if they weaponized that they could burn the eyes out of their enemies at will

And the Heavens Wept

Gather around my children and you shall hear of the most terrible, most implacable, most improbable friends ever met by our people. They came from the third planet of a tiny system, surrounded by desolate space. Not one sentient species for hundreds of lightyears, and they managed to propel themselves into space.

We watched from afar as they developed slowly. We watched as they warred among themselves, brutal and savage. We watched as they rendered regions of their planet uninhabitable to themselves, a hardy species able to adapt to even the most hostile of environments. We watched as suddenly and without warning they united under four banners, the rest falling by the wayside. We watched as they expanded into what we had begun to use as a buffer zone, to allow these humans to burn themselves out in.

But they did not burn themselves out. Despite their warring among themselves. Harsh people. Humankind is a race of warriors, do not be fooled by the eloquence of their diplomats. In their own words, “All diplomacy is a continuation of war by other means”. Their greatest artists and philosophers were born from blood and conflict. I had the privilege once to view a painting by one Pablo Picasso, entitled Guernica. It was a savage piece, with not a drop of color. It showed the horrors of war, and the irony of it all was that the painting hung in the office of one of humankind’s generals.

It was sudden, when they burst from the containment zone. When they realized they were not alone. And we, with heavy hearts, prepared to fight them bitterly and to the last. Imagine then, our surprise when humanity embraced us among the stars as long lost brothers. They were overjoyed to discover they were not alone in the darkness. Despite their brutal and warlike culture, despite their glorification of death and violence, their people do not seek out combat. An ancient general of theirs once put it thusly “Although a soldier by profession, I have never felt any sort of fondness for war, and I have never advocated it, except as a means of peace”.

For centuries humanity worked to better itself. They unified under a single Interstellar Empire, the Empire of Man, the Human Empire, however you called it. They enjoyed art and music. They became leisurely at home, exploratory in the field. Their weapons of war were long gone, beaten into plowshares as they say. Humanity was finally at peace. There was no conflict among them, a few border skirmishes for certain, and they kept a small standing military, but nothing more than that. We considered them domesticated.

At first we were surprised at their transformation, then overjoyed. We welcomed them into the fold of the cosmos, embraced them as they would embrace us. We thought we knew humanity then, that we had seen them at their best and their worst. We were wrong, so very wrong. We did not truly understand humanity until the Texar-Hakara came into the void between the stars.

Seemingly more brutal, more bloodthirsty than even the humans, they swept into our region of space like conquerors. They smashed whatever feeble resistance the Yungling managed to put up, took their planets, enslaved the survivors, and pressed on. The Junti were next, utterly destroyed. The four great races left, ourselves, the Itaxa, the Kukrama, and the Illnaa, banded together to try and stop them. In our arrogance, we did not include the humans in our pact. Too few in number, too weak in frame, too backwards in technology we thought.

The Texar-Hakara hit our borders like the great wave that sweeps life from the beach. We hardened our hearts and prepared for the worst. Seeming without pause they crushed our border defenses. They obliterated the first fleets we sent to them. The Itaxa fell to the Texar-Hakara, enslaved, killed, scattered to the corners of the galaxy. Then the humans sent us an offer, a request really. They asked to fight alongside us.

Bemused, we accepted. What else could we do? Deny them the right to fight with us for their very survival? We thought to assign them as rearguards, to ferry our people to safety after our fleets fell. We thought wrong.

Humanity swept into the stars with a fury unmatched by any other. Their fleets were not the heaviest. Their guns not the most accurate. Their soldiers however. Their sailors. Their warriors were unmatched by any others in the cosmos. I remember the first battle in which the humans fought the Texar-Hakara like it was but a single solar cycle ago. Our forces were on the brink of breaking and fleeing. Our ships were gutted ruins. Our fighters exhausted and out of missiles. Then humanity fell upon the flank of the enemy, and the full force of the Human Empire was unleashed in a single moment of utter fury. Landing craft spat across the distance in an instant, slamming into enemy hulls and disgorging humanity’s greatest weapon, their Marines. In close combat humanity is unstoppable, and so they took the vast distances of space combat out of the equation.

Their ships belched fire and plasma. Lasers crossed the vast distances in the blink of an eye. Half the Texar-Hakaran fleet was obliterated in minutes. The other half turned to face this new enemy, only to be wracked by internal explosions as the Marines did their work. Their greatest ships turned on the rest of the fleet, a handful of humans holding the bridge against waves of enemy attackers to turn the tide of battle.

The Interstellar War came to a screeching turnaround. The advance of the Texar-Hakara halted, like it had hit an immovable wall. In many ways that is what humanity is, an immovable, implacable wall. Then, with the ferocity humanity is alone capable of, they routed the Texar-Hakara. Not from that lone battle. They pushed them out of Itaxa space, liberating the slaves. The space of the Junti and the Yungling was swept clear of invaders. Then the Texar-Hakara committed the gravest of sins in humanity’s eyes. They warped a fleet to Earth, jewel of humanity’s empire. They burned that blue and green world. They destroyed it, and the trillion people it housed.

Humanity is a forgiving race my children. Even their most terrible of wars have resulted in lasting friendships between nations. When they left millions dead and broken on the muddly fields of their world, they rebuilt the aggressors. They raised them from the mud, dusted them off, and welcomed them back into the fold. But there is one thing that humanity cannot, will not, tolerate. It is abhorrent to them my children. To strike at their home, to strike where they raise their young ones. Where they leave their mates and non combatants. To strike there is to raise the ire of the human race, truly.

Humanity raged. Their attempts at obtaining the surrender of the Texar-Hakara halted. The war turned from a righteous war of liberation to a furious and hateful war of retribution. We begged the humans to stop, to leave what few planets the Texar-Hakara had alone. Our pleas went unanswered for months, until a single human ambassador came to us. His face was cold and emotionless. He told us, in no uncertain terms, that the Texar-Hakara had doomed themselves and that any trying to aid them would suffer the same fate. Quietly we watched then, as humanity wiped the Texar-Hakara from the stars. The Texar-Hakara pleaded for mercy. They offered their unconditional surrender. They came to us and begged on bent knee for us to reign in the mad dogs we had unwittingly unleashed into the universe. Humanity had for so long repressed their warrior culture. Tried to become better. Then we had given them back into the fires of war, and humanity had awakened it’s warrior past.

The Texar-Hakara ambassadors were taken from our halls by grim human Marines and thrust out airlocks. Finally there was but one planet left, and we came to the humans, we pointed to our own losses, our own dead friends some of whom had lived for longer than humanity had been among the stars, and we begged the humans not to take the last of the Texar-Hakara’s lives.

I watched, children, I watched as the Texar-Hakara’s world burned. As humanity left but one of their planets alive, a simple backwater colony of no more than ten million. Ten million, out of the trillions. Then the leader of the human military turned to me, and with no emotion in his voice, told me that humanity accepted the unconditional surrender of the Texar-Hakara, and walked off the bridge of my ship.

My children, the lesson here is that a warrior past is never truly gone. Only buried, mayhaps even wiped from living memory. But gone? Never. Humanity showed us that.

Punk (Chap. 11)

Originally posted by coporolight

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, battle related injuries/casualties/mayhem

A/N:  My sincere apologies for how long this has taken.  I’ve been dealing with some personal things and, quite frankly, it took away all desire to write.  I hope you like this chapter, the photo with the shield later on in the story is actually the inspiration for the entire series.  So you can get inspiration from anywhere :)  I want to thank everyone who stuck around waiting and who has been so helpful and kind to me.  Also, I’m very excited to continue writing more chapters!  Thank you for your continued patience.

As always, feedback is always appreciated.  Please let me know how the ‘action’ plays out as I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling.  Thanks!

Your face fell in horror, but you seemed to be the only one moving, the rest of the world seemed to be stuck in some sort of time lapse.  Bucky was still just crouching there, holding the boy, with that stupid, beautiful smile still plastered to his face, not yet seeing the danger, not yet registering your alarm.

No no no no no no NO!  Your mind was screaming the words as you tore your gaze away from the scene.  The man was getting closer.  NO!

You bolted forward, shoving the woman into the alley screaming for Bucky to run, ripping your vocal chords in the process. Your legs felt like they were trudging through molasses, like some force was pulling you back, weighing you down. And each step on the pavement felt like an elephant stomp making the ground shake.  But it was as if you weren’t moving any closer.  But you had to.  You had to.   Because what was about to happen could. not. happen.

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Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”



“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.

The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”


“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said


“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”


“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.


“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.

The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”

The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.

Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.


“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”


“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.






Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”



Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”


“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.

In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

Secret Identity

Stripper!Au Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Just a good old Stripper fic.

Word Count: 3,671

Warnings: Crack fic, Language, Drinking, Suggestive Stuff… (come on)

A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥

Originally posted by ddee99

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Wanda,” your friend replied with a proud smirk.

You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.

“I love it!” Natasha took your hand and made you follow her.

You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.

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the-angry-walnut-fairy  asked:

Bedtime story!!?? (If you're willing!)

“Tell me a bedtime story”.

“What?” Otabek was confused. He was sitting against the headboard of his bed, casually scrolling through his phone, Yuri’s head in his lap as he slowly and gently carded his fingers through the silky blond hair.

Yuri tilted his head up to glace up at him with an innocent smile on his lips, green eyes looking into brown.

“I want you to tell me a bedtime story,” Yuri said quietly.

Otabek looked down at this phone for a moment, noting it was just before half past midnight. Yuri and he had been living together for almost a year now, after he moved to Russia to train under Victor along with both Yuri’s. The living legend had retired a few years before saying he didn’t want to risk an injury and wanted to focus on his Yuuri’s skating more than his own.

Racking his brain, while feeling slightly foolish, he tried to come up with a simple story he could tell his boyfriend of nearly a year.

“Well … once upon a time,” he noticed the moment he started Yuri snuggled into his lap more. “There was this young prince who was destined for greatness, but in order to get there he had to accomplish three tasks. The first being that he had to rescue a damsel in distress to show he put others before himself. The second was, he had to slay a dragon, to show he could protect his kingdom, and the third was he had to convince a stranger to follow him into battle, to show he could earn loyalty.

“Armed with his best armor, weapon, and his trusty steed, he set off to accomplish these goals. Seeing as how there were not too many damsels in distress, it took him a while, and some searching until he came upon young maiden who had been locked up in a high tower. The prince tried to find an entrance, but wasn’t able too, however, he did notice that a strong vine ran all along the length of the tower and he began to climb.

“When he finally reached the top, he found that the girl wasn’t actually in an trouble. In fact she was the one who had locked the hidden door, hoping to keep people out, rather than let anyone come in. See, unlike Rapunzel, who was locked away, this princess had run away from home, and was hiding in the tower because she was scared of being rejected by her family. She believed she wasn’t as beautiful as the others, or as talented or as skilled enough to be worthy of being called a princess. However, the prince assured her that no matter what, her family loved her, and that beauty came from within, and not her outer appearances.

“After being convinced by a total stranger, the maiden allowed the prince to take her home, where her family welcomed her back with open arms. After that, he went off to find a dragon to slay to accomplish his next task.

“After going town to town, he eventually came to one where the people claimed a horrible dragon lived because it would come and eat their cows all the time. After searching around for a while, the prince came across a cavern where a large red dragon lived. It was a mighty beast and roared and spit fire when the prince approached.

“With his mighty sword in hand, the prince approached the dragon, ready for a fight, however instead, he found that the dragon was already severely injured and was trying to protect it’s eggs. It seems the towns people had lied, and the prince realized that just because the beast was loud and scary, doesn’t mean it was evil. So instead the prince told the dragon about a cave in his kingdom where it could live with it’s eggs. The dragon bowed it’s head in thanks and the prince moved on.

“The final task was that the prince had to convince a total stranger to follow him into battle. He rode his horse to a neighboring village, and there he met a hero who had sworn to protect his town’s people from their warring neighbors who were always arguing over land.

“After talking to the hero, the prince was able to convince the man to go with him to their enemies. Once there, the prince asked to speak to the leader of the other army. Though the hero with him was ready to battle, the prince suggested that they try to reason with the others first.

“When they were settle around a table, with a map of the lands laid out before them, the hero and the leader of the enemies explained how they were fighting over land. The prince had discovered that the reason for the war was because of a natural source of fresh water in the hero’s country, while his neighbors didn’t have any for miles and miles. When the prince explained how if they shifted the boarders so the neighbors could draw water from the large lake, perhaps the neighbors would give up some land to their southern boarders, where the hero’s people could use it to farm more.

“By the end of the day, a treaty was signed, and peace was restored to the land. The prince had not only gotten the loyalty of the hero, but also of his people, and those of the neighbors.

“When he left to go home, he said his goodbyes to his new friends, and then went back to claim his kingdom and his crown … The end.”

Otabek finished his story, but Yuri didn’t say anything, so he figured the man had fallen asleep, until that is when Yuri sudden sat up.

“You made that bullshit up on the fly didn’t you?” the blond asked.

“Of course I did.. It’s after midnight and I’m tired, but you asked for a bedtime story.”

“Well, that’s not how the story ends. There’s no happily ever after,” Yuri argued.

Otabek raised an eyebrow and a tiny smile graced his lips.

“Okay, then how does it end?”

“Well for starters, the hero doesn’t leave the prince, he goes back with him to the castle. Because we all know that in the end the hero wants to be with the prince … right?”

The way Yuri was looking at him, that questioning look in his eyes, the one that seemed to hold his heart, made Otabek realize that Yuri had imprinted himself as the prince and he as the hero. So with a small laugh he nodded and answered. “Yeah, .. He does”

“Right, so they both go back to the castle where the prince lives. And they find that the maiden he saved now has her own prince so they can live happily ever after, the dragon who now lives in the nearby cave now protects the castle, and …”

“And? What about the prince and the hero?” Otabek was curious now.

“Well..” Yuri’s face was turning read and Otabek noticed he had slipped his hand under his pillow, as if searching for something. With big green eyes now looking directly at him, the Russian pulled a small black box from under the pillow. “The prince asks the hero to marry him” as he says this he opens the small box to reveal a single golden band.

Otabek is stunned, his eyes burn from the sudden tears that have flooded them. He finds himself speechless for a little too long, either that or Yuri gets impatient with him and asks “So are you going to marry me or not Hero?”

“Yes,” Otabek said breathless.

Yuri pulls the ring from the box and slides it onto his fiance’s finger.

“And they lived happily ever after” Yuri says before pulling Otabek into a loving kiss.


Forgive me if this sucks… I’m very tired. Sweet dreams!

anonymous asked:

yoooo that historical arranged marriage au looks sooo interesting,,,, i definitely WOULD NOT complain if u ever felt like writing more of it;)))

I am such a sucker for both historical fantasy and arranged marriage Aus so and I really liked this idea so I did some mock ups for scenes that would appear in the in universe fic

Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing! 

Original concept - no.11 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here

Title: Every Pawn Can Become A Queen

Rating:  Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Other Character Tags To Be Added

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe – Historical Fantasy, Alternate Universe – Royalty, Plotting, Assassination Attempts, Enemies to Lovers


Yuuri is the Prince of an Empire, second in line for the throne and renown in battle, a formidable warrior who has been fighting for almost half his life against the neighbouring Empire and their barbaric ways. But after tragedy strikes both kingdoms, an uneasy peace must be formed between the two opposing sides, a peace that must be sealed with the strongest of bonds.

Charged with keeping the peace for the sake of his people, Yuuri is forced to leave his homeland forever and marry the only son and heir of the opposing kingdom, forging an alliance with marriage to protect the empire built on the backs and blood of his family and now ruled by his beloved sister. But Yuuri knows what the marriage truly is beneath the pretty words. A life-sentence, imprisoned forever under the rule of a man he hates and has faced on the battlefield countless time.

But the political machinations of the foreign court might prove to be an even deadlier battlefield than the one he just left and he must keep the peace between the two kingdoms to save the lives of millions, whatever the cost. And what’s more, his long-time enemy and new husband is not the man he believed him to be and his position as Prince Consort holds more power than he ever expected. For the one who holds the heart of the future king is the one who can control the kingdom.

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Newcomers Pt 7

The Benemar swarmed across Terra almost completely unchecked, their sheer numbers and the suddenness of their attack meant the Humans were unprepared for such and assault and even though their orbital defence platforms reaped a bloody toll on their attackers the Benemar overwhelmed them. Still the Humans fought, determined to make the Benemar pay in blood for every inch of Terran soil they took and for every Human they killed the Benemar would loose a hundred of their warriors.

The Benemar focused their assault on the heavily populated area with little military presence, the bombardment form space alone killed millions before they even began landing their warriors to begin culling the population. But as the attack went on the Humans were able to mobilize more of their assets and the Benemar’s advance began to slow. But they were still heavily outnumbered and out gunned, stalling is all the Human generals could really do.

High Chieftain Veetop sat upon his throne overlooking the planet below and watched it burn, it was as he thought, the Humans were weak and they ran from his armies and screamed as they were slaughtered. He wished he was down there but he had lost the bought with High Chieftain Beeqol so he was resigned to command the fleet.

The now slave Goolack was chained to his throne naked and forced to watch as his own warriors were now under the command of his rivals, his entire clan had been disgraced and disbanded but still he kept up the pretence that this will end badly for the Benemar.

“I wonder what Human slaves are like? I look forward to beating them into submission” High Chieftain Veetop said to himself, so far no Humans had been captured but there was still time, they had a number of outlining worlds and there were still billions left on their homeworld.

“They will not submit” Goolack said.

“Silence! You lost your right to ever speak again” he shouted hitting him.

“I shall show you how Benemar live, we do not let other races oppose us us, we conquer them!”

General Patton command the Terran defence force from an underground bunker hidden in the Antarctic, here he had access to the entire planets forces and his commanders and the picture was looking bleak at first look. But he had a plan and soon enough all the pieces would be in place, all that was needed was his reinforcements. He just hoped they would get there in time.

Outside the solar system the 8th army arrived and joined the task force that was gathering just outside of scanning range. Admiral Winston had wanted to attack the moment he arrived but General Patton had told him to wait, his captains were also getting impatient as the longer they waited to more people died.

“Are we really just going to wait here sir” Captain Clerk asked.

“Those are our orders, general Patton has superiority as he is the acting supreme commander and has some sort of plan in place” The Admiral replied and his tone betrayed that he did not like waiting either.

“But the longer we wait the more innocent people are dying!” Captain Kiev objected his thick Russian accent putting heavy meaning on his words.

“Do we at least know the situation on the ground sir?” Captain Williams asked polity.

“We know is the Benemar have landed close to 12 million troops but the figure may be more-”

“12 million!! There was only a fraction of the defence force on the planet” Kieve interrupted.

“Yes Captain and I would prefer if you did not interrupt me again” Admiral Winston said getting to his feet.

“Sorry sir”

“It’s all right, I understand your frustration but as I was saying because of the large number of enemy troops our forces have fallen back to more defensible positions but we have strongholds on all major continents”

The captains all fell silent, they had no choice but to wait and have faith in their comrades on Terra to hold the line.

General Patton held on tight as another bomb landed on the surface above, somehow the Benemar had found his bunker and were trying to dig him out, the intent was to cut off the head and body will die.

“Put me through to the enemy fleet, I think it’s we had a chat”

“Yes General” answered a com operator and he gave the thumbs up when the connection was made.

“This is General Abraham Patton of the Terran defence force”

The main monitor then shifted to show the bridge of the Benemar flagship, it was a dark and horrid place but sitting in his throne was the Benemar High Chieftain Veetop looking very pleased with himself.

“Ah General have you reconsidered my offer for your surrender?” he growled grinning all across his face.

“Actually I was going to ask if you wanted to surrender” he countered as another bomb hit.

High Chieftain Veetop gave a throaty laugh that almost sounded like he was going to choke and spat on the Benemar chained to his throne.

“Me? Surrender? Have you gone mad with fear Human”

“You really don’t understand us at all do you?”

“I understand enough that your kind are weak and cowards, your world burns before me, your people are being enslaved and if you think I am going to surrender then you are clearly mad”

General Patton smiled “I guess then that your answer is no?”


“Good” Patton cut the link and was put through to Admiral Winston.

“Admiral, you may begin your attack now, we are ready”

“About time!”

Patton smiled at his friends eagerness to get into the fighting and turned to his operators. “Are all systems ready?”

“Yes General, all platforms are powered and awaiting your order”

“Good, deploy the orbital guns and order the counter attack”

All across the planet the Humans suddenly stopped retreating and turned and fought back with every ounce of strength they could, all Benemar fronts began to encounter series resistance and could no longer advance. This sudden change In the Humans manner caught them of guard and many began falling back. But that was not all, underground and hidden from both scanners and prying eyes were huge bases, the ground parted to allow a cannon the size of a skyscraper to emerge and point up at the Benemar fleet above the planet.

“European gun ready”

“Mediterranean gun ready”

“Middle eastern gun ready”

“West and eastern Russian guns ready”

“Asian guns ready”

“Pacific guns ready”

“North and south American guns ready”

“African guns ready”

“All guns are deployed and ready to fire general”

General Patton gave a toothy smile as he imagined the Benemar’s faces at the sudden appearance of these weapons, they had no idea what was coming. He gave a single order.


The guns recoil was massive but was built to withstand it, but the earth around it was kicked up and sent anything close by flying as the immense power created it’s own shock wave. They were fast to reload too and could fire a single shell every ten seconds.

“High Chief we are detecting in coming fore from the surface”

“Impossible, no gun has the power to fire from the surface of a planet”

Just as he finished speaking one of the shells struck his ship, it was only a glancing hit but it destroyed a third of their port side guns, but the shell did not stop it continued on and struck and destroyed a cruiser that was close by the flagship.

The entire Benemar fleet came under fire, with thousands of ships in orbit it was impossible for the Humans to miss even if they tried, the Benemar captains panicked and tried to avoid this incoming fire but in the confusion they collided with each other.

“High Chieftain, we are being torn to shreds we must withdraw”

“I told you this was going to happen” Goolack laughed and was quickly shot by the High Chieftain.

“Pull the fleet back out of range!”

“More ships have appeared behind us!”

“Who’s!!!” he demanded to know as if he did not already know.

“Its the Humans”

“How many?!”

The Benemar sensor operator did not respond.

“I asked you how many?!”

The operator slowly turned “2064”

High Chieftain Veetop froze, that was almost the number of fleets in the entire Benemar fleet, and he only had half it under his command. “Get me High Chieftain Beeqol!”

“I can’t he’s dead, all of our forces are being overrun or are in retreat order is breaking down”

Veetop screamed in frustration.

Admiral Winston stood on his bridge watching the main monitor and the Benemar fleet desperately trying to get out of range of the orbital guns, he grinned as he saw what Patton was planning. The catch them between a rock and hard place.

“All ships, target the Benemar forces and engage on my command”

He quickly got his confirmations from his captains.

“2nd army fleet The Barons reporting ready”

“8th army fleet The Desert Rats ready”

“9th army fleet The Heavens Wrath ready”

In total there were 12 fleets in this task force under Admiral Winston and like Patton he gave one order.


If the fire from the planet was considered bad the fore from the fleet was catastrophic, the two points of fore tore the Benemar ships apart, those that were not destroyed by the opening barrage tried to make a run for it past the Human fleet. They too were shredded under multiple broadsides and their escape pods destroyed, there were to be no survivors.

The battle engagement last only a few scant hours but int hat time, close to 50 million Benemar were dead…none had been able to escape and no word got back to heir home world of what had happened.

“Your timing is excellent as always Admiral” Patton congratulated.

“As is your planning, well done”

“So I guess your men will need some rest?”

“Oh no, we have been attacked and this is a declaration of war” Admiral Winston grinned,

“To the Benemar homeworld then?” General Patton said.

“To the Benemar homeworld”

Bento Prime satellites detected incoming ships and rejoiced at the returning of their fleet, they prepared to welcome home their conquering hero’s

Chapter 94 Thoughts

The anticipation for this chapter was really something else. I don’t think I’ve seen people so antsy for spoilers in a while. I’m guessing that was a mix of the previous chapter being out so early, the fact that this chapter is the volume closer, and the eagerness to see even a glimpse of the main cast again after a few months without them – depending on your preferences of course. 

(They did not make an official appearance)

This chapter is odd for me, because the content itself is great and makes for a meta-writing goldmine, but despite how eager I was to get the chapter I didn’t even read through the whole thing until the official release date. Like I wasn’t in a rush to get translations by the time the scanned pages were out. 

Apparently there’s a page citing this all as Marley’s arc, not volume, which makes me think we might not actually be returning to Paradis anytime soon. Couple that with an interview with Isayama scheduled for release next month regarding the direction the story will be taking, that possibility sounds even more likely to me. 

It’s a bold move if true, I’ll say that much.

If there was one thing in particular I wanted from these Marleyan-focused chapters, it was the warrior trio’s backstory. My wish was granted.

Reiner, Eren…turns out you two have more in common than you care to admit.

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Sacrifice (Ignis x Reader)

Here it is, as promised!

Wow. Ok. So I had to stop my devious brain from continuing onto the gory parts because SFW blog. But if anyone wants to add onto that, be my guest. I came pretty close. I need help LOL.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my little twist from the Teaser Trailer for Iggy Pop aka my husband. 

I had to include @hypaalicious‘s speculations of how badass Ignis is during this battle with the intense wave of MT’s. THIS WAS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY. MWAHA 

Tagging: @nifwrites, @hypaalicious, @themissimmortal, @cupnoodle-queen, @stunninglyignis, @itshaejinju, @stephicness, @louisvuittontrashbags, @ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade, @lupanaoflaminar <3

How did you end up here?

You could have sworn only moments ago you were spending your days in bliss, indulging in all the luxuries the City of Altissia had to offer. Food, dancing, gondola rides… wasting your hard earned gil with every passing moment.

You’d forgotten all about your quest in assisting the young Prince, your friend,  to Lady Lunafreya so they could be wed in efforts to end the war between Lucis and Niflheim. You truly came to believe you were only on a fun vacation with your best friends and your lover, Ignis Stupeo Scientia. Only a mere twenty four hours ago, you were strolling down the maze of the city of Altissia, arm in arm with the Royal advisor admiring the breathtaking scenery and architecture.

Of course, all good things must come to an end… just as well as your brief fantasy of a perfect world…

The sky was somber. Dark haunt clouds hung above the city, blocking out the sun entirely. 

The occasional echo of thunder sent nervous chills up your spine as you tried to struggled free from the Magitek Solider’s clawed grip. “Let go of me!” You said through gritted teeth, squirming your body back and forth. “Let go!”

Your eyes drifted over to you left to find Ignis being forced to the floor. He growled threateningly, attempting to continue his intense assault upon the enemy, but there were too many.

They finally stopped you both.

They finally stopped him.

No!” You yelped, watching two MT’s pin him to the ground, holding his hands behind his back. Without wasting a moment, several more standing Magitek Soldiers marched forward, guns in hand.

An assault rifle.

A submachine gun.

A revolver.

And countless others.

They were all being aimed at Ignis.

You halted your struggle to watch the scene unfold before you. Your lungs began to ache and burn causing you to realize you stopped breathing entirely. An intense dizziness washed over you as you watched the Magitek Troopers’ clawed fingers hover over the triggers over their weapons.

“No! No! PLEASE DON’T SHOOT!” You screamed a bloodcurdling cry, lunging forward, shaking free of your captor’s grip only momentarily. Your lunge lead you forward only a few inches before being pulled back into the harsh embrace of the solider, it’s claws digging into your stomach from behind. 

“If this young man doesn’t cause anymore trouble, there will be no need for his life to be lost, my dear,” the familiarity of such a rich, devious, voice caused you to halt your struggle once more. Out of the waves of MT’s that taken you and your lover out of commission, walked the crimson violet haired man you and your friends had… “coincidentally”… ran into several times over the course of your journey through the outskirts of Lucis.

Ardyn Izunia. Chancellor of Niflheim.

You always had your suspicions of the strange man ever since your first meeting at Galdin Quay weeks ago.

“Iggy,” you whispered breathlessly, staring down at the love of your life with fear in your eyes. His left cheek was pressed hard to the ground, allowing him only to glance at you in his peripheral vision.

His glasses were pushed only slightly off his nose, leading them askew from his eyes.

You wanted him to respond. You needed him to respond to you.

His display of combat he put on only minutes ago was astonishing. He destroyed MT’s like it was simple child’s play, switching from his daggers to his lance in the blink of an eye. He could have fared just fine without your help, but together you were unstoppable… or so it seemed. Seeing him so defeated and weak shattered your heart into pieces.

“You both have caused quite a lot of issues for my friends and I, and unfortunately, that mustn’t go overlooked,” he sighed before an wolfish smirk crossed over his features.

“Don’t you dare hurt him,” you threatened, feeling fear consume you. You wouldn’t dare to let it show through, however. 

Ardyn let out a low chuckle, gracefully pushing past his minions, walking toward you. He grabbed on to your arm tightly, dismissing the Magitek Trooper of his duty of restraining you. “Keep on eye on him,” he ordered the solider, gesturing him to take out his weapon and aim it onto the Royal Advisor once more.

Your heart sank.

“I”m doing you a kindness, dear. I promised you; as long as he doesn’t cause any more trouble, he will live to see tomorrow,” he paused. “You on the other hand…” he muttered into your ear as you felt the sharp, cold pressure of a knife gently press against your throat.

“No! Get your hands off them!” Ignis demanded, only being able to struggle slightly under the pressures of his countless restraints.

Ardyn spun the knife to push the flat side against your throat. “Hmm, perhaps we should make things a little bit more interesting Mr. Scientia. Would you care to play a game with me?”

Ignis didn’t respond. His breath began to sound labor as a unfamiliar fury rushed through his emerald eyes. He gritted his teeth, his star burning daggers into Ardyn.

Ardyn let out a breathy chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you could hear his evil smirk as he continued to restrain you from behind. “The game is quite simple, actually.  Though it will make our little predicament all the more… interesting.”

Your heart pounded hard against your rib cage feeling the knife against your skin shift only slightly.

“You, kind sir, get to pick who pays for your crimes. You… or this lovely thing,” Ardyn pushed you forward, forcing Ignis get a better view of the lock he had you in.  

You struggled only slightly, but was quickly stopped as Ardyn turned the sharp end to your neck once more.

“Answer fast. Your little sweetheart is wearing my patience thin…”

Just do it. Do whatever you want with me,” you said, unwavering. “Leave him alone.”

“Ah, ah, ah, I do believe the rules of our little game only allowed Mr. Scientia to pick,” he glance his devious amber eyes to Ignis. “Please, don’t let their noble attempt affect your answer.”

You whimpered, holding your breath. Your eyes began to sting with tears— not only for your own fate, but for Ignis’s. There was no way only one of you would come out of this situation unscathed or a live… No one would be winning this sickening game except for Ardyn.

You wanted it to be you.

You needed it to be you.

He had to chose you.

Whatever sickening torture Ardyn had planed had to happen to you. Ignis didn’t deserve the consideration of such an perilous, yet unknown fate.

“Do what you will with me. Release Y/N,” he spoke calmly, just as he always did.

No! Ignis! What are you doing?!”

He said nothing as you struggled in Ardyn’s arms as his sliver knife left your neck.

“IGNIS!” You repeated, suddenly seething at your boyfriend’s answer. “Just pick me, Six, damn you!” You cursed.

“You. Come here,” Ardyn ordered another Magitek solider to approach him. “Make sure this one sees it all. I want them to enjoy the game we’re playing,” he smiled, forcing you onto the ground beside Ignis. Swiftly, you reached your hand out to him, the tips of you fingers only hardly brushing the smooth skin on his cheek. You felt several pairs of metal claws dig into your back, holding your head to face Ignis, and restraining your wrists … keeping them only inches from your lover.

You dug your nails into the concrete, finally noticing the tiny droplets of rain colliding with your skin causing you to shiver. “Ignis,” you cried out in a breathy whisper, looking at him with pain in your eyes. His gritted teeth relaxed, his green eyes staring into yours lovingly.

“I love you,” he mouthed to you in silence.

“How sweet. Young love has always been a weakness of mine,” Ardyn chuckled sarcastically,  approaching Ignis, knife still in hand. He placed his booted foot on Ignis’s face, trailing it down to the bridge of his nose. With harsh force, he crushed Ignis’s nose, surely breaking it, earning a harsh scream of agony pass his perfect lips. You shut your eyes tight, unable to continue to see him in such pain.

The sound of his glasses shattering ran through your ears.  

“Open you’re eyes, dear,” Ardyn laughed, “You’re not going to want to miss this part.”

Newcomers Pt 8.2

Pt 8.2

Bento Pime was a dark, wet and horrible place, the constant smoke from their generators meant there was permanent smog in the air and dark clouds blocked out the sun and stars. Occasionally they would part and the natives could look up at the sky, but shunned it as natural UV rays were damaging to them. A consequence of generations of living under synthetic lights.

But they had their strengths and that was in war, they were bred for it, moulded by it longed for it. It was the reason why the Alliance accepted them into the fold so that they may direct their focus towards the Alliances enemies for there were many. The Benemar had defeated all of them say for the Gal who seemed to be an unending swarm. Then one can imagine their shame when a seemingly inferior race to them not only defeated their armies but besieged their home world. A shame they had never forgotten and they were now about to be reminded of it.

The Human fleet broke into realspace just outside the farthest planet and began their work of destroying their outposts they had set up, defence satellites, observations posts, garrisons and training grounds. Nearly all fell before they realised what was happening, their was a defence fleet was present but they reacted to slowly to answer the oncoming invasion so fell back to Bento Prime itself. Whereas Terra was often called a Death World this was a Fortress World with enough orbital gun platforms and defence stations as well as the defence fleet to repel any attack. They had been building this defence network since the last time the Humans were here, this time they were intent on keeping the Humans off Benemar soil.

Admiral Winston sat on his chair drinking his tea calmly waiting for his ships to get into position, he had placed his fleet outside weapons range while they readied themselves and the Benemar did the same. He smiled cheerfully to himself, during transit to this system he had received an interesting message from Terra’s President. It was sent to all Generals and Admirals with an interesting development, he was under orders not to tell anyone till it was the right time and he was looking forward to it.

“All ships are in position Admiral shall we order the attack?” reported his coms officer.


“No?” protested his deck officer.

“Have all ships placed on standby and await orders”

“Um…aye sir.

“What does he mean wait?!” Hesky shouted and froze when he noticed Depit stirring in his sleep.

“I don’t know” Hopkins whispered then suddenly let out an mute scream in pain looking down at his ankle “Dammit Sergeant Stabby!!” he whispered a bit louder.

“Actually it’s Lieutenant Stabby now”

“What? How did he get a promotion?” Hopkins asked.

“He stabbed the doctor back on the Alliance fleet”

“Good I hate that guy”

“I think everyone did” Hesky agreed

“Did? As in past tense?”

“Yeah well after he stabbed someone he ran into the doctor and…” Hesky made an cut quick cut throat gesture.

“Oh right, our body juices are deadly to him”

“Oh yes, I pissed on him once…he was not happy well after it melted one his arms was cut off” Hesky laughed.

“We shouldn’t really laugh” Hopkins said trying to suppress his own laughter.

“Why he was an arse” Hesky quickly got to his feet “Can you watch my little one I need to drain the sea monster”

“Why don’t you say toilet like everybody else?”

Hesky walked in and found Jenkins already at one of the urinals, he still had his beer in hand as he didn’t trust anyone not to steal it while he was gone, worse things had been done to those drinks that get left unattended. Hesky left his alone for only a moment and after drinking it again found himself with a boner for 3 days….its the reason he is now a father.


“Hesky” they greeted each other.

Hesky took the urinal next to him and began relieving himself, the silence was awkward so he decided to break it, He looked over his gaze still low. “I didn’t know you were Jewish”

Jenkins slowly turned his head to look at him his eyes wide and face that of confusion.

“And why are you looking?”

“Just making conversation”

“How is that a conversation starter?”

“How is it not?”

Jenkins went to argue but no words left his mouth before he finally said “Touché”

Then someone else entered.

“Hello boys” Karen greeted entering a stall

“Hey Karen” they both replied without turning.

Jenkins then noticed something, Hesky had suddenly stopped, he looked at him confused “Have you stopped mid piss?”

“I can’t go when she is around”


“…she scares me” he said straining.

“So much that instead of pissing yourself you stop pissing yourself, perfectly logical. Well to be honest Cathy scares me”

“Try being married to her”

“See you later boys” Karen said exiting and Hesky suddenly unleashed with a moan. He then turned to Jenkins.

“You’ve been pissing a long time”

“I never needed to go, I just come in here to be alone for a bit”

“Oh…I’ll leave you to it then”

Some hours later the order to attack had still not come through, the Admiral refused to tell anyone why or order the attack and Captain Clerk was getting annoyed and impatient. Could this be some sort of strategy like back on Terra? It was true that a number of fleets did not join them here and were redirected but still. Suddenly the bridge door opened and he turned to see Karen coming in with a large plate.

“I made chocolate chip cookies!!!” he announced and everyone rushed to get one.

“Umm….Karen?” Captain Clerk said biting into one “These aren’t chocolate are they”

“No…THEY’RE RAISINS MWHAHAHAH” she shouted dropping the plate and running out of the door “….Goodbye friends” she added before the doors closed.

“I hate that woman so much” said one of the officers.

“So do I” Sharn agreed making others look at her.

“Didn’t you two just get engaged?”

“……yes which gives me more reason than all of you”

“What are they waiting for?!” shouted High Chief Deeter

“They cannot break our defences maybe they are awaiting reinforcements?” High Chief Seewol suggested.

“No, if we do we will loose our advantage of the stations, they cannot attack us” High Chief Pepeel countered. He was the newest member of the Trinity of High Chiefs after Veetop was assumed dead “We should appeal to the Alliance High command for reinforcements”

“Those cowards will not get involved and besides our communications are being jammed we cannot call for aid from any of our other forces” Deeter said angrily.

“So we sit, and wait” Seewol stated.

“There is little else we can do”

“Should we not prepare out ground forces to intercept their armies?” Pepeel suggested.

“You think they will break our defences?” Seewol shot at him.

“No but preparation would put the warriors minds are ease”

Deeter considered this “Very well, but make sure our other assets are secure”

These assets that he spoke of were the millions of slaves that the Benemar had, although slavery was illegal under Alliance law the law itself does not mention forbidding the Benemar from having them. These were the descendants of the races they had conquered, who were enemies to the Alliance and were all that was left of their kind. They did not know what was happening as they were all suddenly rounded up and placed in cages underground, their masters were being unusually harsh like they were hurrying. Each cage held dozens of slaves with little room to move.

“We did not even finish our work today” said a Geter who were a tripod race and looked similar to insect but were fact reptiles.

“I’m not complaining” said another.

“There is something wrong though, they are worried” said a Fedeq a mole like race, he was the oldest.

“They should be” said a strange voice from the shadows.

They all looked around to find this voice and inside the cage a strange creature appeared that looked nothing like them, it’s armour seemed to let it faze in and out of sight at will and it approached unarmed.

“Who? What are you?” Geter asked, he was shocked by the sudden appearance of this thing even though he was far greater in size.

“Does anyone here now of the time Bento Prime came under siege?” the figure asked.

“Yes” said Fedeq “I remember it, my kind live long enough to remember such things, the Newcomers came and burned this world but did not free us”

“That is a story old man” Geter shouted “You only tell it so the little ones can fall asleep”

“Then explain this Newcomer” he pointed at the figure.

The figure took of her helmet and everyone stared “We are the Newcomers or you may call us Humans, our fleet is about the attack this world and will not stop until all of it lies in ruins. We are also here to give you your freedom”

Just then a number of other Newcomers appeared holding crates filled with weapons.

“If you want it that is”

The Human fleet had shifted it’s position, the Benemar thought that the time had come but still the Humans did not come, they had only change their potion so as not to collide with one of Bento’s moons. Admiral Winston though finally got confirmation on what he was waiting for and now came the time to tell the fleet. He was put on a fleet wide com channel so he may address everyone.

“This is Admiral Winston, what I am about to tell you will change everything, the Alliance high command were the ones who told the Benemar where our homeworld was and thus have betrayed us. As of this moment the high command should be receiving our resignation from the Alliance and expelling all officials from our boarders. But that is not all, the enemy of the Alliance we have been fighting we have been doing under false pretence”

He stopped as his scanner officer told him more ships were breaking warp right next to them, the fleet wide com was still active so those near windows quickly ran to see what was happening.

“Their timing is perfect, let me introduce our new allies, the Gal”

Prompt: “Could you write a fic where the reader and Spock are on a mission and they run into trouble and he does everything he can to protect her since he is madly in love with her?” - Anon

Word Count: 2,026

Author’s Note: Long time, not post, eh? It’s been longer than I’d like, but here’s a piece to make up for lost time. I hope you like it, Anon. Thanks for the wait. 

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Sea dragn Hanzo saving pirate McCree from a shipwreck and adding him to his hoard :)))))

When he awoke, all he could taste was salt and blood.

Jesse coughed hard, curling on his side as sea water poured from his lips, gagging hard as he struggled for air. His body burned and ached all over as he sucked in breaths, mind shaking and numb as it struggled to come to its senses. All he could register was the cold and the pain, until slowly the ringing in his ears faded as his lungs began to work again. He continued to breath hard, though he tried to take in his surroundings and remember his situation.

What had happened? He tried piecing together the night before until suddenly it all came back to him, jerking upright. Captain Reyes, that son of a bitch. He was McCree’s number one enemy on the seas, a sea bandit hired by the Crown to put an end to the piracy problem that was running rampant in His majesty’s oceans. The mother fucker had smashed into Jesse’s ship and set the thing on fire, leaving her to sink beneath the waves with Jesse stranded along with it. He had barely been able to leap overboard in time before the whole thing exploded and disrespected into the dark water, the Deadlock forever gone to the sea. He remembered floating for hours, calling to his men who never appeared, in the blackness that was the open ocean at night, before giving into exhausting and embracing death.

Though death had never come, it seemed. Where he was now was a mystery, and how he got there even more of one. The pirate rose to his feet wearily, his long coat and clothes still soaked, and did an inventory check. He still had his Peacekeeper, but his hat was missing, which made him curse in annoyance. His jewelry, the heavy gold rings he had a habit of wearing on each finger, were gone as well. When had that happened, he wondered as he checked his surroundings. He appeared to be in a cave of some sort, on a rocky outcropping in the center of sea water. Only a few tiny streams of light shone down from above, breaking through the rocky ceiling in thin beams that made the whole room glow gold. The golden glow made him raise an eyebrow, and as he ventured to the edge of the rock on which he stood, he saw its cause and nearly fell into the water from shock.

The entire sea floor of the cave was coated in gold; gold coins, gold statues, chests over flowing with jewelry and goblets and gems that shined through the crystal clear water. McCree could make out suits of armor, gloves, rolls of tapestries, all growing lichens and mollusk, but still shining brightly beneath the waves. It was almost too much for the Pirate to take in; in all his years and all his adventures, Captain McCree had never seen this much gold. He had just a mind to strip off his clothes and dive in, until he heard the splash from behind him.

He spun around in an instant, drawing Peacekeeper and firing without a second thought. Yet the weapon only gave a resounding thud as the hammer fell on wet gun powder. Jesse was glad it had. For before him, peaking out from the water, he could see two dark glowing eyes. A pool of long dark hair flowed around them, hindering his view of what was beneath it, but he didn’t have to see to know. He’d been a sailor long enough to know eyes like that; eyes with slits for pupils that glowed like the moon.



Whatdo you think y'all? Should I keep going?

Angels on Earth

Angels who are adrenaline junkies, chasing danger just hoping it will make them feel alive, feel infinite again. Angels who don’t care about the pain or injuries their adventures may bring; it only helps them feel more like themselves.

Angels who smoke, drink, do drugs, because hey, this body is temporary and wasn’t mine in the first place so what does it matter?

Angels who go out in the desert on clear nights looking for the strange lights in the sky, who go off in the woods looking for cryptids, trying to find something else that isn’t supposed to exist so they feel less alone.

Angels who break any and all laws they find useless, shaking their heads at the petty rules and restrictions placed on humans and at those who form the governments, pathetic humans who somehow find themselves fit to be placed above the rest. Angels who are rebels on earth as well as in heaven, impatiently awaiting the nearest revolution.

Angels who spill the truth about themselves to whoever will listen after one too many drinks or one too many nights stuck inside their own head, who know how delusional they sound but can’t bring themselves to care anymore.

Angels who’ve expertly mastered playing the part of the human they’re wearing, sometimes feeling bad that they’ve deceived so many of their vessel’s loved ones who don’t know that their child, their sibling, their friend, is long gone and replaced by some unfathomable consciousness.

Angels who stay armed at all times, whether it be switchblades in back pockets or revolvers under mattresses. Angels who sleep with a knife on their bedside table just in case their past comes looking for them. Angels who feel naked without a weapon.

Angels with little to no empathy who’ve learned how to portray emotions and reactions as well as anyone who feels, who can almost understand the feelings on a logical and mental level but not entirely. Angels who form attachments with the mind, because they can’t with their heart.

Angels who are a far cry from the selfless beings humans write them off as, who don’t care what happens to humanity, save perhaps for a handful of humans. Angels who only truly care about one or two people, but would level empires for them.

Angels who abandon their charges because they’re beyond help at this point, because they’re uncooperative, because they piss their angel off one too many times.

Angels who recognize each other on the street, perhaps once friends, lovers, enemies. They don’t speak. Their eyes say everything their mouths don’t.

Angels who don’t want to go back to heaven, who would rather stay trapped in an endless cycle of human lives than return to the corrupt shell of what heaven used to be.

Angels who avoid religious establishments like the plague, because how dare any mundane soul claim to know the doctrines of the divine.

Angels who are depressed, who are sick of the empty feeling in their chest, who don’t know how to feel whole again.

Angels that know that even going back to heaven will never heal old wounds, that nothing with ever be the same after their family was torn apart by the war.

Angels who remember nothing of home or who they were, who have only a feeling of divinity burning in their soul as their guiding compass.

Angels who remember too much, who feel it eating away at them every moment of every day, who think their lives would be easier if they could just forget. Angels who resent the knowledge of who and what they are, but know they’d be lost without it.

Angels who were made to destroy instead of create, who lament that humans can’t see that destruction can be just as beautiful and pure and raw as creation.

Angels who don’t remember God, who never knew Him, who don’t care to. Angels who know they wouldn’t get along.

These aching bones

Part One - (AO3)

With old age comes the typical side effects. Aching joints, less energy, and a general dislike of what the body becomes. Jack is no stranger to old age, he was there before the explosion and he’s there after. Being a vigilante doesn’t help the joints or the energy levels, but it gets the job done.

The only upside to old age, is that as an omega, his heats are no longer a potent, crippling hindrance. He can ride the edge of a heat easily now, using what little pheromones an alpha can detect as a way to loosen a tongue. When he was a younger man, they would knock him down for three days.

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Newcomers Pt 16

It was dark, all fires and lights had been forbidden after the fall of Geeda and an evacuation order had gone out but the enemy had been spotted not five miles from their town. A small group of militia volunteers had agreed to stand and fight to defend their homes and at least slow the enemy down. But there had been no sign of them since that message had come, no thunder that was said to precede their arrival brought on by their tower sized machines. No sounds of their tracked vehicles that fired shells that shred their war trucks apart.

Ceten had agreed to volunteer because his father had pushed him into it calling him a coward because he wanted to go with his mother. By Human standards he was only 14 maybe 15 years old but to the Benemar was well past childhood. He had never liked fighting, being the runt of the littler meant he was the smallest and all his brothers and his two sisters had done their father proud and joined the warrior caste. He wanted to be a farmer, to see fields of purple once more flow to the horizon like it said in his books. Those he had had to beg or steal as his father often said reading was for breeders not warriors and had beaten him several times when he found him with a book under his bed. Right now, his father was beside him holding a rifle perched on some hastily constructed barricades made out of cars and furniture. All his siblings were dead, they fell in Geeda and he saw how his father had looked at their portraits and beamed with pride saying they had died honourably and brought great glory even in death. He had then promptly struck Ceten, calling him a failure before retiring for the night. Now his only living child stood shoulder to shoulder with him to avenge their fallen and kill as many of these Humans and Gal as possible. Many stories had reached them long before the fall of Geeda, tales of how the Humans shape shifted and could punch threw iron walls as easily as one may tear through paper.

Small lights shun behind them so that those who’s jobs it was the reload rifles and fire home made mortars could see what they were doing but it was only just enough to see. Beyond the barricade Ceten could barley see his hand in front of his face, he looked up wishing things were like they were in his books. Clear skies that shun with the light of the moon at night and burned with the heat of the sun, and stars, oh how he wanted to see stars. To find the constellations old Benemar used to sail the oceans and navigate at night before the compass.

Whispers were the only audible noise that he heard other than the breathing of his father and beating of his own heart. His father then turned to him and glared at him.

“Be ready son, a flare is about to go up”

“Yes father” he whispered before passing the message to the warrior to his right. Besides everything he was happy, his father had called him son, he had not done that for a very long time. He steadied his rifle and knew that the Humans must be out there, the flare went up and indeed, they were.

Ceten’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped, the Humans were standing only five feet from the barricade in complete silence. It was not just a few either, they stood shoulder to shoulder glaring at him and there must have been thousands of them. How long had they been there? Why had they waited for the flare? Such thoughts left him as the Human in front of him grabbed his rifle with a speed he could not follow struck him. The last he remembered were the shouts and cries of his townsmen as the Humans leaped over the barricade and began their work. Then everything went black.

He awoke some hours later, he knew because it was day and from the height of the sun it was coming to near midday. He had fallen under the barricade and lost conciseness from hitting his head. Grunting as he rose he put his hand to the back of his head and felt for a wound, there was none and he was thankful. Movement above him made him freeze, a Gal was walking along the barricade and moving some things. Looking around he saw the remains of his town, much of the buildings had been burned caught up in the fighting and most likely any Benemar they found were slaughtered. The Humans and their Gal allies had made themselves at home, they moved and looked just as terrifying as the books said. He knew all about the last war and the last time the Humans came to Bento Prime. How they devoured their dead and cooked their still living prisoners alive. He had no wish to die that way, he had no wish to die at all but it seemed that that decision may not be his. He would have to stay exactly where he was until the Humans moved on, most likely after they had devoured everything they could and their hunger spurred them on again looking for new hunting grounds. Luckily some debris from the barricade had fallen on him making a kind of cave that he could stay under and if he was careful watch what was happening outside. But for all his fear he was still curious and wanted to learn about these creatures.

For the most part the Humans did not seem to act too different than his own people, they stood around and spoke to each other and their Gal friends. They drank and ate and were generally just going about their business. But he never saw any of their weapons, not a single one was carrying a rifle, he shifted to look out another part of the wrecked barricade hoping to see this towering machines that walked but it was nowhere in sight.

He scoffed to himself disappointed he would not get to see one, his friends would have been so jealous to hear he saw a walking tower machine. Then the thought occurred, what friends? He had only a few and they were all most likely dead now as they were manning the barricade with him.

And his father? His father had been there and called him his son. Tears came and he struggled and fought the urge to cry. “Only breeders cry” he repeated his fathers words. But he couldn’t help it, he loved his father for all his faults.  

“I found a survivor!” sounded a Human above him looking down through the wooden planks and was beginning to shift them. Panic gripped him like a vine and he thrashed and screamed at them to get away and leave him alone, only then did he notice his leg was caught.

“His leg is pinned under the wreckage” the Human called jumping down and other Humans came to help. The barricade that he had fought on was shifted with surprising ease and a Gal tentacle reached in and pulled him free. He screamed as the Humans gathered around him, they were going to tear him apart and eat him he knew it. He cried and thrashed waiting for the moment he felt their teeth on his skin. But it never came, he stopped shouting and slowly calmed down his eyes low and slowly looked at the one Human holding onto his arm, smiling at him.

It was a warm smile meant to comfort him and she showed no sign of aggression, she was not even armoured or armed. He looked around and the other Humans were also smiling at him and the Gal hung back behind them.

“Have you calmed down now?” said the female human who had hold of his arm.

“Um…yes” he said meekly.

Her smiled widened and a small chair was placed behind him and she placed him on it while another Human inspected his injured leg.

“A small cut, nothing broken, you’re a tough one” he said and reached into his bag “This will stop it getting infected” the Human said and sprayed something on his leg that stung a little and was bandaged. Then the Human got up and handed him a small white stick with a ball on the tip that was orange in colour, patted him on the head and left.

He looked at the strange thing the Human had gave him and looked at the others who giggled, the female who sat beside him took it and took off the small wrapping and put the lolly in his mouth. His mouth exploded with the sweet taste and his smile brought one to hers.

“My name is Karen, what’s yours?”

“C-c-…Creten” he whispered the lolly still in his mouth.

“Nice to meet you Creten, are you hungry?”

He nodded and she took his hand and lead him through the Human camp.

He looked around as he was lead past countless Humans who all smiled at him or greeted him warmly, he began to wonder if these were Humans at all, they were nothing like they were supposed to be in his books. The Gal even watched him but showed more a curious interest than an intent to kill.

Then they reached a place where there were more Benemar.

“Farther!” Creten screamed and ran into his fathers embrace, he was horrified to see his father had lost his right arm but he was hugged all the tighter with his left.

“My son” he said as Creten buried his head in his fathers chest tears once more flowing freely.

“Ah perfect timing” Karen said as one of the cooks came pushing a trolley.

“We know you are purely carnivores but we did not want to give you just plain chicken so we made you all chicken soup” he called to the Benemar who all regarded him with a mixture of hatred and suspicion.

Creten moved and went to him and was handed a bowl and poured some and handed a spoon, he turned and ran back to his father and gave it to him. His father looked at it and at his son who had gone back for his own.

Creten sat down in front of his father and began eating this Human food they had been given. None of the Benemar moved and the cook was standing there waiting patiently for the others to decide to move on their own. His son was eating it vigorously, he had not eaten anything like it and was incredibly hungry. Creten’s father looked around, they were not held in a prison, there was not even a fence, there was just a small area next to a tank with some sheets thrown over them to shield them from the sun and wind. There were not even any guards, where these Humans so confident that they did not even guard them. He looked down at the bowl seeing the different colours of the soup as the Human had called it, slowly he took a mouthful and seeing one of their elders eating the others slowly made their way to get their own helping.

Little tidbits of headcanons for the Ravagers that I couldn’t include in a full-blown one:

Cooking is a little group project, because none of the Ravagers can cook really well, but each one has one or two easy things that they can somehow mash together and cook in a pan without burning it. The ones who really can cook are Kraglin and Peter, because those had family once and can still remember a few dishes they were taught.

At some point, the few of them who can cook learned to do a few Terran dishes, like pancakes or pizza, so they could cook it for Peter when he had done an especially good job. Not like they would tell him the occasion, though, they insist that they just like the food.

Yondu actually can fight without his arrow, be it with fists, guns or with other weapons. It’s just that the arrow is easily the most powerful weapon he owns and the one that gives him most control over the situation. Plus he hates fights were he really has to make contact with the enemy – it reminds him of his time as a battle slave.

He is also the one who helps with Peter’s training when the boy has become old, strong and smart enough to beat Tullk and Oblo. It’s the first time Peter sees Yondu without his coat and west, and the first time he sees all the scars littering the Centaurian’s body.
Peter doesn’t dare to ask, but the fact that he only blinks and goes back into stance instead of starring like an idiot makes Yondu bite back a proud, almost grateful grin.

Oblo loves to carve little things out of wood, plastic or metal, whatever he can get his hands on. He’s frankly good at it. He also has a soft spot for Peter, so especially during the first few months, he spends a lot of his free time creating little toys and figurines for the homesick boy.
Peter still owns a few of them and later gives them to Groot to play with them, if the little tree promises to be careful with them.

The few Ravagers that like Peter’s music – for example Kraglin – could sometimes, when they feel like they’re not being watched, be caught dancing along to the tunes they are humming under their breath while doing their jobs.
The first time Peter catches one of them doing that, he lets out a victorious scream and insists on telling everyone that someone likes his music, and he ends up being chased through the whole ship under great laughter from everyone.

Peter trains his pickpocketing skills on the crew. He was a fast learner, and it happens very, very often that someone suddenly was missing a gun, a knife, a wallet or even a fake-eye.
Peter tries to pickpocket Yondu, too, and sometimes the Centaurian even lets him. Peter’s respect from the man is still so high that he  comes back to hand it over pretty soon, grinning crookedly until Yondu laughs and pats him on the back a little too hard.

Little Peter falls often asleep on the men’s back, being carried by them as not to get lost in crowds. Somehow – and nobody dares to question it – he’s always, always and without fault passed over to Yondu or Kraglin as soon as that happens so that they can take care of the sleeping boy.
It’s one of the things Peter can’t remember anymore from his childhood.

MirrorVerse Vox Machica Headcanons:

> Vex’ahlia & Vax’ildan wind up on the streets of Stillben after burning Syngorn down, after Vex finds Trinket and happily eviscerates his captors, after the twins find their mother’s town burned to cinders. They don’t let one another out of sight, not even for the day, so Vax accompanies Vex into the forest, and Vex joins the Clasp.
   They’re on a job with a number of other Clasp members, breaking into a mage’s inner sanctum, when someone misses a trap—a trap that kills Vex instantly. Before anyone can really register it, the oblivious thief has his throat slit, and Vax is running down the street with Vex’s body in his arms. They come to the temple of the Raven Queen, and Vax threatens a novice into attempting a resurrection ritual, offering himself. He has nothing else of value. The Raven Queen doesn’t answer, but something else does. Something that calls itself the Whispered One. In exchange for Vex’s life, the twins are to go north to Whitestone; Vax agrees, of course he does, and Vex rises from the alter, eyes dark and skin cold. She takes the acolyte as her first meal, and Vax watches pitilessly. As long she’s with him, nothing else matters. 

> Keyleth is about to leave for her Aramente when a green dragon descends upon Zephra, killing several druids with one breath, then snatched one of the elders up, demanding their aid in curing it from some virulent disease. Her father grabbed Keyleth by the shoulders and told her to flee, to get to one of the other tribes and enlist their aid. She managed to make it to the Earth Ashari in Terrah, but found that the town had already been destroyed—buildings melted, the bodies of the druids ripped apart and left where they la— and, horrified, the druid just wandered her way back into the woods, slowly going feral and vicious alone in the wilderness.

> Pike Lightheart comes from a long line of clerics of Sarenrae, though her grandfather broke from the goddess and turned to a life of crime. He was a cruel, miserly old gnome, but he was the only family Pike had. It took a goliath—Grog, he called himself—stepping in when Wilhand had raised his hand to her yet again for her to get free of him. She never felt as free as when Grog offered her a hand up, and together they walked away from Wilhand’s broken body.
     They tried going back to the Herd of Storms, but the goliaths had no use for a gnome among their ranks, and immediately turned on them. Grog wasn’t able to stop them from advancing, and quickly got the shit beaten out of him. Pike, panicking and terrified for her new friend, she heard a dark whisper in  mind, promising her power, promising the destruction of her enemies, promising her revenge, and Pike accepted. The goddess Calistria blessed her then, and Pike threw a sacred flame into their faces, smoke curling off of it and into their lungs. A few fell coughing, and the rest ran from the tiny gnome standing over her new friend, whose snarling face now cast fear into their hearts.

- Tibereus Stormwind, youngest member of the magic guild in Draconia, is also the youngest ex-member. He began studying fell magics, once his mind wandered and his request to travel out in the world had been denied, magics that had long been forbidden among the dragonborn. But he wanted more than anything to wander the world, to discover what it held, and after being denied his wish one too many times, he turned all that he learned on the council. They tried to imprison him—tried— only for him to decimate the guards and destroy the prison. He simply left, after that, and the council exiled him as a matter of course.

- Scanlan Shorthalt has been kicked out of more inns and taverns and travelling troupes than he can recall. Other people just don’t seem to get his sense of humor, can’t seem to take a joke. And those drummers deserved what they got, thinking just because he’s a gnome he’d take their shit. He destroyed the goblin tribe that hurt his mother, singing at the top of his lungs through his tears, striking them with lightning, one bolt after the other, pushing them back until they had no place to run but right onto his blade. After all that, he’s not scared of any damn thing the world can throw at him. His songs have power, he has the charm, and he’s not going to let other people’s petty morality get in the way of him squeezing every ounce of life out of the world.

Percival Fredrickson von Mussel Kowalski de Rolo III is slowly going insane in Whitestone. The town is small and full of simple-minded townsfolk. His siblings are, largely, simpering gits. His parents disapprove of his experiments, won’t give him the funds to improve the weapon he’s been working on, and to top it all off, they’re expecting him to make an advantageous marriage to some perfectly respectable baron’s daughter. Which would be fine if she wasn’t a complete and utter bore. It’s all “stop blowing up parts of the castle, Percival, you can’t try your pepperbox out on the servants, Percival, no acid at the dinner table Percival.” Contempt builds in him by the day, but he stays his hand; he doesn’t want to rule, and it would be more trouble than it’s worth to try and oust his parents, Julius, Julius’ son and Vesper.  
     That changes when a small, eclectic band makes their way to Whitestone, and their gorgeous half-elven leader makes him a deal; let them into the castle, and he’ll have all the funds he could ever wish for his experiments, as well as all the test subjects he could need. The Free City of Whitestone falls that night. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Kingdom Come Pt. 3 [Damian Wayne x Reader] AU

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Princess!Reader

Warnings: It’s here

Word Count: 947

TAGS: @damiwayni @randomfandomtrashthings @wtfisachoncexx @iamthenightiambatman @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @kpkarlee @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian @yoichooseno

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The townhouses were burning, people were running, soldiers were lying lifelessly on the muddy road and the fire radiated intense heat. The stench of blood and corpses hung in the air. Children were crying for their mothers, some sitting helplessly beside the body of their parents or older siblings. There were burning piles of what could only be assumed as the dead. It seemed everything was dyed red; the ground, the clothing of the fallen, their dirt-covered skin.

“Cover yourself.” [F/N] heard Damian whisper into her ear as he forced her hood over her head. He maneuvered the horse around the bodies lying mangled on the road. However, she barely registered his command. There were too many thoughts swirling in her head for her to register anything.

When they approached the castle, arrows flew towards them. Damian drew his sword and deflected them all, his arm wrapped around [F/N], protecting her from harm. They quickly got off the horse as unfamiliar soldiers surrounded them, their weapons coated with blood.

Damian pushed [F/N] back. “Stay behind me.” he ordered, staring at his enemies with cold, unforgiving eyes. There was a moment of silence, then the sound of thunder tore that silence apart and the battle commenced.

The young princess stared at Damian as he flawlessly took down his enemies one by one. Even when outnumbered, he seemed to have no problem in destroying them. However, he also showed no mercy. Seeing the way they fell to the ground, a new, alarming thought came into her mind; her parents. With newfound fear running through her veins, [F/N] turned away and ran towards the throne room, ignoring the cries from Damian.

As she sprinted down the hallway, lifting her dress up just like how she did in the grove, she noticed the remains of the castle servants. Her eyes burned when she recognized them; they were such good people, such loyal subjects. They didn’t deserve such cruelty. They deserved happiness and freedom, yet because they were here, in her kingdom, in her home… they suffered this undeserving fate.

When she reached the throne room, [F/N] hesitated. She had no idea what she would find behind those large doors, but she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of. She knew that behind the doors was a sight she wouldn’t like to see, but she mustered her courage and pushed the door open.

However, before she could open it fully, someone gripped her arm, causing her to gasp and panic. When she saw those familiar emerald eyes of Damian’s though, she relaxed. Her eyes urged him to allow her to enter the room, but Damian simply shook her head and nodded his head towards what they could see through the small opening of the door.

[F/N] peeked through the opening and she knew that what she saw would be forever plastered in her mind.

Her father, her strong, courageous father was kneeling on the floor, holding what was unmistakably her mother. He was shaking–in sadness or in anger, [F/N] couldn’t tell, but she could tell the crimson liquid that soaked her mother’s dress. She could see how her mother laid still, how her hand laid there, drained of life.

[F/N] covered her mouth to stop the cry that would’ve left it. A few tears slid down her face and she wanted nothing more than to run in there and hold her mother for herself, but Damian’s hold on her prevented her from doing so.

“Don’t. You’ll only get yourself killed.” Damian said quietly to her ear.

“You’ll pay.” [F/N] heard her father growl, lifting his head up to face his attacker with grief-stricken eyes. “You will pay, and when that day comes, I will marvel in your despair.”

“I’d like to see your pathetic followers try, old man.” his attacker mocked, gripping the sword tighter. [F/N] knew what was going to happen next, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Any last words, your majesty?

Her father stared at his wife’s killer and spat out, “go burn in hell.”

[F/N]’s eyes followed the sword as it was lifted up. Her hand fell when it came down, and a scream–muffled by Damian’s hand which came to cover her mouth–erupted from her throat when it went through her father’s neck. His head rolled aimlessly on the floor, creating a disgusting trail of blood.

She struggled against Damian’s hold on her and tried to reach her parents, her caring parents who had been slaughtered in cold blood, but Damian wouldn’t allow her. He ignored her pleas and tears and instead picked her up and ran the opposite direction.

“D-Damian! Damian let me go!” she begged, hitting him to no avail.

He placed her on the horse, and when she tried to get off he stopped her. He looked at her sternly, but his voice when he spoke was soft and gentle, “my duty is to protect you, my princess. I beg of you, let me fulfill it.”

[F/N] stared at him through her tears, and although she was angry and miserable and shocked and confused all at the same time, she found herself nodding. She stayed on the horse as Damian climbed on, and she stayed on as he commanded it to run, run as far away from her home as possible.

Droplets of rain began to fall and soon it became a downpour as the world wept for the tragedy that occurred, but no amount of rain could wash the blood that tainted the soul of the princess of a kingdom that was now lost.