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#and had to be taken out by a member of this one specific bloodline with sparkly celestial hair that a fairy blessed

hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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devotion | todoroki shouto

synopsis ↬ shouto will do anything for you to join the todoroki bloodline

warnings ↬ BARELY EDITED, arranged marriage, yandere, implied virginity loss, noncon/dubcon? (consent is implied but not said), cheating? (the reader isn't dating but is talking to someone), manipulation, quirk use, dr*gging (aphrodisiac), the reader has a quirk (dual or half-water half-fire), mention of past child abuse, bribery, bride-price (?), you have an ill parent, slow burn with important details in the buildup, mild bakugou slander, orgasm denial, choking, creampie, let me know if I've forgotten something

pairings ↬ yandere!pro-hero!todoroki shouto x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

word count ↬ 13.4k

Anxious footsteps pace throughout your family's home for the entirety of the day. Nearly every room had been refurbished and decorated with new exquisite objects; vastly different from the usually peaceful and simplistic setting that you were used to. Expensive paintings and unique ornaments are strung along the walls, refining your home while, in the process, making you feel out of place. Various cleaners were brought to help tidy the house while other drastic measures were taken for one 'special' day. Your mother meticulously scrutinized every detail, checking to make sure each nook and cranny was spotless. It took days of countless trial and error for her to feel a sense of security in the newly renovated home. However, while your mother was satisfied with the results, you strongly hated them.

The home you first entered as a newborn and took your first steps into adulthood had been uplifted and changed before your eyes. Of course, your mother wouldn't listen to any of your whining or complaints. Always shutting down your questions or ignoring you when you try to inquire about her strange decisions. By now, you were used to her being dismissive about each of her design choices. When she asked you to assist her in the final preparations, you weren't fazed by her skittish demeanor; she'd been acting like this since the beginning. The whole day was spent cooking and finalizing the decor of your home until your mother could breathe a sigh of relief.

When asking your mother why the preparations were so intricate and time-consuming, as she sliced some vegetables for a stew, she replied:

"The Todoroki Family will be coming over tonight for dinner." She explained her desire to make your home welcoming for them. It had been some years since you had seen the entire family together, specifically the patriarch, Todoroki Enji.

Natsuo and Fuyumi became familiar faces in your family home over the past few months. It was a kind gesture; they would always make sure to stop over and greet your parents after making a brief stop in your town. The eldest brother, Touya, would write you letters despite being detained in Tartarus. After all these years, you had forgotten his face. It wasn't until you saw his arrest on the news a few years ago that you realized how deeply you missed him. Seeing his reappearance made you emotional but after receiving some of his handwritten letters, you felt more at ease although haunted by his actions. Finally, he paid the unfortunate price for his villainous crimes.

The only member of their family you were excited to see was Shoto.

Years have passed since he graduated from U.A. High School and was now working as a pro-hero and sidekick for his father, Endeavor. Patrolling and training seemed to take a toll on his ability to see you. Being an understanding best friend, you decided not to bother him about his busy schedule since it was something he did not have control over. The time he couldn't spend in person was made up with your late-night calls that would continue until the early hours of the morning. Often, you would fall asleep while still on the phone with him and the dulcet sounds of your snoring lulled his tired body to sleep.

He always gave you updates about every detail of his life. From the villains he captured, to some shenanigans with his buddies from high school. Rei, his mother, seemed to adore you the most out of all the family members — besides Shoto, of course. On one of the last moments you spent with him, he invited you to visit his mother at her new apartment after being released from the hospital. Upon seeing you, her whole face brightened as she beamed a smile and embraced you in her arms. Pinching your cheeks and commenting about how much you've grown since she'd last seen you, Rei was ecstatic. It had been many years since you witnessed her smile, and your heart warmed at the loving woman.

Lately, Rei has been scheduling friendly dates with you in an attempt to get to know you better. You felt a bit guilty for not contacting her while she was hospitalized, but she didn't seem to mind. She would always drop subtle hints about Shoto's affections for you; how his eyes would light up whenever she mentioned your name, how he loves to boast about you to others, or when he becomes saddened when thinking about the little time you two have spent together. To anyone, it seemed like she wanted you two to eventually date but you always brushed it off. Thinking it was her being overly friendly or sharing some light banter, you quickly ignored her ideas. The son of the number one hero could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?

After finishing the preparations, your mother waited patiently by the front door. Occasionally checking her wristwatch while fidgeting anxiously, sometimes pacing back and forth throughout the room. There were only a couple minutes left before the time was nine o'clock. As you watched her, you decided to ask her how she was feeling.

"Is everything alright, Mom?" You asked as you sat only a few feet away from her in a nearby chair.

"Yes. I'm just happy to see an old friend again." Yet, as you examined her demeanor, it was quite clear that she was not 'happy'. In fact, she seemed to emit a sense of dread with her strained facial expression. You decided it was best not to question her too much. After wiping her sweaty palms and checking her watch, she ushers you to stand next to her by the door.

Soon, the ringing doorbell brings you out of your thoughts. Your mother exhales a tense sigh before unlocking the door. Your parents' former employer and close friend Endeavor, along with three of his children, greet your mother. She shyly bows and welcomes the family before stepping back to allow them inside. You can't hear some of the words exchanged between her and Enji, a bubbling excitement of seeing Shoto overpowers your senses. You courtly bow to their father who only responds with a few words of acknowledgment. He's dressed surprisingly formal for a friendly meeting, donning a navy blue suit and tie.

Looking back at the preparations, this had to be more than a light-hearted reunion of old friends. As you moved toward his children, your mother announces something to their father.

"Enji, I'd like to discuss something in a separate room." Your mother says, again fidgeting with her sweaty palms.

"Of course." Leading Enji to another room, your mother soon disappears and leaves you with the task of interacting with the siblings.

You try to give Natsuo and Fuyumi casual hugs after they've removed their coats and shoes. Fuyumi peppers your cheeks with sisterly kisses before handing you to Natsuo who eagerly wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a strong hug. Lifting you off the ground and spinning before placing you on your feet. They soon maneuver to your living room, since they've both practically memorized the layout of your home; knowing the routine of your family like clockwork.

Next, you move to Shoto, failing to see his twitching brows and deadpan expression as he watches his overly affectionate siblings. You give him a big embrace which he eagerly returns. He chuckles to himself as you have to stand on the tips of your toes to hold him properly; he's grown so much since your last visit. "I've missed you so much..." you whisper into his chest. Pulling you tighter and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, he could feel his warm heart swell with happiness once having you in his arms again — he's missed your hugs.

He pats your head before letting his hand trail down your lower back, "I've missed you too." After whispering in your ear, he pulls you away, wanting to get a look of your beauty after all these years.

Shoto has been your best friend since you two were children. Always training together and even attending the same school for a brief period of time; you two were inseparable. Shortly after Enji became a hero, your parents began working under his agency. In fact, it was his father who proposed the idea of having you two practice with each other, to which your parents happily agreed. Although you're grateful for Enji's suggestion, the pain he caused Shoto was something you could never forgive him.

Vivid memories replay of Shoto being forced to endure brutal training until his poor body couldn't handle the pain anymore. He soon collapsed on the ground, vomiting up whatever bile was left in his stomach. Enji couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for the son he forcibly groomed into a hero, he left the room as if nothing happened. You rushed towards Shoto, cradling the boy in your arms and trying to keep him from going unconscious until aid arrived. Shoto doesn't remember too much from that day, only waking up in your arms after you nursed him back to health; the angel who saved him, what he thinks of you.

Making his cursed life tolerable with your presence. Your existence brought him peace of mind from that day forward. Drunk on a strange blossoming feeling that made his heart ache whenever you were gone. The years had been cruel to him and the sound of your voice could only do so much. Shoto has been thinking about this day, picturing it in his head before he dozes off to sleep.

Your father, one of the first of many sidekicks under his agency, had a fire quirk. One that easily surpassed Endeavor and could compete with Touya's. While your mother had a strong water quirk, although she was not a pro-hero under his agency and instead dealt with the paperwork. After they married, you weren't aware of this, but Enji was strongly encouraged to find someone with a similar quirk to your mother. Inevitably, he settled with Rei, ice that could compliment his fire.

Perhaps it was a competition to him, your father could've exceeded Enji. Having an ice quirk was no match for a water quirk. He must've known that his place as the number two hero could've been taken by your father — or anyone for that matter — and needed to have strong offspring to compete. Although he was overly excited with Shoto's quirk, once learning that you also had a very similar dual quirk, his joy soon dissipated; half-fire and half-water. Enji needed his legacy to live on and he could sense imminent failure for Shoto. Training together allowed him to observe you and mold his son to defeat you in the future, he thought.

Enji's dominant ways became a nuisance and within a few years of training with Shoto, you decided to abandon your hopes of becoming a hero. If it meant witnessing never-ending abuse and torment, you did not want to call yourself a hero. Although you were young, you were aware that no person could think of themselves as a 'hero' while inflicting pain on their family. You couldn't associate yourself with such a bad influence. That was something Shoto admired about you; never tolerating his father and uplifting him when he was weak.

You knew that Enji was trying to rekindle things with his broken family. Yet seeing the two of them act content with each other was shocking to you. Especially after hearing Shoto continuously demean his father on the phone, even on the night before this meeting.

"How is your father doing?" He asks once his arms are completely off of your body.

"Oh, he's been well. His health is improving, he's doing a lot better than before." Although you tried not to show your emotions, it was quite painful for you to talk about your father.

One year ago, your father was left bedridden after a fight with a villain. Ultimately leaving him unable to move and with some injuries that weakened his ability to use his quirk, forcing him into early retirement. Your mother quit her job as a secretary for Enji, claiming that she needed to spend more time at home with your father and take care of him. While you dealt with college, you weren’t able to dedicate time to help him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you often since your father became ill.” Shoto apologizes while hanging his head low in pitiful shame. “I promise I’ll make it up in the future.” You gently caress his arm to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about that too much. Let’s focus on tonight, okay?”

“I suppose…"

Reaching for his hand, you usher him to your living room where Natsuo and Fuyumi have already made themselves comfortable. Walking in the stiff clothes your mother forced you to wear is proven to be quite difficult. The white garment flows past your thighs and stops at your ankles. You nearly trip in the tight shoes, making Shoto reach out and hold you before you embarrassingly fall. Although you've grown accustomed to joining your parents in certain arrangements, you've never worn clothing like this before as they are usually reserved for more special occasions. Pins and accessories poke your scalp uncomfortably. Your hairstyle makes you nauseous; an old-fashioned style that no one your age is still wearing. Of course, you weren't allowed to complain.

After meeting his siblings in the living room, you sit on the end of the sofa with them. Shoto eyes Natsuo, who is relaxing in a seat dangerously close and adjacent to you. His older brother seems to read his scowl perfectly, moving away to allow Shoto to forcibly sit next to you. Time seems to flow fast as the four of you chat about nonsense and random memories. During the whole conversation, Shoto's firm hand mysteriously finds its way to your lower back again — wrapping tighter once he felt Natsuo coming too close.

Before you could question him, your mother appears with Enji. Puffy, bloodshot eyes and a wet face ruin her perfectly done makeup. As you are about to inquire about her appearance, she begins to speak.

"Sorry for the delay. We've prepared some food for you all to enjoy, follow me." She turns towards the direction of the dining room with Enji trailing behind her. The siblings all raise to their feet and soon accompany your mother to the room.

"May I hold your hand?" Shoto, who is still close to you, inquires while peering down at you with a sharp gaze.

"Sure," Nodding before intertwining your figures with Shoto, you watch as he smirks brightly. Soon stepping in front of you and leading you towards the rest of the group.

The large dining room table is covered with different Japanese dishes, most you've never seen your mother make before. You could recall helping her cook some of them and the endless hours it took before you completed everything. While the family took their seat, with Enji sitting in your father's position at the head of the table, you try to choose a seat next to Fuyumi. Until Shoto courteously pulls out a chair beside him and stares at you with full expectation. Not wanting to deny his chivalrous acts, you thank him and sit.

During dinner, his older siblings gleefully engaged in another conversation about old times. Reminiscing over every detail and their plans for the future. Natsuo landed a job as a nurse practitioner only a few weeks ago while Fuyumi shared stories about her students. Enji and your mother were quiet, only interjecting when necessary. Your mother's plate seemed to stay full as time passed, only picking at the food. This was unlike her usual behavior at dinnertime. Shoto was the same, except happily eating and staying content with your presence beside him. Only a couple times would he speak, and his replies were short. You weren't fazed much, he was the type to only speak when spoken to or if he had a lingering thought in his head.

Before your time comes to an end, your mother excuses herself and travels to the kitchen. Lost in laughter, you and Fuyumi giggle as Natsuo recounts a particularly embarrassing moment from Shoto's childhood; you eagerly listened to the story as it was a rare moment that all the siblings spent time together. Only after you begin to relax do you notice a frown spread across Shoto's lips. You were dismissive. It was only playful teasing between brothers, right?

"I'm sorry for being busy." Shoto suddenly says after he's finished his last bite of food.

"It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing. Look at the bright side, we're making memories now. We can always make more in the future." The future, he thinks. The only future he can think of is the one that always replays in his lovestruck mind. Smiling to himself, you assume he's already beginning to feel better.

Your mother emerges from the kitchen, placing a large plate of cold soba noodles in the center of the table — right in front of Shoto. Despite being full, he eagerly tries the noodles while the rest of his family waits for him to taste them first. After all, how could he reject his favorite dish? You helped your mother prepare the noodles after Fuyumi insisted on teaching you Shoto's favorite dish. She claimed it would be a nice welcome present for him after he was away for so long.

With every bite, his face lights up the more he consumes it. Soon, his siblings gladly take bites of the noodles as well while Enji and your mother watch.

"What do you think, Shoto? (Y/N) made it all by herself." Your mother announces loud enough to catch his attention and makes sure to enunciate her last sentence.

"W- Well, I was only following Fuyumi's instructions. She deserves all the credit." Trying to act humble didn't seem to work on his persistent sister. You could notice your mother making a face at your words.

"Nonsense!" Fuyumi chirps, catching you off-guard. "You're such a wonderful cook and Shoto loves it too. Right, Shoto?" Her head turns to her younger brother who has finished his plate of your noodles already.

"I do. You did a great job, (Y/N)." He nods along with his sister before softly grinning at you. "It tastes perfect,"

"See? He loves it! You made it the way he likes. Just for Shoto..." Behind her glasses, you could see her eyes darken as she finished speaking. Only for her to innocently smile at you before tasting your noodles and exclaiming more praises. "It's so delicious. Try some more, Natsuo!"

"O- Oh... Thank you, Fuyumi," You turn your head towards her younger brother. "And Shoto..."

As the two siblings initiate a conversation with your mother and Enji, you could notice Shoto begin to shift toward you. He reaches for your chopsticks before collecting some of the noodles between them. He calls your name and raises the food to your lips. As you take a bite, you smile up at Shoto who returns your gesture while watching you eat. Once you've finished chewing, he takes a napkin and dabs the corners of your mouth while gazing down lovingly.

The longer your night continued, the more heads grew tired. After dinner ended, Natsuo helped your mother clean and tidy the kitchen while Enji excused himself. Fuyumi followed him to the front door and urged Shoto to come with her; although, he seemed more agitated that he wouldn't have any alone time with you. The time is nearly eleven o'clock, and soon you start to wonder when they would return home. Enji announces that he is leaving for the night after his chauffeur hands Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsuo small suitcases bags.

As the siblings talk, you grow more and more confused. They didn't seem too bothered by the ticking clock and stayed still as if they had no intention of leaving. Shoto's hand moves from your palm to your lower back; you've grown accustomed to his touchy gesture and you decide to ignore it.

"U- Um... Is your father coming back to take you guys home?" You ask but all the siblings, besides Shoto, stare up at you in a confused manner.

"No, we're staying over tonight. Didn't your mother tell you? It was her idea, she kept insisting." Before Natsuo could reveal too much, Shoto interrupts him.

"Natsuo, you-" He glares up at his older brother while you feel his fingers clench around your skin. The clicking of your mother's heels makes him pause his sentence.

"My apologies for the wait. The rooms are ready, right this way." Your mother motions for them to come with her. As she walks up the staircase, she begins to speak again. "There are two extra rooms. Fuyumi, you will take (Y/N)'s room for the night. Natsuo and Shoto can have the other two rooms."

You tried to fathom her directions, but they didn't make any sense. If there are two extra rooms, why would Fuyumi need yours? Couldn't Natsuo and Shoto share while Fuyumi has the other? Perhaps the brothers want their own space, you didn't mind being with Fuyumi anyways. But as your mother reaches the top of the staircase and opens the door to your room, you realize that you are mistaken.

Although your room maintains the same orientation, all of your personal items are missing. The essential products that you use almost every day are nowhere to be found. Most of your decorations have been removed, leaving the walls bare and empty. Any of your medication, skincare, and some other sentimental belongings are gone. Either changed or disappeared. but they were here when you woke up this morning. Almost as if your room was ransacked while you were busy.

Before you could ask, your mother leads Fuyumi into the room. She sets down her suitcase on the ground before making herself comfortable on your bed. Soon, your mother closes your bedroom door before taking Natsuo to his simple guest room next door. The older brother thanks your mother and locks his door as well.

She ushers Shoto to another spare guest room next to Natsuo. When opening the door to Shoto's room, you notice one unmistakable detail — there's only one bed. Logically, this meant you had to share a room with Fuyumi, right? Your mother wouldn't dare allow you to sleep in one bed with any of the brothers... right?

The room is decorated with a few potted plants, dim lamps, and a small desk area. You're reminded of his dorm room when he attended U.A a few years ago. Except, his futon is replaced with a king-size canopy bed. White and gold sheets cover the mattress while a see-through curtain drapes over the frames. Fluffy silk pillows entice your heavy eyelids.

"Shoto, this will be your room. Wait here and get comfortable, alright?" Shoto seems pleased with the scenery. He nods at your mother before entering and closing the door.

Turning away from your mother, you walk towards your room — or Fuyumi's room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Snapping your head around, you see your mother clenching her fists with an unreadable facial expression, but you could tell that she is angry.

"I'm sharing a room with Fuyumi... aren't I?"

"No." Harshly grabbing your wrists, she leads you to your walk-in wardrobe before shutting the door. You're too dazed to process everything, barely noticing where she has taken you until it's too late.

So, you're not sharing a room with Fuyumi. There was no way you were sharing one with Natsuo or Shoto. Perhaps you would sleep on the couch? Or in your parents' room? Although your father always hated letting you see him in such a weakened state. She forcibly removes your clothing and shoes off of your body and hastily throws them in a pile of clothes that covers the whole room. Your mother isn't usually this disorganized, and her disheveled state warns you that something is wrong. The pestering feeling that you've tried to ignore can no longer remain quiet.

"Where will I be sleeping?" You meekly ask as she finally finds the piece of clothing that she has spent the whole time searching for.

"In Shoto's room." She holds up a long cream-colored, sheer négligée to your body and imagines how the clothing would fit before slipping the thin fabric over your head.

As you stare in the mirror, you can't help but gasp. Thanks to your brassier and panties, most of your 'sensitive' areas are covered but your arms and legs are exposed to the unusually cold air. A state of panic ran through your veins. You were expected to sleep in Shoto's room wearing this. A room with only one bed. The worst possible outcomes began to fill your head, it sounded sick and nonsensical. Although he was your dear friend, you knew that your mother would never agree to do something like this.

"Isn't this a bit too revealing to wear around him?" You were met with an unwavering silence that caused your heart to beat faster in your chest. "Mom... you've been acting strange all day. Please just talk to me. This- This doesn't make any sense... Why are you doing this?"

"Why can't you just cooperate for once and stop asking questions?" A scowl forms across her face, slowly getting annoyed. Your lips press together, you want to trust your mother... but you can't.

As you scan her face through the mirror, you realize that she is hiding more than anger behind her emotions. Tears swell in your eyelids but you aren't sure why. Her actions couldn't soothe your never-ending anxiety. She begins working on your hair, removing the pins stuck between your strands before giving you a simplistic style. After finishing, she lightly sprays some sweet-smelling luxury perfume. Your mother seems nearly done with her odd preparations, you unclench your jaw and start to speak.

"I know you're stressed about something, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself..." You begin to think she will ignore you again when she checks your attire once more. Until she responds.

"I'm fine. We will be fine. Go spend the night with Shoto, please... Just one night." A brief glance at her and she seems to be pleading with you as you hear the strange tone of her voice. "I will talk to you in the morning."

After looking over your clothes one last time, she forces you out of your underwear and into a lace fabric that leaves you even more anxious. Brewing with embarrassment, you realized that your mother wouldn't offer any comforting words to soothe you. Instead, she checks her wristwatch before furrowing her brows and releases a stressed sigh.

"It's time. Now, go to Shoto's room. Don't run off." She turns her back away from you before motioning you towards the exit. You grab a velvety thick robe and throw it over your shoulders before she could see and leave.

Her hands clasp over her mouth as she holds back pained cries. However, she couldn't stop tears from cascading down her cheeks. Praying to whichever God could hear her for forgiveness. Your mother is deeply sorry, she didn't want this to happen. She hopes you'll be more understanding and forgive her in the morning.

As your feet touch the mahogany flooring, you can’t stop the impending feeling of doom that courses through your veins. Sighing heavily, you contemplate dashing to your room to share it with Fuyumi despite your mother’s warning. Yet, you couldn’t dismiss the idea of his sister knowing why your mother seemed tense. The look Fuyumi gives you during dinner replays in your mind. Perhaps the whole family knew and you were the only one left in the dark. Your hand lingers on the doorknob of Shoto’s room, and you quickly suppress the idea of running away.

Unlocking the door, you tiptoe into the bedroom quietly. At first, you don’t notice him — the bed seemed tidy as if it hadn’t been touched. Gazing around the space, you see Shoto sitting at the small desk while scrolling through his phone. He stops and watches your frame enter the door, eyes widening once he takes in the sight of your attire. His clothes are changed now, a loose white t-shirt and long navy pajama pants.

“Please don’t stare… It’s a bit embarrassing,” Once you finally enter the room, you wrap the robe tighter around your clothes.

“Sorry, my apologies.” Shyly looking elsewhere, he refocuses on his phone again.

You quickly move to the end of the canopy bed, drawing back the sheer curtains before sitting on the plush sheets. Shoto is barely visible through the drapes but his phone light illuminates brightly in the dimly lit room. You were thankful for the fleece robe covering your shoulders and arms, the harsh cold air made goosebumps arise on your skin.

"So... How will we sleep?" Breaking the silence in the room, you ask him after a few minutes pass. Shoto shifts in his chair and the white light from his phone suddenly disappears but is replaced by a lamp.

"Are you nervous about sleeping in the same bed? We've been friends for so long, it won't be a problem for me." He says, you can see his head turn towards you through the curtain.

Normally, you wouldn't care too much about staying in the same room together. He was right, you two were close friends. Yet, as you glance down at your clothing and remember the words of your mother, the tension of the meeting is hard to dismiss.

"I guess I don't mind either but I still feel weird about it," Pausing for a few brief seconds, you release a sigh before continuing. "My mother has been acting strange today. Well, not just today... for the past week." As you speak, Shoto rises from the desk. He moves the curtain out of his path before sitting next to you on the bed. You don't notice his movements until a sharp coldness reaches your skin. "I just feel a bit uneasy, sorry..."

"Don't be," His fingers softly caress your arm, an act you always did to comfort him. "She's probably stressed about seeing my father again."

"I hope..." Your mother did mention being 'happy' about The Todoroki Family visiting. You want to believe his reassurance, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise.

The night seems to fly fast as the two of you talk for a while. Shoto seems more eager to initiate a conversation without worrying about the stress of his nosy siblings. He shares some details about his life after graduating from U.A., most of which you already knew. Immediately after becoming a Pro-Hero, he joined his father's agency and accompanies him on patrol. Most of his free time is spent resting at home during the night, usually when you two would call. On the days he didn't have any work, he would typically visit his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

Various topics are brought up and soon the clock reaches midnight. Shoto seems to have some energy in him, and you decide to continue despite your drowsy eyes. He mentions that he's been feeling lonely because of the mountain of work that has been pushed upon him. Your smile and promises to share your time with him are meaningless to him. He knows, one way or another, you will live up to your words.

"Don't you have someone special in your life?" Your ears perk up as you await his response to the question. Shoto's eyes trail off in the distance as he searches for an answer.

"I do..." He mumbles quietly, initially thinking that you haven't heard him until you happily congratulate him.

"Really? Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Throwing questions at him only made Shoto's smile widen across his lips.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you in the morning," Before you could protest, he speaks again. "And you?"

"Oh... I'm not in a relationship right now." Feeling his heart skip a beat at your response, a weight lifts off of his shoulders... briefly. "But, there is someone that I'm talking to." His amiable demeanor seems to shift as he listens, eyes piercing your frame. "What's wrong..?"

"Nothing... Who is it?"

"You know him, it's Bakugou." Of course Shoto knows who he is. They were once classmates and soon began working at his father's agency together.

"I do, we work together on occasion." His fingers nervously tap against his thigh, trying to release whatever pent-up stress is building in his system. "How long have you been talking to him?"

"Only for a couple weeks. He works at Endeavor's agency, right?" Shoto gives you a small nod to answer your question. "Actually, the first time I met him, I stopped by Musutafu to look for you but he said you were on patrol with your father. We talked for a bit... and got to know each other." A warm heat spread across your face as you felt the temperature of the room begin to rise.

"I see..." Shoto uttered yet a sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to speak. He made sure to ask your mother beforehand if you had any other suitors, to which she strongly denied. "Have you two..?

"Have we..?" He peers up at you, hoping that you understood his implication. "Oh, we haven't kissed... or done anything else. I mean I've been too busy with college to be in a relationship." You tried to excuse yourself past the embarrassing situation, but Shoto seemed at ease with your responses.

"I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes as you move to rest your back against a pillow on the bed's headboard.

"It's fine. I don't usually visit too often, just when I'm passing through..." You go on to tell him about the small dates you would arrange with Bakugou during his breaks.

Making him and the other sidekicks bento boxes for lunch, on the same days when Shoto was away. Practically boasting about the trinkets and presents he gifts you, saying that he was reminded of you when buying them. On days when he was free, Bakugou would invite you over to his apartment to cook with him and show some new recipes he was currently trying to perfect.

As Shoto listens to you gushing over his coworker, a spark of anger consumes his entire spirit. Neither Bakugou nor any of the sidekicks he was acquaintances with mentioned you; listening to you ramble about the time you spent with them had shocked him. How did you even manage to befriend Bakugou?

Although his poor temper gradually improved over the years, he wasn't the easiest to approach. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. Shoto thought he had done everything to keep a watchful eye over you despite being so far away, only for you to be right under his nose. His temperamental 'friend' wasn't worthy of you, he should be the one in Bakugou's place.

The slow approach he decided to take wasn't successful, someone captured your heart — the place he comfortably resided for many years — and he wouldn't allow himself to be dethroned.

A flicker of flames in the dim room makes your rambling end, you watch as Shoto stares off in the room with his head looking away.

"Are you okay..?" You inquire while watching some of the flames nearly burn through his clothing.

"No, I'm not." His fists clench together before releasing as his body seems to relax briefly.

"What's wrong?"

"Bakugou isn't the type of person you should be dating." Suddenly, his gaze shifts to you with a serious, deadpan expression.

"What do you mean? If you're talking about his anger, it's not an issue. He's been really kind to me."

"No, no... That's not what I mean." Shoto inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm telling you this because you are my closest friend and I deeply care about you," You watch him intently and prepare for his response. "But I've seen other girls at the office with him. Some old classmates, a few sidekicks. He's always flirting with them. Trust me, he brings a new girl over every week."

His entire statement is nothing but lies. The gullible expression on your face tells him that you believed his dishonesty. There was no reason for him to make up stories, you thought. Bakugou isn't 'close' to any of the other sidekicks, at least to his knowledge, Shoto has been the only one he considered a friend. His classmates have visited their agency, but only for work-related business.

Bakugou never mentioned seeing someone, never said your name, or showed you off. So when Shoto heard his name leave your lips, he was obviously shocked. He didn't care too much, Bakugou would never be considered his 'friend' or 'colleague' anymore — it was time for him to be disposed of.

"But... But if that's true, why didn't Moe or the others say anything?" Your features changed from a look of disbelief to pain and denial in a matter of seconds. Shoto truly felt bad, he really did. Yet, he knows you'll feel better in the morning. Call him sadistic, but watching your heartbreak turned him on. He would replace your sadness and bring never-ending joy.

"Knowing the type of person my father is, it's inevitable that his employees would be the same." Perhaps that wasn't valid for the other sidekicks, excluding Shoto.

He was truly elated seeing you become more and more distraught. This was his intention; play with your emotions, leave you fragile and ready to accept him. He didn't mind having to exploit the evil of his father knowing that you disliked Enji as much as he did. Your lips and eyes began to droop, forming a visible frown. Maybe because it was your first petty heartbreak, that's why it felt so bad. You always told yourself that you could overcome meaningless relationships, but the smiles you shared with everyone seemed to hurt the most. It was nothing but a facade and a waste of your time.

"I feel like an idiot..." A few teardrops escaped your eyes and trickled past your cheeks. God, why are you such a crybaby?

His warm side of his body pulls you in closer and embraces you in a smoldering hug. Shoto wasn't exceptionally affectionate, but he hated seeing you cry — especially over other people. He tried to hush your soft sniffles, you were quite pathetic to become emotional over Bakugou since you two weren't even dating. Unless there was something else you didn't share.

"It's okay... It's okay. You don't need someone like him. He wouldn't have treated you right." Your head nuzzles in the crock of your shoulder as the heat from his body washes over you.

As you begin to stop, he peels away from you before gently placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The salty liquid coats his tongue as you melt into his touch, assuming it was only platonic affection. Of course, it wasn't. The feeling of your skin against his lips sparked something inside of him that he had been waiting patiently for so long. Wanting to be bold and explore further, Shoto trails his light pecks down to the tip of your nose and hovers over your lips. Once you feel him trying to steal a kiss, you push yourself away.

"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed." He removes his arms from your sides, watching as you nod and accept his apology.

The room soon quiets down and the air begins to fill with warmth. Yet, you begin to miss the feeling of his body against yours. Shoto lifts himself off of the bed and disappears to the desk he was originally seated in. You can hear the tapping of plates and metal and soon Shoto appears by your side of the bed. Pushing the curtain away, he reveals a tray of light food in his hands.

"What are these for?" You ask, but he only offers a vague answer.

"In case you become hungry or thirsty. I'll sit by the desk to give you some privacy." He places the tray on your lap before moving back to the desk.

"Oh, thank you."

Shoto takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling aimlessly again. You can see the white light through the sheer drapes, and for a brief second, you wonder what Shoto is busy doing. His fingers dance across the screen, frantically texting his father that he wants Bakugou to be fired by the morning. Speaking of the hothead, your mind runs across him once more. It's still hard to believe Shoto since Bakugou seemed so genuine. Alas, you've only known him for a short time and it is hard to trust someone fully.

You'll talk to Bakugou when you wake up.

While you think about what tomorrow has to offer, you start to feel a strange need to drink. The room starts to fill with immense heat; although half of your body can handle it, thanks to your fire quirk, the other half becomes unbearable. When did it get so hot? The robe on your shoulders starts to feel uncomfortable on your now sticky skin. You remove the clothing from your body, not caring that Shoto would see your lingerie if he was close. For now, you need to cool down. If only he was beside you...

Your eyes peer down at the tray: one glass of water, a cluster of grapes, one pomegranate sliced in half, and a whole apple.

Reaching for the glass, you bring it to your lips and sip all of the liquid. The cup gives you relief from the heat; inside are a few jagged ice cubes. Taking one in your mouth, you finally begin to relax again. When you finish, you place the glass on the tray and scan the contents again. A wave of hunger urges you to eat something, anything, on the plate. You choose the pomegranate, plucking some seeds from the inside before eating them.

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto's eyes have been on your frame since the moment he heard your body shift on the mattress. Smiling to himself once he sees you consume the food he's gifted you. He places his phone down on the desk and rises from his chair.

Before you could finish the fruit, you sense Shoto's presence near the bed. You look up but it's too late, an icy cold grip on your wrist halts your movements. As you stare up at him visibly confused and dazed, he says in a low hushed tone:

"You stole from me, so it's only fair if I take something from you."

"Take something from me? What do you mean..?" You ask, yet he only responds by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

This time, his hand restrains your neck and coaxes you closer to his body — making it difficult to reject him. The familiar flavor of pomegranate coats your taste buds as you feel his tongue slip inside your parted lips. His teeth nip at your flesh until it becomes swollen and a strange metallic sensation mixes on your tongue.

You feel the tray moving on your lap until it's placed elsewhere in the room. Your hands instinctively move to his shoulders as if trying to keep a predator at bay. Shoto's arms envelop your torso, further deepening the kiss until he feels your nerves relax under him. Grazing his tongue across your lips, he soon kneels on an open space in the mattress.

Submitting to his touches, your hands soon trail down to his chest until a hard, rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat throbs in your palm. The overjoyed hero's body became restless as he felt your contact with his skin; he'd been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. To share a kiss with you, his first and he hoped yours as well.

Separating his body with yours, his arms untangled from your body as he placed light kisses along the underside of your jaw to your neck. Ignoring the light hums and soft noises you made from his actions, Shoto's fingers clawed at your flimsy sleepwear that would surely tear off if he wasn't careful. His head nestled atop your shoulder, breathing in your scent and silently cursing your mother for dousing you in nauseating perfume.

"Shoto..." You mewled out weakly as his face presses further against your skin.

"Sorry," He mumbles in a quiet whisper. "I just couldn't hold back anymore..." Sitting in an empty space beside you on the bed, Shoto is reluctant to remove you from his hold as if he is afraid you will flee.

His fingernails stab sharply into the fabric of your clothing and nearly scrape into your flesh. Then, his breathing becomes rigged as he murmurs a few incoherent words. It takes a few minutes for you to understand; the words slipping out of his mouth are endless apologies. Before you could inquire about what was wrong — you weren't angry with his overly affectionate demeanor, only confused — he raises his head, now quiet as his lips tremble as he tries to form some words in his head.

"This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, I was hoping to court you first." You feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, as you peer up at him you notice some flames blazing from the red burn on his eye. Shoto faces you now, however his stare is cast down to your hands which he soon intertwines with his own. "But... I was too late. Now, you're thinking about him, not me... Is there something wrong with me?"

"W- What..? No, Shoto, I think you should calm down." His grip on your hands doesn't falter, instead tightening. A hot tingle from one of his hands engulfs yours, so painful that you're sure it will leave a scar if he doesn't move. "Y- You're hurting me..."

Upon seeing the flash of heat on your hand, he flinches away and begs for your forgiveness. He soothes your pain with his ice and pulls away once you're calm.

"Am I not worthy?" As you try to remind him of his value and deny his acts of low confidence, he stays unfazed. "Then, why haven't you noticed? Do you not think of me the same way?"

"Noticed... what?"

"My love for you, but I suppose you've never felt the same way." It would be a lie for you to claim that you haven't experienced a romantic attraction to him... somehow, you've forgotten after the years passed. "It's my fault, I should've been more direct." He brings your wounded hand to his lips before kissing at the marks. "I've always felt this way since you saved me. We were made for each other, don't you see? I've been gone for too long, perhaps you've just forgotten, right? Let's make up for all our lost time..."

Before you could fully comprehend his words, Shoto's hands move to your shoulders and knead into your muscles; soothing your strained body in order to get you to relax. As some time passes, you begin to slip away into his touch as your head becomes heavy and fills with fog. He releases a pleasing hum, thinking to himself that the profession of his undying love finally swayed your heart — that was not the case. The more you calmed, the further his hands would dip into untouched territory on your body as you succumbed to his caresses.

His knees cage either side of your body as he hovers above you, pressing firmly into cushioning. His warm breath tickles the hairs of your neck, sprouting goosebumps throughout your skin. He stops his hands over your chest to feel your rapidly beating heart; the rhythm nearly matches his own. Whatever ounce of cowardice or fear leaves his tainted spirit. Shoto is certain that now is a perfect time; everything he'd ever wanted was coming true, and the option to retreat is gone. Unfortunately, you are forced to comply with the same sentiments.

Swiftly maneuvering his hands to the hem of your nightwear, Shoto easily peels the fabric off of your body. Coaxing you upwards, he lifts the garment over your arms and head before neatly discarding it elsewhere in the room. His palms tenderly squish the flesh covered by your bra while you instinctively hold onto his wrists. His eyes lovingly glimmer with a look of pure adoration; Shoto takes his time, slowly basking in the feeling of your body in his hands. Your hold on him loosens with every timid touch he gives you.

He leans forward, pressing another breathtaking kiss to silence any protests, which are now nonexistent. The thought of pushing him away is buried by the sense of desperation that emits from his hold and his kiss. His fingers travel behind your back and play with your brassier before unclasping it. Hooking his fingers over your lace panties, both undergarments soon disappear to an unknown location in the room. As you lay bare and exposed to the fluctuating temperatures of the room, he raises himself off the mattress and positions himself behind you with your back resting on his chest.

Stroking your plush thighs, he chuckles after he hears you gasp when his hands graze too close to your opening. His thumb circles around your clit as his other hand travels to your bust and fits perfectly around one, caressing your pebbled skin and teasing your bud. Shoto rests his head perfectly on your shoulder until your cheeks are pressing closely together. You can't see him — too focused on the movement of his arms — but he intently watches your body writhe. Your legs threaten to close once you feel him stroke your hood.

"You know... I've never done something like this before," He barely breathes out as his voice makes a chill run down your spine. There's something in the tone of his voice that sounds abnormal. "You're doing so well..."

Your fingers dig sharply into Shoto's hands, leaving indents in his skin as his thumb meets your sex at an agonizingly slow pace. He seemed to take pleasure in it as you could hear the echo of his soft laughter directly in one of your ears when you became too frustrated.

"Sho... Sho- Can you... faster, please?" Your slurred speech and submissive behavior would have been embarrassing if you were in the right state of mind, but alas that was not the case.

"Hmm? You want me to move faster..?" Upon hearing your hum of approval, he deepens his press against your clit. Partially lifting your hood and exposing your swollen nub to the air. Smiling against your skin, he says, "You're so perfect, just for me... mine."

His middle finger ghosts around your folds, and your core trembles practically begging for him to enter and offer some relief. An immense heat erupts from your body despite none of your quirks being in use. Although Shoto's body is warm, it provides you comfort. There's a need for you to be next to him, to touch him. Your fire quirk is not active, but you feel like you're burning. A small glance around the room and you see no flames erupting from his left side. Your hands raise from his wrists and slide up his arms to push your body closer against him.

Teasing your unnaturally wet slick, Shoto thanks himself for slipping an aphrodisiac inside of the water. Parting your folds with his index and ring fingers, he sinks his middle inside your warm walls soon groaning as they clench around him. "so wet for me, only me. never for anyone else..." He wishes he could feel you tightening on his cock. Unfortunately, you haven't noticed it stiffening behind you. His finger nudges upwards into a gummy section of your walls, eagerly exploring inside.

He leaves kisses and small nips across your nape. Harshly sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin that your mother would surely question you about in the morning. His fingers pump in and out of you; the rhythm is erratic before he nestles in a region of your walls that you seem to enjoy. Stretching you out as much as his thick fingers can, he reaches deeper inside with each thrust. As he grazes across a sensitive area, your feet bury into the duvet.

Trying to swallow your moans proved to be pointless, expletives and slurred mewls of pleasure begin to echo through the walls; a symphony to Shoto's ears but a nuisance to the others inside. One of his hands trails to your exposed breasts. He sharply exhales at the flesh in his palm, tugging on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screw shut when Shoto's thumb rolls across your sensitive clit again, drawing your body nearer to a release. His hand soon moves from your chest to your throat.

Squeezing lightly against your veins until you start to feel dizzy, he pulls you even closer to him and whispers, "call me yours" "say you'll never leave me" "tell me you love me" "say it" "just say it... please". Shoto starts chanting more demands in your ear, hoping in your disoriented state you would listen — even if it was just for tonight. However, he can't perform miracles and his use of power could only take him so far. He released his hold as your lungs began to fill with air again. His fingers move to tightly gasp your chin.

"Sho- Shoto... I..." You stutter before pausing at a sudden pool of warmth rushing to your lower tummy. You want to answer him truthfully, but the new sensation of pleasure on your bottom half overtakes you — or maybe that is what you try to convince yourself.

Feeling your walls begin to spasm, Shoto senses that you're close. A pool of your wetness begins to leak into the duvet and stain the sheets. As your core pulses and contracts around his fingers, you grasp onto his arms. You try to urge him deeper, getting lost in the sensation before you feel him pull away. His finger slips out easily and his thumb disconnects from your clit, denying your climax. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you spasm in his arms even more aroused than before, but it soon fades with his fingers gone.

"Why couldn't you answer?" He surprisingly asks as if the hand locked on your throat gave you any chance to replay. "Do you dislike me that much? Am I so repulsive?" You always knew his esteem was low after he was burned, but you assumed he overcame it. When you try to deny his insecurities, your words are unintelligible with your rapid breathing. He looks away before responding, "Nevermind."

Shoto raises your body and moves from behind you. His demeanor seems agitated, but no less determined than before. He was certain that he would walk out of the room knowing that you adored him the same way he did. It wasn't in his plan to go this far, yet the restless feeling in his chest wouldn't dissipate. You rested backward on the bed, unable to support yourself after sitting up for so long. He peels his clothing from his body revealing his well-toned and sculpted frame from years of hard work.

He kneels on the bed again but this time between your legs. He leans forward until he's eye-level with your pussy after straightening your waist. The first time he's seen your body so perfect and on display for him. Internally, he congratulates himself for saving your climax until now; a taste is better instead, he thinks.

His lips attach to your inner thighs as he kisses and leaves blue and purple marks against your skin. The pads of his fingers massage your flesh, occasionally making it tremble weakly in his palms. Every sensation that touches your body makes you crave Shoto more, you're certain that it is purely from arousal and not romantic emotions. It was obvious to you what he wanted by now.

His hot breath tingles your heat, smirking when he sees your slit spasm. Disappearing between your thighs, you feel him do kitten licks on your pearl before flattening his tongue and doing a long lap at your folds. Unable to hold back his pure excitement, he collects your essence on his wet muscle, so eager for a taste. A sting of your wetness and his saliva connect before breaking as he pulls away. Swirling his tongue on your clit, Shoto darts across your bud a few times before savoring whatever oozes out of you.

Noises inside the room are nothing but pure filth, you pray that no one can hear. His head peaks up to see your expression of pure ecstasy and bliss. When you lock eyes with him, you notice his chin and lips stained with a clear mixture of your juices. Tangling your fingers in his hair, your hand nudges him deeper towards his entrance to chase after a release as heat travels down below your tummy.

He focuses on your bud; sucking at the sex and repeating once he feels your fingers tug and scratch his scalp. Another thick finger soon enters again making your walls contract. As your back arches off the bed and your toes curl around themselves, heat emits from your body; expletives and moans leave your throat. You no longer cared about his family hearing, it was surely too late now.

His hands press your hips further into the mattress, trying to keep your shifting body still. Soon, a gush of your release leaks onto his tongue as he eagerly catches every drop; unwinding and finishing on Shoto's face. His lips glisten with clear sticky liquid as he helps you ride out your orgasm. While you pant and steadily lose your grip on his hair, he presses further into your mound and licks your slick clean.

Shoto pulls away from your lower half while you watch as he raises himself proudly. Peering down at you and grinning to himself, obviously happy that he could make you orgasm. He repositions his hips between your legs, easily parting your tired and numb thighs. You haven't caught a good look at his length but when you glimpse down, you see it. It's so pretty. Perfectly trimmed half-white and half-red hair and it seemed well-groomed for the occasion. Of course, this was all a planned meeting.

When he notices you staring, a pink blush spreads across his cheeks and ears. Shoto doesn't think it's much but you believe otherwise. Unsure what to do with your hands, you rest them over your heart until they are near to your face and chin. His tip glides over your opening, prodding over your hole gently and holding your waist as he starts to sink in.

His cock buries deep inside your cunt, swallowing him whole inch by inch. Cries of pain ring in Shoto's ears as his girth stretches you apart. Your eyes clench shut for a second and when they reopen his face is only a few inches away from yours. His hands hook under both of your legs, pushing them close to your chest while whispering something about how it will feel better this way. His eyes are filled with lust, twinkling before colliding his lips with yours. A taste of your essence still remains on his tongue. Trying to soothe your cries, he muffles them with his passionate kisses.

Slowly, he finally bottoms out of your warm region; only pulling away from your lips when you tighten around him. Your eyes close once again as you try to find subtle acts to suppress the pain. Shoto doesn't seem to approve of this, though.

"Darling, couples should look in the eye when they make love to each other..." Icy fingers wrap around your chin and forcefully tilt your chin until he is the only thing in your view. His eyes glisten with pure adoration while yours are unreadable. Perhaps it was the opposite — fear or disdain.

You aren't sure. Shoto, however, convinces himself that you have the same affections. The euphoric state of pleasure he's in from being with you clouds his mind. Couples? You want to question him but his hold on your jaw is tight and unwavering. It locks your mouth in place until you can lightly mumble one word...

"Shoto..."

He shushes you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he fills you completely. A deep sensation of pressure along your walls brings you nothing but discomfort. Soon raising his hips, his cock glides out of your slick-covered core as he thrusts gently. Massaging your walls, as his tip rubs along a sensitive spot a small feeling of pleasure comes — lackluster compared to the girth of his cock. It was much bigger than most you've seen or encountered in your life; you haven't seen it, but you're sure it's one of the few things he's inherited from his father.

As you wince in pain, he says, "i'll try and go easy..." It's clear and audible but spoken behind gritted teeth and nearly slurred like he's holding his composure. You needed to be molded perfectly, fitting in his arms like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Just for him. Just for the first night, at least.

He starts at a gentle, slow pace. Each thrust brings a gradual and deeper feeling of bliss that diminishes your initial discomfort. The grunts and low moans he makes directly in your ear coaxes you into enjoying. For a moment, you forget about your lack of consent to this. You envelop him so perfectly that it's hard for Shoto to hold back as he begins to hasten and deepen his sloppy thrusts inside your pussy. His arms wrap around your body, bringing you closer to him until your chests are pressing directly on each other.

"Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, princess..." A tone that sounds nothing like the Shoto you know. But then again, he seems so pussy-drunk, you aren't sure anymore.

As his pace becomes more frantic and desperate to release his own essence, you feel a familiar coil in your heart threaten to loosen. Your nails dig and claw at Shoto's back; you miss seeing his elated expression just out of the corner of your eye. You've finally marked him too and claimed him as yours, he thinks. His hips roll against your spot once more, making you moan and utter, "oh- fuck, sho- m' gonna..!"

"Let it out for me, don't hold back" His eyes never leave your face, waiting and watching patiently. "you wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" "jus' mine, only for me..." "you love my cock, you do...'

Nodding and responding with a muffled and pitched hum, "mm..!" You've succumbed to his wishes tonight.

"Say it, you love me..."

"I... I love you, Shoto." Staring up at you with full expectation, there wasn't any possible way for you to avoid him.

Pleased with your response, he returns with newfound vigor. Hungry lust for more is evident with his energetic thrusts; rutting deep and knocking the steel bedframe into the wall. Trailing his hand down to your clit, he massages the swollen bud until your walls flutter around and a warm gush of clear liquid covers his shaft. Panting into his skin, you suck him deeper into your entrance as Shoto savors the feeling and hopes for more.

He doesn't slow down, not even after you've calmed down from your high. Instead gripping your chin and forcing you to stare at him again. His eyes are now glowing differently than before as an eerie smile creeps across his lips. He's so happy to hear you say the words he's been waiting for since the start of the night. You were right before, this isn't the Shoto you know. The one you trained with, the one you spent your entire childhood with. The glimmer in his eyes soon turns dark and lovestruck as if you're the only being of importance.

"You... love me? You do... You do..." He chants more nonsensical words again but you're unable to pay attention with the overstimulation giving you too much pleasure after your high. "You do... Mine. My other half..." His speech nearly matches the rhythm of his thrusts, frantic and needy. Trying to speak does you no good; he can't hear you over his own voice, anyways.

Repeating his words in a sinister fashion as if he's doing some sort of ritual. His giddy voice sounds as if he's excited that you've reciprocated his love, finally. Shoto bites down on your neck until a metallic taste coats his tongue. Grunting loudly before his muscles seize up and his hot breath tickles your neck with his heavy panting. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he paints your walls white and spills his seed deep inside. He stays resting on top of your chest for a couple minutes to make sure nothing leaks out.

"You're always so good to me, (Y/N)... You've always loved me when no one else has." He says through his exhales. "I was a little rough," Finally, he sees the marks and bites scattered across your skin. "I'm sorry, I got desperate but I'm happy you can listen to me now."

As he pulls out, some cum leaks between your folds. He collects it with his finger and pushes it deep inside your heat. Shoto tries showing his finger covered in white essence to you, "look, this means we're united forever... no matter what happens, we'll always be together, won't we? you won't leave me... right?"

Your lack of response makes him brim with anxiety but when he looks at you, he sees how exhausted you are. Your head is tilted to the side as your eyes threaten to close. Soon, your breathing becomes steady and your hold on his body weakens. Shoto moves off of you until he lays to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you drift off to sleep.

"I guess it's wearing off... you'll be asleep for a while." He whispers while clinging to your body. "I wanted to talk about the future, our future. But I'll have to wait until the morning..." The soft sounds of your snoring soon echo through the walls. "Good night, my love."

Chirping birds at the crack of dawn. Orange-purple hues paint the sky's blank canvas. Finally, it's morning. You would've seen each of these scenic treasures if you waked up earlier. Instead, as if you didn't have a care in the world, you slept in. Far past the times you usually wake up when dealing with college. Shifting peacefully under the bed's white duvet, your body easily nestled into the soft cushion. You didn't want to wake up, at least not right now. It wasn't until the morning sunshine bled through the curtains and brightened the entire room, you didn't have a choice now.

Your arms felt around the space next to you only to discover that there was nobody there. As you lift your heavy eyelids, you realize that Shoto was missing; only an imprint of his body remained in the sheets. Trying to move only brought severe pains throughout your body: your arms, legs, neck, head, and in between your thighs. You didn't forget the events of the previous night, how could you? Each mark on your body was a reminder of that.

Sitting up in the bed, you tried looking for your phone but it was nowhere to be found. Did you even bring it with you when you stayed in the room with Shoto? You hadn't used it the entire evening. It was left somewhere in your room, but you had not seen it when your mother brought Fuyumi into your room. Perhaps one of them knew its location. You planned on calling Bakugou to ask him about the other 'girls' Shoto said he was messing with but you soon decide to do it later.

A nearby digital clock atop the dresser presents the time; it is nearly eleven in the morning. It was quite unusual for you to sleep so long since you've been waking up early for college. A head-splitting migraine brings you out of your thoughts, compared to last night you finally feel normal again but with pains in your body. Next to the clock is a note and clothing. You walk to the dress and hold the piece of paper to read it closely:

'Please get dressed with these and meet us in the living room.' Written neatly in Shoto's handwriting.

Under the note is a pair of wide-legged pants and a crisply ironed blouse. You get dressed in the clothes provided, not thinking too much about why they are here. You're only grateful that you don't have to wear flimsy lingerie. Before you leave the room, you check yourself in the mirror. You try desperately to cover or conceal any of the bruises left on your body and tidy up your appearance.

When you finally exit, you see Natsuo leaving his room with his belongings, ready to depart. He looks up and sees you, smiling widely before approaching you in a friendly demeanor.

"Good morning, Natsuo." You say, finally acknowledging him. He responds with the same greeting before continuing.

"We missed you during breakfast." Ah, you were sleeping for that long. "Shoto said you were really tired last night when I asked him."

"Yeah... I guess." You try not to do anything awkward but soon your face heats up as your face makes a guilty expression. "So... How did you sleep last night?" He chuckles to himself and seems to turn red.

"I slept fine, but... You and Shoto... Made a little too much noise." As if your morning couldn't get any more embarrassing. Natsuo's eyes shift to exposed marks on your skin.

"I'm so, so sorry..! I didn't mean- We didn't mean to disturb you..!"

"It's fine, really. You two are newlyweds now and it was your first night together, right? You guys really couldn't wait, huh?" Wait... newlyweds? Maybe you misheard, or it was some old-fashioned way of saying you were dating Shoto. You didn't want to think that, but then again, friends don't do things like that and keep the same platonic feels. "It's getting late, everyone is leaving soon." He checks the time on his phone before lifting his things. "The family is waiting for you downstairs. I can walk you to them if you'd like."

You shyly nod, not wanting to seem rude. As you and Natsuo walk down the staircase, you can hear the chatter of people in the living room. You can recognize your mother's voice amongst the sound. Natsuo reveals that Fuyumi is waiting outside, but he thinks it's best if you meet Shoto first. When you reach the end of the stairs, you see your mother, Enji, and Shoto nearby in the living room.

"I have to get going, but I'll see you soon." He smiles brightly at you and waves before heading for the front door.

Turning your head, you see the three of them sitting on the couch. Various papers cover the large coffee table and Enji writes his signature on one of the papers. Shoto is given the pen from him and begins to sign on another free space, just under his father. Other signatures are written on the page. As you approach, your mother notices you and quickly stands. The two men seem alerted by her sudden movements and halt.

Shoto and his father watch as she pulls you out of the room and down the hall, away from everyone.

"Why is Enji here?" You ask your mother, hoping that she doesn't ignore your questions for once. Of course, you're wrong. But this time she reaches out to clasp your hands tightly. You try to move past her and walk back into the living room; something isn't right. She blocks your view.

"Look at me." When you do, you notice her glossy eyes and trembling hands. Her grip is tight but every few seconds it seems to loosen as her lips quiver in a frown. "I'm sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner... I wanted to but your father didn't think it would be a good idea."

"You... You spoke to him? When?" Your father always hated letting you see him in his ill state. He always avoided you, limiting himself to their bedroom and only leaving when you were away. Your mother takes a deep breath and continues.

"That's not important. From now on, you will be living with Shoto and his family..."

"I- I don't understand. Why am I staying with them? I can't... I want to stay with you and Dad." Then, as if the gears in your mind finally start working, you realize. "Is that the reason why you brought them over? You did all this work to the house just to impress them? And then make me live with them?"

You were partially correct. This wasn't to impress the patriarch or any of his older children. This was for the youngest, who demanded everything to be perfect for this day. He chose this design, it was based on the home he prepared for you two to live in. Perhaps Shoto thought it was kind to let you experience your new life for one night rather than to throw you in blind. Remove all of your sentimental value from this measly home until it was unrecognizable, the only thing to conquer next was your parents. The torture from knowing your home was now a reminder of your absence seemed painful enough.

"Yes, it is. Recently, it's been hard for us to manage his medical bills. Nobody here is working, it was getting harder each day and his condition has been worsening for the past few months." If it was money, you could've found a job somewhere. It wouldn't be much but it would have helped.

"But... What does that have to do with me moving?"

"Please, forgive me. Don't be angry, okay? This isn't punishment." She waits for your hesitant nod and speaks again. "Shoto must've heard about your father's illness from someone close. I'm not sure, I've never told anyone. He offered to convince Enji to help financially. They'll cover the hospital bills and transfer your father to a better doctor. Except, for an exchange, your hand in marriage."

The rest of your mother's words seem to fade out of your ears. No, you didn't want to believe it but it all seemed to make sense. She knew, every passing day you spent in this house. She knew, but she never said anything. Instead choosing to ignore you out of fear you would run. She knew last night and chose to keep her mouth shut. That was why she was a hollow shell during dinner last night and her face contorted in disgust and guilt whenever you were alone. You couldn't find any sympathy for her left; at the end of the day, she probably only saw a price tag attached to you.

"You feel betrayed, I know..." She could sense rage emitting off of your body with your silence. Of course, there was no need for this situation to happen. "But I didn't know what to do. I was lost and confused, I only agreed because I thought it was the best thing for our family. You can understand that, right? They aren't bad people, you get along with them well. It's for the best."

"No, I don't understand." You swiftly pull your hands out of your mother's grasp and take a few steps back from the woman. "You could've spoken to me before deciding, but you chose not to. You've already decided that I'm not a member of this family anymore."

You turn your back towards your mother and begin to walk towards the exit. She tries to frantically call your name but you continue.

"I can find the money and I know Dad still has more left from all of his hero work." Your chest tightens before erupting in severe pain, but you decide to ignore it. "I'm not leaving. I'm not signing any papers. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm going outside for some fresh air. When I get back, I need all of them out of our house."

A freezing, numb sensation travels from your feet up to your calves. Your movements are slow before stopping completely, frozen in place. When you look up, you see him. Speaking of the devil. Coming towards you with an agitated expression, nearly freezing your mother who tries to intervene. You try to melt through the ice using your fire but burn part of your clothes. It's too late, anyways.

When you finally free your legs, he stands right in front of you. Your mother flees to a space nearby, too intimidated to confront him.

"Whether you want to come is not up for debate. Your mother has signed on your behalf." He says harshly, an undeniable chill runs up your spine from his presence. "Our family has connections, you do know that. No one will question the validity of your signature. Don't be difficult."

"How do you expect me not to be when you've paid off my own mother?" You say before trying to leave again, nearly slipping on his ice. His hand wraps around your forearm, he uses all of his strength and almost breaks your bone.

"You said it yourself, this isn't your family anymore." Shoto has waited far too long, he won't give up now. "You still love your father, don't you? Of course, you do. Should your dying father suffer because of your selfishness? Or be saved? It's your decision, but this isn't about you."

You look at your mother who silently pleads for you to follow Shoto. Then your mind trails to Enji who is listening to the whole conversation with his eyes shut tight as he wonders how he raised such a brute of a son. His hold softens, allowing you some freedom but you don't move.

"Shoto, you can't force me..." You want to sound firm in your words but they are uttered weakly. "We can find another way, but not like this..."

"I'm not forcing you. As I said this is your decision but if you know what's best, you'll come with me." Shoto's hand is completely removed from your forearm and extends out in a welcoming manner.

You glance around your childhood home that has been uprooted and transformed from top to bottom. You can't recognize it anymore, but there's no need to. This will be the last day you step foot into this house.

Cautiously, your fingers intertwine with Shoto's hand. His lips slyly curl upwards at your foolish decision. In the distance, you hear your mother breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's it, like an obedient daughter..." He turns around and begins instructing your mother about organizing a ceremony in the upcoming weeks. She eagerly runs off to celebrate the news with your father and other family members.

It was sickening to watch her demeanor switch in the span of a few seconds.

"You know," Shoto speaks again, returning his full attention to you. "I was beginning to think you forgot about what you said to me last night." His thumb massages gently into the back of your hand. "About how you loved me... That wasn't a lie, or was it?"

Not knowing how to respond verbally, you shake your head. Shoto softly whispers, "good, good" and kisses your hand. Truthfully, you weren't being dishonest. It was in the heat of the moment and if you were asked now, you wouldn't know what to say.

"You did make a promise to me, to spend more time together. In the end, it worked out perfectly for us." Another tightening hold on your hand sends a shock of pain through your arm. Briefly looking into his eyes and seeing him spiral, it's not Shoto anymore. "Now, we'll spend an eternity together. Til' death do us part..."

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 6 months

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Another reason why the whole "forced marriages" concept (that Rhea haters ate up like pie) is bullshit.

Speaking for Faerghus, since this seems to be an issue players point the finger at Faerghus for, it's just... not true? This NPC does understand there are political implications to his marriage, but he wasn't forced into it and neither was his wife. They married for love.

The only known case of an arranged marriage prospect within Faerghus' known cast is Ingrid, and that's something Ingrid has taken on for herself as well. She knows her lands struggle with crops and that her people go hungry. She's choosing to deal with a non-romantic marriage for her people.

But what about Glenn, you ask? There are two aspects to that:

The marriage was arranged when Ingrid was born, but it's worth noting the marriage was arranged between Gunnar and a childhood friend's son. She wasn't just being married off to just anyone. It was both a childhood friend (who Gunnar clearly had deep trust in)'s son, but also a family member of the royal family's right hand family. But what about the Houses paralogue, you ask? Gunnar wasn't aware of the man's crimes, but as soon as he found out he rejected the proposal. Gunnar cares about his daughter's happiness and wellbeing. The only reason they're searching for a marriage candidate is because Galatea lands desperately need the financial support.

Ingrid is the only case we know of where she's being "married off" (her endings rebuke this entirely anyway because she does end up marrying for love if paired with someone). Nobody else in Faerghus had a marriage forced or politically forced on them (and frankly I still fail to understand how the Church is supposedly at fault for concept of this being the case period anyway). Dimitri, the literal prince and at the time of birth immediate heir to the throne, was never forced to marry. Felix has never been pushed to marry. Sylvain has never been pushed to marry (despite how important it is that they continue that bloodline). Annette, a female, has never been pushed to marry.

In other words, the major political players have never put their kids into arranged marriage with a single exception of necessity for one family (Galatea), and in Rodrigue's case with Glenn, it was done with a childhood friend's lands' welfare in mind. Gunnar could have married Ingrid to anyone at any point, but the most important aspect of it is that when it was arranged without her say so (i.e. at her birth), it was done with the son of a man who Gunnar trusted implicitly.

After Glenn died, Ingrid was plenty old enough to have a say so in who she might be married to. Presumably the issue wasn't pushed on her for a while after Glenn died for emotional reasons, but once they tried again, Ingrid had a say in things. Her father sent her letters specifically for her input. No, she doesn't want to marry for political reasons, but she understands how much her lands need it. Still though, her father won't force her to marry some scumbag. If she tells him she won't marry someone, he accepts that.

In other words, the only argument that can be used for "forced marriages" falls flat on its face. It's not a regular practice in Faerghus. None of the heirs to specific territories are being married against their will. The only instance we know about isn't so extreme that Gunnar is just going for it and picking the best dowry without considering his daughter's happiness and health.

The one time it was decided before she was old enough to give her input, Gunnar didn't need to "consider" marriage prospects and be unsure who to pick, because it was planned between two old friends who trusted each other and presumably felt that their child would be safe with the other family in question.

My biggest problem with people saying this claim is supported is that for the most part, people just take Claude's words in GW at pure face value and assume it's absolute, definite truth when he gives nor has any evidence to back it up (mainly because he blames it on the Church, which still doesn't make sense because such things are out the Church's jurisdiction. No amount of "seeing what the world is like without Rhea" is going to change Faerghus' politics, so even if his claims were true, Claude would have to go talk to every single individual territory within Faerghus to realize the truth if he's that dead set on his view of this, as each territory does its own thing politically).

He brings it up like it's a fact in Faerghus, which as I've said before, he has literally no knowledge whatsoever about Faerghus, and it shows. He doesn't even know extremely basic things, such as the previous king literally dying in the middle of making friends with a foreign land. He knows that Lambert died in Duscur during the Tragedy, and that's... basically the extent of his knowledge and understanding about it. For some reason though in Hopes, he thinks he understands Faerghus as well as he understands Almyra.

It's also annoying because in Fodlan games, a character can just say something - literally anything at all - and it's eaten up immediately and taken at pure face value with no thoughts actually put into questioning its validity. And before anyone says "but Dimitri didn't argue this in Zaharas!" yeah, I'm aware, and I feel that was a huge reason why that chapter, trying to be the "we fight as allies this once" chapter, was a total flop, aside from other things (particularly in the SB/GW department with Dimitri and magically wanting to "talk things over" with someone who had just murdered one of his dearest friends mere hours ago tops in SB, or in GW where politics would demand more from him).

The games have a problem with trying to introduce false concepts through characters who don't know better (i.e. introducing incorrect perspectives that we're meant to understand are just perspectives and not the truth nor fact) but then not refuting those claims, despite the game itself as the story progresses outright denying those things, whether outright or passively (in the latter's case, again, other important political figures having no talks of marriage on the table at all).

In the screenshots, the NPC is aware that politics have to get involved with his marriage, but he wasn't forced to marry and neither was she. Not only does he mention it, but he wants people to know they married for love. He's basically saying he doesn't want people to misinterpret their reasons for marriage (wanting land, wealth, etc).

In Ingrid's case, it was started with that goal in mind, but it started out in safe hands. After that she always had a say in who she might marry, and ultimately didn't marry for political reasons. The one person who was possibly going to marry for political reasons in Faerghus and not out of love ends up not even doing that.

Honestly, in Claude's case, I feel like he was just written with no purpose in mind except to rock the boat unnecessarily, because everything he claims in regard to Faerghus is purely speculation on his part. He knows absolutely nothing about Faerghus (in both games, but his ignorance in Houses isn't malicious, whereas you could argue in Hopes he's attempting to overthrow what he believes are their systems when even if they were, it would still be none of his business) but talks like he's lived there or spoken to its people who make the decisions he claims are happening.

Also, the concept of Dimitri being forced to do this that and the other thing are just... not true? Dimitri is happy to be able to help others and make reforms for his lands. He likes that he's able to have the power to make good change and help people. He knows that you need a certain degree of power to be able to push things in a better direction and to have a voice. By having the most important voice, he can make other voices known that otherwise would not be. When people have no choice but to listen to the king, he can demand that other voices are heard.

Even in his A support with Shez, he believes his happiest moment will be when he dies after dedicating his life to "a peaceful kingdom full of joyous citizens". I get the whole "but he isn't living for himself!" side of things, but this part of this post is specifically about how Dimitri is supposedly "forced" into doing things because he's king; but plain and simple, he wants to be king because by having the highest power in his land, he can make positive change happen

"This bad thing is happening in the Kingdom!" Well now he can change that. He wants to change things in his land for the better, and he understands that his position is a necessity for that. That's why he's so upset when he's "rendered powerless by age" in Houses, i.e. can't ascend the throne yet. He wanted to make change and couldn't. He wanted to do right for the Kingdom, but he couldn't yet.

Basically what I'm saying is that people keep using Claude's Hopes rhetoric as "fact", but literally none of it is. It's all based on the most severe amount of ignorance in both games and him for some reason believing that he knows jack shit about Faerghus. That includes the marriage "issue", which while I'd say it may exist in Adrestia (ex. Bernadetta being planned to marry Ferdinand), does not exist in Faerghus as any sort of "issue".

I don't recall if it's really even present in Leicester? So either... Claude just pulled that argument out of his absolute ass, or he's seeing an issue in Leicester and for some reason assuming his country's politics are every country's politics, which is, again, total ignorance (and he makes no effort to ever found out if any of that is true).

#DCB Three Hopes Run #faerghus rly does just get thrown the biggest turds of absolute bullshit #they literally just exist and they get people telling them who they are and what they do #both in game and in the fandom. dimitri's literally out here like nah i don't even rly care abt the goddess or any of that #and you've the fandom like wow what a church simp look at him not even liking the goddess or being religious #dimitri lets refugees in who are scared for their lives (including a lot of elderly ppl) and it just automatically makes him a church simp #(the elderly ppl were is camulus with rhea and kept as safe as possible in hopes hence why im mentioning specifically elderly ppl)#and then you've got in game where it's like faerghus BaD bc they do xyz #and they just... have never even done... xyz...#they just exist and get shat on and while i love these games for the most part #it's exhausting to play a fun story and constantly be hit with "we're good ppl and we're clearly in the wrong for existing''#ironic considering how against that mindset claude is and yet it's what faerghus suffers from the most #and don't say they don't actually literally get condemned for existing bc they do #simply on the basis that WAAAAAAAAAAY before dimitri's time the kingdom split from adrestia and the church granted them independence

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sixsticks · 11 months

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Hey! Do you want to explain your campaign notes and/or hear some webcomic recs? I personally would enjoy both of those things.

You are literally the best person in the history of ever. My campaign is my baby I can and will talk about it for hours. Be warned this will be very long.

So the entire thing is set In a semi-modern fantasy world. With modern appliances that are powered magically (and non magically in some cases) The government is set up similarly to that of Naruto, in that different services are requested by people in the community,ranked by difficulty, and handed out to “ninja” but the ninja in this case are students. The head of the government however is closer to a bloodline monarchy, then the military dictatorship that is in Naruto.

Anyway this allows the players to get room outside of the school, and means I don’t have to develop full curriculums for these fuckers.

Additionally I altered the entire dnd class system to turn them into actual school classes. I had a blast making each individual one and defining how they interact and differ from one another.

Differing even further from traditional dnd is the magic system. Which brings up the topic of what inspired this campaign. A book called “upside down magic” by Sarah Mlynowski, Lauren Myracle, and Emily Jenkins. Specifically the first book being I never had the opportunity to read the rest the book series.

The magic system in the books lies in 5 main types of magic. (Fire, Flight, animal shifting, turning thing’s/people invisible, and talking to animals) and the conflict within those that don’t fit these boxes segmented by the society around them. Some of the traditional powers were altered or changed to better emphasize the fantasy vibes or to equal out power levels.

Many elements are taken from the book. But the most prominent being the magic. Restricted casting is applied to everyone, and the party members have “upside down” or abnormal magic. Some examples from their characters being; seeing ghosts, changing their physical appearance to match other people, communicating with animals (and people) telepathically, and more!

There’s also a lot of additional world building and plot stuff but this is already really long 😅 if you want any clarification or further information about it ask!

#rant #you asked #so you are not allowed to complain #dungeon master #dungeons and dragons #dnd campaign #world building #at least a little #upside down magic #not the movie #it’d curbstomp the movie #I dosent do my babies justice #it gets rid of so many things that were great about the book #down with Disney channel

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writervaul-t · 1 year

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HOUSE CAI of the Smoked Mountains is an imperial branch family believed to have disappeared during the age of the yellow emperors in Yi Ti. They lay claim to having the blood of Old Valyria running through their bloodline, evident through certain family members Valyrian appearances and the dragons they have bred and taken care of through the years. Having escaped the tumultuous political environment of the Golden Empire, House Cai claimed the Smoked Mountains, one of the highest peaks found in Yi Ti that is unusually warm and could only be accessible through dragonback.

They have lived within the mountains for hundreds of years, only leaving when it is necessary and finding wealth through the few means of which they are able to have endless access to: the ruby mines that run beneath their mountains' cave systems and magic, the latter half becoming a reliant resource in Yi Ti. Recently, House Cai has made themselves known after a Westerosi nobleman, Corlys Velaryon, had managed to come into contact with the patriarch, Cai Han. It is unknown what their motivations were or why Corlys Velaryon had sought them out in the first place, but one thing is certain: House Cai's introduction to Westeros had tipped the already wavering scales of political balance.

house cai is acknowledge by the current god-emperor of yi ti as an imperial branch house, however their status within the political field at yi ti is extremely low, despite how useful they have been for the empire through their trades of rubies and secrets.

appearances in house cai tend to lean toward half valyrian, half yitish, meaning there tends to be moments where members have mixed white and black hair and eye color is almost always unpredictable in the beginning weeks of children's eyes, as they all always come out as stormy gray or dark brown.

official children of house cai are given valyrian first names alongside their yitish names and are styled according to the region's lingual diction. this practice extends not only to the wife's children but to the concubines' children as well.

house cai claims they are descendants of the god-emperor, chai duq, and his valyrian wife. stories vary from other royal families, however it is widely accepted that one of chai duq's grandchildren, specifically one of the children of his sons' concubines', separated from royal court under circumstances only known within the branch family and changed their house name to "cai".

#hotd oc #house of the dragon #house of the dragon oc #game of thrones oc #got oc #game of thrones #will most likely be adding more lol #hotd oc: house cai #dk if i'll be writing a fic tho this is just for funsies <3 #own character #oc

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shimmerbeasts · 6 months

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Familicide & Silco's bad reputation

Zaun has a strange relationship with death and murder. Due to the fact that death is so ever-present in their town and killings happen often, the Undercity doesn't even have a Zaunite term for the word "mass murder" or "serial killer". Of course, they know the concepts exist and that Piltover has words for them, but for Zaunites seeing multiple corpses due to factory accidents, gang violence or even just sudden flash floods, is so common that they genuinely do not bother with labelling this. In general, Zaun has a rather lax approach to the concept of murder. With one exception.

Familicide is the worst crime, you can commit in Zaun. It is treated as a massive cultural taboo and deeply frowned upon. The reason for that is the fact that in Zaun, your family is your first community and safety net. Your family is an intrinsically necessary part of your early survival in Zaun. Family in Zaunite terms is very broad. It does not just cover your bloodline. It covers anybody who has a foundling or raises someone. Family is the first gang, you are tying yourself to. Thus killing your own family members is like you deliberately cutting that safety net into pieces. It betrays everything the community stands for. It can easily lead to ostracisation.

Silco has a very bad reputation as the Undercity accuses him of being a familicide murderer. This even happened before Vander's death as Silco killed his own mother when he was just ten years old. It didn't matter that this had been an accident. The Undercity had decided that Silco was the worst kind of murderer and treated him accordingly. Nobody ever considered taking him in as a foundling. Most viewed him with suspicion, mistrust and contempt. Things only got better when he finally met Vander and helped establish the Lanes, but even then, Silco let Vander become the leader because he knew nobody would really trust him. For many people, he still was and always would be the boy who butchered his own mother.

For a lot of the older generation, this reputation was only reinforced after Silco killed Vander. The two had made it very clear that they were like brothers and thus family. Silco seemed unable to escape the label of the familicide killer. Furthermore, it didn't help that after the betrayal, Vander used Silco's already negative reputation and amplified it to further distance himself from him. It is why even his children regard Silco as a monster because that is the story, they were told. This is one of the reasons, Vi has it so easy to see Silco as a monster that brainwashed her sister Powder.

His own experiences are another reason why Silco took in Powder. Whether she meant to or not, her killing her family has burdened her with that same label. It is also another reason why Vi subconsciously lashed out. Familicide killers or murderers are ostracised in Zaun's community. Silco could not let Powder experience that same struggle he went through. Even now, some people still use Silco's reputation to scare Jinx, claiming that she was only taken in so that she could grow big enough for Silco to enjoy killing her.

Jinx is shielded from her own ostrication until she kills Silco. The Undercity already labelled her as the same as they labelled Silco. However, because he was in charge of the Undercity, that ostracization happened more covertly and concealed. Part of the reason, Sevika was less than kind to Jinx, was because she committed familicide, though that was more an excuse on her part.

It was the general population, who really unleashed all their ire upon Jinx. Specifically, they distinctly tie her to Silco. Not even because she killed him, but because they see him in her. Some people do not just call her a loose canon anymore because of this. Instead, they call her a murderer's kin and have monsterfied her as much as they monsterfied Silco. It is a bloody miracle that Jinx can even count on the meagre help of the old gang nowadays.

#culture of predation: zaunite lore #ever wonder what its like to drown: silco headcanon #heres to the new us: jinx headcanon

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jasdiary · 2 years

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Revamped bio

“Oh man! My wind blew most of my flowers away!!”

Name : Zelda Marine Blakesley

Nicknames : Zel, Mari, The flowery bitch(Omari @twsted-princess ), Mini Mari(Ace), Mademoiselle Jardin Fleuri(Rook), Dolphin(Floyd), Petal(April @fumikomiyasaki )

Jp Va : Risa Taneda

En Va : Hayley Armstrong

Age : 15

Height : 158 cm

Homeland : Queendom of Roses

Birthday : August 17th 8/17

Zodiac sign : Leo

Species : Wolf Beast-woman

Hair Color : Hickory Brown

Eye Color : Moss Green

Gender : Female (She/Her)

Sexuality : Unlabled

Family : Unnamed Mother, Unnamed Father, Medjine Ricci(Older Sister), 3 Unnamed nieces, Ace Trappola(Cousin-In-Law)

Occupation : Student at NRC, Un-official flower keeper

Twisted From : The Big Bad Wolf

School Information

Dorm : Savanaclaw

School Year : First (Freshman)

Class : 1-D

Best Subject : Art

Worst Class : Enigmics

Club : Science Club

Dominant Hand : Right

Favorite Food : Jeyuk Bokkeum

Least Favorite Food : Scallops

Likes : Flowers(pink and purple specifically), Gardening, Fashion, Self care, Boxing,

Dislikes : Disobedience, Fire, Being caught off guard, Not being taken seriously, Leona/hj, Manipulation

Hobbies : Ikebana, Botany, Outsmarting others, Impersonations, Hairstyling

Personality : Zelda’s one of the nicest people in NRC and in Savanaclaw! She’s fashionable, sweet, and encouraging. She’s the type to say hello or good morning to her peers everyday. Zelda has a lot of love in her heart but…she’s surprisingly good at manipulating. This makes people lose trust in her but she would NEVER use any kind tactics on people she’s close with or don’t deserve it. It’s just something she’s sadly good at, which upsets her. Despite all that, Zelda’s a loyal person who’ll always strive for the bright side of things.

Unique Magic : Huff n’ Puff

“Don’t breath in or you’ll regret it, Huff n’ Puff!”

You may breathe in, but you mustn't breathe out. One whiff of the ever growing Oleander plants is bound to be a bad time. The longer you hold your breath, the longer Huff n' Puff will charge up and lead to a more effective outcome. Once you let go of your breath, the toxins will release from not only your lungs, but the Oleander plants. This causes those around to feel immense sickness and blindness for however long you held your breath.

She usually uses her UM because it helps plants and flowers grow more lively! As long as no one else is around.

Backstory :

Zelda had a normal childhood and upbringing, nothing was out of the ordinary or exciting. To Zelda, it was..boring. She needed something to do. Everything was just so static.

That’s how she became so sociable. Talking to people gave her fulfillment and simply changing up her hair or outfit reminded her that everyday was unique. Eventually, people got bored of her and set her aside like they do with everyone.

And once again, everything became static and boring. There was nothing she could do. Zelda would always be stuck in the same day over and over again.

The day she received her letter from NRC changed her life. Maybe the sun decided to shine on her path in this life. That letter changed Zelda’s outlook on life, and she couldn’t be happier.

Random Trivia!

Zelda’s ears and tail are very very soft!! Her hair is high maintenance and that’s no different from her ears and tail.

So many people who get to know her are like “how the fuck are you in Savanaclaw??” until they learn about her,,,,secret talents.

Zelda doesn’t give a fuck if you’re the schools biggest jerk, she’s gonna kill you with kindness and you’re gonna like it.

As a beast-woman ,Zelda’s specific bloodline is known for being extremely feral and having little to no control. She’s one of the few family members who can control her genes.

Zelda used to flex how long she could hold her breath, now it’s just dangerous since she associated with her UM…

She can fight, specifically BOX. Zelda does it just to hone her abilities but if you’re sparring with her and you break one of her nails…she’s gonna show you just how much she’s trained.

Zelda joined the science club to do more research on floriography!

She’s one of the youngest first years!

Zelda’s sister Medjine married Ace’s older cousin, making them cousin-in-laws! Family reunions are interesting

#i was very lazy to change her ears on her chibi and it prolly would have been to much editing 😭😭#twst oc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland oc #Zelda marine blakesley #savanaclaw oc #savanaclaw #jas drew a thing.jpeg #twisted wonderland #twst #Zelda🌬

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themountainsays · 2 years

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Bloodline omegaverse AU 👀

This is something I’m interested in. Which ranks would each of the madrigals be?

mmmmn I'd like to pick their ranks based on which would create a more interesting story/dynamic rather than the vibes I get from their personalities, and that means Isabela is an omega, always, because who doesn't like to see her suffer horribly? >:3c and at least one of them has to be an alpha in order for the arrangement to get arranged in the first place, so let's say Mira is an alpha. A baby alpha. She's probably a late bloomer and presented super late, so she's only now beginning to learn how to be a "good alpha", whatever that means. Considering how eager she is to please and make herself useful, I think she'd be the kind of alpha who is super nice and attentive and protective and takes such good care of everyone in the family. In her case, this means, like, making sure everyone drinks enough water, checking on everyone to see if anyone is sad, babysitting Antonio, escorting omega family members around town... speaking of, I imagine Alma would be an omega, but due to her personal history, she could never allow her to live the comfortable omega life, being taken care of and doten on by her alpha husband. Instead, she had to take on the leadership role, which she doesn't exactly feel comfortable in, but someone had to do it. Which is why she wants to give her omega granddaughter she life she never had... which is the same old interpretation that comes up in every omegaverse AU lmao but it's just too good and accurate to ignore. Though in this case, I wanna bring it up because I'm sure Mirabel is out there being a baby alpha and like, helping her cross the street and whatnot lmao.

As for everyone else.... mmm... I think Luisa would be a beta, even though, because of her gift, most people would have expected her to be an alpha... she's stronger than any alpha, because magic, but she stil feels inadequate, like she's not strong enough, or like she doesn't have the ability to protect everyone like she would if she were an alpha... She does have some "alpha behaviors", I guess, i.e being a highschool jock. But that's just how she is. She's lowkey jealous tiny little Mira got to be an alpha, but she's happy to help out with whatever she needs. In fact, despite having multiple alphas in the family, Luisa is still Mirabel's main role model. Mira learns the most from her and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As for their parents, mmmm, I'm gonna say beta Julieta and omega Agustín. Julieta being a beta means she was raised to keep peace and be the mature, responsible one, while other people could allow themselves more liberties... it can be frustrating, having her worth based on how well she can hold together her disfunctional family ;-; marrying an omega man was a small rebellion, though. Alma did not approve, believing they would struggle to have children, and that an omega man couldn't be a good match for her beta daughter, but she married him regardless. There is also the fact that Agustín was not part of the family, and it's tradition for them to "keep the blood pure". Alma 100% blames him for "dilluting the magic" and giving them a giftless child ;-;

Pepa and Bruno are both alphas, and they butted heads a lot, like soooo much omg THIS is what drove poor Julieta crazy, having two traumatized alphas for siblings, poor girl couldn't catch a breath because Pepa spent 23 hours a day bullying Bruno ;-;

Félix is canonically Alma's favorite son-in-law so I want him to be an omega too. Perfect match for Pepa being an alpha. Absolutely flawless. Of course, Pepa wasn't looking for an omega partner specifically, she fell in love with Félix because he was Félix, but Alma is out there thinking about grandchildren and stuff. It's also worth pointing out that, in this AU, because of the whole "keeping the bloodline pure", I imagine Félix would have been a second cousin or so. A bit more distant than what Alma would have wanted, and in fact, he doesn't have any magic, but Pedro didn't have magic either and their children still had magic, and she liked Félix so much and thought he was such a good match for Pepa, that she gave him a chance, and didn't regret it: unlike Agustín, he had three beautiful magical children.

Another note on Alma and Pedro: they were first cousins, and Alma in fact DOES have magic, though it's a bit less like powers and more like... the occassional ability to perform miracles? She performed a miracle and gave the family a new home, so there's that. Pedro didn't have any magic, but their family has been doing the "pure bloodline" for generations and while it doesn't work always, it's still a more reliable method than letting the magic be "dilluted". After Pedro's death though, Alma became obsessed with any following children having strong and powerful magic, to keep everyone safe...

#madrigalcest #shipcest #omegaverse #uhhh #bloodline au

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What is Stark-Hylian Faith?

Stark-Hylian Faith is the modern name given to the mid-2000s Pop-Culture Pagan movement known as Naroin, coined by surviving member and Sage Serin Kyneri. It postulates through theories involving alternate realities that Hyrule’s chosen were, either due to catastrophe or simple migration, moved to the world of Stark, which is believed to be the same world and/or universe of our Earth.

Though the Annex Wiki talks of both Naroin and the related festival mentioned, Solissey, as simple fanfiction, the fambudzelda proboards forum was active with a clear and deliberate spirituality. This had been running since at least 2007-08 when the Founding Document was produced, up until at a currently unknown period, the forum hosting site shut down either that particular forum or the whole hosting site as a whole. Since then, the FB group “Chamber of Sages” has been used specifically for those who wanted to remain in touch. Regrettably, the FB group itself is a bit of a ghost town as well.

I, Serin Kyneri, not content on letting the baby be thrown out with the bath water, am now seeking to revive the tatters to piece together not only this part of internet history, but to preserve what could be a founding block of overall Hylian Faiths.

Specifically with regards to Stark, the belief of Hylian migration or transportation (if divinely done) comes with a quite horrifying conclusion, that being that if the legends are taken into account it means that Ganon can (and likely will) pursue.

There’s most certainly an aspect of an apocalypse theory here, one that absolutely made me frightened as a young one. Though I admit it’s a scary thing to imagine, the other caveat is that there will be a Goddess-blooded individual as well as a Hero to come to the aid of the people.

The matter now is… who?

Though the Founding Text implies the stipulations that the Golden Goddesses gave the writer, Zelda Farore Barrow, are prophetic, I’m not entirely sure I feel they are accurate to today’s world. After all, it was 2007, and there was a political zeitgeist, and humans don’t always write everything without bias or a concerned hand. Not that I necessarily want to throw *everything* out, of course—just that given there was a revision later on that included Atlantis theories, I have to maintain a healthy skepticism.

I think there’s something important to the matter of the bloodline of Hylia— being in Stark for so long, it’s possible that the line has become a huge and tangled tree. Perhaps we will not see a single princess this time, but several regents of different and widely varied walks. The Hero may also be a title more than a literal single soul that keeps getting reincarnated as the same entity every time, but I would need a better grip on how the information we have describes Demise’s curse.

As for Sages, there’s a lot to be found and a lot they can do. From the 6-7 meant to Seal the Sacred Realm, to the Earth and Wind meant to sharpen and empower the Blade of Evil’s Bane respectively, to the Wealth of the Champions, whose efforts are vital to weakening the Beast Beneath, there’s a lot of people to be found.

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Additional Notes

I still feel my place as the Sage of Wind has remained firm after all these years. Though a quiet existence, I know the role I play, especially with my personal Picori and Kokiri past-life identities. I feel I have been asked to prepare for something big, whether that be a coming Calamity or perhaps simply a change in the awareness of Hylia’s presence here. Either way, my job as a Stark-Hylian Scholar is to seek as much information as I can to best prepare for whatever I sense on the horizon.

I don’t think we are presently in extreme danger, despite unfavorable politics. But should there be an instance where we are I want as many to be ready as possible. Being Picori, I consider knowledge, gratitude, and luck to be some of the most vital gifts to provide to mankind. They are something Hylia likely directed my ancestors to administer surreptitiously in her stead.

Thus I continue this tradition by preserving what I know and applying it going forward.

Alright, I think I should get some sleep. I recently brewed an herbal tea that I’m hoping will help me catch a glimpse of the Fated Blade’s new shape. Whether that Blade needs to be forged or found is still unknown, but regardless I pray for results.

#serin.exe #pc paganism #zelda pc paganism #documents

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FULL NAME: Elaine Josephine Archer NICKNAMES: El, Lainey ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn DATE OF BIRTH: January 3rd, 1966 JOB: H.A.H Junior Board Member/Heiress MAJOR: Marketing SEXUALITY: Lesbian BIRTH ORDER: Only child PETS: None CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Blair Waldorf (Gossip Girl), Leighton Murray (TSLOCGs), Regina George (Mean Girls), Rachel Greene (Friends) AESTHETICS: extravagant ball gowns, mascara stained cheeks, sparkling wine, cherry red lips, screaming into your pillow at night, unsent letters, smiling through the pain, whispered secrets, foggy sunday mornings, 2am phone calls, fresh manicures, cracked mirrors, lemon and lavender perfume

TW: Homophobia, gender discrimination, disordered eating, body image

Upbringing:

January 3rd, 1965 was the perfect day... until it wasn’t. Augustus and Delia Archer were excitedly expecting their firstborn, the son that would carry on the Archer name and take over the family business one day. So what a surprise it was when six pound, seven ounce Elaine came into the world kicking and screaming and definitely not a boy. Rumor has it the first thing Augustus said when he came into the room was “why is he wearing pink?” followed by very specific threats of lawsuits hurled toward the doctor who’d read the ultrasounds wrong. That was the first time Elaine disappointed her parents, and certainly not the last.

Augustus took little interest in her until the age of five, when it became apparent to him that Delia would never be able to give him the son he wanted. It was then that the idea dawned on him- if he couldn’t continue the Archer bloodline he would do the next best thing... bind the Archers and the Hargroves by marriage. Elaine doesn’t really remember beginning to date Harvey, and perhaps there never really was a start. It felt as though he’d taken her hand in hers as children and had never let go.

But nothing was ever good enough for her parents, nothing could make her fit into the separate images they had for her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t kill herself trying. She would do anything for her parent’s approval. She would spend nights pouring over the textbooks her father pulled for her, trying and failing to prepare for the tests he handmade and set out next to her breakfast plate. The effort didn’t matter to him if she wasn’t succeeding, and he said as much whenever he lectured her about it in front of the board before sending her off to fetch coffee or put in a lunch order. So then she would starve herself to fit into the dresses Delia picked out, if only for the feeling of her mother’s fingers smoothing her hair and the smile of approval on her lips

It all caused her to lash out, to put those around her down to feel some kind of control. As long as they were scared of her they couldn’t see the hurt in her eyes, as long as she was above them all they couldn’t see the cracks on the surface.

Love Life

Elaine didn’t believe in love. At least, she didn’t believe in the world-stopping fire work starting kind she saw in the movies and heard singers whine about on the radio. She loved Harvey, of course. She would do anything to make him happy- but the spark?

Casey Russell had a gravitational pull on her she never knew was possible, suddenly she understood butterflies in stomachs and falling asleep on the phone just to hear the other person breathing on the other end of the line. There was something there, even if it still didn’t feel quite right.

And of course, things had come crashing down around her. Of course she’d left Harvey broken and Casey running and her father’s voice booming through the house in disgust.

Though it wasn’t until Lux when she discovered what love was really like, when she finally discovered the part of herself that had been buried under all of those expectations. There were soft hands pulling her closer at night and whispered promises and finally feeling beautiful... finally feeling like enough.

The betrayal ripped her open from the inside, and still she tried to make it work all the way up until the Lewis’ disconnected their home line. She hasn’t been the same since, even if no one can quite place their finger on why... after all, her and Lux were never that close, right?

#cusaintro

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BASICS.

NAME. Evan Rosier AGE. 29 ALUMNI HOUSE. Slytherin BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood FACECLAIM. Manny Jacinto

HISTORY.

From an early age, Evan knew exactly what people expected of him. He wasn’t an only child, but being the oldest and the only heir came with a specific kind of pressure. Not to mention the fact that the Rosiers were one of the most prominent pureblood families in Britain. And, for a long time, Evan did all right following those expectations. He was a leader to his younger sisters - the golden child in his parents’ eyes. Head Boy of his year and a member of Horace Slughorn’s Slug Club, Evan was quite the popular catch in Hogwarts.

He went into healing after graduation because it was a nice, respectable career. The exams and training were long and hard, but Merlin-forbid he drop out and choose to be something less exacting like a mere Mediwizard. No, not in his family! Still, he persevered. If there was anything Evan excelled in, it was determination and the ability to stay the course. He wasn’t exactly passionate about healing, but he definitely took it seriously. Just as seriously as he took joining the Death Eaters.

It was the next logical step - his expectation to follow in his family’s footsteps. After all, his father was a proud member himself. One of the Dark Lord’s oldest friends, a classmate from their Master’s own Hogwarts years. The first thing the Dark Lord asked of Evan was to infiltrate the Order of the Phoenix. Evan was young when he first got the Mark and he worried the task at hand would be impossible, given his status within pureblood society.

But it was a lot easier than anticipated. Neither he nor his father were known Death Eaters, after all. And one of his good friends from childhood was Frank Longbottom. Evan slipped in easily after being vouched for by Frank and, for the last four years, he’s been playing spy for the Dark Lord. However, what once seemed a great honor has lately lost some of its appeal. Evan has been working alongside these people for years - many of them he now considers friends. He gets drinks with them on the regular, trusts them with his life, and unbeknownst to his Master, heals them after a mission. Because, despite how easy it would be to let someone die under his hand, just like the oath Evan had made upon taking the Dark Mark, he also took the Healer’s Oath. And more often than not recently, he’s been thinking he may have chosen the wrong side in the first place.

CONNECTIONS.

FRANK LONGBOTTOM. An old friend from childhood. While they didn’t hang around together too much in school, they had never lost their friendship from when they were kids attending the same status parties. Frank brought Evan into the Order and he remains a confidant to this day. Frank has no idea of Evan’s true allegiance and, the closer they get, the more guilty Evan feels about this lie. DAISY HOOKUM. Evan doesn’t understand Daisy. While she’s not a pureblood like him, her bloodline goes far enough back that it’s not like she knew her Muggle ancestors - so why care so much about them? He might be losing some of that prejudice he’d grown up with, but that doesn’t mean he’d like a life outside of magic. Not to mention, Daisy is always hunting him down for interviews on pureblood society for that damn book she’s writing. GIDEON PREWETT, JAMES POTTER, MARLENE MCKINNON, & EMMELINE VANCE. Evan has complicated feelings about the four captives. They were purebloods! They were supposed to be safe! The Dark Lord had promised Evan and his other followers that only dirty blood would be spilled, but the Prewetts are part of the Sacred 28 just like him! He’d been the one to heal them upon their return, so he knows better than most just what the Death Eaters did to them - and he’s sickened by it.

EVAN IS TAKEN.

**Note: Evan is a spy for the Death Eaters, but only Emma Vanity and Theodosia Selwyn are aware of this. Severus Snape, the last of the spies, remains unaware.

#slytherin rp #death eater rp #harry potter rp #hogwarts rp #marauders rp #pureblood #evan rosier #evan rosier bio #character bio #slytherin #taken

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Need to play my changeling character again, the campaign has been on pause because my group just wants to play D&D 5e so I'm just gunna ramble about her here. Her name is Rocksy Stone, because we have a long history of "X Stone" where the X is always a gemstone and Rocksy was designed as a parody of that. She was kidnapped by the fae around WW2 when she wandered off into the forest and was turned into a giant mountain and was literally and metaphysicly mined for all her emotions and traits, gemstones of "happiness" and "love" used to adorn fae jewellery or dresses. Eventually there was nothing left to take, and she was abandoned, believed to just be a drained mountain, the fact she was technically a person long forgotten. The thing with being in Arcadia, at least in our version of cannon, is it wants you to loose yourself to it, to embrace your role and become it in truth. After years in Arcadia, with everything took from her, that should have happened to Rocksy long, LONG ago. But when they took all the gems, all that was valuable they left behidn the stone, the rock, and her anger seeped into that rock until it flew like magma and became a volcano. That mountain walked out of arcadia with burning anger as liquid magma in her veins and she escaped. Of course, if you know anything about CTL 2E you know she didn't escape unchanged, the world she escaped to is modern day and she has no idea how to handle that and also all her fucking emotions other than pure rage are gone. She knows she /should/ feel them, but what is taken by the fae is no so easily given back. She has been constantly searching for these gems to recombine and become whole, so far she has fear, sadness, love and excitement. She got sadness after we did a short mini campaign playing as other characters and she got to witness her youngest sister, now old and feeble, get killed by the fae that took her in revenge for Rocksy escaping, learning in the proses that the entire fucking Stone bloodline is cursed. Love she brought from a hobgoblin in exchange for a bunch of leads on the story we needed at the time, and excitement was another hob that tried to pull the same shit, only for Rocksy to kick its ass because they weren't in the Goblin Market. Most hobs distrust her now, but she fucking got it. Fear was a fun one to get, like sadness it was given to her by a fae in return for her suffering something, specifically one of the other players is a spirit medium and was trying to negotiate with a ghost, the negotiations went badly and Rocksy, being the tank of the group, stepped in to defend. She lost her fucking arm in one attack. She still ended up defending Anna (The other PC) long enough for them to calm the spirit whilst the 2 other party members where across town dealing with vampires, but Rocksy had only one arm for like, 3 arcs whilst she studied to learn token making (magic item crafting) and crafted her own arm because she knew some rudimentary blacksmithing and wasn't going to accept anything that she didn't personally understand. Build wise shes very fun, not gunna go into all her Merits and Contracts but she has Giant merit, Spurious Stature from one of her Kiths and Transfigure the flesh as a contract, which each boost her size. All together with an average roll, I can become larger than a car. In addition I have Iron skin merit, obdurant skin from the other kith I have so far, and earth armour of the elements fury contract, meaning that once I grow that big I can add a bunch of armour to flat out negate damage even ontop of my massive health pool. Rocksy is a fucking tank compressed into a human-ish shaped form, if you piss her off you are going to be grappled by the giant hulking form and if you are lucky she will throw you out of the battlefield where you can run.

#tabletop #changeling the lost #white wolf #white wolf rpg #rpg #dnd #faerie #fae

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WAIT ADEL AND YOUR JACOB KILL EACH OTHER?

1: ok fuckin amazing end, like I love that

2: though I love this, p l e a s e tell me Adel and Rowan at least got married before! They need happiness... but I have a bad feeling...

HDNKDNDNDNNDND THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺 im glad u like it LMAO and dont worry they do :3 they do they get married and have two lovely children <3

anyhow, lets just say the necklace adel always wears isnt just a necklace without a story behind it

years ago, some time in the 1800s, was a young wizard with one of the longest names hogwarts has ever heard, but history knew them as aditya rahayu.

aditya was known for their studies and teachings of foreign magic, specifically magic from the far southeast asia. some were good, some were bad. but the one study of magic that got them into the bad side of history was one called the suanggi magic, a branch of dark magic from papua that kills by simply being near the victim. they spent months learning about the suanggi and its ritual to become one.

it did not turn out great.

their failed attempt caused their suanggi to be worse than the actual thing. a successful suanggi transformation allows the wizard to gain full control of their suanggi and take the shape of a shadow or a completely normal human being as disguise. a failed attempt forces the suanggi to go out of the wizards control and take the form of a completely detectable monster.

aditya killed half the people of the village they lived in, almost killing their own baby daughter in the process. eventually, a hunt was sent out for the suanggi and aditya rahayu died at the age of 31. unfortunately, the suanggi did not die with them.

their daughter was a fine young witch, until the suanggi in her started to claw up at her magic, causing unexpected outbursts and the people around her to slowly wilt and drain. the suanggi steals the magic of the wizarding people around its host to gobble up for its own growth, slowly killing the wizards and emptying them of magic in their blood.

the curse, unfortunately genetic, continued down to adityas descendants, stopping at a squib. the suanggi only seems to react if the host held magic in their blood. so the suanggi bloodline was assumed to have stopped. until muggleborn delia young ( née sanjaya ) makes her appearance.

delia’s suanggi outburst alerted the newspapers and so had to be sent to another place to be subdued, and fortunately not killed right away. delia later married kenneth young and gave birth to jaka and adel young, both inheriting the suanggi magic.

as an alchemist, she forged her own seal to lock away the suanggi magic. unfortunately, her resources allowed her no more than one (1) amulet, which she gave to jaka who was about to leave for hogwarts. a few years after that, she and her husband were murdered, and 13 year old jaka had to protect his 5 year old baby sibling.

miserable, hopeless, and grieving his parents deaths, jaka started leaning against r’s shoulder even more, relying on their sweet promises of a better life for him and his sister. before he ran away from home, he passed the amulet down to adel, as a memory of their mother for her to keep. delia hadnt told him that the amulet was a seal.

r knew about jakas suanggi magic, and coaxed him into doing the ritual to exploit his magic to the fullest. unfortunately the boy was not immune to the promise of power as well, blinded by the belief that hes doing this for the good of his loved ones.

adel spent her years at hogwarts not knowing about the suanggi, until she got kidnapped and taken to r in her seventh year. to her shock and definitely grief, jaka stood by r’s side as they forced her to perform the long, painful ritual — not knowing that her mothers amulet prevented the suanggi from showing up.

the amulet somehow broke and adels suanggi violently took over her consciousness — attacking everyone in the range and killing a dozen of r members in the process. jaka transformed into his suanggi form, fully in control, and fought his unhinged sister off.

the fight ended when jaka pulled adel into a hug, which she hesitantly sank into. this is what shes been fighting for since the first day. this is what shes been yearning for in the corner of her dark room back at her grandpas house. what she gave up her childhood, safety, happiness, and sense of normalcy for. love and affection from the last family member she believed to truly love her.

shame that the hug shes sacrificed so much for physically killed her body. by being the closest she can get to her brother, jaka was able to absorb all of the magic inside her, sucking the life out of her in the process.

what jaka didnt know was that his body couldnt handle that amount of magic, so as soon as adel died in his arms, he exploded.

and thats the story of how the young siblings died :)

im jk i havent decided the exact magic-science behind it yet but for the first time in the history of suanggis, adels suanggi had saved her life. right now im thinking its bc the suanggi saved some residue magic in her. like your lungs saving residue air or something.

but yes adel young in fact survived a suanggi attack and continued to live her life <3

#man sry this is. long #adels death killed the suanggi therefore her children in the future wont inherit this blasted dummy curse <3 #adel young #jaka young #jacob's sibling #jacob #aditya rahayu #delia young #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #asks #rae-tenya #mine

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Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 1: The Plea ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 1800>

Warnings: canon typical violence

Series Masterlist ** reblogs appreciated!

You were just a child; small and naïve. The screams of anguish and pain that came from outside the palace walls were enough to still traumatize you all these years later. You were the heir to the Mandalorian throne; the daughter of the late Satine Kryze. Her sister, Bo-Katan, had been caring for you since your mother was killed by the treacherous Darth Maul, ally of The Death Watch. After many failed attempts of taking over Mandalore, The Death Watch became part of Maul's Shadow Collective and successfully took control of your sacred home planet. They were responsible for the destruction of your home, the killing of your people and the brutal assassination of your own mother— and you swore that if you were to ever come into contact with a Child of the Watch, they wouldn't live to see the dawn of a new day. To say you held a grudge on that specific Mandalorian tribe was an understatement. If it wasn't for them, your family would still be alive. Your planet would be under Mandalorian reign, free from Imperialism and war.

But now, almost fifteen years later, you were faced with a new problem. A new enemy.

"You have something I want." Moff Gideon snarled, his lips curling upwards into a smirk. His tongue dripped with venom as his dark eyes settled into you.

Your blood boiled as you faced off with the man; an Imperial officer who clearly had more motive than just serving the Empire. You clenched your fingers into a tight fist and took a deep breath, you had to stay calm. Acting irrationally and letting your anger consume you was not the way of Mandalore. You were not a fighter.

"I have nothing. The beskar is long gone— scattered amongst the galaxy for foundlings to utilize. You can't have it," You shot back, folding your arms over your chest. Negotiation was usually your forté but today you were having none of it. "We have nothing here. Nothing you could possibly want."

Moff Gideon chuckled, circling around you. Of course, there was one thing… but surely not. What would a simple ISB officer want with an ancient Mandalorian weapon?

"The darksaber," He affirmed, and your greatest fears had been realised. "Where is it?"

You swallowed, shaking your head profusely. "I have no idea what you're talking about." you lied. Stay calm. Stay calm.

"You are the princess of Mandalore, are you not? Your mother was Duchess Satine Kryze. You were a child born out of wedlock… never knew your own father…" he chuckled as he noticed the way fear flicked in your eyes. He may have had access to the Imperial Security Bureau but how could he possibly know so much? There was definitely more to Moff Gideon than met the eye. "Yes dear, assume that I know everything. I suppose you aren't the first controversial thing to come out of the Mandalorian culture." Moff Gideon made a sweeping gesture with his gloved hand and two of his flame troopers stormed past you, entering the secret underground lair of your palace.

The lair was where you kept everything of significance. Every memory, every piece of history. Your collection of Mandalorian armour, your mother's keepsakes from her time in power, your personal supply of beskar, and of course, the darksaber.

"You and your people have already taken everything from me," you spat, a helpless tear falling down your cheek. "What more could you want?"

Before he could reply, you heard the troopers' modulated voice through Gideon's commlink. "Sir, we've located the weapon."

Gideon grinned and pushed past you, his crimson trimmed cape brushing against your body as he entered the lair. You couldn't even formulate words. Your blood ran cold and there was nothing you could do to stop the Moff. The Imps were raiding your palace and they were taking everything from you, showing absolute no remorse. When Gideon returned, he was wielding the darksaber. He held the fizzling blade to your neck and your whole body stiffened.

"I won't kill you." He said after a few anxiety induced moments.

"Then you are not worthy." you protested. Moff Gideon cocked his head but you did not regret your words. He could strike you down in this moment and it would all be over. He had the power. "Those who wield the darksaber are the rightful rulers of Mandalore," you had no doubt he already knew this, but it didn't stop you from speaking your many thoughts out loud as you desperately tried to comprehend what was going on. If Moff Gideon wielded the darksaber it meant that you had to forgo your title of princess. "You are the Manda'lor now." you confirmed, feeling completely and utterly exasperated. The kingdom was his. You were worn out— you had cried one too many tears. There had been so much bloodshed and you couldn't help but feel responsible. This was your moment of weakness.

"I know that," he scoffed. "But nobody is to know that I took the darksaber. This remains a secret between you and me. Understood?" The Imperial Officer ignited the saber once more and impaled the two flame troopers who had helped him raid your secret lair. "Who would've thought killing could be so fun?" He chuckled as the bodies fell to the floor. The screams of your people became louder, ringing like bells in your ears as you closed your eyes. You could only hope that some managed to flee and leave the planet.

"You're a monster." you gritted out.

"Is that any way to speak to your ruler? Now, I still have things to do… people to see. From this day forward I declare Mandalore under Imperial reign, and you my dear… you are still the princess. I can't kill you because you may be the last of the Kryze bloodline— I need you, here, ruling my kingdom," Gideon turned off the saber and attached it to his belt. "Until we meet again." he smirked before spinning around on his heel and exiting the palace.

You ran to the bay window of your bedroom and pushed it open, clambering out onto the balcony. You gazed upon the horizon as his ship departed the docking bay. The cold air took your breath away and tears glazed your eyes as you watched stormtroopers raid your town, killing anybody who dared to stand in their way. Bodies were piling up. So much death and destruction. You reached up to your chest and pulled out your mythosaur pendant; the one you had inherited from your mother before she died, and let your thumb graze the details of the pure silver beskar.

You felt like a failure. You'd failed your mother, you'd failed Bo-Katan, and you'd failed the Mandalorian creed. You swore from that moment on that Moff Gideon's decision to keep you alive would be the biggest mistake of his life. You were the princess of Mandalore and you would gain control of your planet once more.

One year later, and you were still filled with deep-seated anguish. You hadn't seen Moff Gideon since that dreaded night where his troops raided and took over your home planet of Mandalore. All you could do was smile and put on a brave face— but you were walking on a fine line and every day was becoming more and more and unbearable. More death and decay. You were losing hope. You wanted to fight this yourself, just like your mother had raised you, but you knew that you were no match against an army of Imperials. So you sent out a distress call to any living Mandalorians. You lived in a vast galaxy and you knew you couldn't be alone. There had to be someone who could help you. There had to be someone out there.

The Armorer was forging a new pauldron for Din Djarin when the call reached her. Upon hearing your voice, she dropped everything, her tools and the beskar clinking as they fell to the ground. She raced to accept your plea for help, noting down every ounce of information that you provided her with.

"The princess of Mandalore lives." she gasped, turning to Din.

"The princess?" Din asked, furrowing his eyebrows together in bewilderment. Despite his face being masked by a helmet, the Armorer was Din's mentor and she had known him long enough to sense when he was confused. "I thought she died during the great purge… I thought that-"

"Mandalore was under Imperial reign?" The Armorer cut him off. "It is. But the princess somehow lives."

"As an Imperial?" Din beckoned further.

"As a hostage to the Empire." The Armorer revealed, shaking her head in disbelief as she tried to process everything you told her.

"What did she say?" Din questioned. The Armorer pondered for a second before looking up at the bounty hunter and placing her hands on either side of his broad shoulders.

"She requires help— protection, if you will. She wishes to form a rebellion against the Empire and restore Mandalore to its former glory."

"There's no way," Din huffed. "She must have a death wish."

"I know… everything about this is unusual. But the last time a Kryze sent out a distress call was after the death of Duchess Satine. It sounds serious. And she is the Manda'lor therefore we must do as she wishes." The Armorer informed Din coldly.

"And what is that?"

"As a Child of the Watch I am sending you out to Mandalore to protect the princess."

"Me?" Din gasped, his voice rising an octave as he pointed his own fingers into his chest. "No no no. I live here, on Nevarro. I'm a member of the Guild. I can't leave that all behind. What if it's a trap set up by the Imps?...And I have Grogu now."

"Sometimes there are sacrifices you must make as a Mandalorian, you know this," The Armorer said matter-of-factly. Din hated that she was right. "The Princess of Mandalore needs you. I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

"And when I get to Mandalore, what do I do?" Din sighed.

"You marry her, of course. Before Clan Kryze, we were the ones who ruled Mandalore. Our tribe are the rightful leaders of that planet and to have one of our Children of the Watch marry into the monarchy would mean you could not only restore Mandalore to the Mandalorians, but you could restore it to the old way, the right way. The way of tradition and the way it used to be. It would change the galaxy forever."

Din blinked momentarily and looked to his feet. Marriage? To a princess? There was no point in arguing with the Armorer because Din knew that deep down, she was right, and he could not deny her. The creed had brought him in and gave him everything. They provided him with a family when he'd lost his own, and if marrying a princess was what he had to do to respect his honour, then so be it.

"This is the way." The Armorer chanted, picking up her tools and walking back over to her work station.

She was right. "This is the way."

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 3 years

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...Story Imagine...

((this one would be for 🦇"Vladislaus Dracula"🦇 From "Van Helsing" (2004) Movie, and it would not follow any of the Canon in the movie))

Your family was one of the few who served Dracula with great loyalty since his rebirth. They provided many things like furniture, weapons, clothen and any other luxury that he would desire or can't have because of distance. The family was also Vlad's favorite as it is the same one where he obtained his second bride Marishka.

For centuries they were his first choice, often inviting them to enjoy his parties whole under his protection. Until one night when a family member made the mistake of insulting one of his brides, specifically Marishka, saying how she was a disgrace, that everyone knew she became a bride by seducing him with a dance and luring him to her.

The man died that same night under the count's claws, he was so enraged by the disrespect that he planned to kill the entire bloodline. Your family cried and begged for forgiveness that they didn't share the dead man's belief, how they are proud of Marishka, but that didn't phase him as he lifted his claw to strike.

He only stopped mid-way when your father offered a new bride. Seeing how the count was considering it, your father continued said how he will bring him a beautiful woman worthy for him, he then turned to you, a mere 8 year old child, and dragged you to the count, saying how they will groom you into a perfect bride, bringing one of thier own to show that they are not against the count having thier women for brides. You weren't scared, intimidated yes, but not scared. And that it probably what stirred the count interest as he agreed to the offer.

He didn't take his eyes of your own as your family kept bowing to the ground as they thanked him for his "Mercy".

You didn't understand anything, all you knew is that after that night 2 things changed. Your parents started to force you into enduring these tiring lessons to be a lady, and the count started visiting you at night when everyone is asleep. Your were confused of the strange man in your room but with time you found great comfort in him, he'd lesson when your family silenced you because a lady should not speak, He'd take you out to play under the moon light for your family forbidden you after that night. He was your secret friend who allowed you all the simple luxuries your family had taken from you too soon.

Until your tuned 10 years old, your family has been attacked in the morning so the count won't come to thier aid. Boris and what's left of the Valerious family had killed the families who still served the count, making them traitor for both God and Mankind. You were shivering in fear from the scream when Boris found you, being a child and the same age as his daughter Anna forced him to take pity on you and take you under his family's wing.

That's when you learned the truth of the Count.

The horrible things that he has done, the monster he truely was and the reason of why you were forced into those lesson and why the count was suddenly interested with you. You didn't belive them at first, you even cried for weeks until you saw it with your own eyes.

One of his brides, Marishka had killed Boris's brother, the one who was in charge of taking care of you. She told you how she is suppose to take you to the count for he was searching for you, but will not do it because "She won't be replaced by you"

Thankfully the rest of the Valerious were there to chase her away. After that night, Boris had sent you to London's church away from the Count's hands because after your disappearance he seemed to be restless. You felt sad because you were leaving your home, you country and your very first friend Anna, all behind. But it was for the best, Amna promised to still send letters to keep in touch.

Years past and you are now in your 20s. You served the Same church that Gabriel works for, it was you who found him first and nursed him to health and ever since then he didn't forget that favor, making the both of you good friends. During his serves Gabriel has trained you in secret to fight not against people but also monsters, you weren't as good as him but you still fought better than most. But the church still refused to send you anywhere with him, so you continued to just train within the church's walls.

Gabriel knew of your past encounter with the count so you could understand his surprise when he learned that he would have to kill him next. You were understandably terrified when you learned that not only is he back but that anna and her brother were the last members of the Valerious family. You urged to go with Gabriel but you were refused even he refused you to go as he was worried for your safety. He was angry when he found you hiding among his belongings half way through the journey to Transylvania.

It was too late to go and he knew you won't take no for an answer, Gabriel took you with him.

You felt nostalgic was you rode along the roads of your birthplace. When arriving to the village Anna took a while to recognize you and when she did you thought she'd take you in a tight hug but she only stared at you on horror.

"WHY DID YOU COME BACK!?"

That's when the brides attacked. In the attack Marishka did not get killed just severely injured that the others needed to carry her back to the castle. When everything is settled and you are in the Valerious castle Anna explained to you that upon learning that you left the country the count went into a frenzy and started killing almost her family her father died protecting both her and her brother, who was missing. That he kept demanding your whereabouts before biting the throat of his victims. And now that you are back the count will come to you.

Back in the castle the count is overjoyed that you are back, ignoring Marishka's almost death experience completely. He saw you through his brides eyes. You have grown well into a beautiful woman on more ways than just appearance.

As the story goes, both Gabriel and Anna must work to not only plan to kill the count but also protect you from him and Marishka who seemed to have it in for you, wanting to get rid of you while the other brides tried to bring you to the count.

I'm still working on on the story will continue and end, but that's what I have so far.

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Prompt: I don't know if you've seen this post, but I was immediately taken with the idea of Wangji and Sizhui being unknowingly blood related and finding out even later than Sizhui regaining his memories, and the upheaval it would cause in the Lans to have their Twin Jades be Wen, if you'd take inspiration from it :) over-the-misty-mountains. tumblr. com/ post/ 633693829282889728/ -🪐🦆🌌

A/N: This isn’t based on that specific idea, but hope you enjoy it anyway!

“Uncle?”

Lan Qiren looked up in surprise. Others might have difficulty parsing Lan Wangji’s emotions, but Lan Qiren had never had that issue, for better or for worse: Lan Wangji’s current tone might appear neutral on the surface but was in fact deeply distressed.

Moreover, Lan Wangji was not supposed to be here. He had been out on a night-hunt with Lan Sizhui, the two of them taking advantage of Wei Wuxian’s absence visiting the Lotus Pier to spend time with just the two of them, and they were not expected back until sometime in the afternoon the next day. And yet - here they were, both of them, coming to his door when there was less than half a shichen left before they would all retire to sleep.

That fact, Lan Wangji’s tone, and Lan Sizhui’s face – twisted into an expression of mixed shock and concern and curiosity – all indicated that something had gone amiss.

“Are you well?” Lan Qiren asked, putting aside the guqin in front of them and waving them in. “What happened to bring you back so early? Were either of you..?”

“We are unharmed, Great-Uncle,” Lan Sizhui assured him, which only meant physically.

“Wangji?” Lan Qiren asked.

Lan Wangji seated himself in front of him, Lan Sizhui following his example. “Uncle,” he said again, and his tone was – perturbed, Lan Qiren decided, rather than actively upset. That was something, at least. “I have a question.”

Lan Qiren nodded permission.

“My mother…”

Lan Qiren did not flinch, but it was a matter of self-control. He had promised himself long ago that once his nephews grew old enough to understand, he would allow them to ask any questions they wished and hold nothing back – and yet it had always been Lan Xichen who had asked, never Lan Wangji, even when Lan Qiren suspected the questions had come from Lan Wangji originally.

Although he supposed Lan Xichen, still in seclusion, was no longer an option…

(His heart hurt for his eldest nephew, so cruelly deceived and used by those he loved most. He had tried so hard to keep him from such a fate, and had been just as unsuccessful as when he’d tried to keep Lan Wangji from loving Wei Wuxian.)

“Yes?” he prompted when Lan Wangji did not continue. “What about her?”

“Was she – surnamed Wen?”

Lan Qiren blinked. “What?”

“We encountered an array during our night-hunt,” Lan Sizhui said quietly. “It was designed by some unknown ancestor with a preoccupation with bloodlines – the array could only be opened by cultivators who were blood related. We had initially planned to send a message back to the Cloud Recesses to request assistance, and yet found that…there was no impediment.”

Lan Qiren was no fool: he had known of Lan Sizhui’s origins from long before, having looked into it at once when Lan Wangji had first brought him to the Cloud Recesses as a child. And even if he didn’t, Lan Wangji’s adopted ward, who was later claimed by Wei Wuxian, shadowed lovingly by Wen Ning – he would have to be dead and stupid if he hadn’t figured out by now what Lan Sizhui’s original surname had to have been.

“Hanguang-jun’s lineage on his father’s side is well known,” Lan Sizhui continued. “And so we thought…perhaps…”

Lan Wangji’s face was carven as if in stone.

Braced for a blow.

Lan Qiren exhaled slowly.

“No,” he said, and they both looked at him, surprised. “She was not. As far as we have ever been able to determine, your mother had no living kin. If she did, I would have told you long ago and sought to contact them on your behalf, no matter who they were.”

He saw the minute relaxation in Lan Wangji’s shoulders – he had guessed his nephew’s concerns correctly, the fear of realizing that his trust had been truly breached, that the Dafan Wen had been even more cruelly abandoned than he’d thought. But then, a moment later, true puzzlement entered Lan Wangji’s eyes.

Lan Qiren cleared his throat.

“You have supposed the issue from the wrong end,” he said, and turned to look at Lan Sizhui. “The relation is not Wangji’s mother, but rather – yours.”

Lan Sizhui’s mouth dropped open.

“The matter was uncertain,” Lan Qiren said, his hands folded together. “And it was only recently, when the Ghost General returned, that I was able to confirm my suspicion…it did not seem to me to be necessary to mention it to you, as you had already been part of our family for so long. I see now that that was an error.”

One of many. He was only human, could only try his best, and yet he had made many errors, almost always as pertained to family.

“My mother was – Lan sect?” Lan Sizhui asked, puzzled. “But the family records – I didn’t think there was any recorded marriage between the Lan sect and Wen sect anywhere in the last three generations.”

Lan Wangji’s fingers tightened on his knees. “There was no marriage,” he concluded, correctly. If there had been a marriage, it would have been recorded no matter what the elders felt about it. Just as Lan Wangji’s marriage had been recorded.

“No marriage? Then how –” Lan Sizhui fell silent.

He knew, too.

“We believe that your mother was Lan Yanmei,” Lan Qiren said. “A cousin, from my own great-uncle’s line of descent. Her name is listed in the family record.” He paused briefly. “Her death is listed as taking place during the burning of the Cloud Recesses.”

She did not die then, of course, although they had – hoped. But their hope was in vain; she would live at least one more year before dying, a life in misery and despair that ended, according to a guilty Wen Ning, by her own hand. If Lan Qiren has one consolation, it was that Wen Xu preceded her to the grave.

Lan Sizhui nodded slowly, his eyes distant, but Lan Wangji looked at Lan Qiren sharply. He remembered, even if it had not yet occurred to Lan Sizhui, that Lan Sizhui��s childhood education had largely been handled by Lan Yanying, a quiet girl whose older sister had been lost in the war.

“You have always been a member of this family,” Lan Qiren told Lan Sizhui, ignoring his nephew for now. “As you would be even if you did not share a drop of our blood. Any questions you have, we will answer, but know that it does not change the degree of affection that we bear for you.”

Lan Sizhui murmured a thanks and excused himself with a salute, followed shortly by Lan Wangji.

Lan Qiren sighed, but turned back to his guqin.

He could only do what he thought was best, whether for his nephews, who he loved as sons, or those they had claimed as their own. He would make mistakes – had made terrible mistakes – but he hoped that they knew that he did it out of care.

Lan Wangji would be back to discuss it, he was sure. Or perhaps, if he were lucky, he would do what he did as a child and send Lan Xichen.

It would be good to see Lan Xichen again.

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