, right?

That’s what his father told him.

"I’m alive?" He looks around. "How- how am I?

He sees a small girl behind a huge rock and an epiphany hits him.

"Did you save me?"

II.

Her name is Ino.

Ino is definitely a girl, but she’s not human. Her purple tail, her claws, and her ethereal disposition confirmed this.

And he knows she’s not human because he has seen people like her before. After all, they hunt something like her for a living and present their heads to the throne.

He swallows, wondering if Ino knew what they were doing in the ocean when she rescued him.

But Ino surprises him by apologizing. He doesn’t know what she’s apologizing for, but he thinks she looks like she belongs to the sky more than the sea. Her long golden hair reminds him of the sun. Her eyes are the color of the sky instead of the sea.

And she saved him.

But she couldn’t save Itachi.

III.

The King takes care of him in his brother’s stead and the palace became his home except...

He rushes towards the beach, dodging the huge rocks until he comes face-to-face with his savior, his friend, his home.

Ino was already waiting for him. She leans her head onto the rock as she combs her hair out of her face.

"Took you long enough." is what she says when she spots him.

He rolls his eyes, sitting right next to her as they look at the overlooking ocean.

"I should go. My friend is waiting for me." She motions towards the sea. He finds a pink-haired mermaid waiting for her.

She was about to dive when he stopped her, halting her movement.

"What?" She’s annoyed, but he’s scared.

"You’ll come back, right?"

"What? Sasuke, my friend is waitin-"

"Promise me you’ll come back." he insisted. "Promise me."

Her eyes softened. She squeezed his hand. "I promise."

IV.

They meet every day.

He talks about his brother Itachi, and how he wishes his brother had never died in the shipwreck. She talks about her dad and how he doesn’t want her to associate with humans.

Why?

Because he says you’re scary and dangerous.

Scary?

She gives him her duh look. Because you hunt us, silly.

But I’m not scary or dangerous.

She stops to think before smiling. Yeah, you’re not. I’m glad you’re not.

His heart skips a beat at her smile.

Home is almost taken from him when Kabuto, one of the King’s servants, follows him to the beach.

He remembers the screams, the guards, and the arms dragging him away as he struggled with the much older man.

He remembers Ino managing to slash the guard’s face with her claw. He remembers her pained look when she looked back at him one last time before diving and swimming away.

VI.

At the young age of 16, Sasuke left the palace and land in search of his home.

Eventually, he became more of a pirate than a prince.

He searches day and night to find her, following rumors and tales about a golden-haired mermaid all throughout the ocean.

He knows that his crew mates think of him as crazy.

His first mate, Naruto, who left the palace with him, said as much.

They feared for him and feared him.

For this insatiable obsession, this unwavering devotion to someone whom he met as a young child. Whom he spent brief encounters with.

They certainly don’t know what they’re talking about.

And even if it was only a brief encounter, it was enough for him to sail across the vast ocean in search of her.

He’s reminded of the shipwreck that orphaned him when their ship was caught in a terrible storm. The heavy rain and the waves threatened to drown his ship.

Sasuke scowls when he sees his newest recruit making a fool of himself tying the rope, and he sees the moment when the recruit almost fell into the ocean.

Being the captain and closest to him, Sasuke rescued his stupid recruit and fell into the ocean in the process.

He hears the shouts and Naruto takes charge as they manoeuvre the ship and attempt to rescue him.

He cursed when he felt his feet stuck on something and tried to fight against the current, but the waves were too strong for him.

And then he’s drowning, drowning, drowning...

When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar blue eyes looking at him in shock and wonder.

Ino swims him back to the surface. He tries to get as much air into his lungs as he’s able. He heard shouts in the distance and noted dimly that his ship was not far away.

Her hair is longer now and he still thinks she looks like she belongs more to the sky than the sea.

No, Ino belongs to him more than she belongs to the sea.

"Sasuke? Sasuke?!" Her hands touched his face as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. "It’s really you."

Her voice broke, and if it weren’t for the rain, he would’ve thought she was crying.

He catches her hand, kissing it and placing it gently against his cheek. "Ino."

He finally came back home.

VII.

It was like he was a child again. He waits for her to return to him every night; he waits for her to complete his day; he waits.

But he’s growing increasingly impatient with how little of her time he gets, and Naruto has already warned him twice to keep his attitude in check.

You don’t want to scare her, don’t you?

He doesn’t.

Ino is an important figure in their world, which he learns quickly enough. She’s bathing in the moonlight as she shares that they’re dwindling in numbers because humans-pirates are hunting them. He says nothing, but in retaliation for making her cry, he hunts those he knew were hunting her species.

The kiss Ino gave his cheek in thanks still makes him smile.

One night, he finally asked the question.

"Why did you break your promise?"

Ino tells him that she was forbidden from returning. It was dangerous.

"I'm sorry." she apologizes, her golden hair swaying with the waves.

"They don't even know I'm here." She says, her eyes looking around. He wants to tell her she doesn't have to worry about that because his mates are patrolling the area with their canoe. "They would be so disappointed in me if they found out. They might even kick me out." she laughed dryly.

"Why not go with me then?"

She laughs and looks at him. "And where would we go?"

He knew she thought he was kidding, so he grasped her hand and caught her eye.

"Away." Every place is better than being without her.

She must have seen something in his eyes because the smile left her face.

Ino swallows, squeezing his hand lightly before letting go. "I'm sorry, Sasuke, I can't go with you."

"Why not?"

"Because my family is here and I have a duty."

But I should be your family. The words stopped on his lips.

Her rejection hurts more than anything he's ever felt before.

He just finally came home.

She raised her head heavenward and let the first drop of rain kiss her face. "I'll need to leave soon."

She can’t just leave him again now that he’s home.

He clenches his fist.

He won’t let her leave. Ino’s not leaving him. She won’t. She can’t,

He won't let her go.

Even when she repeatedly called out to him as they bound her.

Even when she trashed against the tank.

"Captain!" Jugo calls to him. He leaves the captain’s chamber when Jugo tells him of the urgent news and sees the chaos happening on deck, sees the swarm of men cornering his Ino.

Even when she's scared of him.

"Why is she out of the tank?" he hisses, not expecting an answer. He pushes his way through the crowd.

"Don’t let go of her!" he screams as Ino fights her oppressors. She slashes Suigetsu’s arms and Kakashi's eye. She crawls immediately to the edge of the ship, poised to jump. "Ino! Don’t you dare!"

It was too late.

Ino looks back at him. She looks scared yet determined before jumping into the sea.

He scowls at the sea, the waves mocking him for his failure.

She shouldn’t have left him. She shouldn’t have broken her promise. Now he needs to show her how scary humans can be. How terrifying he can be.

He gathers his mates and hunts.

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“...is this what you wanted?”

She stood atop the bailey and looked upon the scorched kingdom. Tired and weary from days spent keeping the fires burning. The final chance given to a stubborn king who knew not how to take responsibility and thus, she had to teach him consequence instead. The wails of orphaned children was her song, her symphony. The sole survivors of a battle that needed not to have been waged and yet here she was. Again. Reminding humans of the importance of breaking cycles.

“...is this what you wanted?” The question sounded again to a decapitated king that laid at the front door to his castle. If one were to squint they’d see the claw marks of a desperate man. A coward. One who waved a sword like a child with a flower in hand, unaware of just what their were wielding.

She felt no remorse. Not even when a small voice screamed nonsensical hatred her way. Allowing the witch to pause as she watched as the knights of a neighboring fort came towards the castle. Her gaze tilted to the side, head following and then her body as she turned to face the boy beside the king. Dressed nobly, save for some tears here and there. Evidence, however, of his rank among mortal classes.

A face she had come to know decently well in her visits. It was a shame it had to come to this.

“Why didn’t you wait?! I would have made things better. I said I would make the changes!” He screeched at her, gripping tight the king’s cape.

Empathy existed within her, sympathy for his loss but not regret for her actions. Never. “It wasn’t yours to make better. It was his.” Mortem answered evenly as her voice dipped softly.

“He didn’t listen but I’m next in line for the throne, I would have done it and you could have let him live! Everything, with just some time- the sins of my father-”

“Are not the child’s to bear.” The witch cut him off with a hiss.

“Tis those traditions that led to your father’s end. Carrying the torch of his father but doing nothing to improve upon the formula. Your kingdom was in decline. Your father poisoned the well of potential all on his own. If you wish to carry on with the mentality of bearing your father’s sins, then do something different.”

The boy seethed as he reached out and grabbed hold of his father’s crown, shaking in an untold amount of despair and rage. Boldly he lifted his head to stare at her directly, willing his gaze to meet her own. “I’ll do something different, witch. You’ll know this unrest I’ll carry the rest of my life.” He spat and glanced to the approaching knights, wiping his tears aside with his sleeve before he screamed, “The witch killed the king! I want her hunted down and made to pay tenfold!”

One could not say she was terribly surprised. That wasn’t all too different but this flavor of hatred was. Her time spent indulging the boy’s curiosity with conversation had officially died at her hand. With a quick dodge to the side she avoided the first round of arrows set upon her, “Tenfold? Tis a bit low, don’t you think?” Her brow quirked humorlessly.

“I promise you that even after I die you will be hunted. This is your last day of knowing peace. I hope you live a long and tired life, suffering for your crimes! I hope when you die it’s my face you see, I hope you suffocate on regret!” The boy stood up as he shook at her the bloody crown of his fallen father, too angry for the gathered tears to spill over.

She moved to leap from the bailey only to halt and look back upon the boy, “Quite generous of you to wish such upon me. To grant me permission to remember you.” The witch curtsied towards the boy, “Be a wiser king.” Or else. Mortem warned gently before she stepped backwards with a leap, disappearing into the waters of the moat that surrounded this once fine castle.

Let the knights live for now, let her see if this boy would make good on his word.

#drabbles #and he did. lmfaooo oh boi did he. ooooh my god.

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Timestamp #299: Can You Hear Me?

Doctor Who: Can You Hear Me? (1 episode, s12e07, 2020)

A voice in the darkness is not always a good sign.

In Aleppo, Syria, circa 1380, a young woman runs through the city. An older woman named Maryam lets Tahira seek refuge, chiding her for stealing as a misguided attempt to improve her mental health. Tahira fears things that will attack as she sleeps, and (sure enough) a creature grabs Maryam after nightfall. The large, hairy, and claw-handed creature doesn’t surprise Tahira.

In Sheffield, 2020, the Thirteenth Doctor delivers her team home. They agree to reconvene the next day, and as the companions leave, the TARDIS shorts out as a bald man briefly appears and then disappears. As Yaz, Ryan, and Graham catch up with their lives, the Doctor chases the phantom man to Aleppo.

She touches down in Bimaristan, one of the oldest hospitals in the world that focused on mental health. Disappointed that she won’t be sharing this adventure with her companions, the Doctor finds Tahira and the creature. The creature doesn’t register on the sonic screwdriver and runs away.

Back in 2020, the companions have strange encounters: Graham sees a white-haired woman in chains; Ryan’s friend Tibo describes recurring nightmares with a bald man, the same phantom who then kidnaps Tibo; and Yaz encounters the phantom after a dream.

The Doctor calms Tahira as she investigates the hospital. Tahira has been in the hospital for a few weeks, seeking safety as an orphan. The companions each call the Doctor and she takes Tahira to retrieve them. Along the way, she analyzes a hair she found in Aleppo and the TARDIS tells her that the hairs do not exist. She uses the telepathic circuits to take them to the woman Graham saw.

The TARDIS lands on a space station in the distant future, but the location is not what Graham saw. The station is in a geostationary orbit in an area that is no longer populated, and as the Doctor explores, the image Graham saw appears on a monitor. Two planets are colliding, stopped by a small geo orb with the woman inside.

Yaz finds an area covered in fingers sending signals to the woman in the geo orb. A quantum fluctuation lock keeps the woman trapped by changing combinations trillions of times a second. As the Doctor analyzes the technology, Tahira wanders off. She finds the bald man, several trapped people (including Tibo), and the creatures (which the man calls Chagaskas, conceived from the prisoner’s worst fears). When the companions arrive, the bald man uses his fingers to trap them inside dreams. Yaz dreams of Sonya on a deserted stretch of road, Ryan sees an elderly Tibo and the Dregs from Orphan 55, and Graham finds himself going through chemotherapy with his doctor, Grace, who asks why he didn’t save her.

The Doctor continues to work as the bald man approaches her. He calls himself Zellin, which the Doctor recognizes as a mythical name from another universe. As an eternal, Zellin has been playing games to amuse himself, even name-checking fellow Eternal The Toymaker in the process. An alarm sounds, indicating that the woman in the prison has been freed, but this is all part of the game. The woman is another eternal named Rakaya and has been playing the same game as Zellin. The game involves the two planets, their populations, and a gamble of which will be destroyed first in the ensuing carnage. The populations trapped Rakaya as they each faced their own demise.

The Doctor is trapped as the Eternals begin a siege against Earth. The Doctor dreams of the Master’s Timeless Child story, waking when she somehow summons her sonic screwdriver and frees herself, her companions, and the prisoners. The Doctor realizes that the Chagaskas are elements of Tahiri’s dreams and works on a plan to defeat the Eternals.

The Doctor’s team returns to Aleppo and summons the Eternals to join them. Using Zellin’s floating fingers and Rakaya’s quantum lock, she traps the Eternals in prison to live with nightmares for eternity. She then returns everyone to their proper places and times.

Tibo finally sleeps well and attends a group therapy session after learning about Ryan’s travels. Yaz reflects on a bet she made with a police officer named Anita – Yaz had planned to run away three years earlier, but Sonya called the police out of concern. Anita made a deal that if Yaz’s life improved in three years, Yaz would pay her 50p. Otherwise, if Anita was wrong, she’d pay Yaz £50 – and then meets with Anita to pay her end of the bargain.

Finally, Graham confides in the Doctor about his fear of cancer returning. The Doctor has no idea how to respond, but Graham is happy to have talked to someone about it. Meanwhile, Yaz and Ryan discuss their mutual concerns about their lives with the Doctor. They’re interrupted as the Doctor gets excited about Frankenstein and sets course for a new adventure.

The family grows closer by confronting their fears, and even though the Doctor couldn’t display her concern to the satisfaction of some fans, the team is stronger for it. I found her response genuine: The Doctor is a beacon of compassion and empathy, but remember that her immediate predecessor needed cue cards to navigate human emotions. Many of the Doctor’s previous incarnations were more in touch with their companions, but even the First Doctor faced his granddaughter’s future by locking her out and saying goodbye through the TARDIS.

The Doctor may be an alien, but this echoes how humans handle major diagnoses and death. Reactions aren’t uniform, but they include shock, disbelief, anxiety, sadness, and loss of control, all of which (and more) the Doctor is processing in the wake of the Master’s revelation about Gallifrey.

Another tick in the plus column for this episode is the story twist. The woman’s voice in the darkness is a common trope involving heroes riding to the rescue of a damsel in distress. It’s a form of the Chronic Hero Syndrome trope, where every wrong in the line of sight must be righted, and it’s used to great effect against the heroes in this story. The eternal villains give credit to the Celestial Toymaker and the Guardians (setting up their power for fans of the classic era), and are defeated by their own means like so many of the villains in Doctor Who.

That resolution felt a bit rushed (as most Chibnall era resolutions have) but the coda showcasing the fears and growth of each companion was a good reason to shortchange the heroic huzzah.

Finally, in a meta nod to the story’s title, I loved the Doctor talking to herself at length with no one around. Can you hear me?, indeed.

Rating: 4/5 – “Would you care for a jelly baby?”

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