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miyakana · 2 years

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[A Heart Full Of Love] Raoul de Chagny x reader.

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

Chapter Summary: As the young woman journeyed her way towards The Phantom's lair, she couldn't help but dwell on her loneliness and her friendship with The Phantom.

Fandom: Phantom Of The Opera

"Oh.. Christine... Forgive me..." A man said, his voice painfully shaking.

A man like he would never allow himself to look vulnerable, as pathetic as he was now. Not when his face had already made him a pathetic creature in his eyes that even Christine, his beloved angel, his muse feared him..

The music that played throughout The Phantom's lair was an orchestra of rage, agony, desperation and sadness. It could be heard even throughout the entrance passageway of the lair, despite the distance.

As the young woman journeyed back to the place she considered home, the music grew more softer, sounding sweet as that of a mother's lullaby, almost as if he, who was playing was alerted of her presence.

The more she neared, the more she felt something had changed.. A feeling of sadness and desperation that radiated throughout the air. The woman stopped walking once she heard the man whisper to his breath about something she couldn't quite dechipher.

As she entered the Lair, she finally understood what the poor, heartbroken man was whispering.

"This damned face..."

She remembered vividly when Erik lead the young Christine Daae to his lair, but that was all she knew, for she resigned herself to her bedchambers early, and to respect her maestro's privacy. Though he had never explicitly told her, it was obvious that the masked man was fascinated with the young opera singer.

She had been tasked to deliver the message to Madame Giry from Erik that Christine were to return, and that she were to be granted the lead role of The Countess in II Muto, and if these requests were not obliged, tragedy would happen.

Though she respected Christine for her voice, she wondered often why The Phantom was so fascinated, so obsessed with her. This curiosity could be seen as jealousy, but it was far from that.

Of course, she didn't know the girl that much, if not, at all to judge her, but, if she were to be honest, she didn't really know anyone in The Opera Theater other than Madame Giry, though she only ever spoke with the silver-tongued woman when Erik asks of her to do so. Ever since she had met The Renowned Opera Ghost, she tend to be secluded from the rest, a trait she undoubtedly got from the mysterious man.

Though, under that quiteness, the young woman felt lonely at times, feeling trapped all alone at the Phantom's lair, like in a fairy-tale where the princess wishes for the prince to save her, though, this place was the safest home she's got.

Although she never admitted it, she longed for friendship with the others in The Opera Populaire but no matter how much she wished to be with the others, she could never seem to do it..

But she'd convince herself that she was content with everything that she had, that she was being ungrateful. She had Erik, her guardian, the man who took care of her from her childhood, the one who saved her from the cruelty of others, taught her everything she needed to know and though he rarely showed it, she was sure that he too, cared for her as she does him, if not even more.

But sometimes, even his company wasn't enough. While he was very entertaining to converse with, especially with his expertise of architecture, music, and much more, she longed to speak to those of her age, to speak to her of the recent gossips, and dramatics, someone she could tease for fancying one of the male dancers, and they could do the same too! Not that she fancied any of the male dancers, she was far too secluded to know anyone in The Populaire.

But the man that she met earlier... She couldn't understand what was about him that made her feel warm and giddy. How foolish! She didn't even know his name, for she forgot to ask him as she hurried away cowardly and immediately.

She didn't know what came to her the moment she decided to flee. Was it because of embarasment? Or the overwhelming feeling she felt with him. Surely, he must have felt the same as she, god, he must think her a fool!

But at the same time.. That overwhelming feeling felt great.. She felt happy, almost as if there were stars despite being showered by the morning day.. Just thinking about it, she wished to feel that happiness again, to see that man again!

Then, a loud noise bought her back to her senses.

Flinching from the sound, she immediately ran inside the lair to see what had happened, and the sight saddened her.

There, stood her maestro on the ground, clutching onto his chest, whispering about something she couldn't exactly hear properly. But then,

"Oh, Christine.... This face.. This loathsome face that poisons your love for me and turn your affections to fear..." He cried out like a wounded wolf, as he clutched on the mask that he worn, his fingers trembling angrily as he does so.

"This damned face! If only i were born beautiful, she wouldn't have ran from me!" He roared out angrily, causing the young woman's heart to beat much more rapidly as she grew anxious at his rising temper.

"...Erik?" She spoke out towards her closest friend, her voice laced with worry.

"Ah... Its you." He says, as he tries to compose himself in front of the young woman she saw as his own, it'd be mortifying- humiliating for her to see the man who acted as her mentor be in a vulnerable decision. Though, no matter how he tried, the growing rage was still there.

"I take it that things didn't work out as you've planned.." She spoke, her voice having a more pitiful tone, though the worry was still there.

She took cautious steps towards her unstable friend, fumbling on her fingers anxiously while doing so. "Its- Its alright.. I'm sure that Miss Daae was just shocked.. As all would be to things they've not expected or experienced before.." She continued, trying to comfort the man.

If she were to be honest, she herself was frightened upon seeing him unmasked for the first time, though, every child would have been have you not seen such monstrosity before. But as she spent more time with the man, she grew not to be bothered by his face, but rather, thank the man for all he's done for her by being there for him every day.

"I'm fine.. Just- leave me be for a bit.." The man responded, though he looked far from fine.

"....I see.." She just nodded, and decided to do what he asked of her, already fearing that he might do something horrible.

"I shall prepare your food then retire to my chambers, feel free to call for me if you decide that you are better." She spoke fast, almost as if she was rushing.

"I will, thank you, Y/N." He responded softly, as he stood up, still trying to compose himself. The poor girl's already seen too many of his temper tantrums, the least he could do was to treat her with respect by not acting like a pathetic fool in front of her.

As she nodded and left to do what she had told him she'd do, he couldn't help wonder what she told him.. It pained him to see that she, someone he took care of as his own was once scared of him, of his face..

This deformed face.. The face he never asked for, but was given to by the cruelest lords! Such kind, passionate and talented man as he was shunned down by humanity only because of this deformity!

He could recount the days he wished that he wasn't himself.. That he was just a normal commoner who had normal attributes to himself. But alas, it would never happen. For the gods never listen, not to people like him.

notes: 2nd chapter is out! I decided to focus this chapter more on Erik and Y/N's relationship and how he connects with Y/N and her eventual romance with Raoul. This is also on my ao3, christinesdaaed!

#le fantome de l'opera #gaston leroux #phantom of the opera 1925 #Phantom of the opera #Erik destler #Raoul de chagny #Christine daae #Phantom of the opera x reader #Raoul de chagny x reader #Madame giry #Meg giry #carlotta giudicelli #Phantom of the opera alw #andrew lloyd webber

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wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm · 5 months

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A Lullaby For a Princess

Chapter 14 - Tropical Mysteries

"What is that?"

“What’s what?” Link asked, looking over her shoulder at the Pad. She’d zoomed in on a tall structure in the distance, from which a thin trail of smoke could barely be seen. He looked beyond the Pad, squinting at the rising smoke. “Maybe a campfire?”

A small ding sounded from the Pad as Zelda set a green marker on the island. “Let’s check it out. I don’t believe I’ve ever been to that island. What’s it called?”

“Eventide. Nobody lives there. The locals called it haunted, before I stupidly wandered in."

#a lullaby for a princess #totk fic #loz fic

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eartapas · 1 year

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Francisco Martin's latest single, "Passenger Princess," showcases his softer and more sensitive side, featuring a soulful and vibrant sound that combines indie rock and soul influences. The lyrics pay homage to the viral internet trend of girls who don't drive but get driven, as the song takes a wider cinematic view of life, full of mesmerizing melodies and aesthetic hedonism that make listeners want to go for a drive just because. The song has a free and radical-like soundscape, bridging the gap between different musical genres. Francisco Martin was born and raised in the Bay Area and is a self-taught musician, mastering several instruments as a child. He first gained fame on American Idol season 18, where he placed Top 5. Since then, he has released several hit singles and EPs, including "Beautiful Ramblings of a Restless Mind" and "Manic." Francisco's heart-on-sleeve soulful pop has garnered comparisons to notable artists such as James Bay, John Mayer, Maggie Rogers, and Ed Sheeran. With "Passenger Princess," Francisco offers a lullaby for the long-distance driver and a timely joy that brings pleasure and happiness to listeners' ears. The single is available to stream on all major music platforms.

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to-star-lake · 3 years

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one & only

sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader { you're sanzu's one and only. }

18+ minors dni | murder, drug use, dark themes, rough sex, choking, toxic relationship, character death, bonten sanzu

a/n: sanzu's name { 三途 } is written the same as 三途の川 { sanzu-no-kawa, “river of three crossings” or “sanzu river” } which is the japanese buddhist version of the river styx.

sanzu doesn't call you his girlfriend. he'd never use such pedestrian language to describe what you are to him. soulmate is closer. but still, to take everything he felt about you and edit it down to a single word? it wouldn't be possible.

the best he could describe it is perhaps that you were made for him.

the day mikey introduced you to the other executives as bonten's newest advisor, sanzu stood in the back of the room, unconsciously biting his lip as he stared at your clean and crisp white tee shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. your perfect skin. your shiny hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. your delicate hands. and the sharp glisten of your eyes. you looked so sincere.

a top scholar and graduate of the national university. your parents had been foreign diplomats. you spoke five languages. all this brilliance packaged neatly behind such a pretty face. oh, you were so perfect. so pristine. i'll make you regret playing with monsters, little princess. sanzu thought he couldn't wait to break you.

it didn't take him long to realize how wrong he was.

he'd stare at your hands, the ones he thought were so delicate, as they beat mercilessly into the skull of a traitor that lay limp beneath you. being a bonten advisor meant you never needed to get your hands dirty. but you didn't mind. and sanzu felt a trickling heat of excitement shimmy up his spine watching the blood splatter across your perfect skin, staining your clean shirt.

he'd listen in awe in the war room as your fingertips traced gracefully over blueprints of the city, and you'd describe plans for a new building downtown. a new shell business to run money through. a merger with a smaller, weaker gang simply as a means to procure disposable foot soldiers for mikey.

on one particular night, he'd sat back and watched you, transfixed, as he pulled the car up beside a dark tinted suv at a stoplight on a deserted street on the outskirts of shinjuku. you'd pointed your gun out the open window, so fast and precise on the trigger, taking out all the passengers in the car. he would've missed the shots with a single blink.

he couldn't recall all the details of the rest of that night. but he woke to find you in his bed the next morning, your naked body tucked comfortably under his sheets beside him.

his head pounded and he tried to remember what happened but all that he could recall were a series of blurred images. of the two of you leaving the war room together after receiving orders from mikey to take out the heads of a rival gang. a vision of your bare thighs, exposed under a short, plaid skirt as you sat in his passenger seat, and the quiet rattle as you attached a silencer to the end of your gun.

he remembered the sound of indistinct chatter and an image of you sitting across from him in a dimly lit restaurant. a vague recollection of a bottle of scotch, of him staring at himself in the restaurant's bathroom mirror as he wiped some white residue from his upper lip. of you, bent over the sink with a straw in your nose. a blurred reel of your legs wrapped around his waist, of him pushing you up against the mirror so hard the glass cracked and you moaned into his open mouth. you sounded as sweet as you tasted.

in the grey winter light here in his bed, he looked at the blotches of blue and purple bruises that lined your neck and chest. at the edge of your perfect lips, a little swollen and the skin a little cracked. at the indentation of teeth marks on your shoulder, red with coagulated blood under the surface.

your eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was afraid. afraid that the cold light of day would be too harsh for you. afraid that all that was mystifying and beautiful in the night would be destroyed by the light. afraid you would leave.

but you'd looked into his eyes for a moment, and your lashes fell closed and you'd snuggled into his side, languidly dragging your arm across his chest.

let's sleep a little more, my head hurts and we still have at least another hour before we have to go meet the others.

oh, your voice sounded so sweet, still raspy with sleep, a lullaby to his ears.

as bonten leaders, he knew a relationship with you was strictly forbidden. he knew what mikey would do if he or any of the others ever found out. and he knew you knew too.

but you simply shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your clothes that were scattered across the floor of his bedroom. like you knew what he was thinking, and said i'm not afraid of them. are you?

he'd laughed at himself then. just who was corrupting who? he wondered.

the time he had with you began to envelope his heart. and the love he felt for you; small, crackling embers at first, had grown into a fire so bright and wild and twisted it could not be extinguished.

you were his partner; his chosen one. he loved the way your knuckles looked when they were bruised and red; such a beautiful contrast against your delicate and soft skin. he loved the way your fingers graced the handle of your gun, the dead calm of your eyes when you pulled the trigger. he was intoxicated with the knowledge that you were watching every time he carried out his duty as executioner.

his infatuation with you burned in his chest when he'd glance up at you, standing in the distance, eyes fixed on him and you'd slowly drag the palm of your hand up your thigh; testing his willpower to not pin you to the ground and tear you apart right then and there in front of his men.

under the cover of darkness, the two of you came alive. going on sprees, speeding through the bright streets of tokyo, the lights around you a blurred spectral of color to your bloodshot, medicated eyes.

in the midnight hours, your bodies would be intertwined, and in your arms he found a sanctuary. your body was the most addicting drug of all. you made all the pain disappear.

the quiet hours of the early morning, when time teetered on the edge of night and day, he'd lay on your chest, and for just a little while, his world would fall quiet. the air around him felt still. he would be coming down from his high, and he could feel everything. but he didn't mind. these small hours of lucidity shone brilliantly in his mind. when he could hear your breathing. feel your heartbeat so vividly beneath your bones. smell the lingering and sweet scent of your skin on his.

he'd become so possessed by you, so possessive of you that one night when he had you laid out beneath him, your legs spread wide for him, and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. so perfect like this for him. your skin, slick with a layer of sweat, luminescent in the moonlight. your lips, parted and choking out shaky pleas for him, begging him not to stop.

he buried himself so deep inside you, nails clawing into your skin, so desperate to be one with you. and he thought no one, no one else would have you like this. he was so intoxicated by the medley of pills in his system, completely unhinged in the euphoria of being inside you, he'd reached for his gun on the nightstand and held it to your forehead, point blank between your eyes.

you didn't even flinch. he watched you knock the gun from his hands, and slide your fingers up his wrists, and pulled his hands to your neck, letting him wrap them around your throat. if you're gonna kill me, do it with your own hands, you'd said.

god, he loved you so much. he wanted you so much, he needed you so much. he'd closed his hands around your neck with the gentlest force and watched your eyes roll back.

say my name, he'd command. and when you did, he closed his hands more forcefully around your delicate neck so he could feel the vibration in your throat as you choked out his name over and over. you'd clenched down so tight around him and he came harder than he ever had, collapsing into you.

he'd slowly let go of you, chest heaving, and gently caress at the skin of your neck, red and starting to bruise.

y/n...if i died, would you die with me? he'd whisper into your skin.

mmh, yeah. you'd whisper back.

i don't want anyone else to have you. i want you to be mine forever. he'd kiss the corner of your lips.

he'd feel your fingers laced up into his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close.

what am i going to do with you...i might really kill you one of these days.

he'd lift his head to look at you. and your expression didn't change a bit. your eyes held the same resolve they always did, and you said, then i'll wait for you by the sanzu river.

this was what flashed through his mind when he walked into one of bonten's warehouses late one evening for a meeting of the executives, and he saw all of them standing in a circle around you, bound and tied, blood streaming from your hairline, your bruised body limp on the concrete.

he fell to his knees then, watching mikey shove the end of his gun against your temple.

did you think i wouldn't find out? mikey's thumb clicked down on the hammer.

he saw your eyes flutter open and find his. you smiled.

the muzzle flash was bright, and the shot rang through the dark, open space.

he stared at the blood pooling from the side of your head into the dust. he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. shit, am i really crying right now? he laughed at himself.

WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO, SANZU?! mikey demanded.

i'll wait for you by the sanzu river. your words echoed in his mind.

mikey may have been his king. but you were the redeemer, his messiah, his salvation.

the choice was simple.

he pulled his own gun from its holster and held it up to his temple.

i'm on my way, love.

#haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x you #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu imagines

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oopsitsstella · 3 years

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Lullaby

Thor Odinson x Reader, Platonic! Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Fandom: The MCU

Summary: When Thor and Y/N are fatally wounded in battle, Loki looks after his niece and nephews

Warnings: Mentions of battle, talks of severe wounds (no descriptions), babies crying, Soft! Loki, Uncle Loki

A/N: Here is a link to the lullaby featured in the story, in case you want to listen to it. The lyrics are included in the story, but they are in Swedish, but you can find English subtitles on the YouTube video

It was a day of mourning on Asgard, it had been since that morning.

Asgard’s army had been called away to battle, Thor and Y/N, Asgards King and Queen, leading the troops, and while the battle was won, it was not without cost.

Many soldiers had paid with their lives, and most others returned severely injured, including the Thunder God and his wife.

Frigga was taking care of the Princess and her younger brothers while their parents were away.

The princess, Thrud, was a very independent young girl, and very smart for her age, so when she caught a glimpse of her parents being sent to the Healing Wing, she immediately knew something was wrong. She raced after them, as quickly as she could, but was stopped short of the door.

“No! Let me in!” She called loudly, fighting against the force holding her back.

“Shh, no, petal.” She knew the voice immediately. Loki.

“Let me in!” She repeated, but Loki wouldn’t let up.

“No, I’m not letting you see that.” Loki said firmly, watching the doors to the Healing Wing shut. “You’ll see them when they’re better, they need rest now.”

Thrud turned around once the doors shut, tightly hugging her uncle, who was quick to hug her back.

“They’ll be alright, butterfly, I promise.” He said. “They’re strong, they’ll be fine.”

“How are they?”

Loki stood beside his mother, looking over Thor and Y/N’s unconscious forms. “They’re stable. For now, at least.” Frigga said. “We’ve done all we can for now, now we can only wait and see how they take it, and go from there.”

Loki nodded solemnly, looking down at the floor.

“What happened, Loki?” He looked up again at Frigga’s voice.

“We were caught off guard.” He said. “One of the enemy got a lucky strike at Y/N, and… you know how Thor gets when she gets hurt.”

Frigga nodded understandingly, and silence settled over the room, the only sound coming from Thor and Y/N’s slow breathing, signaling that they were both still alive.

“How are Thrud and the boys?”

“Well, the boys are a bit too young to understand the situation, aren’t they?” Loki sighed. “Thrud is… she’s worried. She’s smart, she understands what’s going on.”

“She got her mother’s quick thinking and it shows.”

“Well, she certainly didn’t get it from Thor, did she?”

It was later that day, dinner had just recently ended, and Loki realized that getting Magni and Moði to sleep was going to be a challenge.

His brother had told him how stubborn the boys were, that it would take hours to get them to sleep. That is, until Y/N found a lullaby that put the boys to sleep almost immediately.

But apparently, it only worked when it was their parents singing to them. Loki had tried multiple times, as had Frigga, but the boys remained awake.

“You’re as stubborn as your father, did you know that?” He said, mostly to himself, as Magni and Moði continued crying.

Loki took a moment to step outside the room, taking a deep breath to gather his head. It wasn’t often he was left dumbfounded, but he truly cared about his niece and nephews. He couldn’t just leave them awake the whole night.

That’s when an idea entered his mind. He stepped just inside the door, keeping his distance from the twins beds, and with a flourish of his hand, two illusions appeared in the room, perfect copies of Y/N and Thor. Magni and Moði immediately calmed down, even if just a little bit, at the sight of their parents, as the illusions sat down in the two chairs next to the beds.

Vargen ylar i nattens skog,

han vill men kan inte sova.

Hungern river hans vargabuk,

och det är kallt i hans stova.

Du varg, du varg, kom inte hit,

ungen min får du aldrig.

By the end of the lullaby, the twins were both fast asleep, and the illusions ceased to exist. Loki smiled to himself as he exited the room, and practically tripped over Thrud, who was standing just outside.

“Hello, butterfly.” He said quietly, crouching down to her height. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m worried about mamma and pappa.” She mumbled, and Loki smiled sympathetically.

“I understand that you are, and that’s okay.” He said. “You can’t, and don’t have to be brave every moment.

“Do you know what? Even your father gets scared.”

“Does he?” Thrud asked , and Loki chuckled.

“He does. Before he asked your mother to marry him, he was a nervous wreck.” Loki said, and Thrud giggled. “But people don’t look down on him because he gets scared, do they?” He asked, and Thrud shook her head.

“Exactly. Don’t be afraid to show your emotions.” Loki said. “If people have a problem with it, then that’s exactly what it is. Their problem.”

“Can we go see them?” Thrud asked hesitantly after a moment, and Loki smiled.

“Of course we can, Petal.” He said, and led his niece to the Healing Wing.

Thor and Y/N’s room was quiet, the slight creak of the door sounding much louder than usual in the silence. Y/N’s bed was closer, so that’s where Thrud went first.

“Hello Mamma.” She said. “I missed you today. Sif helped teach me more about the sword today, and she said my hair was pretty too. When you wake up, I’m gonna show you everything new I learned.

Thrud kissed the top of her mother’s hand, like she’d seen Thor do so many times, before moving over to her fathers bed, Loki silently watching.

“Hi Pappa.” She said. “I missed you today too. I watched Magni and Moði today with Grandma when Uncle Loki was busy, and Grandma helped me braid my hair too. And Sif said my braid was pretty.” Loki couldn’t see it, but he could hear Thrud smiling.

“Goodnight Pappa.” She said, hugging what she could reach of her fathers arm. “Goodnight Mamma.” She did the same to Y/N, before her and Loki left the room, to get Thrud to bed.

“They’ll be alright, petal, I promise.” Loki promised as Thrud tucked herself into bed. “They’ll wake up soon.”

“I know they will.” Thrud said. “Because they’re so strong.”

“That they are.” Loki smiled. “Goodnight, petal.”

“Goodnight Loki.”

“Mamma!”

The next morning, Frigga led Thrud to her parents healing room, promising good news. When they entered, Thrud immediately launched herself at her mother, seeing her awake.

“Hello my darling.” Y/N smiled, hugging her daughter tightly once she was secure in her lap. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m good. Especially now that you and Pappa are okay.”

“I’m sorry we worried you.” Y/N apologized, running a hand through her daughters hair.

“It’s okay. You’re awake now.”

“But look at that, your father isn’t.” Y/N said, glancing to her left to look at her sleeping husband. “I think you should wake him, we can’t have him asleep now, can we?”

“Isn’t he still hurt?” Thrud asked worriedly, but her mother only smiled.

“Trust me.” She said, and Thrud jumped off her lap and over to her fathers bed.

“Pappa?” She asked, poking at Thor’s arm.

She’d barely stood there for a second before Thor shot up from the bed and pulled Thrud into his arms, playfully roaring, Thrud shrieking with laughter.

“Pappa!”

“Good morning Princess.” Thor smiled, kissing his daughter's forehead.

Yesterday was a day of mourning. But the King and Queen were alive and well, this was a day of joy.

#thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #thor odinson imagine #thor imagine #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

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rayofsunas · 4 years

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haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living.

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye-

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

Kuroo Tetsurou

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen)

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t”

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#semi eita #semi eita x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutarou x reader #rayofsunas

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aio-rya · 3 years

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My World

Azul x Fem!Reader 「Part 1」

「By: Aiorya」

A/N: you can listen to this if you want to get a little ambience on it. The romantic atmosphere~

"I wanna be where the people are... I wanna see~ wanna see 'em dancing... "

The soft, velvety voice echoed sweetly across the hallway, ocassionally interrupting the lyrics to hum instead of singing. Spreading through the wide open main door of the Lounge to the main hallway that connected it to the dorm building, accompanied by the piano gently played on the background. Music never stopped, the combination of both elements with the silence and loneliness of the place seemed ethereal, the unmistakable voice always clever had now the perfect tone for a lullaby; his owner was so immersed on his thoughts, daydreaming on every note of his melody to notice the quiet steps approaching, still on the corridor, guided by the most lovely voice she had ever heard. It was like listening to a mermaid, driving you further into the sea with an unbreakable harmony able to make your soul crave for the sweet chant of the creatures of the depth. Enchanting enough to intoxicate your senses, feeling it down to the core.

Her path blindly guided by the song as a sense of drowsiness took control over her mind, her eyelids were heavier and her lips barely opened in amusement, breathing the cold air of the empty, large hallway as she caressed the wall, tiptoeing as she moved closer to the origin of the music. Silently, she entered the Lounge looking for her merman, taking some time to appreciate the beauty of the place when the crowd disappeared, with low lights apart from the stage, crystal clear bubbles dancing with the calm of the ambience in the water behind the glass, wide space to move freely, to dance to her heart's content.

"Wandering free, wish I could be...

She started swaying, her arms fluttered around her body as she went round and round all along the center of the hall, dancing with herself at the pace of an invisible waltz written by the humming. She almost felt underwater, surrounded by the infinite blue as if she could merge on it. Becoming...

"Part of that world..."

The rhythm of the instrumental intensified, the keys were still played gently yet overflowed with passion, something fierce that ignited every piece of herself with the same fire the had on his heart. As he made music, she made a dance, even if they couldn't see each other yet, they were meant to be —two pieces of a puzzle created to fit together. Her eyes were closed as she left out any sign of shame or discretion, her blouse swirled as she moved showing a small part of the smooth skin of her stomach, her beautiful legs drew invisible forms on the floor and the air at the pace of her improvised ballet. His eyes were closed too as he felt now not alone, the heat inside his chest grew widely, somehow that song managed not only to remember him his homeland or his family, but himself.

Everything was perfect. Until he opened his eyes to come upon her slim body, heavenly twisting and turning as if the center of the Lounge was her stage; it also remembered him home, all those beautiful mermaids he saw into the distance when he was a child, free and beautiful creatures.

Creatures who hurted him.

"What would I do to live where you a--"

It was late when he tried to stop, he had already sang half a sentence —he was not bothered by her presence, he just felt vulnerable. The music broke with a chord, filling the place with silence once more, as if nothing has happened there. Even her steps turned heavier as she stopped tiptoeing to walk on her feet again. Ambience was not relaxed anymore, it was tense.

"Why are you here?", the owner of the Lounge asked in serious voice.

"I...", her voice was a bit broken by the surprise, she cleared her throat as her steps led her near to him. "I brought you what you asked for", [y/n] excused her intrusion, looking for a paper on her pocket, placing it over the lid of the piano.

Azul maintained his empty expression as he opened and read the paper, nodding once after putting it inside the pocket of his shirt. Then, he took his hat from the same lid and prepared to leave —surprisingly, the girl, the human sat by him, standing in his way. She caressed the surface of the white keys, ocassionally touching the back ones, carefully to not make a single sound.

Octavinelle's dorm leader was, somehow, breathless. How distracted he could have been to catch the attention of the only person in this academy who knew, besides Floyd and Jade, how broken he was once and how heartless he could seem on the outside, but how tender, kind hearted was he on the inside? He was nervous, that unspoken feeling both of them have had for a while was now floating around them, filling the air, consuming the oxigen of their lungs. She actually liked his music, his voice and now was touching the keys where his fingers were flying across a second before, as if she wanted to rescue every piece of the heart he left on that keys, on that old song of his homeland.

«I didn't know you could play human instruments so well...» , she longed to tell. But she couldn't, the knot on his neck will not allow that without shedding a tear. Instead...

"How...", Azul asked in a whisper.

She started playing, one key by one, the exact lyric pattern of the melody he was singing earlier. Her fingers were not as mastered as his, but they were delicate, pressing the keys strong enough to be heard but not to click with the wooden surface under them. Then, a soft humming echoed on the room again, her voice —despite not knowing the lyrics, the girl tried to repeat the rhythm. Azul couldn't do anything but stare, barely processing the scene before his eyes; that until she stopped and, with a silent sigh, intended to leave.

"And ready to know what the people know...", he started singing, pressing the keys one by one to accompany his voice. "Ask 'em my questions and...", his voice left its weakness aside as his fingers took control once more of the piano, making a soft change between lyrics to the entire melody once more, "Get some answers..."

His heart increased its beating, he almost felt it coming out of his chest when she leaned towards him, laying her head on his shoulder as her right hand moved to the cuff of his shirt. He felt her warmth very close, almost feeling her touch on his skin; rarely they could touch each other, part shame, part pretending, but now they felt safe —there was no more shame, they were now not pretending.

"What's a fire and why does it, what's the word?", he asked as if he meant it, waiting for her response. Never stopped playing, even if she took more than expected to catch it.

"... Burn?", she completed guessing the word under Azul's glance. A sweet smiled appeared on his face, the melody lessened its sound until it was only a steady, sweet barely perceptible sound for them.

"It is an old song from my home", the boy explained, gently playing a scale until his finger brushed against hers; she returned the smile to him, blushing as she could feel her heart "It... Well, the legend says it was the song that travelled all along the sea when the Princess, the one whom dream made real by the compassionate Witch of the Sea, fell in love with... With a human."

Yes, sure. She remembered that story, from her world too; different though the same in essence. Somehow... She felt part of it. As if that story were about to be told again, this time, she will be the little mermaid that lonced so hard to win the prince's heart.

"When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above?", the voice of his... «L-loved one?», her surprise of the sudden adjudication snapped her out of her thoughts too. She blushed, madly, as he slightly moved his hand so her fingers slipped down to his skin, tangling over his fingers to play along, guided by him.

"... Out of the sea...?", her voice was still doubtful, yet confidence appeared at the moment she came upon his sky blue, brilliant eyes.

"Wish I could be..."

She finally understood. There was a place she belongs to, and maybe they could discover it... Together.

"Part of that world..."

～ Ξ ～

"Nee, Jade...", whispered one of the brothers.

"Eeh, Floyd...", answered the other at the same volume.

"Do you think this will be funny...?", the first one asked.

"If Azul doesn't take back what he did...", the second said melodically.

Both eels mischievously laughed, not an evil laugh but they had something on mind. What could it be? Nobody knew yet; both slipped out of the Lounge without being noticed. Only a pair of grey and yellow eyes gleaming in the dark.

#ツイステ #ツイステッドフンダラーンド #twst #twisted wonderland #オクタヴィネル寮 #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twisted wonderland azul #twst floyd #twst jade

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aserethstorm · 3 years

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The Galaxies inside jars🌌✔️

Levihan +104th Royalty Au Part 2

[Also available on AO3!]

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Hange meets an old foe, the same one storming the depths of her dreams ever since.

Lucky for her, this time she isn’t alone.

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There’s a giant wall of fire in the distance...

Rapidly rushing closer...

The air around her is burning, scorching her lungs every time she breathes.

Panic is evident. It’s present in the screams behind her.

She’s scared too, terrified...but she’s also never felt so sure in her life.

If only...

“Hey, four eyes.”

Hange gasps, body shaking as she pulls up from her rest. Horrified eyes glaring at the pale wall in front of her, the white paint illuminated by the moon.

This is not a port , she utters the words out loud. Engraving them deep into her soul. Admitting her consciousness to the reality in front of her.

It’s doesn’t ease the tension though, as trembling hands grip the covers beside them, the same ones that have now slid down to her waist.

“This...It’s always....”

Hange doesn’t continue, favoring the action of rubbing her left eye instead. She feels the damp wetness that pooled with it. Sniffing she puts her hand down, turning over to glance at her side.

She sees Levi. His chest to the bed exposing his firm back, heaving like the tides in the sea, their shared coverture concealing his lower torso and his well-defined arms swaddled the pillow where his tranquil face, nestled in between.

Hange smiles, thinking how tired he must be to be sleeping so peacefully and unperturbed in this moment.

The Royal Court must have drained him , she assumes.

Moving closer she places a light kiss on the side of his brow. For some unknown reason, the pounding headaches of flashing pictures in the form of her dreams. Events that Hange is sure, that have never happened fades as soon as she feel his life. The sharp scowling features that bore the weight of an entire kingdom, body heavy and scaled by the responsibilities of his people is the same one that is healthy and safe by her side.

Just as she pulls herself off. A sharp cry erupts breaking the humble silence, soft mumbles at first growing louder and louder-

Hearing the noise. Levi lifts his head, instinct making him tilt to its direction. A low groan escapes his lips as his body pleads for him to stand. Hange quickly pushes him back down.

Drowsy with sleep Levi stares at her through blurry grey eyes half begging to be closed. “Sleep. I’ve got this.” Hange whispers. That was the only affirmation Levi needs for his head to meet the pillow once again, his body relaxing as his breathe steadied to a soft rhythm.

The night was still high as Hange pushed herself off the chaises, peeking through the curtains of their balcony. Viewing for a moment the empty night sky with only the moon at its display.

She then makes quick steps towards the cradle on the other side of the room. Reaching out to embrace the tiny bundle in front of her. The baby screaming her lungs out like their life depended on it.

“Hisu, come on now...” she pleads softly, rocking the baby side to side to calm her down. A beautiful mess of tears and blonde locks with sky blue eyes.

Ackerman genetics are truly amazing. Hange momentarily admires, her heart swelling at the image as she continues. Rocking back and forth, she glides across the smooth rug to no avail. Hange decides to resort a different tactic, pulling Historia close to her breast.

The baby pushes away her effort, wailing louder.

The Queen in amidst of panic tries to hum lullabies (where the words were barely uttered) and when that didn’t work Hange swayed her body gently to an imaginary ballroom song, that didn’t either.

It takes a whole minute of peppering before Hange decides to slip on her night robe, draping Historia in a bundle of warm silk.

“Now...Let’s get a move on shall we?” Hange grins, earning a second of curious silence from the child in her arms. Putting on her glasses she exits the room barefoot.

The floor is cold just as expected but Hange doesn’t mind just grateful for the needed distraction her 11-month-old baby provided for her on the spot.

She strides the castle’s familiar halls with determination. A plan set as her gears began to churn to distract Historia with every ornament or painting they come across. “Look here Historia.” Hange beckons, stopping in front of probably the 5th painting they’ve come across.

To the queen’s credit, the tiny princess did stop in her weeping, as if she were waiting patiently for her mother’s explanation. Hange mentally pumps her fist every time Historia does it before proceeding to thoroughly describe it to her, extending her vacant arm to trace its lines.

“This...now this one Hisu is the battle of the titans, a historic movement! Naked men and women battling for territory, all the while-actually let’s move on to the next.” They leave the premises quickly, Hange mentally slapping herself for exposing her month-old infant to the concept of nudity. When was that even there?

Dammit...if the children saw this.

Hange quickly takes note to take down that painting by daybreak. Historia seemingly wanting the opposite, extended her arms forward. Calling out to the tapestry behind them. “Gah!..”

“No Historia...your not ready for that one.” The Queen murmurs as a chubby hand slaps itself across her face, knocking the glasses off the bridge of her nose. Halting, Hange secures her hold of Historia. Reigning the rampant infant before subduing the child in her own blankets, like a cocoon.

Holding her baby in front of her. Hange levels her gaze. Meeting the devil’s eye. Hange adjusts her glasses before saying...” mommy can only handle one naked butt at a time, sweetie.” Historia makes a face, an expression one can muster at months old. The tiny princess sticks her tongue out, ratting her mother in their own lie.

“Okay, maybe two” Hange scoffs, rolling her eyes at the annoyance and Historia for the first time since she cried, giggles. Hange’s whole face lights up at the sound, squealing she brings her daughter close to her lips. Blowing the infant's cheek making her elicit more of the sweet noise.

“Your majesty!” A voice invades, interrupting the short-lived moment as both mother and daughter simultaneously turn their heads to the stranger.

Flinching at the newfound attention the person quickly steps forward. Positioning themselves where the dim lights of the corridor could expose their features. “My apologies your majesty, I was not expecting to see out at this hour.” Her voice trembles and Hange is waft with a sense of familiarity, now pinpointing the attendant in front of her.

“It’s alright, your name’s Nifa right?” Hange waves as she pulls Historia close to her chest. Nifa looks up nodding, “Yes, I was just assisting Mrs. Jaeger with the children your majesty.” Hange nods and the young woman continues. “I hope you don’t mind your grace but they insisted on sleeping together.”

“The kids have just slept?”

“Oh no, your majesty! They slept at their usual hour, we just stayed behind to clean up.” Nifa clarifies, waving her hands frantically at the monarch. Hange smiles, the infant in her arms watching her carefully. “Thank you for your hard work today Nifa, please get some much-needed rest” she beams. Nifa smiles, relieved at the situation she bows before bidding Hange a good night.

Nifa was far down the hall when Hange hears the soft yawn. Her eyes widening as she looks down to the little blonde in her arms. “All that crying must have tired you out eh? Don’t worry I know a place where we can go”. Historia stares, her big blue eyes wide with fascination.

The handle clicks and Hange strides forward, entering the large fray. She easily spots the mess of bodies in one of the giant beds. With a twist of limbs and a handful of snores, Hange senses them all as she pushes away strays of hair before bending down to give each one a peck on the head. She places Historia somewhere else as she works her way in untangling the mess. A tedious process as she uncapped legs and unchained arms from one another.

Once satisfied with her work she carries Historia, bringing them both onto the pile. The baby at first was confused at the sight, noising her frustration.

Only once seeing Connie’s hand she awed, reaching out to hold it. Hange grins, spooning them all whilst protecting Historia from any of the kids' sudden movements.

Peace comes naturally to the queen as their noise lull her back to rest. The pesky nightmares locked away in the darkness of her mind for now. This is nice. She sighs, reflectively pulling them closer, embracing a dreamless slumber.

The sun peeks through the mountains lining the distance, bringing with it a light purple and yellow. Blinking Jean pulls up, the young boy yawns stretching his arms uncomfortably over his head. His early risings have been a habit born out of instinct. He pulls off the blanket, throwing it over Sasha who was beside him. Scratching his back he looks around, shrinking when he meets a pair of gunmetal irises staring right back.

Hange is the next to follow. Bringing herself up she lazily wipes off the little remnants of drool before meeting Jean's gaze, who was situated on the other end of the bed.

The boy cocks a confused brow “Mom?!” He mumbles, turning back quickly to something in between them. Hange follows his gaze, eyes slightly widening at the saturated figure seated on the large chair.

Levi sighs, resuming a straighter sitting position. His nightwear hanging loosely on his figure. Hair half disheveled as strands of his black locks ruffles at the tips.

“Uhmmm...Levi?” Hange questions tilting her head curiously to the side. Levi glares at her and Hange almost immediately understands, the feeling evident when a smile spreads across her cheeks. “What are you doing here?” she chuckles, It doesn’t stop her from asking the question though and Levi crosses his arms. Jean witnessing the display between his two parents hung his mouth lose.

“I find both my wife and youngest daughter nowhere to be found. What did you expect?” Levi answers, tone gruff and defiant he turns his head to the window unwilling to meet her gaze. Hange swears his pouting and the queen couldn’t help contain the boisterous laugh that escaped after it.

She accidentally awakes the rest of the children up. “Wait-Huh???” Connie says flailing his arms as his eyes adjust to the newfound brightness. Mikasa glares at him then at the depressing figure in front of her. Levi seeing her aggravated look glares back, the two ravens immediately locking into a heated stare.

Their gaze broke once Hange stood up from the bed, walking over to Levi and handing him Historia. The little princess still in deep slumber, unaffected by the rest of the family's commotion. His gaze softens, caressing the baby’s cheek. Hange leans over leveling her burnt honey eyes to him, she grins.

“Mission accomplished.”

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tbartss · 3 years

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Well since you asked so nicely, here is everything I wrote so far :’))

There was one memory Lance kept going back to whenever the world around him seemed too real. It was a long time ago, but he remembered it like it was yesterday.

He was back in Cuba, sitting on his surfboard on the mellow waves, his knees on either side as he stared up at the stars. He was 10 years old, and had yet to hear about the phenomenal school that was the Galaxy Garrison that would spark the beginning of his destiny. Now he was just a simple, normal citizen of Cuba, riding the dancing water and tracing the lights in the sky with his Tìo.

His tio, for all his remarkable self, was a strange man, and Lance had always thought so. It wasn’t in the way he spoke or gestures or walked or anything like that. It was in the things he said, sometimes, to seemingly just Lance.

Once he had thrown Lance one look and said, “I have only one debt, and that is to the stars.” What he had been doing to make him say that was the part he didn’t remember, but it wasn’t the important part.

His tio was his mother’s brother, but even she couldn’t make sense to what he was saying. When he had asked Raquel if she had heard him say anything like that, she’d shaken her head and looked at him as if he was crazy.

“You probably just dreamt it.” She’d said, but Lance was sure it hadn’t been his imagination.

“No way! My dreams are nothing like that.”

“You can’t control your dreams, tonto. Besides, Tio hardly ever speaks, and for him to say something like that is just downright loco.”

But Lance wasn’t convinced. He hadn’t really noticed until then that Rachel was right about one things though. His tio hardly ever spoke, but Lance had just chalked that up to adulthood. He had thought that the more you grew up, the less you needed to say. But now that he thought about it, his mother didn’t seem to hold back on any words whatsoever. Not to mention the very expressive way she spoke with her hands, that Lance had inherited. It was hardly believable that they were related.

“The stars are calling you again, eh?” He said now, staring at Lance, who was in turn staring at the stars. It was one of his favourite pass times, and his tio was one of his favourite people to do it with.

He wanted to ask what he meant, but he knew it was no use. Ever since Raquel had come with that comment, he’d begun to see that his tio was a man of few words. Lance had never heard him repeat himself and he knew it was futile to ask him of it now.

He’d said to Lance once, when he’d held a gun for the first time, that a man should think like he only has one bullet left in his holster. “One target. One shot. Once you pull the trigger there is no going back.” He was starting to think he wasn’t only applying that to his shooting.

So, Lance shrugged as an answer to his question. When his tio got like this, usually late into the night, Lance didn’t know what to say to him, most of the time. It was like he expected something from Lance, but Lance had no idea what, much less how to give it to him.

Nevertheless his tio nodded sagely, like Lance’s shrug told him everything he couldn’t say with words. His feet were wading the water under them calmly, causing small ripples that rocked Lance a little, like a soothing lullaby. He asked, “Leandro, how do they make you feel?”

Lance tore his eyes from the constellation his mother had named Orion, tilting his head. “Huh?” But it was useless, he knew, because his tio, instead of repeating himself, turned back to the night sky.

His eyes turned soft, and he breathed deep as if he could smell the galaxy from here if only he breathed deep enough.

Lance, feeling again like his tio was expecting something he didn’t know how to give, poked the water a couple of times. Once there, once here. And before he knew it, he was tracing his finger in the same shape as the constellation. The water rippled until his fingers stilled, and Lance saw that the Orion he had drawn was mirrored in the water.

How did the stars make him feel? How would he know? He was ten.

“What am I supposed to feel?” He asked instead, as he started tracing Andromeda in the water. When the image got too blurry he paused his finger to let the water still before he continued.

“You’ll know when you know, Lancito.” His voice was a soft timber in the quiet of the night, and Lance thought about how his tio was probably the closest he came to a father.

He listened to him breathe for a while, feeling a weird sensation in the crest of his chest, tucked somewhere deep inside that he didn’t know how to name. And lance, when he had added the last star to Andromeda, said, “Tio?”

He hummed in answer, not taking his eyes off of the stars.

“How did you know you wanted to work at the range?”

His tio looked at him in question. Just like how he was a man of few words, he also never said anything unnecessary.

Lance swallowed and looked away, suddenly feeling the need to fiddle with his fingers. “It’s just that at school, they asked us what we wanted to be in the future and I have no idea. Raquel knows she wants to be a teacher, and Marco has that internship and Veronica has been at that flying school a million years. But I have no idea what I want to be. What I want to do.” He looked up at his tio desperately, but he was only looking back as if he was deep in thought. “The only thing I’m sorta good at is shooting and fútbol. Do you think I should work with you, at the range?”

His tio seemed suspended in time, his body so still he caused no ripples in the sea below them. The wind carried his hair; it was dark brown, like Lance’s mother’s, like his father’s. Like his own.

And then slowly, his tio shook his head. The wind carried his voice like it would the single petal of a dandelion. He said, “Your place is not here, mijo. I think you know, deep inside you, where you belong.”

And then he said, “There is a part of you that is still sleeping. Once you wake it, that’s when you’ll know.”

He really hated his mysticism sometimes. He wished he could be a little clearer in what he meant, but then he thought about how he would feel if someone wished he could just understand things in a normal way. Lance had noticed he needed the extra step to understand certain things, elaborations if you will, but he didn’t think that’s the part his tio was talking about.

No, when Lance finally understood what his tio had meant, he’d stood on the frontlines of an intergalactic war.

***

When Lance had first laid eyes on the castle he’d thought, now that’s a house. He envisioned himself laid back with his hands resting behind his head, being fed grapes by the very attractive subjects that served him as he kicked back and relaxed like a king. He thought that the castle was his dream in reality, laid out bare for his very own eyes to see.

The other’s hadn’t been as impressed. More likely, they had been scared shitless. When he looked at Keith he saw only stone cold exterior. He bet himself that Keith was thinking the exact same thing he was. Too bad this was Lance’s dream, and he was going to seize it for himself.

The Blue Lion ship had really helped with his confidence. With that machinery, a weapon answering only to his command, he was basically unstoppable. He had the world at his feet, the stars in his hair. No one, not even Keith, could take that from him.

Shiro had taken charge, but he was okay with that. He knew what he was doing, and honestly, what is a dream without some comrades to die for, right? He had his best friend, his midget of a communications officer, and his rival in the same boat. There was no adventure, if he had no one to share it with.

The others looked around while Lance tinkered with the central controls in the room they were in. He pushed a few buttons and then laid his hand on the handprint, almost missing the hissing machinery that resulted from his improvising.

And boy, did he want to share his dreams.

When he had first laid eyes on Allura, a falling princess, landing in his arms, he’d thought, now that’s a woman. He envisioned them both sitting together, laughing together, standing at the alter as his family cheered him on, and Lance was wearing the biggest smile in the universe, really, NASA could capture it with their satellite. He thought that Allura was his dream come true, a fair maiden falling into his arms.

She was like a memory pulled from his mind.

A strong one, and quite hurtful.

“Ow, ow, ow! Careful, my skin is very delicate!”

The princess did not let up her hold on his ear, and he tried not to hear the snigger he knew was coming from Pidge.

***

“This castle must be ancient.” The hallways were so empty and wide his voice was carried across the distance. He whistled to test out the acoustics. He heard his own tune for another ten seconds before it disappeared further down the hall.

“100.000 years to be exact!” Coran said cheerily behind him. His voice carried far, too.

The first tour around the castle wasn’t very impressive. All of the doors were closed and it looked like no one had walked down these halls forever — which he supposed no one had, now that he thought about it. The control panels and light bulbs beside and above every door, respectively, were covered in dust.

With Allura walking down the hall in front of them though, the light turned on, running like veins horizontically along the wall until the hallway disappeared beyond the eye could see. These hallways were massive. Lance thought it’d be quite lonely for only two people.

“Amazing,” Pidge gushed, staring unblinkingly at the lights that turned on. Allura looked over her shoulder to smile kindly at him.

Hunk squinted at the lights, too, and poked them with his pointer finger. “How exactly does that work? I don’t see any electricity outlets.”

Coran laughed loudly, the sound of his merry filling the entire hallway. Lance thought it sounded a bit like his tio. “Oh, the simple human and their wonders,” he said. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “The castle’s power source, my young earthling, is connected to Allura’s energy. She is the only one who can control this ship and everything in it with her alchemy.”

“Alchemy?” Pidge piped up, sidling alongside Coran. “As in equivalent exchange?”

“Wait, wait, wait. How were we then able to get in with the Lion ship?” Hunk asked, touching the light along the walls.

Honestly, Lance was getting bored with their conversation. Blah, blah, something about Altean magic, and ancient knowledge, whatever. What Lance wanted to know was what was behind all of these doors. There were so many, Lance doubted each of them housed an Altean court person back in the day.

He walked to the nearest door and squinted at the control panel beside it. The inscription was in Altean, which he obviously couldn’t read, but there was also a very big red button. He wondered if…

The doors whooshed open the second he pressed the button on the panel. Inside was what Lance would assume was the Altean equivalent of a broom closet. It was bigger than his house. Like massive. How many bathrooms was the toilet paper in this closet supposed to cover?

He turned around to keep walking, when he stopped in his tracks. Everyone was staring at him.

At the sound of the doors opening, Coran had stopped talking immediately about something or other, Lance wasn’t really paying attention. Allura was also looking at him and the door, seeming in shock.

Lance raised his arms and took two steps away from the door. “It wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything.”

No one said a word, for a while. Shiro was looking between Coran and Allura, probably to try and figure out what they were thinking, or if this had been inappropriate somehow. Keith looked about ready to downright murder Lance.

After some time of staring very intensely at Lance, Coran hummed and stroked his moustache. “The controls must be rustier than I thought. It has been 10.000 years…” he muttered, more to himself than anyone. He must have decided it wasn’t worth mulling over, his wrist flicking like he was swatting the topic away. “Anyway,” he continued walking, “so the crystals in this castle…”

And that was that. Allura and Coran kept walking, and Shiro, sensing there were no consequences happening, started to walk, too, prompting everyone else to follow his lead.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief, and made sure to close the door before he followed with them.

“Stop touching stuff, you’re going to get us in trouble,” Keith hissed beside him. He must have slowed his pace to Lance’s. Just to tell him off? Tch, Lance didn’t think so.

“Relax, Mullet,” he answered and pocketed his hands in his jeans. “These people aren’t going to harm us. I mean, look at how gorgeous— I mean forgiving the princess was.”

“We’re in the middle of space with flying cat ships that are controlled by the very people that could incinerate us in a matter of seconds, or did you forget?” He added, “And it’s not a mullet!”

Lance shrugged. “Ay, stop being so paranoid. If you tighten up any more you’ll probably die a non-heroic death by boredom.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“And that will be your downfall. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“What? That doesn’t even make any sense!”

***

*lance and hunk sneaking out of the garrison to go clubbing. Lance stops and stares at the stars. Maybe something happened earlier with Keith.*

“You okay, man?”

“Huh? Yea, was just thinking of something my uncle said once.”

“About space? Whatd he say?”

“I don’t even know, man, he didn’t make a lot of sense. It doesn’t matter, let’s go meet some girls WOO!!”

***

“How do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what? I’m just pressing buttons.”

“Yeah, that open doors that aren’t supposed to open.”

“Maybe the castle just likes me the best.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Enough talk. Let’s swim, mullet! I’ll race ya!”

***

The thing about the Galra is that they are both persistent and resourceful, and when you mix those two things together, they become near unstoppable. It was probably why their reign had lasted for as long as it did.

#my writing #voltron #lance

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ocsbystarlight · 3 years

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Lullaby

Thor Odinson x OC, Thor Odinson x Lady Friða

Fandom: The Avengers

Summary: When Thor and Friða are fatally wounded in battle, Loki looks after his niece and nephews

Warnings: Mentions of battle, talks of severe wounds (no descriptions), babies crying, Soft! Loki, Uncle Loki

It was a day of mourning on Asgard, it had been since that morning.

Asgard’s army had been called away to battle, Thor and Friða, Asgards King and Queen, leading the troops, and while the battle was won, it was not without cost.

Many soldiers had paid with their lives, and most others returned severely injured, including the Thunder God and his wife.

Frigga was taking care of the Princess and her younger brothers while their parents were away.

“No! Let me in!” She called loudly, fighting against the force holding her back.

“Shh, no, petal.” She knew the voice immediately. Loki.

“Let me in!” She repeated, but Loki wouldn’t let up.

“No, I’m not letting you see that.” Loki said firmly, watching the doors to the Healing Wing shut. “You’ll see them when they’re better, they need rest now.”

Thrud turned around once the doors shut, tightly hugging her uncle, who was quick to hug her back.

“They’ll be alright, butterfly, I promise.” He said. “They’re strong, they’ll be fine.”

Loki stood beside his mother, looking over Thor and Friðas unconscious forms. “They’re stable. For now, at least.” Frigga said. “We’ve done all we can for now, now we can only wait and see how they take it, and go from there.”

Loki nodded solemnly, looking down at the floor.

“What happened, Loki?” He looked up again at Frigga’s voice.

“We were caught off guard.” He said. “One of the enemy got a lucky strike at Friða, and… you know how Thor gets when she gets hurt.”

Frigga nodded understandingly, and silence settled over the room, the only sound coming from Thor and Friða’s slow breathing, signaling that they were both still alive.

“How are Thrud and the boys?”

“Well, the boys are a bit too young to understand the situation, aren’t they?” Loki sighed. “Thrud is… she’s worried. She’s smart, she understands what’s going on.”

“She got her mother’s quick thinking and it shows.”

“Well, she certainly didn’t get it from Thor, did she?”

It was later that day, dinner had just recently ended, and Loki realized that getting Magni and Moði to sleep was going to be a challenge.

His brother had told him how stubborn the boys were, that it would take hours to get them to sleep. That is, until Friða found a lullaby that put the boys to sleep almost immediately.

But apparently, it only worked when it was their parents singing to them. Loki had tried multiple times, as had Frigga, but the boys remained awake.

“You’re as stubborn as your father, did you know that?” He said, mostly to himself, as Magni and Moði continued crying.

That’s when an idea entered his mind. He stepped just inside the door, keeping his distance from the twins beds, and with a flourish of his hand, two illusions appeared in the room, perfect copies of Friða and Thor. Magni and Moði immediately calmed down, even if just a little bit, at the sight of their parents, as the illusions sat down in the two chairs next to the beds.

Vargen ylar i nattens skog,

han vill men kan inte sova.

Hungern river hans vargabuk,

och det är kallt i hans stova.

Du varg, du varg, kom inte hit,

ungen min får du aldrig.

“Hello, butterfly.” He said quietly, crouching down to her height. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m worried about mamma and pappa.” She mumbled, and Loki smiled sympathetically.

“I understand that you are, and that’s okay.” He said. “You can’t, and don’t have to be brave every moment.

“Do you know what? Even your father gets scared.”

“Does he?” Thrud asked , and Loki chuckled.

“Exactly. Don’t be afraid to show your emotions.” Loki said. “If people have a problem with it, then that’s exactly what it is. Their problem.”

“Can we go see them?” Thrud asked hesitantly after a moment, and Loki smiled.

“Of course we can, Petal.” He said, and led his niece to the Healing Wing.

Thor and Friðas room was quiet, the slight creak of the door sounding much louder than usual in the silence. Friða’s bed was closer, so that’s where Thrud went first.

Thrud kissed the top of her mother’s hand, like she’d seen Thor do so many times, before moving over to her fathers bed, Loki silently watching.

“Goodnight Pappa.” She said, hugging what she could reach of her fathers arm. “Goodnight Mamma.” She did the same to Friða, before her and Loki left the room, to get Thrud to bed.

“They’ll be alright, petal, I promise.” Loki promised as Thrud tucked herself into bed. “They’ll wake up soon.”

“I know they will.” Thrud said. “Because they’re so strong.”

“That they are.” Loki smiled. “Goodnight, petal.”

“Goodnight Loki.”

“Mamma!”

The next morning, Frigga led Thrud to her parents healing room, promising good news. When they entered, Thrud immediately launched herself at her mother, seeing her awake.

“Hello my darling.” Friða smiled, hugging her daughter tightly once she was secure in her lap. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m good. Especially now that you and Pappa are okay.”

“I’m sorry we worried you.” Friða apologized, running a hand through her daughters hair.

“It’s okay. You’re awake now.”

“But look at that, your father isn’t.” Friða said, glancing to her left to look at her sleeping husband. “I think you should wake him, we can’t have him asleep now, can we?”

“Isn’t he still hurt?” Thrud asked worriedly, but her mother only smiled.

“Trust me.” She said, and Thrud jumped off her lap and over to her fathers bed.

“Pappa?” She asked, poking at Thor’s arm.

She’d barely stood there for a second before Thor shot up from the bed and pulled Thrud into his arms, playfully roaring, Thrud shrieking with laughter.

“Pappa!”

“Good morning Princess.” Thor smiled, kissing his daughter's forehead.

Yesterday was a day of mourning. But the King and Queen were alive and well, this was a day of joy.

#lady friða #thor odinson x oc #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #avengers x oc #avengers oc #marvel oc

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jangmi-latte · 4 years

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❞ 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 ❝

➻ content: it's ashengrotto's melody!

➻ warnings: to the max diabetes

➻ comments: nothing. just enjoy. don't cry! listen to Down To The Sea from the little mermaid 2. when i said i would write this, i mean it.

azul is in his adult years in this one! this is the offical story now, i apologize for what happened a couple of minutes ago.

Soaring high, the birds go. Far in the distance, the sea splashing on the shore and a grand ship setting sail away from the borders. The soft melodic humming echoing through the walls of a ship’s chamber as the birds landed on figurehead on the ship. Little babbles of a little girl cooed as her little hands clenched and unclenched for the attention of her father.

His stretched lips continued to hum a soft lullaby, facing his little guppy, eyes the same as her mothers and hair the same as his. So fragile and adorable, soft and huggable, that’s what she is. The living being that came from the love of both her parents. Her small lips matched his smile, so plump and pink, continuing to give her little sounds as she continued to move her delicate hands around. This is she...

Azul’s Melody.

He walked over to his daughter, Melody giggling louder once she heard his soft melodic tune. His hands gently scooping his daughter from her crib as the mobile softly twinkled. She laid in his warm arms delighted to finally be in his father’s presence, her open smile never leaving her face as her doe-like eyes looked up at him. Azul breathlessly chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You are my world my darling,” he began. “What a wonderful world I see...” He faced the ship’s window, adjusting his arms so Melody could take a view of the waters as her eyes widened and a louder giggle left her lips.

Her father looked down back at her, placing her head in his hand and the other supporting her bottom. Loving fatherly eyes looked at her so tenderly. “You are the song I’m singing...” he brought her up to his face until their foreheads were touching. “You’re my beautiful Melody...”

Water continued to splash against the ship's hull as it moved farther away from the land. Melody's mother looked down at the ocean from the deck of the ship, seeing splashes from the distance and fishes leaping from the water. They're coming. y/n grinned and ran up the stairs of the ship and into the chamber her husband and daughter stayed. "Darling we better be going...”

“Look at her isn’t she glowing?” smiled Azul as he looked over at his wife. She giggled and went behind her husband, placing her chin on his shoulder as her finger poked her daughter’s cheek. “She looks divine and you look exquisite!” complimented y/n as she pushed her husband out the door, continuing, “But look at the time!”

“Couldn’t be is it?” questioned Azul.

Y/n’s old butler stretched out his arm with a bow, a smile of his own stretched on his lips as he took sight of little Melody who looked delightfully curious. “The crew is awaiting your orders.”

“We’re sailing away from our borders!” came the captain.

“Steady boy steady! Ahoy there, they’re coming!” yelled the two crewmen.

“Trumpeters ready, drums start drumming!” ordered the butler.

The harmonious sound of trumpets and drums resonated from the ship as Azul and his wife descended the stairs to the deck. Cradling Melody carefully in his arms as he looked at her. “Down to the sea we go. Down to a world, I know.” Melody clapped her hands joyfully, her eyes looking around curious as her little apple hair bounced with every movement.

“There’s never been, not ever before a child born of sea and shore.”

“Down to the sea we go, down to the world below!” y/n gleamed and ran to the sidelines while her husband followed suit. Her smile stretching wider as she could see the nostalgia in Azul’s eyes. The people, on the ship, cheered for both of them. Idia, who stood near the sidelines, gave a small smile to his friend as Ortho clapped for joy. Their friend has a family now.

“A journey to bless, a princess to be, under the sun...” She kissed her daughter’s forehead, Melody wiggling in Azul’s arms as she heard the ocean singing.

“And under the sea!” said both Azul and his wife.

Melody looked up at her parents, both smiling as they looked at the ocean as if waiting for something to come. The curious little girl blinked and just giggled while shaking her little fists, saliva forming in little bubbles while Azul hummed and wiped the drool. “Just you wait, my little guppy. You’ll see how special you are to me...”

In the swooshing mass of the blue sea, a fish popped his head out of the water. Upon seeing the ship and two figures by the sidelines, he gasped and dove back down. Into the Coral Sea, he swam and called to those in close relation to Azul. “Azul is coming!”

“Azul is coming?”

Chorus of joyful questions and cheers resonated within the deep waters. The fish eventually reached one merman who dropped what he was doing and began swimming around in glee. “What’s all the big commotion?” he asked and pulled his brother as they swam upwards. His sharp teeth shining brightly, he continued, “From sea to shining sea?”

His twin chuckled and let two smaller mereels swim past him. “There is no hesitating. Today we’re celebrating. It’s Azul’s melody!” They swam and swam, the sun shining brighter the higher they swam. They can hear them. It’s finally time. It has been seven years.

“We’re gonna have a spree!” cheered two little mereels.

“Her voice is clearer now,” Jade noted.

“I think I hear her now!” marvelled Floyd.

“It’s Azul’s Melody!”

They arose their head from the water, grinning widely upon the sight of their childhood friend on the ship. Azul and y/n waved at the twin eels. Melody is laughing loudly and cutely again. The little girl was having fun, even though not knowing what’s going on. The contagious smiles of everyone around her have made Melody’s heart leap for joy.

Up from the sea, we rise, into the world of skies. There’s never been not ever before, a child born of sea and shore. Up from the sea, we rise, into the world of skies. Together as one, under the sea and under the sun.

“This is your world my darling.” Azul let Melody see a better part of the ocean, his family and friends all looking up in awe, finding the mixture of y/n and the meroctoupus to be adorable. “One world the land and sea. My hope for you for always...” His daughter babbled and waved her hands up and down as if feeling the water under her arms. Her father held her close, tenderly letting her head lay on his chest while his nose rubbed against her small tuff of hair.

“Is that your heart will hold part of me.”

Everyone, on both the ship and sea, cheered and admired little Melody. y/n let her tears cascade down her eyes. Her daughter and husband were getting recognized and loved by everyone. Their hard work has been paid off. Melody was the reward, the offspring of their love. Floyd squealed and cupped his lips, yelling, “I can’t wait to see the little jellyfish swim!”

Jade laughed and Azul rolled his eyes. It’s time they finally reunite.

“Uncle Azul!”

Two little girls and a boy came running down the halls of the mansion’s living room. Both girls latching themselves on the man’s legs and the boy jumping around him, giggling as they looked up at their uncle. “Where’s Melody? I want to see her!” they all chirped. Azul snickered and looked over at the door.

“Do you mind getting your kids off of me while I tend to their request?”

“I already told the three of them to keep it down but just like Floyd and me, we’re all excited to see Melody.” Jade walked over to his friend, hugging him while Azul just smiled. “I’m glad they love my daughter.”

“Enough chit-chat! Where’s the little jellyfish?” Floyd looked around, trying to look for the little female version of Azul. The triplets continued to bounce around the living room. Azul’s wife peered from the second-floor balcony. Happy is she to see her husband with his friends, still youthful and never fleeting. Melody, who was busy chewing on a shell necklace, also looked down and laughed loudly. Six heads immediately looked up, all simultaneously smiling before the triplets dashed up the stairs.

“Melody!”

A harmonious reunification of three families.

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lovewillthaw-j · 4 years

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Saving Elsa

An alternate in-movie fic (my first!). Set in between Anna climbing out of the cave, and waking the Giants.

Inspired by Mego’s fanart, which also inspired my edit:

TW: depression, grief, drowning, hypothermia

Anna blinked in the sunlight. The beauty of the dawn in the Enchanted forest could not fill the enormous emptiness within her. She felt utterly lost without Elsa and Olaf. She knew she had to destroy the dam, but that would flood Arendelle and hurt her people. And besides, she had no idea how to destroy such a massive structure of stone without Elsa’s help.

Elsa. It hurt to think about Elsa, but as she stood there, uncertain about the next step, gradually, thoughts of finding Elsa’s body began to fill her mind till it overpowered every other thought. Even if she didn’t know where Elsa had gone, she was going to try. Anna knew she could not survive the torture of another funeral with no body to bury. She knew she had chased Elsa all the way to the North Mountain 3 years ago, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to give up without trying.

Retrace my steps, she thought. She lifted her head and looked around and was gradually aware of the sound of water flowing in the river. The river! I can follow it back to the path. She followed the sound of the water and gradually made her way to the river bank. The Giants were still asleep and she was careful not to wake them. Trudging along the bank, beyond ear shot of the Giants, she slowly made her way through the forest, stumbling a few times whenever she got distracted by thoughts of Elsa. Finally, she came to the spot where the boat had left Elsa's icy path. She recognised the branch that Olaf’s little hand had grabbed onto previously and felt a sting of pain. Reaching her hand into her satchel, she felt Olaf’s wooden arms and coal buttons. Tears streamed down her face, but she steeled herself and said to herself, I must keep going. For Elsa.

A twinkle of ice crystals caught her eye. Elsa’s icy path had melted but there was still some lingering frost. She felt the ground with her hands and confirmed that it was cold and wet. I’m definitely on the right path, she thought.

Onward she trudged, on the path that she had so recently been on. She was hungry and tired and her legs and lungs were crying for a rest but she didn’t feel them calling out to her and pressed on. Finally she came to the stone at the last spot that she had been with Elsa, near their parents’ ship. Hot tears came to her eyes as she was reminded of Elsa's last hug and the last image of her parents before they died.

The sounds of waves crashing on the shore became apparent and she was re-energised as she remembered that Elsa had mentioned that the Dark Sea was too dangerous, just before their final parting. Had Elsa tried to cross the Dark Sea?

She ran to the beach and faced the waves of the Dark Sea. Suddenly, she noticed Elsa’s boots and outer cloak neatly lying on a rock. She wept over Elsa’s cloak, caressing it with her hands and burying her nose in it, smelling Elsa’s scent. Time stood still as she clawed and groped at the cloak, the closest she had been to Elsa since the horrible separation a day ago.

And then she saw them. Through her tears, she realised that there were footprints in the black sand, leading straight into the water. Elsa’s bare footprints. From the distance between the footprints, she surmised that Elsa had been running. She had run straight into the water. And now she was dead. Her body, lost at sea. Just like Agnarr’s and Iduna’s. A mindless fury took over her and she stood and ran to the water’s edge, screaming at the waves.

Dark Sea!!! You have taken the lives of my parents and now, my sister!! What more can you take away from me!! I have no one to bury!! I have nothing left to live for!! Why don’t you finish me off too!!

So saying, she plunged into the water and swam as far as she could, fighting the cold and brutal waves. She felt her consciousness slipping away from her and in a haze, thought she heard a horse neighing. A horse? I must be hallucinating, she thought. Suddenly, the sea spat her back out onto the shore. Relentless, Anna tried to run into the sea again, but within a few minutes, found herself back on the shore. What was going on?

Night had fallen and Anna was shivering. She was soaked to the skin and very, very cold. She had lost her cloak when she went down that waterfall. Momentarily giving up on trying to drown herself, Anna crawled back to the rock with Elsa’s cloak and boots, shaking violently. She pulled Elsa’s cloak over her and felt a moment of irritation when she realised it was so thin that it afforded no warmth at all. Thanks a lot sis, only you could wear a peekaboo cloak and not feel cold. Her muscles were cramping from the violent spasms and Anna felt that she would not survive much longer. Her eyelids closed and out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Elsa’s boot moving by itself.

Darkness. And then, warmth. And a crackling fire.

Hours had passed and she woke up to find herself lying by a roaring fire and a little creature was resting on her bosom. A warm, wriggly...Salamander?! It was Bruni!!

Bruni!! You’re here? You made a fire to keep me warm? Anna noticed she was completely dry and felt much better. She was so relieved to have a companion, even if she wasn’t sure if he fully understood her. She held him in her hands and continued to speak to him.

Thank you so much Bruni. How did you know I was here? Bruni jumped out of her hands and ran to Elsa’s boot and crawled inside, then poked his head out, licking his eyeball and staring at her as if to say, I’ve been hiding in this boot waiting for Elsa to return!! Anna laughed as she realised that Elsa might have stepped on Bruni if she had put on her boots while he was in it! Laughing felt good. She felt like she hadn’t laughed in years.

Now what? What could she do to find Elsa? Say Bruni, do you know what happened to Elsa? Bruni looked at her quizzically, not seeming to understand. Sigh, you don’t speak, do you, thought Anna. She stood up and walked to the water’s edge. Why did the water spit me out, she thought to herself. She stooped and dipped her hands into the water. At this, suddenly Bruni hissed and sparks flew out of his body. He ran towards her and chased her back from the water’s edge, little tongues of flame emanating from his body. What’s wrong Bruni? What did I do? Suddenly, the flames erupted from Bruni, but instead of causing a fire, the fire took the shape of a horse.

A horse, Bruni? I don’t understand? What are you trying to...

A sudden ROAR of water from the ocean rang out and a mighty water horse emerged from the ocean and stepped on to the beach. The horse looked condescendingly at Bruni and took a menancing step forward. Bruni extinguished his flame and ran away, but he couldn’t resist turning his head back and sticking his tongue out at the horse.

Slowly Anna realised that this must be the water spirit! She had only encountered Gale, Bruni and the Earth Giants. Air, Fire, Earth and Water. This explained the neighing sounds she heard when the water spit her out!

She curtsied formally to the magnificent horse and said, I’m princess... err... Queen Anna I suppose, of Arendelle. You must be the water spirit. I’m so sorry for shouting at you just now, I'm just trying to find my sister, Elsa. Thanks for saving my life just now. The Nokk bowed to Anna and she strode forward and stroked the Nokk’s neck.

Suddenly, the Nokk bent lower and indicated that Anna was supposed to mount it. Surprised, Anna mounted the horse, not knowing anything better to do. Wait a moment, she said, as the Nokk stood up. Can Bruni come along? I’m still cold. Neighing a snort of irritation, the horse nodded its head. Gleefully, Bruni ran and jumped into Anna’s hands and ran up to her shoulder where he perched himself. Anna felt grateful for Bruni’s presence, both for the warmth and the comfort of a familiar face.

With a whoosh! the Nokk broke into a gallop across the Dark Sea, taking Anna’s breath away as she flew over the black waters. Where is the Nokk taking me? she wondered to herself. Did Elsa come by this way too? Bruni happily stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the sea breeze. In the distance, Ahtohallan emerged, it’s frozen river glowing brightly against the dark stone. Anna gasped at the magnificent sight of the magical river. As the Nokk passed between the reflective pillars of ice that marked out the path to Ahtohallan, she stared at her reflection and her wonder increased. A powerful force seemed to be situated within Ahtohallan and she felt it drawing her in.

The Nokk slowed to a trot and gracefully stopped at Ahtohallan’s beach. Dismounting, Anna thanked the horse and it splashed back into the sea, disappearing in an instant. Now what? Anna asked Bruni. In response, Bruni jumped off Anna’s shoulder and ran to the open doorway of Ahtohallan, which Anna hadn’t noticed. Okay, keep going forward. Anna strode towards the doorway and gasped as she saw the four pillars with the spirits’ crystal logos carved into them. Bruni ran up the pillar with the Fire emblem on it, smiling proudly at her as the pillar momentarily lit up with an pink glow. Okay, well done to you, said Anna. But you’d better come with me cos it’s really cold here, okay Bruni? I’m not Elsa. Bruni obligingly ran back to Anna and climbed onto her shoulder once more as Anna walked through the doorway of Ahtohallan.

On and on Anna walked within Ahtohallan, it’s magic getting stronger and stronger as she went deeper within. She wasn’t sure what all this had to do with Elsa, but she knew from Mother’s lullaby that in Ahtohallan, all is found, all the answers, and she was going to go as far in as she could and ask Ahtohallan where Elsa was. She came to a slippery tunnel and gingerly made her way across. However, to her consternation, the tunnel ended in a sudden steep drop into a huge cavern. She could see the tunnel’s continuation on the other side, but there was no way across. (Unknown to her, Elsa had recently come this way and had made her way across pillars of ice, however, these had all flurried away when Elsa froze to death)

Bruni, what do we do now? asked Anna, hearing her voice echo in the cavern. I can’t get across this huge gap and I can’t see anyway to climb down there. Bruni cocked his head at her but didn’t seem to know how to help her. Nevertheless, Anna was bolder now after having met 2 spirits. Plus, she knew that Gale had had a special connection with her mother and Elsa had tamed Gale. She called out, confidently, her voice ringing in the cavern: Gale! GALE! Please. It’s Anna. Remember me? Please, I need your help. I know you are able to carry me to the other side.

With a flurry of tiny ice particles, Gale appeared and swirled around Anna, playing with her hair and tickling her sides. Her satchel momentarily flapped open in the breeze and the ice particles flurried inside, wandered over Olaf’s remains, and sailed out again. I know, I miss him too, Gale. Thank you for coming, now can you carry me -

With a gust of wind, in mid-sentence, Anna suddenly found herself floating in the air. Bruni was thoroughly enjoying himself as Gale transported them both over. Whoa! That was sudden, Gale. But thank you very much. Anna continued her trek into Ahtohallan, coming upon the great hall where Elsa had recently re-arranged the giant pillars of ice. The architecture of this place was breathtakingly beautiful. She passed through another doorway and came to an enormous cave where, unbeknownst to her, Elsa had recently seen Iduna and created the snowy images of memories, all of which had since flurried away. There was another dark doorway framed in snow leading out of the cave, which Anna walked into. This led to a downward sloping path, and terminated again in a steep cliff with a sharp drop. Anna strained her eyes to look at the ground below.

Suddenly, Anna spotted a tiny figure that looked like Elsa. An anguished cry escaped her lips. Elsa was far away, at the bottom of the cliff and she was not moving. In fact, she looked completely different and...white. White as ice. No no no no... This isn't happening...say its not true...

Gale, please hurry!! No sooner had the words left her mouth, Anna felt Gale carrying her down the cliff gently. It was very cold here, even Bruni’s warmth seemed insufficient to battle the biting cold. The descent felt like an eternity to Anna, and she knew Elsa had gone too deep, against Mother’s warning.

ELSAAAAA!!!!!!!

cried Anna, running towards the cold, still statue of ice. She repeatedly called and called her sister's name as she hugged her cold body desperately, willing her to come back to life. Anna held Elsa's face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She kissed Elsa’s frozen lips but nothing happened. Please. PLEASE. Ahtohallan, spirits, anybody. Undo this, this spell, whatever magic is going on here. Her voice sounded thin and empty in the bitter cold air.

Bruni! Can you warm her up? Please? Bruni gave her a sad look. She had never seen Bruni in grief before. Anna placed Bruni on Elsa's body, but Bruni did not even attempt to make any heat. Thoroughly exhausted and defeated, Anna clung onto Elsa and cried anew, tears flowing freely. This is the end, thought Anna. I can't bring Elsa's body back to Arendelle. She's become one with the ice of Ahtohallan. Oh how cruel can this be. I've come all the way here with the help of 3 spirits, which is pretty incredible, but in the end I'm sadder than ever before. I'm really ready to succumb now.

Her tears flowed down her cheek and dropped onto Elsa's cold, hard face. Suddenly, the tears glowed with light and were absorbed into Elsa’s face. The light from her tears travelled within Elsa’s frozen body and went towards Elsa’s heart. Then, a glow glimmered through Elsa's body and travelled up her left arm, which was frozen and stretched up to the heavens. It was only then that Anna realised how different Elsa looked, without her braid and in a totally new dress emblazoned with the spirit symbols. Had Elsa met the fifth spirit? Was Elsa THE fifth spirit?

A beam of light and snow came out of Elsa's icy hand, though it was feeble and much less powerful than what Anna was accustomed to. Elsa remained frozen stiff but the snow gradually collected and formed into...an image of her parents. The glow in Elsa's body then faded but Anna hardly noticed as the snowy images of her parents came alive and started speaking.

Iduna: Darling, I've been thinking. It might be time to tell Anna about Elsa. I can't bear keeping her shut out anymore. She's maturing now. She can be responsible.

Agnarr: It's not Anna I'm worried about. What if we let them get close again and the feelings are too much for Elsa? Joy brings out her powers as strongly as fear.

Iduna: But if anyone can find a way to help her, it's Anna.

Agnarr: You may be right about that. There's not much that girl can't do.

Iduna: Her love could hold up the world.

Agnarr: Lucky for the world. Okay. We'll tell her when we return.

The images of her parents stopped moving. Anna wept again, happy tears this time. This was truly a magical place of memories. She embraced the icy images of her father and mother with deep hugs, and felt their love pour into her anew, even though it had been six years since she'd last seen them set sail. Thank you. Thank you so much for that. Her mother's words rang in her memory.

If anyone can find a way to help her, it's Anna.

Anna held Elsa by her waist, wondering what she could do. Her tears had somehow developed some power of their own when they touched Elsa, she realised. Could she do it again? On a hunch, she got down and placed one hand on the icy floor and kept her other hand on Elsa’s body, and she spoke out loud: Elsa, I love you. Ahtohallan, spirits, this is my beloved sister and I would do anything to bring her back. Please, show me something I can do.

Magically, the ground under Anna's hand glowed and ice crystals started to rise from the ground and coalesce into images! Anna gazed in amazement as a small-sized version of the dam appeared in front of her. But there was more. She could make out 3 blocky figures moving slowly towards the dam, in the distance. Suddenly, she realised she was looking at three Earth Giants and just then, they started throwing rocks at the miniature dam. As she followed the trajectory of the flying rocks, she saw a tiny version of herself running on top of the dam, dodging the rocks as they crashed into the dam, destroying it. Then the image faded away and morphed into a small version of Elsa, in her current frozen state, but coming back to life. The images then froze.

Anna sat down heavily, trying to process what she had just witnessed, here in Ahtohallan, the place of memories. She figured that she must be seeing "memories" from the future - visions. That didn’t sound too far-fetched, considering that Elsa had seen a memory from 35 years in the past. Momentarily, Anna wondered if she had gained powers herself and she absentmindedly tried to lift her hand and conjure up snow. Nothing happened.

I don’t want ice or any form of powers, anyhow. I’m happy to be me and I just want you back, Elsa. She knew her request had been answered. She now knew how to save Elsa and how to destroy the dam. Now all that was left was to get it done.

Thank you, she breathed. Thank you Ahtohallan.

Elsa, I'm going to save you.

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How this continues: with Gale and Nokk's help, Anna leaves Ahtohallan and re-crosses the Dark Sea, reaching the Earth giants. The story then continues as it did in the movie (Wake up!!!!!). With some important adjustments 1) Anna is not as sad when talking to Kristoff 2) When Elsa gallops toward Anna on Nokk, Anna is not sad, but surprised because she thought she would have to go back to Ahtohallan to get her. 3) When Elsa says “You saved me”, Anna replies “Yeah, I know!!!!” to which Elsa is shocked and then, Anna shares that she too has been to Ahtohallan.

For those who aren’t aware, the scene of Iduna and Agnarr is directly lifted from the Deleted Scene, A Place Of Our Own. I just wanted to include it...

Headcanons applied in this fic - 1) 5th spirit’s powers are to extract memories from water; 2) Anna, as the other half of the bridge, can also communicate with the spirits and they help her get to Ahtohallan as she has no powers; 3) Anna becomes the 5th spirit for a short while - there was some transference when her tears fell onto Elsa; 4) Iduna is a memory, not a ghost; 5) Ahtohallan (Sentient) shows memories of the parents to the girls to comfort them and strengthen their resolve; 6) I was inspired by Rapunzel’s tears falling onto and reviving Eugene; 7) This fic features Brunanna heavily =) ; 8) I like the idea that Bruni and Nokk are “rivals” (water vs fire) and Bruni is cheeky towards Nokk.

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spookysweet-heart · 3 years

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Just Another Runaway?

Parings: Circus!Egos x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Youtuber Egos (Mark, Jack, and Nate)

Warning: Vague mention of abuse

A/N: Hello! I deleted the original work I had because I wanted to change a few things. I hope you all like this new Introduction to this Circus series! The lovely aesthetic I’ll be using for this intro is by the very talented @huffle-princess! Thank you again for letting me use your aesthetics! Edited by @semiproeagle23

Life was never the greatest, you had to admit that. From the screaming, to the fights, the bruises, and tears. The only escape you had from what was supposed to be your home, was the local Gym. A little weird, but they had a gymnastics section in there and that’s where you loved to go.

Your best friend since childhood, Stretch, is the owner's daughter. She goes to the same school you do. You two would always be at the Gym after school for a bit, and you’d always find the time to practice some moves and get a workout done with some of the other girls who were practicing.

Though you would never really join in, you were more off to the side.

Stretch would help you cover up bruises you had that were visible, but you could see it in her face that she was worried about you, though you always told her you were fine and pushed through it.

Those unspoken words you and her shared when she looked at the pain you were in always ended in you running away at the end of the day, but none were successful.

You made plans and sure you were careful to the tiniest detail, perfecting it after each attempt you took.

Failure after failure, you never gave up. The first few times after being brought back home from the cops, you were yelled at, degraded.

It took a couple more years, but once you turned 17, you decided to go through with your new plan you worked so hard on.

Packing up some things in your backpack, you made sure to take everything you needed. You went to school as normal, and hung out with your friends. You weren’t really paying attention to their conversation at lunch till you saw one of them pull out a flier out of her bag.

“What’s that?” You looked over curiously at the piece of paper.

“Haven’t you heard? There’s a traveling Circus coming into town.” You shook your head and Sam smiled at you. “I heard this Circus only pops up for one week in the year.”

Meer rolled her eyes. “So what? You’re saying it like it’s supposed to be scary?”

“Well, it is. I heard each town this Circus goes to at least one kid from the town goes missing and they never see them again. They say the Circus is for the lost souls of the living.” Stretch made a face while making spooky noises.

The whole table burst into laughter. You pointed at the flier and asked. “Where is it going to be?”

“In the middle of the woods two miles away from the abandoned train tracks.” Sam piped up in excitement.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Meer raised an eyebrow, looking confused at her friend.

“Jordan from science said he was in the woods this morning and he saw them set everything up.” Sam said as she took a bite of her food.

“Jordan?! You can’t believe everything that kid says.” Meer looked at Sam like she was joking.

“Why not?” Stretch asked as she slid the flier over to you when she saw you trying to look at it.

“The kid’s kinda weird, like not normal weird.” Meer made a face and took a sip of her juice.

You rolled your eyes and carefully folded the flier, putting it in your bag. “Just because he’s really into science doesn’t make him weird. He just likes what he studies.”

Standing up from the table and making your way to your next class, Stretch stopped you in the hallway. "Hey! Are we still going to the gym after school? You haven't been going the past week and the coach is starting to get worried."

Adjusting your backpack, you gave her a small smile. "Yeah, about that. I just haven't been feeling too well and haven’t been up to going to the gym."

"Is everything okay? (Y/n), your parents aren't-"

"No! No…they aren't, I just haven't been up to going lately. I'm sorry, I have to get to my class."

Right as you started to walk away, she grabbed your arm. "(Y/n), whatever it is you're going through, you can talk to me. You know that, right?"

You nodded and gave her a brighter smile. "Yeah, of course I know. I'll see you around, okay?" Taking back your arm, you headed off to your next class.

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Towards the end of the day, you had a free period for your last class, so you decided to go look through the school's library. Besides gymnastics, you always loved reading when you were actually home. Scary stories were what you loved to read. Sure, it was a bit childish, but you loved it because you would control the fear and how it affected you.

Your eyes scanned the shelves of many horror novels, comics, and picture books. Though….you noticed one book in particular. It looked a little odd to the rest.

Picking it out, you saw the cover was faded. There were spots of brown and red, the spine was a bit torn, and the pages looked like they could crumble with the lightest touch.

Taking a look at the cover, the faintest words could be made out. "The Circus of Souls….I read that somewhere- no way…" Quickly taking the flier out of your bag, you put it side by side with the book. "They're the same…."

Gently opening the book, you saw drawings of a ringleader in the shadows with a wicked smile. In his hand held a cane with a small orb. His eyes were hidden by the top hat. What looked like red and black smoke surrounded him.

There were images of a magician in a mask with glowing potions in his hands, a man who seemed to be surrounded by purple smoke singing to a crowd. A mystic and dark fortune teller. A man in pink wearing a blindfold and holding knives. And a girl with glowing green eyes standing next to a tiger.

Every page had a story and specific person to it. Staring at the picture of the Ringleader, you were lost in thought when the last bell rang. You jumped as it brought you back to reality.

Looking around and making sure no one was near, you placed the book and flier into your bag heading out of the school as fast as you could.

Holding your bag close, you walked towards the woods, not looking back. You started walking the trail until you turned away from it.

Carefully, you maneuvered your way through the trees and bushes, making your way to the abandoned train tracks.

Moving through a bush, you made it to the other side to where the track was. Looking around at the abandoned train cars, you sat at the edge of the tracks, taking out a water bottle from your backpack. You sighed after taking a sip, and looked up at the sky, seeing it was pretty cloudy out today. Tugging your jacket a bit closer to your body, you decided to explore the cars that were open.

You knew some homeless people used to live in them, but no one ever saw them around much anymore, so you figured it was safe. Climbing into one, you carefully took out your flashlight and looked around. It was mostly dusty and smelled of rotting food and rusted metal.

In the corner of your eye, you thought you saw black smoke outside of the car, but when you turned to it, it wasn't there. "Weird…" Jumping out of the car, you turned off your flashlight and took out the flier again. Examining it, you saw the picture of the Circus Ringleader. His eyes were, again, covered by his hat and what was supposed to be a charming smile actually looked malicious.

Taking a deep breath in, you turned around to see the black smoke just barely disappear again. You raised an eyebrow at this until you heard the faint sound of music. It was something you'd hear from a music box or a children's lullaby.

Before you knew it, your feet were walking towards the distant sound. In your head, you were protesting, but it felt like something else was controlling your movement.

Squeezing through tight areas, climbing and jumping from car to car, you put good use into the years you'd taken gymnastics. Keeping your balance and heart rate at a steady pace, you felt like you were being watched with each move you made.

With the music getting a little louder, you knew you were going the right way. After a while, you found yourself willingly going towards the music instead of fighting back. Curiosity grew with each step, knowing you were that much closer to seeing the source.

Climbing up onto a tree, you hung onto one of the branches by your hands, carefully pulling yourself up to sit on the sturdy branch. In the distance, you saw it. The circus tents, the lights, the music….everything looked so inviting.

Deciding to stick with staying in the trees so you wouldn't be seen, you managed to swing from one branch to another.

As you got closer and closer, you sat on a branch a good distance away. Placing your bag on your, lap you took out the book and looked over at the tents. "This can't be real…" Opening the book again you saw the circus layout was exactly the same.

Flipping through the pages, you saw two acrobat and tightrope walkers. One was in a blue outfit and the other in a green matching outfit, both standing side by side. Flipping through the pages of story and art, something caught your eye.

There was a drawing of four silhouettes, but it felt incomplete. Lightly brushing a finger over one, you thought your eyes were playing tricks when you saw golden specks appear when you did so.

Closing the book, you sighed as you put it away. You jumped a bit when you heard a twig snap from underneath you. Quickly putting a hand over your mouth and bringing your knees closer to you, you tried to hide as best as you could.

"Don't be such a frightened stranger. I'm not gonna hurt ya. But it's no use hiding when I already saw you up there."

Your heart dropped hearing that. The man's words meant no harm, but his tone told a different story.

Glancing down at the figure below, you realized who it was. Carefully, you made your way down the tree and stood a good distance away from the man in the red suit.

“Well, what do we have here? A spectator?” He looked over at your bag and noticed how full it was. His smile grew, making him seem more intimidating. “Ah, just another runaway, I see.” Taking off his top hat, you saw his eyes for the first time. Piercing bright red eyes stared down at you as you took a step back. “Now, now….as I said before, no need to be afraid….yet, at least. Let me introduce myself.” He reached his hand out for you to shake. “My name is Phantom, I’m the ringleader of this Circus here, if you couldn’t tell already.”

Hesitantly, you shook his hand. A shiver ran down your spine when his cold hand touched yours. “N-Nice to meet you…” Taking your hand back, you immediately shoved it into your jacket pocket, surrounding it with warmth.

Phantom stood up straight again and placed his hat on his head. “Tell you what, kid, I’ll give you four free tickets to the Circus Of Souls. They’re valid for the whole week we’re here. You and three of your friends can have all the fun you’d like, my treat.” Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out four tickets. He smiled as he handed them to you. “You look like you could use a little fun in your life.”

Taking the tickets, you looked up at the man who now you know as Phantom. “There has to be a catch. You don’t just give tickets away like that…”

Phantom held his stomach as he laughed to himself. “Of course, everything has a price to pay. So what would you pay for happiness, then?”

“If I’m being honest….anything really…”

Phantom started to smile again, but you noticed it was the same wicked smile he had, like the picture in the book. “Anything….interesting.” He looked up at the sky for a moment before he heard someone shout by the big tent. “Well, looks like I have to go. You should get home before it gets dark. The woods are a scary place to be at night. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt now, would we. Go home, I’ll see you soon, (Y/n).”

As he turned away, you looked down at the tickets and looked confused because you never gave him your name….so how did he know it? Just as you looked back up to get his attention again, he was gone.

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watarigarasu · 4 years

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Delicate

Pairing: Kíli x Reader

Word count: 4,069

Warnings: Violence

Synopsis: Kíli has always been so delicate around you, it’s hard to believe what he’s capable of on the battlefield.

Author’s note: For once I’m not late to Kili Ktuesday, yEAHHH!

Kíli has always been the gentlest person you have ever met.

He was kind and loving, respecting you and listening to your opinions, he was protective and ready to fight even the most dangerous, horrifying creatures just to make sure that you, his brother and uncle were safe. He was brave and you admired him for that, just like you felt impressed by his fighting skills. But what was the most important is that, contrary to the harmful stereotypes repeated over and over by different races, he truly was delicate.

That is why it was so hard for you to witness him splitting the orc’s skull open with nothing but the shield and the mere strength of his bare arms.

You were marching through the meadow showered with the various kinds of enormous flowers, causing the whole landscape to look as if someone scattered the colours all over the vivid green grass, the fairy paysage reaching the very horizon. Fluffy bees buzzing in the air were harmless, flying past you with no intention to sting, covered in the flowers’ powder, just like the butterflies with their wings designed in the most creative ways you could ever imagine. The sky above you was crystal clear, the sun delightfully warming your skin and the birds chirping in the distance—the perfect scenery of serenity and peace, the true embodiment of the beauty of nature.

“What are you thinking about?” Kíli approached you with the wide smile on the face, hands behind the back and the happy strut from time to time.

“Nothing much,” you hummed. “Just enjoying the moment.”

“Indeed, it is rather nice when there is no army of wargs chasing after you,” he chuckled.

You nodded and before you could say anything else, Kíli reached toward you vigorously and almost hit you in the face with the bouquet of various field flowers.

“There,” he stated, trying to sound as serious as possible, although it was hard for him to keep the composure and pretend to be more mature when he was looking at your lovely face, now painted with utter surprise. “Not so pretty flowers for the prettiest lady.”

“T–thank you,” you accepted the gift and smelled the flowers. “I actually think it is quite pretty.”

“That is a relief then,” he sighed theatrically. “If it was not, I would have to run all the way down there, to that tree, because, you see, the biggest poppies are growing just under it.”

“You really do not have to do that,” you assured.

“Are you sure? Because if you would want me to…”

“No, no, I am serious!” you repeated, now slightly concerned about the wink he gave you, knowing perfectly well what was that supposed to mean. “Those are perfect, Kíli, no!”

But he was running already, jumping over the larger rocks lying on the ground in between the grasses. You heard some comments from the other members of The Company about how was this kid nothing like his uncle Thorin and how the love was really making him even bigger oaf than he already was, and you could not help but smile at the sight of him disappearing from your sight on the meadow. It was heartwarming to see him being so cheerful whenever he was around you, always knowing how to talk to you in a way you never wanted it to stop, the time spent with him always being the most comfortable and joyful.

Soon, he was back with, indeed, the most enormous poppies you have ever seen and just when he was about to give them to you, he suddenly stopped and eyed the flower crown in your hands, made from the bouquet he brought you earlier.

“There,” you repeated his words and placed it on top of his head, noticing how the blue bells were perfectly contrasting on his dark hair. “Not so gold and certainly not real crown for the very precious and real prince.”

The blush which appeared on his cheeks was almost the same colour as the poppies in his hand.

“Thank you,” he answered honestly, readjusting the crown to make sure it won’t fall off. Then, he cleared his throat. “I am honoured to receive such a present from my beloved princess. I will wear it like the most cherished treasure until my last days—or something of this sort.” He giggled. “I mean it, thank you.”

“And I thank you for the royal reds, my prince,” you proclaimed while accepting the poppies. “May it be the sign of our glory or whatever.”

“Shall we seal the deal with the royal kiss, my princess?”

“Yes, we shall, my prince.”

“I will kick both of your peasants’ asses if you do not hurry up!” Dwalin’s voice echoed in the distance before you truly managed to kiss and it was enough to make you run after The Company, which was now almost reaching the forest—for this whole time, Kíli’s hand never letting go of yours.

Just as he promised, he kept the crown and insisted on wearing it even during the sleep. Naturally, the flowers began to wither and the next day they were nowhere near as good looking as before, which did not stop him from carrying it in his bag. You noticed how gentle he was with the colourful petals and it surprised you how similar it was to the way he was treating you—his touch on your hands delicate and careful, never crossing the border of what could be uncomfortable for you, appreciating you in the ways you loved the most.

The way Kíli was running his fingers through your hair never failed to make you purr, and sometimes you wondered how could he be such a skilled warrior as well. The braids he did were usually thin and he knew at least three ways to make them, working with his fingers precisely and never missing any details, wanting to make it as close to perfection as possible.

You have never seen his hands trembling, not when he was aiming the arrow, nor while putting on the bead.

“I love you so much I do not want to sleep because it means that I will have to miss whole hours without looking at you,” he confessed once, when you were lying next to him in a camp. “It is stupid, isn’t it?”

The rest of The Company seemed to be deep in sleep, but you were both observing the night sky, recognizing some on the constellations and the round, bright moon.

“I do not think this is stupid in the slightest.” You looked at him. “The fitting word would be ‘adorable’”.

“I can assure you that I am nowhere near adorable if I do not get enough sleep, my dear.”

“Oh, I have seen that,” you snorted. “Mr. Grumpy Face.”

“See? That is why it is not good at all.”

“Would it make you fall asleep quicker if I moved somewhere else then?”

“No way!” Kíli sat violently and pointed a finger at you. “Do not even think about it.”

“Why?” you giggled. “Am I not such a big distraction all of a sudden?”

“You are the biggest distraction but it does not mean that I do not want you here with me.” He moved closer and covered you with his blanket, placing his cheek on your chest. “Much better.”

Rolling your eyes, you stroked his hair, finding few tiny leaves there from the time when you were walking through the forest. The feeling of his weight on you was as good as the warmth of his body, providing you much more heat than the dying fire in the middle of the camp. You kissed the top of his head and he murmured something incoherent, his hand embracing your waist and breath becoming steady and rhythmical.

Now, Kíli truly could fall asleep quickly if he only wanted to. And resting in your arms, feeling your scent and hearing the soft beating of your heart was like the greatest lullaby, the one he would never get bored of.

You were not expecting to encounter a group of orcs in the middle of the night. You were not prepared to fight, you were exhausted after the whole day of march and losing the track and yet you found yourself in the situation you never wanted to be in. Darkness around you, the flickering torches and burning arrows were not making it easier to spot the enemy in between the monumental trees, on the contrary, the more heated the battle was becoming, the more terrified and lost you felt. You knew how to fight and defense yourself, you were no amateur, even though you were no comparison to the skilled Dwarves, nevertheless the shouted orders and shrieks of slaughtered orcs turned your blood cold.

You could die here; once any of the enemies would find your temporary hideout behind the rock, you would be dead. That vision was always somewhere in the back of your head, reminding you how dangerous the whole quest was, but now, when it became real, you felt as if it drained the latest drops of courage from you. Feeling helpless was certainly not the way you wanted to feel while dying but it was so hard to move, to jump out of the safe place and fight for your life.

Wiping off the wet trails left by the unwelcomed tears, you grabbed firmly your weapon. There was no way you were just going to sit there and wait, not when all the rest was risking it all for the sake of The Company.

For Kíli.

You might be scared but you were no coward and with that thought in mind you stood up and quickly eyed your surroundings, checking for the rest of your friends and for the orcs to aim to.

Heavy sword sliced the air and hit the tree near you so suddenly, you jumped aside in the last second and maybe even screamed, not expected to be spotted so fast, nor attacked from behind. The adrenaline in your veins was not helpful at all, silencing your rational thoughts and replacing them with the simple, primitive command which would allow you to stay alive—run.

But you did not want to run, you wanted to fight, but you did not want to die either and you stood there for what seemed like the whole eternity, until the orc managed to get his sword back from the tree trunk and swift at you once again.

The arrow pierced his throat with such a force that the fletches reached the open wound and changed colour from bright yellow to the black as the blood gushed from his ripped neck over his bare torso and shoulder. Involuntarily, the orc reached for his throat to stop the bleeding, dropping his sword in a meantime but before he managed to do it, the second one landed deep in his thick skull. You watched him wobble, the loathsome, gurgling sound leaving past his lips and an open hole in the neck, the dark blood dirtying the ground in front of your feet and the head of the other arrow almost piercing his head from the inside, right above the left eye.

He was dead before he fell down on the mossy earth and all you could to was to stare at him pointlessly for who knows how long. What snapped you back to reality, however, was the hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you after, the familiar voice waking your senses up.

“Come on, we need to go,” Kíli ordered, now sounding nowhere as kind and sweet as he always did when he was talking to you. He was harsh and rough, his grip a little bit too tight, his pace fast and confident as he held the bow in the other hand, ready to kill.

“Kíli…?” you muttered so quietly, that he could not hear you in the whole cacophony of the battle. The screams were so loud in your head, the image of the dead orc still vivid in your memory and it felt as if Kíli’s hand was the only thing keeping you sane.

“It is alright,” he said, peeking over his shoulder to make sure that you are still with him, body and mind. “It will be over soon but you need to hide.”

The expression on his face was completely different, too, the brows furrowed, the darkness in his eyes malevolent, his jaw clenched tightly, black blood staining his temple and his whole body language giving a very clear sign that he was ready to attack in any moment—to slaughter whoever dared to even try hurting you or any other member of The Company.

You have never seen him like this before and it was downright terrifying.

It was you who spotted the next enemy first this time, and you shouted at Kíli to watch out before any of you would get killed. Kíli was agile and skilled with his bow, that is why it took him no longer than a blink of an eye to grab the last arrow from the quiver and shoot.

And miss for barely an inch.

The orc lost his balance, harmed but not killed and it gave you enough time to separate from Kíli to not distract nor slow him down. Still, he had no more arrows so he drew the heavy sword and weighted it in the hand, the challenging smile on his lips proved that he was not afraid and certainly not going to give up.

Before you could intervene, the two swords clashed against each other and you realized that this fight was far above your fighting skills, their movements quick and inhumanly strong, measured perfectly to kill—and yet, Kíli was the first one to make a mistake and eventually lose his weapon. You watched in terror as the blade landed too far from his reach and just when you gritted your teeth, ready to jump in the middle of them just to make sure that Kíli will get untouched out of this, you heard him desperately shout at you.

“Run, for Mahal’s sake, get away from there!”

But you did not. Instead, you positioned your weapon, now that the orc noticed your presence nearby and turned its head toward you. Kíli cursed multiple times in Khuzdûl language, torn between rushing to save you with bare fists and running to the opposite direction to get his sword back.

You have always admired his courage and bravery. You were impressed by how his heart seemed to hold no fear, at least until now—until he was weaponless and looking at that filthy creature coming to kill you in front of him. That is when you glimpsed the very real and paralyzing dread in his teary eyes and expression and it was the most miserable view you have ever experienced.

No matter how much time you would have, it was impossible for you to reach the vulnerable places in the orc’s body, shielded with the thick armour and his height way too intimidating and out of your reach. Nevertheless, you had to try or at least to give Kíli enough time to collect his sword back so he could defend himself. What you could not predict, however, was how he was not going to go and get it, instead deciding to protect you with anything he could lay his hands upon. In this case—on a heavy shield carried by the orc.

Kíli managed to surprise him with that move and therefore whipped it from his hand, instantly hiding behind it when the blow fell upon him. It did not make him lose his balance, even though the impact was surely strong enough to kill you at once. The fierce rage was fueling enough to make him attack an orc with nothing but the shield, aiming mostly for the knees so he could drag him down on the ground level—which he eventually did, breaking the knee with a crushing sound and causing the orc to fall down with a pained groan.

You have not heard anything happening around you, when you saw Kíli walking up to the orc, lifting the shield and crashing it down his head. Once, twice, three times; with every next hit the skull breaking further and opening, the shriek dying suddenly. There was warm, black blood splattered on Kíli’s chin and gloved hands, there was blinding fury driving him and there was no longer an enemy to fight, when the last blow fell upon the battered corpse.

Only then, you noticed how heavy Kíli was breathing, how much strength did the act cost him, how much he was afraid of losing you in such a cruel way.

How his hands were trembling.

He looked at you warily and you did not say a word, staring at him blankly, wondering whether you wanted to embrace him or run away.

Until then, he was always so delicate, after all.

Placing the damp fabric against the sunkissed skin, you were slowly treating Kíli’s wounds, cleaning them first and then applying the athelas leaves on them and bandaging, hoping that the herbs would soothe the pain and help him heal quicker. Thankfully, none of them were deep enough to need stitches, not on Kíli, nor anybody else from The Company, since the whole group managed to win the battle almost unscratched. Right now, sitting by the campfire with the bowl of cold, river water on your knees, your mind was completely absent, thoughts wandering freely wherever they wanted to and your blank stare did not notice the careful gaze of Kíli, who was constantly observing your face, looking for any emotions which would help him guess how did you truly feel.

He could not find the proper words to start the conversation, for the first time in his life completely speechless, when the image of your terrified expression seemed to haunt his memory. He has never wanted to scare you, Mahal, all he was trying to do was to protect both of you and he got so lost in the spirit of the battle and his own rage that he did not think about the consequences. How could he possibly forget that you were different, that you were human, a delicate creature, moreover not used to participating in wars and not prepared to be found in situations like that one?

If he could only change the time, he would think it thoroughly beforehand, but he held no such power and the guilt was crashing heavily upon his shoulders. You were scared of him now and the thought itself made him want to cry.

“I am sorry…” he whispered finally, drawing your attention back to him and you had to blink few times to remember where you were.

Kíli smiled at you gently, apologizing, but you did not return the gesture.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked instead, genuinely not understanding. Your tone was quiet but calm, the dread leaving you some time ago, before you even managed to set the camp.

“For making you see that…” he paused and gestured vaguely with his free hand—the other was treated by you, a single cut through his arm not looking particularly threatening but you were stubborn to take care of it, too. “I did not think that you… I just did not think at all. I had to protect you, this is all that mattered. I am sorry.”

You placed the fabric in the bowl and your hesitant gaze met his, the dark eyes once again being warm and soft, so full of love you wondered how could he be the same person from barely few hours ago. Kíli seemed hurt, authentically regretting putting you in such a situation and it was heartbreaking to see him in that state.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Kíli,” you said. “Actually, it was me who should be sorry. You were all risking your life and all I could do was to–“ your voice cracked and he immediately hushed you.

“You were afraid,” he interrupted. “Everyone gets afraid sometimes and there is nothing wrong about it. I was afraid, too.” He lowered his gaze, now looking at your hands rested on the bowl and wishing that he could hold them. “I was afraid that I may lose you. And I was angry, I was so furious that I might not be able to prevent that…”

“But you did, Kíli.” Hearing his name spoken by you made him feel relieved, because if he was worried that it might not sound the same as before, he just found out that he was wrong. “You saved me and I will be forever thankful for that.”

He did not answer for some time and you wondered whether you upset him with something you said. When he looked at you again, though, you noticed how his eyes were becoming reddened, his lip wobbling slightly. The hopelessness in his next words hurt you more than any battle wound ever could.

“You are afraid of me.”

It sounded like a judgment, the verdict that he could no longer have any future with you, not after what happened.

“Everything you have ever heard about us,” he continued. “It was not true. We are not greedy and crude and brutal and I have just managed to ruin the whole picture for you. You, among all the people. You, the one I love the most.”

Kíli’s voice was barely a whisper now, a tear which rolled down his cheek and stubble leaving the clear trail in the dark, dried blood which he still did not wash off.

“I love you so much,” he confessed. “I would never, ever even think about hurting you.”

You reached to him without hesitation and cupped his face before placing a soft kiss on his pouted lips. He tasted the same as before, the smell of air and forest in his hair, and his hands gently wandering to your face, caressing it with his thumbs in a loving manner.

“I know,” you admitted when your lips parted but you still did not let go of him, the tips of your noses touching and his eyes appearing as even bigger and brighter than ever before. “I know you would not. I was scared and confused but please, do not think that anything like that could ever change my feelings for you. I love you way too much, Kíli, and I do not think I can stop now.”

He smiled when you wiped another tear from his eyelashes, before it would fall down.

“You have no idea how much do you mean to me, my dear. Never think of yourself as anything less than perfect.”

You kissed him again, quick and sweet but he did not let you go, holding you close to himself as if you were going to disappear in any second. Soon, his lips were on your cheeks and jaw and neck, when he was trying to kiss the sadness away from your face. His hands ghosted over your sides, caressing your arms and reaching to the hair, feeling the thin braid under his fingers and the small bead at the end of it.

There was no other place in the whole Middle Earth where you would be feeling as safe as in his arms, with your head buried in the crook of his neck, his hair tickling your nose and the strong embrace holding you against his chest. It was the place you could call home and always come back to it no matter where on earth would you currently be.

“I love you, my dear,” Kíli whispered and kissed the top of your head. “It feels like I have loved you long before I have even met you.”

He felt you smile against his skin and then kiss his neck. You adored it when he was so tender, so open about his emotions and the overwhelming amount of love he was feeling for you, the one he never even tried to hold back nor fight with. His heart belonged to you completely and Mahal knew that yours were all his also.

After all, you knew that Kíli will carry it with a great delicacy. He always did.

#kili ktuesday #kili x reader #kili #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction

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whenitcounts33 · 4 years

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Headcanons of Nessie actually growing at a normal rate and being more human than vampire. No imprinting in this.

- Bella still has a tough pregnancy but it doesn’t slowly kill her. She gets super high blood pressure, gets huge, bad morning sickness and her ankles swell up. No broken bones or needing to drink blood to save both of them.

- She is only pregnant for 6 months before giving birth to Nessie, (who is taken out of Bella via c-section) who cries the minute she’s out and only quiets down when Edward places her on Bella’s chest. She’s a tiny thing, born pre-mature and Edward is absolutely petrified of this tiny precious creature that is half him.

- Her thoughts aren’t really thoughts; just colors and sounds and pictures that her little mind realizes means her family. The first time Nessie wraps her tiny pudgy little fingers around his index finger Edward melts, not knowing how he could never had wanted to be a father.

- When Bella wakes up as a vampire she stays a safe distance from her baby girl despite everyone telling her that Nessie doesn’t smell human because she’d be dammed if she ever scared or harmed her baby. Nessie smells floral, just like Bella did, but also like a vampire. A very nice scent that doesn’t leave her throat burning and mouth filling with venom.

- Baby girl has none of this and doesn’t stop screaming and sobbing her little heart out until she’s in Bella’s arms and cradled against her chest. She nuzzles her face into the crook of her mom’s neck and her tiny fingers grab onto the collar of her shirt and she’s doesn’t let go until she’s deeply asleep. That first night Bella holds Nessie close and Edward croons a lullaby so sweet and nice that Bella almost cries.

- When Charlie meets her for the first time, because Bella can’t stand the thought of her father not knowing his grandchild, Charlie cries. He balks at the changes in Bella, her porcelain skin and how ice cold it is. How her voice chimes like bells. But Nessie is breathing softly into the crook of her neck and Bella’s whole body is curled around her, protective and adoring, cheek pressed into the fluffy cloud of dark brown curls and Charlie knows she’s still his Bella.

- The first time Nessie walks Bella erupts into cheers and Edward urges her along and she toddles right into his waiting arms with a happy gurgle. Her first word is Mama and Bella rubs it into Edwards face while he playfully gives Nessie a betrayed look while she giggles and bounces happily in her mothers lap.

- Auntie Rose absolutely dotes on her and always holds her when she has the chance, cooing at the baby and telling her stories. Uncle Emmett tosses her in the air and blows raspberries into her tummy until she’s screeching with giggles when he caught her. Grandma Esme played with her in the grass and made her flower crowns and laughed when Nessie crushed them in her tiny fist.

- Auntie Alice played dress up with her and giggled while Nessie toddles around in her too big shoes, tiny body drowning in Alice’s dress. Uncle Jasper made shadow puppets on the walls and told her stories about a dark knight that was saves by the perky, beautiful princess that knew he would love her before they even met. Grandpa Carlisle takes her temperature the first time she gets sick and makes airplane noises to get her to take her medicine, cheering when she does with little fuss and pressing kisses to her rosy cheeks.

- Her Uncle Jake gives her rides through the forest while he’s in wolf form and let’s her grabs fistfuls of his fur and yank, with all her little might. He winces theatrically for her benefit and she giggles, happy and loud. Her Uncle Seth and Auntie Leah play with her for hours, taking her out to Seattle and Port Angeles and they both marvel at the wide-eyed amazed looks Nessie gives everything.

- Nessie Cullen grows up loved unconditionally and a part of two families. She stops growing at 25 years old and teases her parents relentlessly because “Grandma and I are the oldest now, mom” and “I’m 8 years older than you dad, show me some respect!” But she’s always going to be their baby girl and Nessie would never change that for anything.

#she deserved a normal childhood #she forced Ed and Bell into being parents and then didn't even let them be parents #Twilight #Breaking Dawn #Bella Swan #Edward Cullen #renesmee cullen #gabby talks

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thechangeling · 4 years

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Be wise enough to wonder. Be brave and let it go.

Mark had no idea what time it was when he was woken up by the sound of his daughter crying. He heard an exhausted groan beside him as Cristina moved to pull herself up. Mark put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"No it's alright," he whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. "I'll go."

Two months ago Cristina had given birth to their first daughter. Her name was Gianna She was the biological product of Kieran and Cristina with her pointy ears and blue hair that changed with her moods, and Tina's chestnut coloured eyes and copper skin. But the trio fully considered her to be theirs. Blood was unimportant.

Mark was half asleep as he stumbled his way down to the room they had set up Gianna's crib in. He missed Kieran and he knew Cristina did as well. Kier was currently stuck in Faerie with his royal responsibilities. Cristina and Mark were visiting the LA institute to help with a recent uptake in demon activity around the area. It was amazing to see his siblings again (minus Ty, he was in Devon visiting Kit since the two of them were now dating long distance.) However he knew it was strange for Gigi to be sleeping in an unfamiliar environment.

Hence lots of crying.

Mark heard his daughter's crying getting softer as he came to the doorway. He could also hear another voice, cooing to her, calming her down. As he got closer he could see it was Helen. Mark smiled at the sight of his big sister gently rocking his daughter in her arms.

"Thank you" he whispered, trying not to startle her or wake Gianna. Helen was wearing her sleep clothes, with her hair tied back. There were also very prominent dark circles under her eyes.

"You should get some rest" Mark said as forcefully as he could without raising his voice. "Seriously you look exhausted Len, hand her over and he back to bed." Helen just gave him a stern look. The one that she used to use when he was trying to sneak extra cookies as a kid, or the first time she caught him trying to come home past curfew after being out at a downworlder party that he was way too young for.

The funny thing was that even though Helen had started calling Eleanor "mom" around the age of 8, Mark had never been able to do it. It had absolutely nothing to do with an attachment to his birth mother. He barely remembered her. Maybe it was because he had always had someone looking out for him since day one, and that person wasn't Nerissa or Eleanor.

And it certainly wasn't his father.

I think you're punishing yourself, is what Helen had told him one night. You're punishing yourself for being different, so you won't let yourself get attached.

Helen placed Gigi back in her crib and put her hands on Mark's shoulders. "Sweetheart you are more exhausted then I am" she reprimanded him gently. "You and Cristina both need help and I'm more than happy to do it." Mark put his hand over hers, gripping onto Helen to avoid passing out.

"She has Kieran too remember?" He insisted firmly. "Just because he isn't here right now doesn't mean that he's not her dad too." Helen's eyes widened.

"Oh no! No that wasn't what I was saying at all." She said frantically. Her voice was starting to slur a little like she was drunk. She really needed to go to sleep. "I was just trying to be useful you know? Like I always used to when we were younger."

Mark knew what she was referring to. When the twins were born, in order to help out Eleanor and their dad, Mark and Helen starting taking care of them so their parents could get more sleep. Julian was still very young, only two, so it was up to them as the older siblings to step up.

Livvy was a relatively easy baby. She cried when she was hungry or needed changing, and then she was fine. She was pretty good at sleeping through most of the night as well. Ty on the other hand was not. When he was drinking formula from the bottle he would only ever take a little and then refuse to eat any more. This lead to him always being hungry half an hour later and as a result, not sleeping for very long.

The family would take shifts when looking after the twins to avoid being too exhausted. But there were some nights where Ty would just refuse to sleep and nobody knew why. Eleanor wanted to go to the silent brothers, but thankfully Helen had talked her out of it.

He's just different, she had said. It's fine, we will figure it out.

At a certain point Andrew had just refused to try, and Helen and Mark had to step in. Unfortunately these were bad habits of Ty's that seemed to have carried over into adulthood. But at least now he could get up and feed himself at 2 in the morning.

Mark shook himself out of his stupor. "No it's ok. I'm sorry. I just worry about you Len" he murmured. Helen shot him a tired smile. "And I you, brother" she replied, slipping into a very fae way of speaking. Mark turned to look at his little girl, who was still sleeping. Thank the angel.

Thank the gods, his brain supplied.

It was interesting thinking about the way she would grow up. It would be so different from Mark and Helen. Gianna had access to Unseelie culture through Kieran, as well as the privilege of being raised by a full blooded faerie. She was already being read fae stories (accurate ones) and sung fae lullabies. She would be taught fae languages by Kieran and Cristina mostly, because as Kieran loved to point out, he was terrible with languages. She would also be taught Spanish and English when she was older.

She would be raised as a shadowhunter and as a faerie in a better, more understanding world that he was trying to help build. Mark couldn't help but be a little envious of her.

He turned back to Helen who hadn't left, but had sat down on the floor, bracing her back against the wall. He sat down beside her.

"Hey" he whispered roughly. "Do you ever feel like we were robbed?"

Helen looked up at him slightly dazed. Her Blackthorn blue-green eyes were starting to glaze over. "Huh?" She muttered sleepily. Helen rubbed her eyes and cleared her throat, trying again. "What do you mean exactly?"

Mark sighed as he slowly felt all of the thoughts and feelings he usually tried to keep buried. He really didn't want to deal with them. Because if he delt with them then he would have to acknowledge what happened, and acknowledging it made it real.

Something that Magnus always said was that you had to go through the pain and not around it, because going through it was the only way to get over it.

Mark took a deep breath and looked Helen in the eye. "I mean think about it. From the moment we arrived at this institute, our father always talked about how evil and wicked and manipulative our mother was. And yes, I would argue from the sound of things he was probably right, but I was four years old and she was the only faerie I had ever known. So it seemed as if everyone around was establishing a baseline of, Faeries. Wicked. Manipulative. Cannot be trusted.

Helen shook her head "but that's not-" Mark interrupted her. "I'm sorry but I'm not done." Helen sighed and looked to be fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but she didn't protest. "Ok fine. Go."

Mark continued. "And the thing is we were bombarded with that information all our lives. From our instructors, from our father, from our peers. So eventually I think you and I started to believe it Len! I think we started to think of ourselves as evil, and in order to not be evil we had to distance ourselves from being fae as much as possible." Mark's voice was beginning to shake.

Helen shook her head. "No I don't think it was that so much as we were trying to prove that we were real shadowhunters. Me personally, I didnt want to be considered a downworlder because I'm not, I'm a shadowhunter. " Helen explained, but her voice sounded unsure. "I didnt want to be treated differently."

Mark chuckled humorously. "But don't you see? We are different! That is precisely my point, and everyone made us feel ashamed of that. Remember how you used to braid your hair like a faerie until girls started making fun of you and trying to pull it out? And then you started wearing your hair to cover your ears. Did you honestly expect me to believe that you preferred the style, sister?" Mark was trying to keep his voice lowered but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Helen was silent. There was a pause where neither sibling spoke and then Helen's defeated voice. "I don't want to talk about this Mark." He felt a pang of guilt.

"I know. Forgive me please, it was not my intention to upset you." He spoke elegantly. Helen laughed softly. "You know it's weird how much it comforts me, hearing you talk like that" she said.

Mark smiled sadly at her. "But that's exactly my point Helen. I mean think about it? How much did we give up or refuse to pursue just because we were scared? You know I've been reading far stories to Gianna and some of them are actually really incredible. There are stories about brave female warriors who go on adventures to save beautiful princesses and stories of people who couldn't decide which one if their suitors they liked best, so they just chose them all. They are stories about people like us, written for people like us." Mark could feel himself beginning to cry .

Helen reached over silently and placed her hand on his to comfort him. She looked like she was holding back tears as well.

"Imagine" Mark whispered brokenly, tears running down his cheeks. "Imagine what it would have been like if we read stories like those when we were younger.

Helen closed her eyes, trying to block out tears. "We were trying to keep ourselves safe" she whispered. "It was self preservation."

"It was assimilation" Mark said firmly. "And that really wasn't fair." Helen let out a harsh breath.

"And it didn't even do any good," Mark continued. "They still kicked us out."

Helen laughed in spite of the situation. Then let they weight of the conversation wash over them both, soaking them in despair and self pity.

Helen finally broke the silence.

"You know, she began, Magnus Bane loves to share stories about past shadowhunters in a more accurate way because the Clave's records are usually very white and straight washed, and when Aline and I mentioned potentially adopting a child from abroad, he told us a story about this one shadowhunter Ariadne Bridgestock. Apparently she was a lesbian and in a relationship with Anna Lightwood but she was also originally from India. Her parents adopted her and brought her back to England."

Mark shrugged "So? There's nothing inherently wrong with that." Helen gave him another look.

"Well yeah, but the problem was they didn't let her retain anything from her culture and they didn't give her the opportunity to branch out and learn more. They stripped her of all of that and basically taught her to behave like the typical white British girl." Helen readjusted her position, straightening out her back. "He wanted to make sure that if we ended up with a child who had a different cultural background, we would understand the importance of nurturing that connection" she explained.

Mark nodded "Well yes, but Aline would never do anything like that given how important her culture is to her." Helen was silent for a moment.

"Yeah I know. It's just that I'm not exactly the poster girl for self love and acceptance now am I? She said I'm a self pitying tone.

Mark shook his head. "It's not really the same thing though Len" he reasoned.

"No I know that, but it's similar" she mumbled, tiredness seeping into her tone. "Anyways, that's why I'm so happy Gigi has you and Kieran." Helen finally stood up "Especially you. When she feels like her mom is too much of a shadowhunter to get it, and her dad is too much of a faerie to get it, she has her papa to understand her." Helen said wistfully with a smile.

She extended her hand to Mark and pulled him to his feet. They both stared at Gianna who was moving around slightly in her sleep. "Yeah she will be fine" Helen mused softly. "She's got Cristina to teach her spanish and Kieran to teach her faerie. You can tell her stories about the wild hunt and Cristina can tell her stories about living in Mexico." Helen paused, her expression looking a little sad. "Her life is going to be so different from ours."

Mark felt another pang in his chest as well as the boiling of anger beneath his skin.

"How do we get past this?" He whispered. "How do we deal with this Helen? This anger?"

Helen was silent for a moment. Mark turned to face her and noticed she was shaking slightly. Helen gulped and looked up at him.

"We can't feel sorry for ourselves. That gets us nowhere. We need to confront it and then we need to find away to move past it," she said determinedly. "We need to be brave enough to let it go. We can't change the past but what we can do is try and change the way we approach this now. I know it's hard but we can do it." Helen smiled at him "As long as we have each others backs we can get through this."

Mark nodded. "I know. You're right. I want to keep moving forward. I want to learn more, discover more. I want to figure out who I really am." Mark spoke steadily. "The things that happened when we were younger were horrible," he felt his voice breaking again. "It's painful, but we can't just stay on our knees. We have to move on or it'll consume us."

Mark took Helen into his arms and hugged her tightly. She sniffled lightly, wrapping her arms around him. Mark let out a sigh.

"It's ok," he whispered. "I've got you, you're not alone."

You are not the only.

Be wise enough to wonder, be brave and let it go.

Nothing is everlasting.

Have mercy on my soul.

#tda #the dark artifices #tsc #helen blackthorn #mark blackthorn #kierarktina children #kierarktina #kaitlin'swriting

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