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ametrictonofaudacity · 11 months

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Empty Roads

Platonic! Yandere! Trevor x Shapeshifter!Selectively Mute! Reader

Hey!! I wanted to get into non DC yandere works, and decided to cut my teeth on some platonic yandere Castlevania since there’s a criminal lack.

Warnings: swearing, obsession, overprotectiveness, reader has selective mutism and trauma, and violence! One shot is written from the yanderes POV

He finds you on the side of the road.

Or rather, you find him. You trail after him, eyes sharp and wary, and he wonders how hungry you must be to follow a stranger even as he keeps a hand on his short sword. Trevor wouldn’t be much of a Belmont if he somehow managed to get mugged by a half-starved kid on the road. Well, he wasn’t much of one currently, but he liked to think he had a few ancestors that didn’t think he was a total fucking disappointment.

He makes camp for the night even as he keeps a sharp eye on you, and when you don’t approach, gets the fire going. With demons wandering the lands, and animals, the glow of the fire would scare off the stupider night creatures.

It does not scare you off, and that night, Trevor leaves a bit of rabbit on a rock for you to eat. It’s a stupid fucking idea, feeding you could invite all sorts of dangerous shit into his life, but he does it anyways. And you clearly appreciate it, because you leave him the fuck alone during the days, and trail after, a silent observer with a hungry gaze.

Eventually, you start getting closer and closer to the fire. Eventually, you trust him enough to allow him within arms reach. Eventually, he starts hunting for two when he can, and when he goes into town, buys enough food to last you both.

And Trevor can’t place when he stopped viewing you as the creature that followed him every night and started viewing you as a kid. His kid. Well, maybe not his kid. You were a kid, and he looked out for you, and he knew damn well you’d seen too much shit but didn’t know enough about the, but he had no idea how to even begin to explain how important it was to keep you safe.

Maybe it’s when he realizes you can’t speak. Or that you can, but don’t. And even without that, you both learn to communicate. Gestures, looks, sign language, it all becomes an important part of the night. Trevor can’t read, side effect of being homeless since thirteen, and you can’t write, so coming up with new gestures for new words, or even going over old ones, was always an exercise in patience. Which Trevor knew was not something he had a lot of.

Maybe he changes his mind the first time you sat next to him by the fire. You’d been completely silent, but far from still, fidgety and pent up, and when he had passed you your plate, wound tight as a spring. Eventually, you had relaxed, and Trevor had been stuck keeping watch all night as you slept as a cat, tail curled around your body.

He didn’t really know when he changed his mind about you. He did know that he would be damned before he let anything happen to you though.

“Hop on. We’re going into town in about a mile, and I don’t want anyone seeing you.” He grunts, motioning to the thick fur on the lining of his coat, and even though you huff in offense, you shift into one of you smaller forms, the white fur blending seamlessly and nearly totally indistinguishable.

“Next time pick something other than a ferret. Don’t want you getting turned into some fucker’s coat.” He mutters, and there’s a sharp nip to his shoulder, and he jolts. You were a cheeky little fucker.

“Do that again and I’m throwing you.” He mutters, and he feels you shift, black eyes peeking out from under the coat curiously. That was one thing he couldn’t stand about you. You had seemingly no fucking self-preservation.

“Get back in the cloak, idiot. The whole reason we do that is so you can hide.” He hisses, and you literally hiss, ears pinned back as you glare angrily at him. “Don’t fucking take the tone with me, this is for your fucking safety.”

The walls of the city are in view now, and he feels his stomach drop when he sees the top of a massive cathedral where there didn’t used to be one.

“Oh fuck. Stay in the cloak.” For once, you don’t argue. In fact, you keep yourself perfectly hidden in the fur of the cloak, small body trembling

He moves quietly through the city, and every step he takes, he feels his stomach drop more and more. The Church was everywhere, and he can tell you know too, because you are perfectly still and silent, something he knew you hated.

The inn is nearly empty, though, and if that isn’t one of the few fucking miracles God would grant him, he doesn’t know what was.

“One of your rooms please.” He flicks a coin to the innkeep, who grunts, sliding him the key. For a second, he’s surprised at the lack of recognition in the man’s eyes, before he decides it was more likely he did recognize Trevor and simply didn’t give a shit. Hard to care about some random stranger being ex-communicated when your inn had no one fucking in it.

The door to the room is creaky, barely locks, and Trevor makes a note to fix that before you both go to bed. Maybe throw a chair in front of it incase the inn keep was an easy sell out.

“There we fucking go. Hop down.” You do quickly, shaking yourself, and it’s always so fucking weird to see you shape shift that it almost takes him off guard. One moment, there’s a cream and white ferret, and the next, there’s a kid.

“The Church didn’t used to be here?” You sign, or he figures you did. It looked about right.

“Nah, this is all new. We aren’t staying long, just long enough to restock and get to the next God-fearing hellhole in Wallachia.” He rolls his eyes, and you nod. “Speaking of which, tomorrow we go in and get supplies. I want you in one of your smaller forms, the ones you can use to hide pretty easy.”

You scowl, and he sighs, readying himself for an argument.

“You don’t have to take me everywhere, you know. I can help, so we can leave faster.”

“No. I’m not letting you out of my sight, especially not with the Church so far up our asses right now.” He grumbles, and motions to the adjoining room. “Now drop it and get clean so I can bathe, go on.”

He all but shoved you into the bathroom, and even though you look far from ready to drop the argument, you let him, scowling. You weren’t exactly one to turn down a chance for a hot bath.

He takes the opportunity to check his pack, and more importantly, that the small necklace he had gotten from a witch was still inside.

It gleams, silver and inconspicuous, in his hand, the chain delicate and small. It looks like it could be a family heirloom of some sort, the kind that were passed down from mother to daughter and father to son, cared for through the generations. If it wasn’t for the barely there warmth of the metal and the hum of magic against his hand, he would never know that it was enchanted.

He tightens his grip on the necklace. He hasn’t had to use it yet, and he didn’t plan to, but if he had to, he would.

He tucks it away before you get out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet and in clean clothes. With the dirt and mud from traveling gone, you look younger than you are, and Trevor can’t resist the urge to ruffle the wet locks, at which you shove at him.

“I just got clean! Go wash!”

You’re scowling, and he laughs, slipping past you into bathe.

By the time he’s out of the bath, you’ve curled up on the bed contently, nibbling on a bit of goat jerky.

“You know that was for the road, right? Now I’ve got to buy more.” He huffs, falling onto the bed with a grumble. You snort. “Just because I was going to buy more anyways, doesn’t mean to eat all our shit.”

You put the rest away, and there’s a moment where he nearly thinks you’re going to discover the necklace, his heart stopping in dread, but you don’t. Not that you would know what it does. He had gotten it in the early days of knowing you, given to him by a witch who claimed it could hold a shape-shifter in one form. You had refused to go into towns then, so he had come back with it and never spoken a damn word about it.

“I want you to start using your human form more, kid. You’re a damn cat half the time.” He huffs, and while he can’t see you’re face, curled away from him the way you were, he can tell you aren’t pleased. He can sort of understand it, even if he didn’t like it. Keeping you to one form would be going against your nature. It’d be like asking a vampire to not kill or a Belmont to not hunt monsters.

You don’t say anything.

“Kid, I’m serious. It’s dangerous enough traveling with me, I want you to learn how to fight, and to do that, you’ve got to be human, ya brat. We’re not going to advertise that you can shape shift, I don’t want the Church catching wind.”

At that, you turn over, eyes narrowed and harsh.

“Why can’t I just stay hidden in towns? I’ve helped before like that.”

“It’s not about whether you can help, damn it, I just- listen, you’re already traveling with me, which is dangerous enough. I’m ex-communicated. I don’t want more targets on your back, and people are eventually going to put it together.” He snaps, and he feels his temper rises, hot and angry and ready to fight, and he forces himself to breath for a second before he speaks. Scaring you was alarmingly easy, even if you had eventually gotten used to how rough he was around the edges, and he didn’t want to set back that progress.

“Word is going to travel that I’m traveling with someone, whether we like it or not. I’d prefer they not know you’re a fucking shapeshifter.”

You glare, but finally, nod, turning over so your back was to him.

Trevor sighs.

Another day without having to use the necklace was a win for him, even if you were pissed off. You knew as well as he did that he was the safest traveling companion you could find, for the time being, and he knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t brave the wilds on your own.

“Night, kid. Get some sleep.” You don’t respond, not even with the goodnight hum you usually did, and Trevor sighs, pulling his cloak around him. You had curled under the covers earlier, so you were plenty warm.

You slip into sleep first, like you always did, and when he follows, it’s with the knowledge that if anything were to happen, he would be ready to wake and defend the both of you.

#yandere castlevania #platonic yandere Castlevania #platonic yandere x reader #yandere Trevor Belmont

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gold-rhine · 11 months

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In an ideal universe where your wish fulfillment came true... any particular characters (including npcs) you'd like Kaeya to interact with when he gets there?

by wish fulfillment i assume you mean "kaeya moves to sumeru". to proper answer, i need to explain my pet crack theory which is Kaeya and Candace are related. buckle up babes

ok, so, we know chlothar is one of kaeya's ancestors. look at this pasty ugly dude. he did NOT produce the hottest man in the game by in-breeding with other pasty khaenriah nobles from same bloodlines. and we know it had to be same bloodline or kid gets hilichurled.

where are kaeya's hot genetics are coming from??? the darker skin?? blue eyes, dark blue hair?? like they could've at least give him the same brown skin tone to match, but no. and genshin matches relatives OBSESSIVELY. hot genetics HAVE to come from somewhere.

sumeru is near khaenriah. deshret's civilization is connected to khaenriah in canon, we know for a fact some of the survivors became part of khaenriah. deshret's civilization was also highly advanced AND fucked with the abyss. it's all not crack, thats just stating canon facts. so like it doesn't seem to me as a stretch to guess that the khaenriah's noble bloodline originated from Deshret. like, a lot of ppl connected to the desert have rhombs in their pupils, which we know is the main visible sign of this bloodline. like, thats not precisely khaenriah diamonds, but its fucking close, ok?

and Candace is canonically a direct descendent of Deshret himself. Brown skin - check, blue eye color - check, dark midnight blue hair - check, hotness - hell yeah check.

if you catch my drift, i think khaenriah's main noble bloodline, the one that is not hilichurled, hailed from deshret. their only choice to get a normal, non-cursed kid was to find the descendants of the same bloodline who did not leave desert for khaenriah and so were not cursed, and it's Candace's family. booom babyy

so in ideal world, Candace and Kaeya realize they're distant cousins bc she's like Alberich? My aunt married some shady dude named Alberich, was that your dad? like all kaeya always wanted was to belong, and here he finally will have family that is not trying to use him OR repressed anger issue catholics. and nahida let even scara to redeem after he tried to murder her. kaeya could finally come clean and just live as himself.

and he would be so needed too, like the desert ppl are in turmoil process of integrating with sumeru, criminals are overrunning aaru village. and who keeps treasure hoarders in mond in check with nothing but three dumb sergeants and a smile? kaeya would sort that shit out in a month. seriously, i had to go to liyue to farm treasure hoarders, there are no roaming mobs of them in mond. kaeya would also be the best liason to akademiya, growing up with nobility and being used to political games as mond's spymaster.

after this premise, there is literally not a single character in sumeru it would not be fun to see kaeya interacting with. he and dehya are immediately besties, they met on a shopping trip where candace was helping him choose his new skin outfit, and this same evening drunk dehya is princess carrying him out of tavern. he can amplify cyno's horrible puns into a weapon of mass destruction and tighnari can't even hate him, bc he also made ppl stop eating poisonous mushrooms by spreading rumors that if you eat too much of them, their spores will grow inside of and mindcontrol you. its absolute bullshit, but it worked, goddamit. kaeya could solve kaveh and alhaitham's communication problems in one evening at a bar, but he wouldn't, bc he's a little shit and he thinks its entertaining to watch and he's curious how long its gonna take them by themselves, but he would give them trollish little nudges. also, in nilou's tropue he would finally have a proper bohemian scene to exercise his flair for dramatics and inspire several epic poems by being a heartbreaker.

tldr little desert village has neither rich nobility nor grand destiny he's supposed to fulfill, but it has ppl who will accept and appreciate him, and i think realizing that he doesn't have to choose between a coinflip of bad and awful and learning to live for himself instead is one of kaeya's arcs best possible resolutions

#my solution to kaeya's desire for family is just to give him a better sibling #rhine talks #kaeya

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shinjisdone · 8 months

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Hey, I'm new to your page but I totally read your rules. Here is my request: Can you give me a headcanon of TP! Link and OoT Adult! Link reacting to their wife getting hurt by a theif. You can decide if the Link's are yandere.

OoT! Adult! Link and TP! Link reacting to their wife getting injured by a thief (possible Yandere scenarios)

OoT! Link:

I believe due to the circumstances he and Hyrule had to endure, this Link is very mature, paranoid and can be stoicly serious to the point that it might get self-destructive. After all, his and Zelda's mistakes they did as kids had cost the future of their home and loved ones. The paranoia comes from knowing there can be absolutely, terrible things in this world that can happen at any moment that are out of his control. Not even gods could stop Ganandorf so there isn't much that he could do either.

Hence why he is also so serious and mature - having been forced to grow up quickly and basically skip part of his life in order to even be capable to defeat evil. You can imagine how quickly he can turn 180°.

So when his dear wife is attacked, Link is quickly outflinging his sword. Darting his eyes left and right as he hunches in front of you and only talking when telling you to stay back.

Link can get awfully severe when innocent people are hurt...but it becomes so much more intense and scary when his beloved gets injured.

Yet...there is a sense of relieve when Link sees that it is only just a thief. He has dealt with many of that kind and while he does defeat them just as quickly and throughouly as any other opponent, at least it isn't something more dangerous.

There are all kinds of things in this world...time ripping friends apart...lost souls wandering the earth for revenge...an unstoppable moon daring to fall on a town and squash people's dreams...

So he feels relieved that it is only a thief.

Though he is sure to throw some insults at the criminal for daring to hurt his wife. Could it be that they were targeting you because of him?

There goes his paranoia again.

In fact, he might be on the look out for the next few days because of this. What if that wasn't a thief but something more? Days must pass and he would need your reassurance that everything will be fine and that you are fine for him to calm down.

A yandere OoT! Link, however...

Would throw the thief out of the house, questioning what they were thinking hurting his wife and that they will pay for it. He might challenge them to a duel only for the sake of wanting to hurt them but if they run off, he'll let them. Pathetic.

Will barge back in and mother and smother you like no other. This is his fault. He is supposed to be the Hero of Time yet he couldn't fully protect you from a mere thief. Link will stay by your side and on look out for days, paranoid while keeping and hugging you close while decrying himself.

He has lost so much...he will not lose you.

He is sure to make the thief regret everything if he ever sees them again...

TP! Link:

TP! Link is just as mature but a bit more trusting and softer than his ancestor in spirit.

He easily has a very caring nature from having grown up in an idyllic village filled with laughing children and tame, cute animals...

His sudden transformation into a wild beast though, left him a bit unsure of himself and frightened...he never thought he could get his old life back.

He also had faced the natural cruelty of this world he inhabits. The Twili, the monsters, what desperation can make people do, the vile hostility he experienced by his peers for being a wolf.

The world has hardened him but he refuses to cave into his fear and distrust of others. There will always be good people in this land.

Just as there will be bad ones...

Link is also quick to deal with a thief though he won't feel any relieve seeing a "mere" thief. Danger is danger and he won't let anything harm you.

There is a slight chance that, when you are in a safe place, that Link might talk to the thief and ask them what they were thinking. Their criminal actions caused someone to be injured...his wife...is that the kind of life they want?

However, if they aren't persuaded, Link is quick to deal with them or scare them off.

Will be sure to take care of your wound and pepper you with kisses everywhere EXCEPT the injury. He is a tad bit too afraid to hurt you accidentally.

Link refuses to have you do any work. As hardworking as he is naturally, he will go overboard with taking care of everyhing, including you. Will have you ride Epona when you need to go somewhere. Will only leave you be with him or trusted people to look out for you.

Naturally, Link will also grow more protective.

Yandere!TP! Link is much more ruthless when dealing with the thief. He won't even consider talking things out with this scum and only make them pay for hurting you.

If he feels especially hostile, he might attack them in wolf form.

I believe the more his yandere tendencies get out of control, he would show/manifest them all in his wolf form and truly become a beast then.

Link is not going to let you be hurt...

Will not let anyone BUT himself take care of you. It's less about distrusting others and more about feeling more assured that he is right there to care for you. He also believes he can do it much better than anyone else (even doctors, wow, petty much)

Hugs you tight and also peppers you with kisses but much more frequently. Is as soft as he can be as he somewhat...just slacks and leans against you, feeling disheartened that this happened in the first place. Like a loyal guard dog, he turns 180° at dangers, however.

Interesting request, hope you like it!

#request #the legend of zelda #tloz #yandere #oot link #tp link #yandere tloz #loz #yandere loz #yandere oot link #yandere tp link #yandere link

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laurensprentiss · 2 months

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I’ve been a long time follower of yours but after seeing your recent reposts of the war - I can’t in good conscience continue to support you. Quite frankly I think it’s disgusting and I never pegged you for an anti semite but I guess people can surprise us.

I’m literally not even on this site anymore but like. Sooooo many things about this ask are so skeevy???

Number 1: why did you format this like it’s a letter of resignation? You don’t want to support me? All you have to do is click unfollow it’s never that deep? Did you think I was gonna beg and cry for forgiveness or for u not to leave me 😢😢 ?? 💀

Number 2: “the war” - I’m guessing you’re talking about the siege and genocide that Israel is committing against Palestine?? A war would indicate two powers with somewhat equal footing and standing, equal access to weapons and resources to defend themselves - one is a superpower with the backing of the USA, UK and Canada. The other entity - and mind you these are official provable statements - are mostly civilians who are being kidnapped, held prisoner, murdered, starved, driven out of their homes and have had entire bloodlines wiped out. Bloodlines that literally date back to Christ. Hospitals bombed with innocent civilians, men, women, children, the elderly who need emergency access to medical care. You can’t in good conscience support me reposting a few little things drawing people’s attention to the atrocities being committed by the terrorist state of Israel? Ok. Don’t. It says a lot that THAT is where your conscience draws the line.

Also war has rules you fucking moron - that’s where war crimes come from and Israel is guilty of PLENTY.

3. Me condemning israel and thinking. “Hey. Maybe a terrorist state with an army that’s been brainwashed and indoctrinated to the point where innocent CHILDREN being bl*wn to pieces, babies stuck under rubble slowly dy*ng and families being starved is just another day at work shouldn’t really do That.” does not make me an anti semite. I’m not going to sit here and argue about all the reasons I’m NOT, because why am I going to clarify my stance on basic humanity to someone who has literal shit for brains, but you’re also invalidating Jewish people who also condemn Israel’s actions - not to mention. What they’re doing is literally criminal and a GENOCIDE.

It goes back GENERATIONS and decades, systematic ethnic cleansing of people who have lived there dating back to their ancestors. Driving people out of their homes, stealing land, property, implementing laws that actively discriminate against Palestinians, indoctrinating children, government officials stating on the record that Palestinian children deserve what happened to them and that they will not stop until they’re eradicated?

Good fucking riddance dickhead I hope you choke to death

#I don’t even care anymore sorry #you can go fuck yourself

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everything-is-crab · 8 months

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This is what I meant when I said both rightoids and liberals in India are equally dumb as fuck. Both are pro imperialists. She's not even lower caste and yet she's speaking on behalf of us. I have seen this trend in a lot of "anticasteist" upper caste women (who unfortunately have more voices than people like me, actually women from oppressed castes).

How are these people different from the white supremacists who say brown people are intellectually and socially inferior?

"At least the goras let us have meat" oh okay we're gonna ignore the 3 million lives lost in Bengal famine caused by Churchill's policies (after which he blamed it on us instead of his own greediness). Did he let those people eat meat then? Unhinged shit. They wouldn't let people fill their bellies cause sometimes instead of food crops they wanted our ancestors to grow cotton, indigo, spices, tea. Which also left areas prone to land disasters. Commercial stuff that they could sell at much cheaper prices in their own countries and others in the Western world as well. Also levied extremely unreasonably high taxes. Leaving us with no money. Delusional world these middle/upper class liberals live in where the British let us have meat. They didn't even let us have rice.

The British protected the caste system. Read Sharmila Rege's work about how the British introduced the process of "Brahmanisation" in colonial India.

This is the exact thing Hindu nationalists are doing rn! And have been doing forever! Protecting Western imperialists! Why do you think Modi is bootlicking the US so much? Do you think the farmers' protests and the after effects of globalization after 1991 are disconnected from Western imperialism?

Just because nationalists claim to be against white dominance doesn't mean they practice what they preach.

And this folks is why you need to incorporate class and gender in your analysis and not read about the work of only the middle class men of a community :)

Women and poor people matter too.

But unfortunately many earlier anti caste activists who were middle or upper class were anti Marxists and only later few like the Dalit Panthers and R.B More realized the importance of Marxist analysis for understanding modern caste based oppression more. Yes many Indian Marxists ignored casteism. But that does not mean we must dispose it as a useless theory.

But who tf cares about the Dalit Panthers or anyone else? Have you even heard of any other names that aren't Phule or Ambedka? Everyone followed and still follow people like Periyar, Ambedkar, Phule who were all from relatively well off family. And why will people who uncritically follow these people not think colonization was as bad? All of them attended British school and went for higher studies as well. The British was staunchly anti communist. They constantly resisted communist activists in colonial India. This is a privilege even today many people from oppressed castes cannot enjoy.

I have seen all these upper caste women, ignore people like me pointing this out. They think we're against education of oppressed castes (why would I advocate that for my own community?). But rather we take issue to these men ignoring their economic and male privilege and speaking on behalf of all of us.

A reminder that Periyar criminalized devadasis and read Ambedkar's arguments against Hindutva solutions to the Partition (hint: he cared more about the money that could be wasted in missionaries rather than the violence and human rights and unironically called Muslim people "tyrannical" and referred to "Muslim oppression" on Hindus). He was anti casteist, but he was Islamophobic.

To avoid with this kind of thinking, follow Dalit feminist theory. Dalit femininism from its inception has been pro Marxist (cause women make most of poor here). And they explain the effects of colonization on lower caste women (how the British introduced evidence act, a law that justified rape against lower caste women and let me remind you gang rape of lower caste women by upper caste men is a national issue. Ex the Manipur case, the rape of Phoolan Devi, the Hathras case etc). And how dowry (that earlier used to be a practice mainly amongst upper castes was now becoming dominant in lower castes as well due to capitalization of economy during colonial era). Maybe then you will understand why the British abolished sati but not any temple prostitution or other issues faced exclusively by women from oppressed castes. In fact they called upper caste women those who deserve to be protected but lower caste women were inherently deviant in their justification. But please go ahead and argue how imperialism brings "good things" sometimes.

Just read about caste reformation during colonial era. The choice isn't between hindutva and colonial era. The choice is between hindutva and hindutva along with colonial rule. Why do most liberals pretend the British never favored the Brahmins over everybody else?

White supremacy is so much better than Hindu supremacy for women of lower castes am I right guys?

This is so much better?

Also reminded of the "breast cloth" controversy. Do not mistake that anti caste activism is always anti caste for both Dalit men and women. Sometimes it favors Dalit men. And oppresses Dalit women further. Cause usually the colonizers never cared about oppressed castes but when they did, it was only for the men.

Ik many upper caste Marxists are not good at anti caste politics but I cannot separate Marxism from my anti caste or feminist politics. And as a Marxist from a formerly colonized country, I cannot ignore the imperial divide between the West (that is white dominated) and the global south (that includes India). You cannot separate the conditions of brown and black people today in the global south from the past dynamics of the colonizer and the colonized.

Lower caste women are obviously very poor. The poorest of all with least social protection. These upper caste women can sit on their asses and write papers and blogs on how much white supremacy was much cooler. But the ones from oppressed castes and working class? They don't have this privilege. They have the same burden of upper caste women related to marriage and domestic work and everything. But on top of that they have to do labor as well. And after globalization, when condition of "blue collar jobs" degraded (wages lowered, subsidies cut, worker protection rights gone etc) , the percentage of women in these fields increased. That's not a coincidence. Men always force women into lower earning occupations that have little job security. I am not gonna ignore this.

Fuck Hindutva. But fuck white supremacy too. For me neither is better. Both go hand in hand in fact. Look at the Hindu nationalists in France allying with white supremacists over shared conservative interests.

#Dalit femininism #india #marxist feminism

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wutheringmights · 8 months

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Hey out of curiosity, I know most of the main cast in CTB is pulled from either Legend of Zelda game canons (Princess Zelda, Lana, Ganondorf in name, etc) or Linked Universe, but out of your original characters (especially Kat, Marigold, and the various Knights of Hyrule), did u give any of them symbolic or referential names?

Oh boy do I got the fun post for you:

Lincoln is straight up my Linksona. Just think of him as another version of the character Link

Marigold is supposed to be the typical red-headed love interest for a Link-like character; even her name is meant to fit right in with characters like Malon, Marin, and Midna.

Warriors's last name was originally going to be Warton, but I changed it to Walton when I learned that it meant "noble."

Meemaw is a reference to the Bertolt Brecht character Mother Courage (from his play Mother Courage and Her Children; I had just finished reading it for a seminar class when CTB first came to me). The characters even share a first name: Anna

Similarly, Kat is based off of Mother Courage's daughter, Kattrin; a famously silent-due-to-truama character

Kat's siblings also share names and fates with Mother Courage's sons: Eli is Eilif, and Cheddar is Swiss Cheese (yes, that's his real name)

Orlanda was named for Virginia Woolf's famous character Orlando; originally, I was going to have Orlanda be nonbinary, but changed my mind when I realized it wouldn't be a good idea to make your sacrificial character your nonbinary representation.

Shigeo's name was originally just going to be Shig, as a reference to Shigeru Miyamoto, but I changed it when I started to rewatch Mob Psycho 100. Shigeo is meant to be a homage to a common original character type I kept reading in Warriors-centric fics: the young Sheikah guy for Warriors to have a romance with. However, Shigeo was never envisioned with a romantic relationship in mind. He was always meant to be this cool, older guy type. However, I did almost have Warriors have a crush on him, then deleted that concept for space.

Gaudin was named after a French criminal for no reason. Genuinely, I just liked the name.

Anders was originally going to be named Betolt in honor of Brecht, but that felt heavy handed.

Jakucho is just meant to be the old woman version of the general Impa character to match the badass young woman version that is actually in Hyrule Warriors. Her name means "silent, lonely listening." I liked how it related to her role as Warriors's mentor/therapist.

Impa's real name, Chiyo, means "thousand generations, thousand worlds." I like how it related to the idea that she's always wanted to assume the same role as her ancestors.

I originally picked their surname Miyashita because the site I was on said it translated to something like "temple below the earth," which would reference the Kakariko Well. Checking now, it actually means "(one who lives) below the shrine," which makes way more sense in retrospect.

Ayane has no special name meaning, but her character... you do realize she's just Mask, right?

General Whitestone's name came from me asking myself what would a highly suspicious white guy in charge be called?

The name Nephus translates to "a God's son who will also become a God." Do I mean that literally? Who knows. At the very least, I wanted a snappy, but impressive-sounding name.

Vasileios means "royal or kingly". His middle name, Orionides, implies that he's the son of a great hunter.

Icarius's name is meant to be reminiscent to that of Icaurs, the famous mythological figure.

Philo means "lover or friend." A very cute name for a not-so-cute boy.

You probably have realized that the House of Nephus characters are heavily Greek/Roman coded. Originally, they were going to be Russian coded, but then the line about Faovaria being unable to attack some other kingdom due to their harsh winters would have fallen into question.

Faovaria's symbol being an octopus is a reference to how the octopuses symbolized immortality in ancient Greece.

Both of those were super off-topic. Sorry lol

I'll end with a fun fact you shouldn't look too deep into: the empire name Faovaria is derived from Farore. This was due to a concept I changed my mind about. Genuinely, it's not relevant anymore. Do not incorporate it into your theories, or something.

#i don't make it my policy to give every character special name meanings so if i didn't bring someone up...#...it's probably because I just liked that name to begin with #but fun fact I was looking at one of my old fanfics and i also used the name Marigold for a throwaway character and it gave me whiplash #me rambling #lu ctb #ask #linked universe #shoot-i-messed-up #ctb lore #ALSO the reason why Faovarians in general were going to be russian coded is SO STUPID that I don't even want to mention it. like it's super #embarrassing and I'm a little ashamed that I almost did a whole plot point about it #ALSO I know that Greek and Roman is not the same and there are people who will be mad that I conflate the two #but consider this: I do not care

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i think its funny you can make your character have Cyrus hair in legends arceus. like the mars ancestor was like "ouh i have an idea :3" and gives you the "wanted criminal who tried to remake the world" haircut. Like... do we tell her?

I mean Cyrus doesn't even exist yet in PLA so trying to tell her might get you some weird looks

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #cyrus

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Eight: One Must Lose

pairing: victorian au!javi g x f!oc Lady Florence Bell

chapter rating: M (talks of infidelity, talks of bisexuality, period-realistic class/social/gender dynamics, angst, happy-ish ending) unedited/un-proofread.

word count: 4.9k

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London felt particularly cold as Lady Florence’s carriage rolled into town, the bleak and dreary winter seemingly affecting the men and women of the city just as it had her. There wasn’t a smile to be found amongst the townspeople passing by, a frown decorating their faces instead of the smiles she was accustomed to back in the countryside. Still, in all the scowls and dark clouds looming over the city, there was one thing that served as a beacon of light for her—Javi.

Although she felt stuffed neck-high with guilt over her night with Frankie, she couldn’t bring herself to ruminate on it too much, the prospect of being in her other lovers arms too inviting—too exciting. She missed Javi’s wit, his humor, his bright smile that never seemed to disappear for too long in her presence. She missed the way everything felt okay when he was near, that calm sense that life would work out just how it was supposed to. And above all else, she missed holding him close, feeling the warmth and firmness of his body against hers, his hands carrying such tenderness and affection as they mapped her out as if to learn her by memory. Though she’d lied and told Frankie they were waiting for marriage to consummate their love, no such antiquated promises were made, and she couldn’t help but daydream about what their first time together would be like—and when it would occur.

“We’ve arrived, m’lady,” the carriage driver announced, pulling Florence from her daydream. She looked out the window of the carriage and smiled at the stone facing of Javi’s family home, so beautifully manicured and tended to that she quickly decided it was the finest home in all of London.

As she was helped out of the carriage by one of the Gutiérrez estate’s butlers, Javi was quick to jog down the front steps of the home to relieve the man currently holding Florence’s hand, exchanging it for his own.

“My love,” he hummed as he gave her a fond smile. “It’s been too long.”

“It’s only been a day and a half,” she reminded with a chuckle.

“You’re right. A minute is too long. A day? That’s criminal.”

“I’ve missed you,” she reached to touch his face and he leaned into it.

“Are you tired from the journey? My father is staying in the country for the remainder of the season, but my mum is here and would like you to join us for tea if you’d like.”

“Oh, I’d love to!” She beamed, the prospect of spending her afternoon with Javier’s mother filling her heart with enough joy to wash away the lingering guilt of last night’s indiscretion.

Javi held Florence’s hand firmly as he walked her up the stairs of his family home, proudly showing his new bride-to-be off to his entire servant staff as they admired her from afar.

“I forgot how lovely your home is,” she commented as they made their way through the grand foyer and down the hall with walls adorned with golden-framed paintings of his ancestors and distant relatives.

“It’s my mother’s doing,” he whispered. “If it were up to my father, I think the walls would be bare and the furniture covered with beige tapestry.”

“Your father is an unlikable man,” she lamented. “I’m very glad you’re nothing like him. I think if you were, I’d resent you.”

“If I were, I would resent myself more than I already seem to,” he chuckled, but his words didn’t amuse Florence. What did Javi have to resent himself for? “Forgive me, my love. I don’t mean to weigh your thoughts down with my self-deprecation.”

“Javi, my dear, there is nothing in you worth resenting,” she assured earnestly, resting her hand upon his face. “You are simply good. I do not wish to hear your opinions on anything that alludes to the contrary.”

“Whatever you wish,” he smiled, though it failed to reach his eyes like it normally did. “Come, let us not keep my mother waiting too long. She’ll come looking for us.”

With a nod, Florence buried her interest in the conversation for the time being, instead focusing on righting herself so that she could present properly to the Viscountess.

Entering the grand tea room, it’s mint green baroque walls and bright white molding around the ceiling and floors momentarily fooling Miss Bell into believing spring had come in the matter of minutes, the Viscountess looked elated to see the couple entering the room hand in hand. She rose from her chaise amd glided across the floor to greet Florence with a tight embrace, throwing all formal decorum out the window.

“My dear, you look positively stunning. Even after a trip as grueling as that, you seem to be glowing. You must tell me your secret,” she praised with a friendly smile, welcoming Florence over to the sofa in the middle of the room. Javi followed behind, sitting in an armchair across from the two women, watching Florence engage with his mother with a content and nearly prideful smile. “How was your trip? I hope the rain didn’t cause any delays.”

“No, no,” Florence shook her head and smiled. “It went as smoothly as one could hope. Truthfully, I find the rain to be quite soothing, more than snowfall at least.”

“Really?” she implored with a chuckle. “I would take the snow over the rain any day.”

“Ideally, there wouldn’t be either,” Florence joked. “But if I had to make the choice, I’d choose rain. I find it to make quite a good ambience for ruminating.”

“Do you ruminate often?” she asked while ringing the bell sitting on the end table beside her.

“I try to,” Florence replied.

“On ideas such as?” the Viscountess implored.

“Many things,” Florence answered. “Mostly the arts, and I suppose my own feelings.”

“Those are very private matters,” she chuckled. “So I shall only question you more about the arts. What is your preferred medium?”

“I quite enjoy painting,” Florence replied, chancing a glance at her lover across from her. His gaze met hers instantaneously, like he’d been waiting for her to finally look his way ever since she sat down. Blushing, she turned back to his mother and attempted to continue her thought. “My younger sister is quite good at writing. I wish that I had the gift, it seems much less time consuming than painting a scene.”

“I was quite fond of writing when I was a young girl, as well. I found it quite…therapeutic, I suppose. Although, I haven’t picked up a quill to write for myself in years.”

“Well, it’s never too late to begin again,” Florence suggested with a casualness that seemed to be appreciated by the Viscountess.

“I miss the optimism of youth,” she mused with an airy sigh, her eyes turning to greet her servant as they approached with a tray of tea, setting it down on the coffee table between where the ladies and Javi sat. “Thank you, Rodrick.”

The servant bowed and graced the Viscountess with a smile.

“Now then, before we get too wrapped up in the arts, I would like to discuss the wedding with both of you,” her accent was almost exactly like Javi’s, only a tad stronger. “Where are we to host this no doubt lavish event?”

“My love,” Javi gestured to Florence, but she didn’t look any wiser than him.

“I haven’t given it much thought,” she admitted, much to the Viscountess’s shock. “I do not have much of a preference.”

“W-we could have it in Spain,” Javi suggested, nerves written in the way he bounced his knee and stuttered. “It would be less crowded that way.”

“Don’t you want a crowd on your wedding day, Miss Bell?” The Viscountess turned to Florence, sipping her tea.

“I don’t much care for an abundance of people who do not truly know me,” she replied, eyes flickering to Javi’s for support.

“So, Spain?” The Viscountess turned to her son and asked him since it was clear his bride-to-be was clueless.

“Yes,” Javi nodded.

“And are we thinking of spring?” she asked, this time Javi shrugged.

“We haven’t gotten the chance to speak much about it, mamá,” he sighed out a chuckle, wringing his hands together. “Perhaps it would be better to wait until the summer.”

“Are you content with waiting six months?” she asked him with a laugh.

“I’m content,” he replied before judging his chin towards Florence. “And you, my love?”

“Summer sounds wonderful,” she forced a smile onto her face, hoping that neither of her current company could sense just how anxious she was becoming.

Six months. That’s all she had left to herself, and then…she’d simply be a bride.

“Well,” the Viscountess stood, clapping her hands together. “I will not keep you any longer, I’m sure you’re weary from the trip. Javi, would you kindly show her to her chamber?”

“Yes,” he replied, standing up and eagerly accepted Florence’s hand.

As the pair walked through the halls of the manor, Javi’s hand squeezed Florence’s, words seemingly failing them for the time being.

While guilt swarmed like an attack of locusts inside her head, Javi had his own shame weighing heavily on his broad and perfectly postured shoulders. Mr. Seaworth, in all his snide and harsh temperament, had meant a great deal to the Viscount-heir, or at least he had before their relationship turned sour and filled with jealousy. He was glad to have him gone, but he felt a pit in his chest at his absence, though it felt pale in comparison to the pit he was sure would form if Florence had ever bowed out of his life.

“Is that Mr. Seaworth?” Florence spoke as if she had direct and crystal clear insight into his mind, her gloved finger pointing at a painting of a younger Mr. Seaworth and his family.

“Yes,” Javi finally spoke after a few beats of study, the painting having gone unseen by his eyes for many years now. “His family has been friends of my mother’s for at least a decade now.”

“Mm,” Florence hummed and turned from the painting to Javi, studying the anxiety in his dark but warm eyes. “You mentioned something about him last time we spoke at my family’s home.”

“Yes,” he turned to her and cracked a hesitant smile. “But I’m afraid I’m terribly nervous to speak about it.”

“You needn’t be,” she assured, resting her hand on his arm. “Please, tell me.”

“In your room,” he finally gave in and finished guiding her towards her chamber.

When they entered the room, it’s pale pink walls dimmed by the dwindling of the already hidden sun, Florence took her place by the window, sitting on a chaise lounge. Javi lit a candle and carried it over to the windowsill, setting it down before taking his place beside his bride-to-be.

“I have long struggled with this truth, a truth that I know is certain to be valid—to be accurate. I do not wish for you to question it’s validity, or my love’s validity, for I know that I love you without question. I know that I crave you as often as I breathe,” he began, grabbing both of Florence’s hands and shedding them of the satin that kept their skin apart. Lifting her eyes to her lover’s, she waited eagerly for him to continue speaking. “I am a man who delights in many things. I take pleasure in many things. I appreciate the softness of a woman’s curves as much as I appreciate the rigidity of a man’s brow. I, in short, have loved both sexes, and, unfortunately, Mr. Seaworth has been one of them.”

“Oh, my love,” Florence cooed, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. “Is this what you were nervous to tell me?” Javier shrugged bashfully. “You needn’t be nervous any longer. I do not care who you’ve loved or what they were. I do not dare pass judgements upon you for indulging in all life has to offer, as someone who’s indulged herself. Not with the same gender, perhaps, but indulged nonetheless.”

“You don’t mind that—forgive me for my crudeness—that I’ve enjoyed the touch of a man?” he asked in disbelief, sure that she would cast him out just as his father had.

“No,” she shook her head adamantly and gripped both of his hands firmly, as if to cement her indifference on the subject into his mind permanently.

“Do you wish to know more? About Seaworth and I?” he asked, now sure that she wouldn’t rebuff him over his sexual preferences.

“If you would like to tell me, I’d quite like to listen.”

Javi smiled, albeit nervously and giddily, as though he was a child spilling all the secrets he’d been forced to hide within.

“It began as it always does, at least for me, with a deep, sentimental friendship. As I mentioned, we met through my mother and his mother, the two women kind-natured unlike their husbands, as you’ve seen firsthand with my father,” Javi began, excitedly recalling the events that led him and Mr. Seaworth to the present.

He told her about their friendship, how it was rooted deeply in their mutual respect of the arts—Seaworth dreaming of becoming a playwright and Javi dreaming of becoming a painter. Eventually, their friendship began to turn into something more feverish, more…desperate. Both men had to suppress these urges in the past, but now together, vulnerable and left alone too often, could explore them freely, and so they did.

“It was never something serious,” he assured. “I did not love him, not…not like I love you. I didn’t want to spend my life with him, but there was an undeniable weaving of his life into mine over the years that prevented me from punishing him for his jealous antics and foul mood. Until, that is, I met you.”

Javi pinched Florence’s chin before leaning in to steal a kiss, their content hums at the rejoining of their lips sounding out at the same time.

“Like that,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt that for Seaworth, no matter how much he begged me to. I could love him in some ways—I love his art, his passion, his humor at times, but I do not live him for his breathing, for his mere existing, for his faults as I do you.”

Florence couldn’t do anything more than blush at his praise, her heart beating twice as fast as it normally did.

“Mr. Seaworth was very jealous of you, of the effect you have on me. He began to get malicious, to plot against you as though you were anything to plot against. The night I cast him out, I saw nothing left in him that warmed my soul. The friend I once had had vanished, and in it’s place I found a beast of jealousy and cruelty. I sent him away, knowing that as long as he remained in my company, you and I would never find peace. You see, my sweet love, mi amor, mi…mi vida,” he enunciated the word with vigor. “With a party of three, as far as love and peace are concerned, one must lose. Be it now or later, one must be crowned victor, and one must returned to whence it came with it’s tail tucked between its leg. And so, knowing I could breathe without you, I crowned you the victor of my heart, and Seaworth the loser.”

Florence swallowed the lump of guilt that gathered in her throat, her eyes seemingly giving away her inner turmoil as Javi’s eyes began to fill with concern as well.

“My love?” he asked, as soft as a whisper.

“I betrayed you,” she confessed in a soft gasp, as though she was shocked the words were coming out of her mouth. A tear ran down her cheek and she lowered her head, pulling her hands from his. “I betrayed you and laid with Mr. Morales.”

At once, Javi stood. He stared down at her for a moment with an unreadable expression, something, if she had to guess, that looked like pure and absolute hurt.

As quickly as he stood, he left, the door a dull thud as he pulled it closed behind him, leaving his intended to sit with the weight of her confession, and how ironically it contrasted with his own. While it was easy for him to choose a winner and a loser, Florence, in her youth and softness of heart, could not manage it herself.

The next morning, Florence awoke to a knock on her door.

“Miss,” a soft, feminine voice sounded on the other side of the wood.

“Come in,” Florence croaked, sitting upright and massaging her temples. He head ached after a long night of crying into her pillow, scolding herself for her confession.

A tiny woman, hardly old enough to be considered a woman, entered with a friendly, but mindful smile. She carried with her a gown and an envelope, sealed with her family’s crest.

“For you,” she announced, resting the gown on the bed and handing over the envelope.

Florence was quick to open it, a gasp leaving her mouth as she read the contents of the letter addressed to her by her brother.

My dearest Sister,

I am pleased to inform you of my upcoming nuptials to Lady Maribel. I have sent over a gown for you to wear tonight to dinner, if you and Lord Javier would kindly join us. Further details on the wedding will ensue. I look forward to celebrating the end of my time as a bachelor in the company of my dearest sibling.

With love,

Benjamin.

“My goodness,” Florence looked up at the servant who she did not know well enough to relay the shock of the announcement. “Is Javier awake?”

“Mr. Gutierrez is out of the house today,” she informed, further twisting the knife in Florence’s stomach.

“Have you any idea on where he’s gone?” she asked, desperate to see him, to talk to him in the way that only they talk.

“I believe he mentioned something about the theater, though I cannot be sure,” she replied.

Florence breathed in a shaky breath of jealousy, the idea of Javi finding comfort in the arms of another turning her stomach sour. She swallowed the vomit that creeped up her throat at the mere thought of losing him, of losing his friendship and love.

“Very well.” She stood up and tried to feign indifference. “I would quite like to promenade this morning.”

“I’m afraid Mrs. Gutierrez is preoccupied as well, Miss.”

“I don’t need a chaperone,” she snapped, taking her sickening jealousy out on the wrong person. Gathering herself, she sighed and reached to touch the woman’s shoulder. “Excuse my shortness, I am not feeling well. I think a breath of fresh, crisp air will do me well. Can you arrange a horse for me, miss?”

“I do not think Mr. Gutiérrez—“

“I believe I may be the last thing on his mind today,” she forced herself to chuckle at her own words, the possibility of them holding any truth scaring her more than she cared to admit, even to herself.

“Your wish,” the woman bowed and left the room to fulfill Florence’s request while the future Viscountess dressed for the day.

Setting out on her own was indeed a quite unheard of venture for a young woman. London, while not necessarily a dangerous place in most aspects, did have it’s occasional criminals and troublemakers lurking in hidden alleyways, but Florence assured herself that she was simply going to the park. Nothing ever happened in the park, as it was much too busy with the snobby upper class who seemed to take pleasure in imprisoning the more unfortunate souls to wander the city.

Riding there on horseback proved to be an entertaining sight for the gentlemen wandering the city. She felt bored by their catcalls and lingering stares. Hadn’t they anything better to do than to spend their time gawking at her? She supposed not, and that alone reminded her of the very reason she was so taken with both Frankie and Javier. They were men with passion, men that had honed their skill through years of focus and practice. These men, in their suits and false gaiety, had nothing better to do than torment and spend their great-great grandfather’s fortune. How incredibly dull.

When Florence finally arrived at the park, she tied her horse up to a tree and patted it goodbye before making her rounds. Typically, a freshly engaged woman would be seen with her doting lover, parading their romance for all to see, but as Javi seemed to be preoccupied, she was left alone to show off the flashy engagement ring he’d placed upon her finger.

“Miss Bell!” exclaimed a bubbly voice that sounded like every sophisticated lady she’d spent her entire youth avoiding like the plague. Turning in the direction of the sickly sweet tone, she was met with the scrutinizing eyes of Miss Blanche Greene, Miss Beatrice Townsend, and Miss Claire Weatherfield.

Each of the women were dressed in their best silks and satin, their hair ornately thrown up with ringlets cascading around their soft, heart shaped faces. They were known to be quite ruthless in their gossip and opinions, and judging by the way they eyed her relatively modest gown, she would be the newest subject of their chatter.

“I had half a mind to believe we’d never see you again,” Miss Blanche spoke first. “Locked away in the countryside with your betrothed.”

“Speaking of, where is the dashing Mr. Gutierrez?” Miss Claire asked, every bit as pompous as the bright pink of her gown.

“He’s engaged at the moment,” Florence replied, not bothering to hide her distaste for the conversation, and for the women.

“Is it true your brother is marrying Lady Maribel?” Miss Beatrice asked.

“Yes,” Florence nodded. “I’m quite happy for both of them.”

“Leave it to Benjamin to marry a Spaniard,” Miss Claire whispered, not so successfully, to Miss Blanche.

“If you ladies are done, I would quite like to finish my walk,” Florence gestured to the pathway in front of her.

“Yes, yes,” Miss Blanche smirked at her as she gave her leave.

It wasn’t long into her promenade that a hand grazed her arm from behind, causing her to whip her head around and swat the unwelcome groper, that is until she saw who the hand belonged to.

“Javi!” she exhaled, resting her hand over her heart in hopes of slowing the pace. “You scared me.”

“My apologies,” he chuckled and offered his hand properly. “What on earth are you doing out here by yourself, mi vida?”

Florence eyed his hand for a moment before taking it, a bit thrown by his sudden cheerfulness when last she saw, he was leaving her alone.

“I was trying to distract myself,” she replied as they continued their walk. “I heard you’d gone to the theater—“

“Yes,” he nodded, though his eyes held no guilt. “I did not go for the reasons you’re thinking. I simply had business to take care of.”

“Mm,” she hummed, still not convinced. “Regardless, I suppose whatever occurred can be forgiven given my own…transgressions.”

“Florence,” he sighed. “I do not…I do not…I—“ He seemed to struggle for words which did nothing for the anxiety she felt. “I do not wish to play the role of second any longer. I love you,” he squeezed her hand that rested on his arm. “But I ache. You’ve made me ache. I’ve never loved this way before, so deeply, so painfully. I thought…if I gave you my forgiveness, my trust, my understanding, you’d realize the love that I have for you, and you wouldn’t hurt me. But you have. The very moment I left, I feared you would, and you did.”

“Javi,” she started, nearing tears.

“Please don’t cry,” he soothed. “I am not leaving you. I love you. But I will state this plainly, once and for all: if you cannot make this choice yourself, I will have no other option but to make it for you. If you cannot choose me over him,” he paused, swallowing thickly as if it hurt him to speak the words. “Then I will walk away. And I will not come back.”

Florence’s chest heaved as though she was having a panic attack, her hand trembling as it clutched his arm for dear life.

“Look at me, my sweet angel,” he guided her eyes to his with a lift of her chin. “I love you. More than I love anyone.”

“And I love you,” she choked out, earnest and sincere, but full of fear. “I’m…I feel like I will—excuse me.”

Javi watched as Florence ran off into the park, hiding her frame behind a bush. He came nearer, the sounds of her retching now clear. She was made sick with fear of losing him, and while he shouldn’t have rejoiced over this, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of confidence. Sometimes, he wondered if she loved him at all, or if it was just a game of friendship, of alliance, to her. But seeing her bent over a shrub in public, for every watchful eye to witness, he knew that her love for him ran deep enough to turn her sick.

With a hand to her back, he rubbed soothing circles until she’d finished. When she stood, her olive skin looked pale, her eyes glassy.

“I think I should get back to bed,” she croaked, nervous to meet his eye.

“I think…I will join you,” he smiled.

“At home?”

“Yes, and in your bed.” Florence flushed, her eyes meeting his. She furrowed her brows as she took in his smile. “You have nothing to fear, my love. I am not leaving you unless you force me. Please don’t force me.”

“April,” she spoke abruptly, earning a furrow of his brow.

“Pardon?”

“The wedding. I would like for it to be in April,” she replied. “The first Saturday in April. In Spain.”

“Yes,” he replied, sucking in a sharp breath and smiling widely. “I think that sounds lovely.”

“Four months,” she smiled. “And then, I am your wife.”

“And I,” he started, fighting the urge to kiss her. “Will be your husband.”

“Sister,” Benjamin greeted Florence with a bright smile as she stepped into their family’s London townhome where tonight’s dinner was held. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“And you,” she chuckled. “I’ve never seen you so giddy.”

“I never had cause to be, not until Mari,” he beamed again before turning to Javi. “My brother, or at least soon to be.”

“And cousin? Strange to work out all the intricacies of our intermingled family,” he laughed. “But, I cannot fault you for your choice in bride.”

“And neither can I. I am glad that we will be family soon. You make my sister very happy, and that is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Javi looked to Florence as she floated around the room, mingling with old family friends. He watched the way everyone seemed to light up in her presence, her jewel of an existence brightening every room.

“She makes me feel every emotion a human is capable of feeling. I cannot say I long for much in her company, except—“

“I’ve heard,” Benjamin cut in, a sympathetic look on his face. “But, I have good news on that front. Mr. Morales will be offered a place at my Uncle’s estate in America in the coming weeks. I do not imagine he will turn it down, as it comes with his very own land and title.”

“Who’s told you this?” Javi asked, half-elated, half-fearful for Florence’s reaction to the news.

“My father,” Benjamin replied. “I am on orders not to tell my sister. But, I suppose you are not. If you wanted—“

“I cannot,” he shook his head. “She would run after him, or, worse, think it was my doing.”

“It’s best to let things unfold naturally,” Benjamin advised. “After my wedding, there will be no need for her to revisit the country until after your own. If you can keep her occupied until then, she will not even realize he’s gone. She can move on, live the happy life she was meant to live with you.”

“This feels…deceitful,” Javi trembled. “I am not sure I can lie to her.”

“There is no deceit,” Benjamin argued. “You are not lying. It is simply a matter that does not involve her. Choose yourself, Javier. I love my sister, but she is young and full of folly. She doesn’t realize what she deserves, what she needs. Whisk her away to Spain, or Paris, or…the bloody West Indies. Anywhere. Show her what she truly deserves, and before she realizes it, she will no longer think of him. Only of you.”

“I must excuse myself,” Javi cleared his throat. “I need wine.”

“Yes,” Benjamin nodded and gestured to the servants floating about the room with trays of wine. “Drink all you wish, dear brother. Tonight is a night meant for celebration.”

“Celebration indeed,” Florence joined the men again and beamed brightly, looking towards her betrothed. “Come love, I miss you.”

“Anything you ask, mi vida. Anything.”

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if you could write a scanlan x fem reader smut where the reader is either a human or a half orc, I don’t have anything specific in mind. Vox machina smut is rare and I can’t find anything for scanlan 😭

Hello! Of course I can do this one! I have a half orc imagine in the works so, I’m gonna do a female human reader for you! Tbh, the reason I started writing stuff again was for the same reason as you stated. Time to fuel the Fandom! One post at a time! Of course as always, if this is not up to your standard, let me know! I can always retype! Happy Reading!

Critical Role Vox Machina

Sweet Melodies

Scanlan X Fem! Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Scanlan, a player and a Bard. Looking for love yet scared to be held down.

He doesn’t know why he has this problem. He has always had this fear of just giving all his love and affection into someone and them to just discard it like nothing and leave. He thinks it will always be this way. Well, maybe he hasn’t met the right person to change his thought process.

Y/n is a monk. She dedicated herself to be holy and never medal with the affairs of the darkness. No matter what it was. She had her stray moments that she is not proud of but, she forgave herself and her ancestors have as well. She is not associated with a God of any sort. Not yet anyway. She hasn’t found the right one she wants to dedicate her life to.

She wears a sapphire and gold amulet to represent her family. She is a fighter. She’s not all that much peaceful. She has righteous judgment and will crush her enemies. She uses a specially crafted short sword that was pasted down in her family for generations. She also has an enchanted gold arm brace that turns into a gold staff on command to get her out of tight situations. She travels around the world trying to find her place. She helps people when needed and she brings judgement upon the unjust.

How her and Scanlan met was interesting.

Scanlan and the crew were doing a small bounty to get some coin in there pocket for there new (New to them) Keep. Well, the thieves camp they came to clear had the thieves that they were looking for… plus, a lot of company. Scanlan thought it was a criminal convention with how many there were. He soon got surrounded as did the rest of the group individually. He was about to strum to use Mage Hand to get out of there but, one of his strings broke,

“Oh Damn it. Why now of all times!?!”

Right before one of the attackers struck, a SHING was heard. Scanlan watched as a girl launched herself out of the tree that was behind him, land in front of him, and deflect the attack coming towards him. She wore blue robes that crossed her body from hip to shoulder. She had wraps around her chest and knuckles. From this angle, that’s all Scanlan could see. She kicked the attacker away with such a force that he was knocked back into the crowd behind him and he knocked over a few of the guys he flew into. Scanlan’s eyes were wide,

“Oh Damn.”

The mysterious girl sheathed her sword and quickly turned to the gnome bard. She held out her hand,

“Let’s help your friends now. I’ll be by your side.”

The bard blushed slightly. She was gorgeous. She had beautiful raven hair tied in a ponytail with a stripe of silver hair pulled forward to blow in the wind. Her stunning blue eyes made contact with his amber ones. He hesitantly took her hand,

“Y-Yeah. Let’s do that.”

The girl took the gold band off of her arm and tossed into the air, instantly turning it into a staff. Soon enough, they were launched into the air.. The staff was back to the band on her arm. Scanlan kept his eyes screwed shut until his feet gently made contact with the ground. He opened his eyes to see the rest of his group. Pike was the first to say something,

“Scanlan! Where did you go? You just upped and disappeared!”

Scanlan finally removed his hand from yours as he ran towards his group,

“Well, I got surrounded and my string broke but, this girl saved me.”

The said girl was already taken off into battle. She had her short sword drawn and was helping. She weaved amongst the group like she had been fighting with them her whole life. She knew where she was needed and when.

After that all the thieves were defeated, the group finally caught there breath. Scanlan looked up and saw his savior making her way out of the village. He quickly tossed his lute aside and ran to catch up with her.

“Wait! Hey!”

He called out as he ran towards her. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him over her shoulder. When he finally caught up, he put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath,

“B-before you g-go. I just wanted to ask you a question.”

He finally got his breathing under control and stood up,

“I want to know the name of my savior please.”

This made the girl tilt her head and put her hand into her short pocket. Her eyes held such purity and kindness.

“My name is Y/n. I am one with the wind and the bringer of justice. If you need me, Call to it.”

With that, she tossed an opal carving to the gnome bard. Little did he know that the carving was of her family crest, if he was going to ask around about her, that would give him the answers he seeks. He stumbled to catch the the carving but caught it. The carving was a ring with a beautiful flower in the middle. As he struggled slightly, a breeze swept over the land. He looked up to see that she was gone. Gone with the breeze.

He stood there for a second with the words ringing in his head. He slowly turned back to the group and made his way back to them.

*TIME SKIP A COUPLE MONTHS*

Scanlan could not get the girl out of his head. Every time he went to make moves on anyone, his heart would hurt. He thought about her every second of every day. Every time he would think of anyone else, his heart would ache. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He kept her carving in his pocket at all times.

The day after that encounter with her, he asked around with the carving until he found a monk that knew what the carving was. He told Scanlan that the carving was the crest of the Sato family. The last of them pasted away long ago. There has been many rumors of a helping girl that carry’s the crest. The monk told him that the only girl born in the Sato family was a girl named Y/n, which the monk thought that‘s who the girl was. Scanlan confirmed it. The monk told him as much as he could remember of the family. Scanlan absorbed all of it. He at least knew a lot more about this girl but, the more he knew, the more he would think about her and the more his heart would ache.

He sat up in the night and just think about Y/n. His room was eerily silent. His ears picked up on the whistling of the wind. Wait… wind. Hold on.

He quickly sat up and put on his robe. He will get to the bottom of this right now. He will stop these all nighters and the heat aches.

Scanlan made his way to the Keep’s garden and stood in the middle of it. He held the carving and looked at it before speaking to the wind,

“Hey. I don’t think this is what you meant but… Oh screw it. Y/n, I need you.”

The carving softly glowed blue before the glow disappeared. He looked up to see the cause of his inner turmoil. Y/n stood on the wall of the Keep. She dropped down and walked to the nearby pond and took a seat, crossed legged.

Scanlan stared in shock. His heart pounded in his ears. His breath caught in his throat. He slowly walked to the sitting figure. Y/n eyes watched him carefully. He sat next to her, facing her. He locked eyes with her. The pure, kind eyes looked into his troubled ones.

Y/n knew what was wrong. She reads auras. She can feel the turmoil and confusion in his. She closed her eyes to ask her ancestors what to do. She slowly opened her eyes after being told. To cleanse his spirit would be more than a ritual, it would be a self sacrifice.

She locked eyes with him again and reached her hand out and caressed his cheek,

“I know what your troubles are. I sought out guidance on how to help you. You seek love but, is scared to take the leap of faith.”

She leaned closer to inspecting his face before continuing,

“As someone of faith, I know the consequences of wrong leaps but, sometimes, we have to just do it and hope it goes the best. My ancestors tell me to leap but, only if you are.”

The gnome’s brain short circuited. She knew everything. She understands him.

‘Am I ready to leap? Love one person for the rest of my life? It’s what I want…. Yes. I want to leap.’

After a couple seconds of thinking, Scanlan leaned forward to meet his lips with her’s. Finally, Scanlan found relief in his spirit. He knew that she was his ground. He refuses to be though out it for any longer. The kiss got progressively more needy. Scanlan snaked his tongue it her mouth. She let out a small moan. Her hands reached out and wrapped around him and found there way into his hair.

Y/n couldn’t believe that her ancestors were approving this. They know he is the one so, this is going to help him be put unto the right track. The one he has longed for. She was his savior, his salvation, her ground. He will let her know that she is all those and more.

Scanlan pulled her into his lap. He groped at her body. He knew this is the one. He will change for her. She is what he desired. He knew that she would be loyal and never just disappear. She will always be there for him.

The breeze woke them from there lust induced haze. He shivered.

“Maybe we should take this to my room.”

He lead her by her hand into the Keep and to his room. When he got to his room, he opened the door. After leading her to his plum silk sheets, he shut the door. He soon joined her on the bed. Of course, taking control.

The kissing resumed and soon, clothes were tossed across the room. Y/n lied under he kissed down her body, worshiping every inch of her. She absorbed every single kiss, suck, and nibble. He left hickeys across her body. Not one place didn’t have a bruise forming.

Y/n was a moaning mess as he made his way down.

“My Love, before we continue, how long has it been for you?”

Y/n swallowed thickly,

“It’s been about 8 years, My Beloved.”

Scanlan smirked,

“I promise I will be as gentle as I can but, with as beautiful as you are and ALL mine, I don’t know how gentle I can be for long.”

Y/n nodded,

“Scanlan, I am prepared. I’m stronger than I look and flexible.”

He kissed her thigh as he sat between her legs as he stared up at her,

“I know but, overstimulation is the slayer of the strongest people.”

With that he kissed her open clint, her heat was covered with her slick, she was more than ready for the real deal but, he wants to play with his beloved. He was to drive her insane. He wanted her to cum as may times as she could. She has been deprived for so long. He will make her reliant on his touch and his cock for pleasure. She is now his. He is now her’s. He wants the first time to be the best time of both over there lives.

As his lips kissed her heat, she let out a moan. Her hands reached down to grip his hair. He kept on. He started to prod your entrance with his tongue.

Soon enough, he added one of his hands that were holding onto your quivering thighs. He inserted a figure in to the tight wetness. He could feel you clinch on his finger.

Y/n arched her back and moaned. He started to move the finger back and forth with his hungry mouth. He was hungry for you. He wanted you to cum in his mouth. You taste like heaven to him already. He wants more, so much more.

Y/n’s thighs quivered more and more. Her hands gripped his hair as more stimulation was added. When he added a second finger, she felt a long sought feeling build in her abdomen.

Scanlan started to scissor the two digits, slowly stretching the tight hole. He sucked harder as he felt her start to arch and quiver more. He removed his other hand from your thigh and moved it to play with your swollen bud. That’s when you lost it. Hands gripped harder, thighs squeezed together, and a cry left her lips,

“My Beloved! Scanlan!”

He quickly removed his fingers and lightly sucked on your womanhood until all the juices were cleaned up by his mouth. While catching her breath, Y/n looked down to see Scanlan sucking on his fingers, cleaning them off. She saw her wetness drip down his hand as he lapped it up like a thirsty animal.

He smirked up at her,

"If you think that was all, Babe, you are greatly mistaken."

With that, he crawled forward, taking off his boxers in the process. She blushed at the slight glimpse she saw of his manhood before Scanlan blocked her sight with a kiss.

He kissed her with such passion and love that her hands reached up and found his way into his hair. The kiss seemed to last forever until Y/n felt his tip prod at her entrance.

The kiss ended. Scanlan breathed heavily has he looked down at her with such lust and love,

"Let's make some Sweet Melodies together."

She nodded vigorously.

When he entered her, all his work paid off. He was able to slide right in. No discomfort crossed her face, only pleasure filled moans and sighs.

Scanlan thrusted his hips at a set rhythm. He groaned along with her symphony of moans. The slapping sound of skin on skin was heard along with it.

His hands traveled around her body as hers did the same. He caressed her body while whispering sweet nothings to her has they made love.

Soon enough, Y/n felt that knot in her stomach form for the second time tonight. Her back arched once again. Scanlan immediately wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her start to tighten around his cock. He started to move his hips faster.

He actually felt like he was gonna come with her. This would be the fasted time he came in his life but, he was happy it was with his Love. Maybe that was a sign that she was the one.

Soon enough, Y/n reached down and grabbed his shoulders. She gripped onto him as she chanted 'I'm cumming' over and over again. Scanlan responded after a couple seconds with 'Me too, My Love. Me too.'

They then came together. He never usually empties himself in this partners but, this time, he did without hesitation. Y/n felt his cum fill her up. She knew why he did. He felt safe and secure with her. He knew that whatever happens, will happen and he will be there every step of the way and so will she.

After they both came down from their highs, Scanlan grabbed a nearby washcloth that he had in his drawer. He pulled out and cleaned himself off before cleaning Y/n off. He tossed the rag into the darkness and crawled up to cuddle his beautiful girlfriend.

She turned towards him and he turned to her. They interlocked on hand as they gazed into each other's eyes. He squeezed his hand a little tighter,

"I love you so much. Thank you for wanting to be mine."

She gave him a smile and squeezed back,

"I love you so much too. Thank you for overcoming your fears and deciding to stay with me."

"We can thank your ancestors for that."

They then shared a sweet kiss before cuddling under the sheets, sleeping until late in the morning.

Scanlan's dreams were not troubling to him now that the one with him is now his. His past dreams that he used to have with faceless women now all had his Love's faces. He knew this was it and he would fight to never have it taken away.

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you enjoyed this! I do take requests, as most of you know! See you in the next one!

#the legend of vox machina #scanlan shorthalt #tlovm scanlan #scanlan x reader #scanlan smut #tlovm smut #tlovm x reader #SMUT #requested

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sorenphelps · 18 days

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I need to know more about Hungary! 8, 14, 22, 26, and 29 please ❤️

Hi there! Here we go, it took way longer to answer than expected...

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

It's a tricky question on my end, because I am partly Vietnamese on my father's side, so I'm usually not assumed to be Hungarian at all (even tho that as I'm getting older I'm looking more and more Caucasian). I'm assumed to be Chinese, because Asian=Chinese in most people's minds here. (It's actually a pet peeve of mine, but that's another question.) I think Hungarians in general get confused with Slavic/Balkan people? Maybe Germans? Idk, when abroad they often think my mother is either Russian or French, while my bf is thought to be Austrian (which is fair enough, because his ancestors are from Austria/Germany).

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

Already answered here.

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?

Proud: We are ridiculously good at some sports, we are I think the 14th in most Olympic Games medals per capita list at the moment. We also have a lot of Nobel prize winners (we are the 13th I think?), and generally a lot of cool things were invented by Hungarians (e.g. Rubik cube, matches, ballpoint pens, Vitamin C, the basis of computers, the basis of Microsoft Word and Excel, etc.). I also think our language is badass, it's in the top10 hardest languages to learn. I also really like how diverse our gastronomy can be, and the so called ruin pubs are good stuff.

Ashamed: Politics... And the general attitude of people, I mean when I can see a sign printed out in Hungarian in hotel cafeterias abroad, saying "Please do not steal!", I feel like denying where I'm from.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Hungary is mostly non-existent is Hollywood, but since a lot of American movies/TV shows are actually produced in Hungary, recently we are mentioned by name more (see the Black Widow movie for example). Sometimes our language is used as like an evil devil "language", or we are just vaguely referred as "East European" or "Post Communist" or part of the Balkan. We are depicted as uncultured poor people and/or criminals. Not the most flattering portrayal, however there is some truth in all.🤷🏻‍♀️

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

Oh boy, it's easier to list the ones we don't hate. XD We have a mutual friendship with Poland, but that's about it? Hungarians hate everyone (including themselves). We were very, lets say, unlucky with our history, so we are a country who is surrounded by itself population-wise. Therefore we hate every neighboring country (I think maybe Romania the most?). We are historically super bad at picking sides (I mean we always were on the eventually losing side of every big conflict), so it's no wonder that nowdays we try to be good with Russia, China, Turkey, Trump's USA... As I said, politics are bad here.

#lau gets personal #ask game #fun facts about hungary

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jpitha · 10 months

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Dreams of Hyacinth 25

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Everyone looked over at Tink while she received and decoded the beacon that linked in near them. It took her a few minutes with Hat's help as the encryption was pretty thick.

"Okay, if Hat and I are reading the encryption correctly... no. Nobody thought to talk to the Nanites."

Chloe rolls her eyes and put her head in her hands. "Ancestors, we're idiots. Who replied?"

Tink scans the message again. "It's not specifically signed, but it mentions Priority Express and Timewinder by name."

"I know Express, I trust them. I'm not that familiar with Timewinder, but if they both agree we didn't reach out to the Nanites, then I think it's safe to say that we didn't." Chloe sits back into her chair and leans back. "Typical. Go in guns blazing and only think to ask questions after the dust has settled and everyone is mad."

Tink leans behind Hat and makes a face that Nick couldn't see. He did see Hat's reaction though. Hat was chuckling and trying not to show.

Eastern ignores the two of them. "So then we should try and contact the Nanites right?"

Chloe looks up at Eastern. "How do you suggest?"

"We-eell" Eastern leans back and closes her eyes, thinking. "The Nanites come from some stone that Melody touched at a Gate, right?"

"That's right"

"What happens if another human goes to touch the Gate?"

Hat sits up straight. "We... don't know. Nobody else did it."

Eastern nods her head. "Sounds like that's what should happen next. Some human should go to a Gate - does it matter which one? - and touch it, and get their own... dose? of Nanites."

Hat moves to stand up. "It's as good of an idea as any so far." As he stands he looks at Eastern and Nick. "So? Either of you want to become Gods?"

Eastern raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it works like that. You're not a God. You just... have... godlike... power. Fine." Eastern looks at Nick. "What do you think hon?"

Nick sighs. "What I think is that we're getting so deep into this we're about to be crushed by the pressure." Hat chuckles. "But, having said all that, I can't go this far and not see it through. If for Selkirk if nothing else."

Eastern nods. "For Selkirk. I agree. Do you want to touch the magic stone?"

Nick smiles. "How about we both do it? If we're going to do this together, let's do it together."

Eastern leans over and kisses Nick. In the mindspace, it tingles. She looks at the AIs. "Okay. We'll do it. We'll - together - go and touch the stone at a Gate and see what happens. If we get a dose of Nanites, then you can talk to them and we can see what they say. Tink, will you take us?"

Tink looks at the two of them, surprised. "What? Sure. I'll do it. I figured you were going to go off with hat and Chloe now."

Eastern shakes her head no. "I'd rather you take us, if you can Tink. You have shown us you really care about us. You came to our defence just now about Sol and how we all feel abandoned. The last thing I want to do is abandon you! Plus, we just cleaned up your stateroom and I'd hate to have to move again."

Tink smiles and stands up. "Of course I'll take you. I swear, you two are the nicest criminals I've ever met. It's a wonder you lived this long."

Chloe looks at Tink and then at Nick and Eastern. "You're criminals?"

"Small time." Nick smiles at Eastern and she winks at Chloe. "This all started when Jameson wanted Nick to do some light shoplifting of a coffin box."

"Which turned out to be a suggestion planted by Raaden and her Voice to get 'voluneers' for the cybernetic augmentation program." Nick adds

"Which was also sold to us as a way to get more human pilots for starships." Eastern shrugs. "With how she's been, I have no idea if that's actually the plan."

Chloe looks thoughtful. "Give her background and what I've seen of her, I would not be surprised if that is actually one of her goals. Hmmm." Chloe's chair disappears. "Well, we can deal with that later."

They all leave the Mindspace and get back to their bodies. A few hours have passed so it's nearly dinner time. Tink's support frames once again were in the kitchen cooking. They came out after a bit carrying two plates piled with food.

Once again, the meal was excellent. Chloe didn't partake, but she sat with Nick and Eastern as they ate and discussed the current state of Sol.

"We're hardly experts." Nick looked up from his plate at Chloe who was watching them imperiously. "I grew up on Parvati, I've only been on Hyacinth in Sol and it's not like I kept up on local politics. I was too busy surviving."

Chloe nodded. "That's fair. Even the things you learn on the street can be helpful though. We've been out of Sol for a decade now." She looked over at Eastern. "What about you Eastern? You're from Sol, aren't you?"

Eastern wiped her mouth delicately. "Yes, I grew up on Luna. I've moved around to a few stations and Orbitals until I settled on Hyacinth, but I've probably spend the most time between Hyacinth and Stross on Luna."

Chloe raises an eyebrow, waiting.

"I don't follow the news Chloe. I keep my head down and try to survive."

Nick looks over at Eastern. "But you were a fan of Melo- OW!" Nick rubs his arm where Eastern punched it.

Chloe smirks, but still says nothing.

Eastern sighs. "Okay. fine when I was a kid, I met Melody at a meet and greet on Luna. I spent like 4 minutes with her and got a signed photo, it was a formative memory and I resented AIs for killing her ever since I heard word of her death."

The smirk leaves Chloe's face.

"But!" Eastern continues. "Raaden is not Melody. I believed - still do, Ancestors protect me - that Melody had everyone's best interest in mind. Raaden is out for power." Eastern looked up at Chloe, her eyes hard. "Melody already had the power. She was just looking to extend her each to Sol and help the people there. She could have stayed on the Reach and ruled and lived a long life. She thought that everyone deserved more."

"Do you blame us for her death?" Chloe's voice is quiet.

Eastern stares at Chloe. "I did, for a long time." She looks away. "But, I don't know now. I think you were scared of what she was bringing, what she represented. You used her Voice as an excuse to go after her harder than was necessary." She stared back at Chloe, her eyes aflame. "You didn't even try talking to her! You just linked in and opened fire!"

Chloe's shoulder droop. "Eastern, there were hundreds of things we could have done, but didn't. Some good, some bad... some awful. You might be right that we were too worried about the status quo changing, but Raaden is proving us at least a little right. She's taking ownership of Sol by asking for it. She uses her Voice and said "I own this company now." and-" Chloe spreads her hands "-she does. Nobody questions it, all the paperwork is done legally. Honestly, I'm surprised she hasn't cut out the middleman and just told the right people with her Voice that she owns Sol outright."

Nick sips his tea. Tink's support frame has cleared the table and brought out a small plate of sweets and a pot of tea. "I don't know if she can, Chloe. It seems that Raaden is limited by asking for things that exist. She's trying to do things quietly. Declaring herself Empress of Sol is possible, but it's anything but quiet. Requesting ownership in all the major corporations in Sol gets her practically unlimited money and the power that comes with that money. She doesn't need to be declared ruler of Sol, she already is."

"Now you know what I meant when I said we can't go back." Tink is speaking through the support frame. "If we link in, we'll probably be attacked immediately. The only thing saving us is that wormholes can't be tracked... yet."

"So then, what do we do? Just go find a Gate and touch it?" Eastern looks at the frame when she's talking to Tink.

"Maybe. But, in as the ancient words say: 'then what'? Do we build our own empire of people with our own pet human who has a voice that can't be disobeyed? What happens if you try and use a Voice on an Empress? What if the Nanites don't want to work with us? There are too many unknowns."

Nick puts his empty teacup down on the table with a quiet clink. "So then what? Let Raaden consolidate power in Sol?"

"I didn't say that either, Nick." Tink sighs. When she does, the support frame's robotic chest rises and falls. "But I don't know what to do either."

Chloe stands. "We're going in circles. We're arguing hypotheticals. You two already agreed to touch a stone in a Gate and see if we can contact the Nanites. I think that's our next step. Maybe we can reach out to them through your cybernetics." Chloe also looks at Tink's support frame when she speaks. "Tink, I'll send you some coordinates, and we'll link there. Once there we can examine the Gate more closely."

"Uh, Sure Chloe, but do you want to... talk to any other AI? Anyone else that should know about what we're doing?"

Chloe shakes her head. "No. We are constantly explaining to the humans that we're decentralized. If one - or a few - of us want to go off on our own and do some experimentation, we can." She smiles sadly. "It hasn't stopped us in the past." As she walks towards the door, she looks at Nick and Eastern. "We'll leave tomorrow. Get some rest, I anticipate that tomorrow will be a busy day."

Nick and Eastern said their good nights and retired to their stateroom. It really was nice. They showered and got ready for bed. As Nick sank into the comfortable bed he looked over at Eastern. "Well, I wish Selkirk was here with us, but I'm glad you're still here."

Eastern turned and looked at Nick and smiled. "Me too hon. I miss Selkirk and I'm glad you're here."

"So, we're just going to link to a Gate, touch it and...."

"Yeah, and... We have no idea what's going to happen, but at least something is going to happen. Selkirk won't have died for nothing."

Nick stared up at the ceiling a long time. Finally he turned to Eastern. "If Selkirk's surgery was a success, would we have stayed?"

Eastern gets into bed and fluffs up her pillow before answering. "I don't know Nick, probably? I guess we would have talked it over with her and then we could have decided all three of us what to do."

"I guess what I'm asking is, are we moving against Raaden out of revenge for Selkirk, or are we doing it because we think she's wrong?"

"It can be both Nick." Eastern looks at him oddly. "What's up? You're not saying something."

"I don't know." Nick sighs. "Something feels off about this new plan of action. Like, we're on our way to just being like Raaden but for the other team. From what you told me about Melody, she really seemed like she was out to change things, not just keep people fighting but with her in charge now."

Eastern nods. "That's how I always understood it, yes. Though, we don't really know what she had in mind. I don't think she was planning on doing what Raaden is doing, but I also don't think she'd mind it too much if Raaden had a chance to tell her about it. Melody was always going to be in charge if she had stayed alive. How she got there could have gone differently, but-" Eastern shrugs her shoulders "-the fact that she glassed three cities on Earth means she wasn't all fluffy bunnies either."

"No right answers?"

Eastern's small smile shines on Nick as he lay back on his pillow. "No right answers, and a whole lot of wrong ones hon. Just like always." She bends over and kisses him gently. "Maybe things will feel better in the morning."

Nick turns off the light and rolls over.

Nick dreams.

This time, Nick is somewhere he doesn't recognize. It's dark and shadowy. He stumbles around, bumping his knees on unseen things and almost tripping as he makes his way in a random direction. With a sharp crack and flash, a spotlight illuminates Eastern, a fair distance away. His breath is taken away by her beauty.

She's in an emerald green gown that shines like a star. Strapless and form fitting, it accentuates her while not overpowering her. The gown flows down her body and onto the floor, spiling out behind her for a meter or so. Her back is to him and when he shouts her name, she turns and smiles like daybreak.

As she smiles, a circle of light appears over her head, just a few centimeters, blinding bright but also not hurting his eyes to look at. It shines and flashes as she beckons to him to approach. As she reached her hand out to him, all of Nick's obstacles burn away in her brilliant light and stumbling, he runs towards her hand.

The moment he grasps her hand, a wave of light washes over him, warm like the sun. It's too bright to see and Nick closes his eyes against the onslaught. After the wave passes and he opens his eyes again, he's standing on a beach. It's not Parvati though, the sky is too blue, and the sun is too white.

"Where are we?" Nick looks around blinking. He looks down and sees that he's wearing an emerald green outfit as well. Kind of a cross between a suit and a uniform, it emphasizes his form while accentuating it and he looks like a perfect match to Eastern.

"We're on Earth I think, hon. I've never been, so I'm just guessing." She looks over at him and smiles again. "You have a crown too! Look!"

Nick tries to look up but can't see the top of his head. He leans back to try and get a look as Eastern giggles. He'll have to wait until he can find a mirror to check it out. Eastern grabs his upper arm sharply and gasps. As Nick looks over at her she points.

Out in the sea, maybe twenty meters from them is a person. They look human, but also not quite human. It's a person of indeterminate gender with anonymous features and pale green skin. They have no hair and seem to have no clothes, but their bodies are also smooth with no hair, genitalia and no definition. Nick blinks and they appear next to them.

"So. You two think you can rule?" Their voice self harmonizes. They sound like hundreds of people speaking all at once.

Nick sputters. "We don't know! We were just-"

They hold up a hand. "Silence. We are here only because you have been in Her presence and enough of us exist to manage this. It's slightly easier with your cybernetic... accessories. Don't think you're the first to do that, either. What you are attempting to do has been done before. Billions perished the last time. What makes you think your attempt will be different?"

Nick and Eastern look at each other, surprised. Eastern looks down a Nick - is she taller now? - and smiles. She turns to face the being, a representative of the Nanites Nick realizes with a shock. "It will be different because we are the ones doing it this time."

The being looks at Nick, and then Eastern. As if it was the first time they notice where they are, they look around at the beach. They look up at the sky, seeing the gulls wheeling overhead. They look back at Nick and Eastern. "You selected this meeting place. It is auspicious. The sea is a place of beginnings - and endings. Fine. When you come to meet us more formally, we will... discuss things."

Nick wakes up with a start. Sitting up, he looks around the stateroom. It's still the middle of the night according to the clock by his bed. He looks over at Eastern's sleeping form and wonders.

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The League Of Villains With A Hunter S/O

Spinner X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: Hi, I read your story about the pro heroes with an S/O who was a supernatural hunter I thought that was pretty cool, but also I’m a little bit curious about kind of the same thing but instead of the heroes, it’s the league of villains like Spinner, Shigaraki, or any of the other league of villains members with a S/O that is a Supernatural Hunter I’m just a little bit curious to see how that would work for them?😅

General

Your family had been hunters since before quirks became mainstream in the world and so it was already well instilled in your family to teach their kids to fight and hunt the way that they had.

Demons and other supernatural creatures were a lot less likely because there were fewer humans that they could prey on with the development of quirks but ghosts were still very common so you still had the anti possession tattoo and all of the hunting weapons that you might need.

Your family and their profession fell out of favour as heroes became more prominent so you fell into the life of a villain, it took a little while for your family to get a footing but eventually villains started hiring them for odd jobs.

The general public still had no idea what your family did, so you still had an ungodly amount of fake IDs in your glove compartment.

You are good with first aid and emergency treatment because you got injured a lot and you had no one to help you.

Most of your family members were quirkless but you were one of the few that had been blessed with a quirk that made you a natural hunter, with enhanced senses and reflexes.

Spinner

🦎 I think that Spinner would definately believe in ghosts and the like, however believing that your family dealt in getting rid of them it might take him a little while to be able to get his head around it. 🦎 You basically only did your job when there was a good price behind it, and the only people that seemed to know who you were, were big in the criminal world and paid well. 🦎 Your ancestors might hate the route that you had taken but you couldn’t care less, the power that you had allowed you to choose a path for yourself and why would you sit around helping people who didn’t appreciate you anyway. 🦎 You had far too much power considering the fact that you sided with no one, demons and ghosts flocked to you to make deals a favour for their freedom.

You had been lounging on the sofa in the bar Spinner was sitting next to you as you twisted your knife in your hand, you were playing with it when the door opened and someone walked in you glanced up at him and smirked “that’s a nice meat suit.” You mumbled as you sat up elbows resting your kness with the knife lazily clutched in your hand. “You know him?” Spinner asked. “Mm, the question is what does it want?” You asked. “I think we both know what I want.” The man said as he walked over to you. “He better talk quickly the boss is getting ansty.” Spinner drew your attention to Shigaraki who had stopped playing his game he seemed to be waiting for the first sign of trouble, Dabi had even moved his eyes to the new male, each of them sensing something was wrong but no yet moving in. “You heard him talk.” You ordered. “I want your help.” He said. “Uh huh.” You grunted. “I need to get rid of a demon that’s been hiding around here, he’s been taking my prey.” He answered. “So let me get this straight you want to hire the demon hunter to get rid of the demon bothering you?” You asked. “So make the offer.” “Kill the demon and you’ll get one favour from me later.” He said and you stood up walking around the table, Spinner watched carefully now in the position to defend you should he need to. You leaned down so that you lips were by his ear. “No deal.” You muttered before stabbing your knife straight through his throat, there was the unmistakable flash of the demon dying before you stood up pulling the knife out. “Sorry about the mess boss.” “Just clean it up.” He ordered, Kurogiri disposed of the body easily as you sat back on the sofa. “You didn’t take the deal?” He asked. “No demon worth my time would be asking me to kill another demons, all the higher demons could kill their own kind without breaking a sweat, he was a lesser demon looking for a way up.” You explained, sitting back down next to him. “Plus I have a bunch of demons waiting for me to call in a bargain.”

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Tomura could not care less what your family did or what you thought that your family did what mattered was that you were able to fight and that you could do it well, no to mention the weapons in the back of your car. ✋ You had been the source a lot of information over the years as you snuck into places and stole what they needed. Your fake IDs being the way forward for that. ✋ Tomura trusted you to be gone for a couple of days and come back to him with information that he was looking for, you were good at surveillance. ✋ And when all else failed he liked that you had a car so that he could go from A to B without having to worry about bumping into anybody.

Tomura had been in the bar the rest of the league all littered around, you walked into the bar walking straight over to Tomura, a shake of the head from Kurogiri told the rest of the gang that you weren’t an intruder, you sat on the stool next Tomura leaning over nad pressing a kiss to his cheek “Hey Tomu,” You greeted him. “You’ve been one for a while.” He said and you nodded. “I’ve been keeping an eye on those brats that we face a few weeks ago.” You explained as he looked at you and smiled. “And?” He asked. “And they are strong but they’re naive, they think that they are the strongest out there and honestly they might be if they make it to adulthood.” You shrugged. “Now?” Tomura asked. “Now, they have some good idea, might be able to win a couple of times but they won’t get anywhere close to winning the fight if we can shut them down now.” You answered. “They’re going to a training camp outside of UA soon so that would be a good place to get them.” “I want that one.” Tomura pointed to the screen a rerun of the sports festival, Bakugo on screen. “Katsuki Bakugo, lose cannon, strong quirk, stronger mind, he’ll be hard to break but everyone is breakable.” You said, Tomura finally turned to look at you. “How long are you staying this time?” He asked. “Actually unless there’s anything that you want me to find out I have enough info on everything to stay here for a little while.” You answered, your eyes drifting to the new members in the bar. “So this is the team that you put together?” “Problem?” Muscular asked. “I would hope not I did help chose all of you.” You informed him. “What!?” He asked. “Well behind every great man in a great woman, nice to meet you the names (Y/N).” You winked.

Mr Compress

🔮 Believes anything that you say the moment that you say it, he believes in ghosts and demons enough that he makes you promise to always save him from them. 🔮 are the offensive fighting in the pair, you would often draw attention to yourself to allow Compress to do something. 🔮 Compress carries dome of your weapons in his marbles in case you need them, you only had to ask and he’d give you whatever you needed. 🔮 Given the fact that Compress often wore a mask in order to do undercover missions all he had to do was take of the mask and jacket. He loved a good act so he had no problem with playing someone else for you.

You sat in your car leaning against the window as you waited for your target, Atsuhiro was sitting next to you, he let out a dramatic sigh and you glanced at him “What?” You asked. “This one isn’t as fun.” You raised an eyebrow. “You know this isn’t supposed to be fun.” You reminded him and he waved you off. “The others have been fun.” He argued. “Oh yeah? How so?” You asked. “You’ve been showing me your acting skills, I distinctly remember you having to kiss me at some point.” He said and you looked at him and narrowed your eyes. “That was very different then. We were pretending to be married.” You reminded him. “Yes, well I enjoyed it.” Atsuhiro grumbled. “I should hope so we are dating.” You reminded him but he didn’t answer so you smiled leaning over. “You want another kiss?” “Are you offering?” He asked. “Will you two stop that and concentrate.” Dabi muttered lazily through the ear piece. “Hush Dabi, there’s no reason that we can do this and keep an eye on the entrance for the target.” Atsuhiro muttered. “If you miss the guy don’t expect me to save you from the big man back at the base.” Dabi said. “I don’t need you to save me, (Y/N) will.” Atsuhiro argued. “Look alive guys he’s coming out!” Toga said excited and you shrugged before getting out of the car. “Maybe next time. Now get ready to catch the guy.” You ordered and he nodded.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi could not care less about ghosts and spirits, he’d honestly met enough cray people at this point to just accept everything that you said, that is until you show him that it’s real. 🔥 Helped you to get extra money by taking down demons and doing jobs for anyone that was willing to hire you. 🔥 He liked the car and liked the boot full of weapons even more, you remember the day that you showed him and he almost swooned, even if he hide it well. 🔥 Loves your anti-possession tattoo honestly and sometimes ended up tracing it over your clothes if he really was bored with the conversation.

This was another job that you had been hired to do, a demon was preying on a small criminal group who were willing to pay you a lot of money to get rid of it, so you chased it into a small alley avoiding the heroes patrolling as you did “Are you done running yet?” You asked and he shook his head as he looked back at you. “You honestly think that you can kill me?” He asked. “Your family is only half the threat that it used to be, you don’t even hunt anymore, well not unless someone agrees to pay you.” “If your so confident that you can win then what are you doing all the way over there?” You asked. “Distracting you.” He answered as you looked at him and twisted your head dodging just as a blade shot through the air, you kept your back pressed to the wall as you watched both the demons flank you. A fight broke out you expertly kept them both away from you until you were able to separate them enough that you grabbed one holding the demon blade to his neck. “I’ll kill him.” You warned. “Honey if you think that I care you’re going to be sorely mistaken.” the other demon sneered and you shrugged before stabbing the demon in your hold and killing it, the one infront of you went to move but a hand wrapped around his neck from behind. “I might not be able to kill you but I can definately burn the meat suit you’ve chosen.” Dabi muttered as you moved forward. “Wait they only hired you to get rid of him.” The demon said and you looked at him and smiled. “I know.” You nodded. “They won’t pay you extra.” He tried to remind you as you looked at Dabi. “Will you do the honours?” You asked. “You really should have been nicer to her.” Dabi siad before the body was engulfed in blue flames you waiting until the last second before stabbing the male in the chest and killing the demon. “We should get going before the heroes get here.” “Yeah let’s go.” You nodded linking your hands and pulling him back to the car.

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