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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's mastelist

❒ genre: Fluff; Slice of life

❒ words: 1.6k+

❒ summary: In which a little fan steals Chaeri's heart

❒ warnings: None I guess

❒ notes: Soobin as a guest star! - It was a request but accidentally deleted the ask.. Hope this post finds your way anyway anon! ps. sorry it took so long, let me know if you enjoy it!

[16092019] BTS departure

The Incheon Airport was a sight to behold, bustling with life and energy. Fans of all ages filled the terminal, their eyes alight with anticipation and eagerness. Excited conversations filled the air, mixing with the click of cameras and the ever-present hum of travel. Impatient paparazzi jostled to get the best photos, their lenses trained on the celebrities that had arrived. Barriers and guards were placed all along the airport to prevent overexcited fans from invading the private space of idols.

BTS could say they were used to all that by now. Especially in Korea, when their schedules brought them to travel abroad, the flood of people who gathered to greet them and wish them a safe trip was impossible to count.

There were so many people that it was really getting difficult to be able to distinct the voices, the words, and who they be owned by to. But yet, Chaeri did not know how either, managed to link the voice that had shouted to her to the face to which it belonged.

Just as tall as the barriers that kept the fans in place, a little boy who could have been no more than 6 years old clutched a black puppet to his chest and, with his free hand, pointed at her - or rather, pointed at her shirt, on which a dragon was printed.

"Dragon!" He shouted, his childish voice just loud enough to be heard. Chaeri's eyes widened a little as she looked down at the figure printed on her chest and then back up at the kid. All around them, the other members were starting to move forward, but Chaeri glanced over her shoulder and paused for a moment before doing so.

Her bodyguard warned her not to get too close to the crowd, but there was something in this young fan's voice that touched her heart. She raised her hair with one hand and stepped closer towards him so he could see what she had been hiding at the back of her neck: beneath her hair was a tattoo of a dragon, identical in every detail with the one printed on her shirt.

The little boy put his puppet down and opened his mouth in awe; many others around him mirrored his expression after seeing it, causing an even bigger commotion than before. Despite all the chaos happening around, Chaeri couldn't help but smile at the child's reaction. Moments like these made her feel like it was all worth it - the long hours in the studio, the grueling rehearsals, the constant pressure to be perfect.

Chaeri was running out of time and the security personnel were closing in. She whispered to the fan, "Quick! Slide under the barricades and give me a hug before they catch us" The young boy's face lit up with excitement at being so close to his idol. He scrambled beneath the barriers and raced forward, barely allowing himself to pause as he reached out hesitantly to touch her. His arms shook but Chaeri bent down towards him, granting him one last precious moment of joy before she had to drag him back behind the line of barricades.

The little boy then caught Chaeri off guard; he slowly picked up the black puppet he had dropped to the ground when he spotted her and held it out for her to take. "This is for you," he said, his lips turning up ever so slightly at the corners in a timid grin. "It's a dragon, just like yours" His arm rose to point towards her neck. A flicker of emotion crossed Chaeri's face as she looked down at the puppet with fondness before glancing back up to meet his gaze; her eyes shone brightly with appreciation. She could feel everyone around them mesmerized on the scene unfolding before them, their eyes flickering between admiration and envy. With a gentle smile curling her lips upwards she wrapped her hands around the soft fabric of the doll before standing up again. One last time she looked into his eyes and promised: "I'll keep this forever!"

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💭 Chaeri keeps proving why she's my bias. The way she interacts with fans is just amazing 💭 That little boy handing Chaeri his dragon puppet was the cutest thing I've ever seen. My heart is melting ❤️ 💭 I can't believe Chaeri let a fan hug her! So jealous! 😭 💭 That little boy must be on cloud nine right now! I hope he knows how lucky he is to have met Chaeri 💭 I never knew I needed a dragon tattoo until I saw Chaeri's. She's always setting trends

[02042023] Busan Audition

"How is Europe, Oppa? Are you spending good times with your family?" Chaeri owned and had owned many talents; unfortunately, she had lost the one of being on time. She remembered how, in the early days of her career, she was always the first one to get up, be ready, and show up wherever their schedule led them. She was 14 years old then. Probably, at the 'ripe old age' of almost 25, she was too tired all the time to be punctual. With her shoulder she held her cellphone attached to her ear while, on the other end of the phone, Namjoon was telling her how much those days were relaxing him, how happy he was to be able to spend time somewhat quietly with his family. At the same time, her hands were busy signing in at the auditorium where the auditions for the new male group that BigHit had planned for the next generation of k-pop artists would be held. In her delight, she was asked whether she wanted to supervise the auditions of the new proposals, as a senior member of the company. She could not have been happier about it, honestly. And she would have been even happier if that very kind but terribly annoying receptionist stopped making her sign paper after paper, despite her repeating that she was already late. "Mh-mh, yes. Soobin will attend along with me" The receptionist handed her another packet of papers to sign and Chaeri almost dropped the phone from the precarious position it was in, out of sight. "We should do also a motivational speech or something…. If only I can get there on time, clearly" She couldn't help but cast an oblique glance at the woman on the other side of the desk who, herself, seemed to be having a great time.

Namjoon chuckled on the other end of the line. "You always manage to pull it off, Chaeri. I have faith in you." His words brought a smile to Chaeri's lips as she hurriedly signed the last document and made her way to the auditorium.

"Lord, I'm finally done. I need to go. I love you"

"I love you too, kid"

Chaeri walked down the hallway which would lead her to the auditorium where, one by one, the young boys would enter to perform. There stood Soobin,one of BigHit's rising stars and TxT's leader -- a vibrant smile stretching his cheeks and revealing two rows of perfect teeth. His eyes lit up when he noticed her. "Chaeri noona!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "You're here! We've got 10 minutes before we need to start."

"Sorry, I know I'm late," Chaeri replied.

The excitement in her voice was palpable as she asked, "Do you think we could get a peek at the kids?" Before Soobin could answer, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along, the soles of their shoes squeaking against the floor as they hurried towards the backstage route.

Countless of hopeful young boys were waiting nervously. Some were practicing their dance moves, others were singing softly to themselves, and a few were just staring into space, lost in their own thoughts.

One of the boys was just starting to turn his head in their direction when Chaeri and Soobin ducked back behind the heavy, black velvet curtains that separated the private area from the main one. They both held their breath, listening to see if they had been noticed. "Seeing us would have made them panic sooner than expected," Chaeri whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Definitely," Soobin agreed, her heart pounding as they waited until it was safe to emerge again.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The auditions were finally over, and Chaeri felt a sense of fulfillment. She had witnessed so much raw talent and passion in those young boys, and she couldn't wait to see which ones would make it to the final round. As she made her way towards the exit, a young boy caught her eye.

The audition kids were told to keep their distance from her and Soobin - who had left just before her -, with a line of bodyguards forming a physical barrier between them. However, one boy stepped up closer than any of the other contestants, albeit not invading her personal space. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. She smiled politely at him as she walked past, but he stepped forward and called out to her "Dragon!"

A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she remembered a small boy who had been mesmerized by the intricate swirls and curves of her tattoo. He had presented her with a tiny stuffed dragon which she still kept on her bedside table all these years later. His face had grown taller, but his eyes were still wide with childlike wonder "You've grown so much, dragon boy"

The boy gasped, his dark eyes widening with surprise. "You remember me?!"

"Of course I do, your little dragon slept with me for many nights!"

A proud smile curved the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to stand taller knowing that he had made an impression on her all those years ago. "I auditioned today. I hope I did well, and I just wanted to say thank you for inspiring me."

Her expression softened as she replied, "Good luck, then! Do your best, maybe one day we will work together"

The boy nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll make sure to work hard and become a great artist!"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Bodyguards tugged the heavy doors open for her to step out onto the sidewalk. She shivered in the cool air, and fished her phone out of her pocket. The screen lit up with some notifications:

Namjoon: How did the auditions go?

Chaeri: Saw some really talented kids, excited to see who makes it to the next round

Namjoon: You always have a good eye for talent, I'm sure the new group will be amazing.

Namjoon: You're doing great things at BigHit

Chaeri: 🫶🏼

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redsbrainrot · 5 months

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Fairytail in a GOT au - part 2

There’s the original post :) if you haven’t read that I suggest you do so you can get a gist of this one.

Gruvia

Arranged marriage

I think BonnieQ pretty much nailed what their relationship would be like already in her GOT au fic but I’m gonna continue anyways

Juvia and Gray would both be very stoic with each other for the first week, Juvia opens up way before he does though

Girl’s horny 24/7

Occasionally they’d make a trip to the Riverlands cause she gets a little homesick, but she loves the North just as much

Juvia shocked that she has a man that actually treats her with respect and doesn’t cross boundaries

Gray found her a bit odd at first but once he got to know her that boy was in looooove

When there’s a war they don’t leave each other behind they go together (despite how much Gray protests she stays home)

Lyon constantly making moves on a married woman, Gray would threaten to send him to the Wall

Like Bran in episode 1 I imagine Juvia finding a load of direwolf puppies and begging for Gray to let her keep them

He’s like “yeah whatever” but secretly he was also about to beg her to take them home

They’re pretty quick to have children (horny bastards)

Nalu

Natsu grew up in King’s Landing and one day the “Lannisters” (Lucy’s family) visited and Natsu pissed her the fuck off but they were actually pretty close by the end of it

Lucy was promised to someone else

Natsu is a knight

See where I’m going here

Forbidden looooove

Yeah they secretly shagging

They’d be like frenemies to lovers

They’d pull a Lyanna and Rhaegar and secretly elope

This is game of thrones people wouldn’t like that once they found out

Do I hear a war? Yeah there was totally a war because of it

Random bullshit

Natsu would be a knight to the Targaryens I think (so Mira’s family n that)

Targaryens would beg the Stark’s (Gray and co) to fight in the war against the Lannisters (angry Lucy family) and Gray would get in a little spat with Natsu about how he basically started a war for pussy

I feel like Lucy’s mother would’ve been a Tyrell

Natsu would have Targaryen blood fr but I feel like he’d be a bastard

Makarov runs a brothel in King’s landing lmao

Juvia would have Pyke blood too yk sea and that

Jellal and Erza are literally just Brienne and Jaime

Erza and Natsu still besties and she’d be in the King’s guard as well

Natsu would definitely have a dragon

Juvia is full on Catalyn when it comes to her kids (in a good way) she’ll do anything for them

#gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail #gruvia #fairy tail 100 yq #gray x juvia #nalu #fairytail headcanons #game of thrones au #fairy tail got au #natsu dragneel #lucy heartifilla #lucy heartfilia #erza scarlet #jellal fernandes #jerza

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simpingland · 1 year

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Alliance of flowers and wings// Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell!fem!oc

When Aemond offers Lyassandre Tyrell a visit to Highgarden, she doesn't expect the gentlemen he really his, little does she know, Aemond wants something out of the smartest lady on court.

Aemond interacts with a kid and a lizard and I made it cute.

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Lyssandre was caught up walking around the forbidden halls of the Keep, again. She wasn't very quiet on her footsteps as she was "clueless" about the prohibitions.

"You can't be here, my lady" called a male voice. She wished for anyone but Ser Criston, he was an asshole. When she turned around, she wished for Ser Criston. It was the One-eyed Prince Aemond. She was screwd. With any other guard, it would be easy, she would flirt her troubles away. Just a smile and playing it dumb and they all let her go, no words to the queen. Even Criston Cole believed in her stupidity, little did he know, it was him the stupid one. But Aemond didn't buy it, he never has, not even when she arrived. The moment she saw the half blinded man, she couldn't fake anything, everything inside her went cold, she could barely look at him, it was even worse when she saw him fence for the first time. She learned the story of his dragon, and she didn't wish to meet more of such a cruel boy, now grow into a man.

"Oh, right...Silly me..."she tried to smile but her lips only trembled. "I didn't know that."

"Hum..." again, he could see through her big fat lie. "If you tell me the truth I would have let you go...but people don't hide away their good intentions..." he came closer, slowly.

"What bad intentions could I have, my prince?" She asked, trying to encourage herself.

"Spying? Stealing?" He made a pause, looking at her eyes. "Don't know, people here are very creative. Maybe you went to find someone to fuck..."

Lyssandre started to blush, accusations like that were very dangerous for a lady in waiting, she might be flirty but the Seven knew, she wanted a good match as a husband. "I beg you, do not think of me as something other than a noble lady, my prince...I would never do such a thing."

"My brother Aegon is a prince, higher lord than you...and you couldn't keep track of the amount of places he has jerked off..." he said, a little anger in his voice. "I'm glad I found you, my lady...I've been sent to Oldtown".

"Well, I wish you a good trip then", she bowed and started to walk away. But the prince hold her forearm, not roughly, but she was forced to stop.

"Highgarden is in the middle of the road, Lady Tyrell" he explained. "It's been long since your departure, am I correct?"

"Almost three years, my prince". She felt a quick and sharp feeling of nostalgia, her sister was a baby when she left, and her room was way prettier than the boring one she was given in the Red Keep.

"I can let you there, while I visit my brother Daeron. I would take you back here on my return". He let her arm go, staring with apparent uninterest as she thought about it.

"Well...it's a very generous offer..." it was, but travelling was long and she hated ships and carriages weren't much better. And also, she would be with Aemond Targaryen, the only person able to make her uncomfortable in the entire King's Landing.

"The journey will be short. Only a day, and I will stay in Oldtwon for two weeks".

Two weeks? That's a very good amount of time...wait...

"Only a day of travelling? But the roads are long and horses can't ride all day"

Aemond smirked, somethings Lyssandre only saw on his training sessions and they weren't very usual. "We won't ride, Lyssandre, we'll fly".

Before she couldn't even process it, they were waking her up early in the morning a couple of days later. Her clothes in a box, and a cloak. When she met Aemond, he was saying goodbye to the Queen, he stared at the dress of the Tyrell girl.

"This was my biggest dress, my prince...the only one that...might...not break apart ",she explained. He only smirked and hummed, as always, walking way ahead of her. But the walk had no perdition, Vhagar was very visible, waiting for his rider to fly away.

Aemond could see the girl shaking, and even then she was able to smile at the servants that crossed their way. The dragon's keepers would blush when they helped her to reach the dragon and they treated her belonging with extra care. Aemond could just watch, amazed at the charms of the girl who has always ignored him. She sat behind him, holding tight, but when Vhagar started to fly, she screamed and the prince almost choked at the tightness of the grip, her arms around his waist. It was a messy start, he felt her head hidding in his back, and once Vhagar stopped moving his wings, she separated a little.

"Are you enjoying the flight, Lady Tyrell?"

"Ye..yes...are we there yet?"

"Open your eyes and see" of course, even giving his back, he would have guessed that Lyssandre had her eyes tightly clossed. When she opened them, she screamed again, but it was shorter. Aemond laughed shamelessly but the views were stunning. They were very, very high...but the sky was clean, the mountains green and the sea would appear far away. "The gods and the dragons has this one thing in common...they see the world in all it's glory...and Targaryens are chosen to enjoy it".

And now Lyssandre was the chosen one to enjoy it as well...no Tyrell has walked on the sky, but she was the first one, maybe, just maybe, she was making history at this very moment, thanks to Aemond. She couldn't speak, so she just enjoyed the rest of the ride, letting Aemond speak every now and then. The sun was just beginning to dissappear when Highgarden was reached. Now she understood, she got a complete idea of the beauty her house holded. She recognised her castle far away, even her window. Aemond, aware of the fascination of the lady, made Vhagar fly three times around, letting her joy more than once her own home as the gods saw it.

When they landed, they walked for bit long, leaving that gigantic dragon behind. "I hope they have pie... I'm dying to eat again a pie made by Elwa..." she mumbled, more to herself than for Aemond.

"A pie? One of the most exotic lands in the Seven Kingdoms and you wish for pie?" Asked the prince, he has, in fact, payed attention. She would joke about it, but she didn't know where to draw the boundaries with the prince, and it was better not to risk his sympathy when you needed him later.

When they reached the castle, Lady Tyrell ran to the door. Her husband followed and run, only to stop his wife. They were a few inches apart, smiles on the Tyrell women, but Lord Tyrell knew that the correct manner to treat royalty was to give them priorities, then they would greet their daughter.

"Prince Aemond...what an honor to have you here with us...Let us host you, show our respect" said the men. He had the same hair as his daughter, same color in their eyes, but Lyssandre was all her mother, even the hidding grin was identical.

"Yes, my prince, we'd received a message but we didn't expected you so soon" she spoke. She was sweeter in her manners than her daughter.

A kid run towards Lord Tyrell's legs, hair like Lyssandre but the eyes of the mother.

"Father! A dragon is coming! I saw it, I swear I saw it!" Screamed the girl. Aemond could see in the corner of his eye the change in Lyssandre's expression, she has recognised, her baby sister.

"Hello, Annabella..."she said. "How much you have grown...". The sister went quiet, seeing not only that stranger, but that tall silver Prince beside her.

"The dragon won't hurt you, my dear" calmed her the Lord. "This is prince Aemond, he is son of the King". The kid bowed, clumsy and still scared. "And this young lady here is your sister, Lyssandre" that made her smile, recognising her from all the times her parents would tell about her big sister. Annabella ran to hug her sister.

"I won't bother you, family Tyrell, I was on my way to Oldtown and Highgarden was close. Thought you might wanted to see your daughter for a few days". Aemond felt the feeling of a family that was not his growing inside his chest, but it wasn't terrible feeling, just an odd one.

"It was the kindest of gestures, my prince. You have arrived just in time, I'll tell Elwa to cook more dinner" said lady Tyrell.

"I won't be staying, my lady" said Aemond.

"Oh, please, your grace...it's going to get dark, you must be tired".

"Yes, my prince, it will be an honor to give the prince good food and a good rest" spoke the lord.

"Well..." he looked at Lyssandre, who, for the first time, dedicated him a sincere smile. "I've heard the pies are delicious".

They ate the supper in a improvised little feast. The castle was beautiful, warm colors and the smell of flowers filled the place. Aemond was showed the gardens while Lyssandre visited her room. Lord Tyrell was telling him about some history fact that Aemond already knew when he saw Lyssandre in the distance, hugging what appeared to be Elwa. She giggled at something she was telling her, but this giggle was much more natural than the others he has seen from her. Her eyes looked different there, like if the light was correctly focused on her. The dinner was fun, the food was fantastic and the pie...the pie was something else, she was right. Aemond was interviewed by Lord Tyrell and now the prince understood were the incredible amount of curiosity came from. If it wasn't for Lady Tyrell, Aemond wouldn't have tasted anything from the table, she distracted him, resting the questions a bit. In one of his rest, where the attention was put on Lyssandre, Aemond saw Annabelle picking up her food,cutting a face on her potatoe, not interested in the talk of adults.

"I see you are the only Tyrell in history who mind her own business", whispered Aemond.

The girl went quiet for a moment, looking at him confused, but she smiled. "Look, my potatoe is smiling" She pointed out. This made Aemond smile.

"Wow...what kind of magic is that?" He became invested in the girl's plate.

"It's not magic...I did it with the knife...mother never let me use it".

"Silly her, you've got some serious skills with the weapon...". When Annabella put the knive thought the potatoe again, Aemond made a fake jumpscare that made the girl crack a laugh giggle. They all turned to look at them.

"Annabella, are you using a knife?" Lady Tyrell was trying to hide her annoyance.

"Oh, no, Lady Tyrell, we were just...picking apart her potatoe...I'm making sure she draws a proper face on it".

To that, the woman couldn't say anything. So they continued the dinner with more questions and honors and blessings to the royal family and the fun ended officially when Annabella was sent to bed. She hugged her sister, and she smiled at Aemond. When her mother told her to bow, she couldn't help but giggle, remembering the potatoe that rested still on her plate. The parents bowed too, leaving their daughter be the one guiding the prince around his room.

"Did you enjoy the dinner, my prince?" Asked Lyssandre, side-eyeing the quiet Prince.

"I did...I underestimated the pie you longed so much..." he joked dryly.

"Elwa promised me to bake fifty more once I go back to the Capital. I hope Annabella wasn't much of a bother."

"Not at all...she's quiet, I like that...You are more like your father in spirit...always talking..."

"Gods...was he annoying? I'm so sorry, my prince. He has always talked too much" the girl stopped, trying to make him understand how much she really felt it. But Aemond only fixed his eye on the wall. When she followed his stare she saw it, a little lizard on the wall. "Oh, my prince, don't mind them, they are harmless... but very common around here."

When she took the little thing on her hand, Aemond felt a little admiration, in any other occasion, he would have put that thing away with a knive.

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"If we killed them we would have never know their true nature...sometimes you can go further without violence, my prince." She looked at him, as if trying to speak more words than those. Everyone in the kingdom knew him a sadistic Lord, always close to the sharpest object in the room, restless of training and always wishing for more power.

"Such a clever girl..." he dared to offer his hand, letting her put the little lizard on his hand. "Some people can't risk it for tries and knowledge...to prevent is better than to save."

"That's why you have to be calm and patient, bitting and holding your breath, so you can memorise the right words, which tile to step...that's how you properly learn how to dance."

"I'm afraid I'm not a patient man...I'm a cunning one".

"Why can't you be both?"

"It's not in my blood as Targaryen. Speak sincerely to me, Lyssandre, am i right?"

"Yes, your grace. You are right." She was more confident with her words.

"Would I make a good Lord?"

"I do think so, your grace."

"You wish to see your family often, don't you?" He stared at her, seeing her nod. He trusted her in that hall, where the candles illuminated her serious face, no mask right now, she was being completely honest. "Many Lords let their wives root in their husbands home, caging them in a bed with baths and servants, letting them die at childbirth, missing their childhood home. Are you afraid of a future like that? "

"It's my fate...my prince."

"Hum...no, the gods wouldn't waste you..." he let the lizard go, holding Lyssandre's hand. "Most lords would do that to you...Stupid, idiotic lords...but you think of me a good lord, and I trust you. The wittiest lady on the Keep, maybe in the capital..." Aemond put his face closer to her face. "All this years I saw you walking back every time you saw me, because you were scared of me... That's how I knew you were smart. You have total control of the insects in every corner of the world, you are an observant as much as a charmer, just like a proper Tyrell. A woman who appreciates her origins and is willing to make a difference. A flower crowning a dragon. If you trust me as a good Lord, I would need you beside me, I'll take you wherever you wish, I want your advise, I want your eyes for me, I want your mouth for my use. I'll give you my ears and my wings. Give me wise children and I'll give you powerfull heirs. Let me be yours, Lyssandre."

She couldn't speak, she just blinked, pale and mute. He stared at her, waiting for an answer that never came, as she walked away from him. At the next morning, she could only bow, barely staring at his eye. She watched as he flyed away. Was she that dumb? How did she managed to become such an idiot in just seconds? The only thing she could do about it was spending her time with Annabella, walking and memorising her home. The two weeks went by shortly, as she was incredibly nervous about seeing him again. When he arrived he accepted the invitation right away.

"We have been thinking about an arrangement with Lord Arryn, dear Lys" spoke her mother.

"Lord Arryn? Isn't he...Isn't he an old man?" She had her eyes open wide.

"Well, he is quite mature...but he is having a good season in his gold...and he has heard about your charms..."

Aemond could feel her disappointment. All those days he has replayed that rejection in his mind. He didn't hold bitterness towards the girl. It wasn't her fault she didn't wished to rush in. But now she was scared. Arryn was a great house, but a boring one, far away from the world she has learned to controll. She looked at him, and he did what felt right.

He lower his hand under the table, offering her to take it, she, seeing the hand, blinked and something in her eyes seemed apologetic. She took his hand under the table, they holded tight and she nodded.

"Actually, Lord Tyrell..." he started pulling their locked hands over the table. "I wish to use this reunion to ask for your daughters hand in marriage."

Who dared reject a prince? Not a father of a noble lady. They toasted and clapped, more wine circulated around the table. When the good nights were done, the future couple walked together towards Aemond's room, finishing the walk of last time. When they reached the door, Aemond kissed Lys on the cheek, but she turned her face, making their lips meet. He took her cheeks in her hands, deepening the kiss, passionate and breathtaking. When they separated, he watched her leave, smirking when Lyssandre turned, giving him a wicked smile, knowing well that for now on, they were going to be allies.

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mairitess · 1 day

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nonsense // dr s2 oneshot

summary: nya is unfairly extending the burden of saving the world onto arin/sora/wyldfyre, and when she takes a step back, she has to unpack why.

a/n: ok so this one feels a liiiiiittle ooc but bear with me ;-; sorry + also on ao3

words: 1.6k

tags: angst, fluff?, jaya, the kids!!! the kids ;-;, dragons rising s2 spoilers, takes place like right after the end of s2

warnings: overworked/exhausted minors, mild insinuations to intimacy, infrequent coarse language

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“They make me feel hopeful for the first time in a long time, Jay. I think if anyone’s going to do it, if anyone’s going to save us, save you… It’ll be them."

“Again,” Nya barked across the training courtyard at the three young teenagers, all of them desperately trying to catch their breaths. Her voice hung heavy in the air, firm and incessant and demanding despite them having run the same drill for the last two hours. That was on top of them having been training all day. “You keep skipping obstacles! Run it again.”

Arin was leaning on one of the pillars, head thrown back and eyes shut tightly as he waited for his pounding heartbeat to slow. His legs were numb and he didn’t even realize he had slid down until he hit the bottom. Sora was hovered over the ground, keeled over and gripping her knees to stay upright. Her arms burned with every movement and flex. Even Wyldfyre, who normally had a retortive quip in her, had fallen silent, overworked to the point of bitter militant focus during the training run. Wyldfyre simply lay on the ground, staring up at the sky, trying to clarify her vision — she’d been running the course so much it felt like it was all she could see, and her sight blurred anything else.

“Nya please,” Sora begged, starting to extend herself up. At this point, she was the only one who could find her words. “We’re not getting any better, let us—“

Nya’s stare soured at her mentee, and Sora tried backtracking. “A ten minute break,” Sora suggested, and Nya was already shaking her head when Lloyd came over from behind her. “You guys are more than good for the day,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’re all doing well. We can try again tomorrow if you want, but go eat and rest and for the night. There’s already food out.”

He was being far kinder than Nya was, and Sora, Arin, and Wyldfyre hastily left, tripping over themselves as they escaped. Lloyd turned to his older sister, fuming.

“What the hell, Nya?” He exclaimed in a harsh whisper, his choice words catching Nya off-guard. “I come out here and see you working these kids to more than exhausted! We weren’t even running these drills at their age! I’m not going to let them train tomorrow — they can barely stand!“ Nya held her ground, glaring back at him and turning to face him head-on. “So explain to me what you think you’re doing,” Lloyd hissed.

“These ‘kids,’” Nya started, putting her words in air quotes, “have far more responsibility than we did at their age. So I’m training them to meet the world. And they’re not doing it right, so we’re going to keep doing it until they do.”

Lloyd gaped at her, stunned. “This is not okay, Nya. They’re not machines. Have you even let them take a break at all today?” Nya didn’t reply, and Lloyd shook his head.

“I’m taking over until you can get a hold of yourself and what we’re trying to do here,” Lloyd said as he started to walk away. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t think you know, either. So talk to me when you figure it out.”

He left her there, standing in the middle of the spinning course, the whir of the equipment filling the empty feeling she had in her chest.

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Nya wandered into town, trying to let her anger out in a healthier way. Lloyd was right. She knew she was pushing the kids too hard, but in the moment, she couldn’t stop herself. All Nya could think about was—

She’d walked straight in front of one of the several memorials throughout the Crossroads, and found herself staring between a picture of Jay, and a picture of Kai. Nya exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, and couldn’t help but reach out to touch Jay’s framed photo with the backs of her fingers, following the lines of his cheeks. So many people were milling about behind her, but it was as if the world was quiet when she saw him.

It had been years since she’d last seen her Yin. When she first realized she’d lost him, it was as if her sense of balance was thrown off. She was stumbling and clumsy until she found something to do, but creating a new normal was hard. Nya felt she was alright now, though she thought about Jay once any urgency had gone away, and the only thing keeping her from feeling like she was missing something from her life was the faith she’d find Jay eventually. He was strong; they both were. Even if it were increasingly naive as more time passed, if anyone were to have taught her about faith and utter trust, it was Jay. She wasn’t going to lose that for him.

But time was both a blessing and a burden, a lesson she’d understood well even before the Merge. Jay’s voice was the first memory she couldn’t quite grasp again. When she’d initially realized she couldn’t remember how it sounded when he said, “I love you,” or even how he would simply say her name, she’d sobbed to herself for days. There weren’t recordings, at least none on her, and even then, there weren’t recordings of their private conversations. No recordings of him mumbling into her chest when they’d wake up together, no recordings of him bantering with her over a game, no recordings of him professing his love for her over and over and over again. She couldn’t get enough in the moment. Now all she had was a fleeting memory. Even when she’d shut her eyes to imagine his voice, all she would get were pathetic recreations and imitations.

After his voice went the way he felt — his warmth, how he’d slink his arms around her after a busy day, his gentle kisses to her cheeks and forehead. She’d tie her hair up and hope his fingertips pushing the stray hairs out of her face would ghost across the edges of her scalp, but the memories stopped coming after two years. Then she lost the way he tasted: the saltiness of his sweat on his upper lip whenever she’d kissed him after they’d sparred, the softly bruised taste of his shoulder when she’d gently bit down on it in more intimate moments.

The two types of memories she had left were how he looked, aided by all the photos she not only had but that the public had put up; and how he smelled, aided by the smokiness of a dense city. The constant buzz of electricity coursing through the streets’ veins kept reminding Nya of Jay — when things were quiet enough, she could place her ear to his chest and hear his heartbeat skip, his entire body humming with the lightning darting throughout him. Now, the electric energy left a singed scent drooping in the air, much like the smell of Jay’s hair, even after a shower, and particularly after a rough fight.

Nya didn’t realize she was sitting on the ground next to Jay’s memorial. She looked up at his beaming face and smiled softly at the countless freckles dotting across his nose and cheeks. She remembered making fun of him as his eyebrow slit filled in time. Nya hoped she’d never forget the brights of his eyes.

All this made her too familiar with loss and losing. As her eyes flickered to Kai’s image, tears threatened to fall down her cheeks, as Nya fought the urge to imagine all she could still lose with Kai. He hadn’t disappeared all that long ago, but losing Jay’s memories went all too quickly and sporadically. There was no planning for when she would forget, and what those lost memories would be.

“I’m sorry,” she exhaled, her chest tightening in guilt. “I’m sorry I haven’t found you yet, and I’m sorry I’m pushing our kids,” Nya said. “I know what you’d say. Everything will be fine, everything will be okay.” She took a deep breath. “I know. It will be. I just wish you were here. I don’t think I’d be pressuring them so hard if you were.”

Nya sat with her knees to her chin as she leaned against the post holding Jay’s memorial up. “They make me feel hopeful for the first time in a long time, Jay. I think if anyone’s going to do it, if anyone’s going to save us, save you… It’ll be them. But now Kai’s gone, and I’m scared all over again. There’s so much pressure on them.” Nya sighed and looked up at the sky, searching for some form of peace. “But I guess I’m not helping.” She could tell he’d agree.

“Thanks for listening babe,” she said, smiling softly to herself and getting up to leave. While she’d lost the memory of his voice, Nya still remembered the way he laughed. And that, she was certain, was the one thing she’d hold onto, as it echoed in her head.

—

Nya profusely apologized to the trio, who by the time she got back, were all sprawled across the floor playing with Riyu. “I shouldn’t have done that,” Nya admitted, hugging each of them regretfully. “You’re all doing so great for what you’ve been asked to do. I’m not going to run you guys, or anyone, like that again. I’m sorry. Anything you want, anything I can do, I’ll make it up to you.” Afterwards, she went to sit with Lloyd in the kitchen.

“It’s not their jobs to find Kai or Jay, I know,” she said to him, leaning on his shoulder. “And I shouldn’t expect them to. I just…” Nya trailed off, sighing. “I hope they do. But it’s not about them. It’s about us. We’ll find them. We’ll get them back, together, before we have to lose much else.”

Training went much smoother from then on, and Nya found the trio improving faster and further than she could’ve imagined when she was drilling them before. They were enjoying their practices even when they messed up, and soon enough, all four of them were hopeful for what was to come.

Nya couldn’t wait for all her fleeting memories to come rushing back.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #nya ninjago #ninjago nya #nya smith #nya jiang #ninjago arin #arin ninjago #ninjago sora #sora ninjago #wyldfyre ninjago #ninjago wyldfyre #ninjago lloyd #lloyd ninjago #it's a fic

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goddessofroyalty · 1 year

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Blood for blood - does Aegon ever find out about the truth of his kids being his brothers?

I'm going to end up with another chapter of this thing aren't I?

It's under the cut.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairings: Aemond/Lucerys, Aegon/Helena, Aemond/Helena (not romantically but physically for baby-making purposes)

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg, incest, infidelity, canon-typically violence

Oh and general POV-character is not a fully reliable narrator that applies to basically everything I write.

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“So,” Aegon says, leaning over into his younger brother’s space at the table set up for the feast to celebrate the birth of the third son of the heir to Driftmark and his alpha consort. The baby having been handed around to all the family to coo over and now is back in Lucerys’ arms as he talks to his siblings catching up on lost time. “Are you still guarding over his heats like a dog guarding it’s hunt?”

The look Aemond gives him is one Aegon is well familiar with – his brother wants to call him a drunk idiot but won’t to spare their mother’s feelings. Not that their mother isn’t well aware of how Aegon spends his time most days and knows how little he wanted to be here but had no choice but to come. He couldn’t be left alone in King’s Landing without the Queen there as well – he might get ideas of trying to claim the throne.

Seeing his own kids makes the trip slightly more bareable even if it also leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. They, and Helena, seem happy enough being raised within their cousin’s house. Even dragging the Queen’s younger children over to join them now they maids and nurses have given up trying to keep them contained at the table and instead left them to play.

“I have no concerns about the children not being mine if that is what you’re asking,” Aemond answers, taking an easy drink from his goblet. It’s a yes and Aegon almost feels sorry for his nephew for having to deal with the same savage display of territorialism that Aemond had shown over his initial heats after their marriage. Terrifying all who came near the room and even snarling at Rhaenyra when she went to ensure her son hadn’t been killed by him.

“I guess it is the only way you can be,” Aegon says as he downs his goblet. Gesturing to a servant to refill it, a young pretty beta that he may just find after Helena now doubt refuses him her bed for the night. “Any common features they have may just come from him. Not that we’re allowed to talk about that anymore. Are we?”

Aemond doesn’t say anything to it but shakes his head when the servant offers to fill his goblet as well.

“Poor thing though,” Aegon continues, bringing his goblet up to his lips to empty again. “To have inherited his mother’s appetite and be stuck with only you to satisfy it.”

He gestures for the servant to fill his goblet up again but his brother prevents it. Instead telling the young thing to go back to the kitchens and leaning into Aegon’s space.

“If we are talking about the matters of surety when it comes to our children how sure are you that yours are yours? How many nights did you leave Helena alone so you could pass out drunk in some whorehouse? And what were you doing to prevent someone else from keeping her company while you did?”

Aegon goes to snap back that one simply had to look at them! His children looked like true Targeryan’s. Unlike Aemond’s who clearly carried some common blood. But the children catch his eye before he does, Jaehaerys’ carrying the youngest Viserys by the under-arms as the toddler giggles as he dangles.

They both have the same nose.

They both have Aemond’s fucking nose.

“You traitor!”

There’s a scream that fills the room as he lunges for his brother not that he knows who from. He doesn’t even bother trying to grab a knife from the table. Wanting to kill his brother with his bare hands for what he’s done.

Aemond fights back, because that is Aegon’s brother. A vicious alpha that was raised for a war that didn’t come and now fights to ensure and grow his mate’s eventual inheritance as if it is his own. Where he has taken their sister, Aegon’s wife, and the children with him to play the pretend happy family that they are not and will never be.

Aegon hates him for it but he doesn’t fight the hands that drag them apart. His mother and eldest nephew holding him back as his uncle holds back Aemond, Lucerys’ at his mate’s side, their child now in the arms of a nursemaid in the corner the other children have been herded into. Aegon’s older sister, the Queen, stands between them as if she could actually stop two alphas who want each other’s blood from getting to each other.

“What is this about?” she demands but Aegon barely cares to pay her much mind. Shrugging off his mother and nephew to stand firm against his brother.

“Is there anything else you want to take from me while you’re at it?” His wife. His children. His fucking throne. It had all been lost to him because of his brother. Leaving him with nothing but a mother who follows him around with pity as he fills his days with trying not to think about any of it.

“I took nothing you actually wanted,” Aemond says with a snarl.

His mother tugs at Aegon’s arm incessantly. Saying, in a tone that leaves no room for argument, that he needs to get some air.

“I think that is a wise course of action,” the Queen says and Aegon wants to spit at her for her part in all this as well. It’s her fucking son that is apparently such a good fuck he could turn an alpha against his own family.

Of course, he would probably lose his head for it. Which would cause problems for Helena and the kids. His kids. Aemond’s kids.

“Come on,” his mother says with another harsh tug at his arm.

Aemond just smirks over at him, Lucerys still at his side. His brother so sure about his position.

To think he was the one that started with nothing and Aegon with everything.

Aegon wants to punch that stupid smirk off his brother’s face but instead he allows his mother to drag him out of the hall. Her footsteps quick pace echoing through the hall betraying her own anxiety about what just happened.

She only stops when he refuses to go further. Turning around to stare up at him with worried eyes.

“What was that about?” she asks, cupping his face in her hands as she examines him like she is trying to read his secrets from his expression alone.

“You should have named him Aegon not me.” It’s his brother who is the conqueror. Stopping at nothing to take what he wants – a dragon, an omega, a title, Helena, the children.

All Aegon was going to be was a footnote forgotten to history.

#Lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #HOTD #House of the Dragon #GOT omegaverse #GOT mpreg #Omegaverse #mpreg #Anon Question #Q and A with the Goddess #I accidently a ficlet

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 year

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"Hey, Zelda." Link gave the dragon a watery smile, sitting down and patting the fur next to him. "It's been a while, sorry. Penn needed my help with a story."

He blew a strand of hair away from his face, wrapping the wings of his glide suit around him as protection from the wind. "It's stupid that I'm doing this again, isn't it? I spent a year putting off fighting the Calamity, and now I'm just wasting time exploring the Depths and Hyrule again. I found Mineru three months ago, for Hylia's sake." He gave a weak laugh. "Although I don't think Josha would call it a waste. You'd like her."

"I know what you'd tell me– 'The Demon King dealt a great blow against you, Link.'" His voice shifted, mimicking her accent. "'Taking time to recover is not a waste, and if you throw yourself injured into a fight again I'll drag you back by the ear!'"

Zelda let out a low rumble.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you hate it when I do that." He sighed. "But I am nearly healed. Almost all of the gloom's effects are gone, my arm nearly always feels like it's mine." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, have I told you how the others are doing?

"Sidon and Yona are doing pretty well– the official wedding is coming up soon. Sidon's really growing into being king. Yunobo and the kids are doing good too, last I saw, but I haven't been over there in a while."

He rubbed the sages' rings with his thumb. "Tulin's been training pretty hard; I think Teba is getting worried. He reminds me a lot of Revali, actually, with that. I still don't remember much, but I do know that he was always training. Probably just to show me up, but still.

"Riju…" He picked at his nails. "I understand why she gave me access, but I miss being Link, Hylian vai, and not Link, hero of Hyrule and the princess's guard. I don't think most of them have connected the dots, but even if I do find my vai clothes again, it won't be the same. Now that they've seen me as a voe, they'd figure it out right away.

"Is it… weird, that I liked being a girl?" He closed his eyes, leaning back against Zelda's mane. "It was… nice. I don't know how to explain it, but… I wouldn't have minded living in Gerudo Town. Being 'little Hylian vai' for more than just a few trips.

"What do you think Riju would've said if I told her that? Would she have allowed it?" He laughed bitterly. "I'm only telling you this because you can't understand me. Pretty messed up, right?

"I asked Mineru about draconification, if she had found a way to reverse it after all these years. She just looked at me. Probably would've talked me out of coming up here, if she knew. Seems like that type of person."

He sighed. "No more royal line, huh? I think Hyrule will be okay, though. They survived for one hundred years with the Calamity still hanging around, I'm sure they can find a new leader, especially with the groundwork you laid."

He smoothed a hand over her fur. "The kids in Hateno miss you. I haven't told anyone what's happened to you yet. Impa and Cado know, but only because I started crying when I saw your final memory, and they got– worried."

He ran his hands through his hair, dislodging the mask, and sighed. "Do you want to know something weird? I think I saw you before. Flying over Hateno, when the Calamity was still around. I thought it was just Naydra, but… it makes more sense if it was you. It was practically destiny for me to fail you again, huh?"

"Fuck. Fuck." He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. "I miss you. I miss seeing you wake up in a bed next to me, I miss hearing you and Purah talk about where the shrines went. I miss seeing you smile, hearing you laugh at my stupid jokes, watching you spend hours focused on your research."

Tears dripped from his hands, falling onto Zelda’s head, and she let out a low, mournful cry. A dam broke, and Link shuddered, resting his head in his arms as the tears poured out.

"I can't do this." He gasped. "I can't pretend everything is normal, when you're gone but you're right here and– and–"

His fists slammed down, but stopped before they could touch her head, instead gently smoothing out along her fur. "I hate this. I hate my arm, I hate how Tulin was forced to grow up, I hate how much Hyrule has changed, I hate how you had to give your life just to fix the sword I broke."

His voice broke. "You're always cleaning up my messes. You held back the Calamity, and now you did this. I should just– just go and find him, before all of this is in vain. Ha, who cares if I'm not ready? As long as that bastard goes down with me, I don't care. We all know I should've just stayed dead."

Zelda growled, long and low.

He wiped his eyes. "Probably just tired of me being up here, aren't you. It's not very comfortable, is it? It's not because you can understand me, I know you can't. Mineru made it very clear that even a moment of lucidity would be impossible.

"But… I'm still coming up here. Still talking to you, like as soon as I beat him everything is going to go back to being normal and fine, even– even though it's not. Even though you'll still be up here, forever. Just a dragon. Never Zelda again."

More tears replaced the ones he had wiped away. "It should have been me, stuck like this. I've always just been a failure, and I saw how strong you were, how your abilities started to grow. If I had– if I had just died fighting against the Calamity like I was supposed to, maybe then you wouldn't even have gone down there and he wouldn't have woken up!"

He sniffled. "Goddesses, what am I supposed to tell people? 'Sorry, Zelda turned into a dragon thousands of years in the past, and no, sorry, only like ten people in the entirety of Hyrule can see her, and yeah, sorry, it's all my fault again.' That's going to go over well."

Zelda growled again, tossing her head.

"I'm sorry. I'll go now." He ran a hand over her mane, smoothing out a few windblown tangles. "...I'll visit you again before I go fight him. Say goodbye. I don't think I'll be coming back from that, and even if you can't understand me, you deserve to know."

He stood up, wiping his face one more time and securing the mask over his eyes, and leapt into the sky.

A low cry echoed from the sky above him, and Link's eyes burned.

#totk spoilers #totk #loz totk #totk zelda #totk link #loz #mb's writing

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clottedcreamtea · 1 year

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Chapter Six

SCHOOL IS HARD!!!! it is SO hard and so is getting over a breakup when my ex says he wants to try again so i just have to be patient omg its awful and so sad. here is chapter six. sorry I've been gone.

"Clotted Cream Cookie,” King Dark Cacao Cookie’s voice boomed through the fortress. “I despise you the most out of any Cookie I’ve ever met, and yet you dare visit my kingdom with no notice? What compels you to commit such an act?”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie cringed at the beginning of the exchange. Clotted Cream Cookie had not dealt with things as delicately as he’d liked to at the beginning of the Council with the Ancient Heroes, and Dark Cacao Cookie did not take well to the young Consul. A grudge had been held ever since.

“I understand I am not welcome, but my friend here, the official representative of the Crème Republic, is in dire need of assistance,” Clotted Cream Cookie got to the point as quickly as he could manage, ushering the shorter Cookie forward.

“Assistance, you say?” Dark Cacao Cookie’s demeanor shifted, likely because he had never met Royal Milk Tea Cookie before, and had no need to be hostile. It wasn’t a welcoming tone in the least, but it was far less aggressive.

“Yes, your highness. My mother, a Cookie of the Milk Tribe, made a wish with a dragon and has since broken her end of the deal.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie saw the king’s eyes widen as he spoke. “In response, the wish dragon has begun to terrorize kingdoms, striking the Republic first. If I fail to find Oat Milk Cookie before it reaches the Vanilla Kingdom, the dragon will crumble me, and may crumble others in its path.”

The many guards surrounding Dark Cacao Cookie’s throne all looked toward their king, hopeful he would have a solution.

“I haven’t heard that name in years,” The king simply said, eyes closed as he reminisced.

“What name, your majesty?”

“Oat Milk Cookie,” Dark Cacao Cookie clarified. “She was a Milk villager that had helped me when I was down on my luck so many years ago. She had a child… Milk Tea Cookie.” The king smiled sadly. Royal Milk Tea Cookie stiffened at the mention of his given name. “It’s been too long since we spoke. I understand she has fled her home, though I did not know it was in response to a wish she did not care to pay the terms.”

“Do you know where she’s run to?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie pressed, but the king shook his head.

“I am sorry, young Cookie, but your mother is nowhere near my nation, and I lack the time to search the land for you. My people need protecting if a dragon is to soon approach.”

Captain Caviar Cookie approached the young representative, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, kid. I’m sure the Hollyberry Kingdom will be housing her.” The assurance was appreciated, but Royal Milk Tea Cookie knew that there was no guarantee Oat Milk Cookie would be anywhere nearby. He nodded, though, and began to think about the next nation to search.

“Thank you, Dark Cacao Cookie,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie bowed his head, turning to leave the fortress. “We will be on our way toward the next nation.”

“No, please, Milk Tea Cookie,” Dark Cacao Cookie spoke, standing from his seat on the throne. “You are a child of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. How long will your journey last?”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie thought back to the beginning of the trip across the sea. “I think we have six days to make it to the Vanilla Kingdom, your majesty.”

“Well, before you continue your quest tomorrow, how about we welcome you home with a wondrous feast?” Dark Cacao Cookie boomed, joyful. Many of the guards seemed put off at this excitable demeanor.

“Oh!” Royal Milk Tea Cookie was flattered, glad that he had a positive reputation with at least one head of a nation. “Home? Well, of course! We would be glad to stay within the walls of the Dark Cacao Kingdom’s borders for the night.”

“Excellent!” Dark Cacao Cookie’s face was no longer tense and wary, but now beaming with hospitality. “Watchers, find rooms for our guests. A feast will commence at sundown!”

Several guards appeared from out of nowhere, each escorting a pair of Cookies further into the castle, toward what appeared to be dorms for the guards.

“Please,” the guard escorting both Royal Milk Tea Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie began. “Allow me to escort you to the nicest of our rooms, often saved for couples just-wed!”

“Oh, no, we’re not–”

“You need not hide your love for each other, young Cookies!” The watcher assured. “I am the kingdom’s Cupid Cookie! I can smell love from a mile away. Please, settle in while the cooks prepare supper.” The door shut behind her, and the pair of Cookies were left with a large, plush bed, golden lighting within the room, and a large window right behind the bed, showcasing the intense blizzard that had just begun.

“From a mile away, she said,” Clotted Cream Cookie laughed. “Do you believe that?”

“Absolutely not,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie unclasped his cape, revealing long white sleeves and fleece-lined tights beneath his heavy velvet dress. While the outfit looked ordinary, the representative had known to dress for the weather. “Maybe she can smell it from a couple of feet away, tops.”

Clotted Cream Cookie chuckled, settling onto the bed and motioning for Royal Milk Tea Cookie to do the same. Rolling his eyes, the shorter of the two joined his friend on the soft sheets, laying back and closing his eyes.

“Financier Cookie said that you two truly care for each other. Is she right?” Unable to see the change in Clotted Cream Cookie’s face, Royal Milk Tea Cookie simply shook his head, understanding the silence that followed as an answer. “I hope you make each other happy, then.”

“No, Royal Milk Tea Cookie, you don’t understand. Yes, I care for her, but I don’t care for her the same way I care for you,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie was pulled upward into a sitting position, hands clasped with Clotted Cream Cookie’s and their faces inches apart. “We were so close as children, and after our parents’ argument, I never forgot you or wished you weren’t in my life.

“Financier Cookie loves me, that I know,” Clotted Cream Cookie said sadly, “and I would be a terrible Cookie to throw her feelings away by simply declaring I did not love her. She is one of my closest friends, and I do care for her, but,” The Consul pressed a hand against the younger Cookie’s cheek, directing his face to look him right in the eyes. “I care about you, Royal Milk Tea Cookie. With all my dough.”

The shorter of the pair shook his head and pulled his hands away from the blond Consul. “No, Clotted Cream Cookie.”

“No?”

“No! You can’t wait an entire decade and then decide you prefer me over someone who hasn’t left your side since we were children. It isn’t fair.”

“Not fair?” Clotted Cream Cookie scoffed at the remark. “What’s not fair is that I was blackmailed into getting engaged to a girl I despised following me around everywhere!”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s face fell slightly. “Blackmailed? What are you talking about?”

The blond Cookie rolled his eyes, standing up in frustration. “Your parents, the ones we’re currently searching Earthbread for? Elder Mille-feuille Cookie knew that you were the child of legend. The lower city had heard about it the moment you were delivered to the Republic. It spread like wildfire, a lower Cookie becoming so fortuitous.”

“You knew about the legend? You knew I wasn’t Oyster Cookie’s son?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt his jam boil, standing up as well, though he was still nearly a head lower than Clotted Cream Cookie. “You knew and you just let everything play out?”

“I was a child when my father told me, Royal Milk Tea Cookie,” Clotted Cream Cookie sighed. “I didn’t want you or Oyster Cookie to have any harm come to you. My father said if I didn’t accept the proposal that he’d tell everyone. What else was I supposed to do other than just agree to the proposal?” Clotted Cream Cookie had tears forming in his eyes, tone growing emotional as he went on, voice breaking toward the end. “What else was I supposed to do?” He repeated. “I was a child.”

A pause took over the room. Reality sunk into Royal Milk Tea Cookie, and he understood the conflict. Clotted Cream Cookie’s engagement wasn’t out of love, but out of protection for his friend. Elder Custard Cookie had manipulated his son to no end, and now everyone was facing the emotional consequences.

“I’m sorry,” Was all the shorter Cookie could manage. “I didn’t know…”

“It’s alright.” Clotted Cream Cookie wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “No one knew. Once Elder Mille-feuille Cookie was banished, I had thought the engagement would come to an end. Mille-feuille Cookie had no power, so my father wouldn’t achieve a higher ranking position after the marriage.”

“But it wasn’t about power anymore, was it? You said Financier Cookie really cares about you, didn’t you?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie pieced together. “Elder Custard Cookie wasn’t telling you to do it anymore. You just would have felt guilty if you asked to end the relationship.”

Clotted Cream Cookie nodded. “Yes. And it is true…Financier Cookie truly cares about me. She always has, I suppose. I just was always after you.”

Before he could form another response, Royal Milk Tea Cookie was interrupted by one of the servants in the castle announcing the feast was ready.

“I supposed we should make our way to the dining hall, shouldn’t we?” Clotted Cream Cookie smiled, though Royal Milk Tea Cookie could tell it was full of bittersweet sadness. The engagement was one-sided, but there was no calling it off. Financier Cookie was kind and meant no harm. She truly cared about the Consul, and without a reciprocated want to end the engagement, houses Custard and Financier would soon be one, regardless of whether or not an increase in political power was on the table.

The pair exited the room, making their way down the long hallway until they came upon King Dark Cacao Cookie, who was waiting calmly for his guests.

“Milk Tea Cookie,” The king’s voice was deep and hoarse, but kind. “I would like to invite you to sit by me, toward the head of the table. I have quite a few things to discuss with you if that’s alright?”

Looking toward his companion, Royal Milk Tea Cookie received a nod from Clotted Cream Cookie. The pair separated, allowing Royal Milk Tea Cookie to sit beside King Dark Cacao Cookie, and Clotted Cream Cookie sat alongside his fiancee at the opposite end of the table.

#royal milk tea cookie #clotted cream cookie #dark cacao cookie #potr #fanfic #crk fanfic #crk oc #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #self insert #lgbt #financier cookie

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roseunspindle · 1 year

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inevitable harry potter ends up in Game of Thrones world au

*since whatever fandom I’m obsessing over at the moment I tend to want to give my blorbo cool dragons...

So, post second year, Harry’s defeated a basilisk, but is still abused by the Dursley’s and can do nothing, Aunt Marge happens, only Harry’s accidental magic goes haywire and he just wants to get away.

So he does. Very...very far away. (Let’s say Dumbledore and Voldemort and even echoes of Grindelwald has been messing with the natural order to much, so walls between worlds are thin.)

He finds himself in a grassland and falls in with a village whose tend fields and herd sheep, though he himself pretty quickly ends up as a sort of apprentice to the village healer and wise woman Mirri Maz Duur. She saw his “power” and has been teaching him what she knows of healing and Harry has been able to use some spells he knows to help out. Though only having gone through second year, it isn’t a lot, but even reparo is dead useful to his new people. (Also Harry thinks it’s really nice to live somewhere that people don’t hate him or expect him to kill dark lords)

He’s been there a few months when he’s shocked to see Padma Patil and another girl he learns is called Luna Lovegood, come wandering into the village, looking confused and lost.

Apparently there had been "dementors” on the train to Hogwarts (also the wizarding world think he’s been abducted and killed by Sirius Black) and the two girls had been terrified, lost in horrible memories and in an urge to get away, had found themselves here. Wherever here was.

They adapt as children do, Padma knows more spells than Harry, though she points out she’s a Ravenclaw and a pureblood, while Luna is happy to work with the sheep, though does has a propensity to wander off in search of probably imaginary animals.

It’s peaceful and and simple. Then the Dothraki come. Mirrir Maz Duur and others had warned the three kids of the dothraki and there cruelty but seeing it as the horde comes down upon them is another thing.

The three wixen band together, using what magic they know to try to stop the invaders.

At first they are only marginally effective, but Harry starts adapting a few things he’d learned from his teacher and a spell that can safely cut open a woman’s belly to aid in a difficult birth, can cut open a screaming dothraki’s belly just as well.

It seems to last for ever, Harry Padma and Luna turning and guarding each others backs, and moving steadily as they go, more like a being with three bodies that three individuals.

Then a huge man, who Harry’s cutting spell misses, but gets his horse, comes down on them and Harry loses his wand. Between one moment and the next though, a sword, a very familiar sword, is in his hand and a lucky swing is swiping through the man’s torso.

He collapses screaming, and Harry recognizes the basilisks venom from the way the wound curls at the edges and black streaks out.

Eventually it’s over and while Harry’s new people aren’t whole, but they aren’t all dead either.

He, Padma, and Luna exchange exhausted looks and Harry wonders when the horror of becoming killers will hit.

He goes with Mirri to the non-combatant dothraki, the very small children ad the women, who seem terrified. He would pity them but Harry won’t mourn their dead over the survival of his village. The slaves look like they want to be hopeful, but have forgotten how.

A small woman, heavily pregnant with silvery hair attacks them from no where, screaming in rage and Mirri trips her, making her hit her stomach on the ground.

It’s awful and brings on the woman's (girl really) labor. Mirri and Harry deliver the baby as it has done no harm yet, and the girl dies as she whispers the child’s name. Rhaego. The baby is much to small though and he lives only a few more breaths than his mother.

It’s a shitty end to a horrible day and Harry curls up in Mirrir’s hut with Luna and Padma, all three still shell shocked.

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It’s Luna who finds them, among the silver woman’s things. Three scaly eggs, though Mirri says they are “dead”. Luna’s morose over this, until she starts talking about “fires of life”.

Mirri seems to understand Luna’s oddity’s, though Harry is picking up on them too. So when they build piers to burn there dead and the dothraki dead, they make three and Harry, Padma, ad Luna each place an egg an egg on them.

The fires burn throughout the night and come dawn, a small dragon crawls from each pile of ash towards one of the three wixen children.

The black one for Harry, the green to Padma, and the white to Luna.

#Harry Potter #Game of Thrones #crossover thing

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highlordnox · 2 years

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Magic Sparks: Pink Diamond

Orpheus never thought he could ever get this nervous, well thats a lie he always thought he would be a wreck if it ever came to this but still to actually have this event come to pass in its own right would have shocked his past self terribly. You see Orpheus has been fortunate enough to call a very attractive Pink Tie fling a friend and now a Partner who he was courting, recently they have labeled this officially as Boyfriend and Girlfriend Respectably a fact that still causes a small blush to grace his face to his embarrassment. Of course his family would notice this development and if they mentioned it was because of a dumb grin on his face as he quite literally floated about he would fiercely deny such heinous accusations, Clearly they found out through his mothers excellent investigation skills. But still them finding out about this recent development of his personal relationships have caused them to ask or rather demand in the case of his older sister to meet the one who he fell for, apparently it was assumed that he had no real type and was simply to into his study to appreciate any form. The thought of his family meeting his amazingly cool partner should fill him with happiness however he still remembers his brothers reaction to his tie fling and dragon kin friend form what seemed like ages ago, and of Sephtis's initial reaction to himself that being of a rich kid with a imagined stick up his behind. Orpheus hopes that his brother could be cordial to his Girlfriend, but he knows that dramatic bastard will somehow turn this into all about himself, but his main concern is how Sephtis will react to a proper meeting to his family, his mother they met briefly hell he still remembers the embarrassed anger at her referring to his mother as hot way back then. His sister however never met her, and he is hesitant to have them meet for a good reason, the amount of teasing the two of them could do to him between themselves could possibly destroy him. Unfortunately he doesn't have a choice as Sephtis has already teased him about being embarrassed of her to which he was sure to assure her that he wasn't, and he refuses to make her think that ever, so he must bear the inevitable teasing that will happen. Orpheus's thoughts were broken by a small laugh from said person, the smirk she directed at him due to the look on his face as they flew to his families estate somehow made her even more attractive her hair ruffling behind her horns from the wind as they gently touch down "You always look so stupid when you overthink things you know that" she teased, causing his own chuckle she always did have a way to get him out of his own head be it through insults or teasing him. "This is a big step you know" Orpheus stated once he got himself under control while casting prestidigitation to make himself look presentable "Last time they saw you was the night before i left for a long time on that trip with you guys, so i have no idea how they will feel to know the one ive been so enthralled with is you" he was interrupted by her hand grasping his her fingers laced with his own her skin on his gloved hand, yet he can still feel the warmth raid eating from it "We will deal with it together ok, also You're enthralled in me huh ?" she replied at first softly and ending in a teasing note before she rolled her eyes and pulled him forward towards the guards who watched their young master blush. As the doors opened, and they were announced he felt her squeeze his hand and as he looked up to see his family looking down on them from the top of the staircase he knew that with her by his side he could fight the gods themselves, his family would be nothing in response, so he squeezed back and approached them hand in hand with his beloved more confident then they have ever seen him before.

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happywitch416 · 2 years

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Chapter 6: Throwing Stones

They stared out from the little stand of trees, watching the chaos unfold before them. They only needed a few things. A simple in and out trip, the Woods would barely notice them being gone.

"You know." Rhena informed him. "I watched a play like this once."

"I did too."

She flashed him a grin, sobering when another scream rent the air. "We should probably do something."

The village's guards opened fire on the great winged beast that plummeted towards them, villagers scattering like leaves. The beast was too small it seemed to breath much fire, saving its energy for clawing and snapping. Her shoulders fell at the same moment Muriel groaned out. "Damn it."

She grimaced watching the child stand in the middle of lane hurling stones at the dragon. "Where are their parents?" Muriel gave her an arched look that made her huff before she hopped the fence and then shook her bow at him. "You better be ready for this; I am bad at it."

"What are you doing?" He cleared the fence after her, one eye on the dragon working through the guards.

She grinned at him. "Embracing my inner damsel." She took off before he could argue that was not a plan.

Muriel crept closer, waiting as Rhena hit the center of the road, pulled back the bow and fired. The arrow exploded into a twisting vine wrapping around her target's giant clawed foot. Its head snapped around to find her and with a wild laugh Rhena fired again. "Pick on someone your own size!"

The dragon tossed the guard in its talons and launched itself at her, not noticing the arrows bouncing off its scales. Muriel broke cover as it opened its giant maw to let out fire, barely catching the yelled curses from Rhena’s direction and trusted her to throw up a wall. The dragon smashed through it with ease, but she was already off the road, ducked behind a particularly large bush that had seen better days. It landed, head swiveling as it searched for her, village forgotten.

Until the kid yelled again, hurling another stone, the dragon’s head snapping back towards them with a hiss. "Rhena!"

"Got it!"

The dragon found her with a roar as soon as she yelled. Rhena ripped her hand skyward, a thorny vine erupting from the ground to pin its wing. She barely dodged the blaze of fire, and it didn't sense Muriel until it was too late.

Rhena grabbed the kid, kicking in the door of the closest low stone shed and shoving them in as she settled before the door, bow tossed aside as she pulled more vines from the ground; ensnaring the beast as quickly as it escaped, giving Muriel the openings he needed.

They were both soaked in sweat when it laid dead at his feet, and he wearily made his way to her.

"My baby!" A woman cried, stumbling as she ran to them. She knelt before the child checking them over and pressed kisses to their forehead and cheeks. "What were you doing?"

"Helping Papa." They answered stubbornly.

The woman sighed. "We are talking about this when we get home." She straightened staring at the awkwardly fidgeting couple who looked ready to bolt. "I can never thank you enough."

Muriel rubbed the back of his head as Rhena gave a halfhearted shrug. "We just happened to be passing by."

"Thank the realms you were." Several guards groaned to their feet with colorful curses. "Where are you from?"

Rhena and Muriel shared a glance before he answered. "The forest."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Its haunted!" A bemused smile then lit the strange woman’s face as the villager shook her head. "What's a few ghosts to a dragon?" She studied them intently before deciding. "Come on, we pay for good deeds here. And you look like you could use it."

"We don't." Rhena nudged him with a meaningful tilt of her head, and he sighed.

They followed her, her hand tight around the child's and she continued to tell them of the events. "That beast has been tearing up our fields and stealing our livestock for weeks. We've been collecting coin, hopping to hire someone." She shot them a grin over her shoulder. "It's not much but we do have some early corn and just butchered some pigs with some to spare." She paused at the door to the largest building and eyed them critically. "We might have some clothes that fit you."

Rhena’s bemusement broadened into a grin. "Are you saying we look like we crawled out of the woods?"

"I think they just wanted to get rid of stuff." Muriel pulled aside the vines that draped across the entrance of the hot spring cave.

"Yeah, but that bread tasted like happiness." She scrunched her nose. "Besides if you think I’m going to say no to free metal, you have too many leaves in that handsome head of yours."

He rolled his eyes before kissing her forehead, his clothes dropping to the warm floor as quickly as hers. "Any plans for it?"

She made a face. "More arrows." She waved her hand with a sigh before tying her hair up on top of her head. "We could use a new knife too."

"Nails." They needed to repair part of the roof after the last storm. And they needed to make a dry place to store wood. And so, the list continued in his mind of all the things they needed to do and make, especially before winter set in.

"My heart." Rhena groaned as she slipped into the water, every bruise and ache getting worse for a moment. "Let's not make that a habit."

"We don't go to town that often."

“I’m really not going to go often now.” Their laughter rang through the cave, dancing through the light and steam.

Lost in the Wood

Rhena’s Master List

The Witch Writes

#the witch writes #the arcana muriel #muriel x apprentice #apprentice rhena #the arcana #completed fic #ao3 link in the replies <3 #otp: heart of the wood

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scrivenger-grimgar · 3 years

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hey Mik! ( @give-grian-rights ) , heres a twist for your Blood God Grian AU:

Grian makes trips to the nether every 20-50-ish years; its his job to fix up nether fortresses and bastions, giving the blazes something to guard, keeping the skeletons’ old homes tidy and stable for them in their afterlife, and repairing damage to the piglins’ temples sustained after battles with ghasts. its his job as the current Nether Watcher, like its Philza’s job to keep the jungle temples traps operational, and Taurtis’ job to maintain the valuables in End Cities.

one day, during one of his sporadic visits to the Nether, maybe 470-ish years after Evo, he is amused to find a single strange tiny piglin child following him around. its adorable, the kid looks like he’s barely six years old, and he’s clumsily hobbling after Grian with scuffed iron boots clinking together and a golden helm falling over his eyes, several sizes too large. the kid has a golden sword, badly worn but still plenty deadly, hanging loosely in his grip as he tries to stealthily maneuver behind him.

it goes from cute to worrying when Grian leaves the area after fixing up the bastion, heading towards the next, with the kid still following him.

where is this child’s pack? Grian thinks, as the child follows him, step for step. he ignores it for now, starting his work, still feeling vaguely bemused that the piglins would carve a stylized portrait of his face onto the blackstone for him to find when he returned.

after two more bastions and much more walking, the child eventually does something other than tail him, though not what Grian expected; instead of returning from the direction he’d came, the kid ran at him surprisingly fast and swung his blade at him. Grian didn’t bother to dodge, swiftly turning and blocking the blade with one netherite clad arm. the blow is unexpectedly powerful but ultimately pointless, glancing off the black metal easily.

Grian smiles at the kid, voicing a soft, “not quite,” as the piglin child looks up at him with shock. and now that Grian’s looking right at the kid, he can tell that somethings not quite right; his skin is a bit too pale, hands a bit too dexterous, ears a bit too low, and eyes a bit too black.

this isn’t a normal piglin child, Grian realizes as he stares at the soft pink hair falling in tangles from underneath the helm, this is a player.

he hears a cry, a ghast, and doesn’t even try to look up before wrapping his grey webbed wings tightly around the child. the fire charge burns him, scorching the webbing a mottled speckled black, but it would’ve killed the kid, and he regrets nothing.

sweeping the kid behind him, he raises his [Dragon Bown], knocks an arrow, and sends it straight into the ghast’s eye. it squeals, crying and quivering, and Grian takes the time to grab the child and run.

thus is the story of how Grian accidentally adopts child!Technoblade. Phil wont stop laughing at how he just snatched a fucking child, and Taurtis is too busy giving said child End City leved armor because “he’s obviously a little killer in the making, mr. blood god” Domrao has to be called out of Watcher Retirement because Grian can only work part-time now that he’s raising a child, but eventually Grian gets to laugh at Philza when he gets a short note that only says: “cant work; busy with new kids -PM”

Taurtis, Grian, and Philza each have different kinds of wings!

Taurtis has white bee-like wings, good for hovering and maneuvering in the small halls and corridors of the End Cities. Can’t go very far all at once, but very fast!

Grian has speckled grey dragon wings, long hooked talons on all five digits so that he can easily cling to the walls of the nether. A perfect balance of agility and distance.

Philza has big black vulture wings, perfect for soaring long distances while using minimal energy. He has a hard time in tight spaces.

#blood god grian #watcher grian #grian #watcher taurtis #taurtis #watcher philza #philza #technoblade #short story #grim is thinking

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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can i request malleus and reader’s future child time travelling to meet their parents when they still go to nrc pls 🙏 i just really think this is cute eeeEE

Heehee~ This prompt is always a fun one to see in fandoms

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A bright light, the sensation of falling, a scream being torn from their throat, and finally, landing.

"U-U… U'cl Lilia..? P-Papa..?" They sniffled, hugging their trusty dragon plush close. "I-I don kno…" Tears stung their big round eyes.

The small one took some shaky breaths, wiping away the tears with their sleeves. This was somewhere unknown, somewhere outside of Valley of Thorns, so they should not let their guard down to cry.

Little feet began to walk, mesmerized by the seven looming figures surrounding them. "Ah! Gweat Wi'ch!" Their pace quickened once the horned figure crossed their line of sight.

Innocent to the onlookers' eyes, the toddler babbled words and letters engraved on the statue's pedestal.

"What is a child doing here?" Ace asked.

"Since when do kids visit this school? Aren't they too young to be on a school trip?" Jack threw the tiny figure a sideways glance.

Deuce was somewhat unsettled, "Are they lost? Didn't they wipe away tears?"

Ace snickered, "Say, Deuce, don't ya wanna be a policeman? They help lost kids~... Why don't you practice for the future?"

The blue haired glared at his friend, but before a retort could be said, Jack parted from the group.

"O-Oi, what do you think you're doing?!" Ace exclaimed in surprise.

However, their whole motions were stopped when a certain pistachio haired boy entered the scene.

"Just what do you think you're doing, child?! Show more respect to the great Witch of Thorns!" Sebek speedwalk directly to where the (now scared) kid stood.

"What are you doing touching her statue with dirty hands?! And reading her accomplishments in disarray?! Were you not taught proper manners, to respect the Great Seven?!" As Zigvolt droned on with his scolding, the child's eyes filled with tears once more.

"U'cl Sebe doodoo head!" They wailed, letting their tears roll.

"What was that?!?!" The irritated first year yelled.

Jack resumed his stride, but stopped a few steps away due to the high pitched cries bothering his sensitive ears. Ace, Deuce and Epel stood in shock at the scene. "U’cl? ...Uncle?"

Running steps interrupted the scene “Sebek, what is wrong with you? Screaming at a small child?!” [Name] rushed in, standing between the kid and Zigvolt.

“M-Mo…! Mo!!” The young one immediately hugged the legs of who was standing in front of them.

“But I simply-!” “Oh, hush now! Stop yelling, lest you wanna upset the kid more.” They quickly interrupted whatever the exalted first year wanted to say.

The [hair color] bent down to lift the toddler, “Uh… Hello there, little one! Are you lost? Did you come here with someone?” They spoke gently after helping wipe the tears away.

“N-No… no lost, Moddy wid me naw. U’cl Lilia…” At the mention of Diasomnia’s vice leader, everyone had wide eyes.

“Lilia? You came with...for Lilia?” They tried to coax more information out, but the little one only leaned onto their shoulder and wrapped the unoccupied arm around the student’s neck.

As if on cue (and spooking all grown ups in the process), Vanrouge appeared. “Mentioned my name?”

Immediately, the infant turned to look at the bat. “U’cl Lilia! Upu upu!” They made grabby hands and, of course, Lilia complied.

“What an adorable whippersnapper! You have such wonderful green eyes! That look awfully familiar…” The fae stopped his tickling to recall where he had seen those bright eyes. A sudden flash of baby Malleus with big tears in his eyes crossed the old bat’s mind.

“Master Lilia, what matters do you have with a child?” Sebek questioned.

“Ah, huh… I’m about to find out.” He answered, turning to walk away, but was stopped by displeased groans. “Mo! M-Moddy!” A sob accompanied the kid’s cries, arms outstretched towards [Name].

Tiny hand wrapped around bigger fingers as the one they called out came closer. Lilia understood, “[Name], can you be a dear and follow me? Seems like our visitor here doesn’t want to let you go.”

They snapped out of it, “O-Oh! Certainly.” There was something about holding that small hand that brought forth warmth in their heart.

Before they tailed the 3rd year, they stopped and whispered to Jack, “Inform the Headmaster. Whoever this child is needs to go back home securely and quickly.” The 1st year nodded.

As they made their way towards wherever Lilia led them, child and [1st/2nd/3rd] year student bonded. Playing hide and seek, singing lullabies, asking questions about the kid’s trusty dragon companion, anything to make sure they were distracted and wouldn’t get scared by anyone or anything around them (especially once arriving at the dark Diasomia dorm).

“Old Man… [Name]-san, and a child..?” Silver greeted the group, perplexed at the scene.

The fae smiled as if there was nothing unusual, "Evening, Silver hair! Do you happen to know where Malleus is?"

"Uh-..huh… I believe he’s in his room." He decided not to ask questions, although his face told of his clear confusion.

"Wonderful! Let us go to our destination, then. [Name], do come with."

"As you say. Keep leading the way, please."

“Shi’va, ba-by~!” Tiny hands waved at the boy who slowly returned the gesture. “What is going on? They knew..my name?”

Once standing in front of Malleus' chamber, Vanrouge knocked on the door. A click of the door unlocking and opening was the only answer. This gesture made the toddler perk up.

"Malleus! How many more times have I need to tell you to signal the visitor they have permission to enter? Don't just open the door with magic." Lilia let himself in, "Apologies for his manners, [Name]. This is the one antic I couldn't drive out of him."

Draconia rolled his eyes as he continued tending to his virtual pet.

"Papa!" Again, small arms stretched towards the figure before him.

The dragon prince became curious at the youthful voice and looked towards the door. He was met with the sight of Lilia carrying a child while [Name] stood beside them.

"Tell me you didn't steal this one, Lilia. I don't want history to repeat itself--"

"Silence, you… No, this one was wandering NRC until Sebek and his friends found them." Pout turned into a smile as the bat took Gao Gao-kun from Malleus' hands and replaced it with the child, "Now I think I've deciphered what happened."

"Papa, papa! Gao!" The little one said, placing their toy on Malleus' face.

He only duck away from the plush, "Papa? No child, I believe you're mistaken."

"Oh no, they're absolutely not mistaken~!" Lilia giggled, "It appears our visitor here is accidentally a time traveler. Probably got in the way of a spell and ended up here."

"Time traveler?" The other two occupants of the room said, startled in their own levels.

"Indeed. Want to know the interesting part of this?" The younger students looked at each other in slight confusion, nodding at last.

"This child… has vibrant green eyes, a head of [texture] [color] hair, and if you touch their crown, you can distinctly feel two little hard bumps…" While the bat described the little one's appearance, [Name] moved to stand close to Malleus and the kid.

"In case that rings no bells," Vanrouge continued, "I shall uncover the truth… Dear [Name], Malleus… I believe with all my mythical intuition that this is a whippersnapper of your own."

“Of our own…?” Draconia echoed.

“Our kid?” [Eye color] looked into two pairs of lime green.

“Papa, moddy! Gao!” As if sensing the mood, giggles escaped their mouth after their parents reunited.

Sparks and butterflies ignited two hearts after hearing their beloved (future) child giggle so merrily.

“I-! I- ugh… ahaha~ Well, would you look at that?” A blush erupted on the [1st/2nd/3rd] year’s face, “Ahem… looks like we’re more than highschool sweethearts, huh?”

The crown prince could only bring his child closer, embracing him tenderly in his warmth. “If… Only if you allow us to be more than that. The future can always be changed.” Malleus looked at them, both of them, with fondness.

“How do you expect me to change opinions when you’re both so darn cute, ya big lizard?!” [Name] internally squealed and aww’d at their future family. Emotions so colorful, they went over and joined the hug.

Lilia smiled brightly at the small family, “My Queen, My King… I know both of you surely are proud of your son, wherever you may be now.” A melancholic sigh left him, “I shall take my leave. Time travel issues can be resolved later, let them bask in happiness.”

[END♡]

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OMG HOPE THIS WASN’T SUPER CONFUSING TO KNOW WHEN I REFERRED TO READER AND TO THE KID AAAAA Sorry if many “the child/kid/[X] year student” were used! Was the only way I could think of working around this

Thank you for the request! We all know Silver, Sebek and Lilia will definitely be part Malleus’ kids’ family, so of course the baby here knows their name :b

(lol sorry for the terrible baby talk too, idk with what sounds do kids struggle with the most when learning to talk) (ALSO!!! supposedly “moddy” is a gender neutral term for parents, a mix of “mommy” & “daddy”)

#march 2021 special #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #zack writes #soul cuddle #request pavilion

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 2 years

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... & Dystopia (Shattering the Time, Part 5.)

“Oh, the misery... Everybody wants to be my enemy.” - Imagine Dragons, Enemy

Descripiton: A long time ago, there was a peaceful state ruling over the Lanes of Zaun. Yet one day, the protector was murdered by his rival and Lanes had gone to shit ever since, leading to the establishment of an independent Firelight base just out of Zaun. But this peace was to come to end soon with old friends coming back, rising from the dead, and getting killed.

Part summary: Vi and her friend, Caitlyn, explain themselves and their reasoning behind coming to the Lanes - yet when the women find out about the gemstone in Ekko’s possession, they insist on returning it. And Ekko sees it as a wonderful opportunity for you to negotiate with Piltover’s council.

A/N: For most part, I love to devide my chapters into two parts that are set as a scene (for example: Y/N’s nighmare x training with Ekko; two scenes, two things happening, keeping it simple but detailed), but this part might be confusing and jumping from place to place since there was a lot to cover before jumping to the actual story I planned for this series. I hope you’ll still enjoy reading it.

Also: I gave it a lot of thought and I don’t think that Jinx or Powder would be able to do this - but the voices inside of them are cleaerly capable of it. We saw Jinx blowing up innoncent people whilst not giving a single fuck, so I really do think she’d carry this shit out.

Warnings: Gore, violence, guns, explosives and death... And also the lenght of this chapter - there was a lot I wanted to say haha.

Tagging: @sweetcreamlatte

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Masterlist: H E R E

Vi’s wide-open eyes were glued to your face are her lips kept on opening and closing. She knew who you were - of course, she fucking knew. Not in a million years would she be able to forget. It was probably stupid not to expect an adult to appear instead of that small, cute, and scared duckling she held dearly in her memories... But the number of changes you’ve been both through caught her off guard. Both you and Ekko weren’t kids anymore. You've been full-on adults now. And my oh my, you looked amazing. Sure, you were tired, in a bad mood, and partially still pissed off, but to Vi, you were beautiful. And Ekko’s expression said more than any amount of words could ever say. The deeply rooted emotion, the adoration, and amazement, he had it all in his eyes. - “Oh... My... God.” - She mumbled as she picked herself back on her feet, smiling at you. Her heart was racing as she approached you, hugging you before you could do or say anything.

You remembered Vi being respectfully strong with broad shoulders and an impressive frame, but she must’ve been at least twice as big and three times as strong than before since you disappeared inside of that tight, warm hug. It took you a moment to even accept the touch, and it took you even longer to give into it. You had to suppress all of the words and memories you wanted to throw into Vi’s face, you had to really calm yourself down to be sure that you won’t start freaking out, yelling, or worse - burning up. Ekko could see your palms shake just moments before you squeezed them into tight fists, keeping your calm self behind the steering wheel.

And to his relief, after a few seconds of trying to keep it in, you hugged Vi back; it wasn’t a normal hug, however. It was a passionate one. You gripped her shoulders so hard that it almost made her trip over and with even more strength, you pushed your face into her shoulder as you started to sob. Was it all of the anger leaving your body? Was it happiness? Was it relief? You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that the tears were hot and that there were a lot of them. You were a sobbing mess not even two minutes into the hug.

“Look at you…” - Vi whispered as she pushed you off herself just to palm your jaws, looking into your eyes and scanning every single detail of your face. While she gripped the memory of a little and adoring girl inside her head, now a beautiful adult woman was standing right in front of her. And it was obvious you and Ekko were inseparable based on the tone of the gaze he gave you… On a simple look alone. - “I’ve heard you’ve made all of this possible, this dumbass had told me… I’m sure it’s your smarts running this place, not his impulsiveness, isn’t that right?” - Her fingers were now smoothing your hair and cheeks as she still tried to understand that this woman is the small girl who used to accompany her everywhere. It was an obvious joke that could be answered in many ways and neither of them knew what you were about to say. It could be literally anything. You could blow up any second, you could throw an absolute tantrum full of yelling and tears, you could start wrestling her out of nowhere (even though there was not a single doubt in Ekko's mind that Vi would absolutely kick your eyes and yet...

"Do you seriously think he'd be able to run this place without me?" - At that, you chuckled and put both your palms on your hips. - "It's strange seeing you around here. We... We thought..." - Your breath hitched for a moment as your brain tried to catch up to what was happening. "I understand what you thought. And I want you to know that... There wasn't a single day where you wouldn't cross my mind. I was locked for such a long fucking time and now that I'm here with you, it almost feels unreal. You've been what has kept me going there. No matter if we're talking about Ekko, you, or Powder... Or Vander, or Benzo... What's going on?" - Vi stopped herself as soon as she registered the shift in your expression. Her palm resting on your shoulder tensed up a bit as your expression got more and more hateful. - "Did I say something wrong, duckling?"

Ekko, without asking a single question, knew what was on your mind. Vi was out of the picture for far too long - she was out of it, no matter where she spent all these years. But hearing the name, Powder, being said out loud after years of forgetting that girl had ever existed, was something to make you volatile. Of course, she was on your mind from time to time, especially when you reminisced about your childhood in the Lanes - the few years of happiness you've been given. You remembered... Everything. The way she spoke, the way she danced and tried to replicate Vi's moves, the way she laughed and told you jokes. Powder was one of your best friends; the other one being Ekko. You've all been around the same age, you grew up together. You knew everything there was to be known about that blue-haired girl. And before the riot, you loved her above everything else.

For a long time, you thought that Powder actually might not be that bad. Sure, she joined Silco, but you were just children scared to bits. Spending her time with Silco and his people (who actually used to be Vander's people and thus a part of the enormous family formed in the Lanes) didn't make her necessarily bad from the get-go. That was until that one cold night. You remembered how the night started; you and Ekko had a couple of beers and you two still being kind of irresponsible at times, he managed to talk you down to a walk around the Lanes - mostly the rooftops. And it was beautiful. It was the calmest you've ever been. You spent a long time jumping around, having so much fun that you were sure you'll burst if you keep on laughing. The boy was also only your best friend at the time, there was no sign of romance or lust just yet. And that was when you met her. Just her, on a lonely rooftop; nothing more than a skinny, scared girl with enormous blue eyes and long, braided blue hair. She didn't even notice her at first and the two of you, being too shy to approach her, just sneaked behind one of the chimneys and watched your former best friend sitting on the edge, swinging her feet around. Her eyes were piercing the paper she was drawing on, she had a gun in the other hand and she was... Fucking talking to it.

I had a crush... Until she started talking to the gun. This line had a much deeper meaning than anyone could imagine. Ekko was tugging on your pants as soon as you heard the frantic mumbling, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. The girl was sitting there peacefully and for a moment, you got blinded by the vision of Powder inside your head. Yet as soon as you stepped out of the shadows, barely containing your happiness as you called her name out loud, you knew that this person was in no way, shape, or form your former best friend. Jumping back into the moment, Vi was still holding your shoulder in her palm and watching you with worries, you shook your head as you laughed. And at that moment, the hair on her neck stoop up - you made a few steps back, shaking your head as you laughed without any emotion whatsoever.

"What is going on?" - Vi demanded an answer once more, but Ekko jumped in, shaking his head. Powder's laugher; so high it was hurting your ears. The girl screamed something as Ekko caught the hem of your shirt, making you run away from her. First gunshot. Edge of the roof. Cold air pinched your skin as you fell down. Without a warning, you pushed your finger straight to Vi's face, your nostrils widening as you took in a long breath - and she was not stupid. Knowing this alone made multiple people turn their heads your way, getting themselves ready for dragging her back into one of the cells; which would happen in case she'd made a single wrong move. Without hesitation, Vi raised both her palms as she made a step back. "Don't you fucking say that name here or in my presence ever again, did I make myself clear?" "But... Y/N..." - Vi breathed out, watching you over Ekko's shoulder. "That girl... Powder... She doesn't fucking exist anymore. I'm starting to doubt she ever existed, she might as well be a damn hallucination. She is now Jinx, do you hear me? Jinx." - As Vi watched your lips trembling, she kind of understood you. But hers and Jinx's situation was different. Vi was her older sister and she surely had the power to bring Powder back among the living. - "Don't hurt me by making me think about who she was and start taking into account all the things she is right now. Cause thinking about the past that sure as fuck won't help me when Jinx decides she wants to paint the walls with my brain."

You could say, with certainty, that Vi wanted to say something. She took in a deep breath, but Ekko put his palm in the middle of her chest, shaking his head. - "Just don't. Back up for a bit and let me handle this, aight?" "Ekko, I just..." - "Vi!" - The man shouted at the top of his lungs, seeing your eyes already getting green. As soon as Vi noticed, she backed off - she had no clue as to what was happening to you, but the twitching in your face told her more than she needed to know. In the next moment, the boy was holding your face in his palms, watching you. - "You can't blow up right now, girl. Come on. Take a deep breath, nice and easy. Do it for me. Come on now." It took him about five minutes to calm you back down. The entire time, he was holding onto your face and whispering frantically to you, trying to make you breathe, relax, laugh, or whatever before your body decides to go into full TNT mode. And he had succeeded as by the end of it, you were giggling unhappily, catching his palms in yours, leaning your temple into his shoulder.

First off, the connection Vi established between you and him must've reached even further than she could imagine. He had absolute trust in you - just as you seem to feel the same way about him. Ekko's voice and words alone were something that managed to keep you from anything that was about to go down. And secondly, Powder was a forbidden topic for you. Smiling, she approached you once more. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, duckling." - She whispered, giving you one of those comforting smiles where she raised only one of the corners. - "How about you tell me more about this place while we gonna pick dumbass number two from the dungeon treatment?" - Vi joked, nudging your side with her elbow. She noticed another short gaze you gave to Ekko - by a nod, he said it's okay to let Caitlyn out.

"We found this place one day, after barely getting by for a year." - You started, looking around, watching the children run around and squealing happily. Scar was overlooking a group of small school kids that were on their lunch break - while simultaneously keeping his eye on Vi. - "It was a fucking miracle. We were starving, freezing and we hid in the sewers from Silco's people. We were just... Teenagers who tried to keep their people safe. And then we bumped into here, all of a sudden - it was nothing more than a wrong way. But as soon as we saw it..." - "We knew this was the place. We knew we were home. If a single seed could make it our here, so could we." - The young man finished silently with a smile on his face. You both watched the young woman being absolutely mesmerized by everything going on. The real trees growing out of the ground, the children running around with laughter, the adults just talking and laughing... The place was spacey, full of life and love, full of warmth that couldn't be explained by words. She watched as some of the kids used old models of Ekko's board, making tricks and laughing as they landed on the ground face first, the firelights flying by. Ekko was talking about Silco, shimmer, and what it did to Lanes just as a small girl cried out to all three of you.

You knew who she was, because of course you did, and you watched Wanda running to you with three flower crowns in her small palm. As Vi watched you smile, kneel and pick the toddler to your arms as you nuzzled the tip of your nose against her cheek. there was nothing more to be said. These people were your family; a tight community of people who's risk life for one another. Kids adored both of you (noticeably the small girl or the boys gliding on the board), adults respected you. You were both natural leaders in your regard. And for a moment, Vi was jealous of what you managed to accomplish out of nothing. "I should've been here." - The woman said quietly to Ekko, watching you and the girl whispering something. You already had one of the crowns on the head, the girl calling you a princess. - "For you. For everyone." "That's one way to drive yourself crazy. If I just went with you that day, maybe none of this would've happened."

For a moment, you let them talk a bit more as you pointed at various things, making Wanda name each one of them. The girl was smart. As the conversation between Vi and Ekko got louder, while Wanda's mom was approaching you since she noticed the girl bothering you, as she would say, you stuck your head between them with a wicked smile. "God, Wanda, look at these two grumpies..." - You mumbled, making the girl giggle. Ekko scoffed while rolling his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. - "Do you think they'd look funnier with the crowns on? Huh?" "I do, auntie Y/N." - The girl whispered back with a devilish spark in her eyes. "Give one to auntie Vi for me, here you go..." - With that, you let the girl lean forward, putting the crown on top of Vi's head. The woman looked at Ekko cluelessly, but to your surprise, she literally bowed in front of the girl. - "And now give one to uncle Ekko... Oh wow, look at them. Now they look so much happier. Good job." "Did you hear anything from what we've been talking about?" - Ekko scoffed as Maya, the mother of a said little girl finally made it to you. She was catching her breath, so you held onto the small girl for a bit longer, cradling her in your arms.

"Nah, we've been too busy talking colors and animals, ain't that right?" - The small devil in your arms nodded happily. - "So I heard exactly nothing. Zero. Nada. Nah-ah." "I'm so sorry for Wanda running off like that, she was just so excited to see you two. I apologize... She must've interrupted something important." - "Come on, not at all. I'm always stoked to see my little princess. I think she actually brought a lot of smiling that we really needed." - With that, you gave the girl back to her mother and waved at her as they both left you standing there. - "We have one more thing to show you." - Ekko said with seriousness. - "Oh." - Was all you answered. At that moment, something connected inside Vi's head, and the thought overwhelmed her for a second. All the words that had been said, all your actions, emotions, and interactions spelled out one thing to her. It wasn't the past or the future driving you forward - it was the present making each of you doing the decisions deemed necessary. She was about to see how much you learned from your past, how you refused to forget, but that wasn't your main point. The secret was the present and your celebration of it.

As soon as she saw the thing Ekko deemed as super-important to show her, it all clicked together perfectly. It was an intimate place that you called The Wall of remembrance... That was getting a few new faces on just as she saw it for the first time. As Ekko talked to Vi, explaining to her something, you stepped a bit closer. First, you smiled at Chloe, the girl painting another portrait in there. With another smile, you let the tips of your fingers wander on handprints, watching all of them looking back at you. The price of your freedom... All those you've lost to get where you were at that moment. Lowering your head, you mumbled yet another thanks and prayer for all those who weren't able to make it. "If you're both done, let's get the friend of yours out of shackles." - The shift in your emotion was undeniable. You were much calmer and happier than when Vi pulled out the Powder bomb. And both her and Ekko were intending on keeping you that way. - "And let's get you some food... And a shower. You fucking stink, Vi." - And with that, she started to laugh loudly.

The warmth with which you took them both in was... Neither of the ladies expected such open arms. As soon as the local youngest noticed them, all of them huddled around the ladies trying to eat their lunch. The Enforcer lady was unsure as to what she is supposed to do - yet as soon as she saw Vi moving in the flow of the kids, she started to nod her head and smile. Caitlyn actually never saw something as amazing as this. Your people were honest, they were loyal and all of them made sure that they'll be happy about every small detail. This was surviving, you managed to build a colony with a beating heart. While in Piltover people might've been seeming happy but crooked and in Zaun, they were honest yet living poorly, you got the best of both worlds. How did you manage to do that? Neither of them had no idea. But it sure was wonderful. On the other hand... You had other business at hand.

Just like with Vi, you showed the other woman around - she introduced herself as Caitlyn. While you were seemingly willing to listen to her opinions and reasonings, Ekko clearly already made up his opinion about her. It was nothing surprising, really. While you still held the memories of Grayson dearly in your heart, Ekko was in contact with the modern-day enforcers - especially Marcus, who was paid to hunt your people down like animals. And as soon as Caitlyn opened her mouth and discussion the situation with him. There was even a moment when Vi had to push him a few steps back. Everything changed when Ekko pulled out the blue shiny ball he showed you earlier. As soon as he did, Cait's eyes widened and her expression softened. "You got it. You have to let me take that back." - You all looked at each other while Ekko showed the small ball back into the casing. Vi didn't hesitate, asking Cait what this was about. - "It's a gemstone. It was stolen during the attack... By your sister." "And you just forgot to mention that?" - Vi asked with confusion, but Cait didn't pay the question much attention. "With this, someone with the right knowledge could build... Any Hextech device. If the Enforcers are becoming more aggressive, that's why."

Ekko, looking at the gemstone, turned his face to you. - "We could beat Silco with this." "That won't solve things." - Caitlyn answered almost immediately, which was something that was on the right track to get Ekko railed up. Truth be told, you weren't as good with technology as Ekko was, but this thing sure as hell was dangerous. It had the power to rebuild... Just as it held the power of destruction. As soon as you realized how powerful this thing could be, you wanted it out of the walls. "Easy for you to say. Your people aren't dying around you." "Ekko, it's wrong what's been done to you." - Caitlyn started carefully, taking in a small breath. The young man was first trying to look away, twitching under her gaze a bit, but you put your palm on his forearm, gripping it gently. He hated this gaze when you used all the things he was feeling for you as means to listen. Yet in the end, he turned his head back to Cait. - "You'd be well in your rights to keep it. I couldn't blame you... But if you do, the cycle of violence never stops. This is our best shot at setting the record straight. This city needs healing... More than I ever realized. Please, let me help you."

There was a long silence. During the silence, Ekko was staring straight in front of himself, thinking about all the possibilities you could possibly have; he went through all the solutions. As for you, you first suspected that Caitlyn was just some upper-class princess who never set her foot out of Piltover - well, she might've been, but deep in her speech, you could feel the empathy and understanding she had for your people. And the people of Zaun. She wanted to help you and to be frank, you fucking needed help. Smoothing your hand up Ekko's back and leaning your chin into his shoulder made him turn his face in your direction. Maybe she really could help you - maybe it was worth trying. And because of that, you nodded gently before stepping aside and looking at both women standing in front of you.

"You got a plan?" - He asked, turning his attention to Cait once more. "I have a friend on the council. Let me take the gemstone to him. He'll listen to me - your people wouldn't have to hide anymore." - And this, this one short sentence right there was something that hit Ekko hard. Caitlyn returned the gaze of hope you gave her, having Ekko turn his entire body to face her. - "One condition. I'm the one who gives it to them."

With that line, it was set to stone. You began to prepare for another week of fear - Ekko was about to leave the colony with Caitlyn and Vi to talk to the council while you were about to stay put and make sure everything is going smoothly. Hoping he'll even make it back to you. It made you a bit upset (mainly because he barely got back and you only had one very serious conversation in the meantime), but you understood it. Especially if Cait would be able to provide your people with at least a fraction of the things she was talking about. This was very important.

Yet just as they were about to set on their way, Ekko surprised you by tossing one of the old leather coats they used to wear when setting out. With an unreadable expression on your face, you looked down on the coat and then right at Ekko standing in your doorframe. - "Are you out of your mind? I can't go out there, I can't just leave all of them here. Someone has to stay here with our people..." "I need you out there with me." - The man cut you off, huffing as he sat down on your bed - catching his face in his palms, he started to massage it. He was tired, so very tired. It was starting to take a toll on him and truth was, Ekko didn't know how much longer will he be able to hold on. - "Scar and Violet can manage it here, it won't be a long trip. Three days at maximum, promise." "You said that last time as well... You were gone almost a week." "Don't be like that, come on, girl. I really need you out there with me, you hear me?" - And at that moment, you looked Ekko in the face, piercing through those warm brown eyes. I couldn't be more clear; he was terrified of anything that was right in front of him. It was the council you've been talking about, a gemstone with unlimited destructive power, Enforcers stationed at every route leading to Piltover, Silco's men hunting him down ever since he last bumped into Jinx and Vi herself. She might've been your friend, but how much had she changed? Memories were a thing so powerful that they could overshadow rational minds; even minds more clear than Ekko's. The nostalgia was really the main focus here - no matter how hard Ekko loved the past version of Vi, it had nothing to do with the present Vi, and the same applied to you.

As you started building the colony, a pact was made. That was why you had a thin scar on your palm, carrying it with you anywhere and everywhere - and each time you tended to get nostalgic beyond your own control, you looked at it and pressed your nail into it. You and Ekko respected the past a lot. You appreciated every sacrifice made and you were well aware that even the smallest decision was a part of getting to where you've been at. And at the same time - the past nor the far future could be your main focus. It had to be the present. To ensure a better future, you had to make decisions that were to positively define the present. This was the pact.

And surely, Ekko was now acting based on the pact. He was making a decision that could turn out unpredictable in the future while being exactly what the present needed. Ekko needed Y/N, right there and then. And that was his driving force as he sat in front of you. That also didn't mean that Ekko needed you specifically - he needed your power. - "You're the most important of all people in here... To me. You're their leader, you know what their needs and aspirations are, you know about every smallest thing that this colony needs while I know only bits and pieces. And only you can tell that to the council." - With that, the man caught your jaw in his palms as he looked you in the eyes. - "That's why I need you to come with me." "Do me a favor and stop lying to me. You're scared Ekko, and that is human. But these two won't hurt you, they're your allies and they will protect you. And they won't let Silco or the Enforcers take you away, you hear me?"

But you were wrong. You were so very wrong - Ekko might've been worried sick, but that wasn't the reason. If the change was about to come, he needed you by his side. Of all the people in the colony, you held the most importance to him personally. He needed to feel your presence, he needed your smell to surround him and your witty sense of humor to make him laugh. Without you, Ekko felt he has no chance of making it. And in one vulnerable look, Ekko shot your way you could feel all the emotion. This made you stop for a second and caught his palms in yours. Sighing, kneeling in front of him and letting his forehead lean into yours, you thought about everything that might happen out there. Ekko needed you. Your people needed you to be their voice. And for a moment, you needed to be a real leader... Not just one that hides behind walls of concrete. And so, you nodded, accepting his request. - "Don't worry... There's anything that could go wrong." - It wasn't more than a mumble, but it made Ekko snicker against his will.

That very evening, all four of you set out to venture into Piltover. Since you didn't need to be discreet, per se, the way to Piltover wasn't as long in the end - by midnight, you were already entering the bridge surrounded in total darkness without a sign of motion. As expected, you led both women through a maze of sewer hallways and crawlspace, climbing out in the middle of the bridge itself. It was there where Vi stopped herself, looking at both you and Ekko. Without a word said, you both knew what she was about to tell you. "I can't leave her again." - The woman said, letting you both know that it's already set in stone. Nothing could change her mind. - "You can't change her." - Ekko opposed, but you were both giving her that knowing smile - go and do what needs to be done. "I got to try." - Vi responded, making Ekko scoff. Nodding, you walked to her first to give her a firm hug, thinking about when are gonna see her again... Or if you're gonna ever see her again. - "Don't get yourself killed." - Ekko said as he watched the hug you gave her. Her thoughts were set in stone and you already accepted them. There was no going back.

"As soon as I'm done, I'll see you again. I promise, duckling." - The muscular woman whispered in your ear just before you let her go. - "I'll hold you to that promise, buckaroo." - You answered, finally letting her go. Now, it was Ekko's turn to say goodbye. This time, Vi simply chuckled as the two of them embraced. - "No promises." - As the two of them stepped away from each other, both you and Ekko let them talk in private for a bit, giving them the privacy they deserved. These have been through some shit already - and from what you've gathered, they didn't even know each other for too long.

"How you're holding up, girl?" - The man whispered as he leaned into the railing next to you. "I'm nervous, I suppose. What if... What if something goes wrong, yannow?" "Well if you keep thinking about shit going down..." - Ekko chuckled and nudged your side with his elbow, making you grin as well. - "It will go down. As Ria would tell you, you need to go to your happy place and relax. Everything's fine. We're fine. I'll protect you, alright?"

It was not long after when you watched Vi walk away from you in the direction of lanes, back into the darkness. With that, your nervosity grew even more; so much so that you felt your fingers sparkling already. And you weren't the only one - Caitlyn looked at your palm with a furrow and that attracted Ekko's attention. Smiling at you, the man caught your palm in yours since he knew, your body will stop because you'd never consciously hurt him. A few deep breaths let you get the situation under control, making you relaxed. You continued through the lifeless darkness for just a bit longer - at the Piltoverian bridge exit, you bumped into a bunch of Enforcers. At first, they were pretty suspicious of you but when Cait showed them her badge, the force calmed down a bit as she started to negotiate with the captain. Watching the man walking closer made your arm ignite up to your elbow and just as you were to push Ekko on the ground and shot a fireball with your other one... The Enforcer shot.

The shot rang through your ears as you gasped for air, watching Ekko drop to the ground. The world around you slowed down for a few seconds, your eyes teared up and your heart pumped painfully. Your stomach was turning upside down. Was he... Did they... Did Ekko just die right in front of you? You were trying to take a deep breath so you could scream, having most of the men aiming at you, but Caitlyn barricaded your way, catching your cheek in her palm. - "You don't want to do this, trust me, this would be so very stupid darling. Take a deep breath for me, come on now." - The woman was watching every muscle in your face, the emotion in your face, and the position of your body, taking in every detail. The captain rose his palm up to stop any fire, being quite mesmerized by the flames slowly melting the leather coat, shining through the dark night. You were very close to losing it without knowing if Ekko survive or not.

As you wanted to look at the captain or at Ekko, Caitlyn's grasp tightened. The woman knew Marcus is taking away the gemstone while pointing at both your hands, but honestly, she was more worried about you getting out of control. Which was a justified fear. You could hear Vi calling out Caitlyn's name as Marcus forced the tip of his gun right into your vision, making you grunt. You didn't want to hurt her - but you wanted to see that swine writhe on the ground, screaming with pain and fear. This man was to be boiled like a fucking crab. - "I told you to leave this alone." - The man mumbled, looking at his squad; Caitlyn looked at him quickly before turning her attention back to you and Vi, who was sprinting towards all of you - seeing Ekko laying on the ground, your arm surrounded with green flames and all the men watching you. This was not looking too good.

When you turned your head in Vi's direction, Marcus immediately pointed the gun at your temple, yet you couldn't be more unbothered as you frowned, watching the sky. There was this... Mechanical flutter disturbing the silence and hundreds of green lights flying your way. - "Is that you?" - You asked the captain, turning your head so the gun was pointed at your forehead. The man straightened nervously, noticing that you didn't give a fuck. - "Excuse me?" "I'm asking if this..." - Your finger pointed at the sky. - "Is your doing?" "No, miss, I don't think..." "Oh, fuck." - Before Caitlyn could catch your forearm, you started to run in the direction of the fire lights, kicking your shoes off - watching you run off, Vi clearly knew what is on your mind. But Caitlyn's safety was more important to her at that moment. If this wasn't your doing (which surely wasn't) and it wasn't their doing... It meant that there was a third party hidden somewhere. And you knew precisely who the third party was. With more anger filling you up, you jumped into the air, making the flames consume your feet and legs as you hovered around, looking for Jinx. Railing yourself up, you threw a few fireballs into the darkness, scanning the surroundings for any signs of life. That bitch was well hidden, you had to admit - and she had to admit that you were scary as fuck. For a little moment, Jinx rose her big blue eyes, seeing the butterflies reach their destination.

As all the bombs went off simultaneously, your eyes met hers for a small moment. And to your surprise, she didn't have the eyes of a serial killer. There was something... Something warm and acknowledging in that gaze was equivalent to a smile you give to an old friend even if her actual lips didn't move a bit. Jinx's lips opened shortly as if she wanted to yell at you, but then she shook her head, hiding back into the shadows. You were enraged at that moment, yet you still felt that small, wondering part of you. What if Vi could be right? It was years since you have last spoken to Powder and even longer since she started shooting at you without warning. Could she still be there? Powder hiding inside that thin woman wasn't a reason to hold back any emotion of fireballs.

The wave of air was so strong that it threw you to the ground, but you weren't hurt. Frantically, you picked yourself up on your feet to climb up the pillar where she was hiding - yet reaching the vantage point, the girl was already gone, leaving you breathless - and it was in that moment when you saw all the destruction and only a few signs of life. Enforcers were gone; one by one detonated to shreds. A few people were trying to pick themselves up on their feet, but the number of dead people was higher than of the living. While the dust settled down, you still stood in the middle of the desolated bridge with a green fireball ready to be fired. Yet the girl who was responsible for all the chaos was nowhere to be found. As if she just disintegrated into thin air. Turning on your heels, you let the fireball fall flat on the ground. This was one of the most unpleasant views a person could see - all the Enforcers were laying on the ground, looking back at you with dead eyes - some had their limbs torn off their body, some at least visually resembled a human; gallons of blood poured all over the concrete were more than enough for you to understand that all of them were gone by that point. And it was all her doing.

Vi seemed to be fine, Caitlyn had pieces of shrapnel in her upper thigh and was bleeding quite bad, but she was alive - the injuries surely were to heal in a few weeks. Ekko was laying on the ground as you approached him, but he was fine; the iron plate in his chest just saved his damn life, making you smile with pure joy. He was safe and alive. “She’s gone!” - You cried out to inform the group, catching Vi’s attention for a second. The woman nodded back to you, putting Cait back on her feet. - “She ran away as soon as she saw me.” - You whispered to yourself, looking at your hand hardening before you put the flames out.

If there was someone to preach about all the dangers Jinx meant to everyone, it was clearly you. There were moments where you wished for nothing more than her throat being squeezed by your fingers. Many times, you muttered under your breath that Jinx would be better off if dead. Yet when your eyes met for a second and you could clearly see that she recognises you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to take her life away. Those huge blue eyes watched you with fear and a spark of… Something. It was an emotion of some kind. Sure, you’d pack a few punches, maybe knock her out in the worst-case scenario. But not in a thousand years would you be able to kill her. Catching your breath, you shook your head. You were getting nostalgic and sentimental.

Jinx surely didn’t feel the same about you as she crept behind you. For a moment, her eyes wandered around the frame of your shoulders, your arms, and the leather monstrosity you were wearing. As Jinx watched you being consumed with flames clearly looking for her, her breath hitched in her throat. It was you. The so-called Demon of the Lanes. It was you the entire time. It freaked the woman out for a second, but she managed to overcome the fear pretty quickly - you might’ve been looking for Jinx just a moment ago, but she was one step ahead; she hid behind one of the beams holding the bridge in the air and didn’t even breathe until she heard you yelling at your friends. As soon as she saw the opportunity, she caught up, showing each step you made.

Thanks to the dark of the night, none of them saw Jinx sneaking up on you. If they did, it could've all happened much differently. It would end up differently. Not as tragically. At the moment, the woman was right behind you with one of her palms gently risen up; as if she wanted to touch your shoulder gently just so you’d notice her... As if Jinx was building the courage to look in the eyes and to catch your attention. What was she supposed to do? She hated you to guts, she hated you for so fucking long, she wanted all of you dead, buried six feet under... But when you looked her in the eyes, there was some strange feeling of acceptance and friendly love. Just like when Vi hugged her before Firelights took her away. Should've she just circled her arms around your waist and hugged you? Should've Jinx brought you close? That surely was one of the options racing her mind. On the other hand… If she was to startle you, you were to burn her to bits. Silco wouldn’t be too happy about that.

Suddenly, everything clicked. Jinx’s breath hitched as she felt Milo reaching out for the screwdriver in the back pocket of her pants and Claggor laughing in her other ear. Her eyes widened in horror as both the boys started to talk - Jinx's brain already made the connection even before the boys started to talk. Once more, the time slowed around as she felt her hand slowly reaching behind her waist. Jinx wanted to fight them... She didn't want to kill you. Not now. Not when there was a slight chance of you maybe accepting her. She wanted just one last smile from you, a greeting, to hear a story, to talk to you. She didn't want to be alone. Jinx... Jinx wanted to be loved. But her body was quicker than she ever could be.

“She’s a traitor.” - Milo mumbled to Jinx’s ear with a wicked smile. - "Just look at her. She has it written all over her damn face. What are you waiting for? Do it. It won't take long." “All of your friends left you, remember? No one came looking for you when you needed them all. And... Look. She took him away from you. Y/N’s with them now - with the Firelights. She would've spared a second before killing you." - Claggor joined with devilish laughter, leaning his forearm around Jinx's shoulders. 'You're both wrong... Wrong! Stop! Didn't you see that look she gave me?' - Jinx tried to oppose inside of her head, already feeling her palm grabbing the screwdriver as she pulled it out. - 'Maybe... Maybe if we'd just talk to her. To all of them.' "Didn't you see how Vi hugged that other woman? She clearly replaced you, she doesn't need you, she doesn't want you. You are alone... Again." - Claggor mumbled in a low, mocking tone. Jinx watched her hand preparing in the air, holing on the screwdriver firmly. You had no idea. Not a clue. - "And you think the others will want you around after blowing everything up? Did you see how many people you killed? They think you're a monster, that you're beyond saving. They'll kill you when the first opportunity comes, don't be fucking stupid."

"Y/N!" - Vi screamed in horror, seeing the pale arm reaching from behind your back. You stopped, but before you could locate what she was worried about, there it was - Jinx stabbed the screwdriver into your throat, making the blood pour on your chest as your mouth filled with your own blood. The young woman continued on stabbing (the first stab was the worst because your muscles, tendons, and veins were pretty firm), yet as she found her tempo, she kept on doing the same motion until you fell to the ground, holding your neck in your palm, trying to slow down the bleeding. For a moment, Jinx stared down at you with a devilish smile, scoffing, before she pulled out her gun and walked a bit back. Sure, she might've just relentlessly murdered you, but she wasn't a complete monster. Ekko had every right to say his farewell before she kills him too. Honestly, no matter how loud did Vi yell at him, the man didn't stop for the love of God. He literally collapsed on the ground next to you, putting your head on his thighs as you choked on your blood. One of your palms put pressure on your throat, the other one searched for his arm so you could hold onto it as you pass away. This was it. You could feel it. There was no coming back after this amount of stab wounds and blood loss.

"Don't you dare do this to me, come on, girl." - The man mumbled frantically, watching your widened eyes looking back at him in shock and terror. - "Come on, you're strong. Just... Live. Live, for me. If you die on me, I swear I'll find fucking way to break to time and I'll hop back to fucking save." "It's... It's you." - Your voice was quiet and Ekko knew you were putting too much energy into talking. He tried to make you shut up, but you couldn't be less bothered as you kept your stare glued to him. - "You... Saved me. It was always you." - The man had little idea of what you were talking about, but he felt himself breaking down in tears as his fingers smoothed your face. His ears clung to every word you said because you seemed determined to tell him everything. The life was fading out of your eyes, skin, your body. Your heart was pumping with greater and greater trouble, it hurt and your body was starting too feel ice cold. With last grasps of breath, you looked him in the eyes, concentrating fully on what you were about to say. - "I... Love... You... Ekko..." "And I love you too, but..." - As he laughed unhappily at finally hearing these words he longed to hear all this time, the last breath left your body, leaving you starting at Ekko lifelessly. The grip on his arm loosened and when his hand reached your chest, he couldn't feel anything. It was over.

The scream of sorrow, rage, and woe could be heard all the way in both Lanes and Piltover. Those who heard it would swear that their blood froze in their veins for a bit; there was so much emotion in a single, painful scream. Ekko was suffering and his heart was bleeding, he felt torn to shreds. Even Jinx froze as she watched the scenery. She wanted your love... Not your death. Soon, her eyes teared off as she started to bash her forehead with her palm, mumbling frantically as she argued with the voices inside her head. At that moment, Jinx hated herself. She wanted to take it all back, to jump back in time. But instead of that, she was too weak to protect you from all the trauma, anger, and rage she held within. With that, Jinx fell to her knees, watching the man still holding onto your corpse. - "What have I done?" - The woman whimpered as her face coldened again. Soon after, another scream followed. And this time, it belonged to Jinx herself.

#ekko arcane #ekko x fem!reader #vi arcane #jinx arcane #caitlyn arcane #league of legends arcane #arcane netflix #we stan cait in this house #i think she's a sweetheart #and so cute #also...#this happened #i mean it was about time for you to understand the story's name #wasn't pleasant to write this chapter tho

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Through the Looking Glass Ruins!!!!!

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SO! Onto other things first…

WRATH IS BRAXAS’ FATHER!??!!? HOLY SHIT, Wrath is a canonical dad, I’d always expressed my… OH MY GOD WRATH IS DAD! And of BRAXAS, that sweetie… How is Braxas such a sweetie with a father like HIM, also-

Wrath was in casual wear? Either he has a day off, or he got fired by Belos/Kikimora after drawing Luz a map to Eda in Young Blood, Old Souls! Either way this guy has a sudden new level of NUANCE that I am reeling from, and yes I checked, that really is Wrath according to the credits! Dang this puts everything in a WHOLE new light…!

AMITY HAIR OHMIGOD IT LOOKS SO ADORABLE SHE’S SELF-ACTUALIZING I AM FUCKING SCREAMING HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, it’s PINK and not green… They acknowledged it, Emira did! And they CHANGED IT I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS-

She looks so BEAUTIFUL and I love the kind of foreshadowing with the bookends of our first shot of Amity having her hair down, and now it’s changed! And she looks adorable and EMIRA AND EDRIC BEING GREAT SIBLINGS I LOVE IT SO MUCH! This… THIS is everything I wanted! I was resigned to not much of them but HELL YEAH they’re being good siblings and we get a look at their rooms, we see them doing MAKEOVERS together this is everything from my favorite fanon content and MORE,

Also Edric has a date?! Emira says ‘their’ mom… Unless the Golden Guard has a mom, DARN! Not gonna lie, I half-expected a big twist at the end that Edric was dating the Golden Guard, who was doing some sort of reconnaissance as his unrecognized normal self and/or screwing around with the Blights even further, but in a GENUINE sense… But then who knows Kikimora could be posing as GG’s ‘mom’, this is a stretch anyhow-

JUST HELL YEAH Blight Twins! Blight Twins being sweet and mischievous and supportive of each other, Blight SIBLINGS being siblings, Emira being an older sister and giving advice! And AMITY, Amity mentioning how much Luz has changed stuff, I love that they acknowledge it openly how her life has completely shifted, and now… NOW…!

No necklace! Red leggings! PINK HAIR?! Is this why Amity in the intro hasn’t been updated yet… She was getting TWO updates, so the animators decided to only animate a change after this final update?!

King and Gus are also friends it seems, and they even recorded some fun together! I’m surprised at how much Bria and the others mock Gus’ illusion skills… Obviously Belos is kinda terrible but like; I don’t think he’d set aside an entire subset of magic into Illusions without reason! Also that nightmare trip… I LOVE IT, I love Gus applying the creativity of illusions in their ability to completely warp and distort someone’s sense of reality! And I called that dragon-thing being an illusion!

A graveyard… I wonder if the Gallderstones (is that how it’s spelled) have any relevance or if they’re just neat? I hope Mattholomule and Gus help hide the Looking Glass Graveyard… Damn, that’s another Death reference with Gus, huh! Is it culminating in his respect for the dead, or will it continue further with Gus being a necromancer, or an Oracle who can commune with the deceased, and he has their respect as someone who treats them properly?!

Also not to get dark but… What if all those Illusionists are dead because of Belos? I’m JUST SAYING…! And not gonna lie, every time someone insulted Illusions, I kept imagining the Illusion Head just suddenly waking up and feeling like there’s a disturbance in the force, as well as a weird compulsion to beat up some Glandus kids. It’d be even funnier if he had beef with the Construction, Plant, and Abomination Heads as well!

Speaking of which, more confirmation on Construction Magic being related to earth! Glad to see Bria give us a look into that, which furthers my idea of Belos using construction magic… Also dang, Bria and the Glandus Kids really are the parallels/foils to the Detention kids! You’ve got the short ‘nice’ girl, the tall lanky kid, the furry… But the Glandus Kids start off looking nice and cool, but turn out to be rather nasty!

Meanwhile the Detention Kids seem like bad news and delinquents, but no! They’re just demonized and actually very kind and chill! The Detention Kids are looked down upon, the Glandus Kids are appraised… The Detention Kids are dual-track, the Glandus Kids are singular; Glandus Kids from, well, GLANDUS, Detention Kids from Hexside… One’s ‘mischief’ is actually very neat and cool, the other’s is literal grave robbing.

I guess that’s how the bleeding statues got past the censors- It’s technically just an illusion! Also more insight into how Glandus works with its Survival of the Fittest mentality, I wonder if we’ll get confirmation on which coven heads came from there, how that might influence them as adults…

What is Glandus like, is it more whole-heartedly accepting of Belos’ rule, hence its harsh ideals? Was it made after Hexside? Does Bump hate it for being so cruel like that, or is it just school bias? And dang poor Mattholomule, I always had a feeling he sort of felt and knew that he wasn’t much, so he accepted and compensated by deliberately doing whatever he can for power…

They confirmed he’s from Glandus, and I appreciate this new look at him! This new leaf turned… Hot take but he’s honestly not as bad as Boscha, his stint with Gus was a one-time thing that Gus was able to live with! And that seems pretty good to set them up as friends! Speaking of Boscha, Willow was injured by pixies? And the last time we heard of pixies, they belonged to Boscha and caused the school to get shut down… Did BOSCHA DO THIS I SWEAR SHE IS DEAD TO ME-

(Also she’s mentioned in the credits for this episode but I don’t remember hearing her? I might’ve gotten distracted with so much other things.)

Gus! I like the insight into his relationship with Illusions, and I appreciate how he’s considering other forms of magic… But this hesitation might just serve to reaffirm his believe in Illusions, which is okay! It’s all about choice… And yeah, it seems Gus also has a case of impostor syndrome like King, no wonder they get along so well! I love the glimpses into Gus’ house and the confirmation that he has a library card, no Perry though alas…!

I appreciate how Gus feels overlooked, like he has no real substance, which is how his Illusions reflect a desire to draw attention, but also the idea that there’s nothing real beneath them… Again, very much like King! And Gus, he’s not a powerhouse like the rest, he’s SKILLED and smart, but strength isn’t his forte, it’s not brute force he operates on, but cleverness! Trickery, I like it…! It’s a nice callback to his last A-plot episode, SVSF, where instead of fighting Mattholomule physically, Gus’ solution is to think outside the box and pull the alarm!

You go kid, not relying on brute strength but showing that some clever tricks and thinking are just as valid! Kinda wonder if this episode is lowkey a discussion on masculinity for young boys, especially with Gus growing older with puberty, though the latter is mostly because his actual VA grew… But maybe the writers rolled with that and incorporated it, or it’s just a very neat coincidence! Also, it is me or did Mattholomule’s voice change? And the gag that Gavin’s dad looks identical to him, even moreso because he’s NOT supposed to have a moustache… That’s great!

Malphas! Love this reference to a classic demon, I wasn’t sure if Malphas was the librarian with glasses whom I’ve always headcanoned as a father figure to Amity… But maybe it’s actually this bird dude! He seems adept in Bard magic, and I love the reveal of his true crow appearance… Guess those theorists were right that the one-eyed figure is from the Forbidden Stacks! Also Malphas NOT COOL with Amity, but I’m glad Luz changed his mind, and I wonder how that adventure looked…

Which- DAMN, the RSD with Luz! She looks so UTTERLY BROKEN when Amity mentions doing stupid things, and she didn’t mean it like that, but Luz just looks so completely shattered and you can tell she wants to cry but instead she bottles it up and tries to take it in stride, and that plays into her trying to overcompensate for her mistakes AGAIN… SOMEONE GET IT TO HER HEAD that she doesn’t need to! I’m scared for Luz, and I was SO scared this episode would end on a bad note…

BUT DOAHLDdFAEONDKFHN LUMITY KISS LUMITY KISS! ONE-SIDED BUT THEY FINALLY FUCKING KNOW AND AMITY IS LIKE WHAAAAT AND I WAS WAITING FOR IT AND I COULD FEEL IT HAPPEN AND GAY KISS! GAY KISS ON-SCREEN!!! And the way Luz just FLOPS to the ground on her knees AAHJJFFKHGGK and no Alador nor Odalia to ruin this, UTTERLY PERFECT and the twins WATCHING OOOHHHHGGGG YYYEEAAAAHHH-

This is EVERYTHING I ever wanted!

What an AMAZING episode with wonderful characer beats and reveals! Again, Amity’s growth as a character, that brief insight into how Luz as a person is very chaotic and sometimes frustrating for Amity and forces her to reevaluate, but ultimately it’s good and Luz DOES try her best, and Amity clearly wanted to make things up for Luz and apologize, they’re BOTH doing things, just the little moments!

Also, Alex Lawther voices Philip Wittebane! He has long hair and a vaguely british accent, he’s… He’s Belos isn’t he? And they got a new VA because having him voiced by Matthew Rhys would be really spoiler-y right? He’s got the long hair and he’s a nerd… And with how he talks of finding a way back home, maybe Belos really DOES just want to return home, after all? He talks of making a way back home…

And we see a glimpse of the Portal, so it might’ve brought him there? Or did Philip succeed in making it, and that was his blueprint designs? Did he arrive by Titan’s Blood? What happened to the portal if it brought him there, or if he made it? Why the scar, why near Eda’s house, partially buried?

Was it lost before he could finish his work, and Philip got side-tracked into something else… Perhaps going on a crusade, on behalf of a curse/demon that possessed him? A demon that killed King’s father…? Was the portal broken and he had to discard it, but then it naturally healed- Or did it just need to recharge, maybe Philip DID make it back home, WHAT IS THE ANSWER?! Is there some sort of doppelganger for Philip, is BELOS his doppelganger?! What is THIS WHAT-

WHAT AN EPISODE!

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