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Did yk about golden knight and ice wizard? These two gays are frying me so bad
୧ ‧₊˚ Golden Knight x Ice Wiazrd for you lil' bro *.✧
synopsis: In a realm where magic dictates destiny and battles are fought with elemental might, the reclusive Ice Wizard finds his solitary existence challenged by an unexpected visitor: the charismatic Golden Knight. Known for his defiant smile and effortless charm, the Knight stumbles upon the Wizard's frosty abode with a peculiar proposition: to transform his formidable ice magic from a weapon of war into a source of delight.
What begins as a whimsical experiment—turning pure ice and new moon essence into a delectable treat—soon blossoms into an unlikely partnership. As the Ice Wizard meticulously crafts new flavors, each one a testament to his burgeoning creativity, the Golden Knight becomes his most ardent, and unpaid, connoisseur. Their shared venture, an ice cream business that unexpectedly sweeps across the kingdom, brings them closer than either anticipated, melting the Wizard's icy demeanor with every shared spoonful.
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"Ice Cream"
"Have you ever thought about using your powers for something other than freezing enemies?" The question came out of nowhere, just as the Ice Wizard was twirling the ice crystal between his fingers. He looked up slowly, surprised. At the doorway of his small wooden and ice hut, the Golden Knight was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a defiant smile.
Ice Wizard frowned. “And what else would I do?” He brushed imaginary dust from his blue-tinged clothes, as he always did when he was nervous. Golden Knight entered without ceremony, walking past him as if the house were his own. The scent of the golden metal of his armor mingled with the cold air of the room, creating a strange combination that Ice Wizard couldn’t decide whether he hated or loved.
“Something useful,” Golden Knight replied, playing with his blond hair and letting it fall over his shoulders. “Something people will like.” He was looking at the shelves filled with shiny vials, each containing different types of magical ice. Ice Wizard followed his gaze, trying to figure out what he wanted.
That was when Golden Knight picked up one of the smaller vials, shaking it curiously. “This here… looks delicious.” Ice Wizard nearly fell backward. “Delicious? That’s pure ice with new moon essence, isn’t it—” But before he could finish, Golden Knight had already opened the vial and licked the contents. His eyes lit up as if he’d discovered a treasure.
"You’re kidding me," Ice Wizard muttered, but Golden Knight just laughed, tossing the empty vial back onto the shelf. "No, I’m completely serious. You could sell this. Call it... I don’t know, ice cream?" The word sounded strange coming from him, but Ice Wizard couldn’t help but smile slightly. The idea was ridiculous. Absurd. And, somehow, irresistible.
The ice cream became an obsession. Ice Wizard would never have imagined that his icy magic, once meant only for battlefields, could create something that made Golden Knight’s eyes sparkle like that. It was almost annoying how the knight showed up every afternoon, knocking on the door with that carefree laugh and a “anything new today?” slipping out from between his white teeth. Ice Wizard pretended to be annoyed, but he already had an entire shelf reserved for the jars Golden Knight liked best.
The first week was the worst. Or the best—it depended on your point of view. Ice Wizard spent sleepless nights tweaking formulas, testing textures, adding touches of lunar magic here and there just to see Golden Knight’s reaction. When the knight tasted the first batch with raspberry essence, his moan was so indecent that Ice Wizard almost froze him on the spot. “This is… perfect,” Golden Knight murmured, licking his lips in a way that made Ice Wizard look at the floor, suddenly interested in his boots.
The business grew unintentionally. First came the other champions of the kingdom, hearing about that “icy delight” and showing up at the cabin with coins in hand. Then came the villagers, then merchants from distant kingdoms. Ice Wizard never wanted to be a pastry chef, but there was something about it—the way people smiled when they tasted his ice cream, the way Golden Knight stood by his side, tasting every new flavor before anyone else—that made his chest ache in a strange way.
Golden Knight, of course, never paid. “It’s my right as the official first taster,” he’d say, scooping another spoonful from the pot of vanilla with mint stars that Ice Wizard had just made. Ice Wizard would roll his eyes, but he never stopped him. Especially because, secretly, he liked those moments. He liked the way Golden Knight tilted his head when the flavor was especially good; he liked the silly comments about how “this would melt even the Golem’s heart.”
One afternoon, while Ice Wizard was stirring a new batch with magic sugar crystals, Golden Knight arrived earlier than usual. His hair was wet, as if he’d just stepped out of the shower, and his armor was a little looser than normal. He leaned against the counter, watching in silence for a while. “You never admitted that you decided to do this because I told you to,” he remarked, grabbing an uninvited spoon and dipping it into the pot. Ice Wizard almost protested—that batch wasn’t ready yet—but something in Golden Knight’s expression made him hesitate.
Ice Wizard held the spoon in the air, frozen mid-motion. Golden Knight’s smile was unbearably smug, as if he’d uncovered a secret that not even Ice Wizard admitted to himself. “I was just bored,” he lied, turning his face away to hide the blush rising to his pale cheeks. “And you talk too much.”
Golden Knight laughed, a sound that echoed through the cabin like golden bells. “Sure, sure.” He licked the spoon slowly, deliberately, and Ice Wizard felt a chill that had nothing to do with his powers. “It’s just that I noticed you started adding cinnamon after I mentioned I liked it. And that batch of strawberry with rose petals? Right on my birthday.”
“Coincidence,” Ice Wizard muttered, but his voice came out weaker than he intended. He tried to focus on the ice cream bowl, but Golden Knight was too close now, the heat of his body contrasting with the icy air of the kitchen. His fingers, without the gloves of his armor, were too close to his own as he took another spoonful.
"You know," Golden Knight murmured, leaning forward until his blond hair almost touched Ice Wizard’s silver hair, "I never told you what else I like about this ice cream."
Ice Wizard swallowed hard. “What?” The word came out as a hoarse whisper.
Golden Knight’s smile widened, the corners of his lips curving upward as if he knew exactly the effect his words had. “The fact,” he began, scooping another spoonful from the tub between them, “that you make each one with me in mind.” The spoon glinted in the dim light of the cabin as he brought it to his mouth, his eyes never leaving Ice Wizard’s. “Even when you pretend you don’t.”
Ice Wizard felt the heat rise up his neck, so intense he almost expected to see steam rising from his own skin. “That’s—” He tried to protest, but the words died on his lips as Golden Knight licked his lips, leaving a shiny streak of ice cream at the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, Ice Wizard reached out, his thumb almost touching the knight’s face before hesitating in midair. “You… have a bit of—”
Golden Knight seized his wrist before he could pull back, guiding Ice Wizard’s hand to his own face. His skin was warm against the wizard’s icy fingers, a contrast so jarring it almost hurt. “Show me,” he murmured, and there was something in the tone of his voice that made Ice Wizard forget how to breathe.
The touch was gentler than he intended, just his thumb brushing the corner of the Golden Knight’s lips, wiping away the ice cream with a motion that felt too intimate for something so simple. Ice Wizard could feel the heat of the knight’s breath against his fingers; he could see how his eyes darkened as he watched every tiny movement.
“You’re trembling,” Golden Knight observed, his voice low as if sharing a secret. Ice Wizard hadn’t noticed, but now he felt the small tremors in his own hands, so strange for someone who controlled ice with such precision. “It’s not from the cold,” Golden Knight continued, his fingers gently closing around Ice Wizard’s wrist as if it were something precious.
Ice Wizard tried to pull back, but his feet seemed rooted to the cabin’s icy floor. “It’s just… a side effect of the magic,” he lied, feeling his pulse quicken beneath Golden Knight’s fingers. The knight didn’t seem convinced, his smile taking on a softer, almost tender edge. “Magic, is it?” He pulled Ice Wizard a little closer, until the space between them was just a breath of cold air. “Then explain to me why it only happens when I’m here.”
Ice Wizard’s heart leapt against his ribs, a movement so violent he feared Golden Knight might feel it. His fingers were still pressed against the knight’s face, the tip of his thumb now resting lightly on his lower lip. It was minimal contact, but it seemed to burn more than any fire spell he’d ever faced. “You—” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat, trying to regain control. “You’re exaggerating.”
Golden Knight laughed, a low, warm sound that made Ice Wizard clench his teeth. “I never exaggerate,” he murmured, tilting his head until his blond strands brushed against the Ice Wizard’s silver forehead. “But you… you avoid it.” His breath was sweet, still carrying the taste of vanilla ice cream, and the Ice Wizard felt inexplicably drawn to that sweetness.
For a mad moment, he imagined what it would be like to close the distance, to taste the ice cream on Golden Knight’s lips instead of on a spoon. The idea was so shocking that he let out a small sigh, his eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings. Golden Knight noticed—of course he noticed—and his smile deepened. “Ah,” he said, as if he’d discovered something monumental. “That’s why you never look me in the eye when I taste your ice cream.”
Ice Wizard felt the heat rise to his ears, so intense that he feared his silver hair might begin to melt. “You’re making things up,” he protested, but his voice came out weak, lacking conviction. Golden Knight released his wrist only to run his fingers through his, intertwining them with a naturalness that left Ice Wizard breathless. “Making things up isn’t my style,” he replied, his thumb gently rubbing the coldest part of Ice Wizard’s hand. “But I admit I’m… curious.”
Golden Knight’s curiosity was like a flame that Ice Wizard didn’t know how to extinguish. He could freeze entire rivers, but those golden eyes burned through his defenses as if they were made of something stronger than magic. When the knight’s fingers squeezed his with that unbearable confidence, Ice Wizard felt the ice in his veins begin to crack.
“What kind of curiosity?” he asked, and his voice sounded strangely hoarse, as if he’d swallowed snow. Golden Knight smiled, that slow smile that always left Ice Wizard with the feeling he was about to lose some game he didn’t even know he was playing. “You know very well,” he murmured, leaning forward until their noses almost touched. Golden Knight’s breath was sweet, warm, and Ice Wizard closed his eyes for a moment, as if he could hide from that closeness.
And then—
It was like being struck by a spell he hadn’t been able to foresee. Golden Knight’s lips met his with a gentleness that contradicted all the knight’s usual arrogance. It was hot, it was sweet, it was everything Ice Wizard had feared and secretly desired. His icy fingers clenched around Golden Knight’s, not to push him away, but because the world seemed to have turned upside down, and those hands were the only thing that felt real.
The kiss tasted of vanilla and something deeper, something Ice Wizard had no name to describe. He was about to surrender completely, about to forget that anything existed beyond those lips and that warm hand intertwined with his, when—
The cabin door burst open with a crash, nearly torn from its hinges by the impact. Ice Wizard and Golden Knight pulled apart abruptly, their lips still tinged with the taste of the other. Standing in the doorway, the imposing figure of Berserker blocked out the sunlight, his double-bladed axe slung across his back and his red hair billowing like flames in the wind.
“By Odin, what is that smell of cheap romance?” she roared, striding in with heavy footsteps that made the floor shake. Her iron-brown eyes darted from Golden Knight—his fingers still intertwined with Ice Wizard’s—to the ice cream tubs slowly melting on the counter. “I came for the ice cream, not to interrupt… whatever this is.” Her upturned nose wrinkled in disdain, but there was a barely concealed curiosity in the corners of her eyes.
Ice Wizard released Golden Knight’s hands as if they were made of lava, wiping his own on his blue tunic with a movement too quick to be casual. “We weren’t—” he began, but Berserker cut off his protest with a grunt.
“Spare me, Ice Wiz. My mother has told me stories of love goblins more subtle than the two of you.” She snatched a random jar from the shelf—strawberry with pepper—and plunged her stubby fingers straight into the mixture. Ice Wizard swallowed a comment about hygiene while Golden Knight, damn him, just laughed and leaned back against the counter as if the situation were the funniest thing in the world.
Miner had never been one to think much about the consequences. Maybe that was why he always ended up in strange situations—like now, lying on his back on the stone floor of his room, staring at the ceiling while trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night in his head.
The last thing he remembered was the party at the Arena. Everyone drunk, that idiotic competition of who could withstand the most humps from Mega Knight without passing out, and then… Well, then things got a little hazy. He felt a strange weight in his stomach when he tried to turn onto his side, and a dull ache throbbed in his back.
"Are you alive in there?" The Princess's hoarse voice came from the doorway, accompanied by the strong smell of coffee. She was holding a steaming cup and looking at him with an expression somewhere between amused and worried.
"More or less," Miner grunted, rubbing his eyes. "What the hell happened yesterday?"
The Princess smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Oh, nothing much. Just you losing badly to Mega Knight, drinking until you forgot your own name, and then... well, let's just say you two decided to 'end the night with a bang.'" She made air quotes with her fingers, and Miner felt the blood drain from his face.
Miner swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his back. He looked at his own stomach, which seemed a little more... rounded than usual. "Wait a minute," he murmured, pressing his hands against his abdomen. A sharp pain made him shrug. "This can't be real."
The Princess took a sip of her coffee, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, it's very real. Even the Barbarian King is betting on whether a mini-Miner or a junior Mega Knight will be born." She tilted her head, examining his stomach curiously. "Looks like it's growing fast already, huh? Must be Mega Knight's accelerated DNA."
Before he could answer, the bedroom door burst open, and Mega Knight appeared in the frame, his armor scratched and with a look that mixed pride and guilt. "Are you... alright?" he asked, his voice echoing inside his helmet.
Miner almost jumped out of bed. "What did you do to me?!"
Mega Knight raised his hands defensively. "Look, I was just as drunk as you! I don't even remember exactly how it started, I just remember it was... intense." He hesitated, then added: "But I'll take care of you. And the... the baby." The last word came out somewhat choked, as if he still couldn't believe what he was saying.
Miner opened his mouth to protest, but another sharp pain in his stomach made him double over with a groan. The Princess chuckled and stood up, passing the coffee cup to Mega Knight. "Looks like someone's jealous of the attention," he commented, patting Miner on the shoulder before leaving the room, leaving the two alone.
Mega Knight hesitated, then awkwardly knelt beside the bed, his armor creaking. "I... brought this for you," he murmured, extending a tray with burnt toast and orange juice. "They say it helps with nausea." Miner looked at the food, then at the face hidden by the helmet, and something in the giant warrior's tense posture made his own resentment lessen a little.
"I don't know anything about that," Miner admitted, taking a piece of toast and biting cautiously. "About... pregnancy. I didn't even know it was possible." He frowned, feeling a strange movement under his skin—quick, almost imperceptible.
Mega Knight tilted his head, as perplexed as he was. "Me neither. But the Mage Clan has already been notified. They have books... ancient things." He hesitated again, then added, more quietly: "You don't have to do this alone."
we are wayyy past due for reference updates on the Retyrement AU; December of last year was the AU's 4th anniversary, hard to believe i've been drawing these old people for that long lmao
if you're new to inscryption or my account, this is my AU where all the scrybes are retired humans living in the same old folks home; they still play cards, but mostly get into various petty interpersonal dramas and spend time with their families with varying degrees of enthusiasm
my buddy @squid-hug made the original textpost that birthed this concept because he's the funniest guy alive, and i've been both drawing art and writing an accompanying fanfic for it ever since; the fanfic's on its 29th chapter and counting and i'm bafflingly flattered every day by how many folks seem to enjoy this wild soap opera as much as i do haha
The Miner's evolution represents a significant mechanical transformation in Clash Royale gameplay. 🔗Miler🔗, a dedicated young miner, emerges from the ground with his spectral guardian 🔗Lenin🔗, creating a unique combat dynamic where two characters act in synergy during a limited activation period.
Core Mechanic: Emergence and Activation
When Miler emerges from the ground, he triggers an area-of-effect damage event that affects all nearby enemy troops, while simultaneously summoning Lenin, his ghost guardian. During this 30-second activation period, Lenin remains active and engaged in defensive combat, protecting Miler from ground troop damage; spells can still directly affect Miler and Lenin can't take any damage.
Activation Characteristics:
Duration: 30 seconds
Miler's Immunity: While Lenin is active, Miler only takes damage from spells and towers.
Emergence Damage: Area-of-effect damage upon emergence (values to be balanced).
Active Protection: Lenin interacts with enemy troops throughout the duration.
Combat Statistics
Miler (Tower Attack)
Damage per Attack: 52 damage
Attack Speed: 1 attack every 1.3 seconds (0.7 when speed buff)
Damage Rate: ~74.3 damage per second
Lenin (Troop Combat)
Damage per Attack: 250 damage
Target: Exclusively enemy troops
Function: Defense and field control
Combat Synergy
The central mechanic of the evolution lies in the division of responsibilities between the two characters:
Phase 1 - Active Protection (0-30 seconds): Miler focuses his attack on the enemy tower while Lenin defends against troops. Miler receives high damage immunity during this period, allowing for an accumulation of tower damage without interruption. Lenin, simultaneously, neutralizes enemy offensive threats with his 250 damage attacks.
Attack Speed Buff: While Lenin is in active combat against enemy troops, Miler receives an increase in his tower attack speed. This buff amplifies Miler's damage rate, allowing him to maximize damage during the protection window.
Potential Damage Calculation:
Miler's base damage in 30 seconds: ~2,229 damage (74.3 dps × 30s)
With attack speed buff: Value increased proportionally to the buff's magnitude.
Lenin's damage against troops: Up to 250 damage per target, with potential for multiple targets depending on attack speed.
Tactical Dynamics
The Miner's evolution introduces strategic decisions for both players:
For the Offensive Player:
Maximize tower damage during the 30-second window.
Position additional troops to support after protection expires.
Manage Lenin's attack sequence against multiple threats.
For the Defensive Player:
Anticipate emergence and prepare troop defense.
Avoid sending high-value troops during Lenin's activation.
Prepare counter-attack after the 30 seconds of protection expire.
Limitations and Vulnerabilities
After Expiration (30+ seconds):
Miler loses immunity and begins to take normal damage.
Lenin deactivates and no longer protects.
Miler becomes vulnerable to coordinated counter-attacks.
Defensive Counter-play:
Troops with area-of-effect damage can be effective after expiration.
Control troops can isolate Miler after Lenin deactivates.
Critical defensive timing to minimize damage during the 30-second window.
Furthermore, Miller is vulnerable to air troops, tower damage, and any type of spell.
Technical Summary
The Miner's evolution represents a temporary protection system with amplified damage, rewarding strategic positioning and precise timing while creating clear vulnerabilities for defensive counter-play.
Lenin was at the height of his career as foreman of Mine Gallery 7: numerous awards, achievements, discoveries... but his biggest problem was his carelessness. He was 32 when he nearly fell into an abyss deep in the mines, but he insisted it was no big deal and always downplayed the danger of the tunnels. Just as he turned 40, on the verge of being promoted to gallery foreman, an ironic misfortune struck: while moving through one of the tunnels, he kicked a support beam and the ceiling collapsed, burying Lenin under tons of rock and earth.
When he realized it, he was no longer in his physical body. He tried to reach the other miners, desperate for help. He shouted, screamed, and tried to push them toward where his body lay, but none of the miners noticed the ghost’s presence; they only commented on the sudden chill in the air.
Two days after Lenin’s disappearance, his body was found buried in the rubble. He became an icon for the veterans and a legend for the newcomers. Since then, there has been a portrait of Lenin in the boss’s office, representing the position he never had the chance to take on.
Over time, Lenin mastered his ghostly form and discovered ways to get the other miners’ attention. He decided and committed himself to being their guardian, thus preventing them from suffering an embarrassing death like the one he had.
Four decades later, the older miners began retiring and newcomers started arriving... 🔗Miler🔗, a young man with little life experience, entered Gallery 7 with no ill intent. Lenin spent most of the day saving Miler from falling into chasms, keeping him out of the range of controlled explosions, and even preventing him from being run over by a mine cart full of coal. The ghost barely had time to see the other miners because Miler was always in trouble and never noticed anything; it was just a chill to him.
In the end, Lenin realized that leaving Miler alone for too long wasn’t a good idea and volunteered himself to be the boy’s guardian because he knew Miler wouldn’t last more than 12 hours without dying inside the mines.
A curious fact: Lenin didn't like using the traditional candle in his helmet because he realized it didn't illuminate the ores well, so he had a lamp attached to his belt, thus illuminating the ores perfectly.
୧ ‧₊˚ Clash Royale x Dragon Ball smut crossover requested by oomfie :3 ✮˚.⋆
synopsis: In a fantasy and combat setting, Goku Black, a powerful and sadistic being, finds himself in a valley where he detects an unusual energy. In search of a worthy challenge, he encounters Mega Knight, an imposing and armored figure. Initially, Goku Black underestimates his opponent, mocking his appearance. However, Mega Knight reveals surprising strength and resilience, leading Goku Black to a state of excitement and desire for a more intense confrontation. The battle transforms into a game of domination and submission, with Goku Black provoking Mega Knight and seeking pleasure in pain and violence. The narrative culminates in an explicit and brutal sexual act, where Mega Knight silences Goku Black in a violent manner.
warnings: This material contains explicit violence, sexually suggestive and vulgar language. The interactions between the characters involve themes of domination, sadomasochism, and consensual sexual assault. Caution and discretion are advised when proceeding with the reading.
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"Echoes of Violence"
"Pathetic," Goku Black muttered, his feet gliding leisurely through the wind as he looked down at the valley below. The grass rippled like a green sea beneath the breeze, but he wasn’t there to admire the scenery. The air vibrated with something dense, an energy that didn’t belong there—and that was all that mattered. His fingers tensed slightly, anticipating what was to come.
The human villages were scattered like insignificant specks on the horizon, but his attention was drawn southward, where a strange mist swirled above the trees. It wasn’t natural fog. It was condensed power, distorted, as if something enormous were breathing behind that veil. Goku Black smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. “Finally something worth my time.”
He dove toward the ground, his black hair fluttering like inverted flames. The impact of his feet against the earth didn’t raise a single speck of dust—impeccable control, as always. But before he could take another step, the ground shook. It wasn’t a subtle tremor. It was a crash, as if a mountain had fallen from the sky.
When the dust settled, Goku Black saw it. And he laughed.
“A metal toy,” he spat, his eyes narrowing as he examined the figure before him. It was too tall to be human, too broad to be agile. The armor looked like something out of a children’s story: enormous maces, a helmet that swallowed the face, and those eyes—blue as ice, yet lifeless. Goku Black clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Did the king send a rusty bucket to stop me?”
“Identify yourself,” roared Mega Knight, his voice muffled by the metal of his helmet, yet still carrying a weight that made the air tremble. Goku Black raised an eyebrow, the sharp smile never leaving his lips. That robotic, almost inhuman tone was as predictable as the rest of that ridiculous armor. He crossed his arms, floating a few inches above the ground as if gravity were a suggestion, not a law.
“Want to know my name, old tin can?” Goku Black laughed, the sound echoing like broken bells. “I am the nightmare of your little kings, hidden away in their castles with fear. But don’t worry—you won’t live long enough to remember my name.” His fingers stretched out, pink energy flickering at the tips like playful fire. He could smell the oil and sweat coming from the knight’s armor, a hilarious contrast to his own immaculate presence.
Mega Knight didn’t react to the taunts. Instead, he adjusted the central grip of his maces. “Last chance,” he warned, and for the first time, Goku Black noticed something strange—that voice wasn’t just distorted. There was something behind it, as if something else were speaking through that helmet. Something deeper. More dangerous.
Goku Black spat on the ground, the spit evaporating before it touched the earth. “Tired of your games,” he muttered, and then attacked.
The movement was so fast that the air screamed in protest, a black hurricane slicing through the space between them. Mega Knight barely had time to raise his mace before Goku Black’s kick struck him in the chest, sending him flying like a projectile. The impact was so violent that the knight plowed through three trees before finally crashing into the ruins of an ancient tower, stones exploding into shards. Goku Black yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “Looks like the fun ended before it even began,” he hummed, turning to continue on his way.
Goku Black had barely taken two steps when a metallic roar tore through the sky behind him. He turned his head, his black eyes reflecting the enormous figure plummeting from the heights like a steel-clad comet. Mega Knight was plunging toward him, maces raised, the air warping around his body as if space itself couldn’t bear the weight of that fall. Goku Black had just a split second to think This shouldn’t be possible before the impact.
The ground cracked like an egg under a hammer, rocks flying in all directions as Mega Knight landed on his knees, the impact so precise it formed a perfect crater around him. Goku Black took two steps back, his fingers tingling with pink energy—not out of necessity, but out of sheer astonishment. “Funny,” he muttered, his lips curving into a new, sharper smile. “Looks like the bucket has springs.”
Mega Knight raised his head, his blue eyes shining like headlights through the slits in his helmet. Without a word, he twisted his torso with absurd speed for his size, his left arm extending like a hydraulic piston. The thrust came from the side, a movement so unexpected that Goku Black barely had time to blink—the impact struck his flank like a cannon shot, sending him rolling across the ground twice before he could regain his composure.
It was then that Goku Black did something unthinkable—he stopped defending himself. Mega Knight’s next punch hit him squarely in the face, bones creaking under the impact. But instead of flying backward, Goku Black grabbed the knight’s fist with both hands, his fingers sinking into the metal like claws. “Gotcha,” he smiled, blood dripping from his split lip. His aura then exploded, a pink storm that engulfed them both, and when the light dissipated, Goku Black was transformed—hair as rose as the evening sky, eyes cold as polished ice. “Rosé Saiyan,” he announced, and for the first time, Mega Knight hesitated.
The air shuddered as Mega Knight raised his arms, the joints of his armor creaking like bones being twisted. The purple aura emanating from him wasn’t just energy—it was as if the very space around him were bleeding, fraying into purple rays that coiled around his limbs. Goku Black felt a chill run up his spine, but not from fear. His lips parted into a slow, almost lascivious smile as he watched the knight grow, the muscles beneath the armor expanding until the metal plates began to crack.
“Ah, that’s… oh my” Goku Black breathed, his fingers trembling not with combat excitement, but with something more intimate. That smell of superheated oil and sweat now mingled with the acrid odor of pure brute force, and he almost groaned when Mega Knight finally stretched his shoulders; the helmet seemed larger, had some extra details, not to mention the throbbing veins in the knight’s biceps. “You… you’re beautiful,” Goku Black admitted, his voice hoarse.
Mega Knight didn’t answer. Instead, he advanced; the ground didn’t crack—it sank, as if each step carried the weight of a mountain. Goku Black didn’t move, even as the mace coated in purple aura neared his face. The impact threw him backward, but he laughed in midair, his teeth stained pink by his own blood.
“Yes,” he coughed, straightening himself in midair with a tremor in his thighs. “Just like that.” His chest heaved, not from exhaustion, but from desire. He had never felt anything like this—something that made him want to be crushed, dominated, reduced to nothing by those muscles. Mega Knight lunged again, but this time, Goku Black moved toward the blow, letting the fist strike his stomach with a dull thud. Air escaped his lungs in a hoarse gasp, but his legs instinctively wrapped around the knight’s arm, as if he wanted to cling to that strength.
“Stop playing around,” Mega Knight growled, his voice now a deep echo that seemed to come from within the earth. He shook his arm, trying to shake off Goku Black, but the Saiyan only tightened his thighs, his eyes shining with frenzy.
Mega Knight’s arm jerked with brute force, launching Goku Black like a human projectile through the air. The Saiyan spun through the air, his rose hair leaving luminescent trails, before correcting his trajectory with a kick into the void that made the air crackle. He returned like a reverse meteor, his right fist coated in pink energy striking like a hammer against the mace on Mega Knight’s left arm. The metal cracked with a high-pitched groan, shards flying like glass splinters. “You can hit me all you want,” Goku Black whispered, his lips curving into a blood-dampened smile, “the pain will only make me stronger.”
Mega Knight didn’t hesitate. His fingers—surprisingly nimble for something so small—clamped down like a steel trap around Goku Black’s neck. The grip was so violent that the Saiyan’s bones cracked, but instead of resisting, he arched his back like a cat being stroked. “Ah—!” A moan escaped his lips, his eyes rolling back for an instant before focusing again on the knight’s helmet. His pink aura pulsed, growing more intense with every finger that sank into his flesh. “Is… is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice strangled yet still full of defiance.
Mega Knight’s helmet clinked as he tilted his head, his blue eyes narrowing behind the slits. The pressure increased, the fingers now not just squeezing, but twisting, as if they wanted to rip Goku Black’s head from his body. The Saiyan felt his neck give way, the muscles stretching to the point of rupture—and then something inside him slipped, not into pain, but into pure ecstasy. His limbs trembled, not from fear, but from pleasure so intense it blurred his vision for a moment. “M-more,” he stammered, his legs writhing in the air as if trying to cling to something that wasn’t there.
Mega Knight let out a muffled roar, clearly unsettled by the unexpected reaction. He shook Goku Black like a dog shakes a toy, but the Saiyan just laughed, the sound coming out in choked bursts as his body slammed against the knight’s armor. “You… you don’t understand, do you?” Goku Black managed to say between the jolts, his hands now clutching Mega Knight’s wrist as if it were a lifeline. “The more you try to break me, the more I—” His eyes widened as Mega Knight finally hurled him into the ground with enough force to create a crater the size of a house.
Dust rose like a veil, but before it could settle, Goku Black emerged from it like a demon risen from hell—blood dripping from his lips, hair disheveled, but with a gleam in his eyes that was almost obscene. “I love this,” he confessed, his voice hoarse as if he’d spent the whole night screaming. His muscles trembled visibly beneath his skin, not from exhaustion, but from pent-up excitement. He licked his lips, wiping the blood away with his tongue before spitting it onto the ground. “Let’s see how long it takes before you make me scream for real.”
Mega Knight’s helmet emitted a muffled metallic sound, almost like an exasperated sigh. The blue eyes behind the slits narrowed as Goku Black continued to babble, pink words flowing from his lips like an inexhaustible river. “You talk too much,” the knight growled, his voice echoing like thunder inside the armor. “You really need a thick cock down your throat to shut that mouth.”
Goku Black stopped mid-sentence, his pink eyes widening for a split second before narrowing into lecherous slits. “Oh?” His lips curved into a slow, almost indecent smile. “So this is how you want to play?” He licked his own teeth, his pink tongue sliding over his sharp canine. “Want to see me choking on your knight’s staff?”
Mega Knight didn’t respond with words. Instead, he lunged forward with a movement that made the ground shake, the remaining mace swinging in a lethal arc. Goku Black dodged gracefully, but this time he didn’t counterattack—he let the weapon pass inches from his face, the cutting wind ruffling his pink hair. "So violent," he murmured, his fingers digging into his own thighs as if trying to suppress a tremor. "But I guess that’s how you like it, isn’t it? All that power… all that strength… it must be hard to hold back, right?"
Mega Knight’s fist clenched with a metallic creak, the joints of his armor groaning under the pressure. “Shut up,” he growled, and this time there was something different in his voice—not just frustration, but a hoarse, almost animalistic edge. Goku Black caught the scent of superheated metal mixed with sweat, and his stomach clenched with desire.
“Or what?” Goku Black taunted, arching his back like a cat in heat. “Are you going to fuck me until I forget my own name?” His eyes gleamed as Mega Knight finally lost his patience, his left arm extending like a piston to grab him by the throat again. This time, Goku Black didn’t resist—he opened his mouth in a muffled moan as the fingers squeezed his throat, his lips forming a perfect “O.”
Mega Knight’s fingers sank into the flesh of Goku Black’s neck with a wet sound, but the Saiyan merely arched his back, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “That— that’s it,” he moaned, his legs trembling in the air as if trying to cling to something invisible. His pink aura pulsed in sync with each squeeze, growing more intense by the second. Mega Knight let out a muffled sound of frustration from inside his helmet—clearly not the reaction he’d expected.
With a sudden movement, Mega Knight lifted Goku Black even higher, as if he were about to smash him into the ground. But before he could complete the motion, the Saiyan acted as fast as lightning—his legs wrapped around the knight’s armored arm, his thigh muscles contracting with enough force to make the metal give slightly. “Not so fast,” Goku Black whispered, his voice hoarse and full of obscene promises.
Mega Knight reacted as if he’d been burned—his left arm jerked violently, flinging Goku Black away like an unwanted toy. The Saiyan spun through the air, his pink hair leaving luminous trails, before landing on his feet on a pile of rubble. His eyes glowed with frenzy, his labored breathing causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly.
“Is that it?” Goku Black taunted, his fingers sliding over his own neck, where the purple marks from Mega Knight’s fingers were already beginning to form. “You grab me, squeeze me… and then toss me aside like trash?” His smile widened, revealing all his sharp teeth. “What a rude knight.”
Goku Black laughed, his pink-tinged fingers trembling with anticipation. “Let’s see if you’re such a tough guy without your armor,” he taunted, the pink energy shimmering in his hand like a corrupted liquid. With a movement too fast to be seen, he fired a beam as thin as a needle directly at Mega Knight’s midsection. The metal didn’t hold up—the chainmail simply disintegrated into microscopic particles, followed by the reinforced leather shorts that pulverized like ashes in the wind.
To Goku Black’s surprise, Mega Knight didn’t even flinch. The knight remained motionless, his powerful thighs now completely exposed—muscles intertwined like steel cables beneath skin marked by ancient scars. The helmet slowly turned downward, observing the damage as if examining an insignificant insect. “Was that necessary?” his voice echoed, more irritated than embarrassed.
“Ah, but look at that,” Goku Black hummed, his eyes roaming over the knight’s now partially naked body with lecherous interest. “All that power hidden beneath layers of metal… what a waste.” His lips curved into a sharp smile when he noticed something interesting—Mega Knight wasn’t just unconcerned about his nakedness. He was furious, but in a different way now. The purple aura around him pulsed like an overheated heart. Goku Black felt a chill run down his spine that had nothing to do with fear.
Goku Black was in the middle of a particularly pretentious sentence, his eyes closed in narcissistic ecstasy as he described his own grandeur, when he felt the air shift differently in front of him. His pink eyes opened in slow motion, only to be filled by the sight of Mega Knight’s crotch—and the colossal dick now emerging from the partially destroyed armor, swollen and pulsing beneath the purple aura that enveloped it like a second skin. “Ah, so that’s how—”
The rest of the sentence died in a wet gurgle as Mega Knight acted with a brutality that not even Goku Black had anticipated. The knight simply lunged, grabbing the Saiyan by the back of the neck with one hand while shoving the other fist—no, not a fist, something much hotter and more alive—straight into that ever-chattering mouth.
The impact was so violent that Goku Black’s teeth cracked against the flesh, his jaw dislocating with an audible click. He choked, his eyes rolling back for an instant before focusing again on Mega Knight’s impassive helmet. Saliva dripped from the corners of his stretched lips, mixing with the blood from his crushed gums.
“F-Finally,” Goku Black tried to speak, the words coming out distorted around the penis that now filled his entire mouth. His body trembled, not from pain, but from an excitement so intense it made his rose aura flicker erratically. His fingers clenched in the air, grasping at nothing, while his thighs rubbed against each other as if trying to relieve an internal itch.
Mega Knight didn’t move. He didn’t speed up, didn’t pull back. He simply maintained that relentless pressure, as if driving a stake through a vampire. The helmet tilted slightly, blue eyes gleaming in the shadows as he watched Goku Black choke and drool around him. “That shuts anyone up,” he remarked, his voice distorted by the metal but laced with a dark satisfaction.
Goku Black choked, the muscles in his throat contracting involuntarily around the pulsing flesh that filled his mouth all the way to the back of his windpipe. His pink eyes teared up, not from pain, but from a pleasure so intense it blurred his peripheral vision in white flashes. He could feel every protruding vein of Mega Knight’s member scraping against his soft palate, every pulse of hot blood throbbing against his tonsils like a second heart.
Mega Knight wasn’t just using his mouth—he was re-shaping it, forcibly molding it around himself like a blacksmith shaping red-hot metal. Goku Black felt his jaw crack slightly, the bones yielding under the relentless pressure, but instead of fighting, his muscles relaxed in a perverse ecstasy. His hands, which had been clawing at the air, now wrapped around the knight’s monumental thighs, his fingers sinking into the muscles as if they wanted to fuse with that flesh.
“It seems even you have limits,” Mega Knight growled, his voice echoing inside the helmet like distant thunder. He pulled back slightly, just enough so that the swollen tip of his member rested on Goku Black’s swollen tongue. The Saiyan moaned, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his throat pulsing around the sudden vacuum. Saliva and blood dripped in continuous streams from his stretched lips, dripping onto the armor plates below.
Goku Black tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet, strangled gurgle as Mega Knight pushed again, this time even deeper. The knight wasn’t just satisfying a desire—he was proving a point, a brutal demonstration of dominance. Goku Black felt the head of the dick press against something deeper in his throat, a place he didn’t even know could be reached, and his body arched in a spasm of pure ecstasy.
His neck swelled visibly, the silhouette of the monstrous member stretching his skin like a snake swallowing its prey. Mega Knight watched, impassive, as Goku Black thrashed not to escape, but to bury himself deeper, his thighs trembling violently in the air.
“Now you’ll shut up and fight properly, won’t you?” Mega Knight was sarcastic, but he didn’t expect the Saiyan to actually start sucking him off. The blue eyes behind the helmet widened when Goku Black not only didn’t back off, but deepened the motion, his pinky lips sealing around the pulsing base with an almost religious devotion.
The moan that escaped from the helmet was muffled but unmistakably involuntary—a hoarse sound that made the armor tremble slightly. Goku Black felt the reaction vibrate through the member in his mouth and smiled inwardly, his tongue undulating against the protruding veins. His fingers, which had previously gripped Mega Knight’s thighs like claws, now caressed the taut muscles with a possessiveness that was almost affectionate.
Mega Knight tried to pull back, but Goku Black wouldn’t let him—his hands clamped onto the knight’s hips with brute force, his nails sinking into the flesh like hooks. Air escaped the Saiyan’s lungs in a wet, satisfied sound as he felt the cock throb once more in his throat, swelling until it filled every inch of his esophagus. He could feel the heat radiating from that flesh like an oven, the smell of sweat and superheated metal flooding his nostrils.
“S—stop that,” Mega Knight growled, but his voice was far from convincing—the tone was more of a muffled roar than a command, and his thighs trembled visibly under Goku Black’s hands. The knight tried to lift the Saiyan by the neck again, but this time his fingers met no resistance—Goku Black simply let his head fall back, his pink eyes shining with ecstasy as his neck stretched obscenely around the member that continued to penetrate him.
The sound that escaped Goku Black’s throat was something between a gagging sound and a moan, his eyelids trembling as saliva dripped in streams down his chin. His entire body pulsed in sync with that brutal rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure down his spine like electric shocks. He could feel every inch of that flesh marking his insides, as if he were being carved from within.
“You’re nothing but a little rose toy,” Mega Knight growled, his voice distorted by the helmet but laced with a contempt that made Goku Black shudder with pleasure. Before he could respond, he felt fingers close like a glove around his waist, pulling him off the throbbing member with a wet sound that echoed through the valley. Saliva and blood dripped from the Saiyan’s chin as he choked, his body trembling with need.
Goku Black didn’t resist when Mega Knight turned him around like a trophy, his back arching instinctively as he felt the tip brush between his buttocks. “Ah, clever,” he laughed, his voice hoarse from use as his own hands slid down to his waist, his fingers pulling the garment down in a fluid motion that revealed the pale, taut skin beneath. “I knew you’d want the best toy in the galaxy.”
Mega Knight didn’t waste time on foreplay. The first thrust was brutal enough to make Goku Black scream, his nails digging into his own thighs as his body adjusted to the monstrous intrusion. The knight’s purple aura pulsed in violent waves, mingling with Goku Black’s pink in a whirlwind of colors that illuminated the ruins around them.
"F—fuck," Goku Black groaned, his voice coming out in fragments as Mega Knight pulled him back by the hips, only to thrust into him again with enough force to make his stomach clench. He could feel every vein, every pulse of that flesh stretching him from the inside, as if he were being reshaped to fit perfectly around the knight. His knees were shaking, but not from weakness—each thrust filled him with such intense electricity that his muscles simply couldn’t stay steady.
Mega Knight didn’t seem to care about the Saiyan’s condition. His hands, now free of the maces, gripped Goku Black’s hips like handles, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he set a rhythm as relentless as his blows in battle. The metal of his helmet creaked with every movement, his blue eyes gleaming in the shadows as he watched Goku Black crumble beneath him.
The world seemed to have shrunk to the brutal rhythm of Mega Knight’s hips—each thrust a bolt of lightning that arched Goku Black’s spine into impossible angles. The Saiyan grabbed his own pink hair, pulling it like reins as his body was jolted back and forth, the impact of each clash between flesh and metal echoing through the ruins.
"G—go... deeper—" Goku Black choked, the words shattering in the air like glass as Mega Knight lifted him by the hips and slammed him back against himself. The knight didn’t respond, but his purple aura pulsed in reply, enveloping them both in a storm of energy that made the ground tremble.
It was then that Goku Black felt—beyond the flesh filling him up to his stomach—something change. Mega Knight’s armor creaked, not from tension, but from expansion. Metal plates cracked like eggshells, revealing muscles swelling beneath the skin, veins bulging like ropes under pressure. The helmet warped, the eye slits widening as something inside the knight stretched, rearranging itself—
"Ah... AH—!" Goku Black screamed as the member inside him grew, the pulsing flesh dilating like a volcano about to erupt. His insides burned with pain and a pleasure so intense it blurred his vision in white flashes. He could feel every vein, every groove of that monstrous flesh marking his insides, as if he were being carved from within.
Mega Knight let out a roar that was no longer human—it was the sound of an overheated engine, of gears spinning beyond their limits. His hands, now bare of gloves, sank into Goku Black’s flanks, his fingers digging into the pink flesh.
The ground shook with every brutal impact, nearby trees shaking like bamboo poles as Mega Knight used Goku Black’s arched body as if it were a flesh-and-blood toy. Miner, who just moments before had been collecting crystals in the nearby ruins, froze when a hoarse, wet groan echoed through the valley. His eyes widened as he peered through the thorny bushes—the scene before him was impossible. Mega Knight, his hero, was gripping the Saiyan’s pink hips like the handles of an anvil, ramming him repeatedly against his metallic hip with a rhythm that made light itself warp.
“F-for the love of all the gods…,” Miner swallowed hard, his dirt-stained fingers clutching the branches with white-knuckled grip. He should run. He clearly should. But his feet were planted to the ground, his eyes glued to the way Mega Knight’s armor creaked, metal plates peeling away to reveal muscles pulsing beneath strangely bluish skin.
Goku Black screamed something between a curse and a praise as Mega Knight lifted him by his pink hair, only to slam him back against him with a thud that made the Saiyan’s teeth rattle. Saliva dripped from his chin in silver strands, mixing with the blood flowing from where his nails had dug into his own thighs.
“Y— yes! Cr—crush me—!” Goku Black roared, his voice shattering into a thousand pieces as his body was manipulated like a flesh puppet. His glazed eyes rolled back as Mega Knight finally let out a muffled roar—not of triumph, but of something more primitive.
Mega Knight’s roar echoed like metallic thunder as his hips slammed against Goku Black’s buttocks with an impact that split the ground into cracks. The Saiyan arched his back, his abdominal muscles visibly contracting beneath his skin as something hot and alive gushed inside him like an erupting volcano. The cum didn’t just flow out—it exploded, pulsing in spurts so powerful that Goku Black could feel each wave distending his insides, each scalding jet filling him up to his throat.
"Ah—! AHH!" Goku Black screamed, his fingers digging into the earth like claws as his stomach swelled visibly, the pink skin stretching obscenely. His aura pulsed in sync with each internal explosion, blending with Mega Knight’s purple in a whirlwind of colors that illuminated the surrounding ruins like a perverse beacon.
Mega Knight didn’t stop. Not even when Goku Black started drooling, saliva dripping in silvery strands from his parted lips. Not even when the Saiyan’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably, his muscles giving way under the weight of his own pleasure. He continued bombarding Goku Black’s insides with absurd amounts of cum, as if he wanted to remodel him from within, marking every inch of his insides as his territory.
The smell of sex and superheated metal filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of sweat and blood. Goku Black choked as he felt a particularly violent jet hit something deep inside him, a place that made his vision go white for an instant. His eyes rolled back, his tongue hanging out like an exhausted dog’s, but his body still trembled with excitement, still writhing to take more.
"You... are my favorite rose toy now" Mega Knight growled, his voice distorted by the helmet but laced with a possessiveness that made Goku Black shudder. The knight leaned forward, his metallic torso creaking against the Saiyan’s sweaty back, and spat the words directly into his ear like a brand: “And toys don’t talk. They obey.”
The bushes shook with a tremor that had nothing to do with the wind. Miner nearly fell backward when a particularly hoarse moan from Goku Black echoed through the valley—a sound that should have been impossible coming from that arrogant mouth, but there it was, tearing through the air like a perverted cry for help. He clenched his thighs instinctively, feeling the rough fabric of his work pants rub against his throbbing arousal. Damn. Damn. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t hiding like a voyeur, mouth agape and dirt-stained hands trembling along with his legs.
A metallic screech made his eyes widen again. Mega Knight—his Mega Knight, the hero he’d seen at the kingdom’s festivals—was now peeling off what remained of his armor like an orange peel, bluish muscles bulging beneath skin that gleamed like polished metal. The sight was so surreal that Miner nearly choked on his own saliva. His hero was... fucking the enemy. Violently. And he, the poor idiot who just wanted to collect some crystals, had a cock so hard it hurt.
“Yes… yes, fuck me good—!” Goku Black shouted, his voice so distorted by pleasure it barely sounded human. Miner swallowed hard as he watched the Saiyan get lifted into the air like a rag doll, only to be slammed back against Mega Knight’s hip with a thud that echoed like a cannon shot. The floor cracked under the impact, and Miner felt the tremor in his own knees—or maybe it was just his legs going weak with excitement.
He should leave. Clearly. But his feet were glued to the floor, his eyes fixed on the way Goku Black’s waist narrowed under Mega Knight’s hands, like a vase being shaped by a merciless potter. A gush of blood—or was it cum?—ran down the Saiyan’s pink thighs as Mega Knight lifted him once more, and Miner almost moaned loud enough to be heard. His fingers dug into his own thigh, his dirty fingernail scratching the skin through the fabric. Shit. Shit. This isn’t for me. This isn’t—
The sound that came out when Mega Knight finally climaxed again was something between a dragon’s roar and the roar of an industrial furnace. Miner saw, in all too vivid detail, how Goku Black’s stomach swelled like a balloon, the pink skin stretching obscenely as something alive and hot filled him up to his throat. The Saiyan arched his back at an unnatural angle, his mouth open in a silent scream as his eyes rolled back.
Miner’s wrist trembled as he dragged himself through the undergrowth, his knees banging together like two dry branches in a storm. Every step was torture—the rough fabric of his work pants rubbing against his throbbing erection, so painfully rigid it seemed to have been forged from the very metal of Mega Knight’s armor. He swallowed hard, his teeth grinding as a branch scraped his thigh, the shiver running up his spine like an electric shock. “F-fuck,” he muttered, his eyes welling with shame as he tried—and failed—not to think of that image: Goku Black’s arched body being filled to the throat, his rose skin stretching like a wineskin filled with mead…
The bushes shook behind him with a wet thud that made Miner choke. Unintentionally, unable to help himself, he turned his head—only to see, through the branches, Mega Knight lifting the Saiyan by the hair like a trophy before smashing him against himself again. The groan that echoed wasn’t human. Nor was it the only one. Miner found his own voice caught in his throat, a hoarse, broken sound he didn’t recognize. His fingers dug into his own thighs, his dirt-stained nails leaving deepening marks on his skin. “N-no,” he lied to himself, his hips clenching involuntarily against the empty air. “This isn’t—I don’t—”
A loose stone rolled under his foot, sending him to his knees in the damp earth. The impact made his cock throb like an exposed heart, the pain of friction mingling with a pleasure so sharp that his eyes filled with tears. Stupid. Stupid. Guilt burned in his chest, but his hands—his damn hands—were already unbuttoning his pants, trembling fingers finding scorching flesh. “J-just to… relieve it,” he whispered into the void, knowing it was a lie even before he started. The first touch was like a stab. Miner arched his back, teeth clenched to hold back a moan as he felt the wetness already trickling through his fingers. He smelled of it—of sex and overheated metal, of sweat and blood. Just like them.
The rhythm was brutal from the start, his fists clenching as if trying to crush his own arousal. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet sound that echoed in his ears louder than the distant moans. He imagined—he couldn’t have imagined—that he could feel the heat of Mega Knight’s purple aura against his skin, the weight of those armored hands on his hips... “F-fuck,” Miner choked, his head slamming against a rock behind him as his body stiffened into a broken arch. The orgasm hit him like a hammer, so violent that his vision went white for a moment. Something hot and thick gushed between his fingers, staining the already damp earth.
When he managed to open his eyes again, the sun was already setting, casting long shadows over the footprints leading back to the mines. Miner swallowed the bitter taste of shame, wiping his hands on his pants with mechanical movements. His knees were still shaking as he stood up, his legs wobbly as jelly. He didn’t look back. Not when the moans grew louder, nor when the ground shook under the impact of colliding bodies.
"I swear by all my crystals, if you don't stop that hand right now, I'll turn you into a rabbit." The Wizard whispered through gritted teeth, desperately trying to maintain a neutral expression. His blue robes were slightly crumpled where the Mega Knight insisted on tightening his grip on his waist with that ridiculously heavy armor.
Behind the King's Tower, the murmur of preparations for battle echoed in the distance. Someone shouted something about defense strategies, another about healing potions, but both were too busy to pay attention. The Mega Knight, always needy like an abandoned puppy, rested his helmet on the wizard's shoulder in a gesture that should have been discreet, but made a deafening metallic noise.
"You would never do that," he murmured, and even through his voice distorted by the helmet, the smile could be heard. His gloved hands slid further down, exploring forbidden territory. Wizard swallowed hard.
"There's a war about to begin, you idiot," the wizard protested, but even he didn't believe his own words. Mega's maces lay abandoned against the tower wall, as useful as a stone now. That giant knight had a special talent for reducing the wizard's logic to ashes.
Behind them, the King finally seemed to have finished his motivational speech. A trumpet sounded, announcing the start of the positions. Wizard felt a mixture of relief and frustration when Mega Knight finally released him—but not before giving a final pinch that made the wizard jump. "After the battle," the knight promised, and this time, his voice sounded deep enough to make Wizard shudder. He adjusted his hood with trembling hands, trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck.
his way of saying "i love you" is in actions. he won't say it for a while. he'll show you. he'll leave a bucket of fresh-picked wildflowers on your porch step. when your car breaks down, it's in his shop before you can even call a tow truck. he just shrugs when you thank him, wiping grease from his hands. "needed a new belt anyway."
the first time he says it, it's quiet and unplanned. you're sitting on his porch steps watching the sunset over his fields. he’s eating a sandwich you made him after a day of work, and he just looks over at you and says, "you know, i... i love you." like it's the simplest, most obvious fact in the world.
"you do?" you smile, looking over at him, and he just nods, taking another bite of the sandwich. "i love you, dunk," you reply, restraining yourself from tackling your hardworking giant to smother him with kisses.
and when he proposes, it's not with some grand, flashy gesture.
one day, you're out helping him fix a tractor (mostly by handing him wrenches and trying not to get in the way), and he just stops, wipes his hands on a rag, and says, "we should just get hitched. make it forever and all."
"w-what?"
"o-only if you'd want to, i mean i want to definitely, and it doesn’ have to be right away—" he rambles on nervously, and you place your hand on his to get him to slow down for a second.
"dunk, it's okay! i do, i'd love to get married…"
he pulls a simple, worn, beautiful band out of his pocket. "been my grandma's. figured... it should be yours." and that's it. that's your whole future, right there in a muddy barn, and it's more perfect than anything you could have ever dreamed of.
tears welled in your eyes, blurring his earnest, anxious face. you couldn't speak. you could only nod, a frantic, joyous motion that felt like it might shake your head from your shoulders.
a grin, wide and blindingly relieved, split dunk's face. he let out a whoop of pure, unadulterated happiness and snatched you up, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around in a circle.
"i'll take that as a yes?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
you pulled back just enough to look at him, your face streaked with happy tears. "it's definitely a yes," you laughed, and then you were kissing him.
and when you are both finally married and start having babies left and right, your world starts to evolve in a way you could have only dreamed about.
in the fall, each kid picks a pumpkin bigger than their head, and dunk has to carry all seven back to the truck. and on snow days, they build the world's most lopsided snowman family and drink way too much hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.
the kids have their own tiny garden plots where they mostly just dig holes and pour in random seeds, but dunk calls it "learning valuable life skills."
they have a pet mini pig who thinks he's one of the children and follows them everywhere. family photos are always chaos. at least one kid is crying, another itching to get out of the nice outfit they were forced into, and dunk is just beaming like it's the best picture ever taken.
his calloused farmer hands are surprisingly gentle when he's untangling hair or wiping away tears. he can fix anything with duct tape and "farm ingenuity."
and the kids have inherited his love for early mornings, often waking him up by jumping on the bed at 5 am, "ready for adventures."
