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illusionsofdreaming · 3 years

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would it be okay to request headcanons with the main trio from TCF who aren't in a relationship with the (fem) reader yet but they like each other, the guys get hurt or something and the reader is so scared of losing them or was so anxious that she ended up kissing them? You can edit a few parts if you'd prefer! thank you, i know you have a lot of requests but you're the only one who writes x reader for them-

Notes: It took forever+forever but I finally gave up trying to perfect it- y'all just going to have to deal with these half baked potatos as I sob in the corner for my lack of functioning writing braincells.

+ 'nonny I know you asked for Fem reader but I'm just so used to writing gender neutral nowadays I actually forgot to write Fem reader in. Uh. I mean it's gender neutral so it should work regardless?? I'msorrypleaseforgivemeforthisblunder

Ft: Cale, Alberu, Choi Han

Cale Henituse

He’s covered in blood.

Again.

He glanced down at his shirt, once white, now completely soaked and rapidly losing warmth. The icky feeling of sticky cloth stuck on skin caused goosebumps to break out all over his arms. The lethargy that weighed on him was hard to ignore, but expected after using his ancient powers-

“Cale!”

He turned just as the full force of you barrelled into him and he staggered, unbalanced and would’ve fallen had you not pulled him back. He barely had time to protest at your rough greeting when you began frantically patting him down as if scouring him for weapons.

“There’s so much- where are you hurt?” you demanded harshly, your tone pitched higher than normal. “Raon call for Saint Jack and the others, medics- anyone that can help!”

“Y-yes! I-I will! Weak hu-human you better not die or I will destroy the kingdom!”

“Wai-“ his protests were ignored as the dragon flew off, leaving Cale dumbfounded with his jaw hanging down in disbelief. “Wait you don’t have to find the others, I’m fi-“

“Cale Henituse, if I hear you say ‘I’m fine’ I’m going to sock you to kingdom fucking come.“ you seethed. His lips snapped shut obediently, swallowing the aforementioned phrase down as a foreboding chill crept down his spine.

But I am..?

“How could you..” your voice shook even as you clung onto his soaked shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. “You’re always doing stupid things like this…”

Cale frowned, feeling a bit indignant. Sure his plans weren’t the most thought out at times, but to call them stupid…

“If you waited for us to come, then you wouldn’t have to- why do you keep sacrificing yourself like this?”

That triggered an alarm in his head. What strange things were you talking about? The act of sacrifice were done by martyrs and selfless heroes and Cale Henituse was neither of those. He wanted to correct your misunderstanding but you were worked up and hysterical and it was with horror that he realised you were crying.

“________-“

“Don’t talk! Please, just conserve your energy- I won’t let you die, I promised the kids and the others- I won’t let you-”

The alarm bells in his head rang even louder and he fought to be heard over your rambling, “_________- no one’s dying, I’m fine-” it felt as if his heart had leapt to his throat as he stopped your fist before it could make contact. You really weren’t joking when you said you’d punch him. He tightened his hold on your wrist when you tried to twist out of his grip and swallowed nervously. “I’m not hurt _________,“ he emphasised, willing you to meet his eyes.

“Stop bullshitting me Cale- how much of a fucking idiot do you take me for? How can anyone be fine after losing this much blood-“

“It’s not mine.”

You stilled in his grasp.

“…W-what?”

He frowned. Was it really that hard to believe his words? “The blood’s not mine.” he repeated and made sure to meet your disbelieving gaze head on so that you could verify the truth in his words. “They were cut down before they could harm me. None of this blood is mine. I was not hurt.“ It was a partial lie. He did cough out some blood after instinctively activating the shield for protection but he felt that that was knowledge you’d be better off not knowing.

The coiled tension in you leaked out and Cale slowly released his grip on your hand and took a cautious step back - just in case. It was a good thing he managed to deescalate the situation before the others arrived. Just convincing one person was hassle enough and from experience alone, he knew the others weren’t as merciful when it came to learning about his injuries, regardless of severity or his protests otherwise. Cale shuddered. He really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ron’s cold smile again. He glanced up and saw Raon’s flying figure and he waved lazily to the dragon hoping the young one would understand that the healers were no longer necessary, it had only been a false alarm.

“..ot.”

“Hm?” He looked down, hearing you mumble but didn’t quite catch what you’d said.

He was not prepared to be yanked forward and for your lips to mash against his. There was a brief sting where your teeth had caught on his lip and the uncomfortable sensation of having your teeth clack against each other, noses in the way. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, thoughts reeling but before he could think of acting, to push or pull you in even closer-

You let him go just as abruptly and he staggered, breath stolen, mind in absolute disarray.

Then you slapped him. Which definitely cleared his thoughts. “You idiot!”

Stupefied, he watched as you stormed off, stuck in a daze as he cradled his face where his cheek and lips tingled for different reasons.

“…What..?”

Choi Han

Choi Han didn’t know what Cale saw in you back then, a complete stranger whom they saved by chance and nursed back to health with utmost care. You, who Cale insisted was the final key to their masterplan and then asked Choi Han to act as your escort.

There were many things Choi Han didn’t understand when it came to Cale-nim’s decisions. But that wasn’t so unusual and he’d never made it a habit to question Cale’s reasoning, having learned to be patient, knowing the pieces would eventually slot together in the grand picture. So although initially wary he was of your unclear history and affiliation, he stayed by your side and did his duty without question.

And perhaps after weeks of accompanying you, he’s beginning to see what Cale saw. Though powerless and weak, you were righteous and passionate, holding true to your belief even in the face of adversaries. You were the perfect replacement for the tyrannical ruler of the country, someone capable of salvaging the crumbling system of a neglected, abused society and lifting it to new heights and glory.

With the flames of revolution ignited, everything hinged on getting you safely to Cale on the final stage. While the revolutionaries fought and acted as distractions above ground, he escorted you through the abandoned waterways.

The undergrounds were dark and cramped, incredibly disadvantageous to a swordsman such as himself. When assassins leaped out in an ambush; Choi Han didn’t hesitate. Without time nor space to draw his sword, he pushed you behind him and raised his arm to block the strike.

As the momentum of the assassin’s blade stopped, it became simple matter to quickly disarm and finish them. Having checked and affirmed that there’s no forthcoming attacks, he urged you to hurry, now worried as they weren’t expected to be discovered so soon.

Something must’ve happened, we should hurry to Cale-nim’s side-

He was halted with a firm grip on his other hand and was pulled back as he was met with your stern, unwavering gaze and declaration that you will not move another step from this spot until his arm got treated first.

Which was a ridiculous request considering they were running on a tight schedule. He frowned and his fingers flexed against the hilt of his sword as you pulled him to the side.

When none of his objections were being heard, he tried reasoning with you. The wound may look horrible, but he’d assured you he’d angled his arm just so that the blade would’ve caught on his bone rather than tendons. It was a strategic move that not only blocked momentum but also kept damage to his non-dominant arm at the minimum. He would not have bled to death nor would he be crippled from it, something that barely needed the emergency care you insisted on.

“It’s not necessary, we need to get to the tower room first.”

“The room is not moving anywhere, I’d rather not risk having you develop an infection because you neglected to care for your wound.“

He flinched when alcohol was poured on the cut and Choi Han breathed out slowly, his frustration mounting as precious seconds passed. Something in his chest stirred uncomfortably. He’s not accustomed to having others care for his wounds, having spent so many years caring for them himself whilst hiding his weaknesses from monsters in the Forest of Darkness.

“I will attend to it after I’ve brought you to Master Cale’s side, we must-“

Your eyes flashed with anger as your grip tightened painfully around his arm. “So many things have been lost to reach this stage, I’d rather not lose more on the way there.”

“Cale-“

Perhaps you’ve had enough as well as the next thing he knew, your fingers dug into his arm and he found himself yanked forward and you pressing a hard, determined kiss that stole whatever he was going to say from his lips.

“Cale Henituse,” you said sternly when you parted and picked up a roll of bandages, “can afford to wait a bit longer.” you glared at him as if daring him to argue otherwise.

Not that it was necessary, considering he’d doubt he’d have the coherency to answer anything with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.

Alberu Crossman

He didn’t feel anything upon the moment of impact. Only the shocking cold of metal being slid into his side and the vicious gaze of the perpetrator pressed up to his front.

The pain ripped through a moment later and he gritted his teeth, red spilling down his lips. It hurts.

Activity bursted around him, screams of fear echoed through the ballroom as guards rushed to his side. However one voice in particular caught his attention and he looked up to catch your horrified expression, lips parted in a desperate cry.

His forehead furrowed as a strange sense of guilt washed over him- he didn’t want you to see this- but he didn’t have time to explore the feeling as his hand latched firmly on the hand which still held the weapon in his side, preventing their escape.

His smile was red, “Caught you now, rat.”

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He tousled his hair dry with a towel as he read through the reports in his hand.

Alberu was exhausted, the fight to rid his side of his enemies’ spies had always been an ongoing and tedious project. His enemies were cunning and always played things safe however their impatience this time would cost them. Now that one of their own has fallen into his hands, they can start pulling in the net.

A knock sounded on his door and he didn’t bother looking up from his reports as he gave permission. “Come in.”

“Did you manage to find any new information from them?” he asked immediately as the door opened. Anything gleaned from the assassin would be beneficial to his cause. Not that he truly expected any confessions to be given this night. Any hired killer worth their salt would know not to betray the mastermind behind a hit. But there were more than one way to find credible information aside from words torn directly from the lips of a captive.

When no answer came, he looked up and immediately dropped the papers he was reading.

“___________…”

In the aftermath of the attack and the capture of the assassin he’d been immediately escorted to the healers for first aid. With the bare minimum done he’d left quickly to take control of the situation, calming the aristocrats and giving orders to assign all guests to be escorted to a room in the palace to rest from the unexpected development - the smarter ones would know this was just a way to keep all suspects in one place, stalling for time so that his trusted aides may work to narrow down the most likely suspects. He had been meaning to find you and explain once everything settled but this time you took matters into your own hands.

Your eyes glanced at the documents he dropped. “Am I disturbing your work?”

“No,” he replied instantly, fighting back the urge to shuffle the papers behind him. “No, you’re not.”

The room lapsed into silence once more as neither of you seemed keen to address the elephant in the room.

“About tonight…” he started slowly, “they had to believe I had my guards lowered.”

The truth was, though he believed you would not have been behind the attack, you had to be tested all the same. Should it be known you’ve been partial to this plan, it would’ve given the real culprits leverage to use.

You approached him and he wished you would say something. He noted the redness in your eyes and felt a stab of guilt lodge in his chest. “It had to be believable.”

You didn’t meet his eyes and your hand hovered over where his wound had been.

He lifted the edge of his shirt up to reveal the pink scar tissue underneath. It was ugly and badly healed due to the rush he had been in. “I wasn’t in any real danger.” he said softly, staying still and resisting the urge to shiver when your fingers traced the scar.

“You’re picking up bad habits from Cale.” You said so softly he would’ve missed it had he not been paying attention.

“The padded shirt under prevented the blade from going too deep.” he explained, hoping you’d understand that he hadn’t been reckless. Everything had been planned carefully. He slowly tucked his shirt back in as you withdrew your hand, already missing the warmth you brought to his skin just moments ago.

“__________…”

You leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that again.” you whispered against his cheek.

He could only watch in astonishment as you turned away and exited his room.

“..Okay..” he said hoarsely to the empty room.

#tcf #trash of the count's family #imagines #tcf x reader #cale henituse #alberu crossman #choi han #kiss #pre relationship #confession..?#i honestly don't have enough brain power to tag things rn #i also have not proofread this much so #it's A MESS #i'll come back to edit this when I'm more awake or something #ngl the whole time while i was struggling with this #i was thinking how ridiculous that i've spent so long agonising over writing with words #but consuming it would only take less than a minute LOL #now im back at 0 and im feeling a bit sad

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jabbagabba · 3 years

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La La Land

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Warning ⚠️

Triggering subjects: disassociation, manipulation, mind control, grief. (READ AT OWN RISK)

Wandavision: spoilers (up to episode 6 - just to be safe), violence

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Pools Of Despair

You weren’t sure how long it’d been, the drive feeling as though it had taken a lifetime. It might have been just down the road and you wouldn’t have been able to tell; time seemed to move torturously slow under Wanda’s control.

She tried to keep herself calm besides your frozen body, already thinking of a way out as she turned the steering wheel. But it was too late to go back.

‘No other way. No other way.’ The words replayed over and over in her head as she finally made it to the front of the building, and it was the first time she fully looked at you. Your face was stoic, the only sign of life being the soft breaths escaping your mouth. You couldn’t look at her - even if you wanted to - and as she reached a hand to your face, the feeling of complete numbness returned.

During the drive there had been small moments of clarity; moments where for the first time you felt in control. It was almost euphoric being able to push through the fog.

But then, as quickly as it had subsided, she would crawl her way back in.

Even now as she turned you toward her fully, you tried to swim through the heaviness, but the black swirls of grief and anguish just got tighter the harder you fought.

Wanda sighed in annoyance. “You can’t go in looking like that.” She pulled at a strand of her hair with a small huff. “Need glasses.”

You were sure if you had control of your body, the pain of your neck would be unbearable, the awkward angle surely making every muscle strain as you were forced to watch her pull apart the car.

This had to have been owned by the only man on the planet that didn’t carry sunglasses in their car. Wanda almost laughed, a punishment for stealing it? She couldn’t be sure.

“Well...” Wanda pulled the blue and white baseball cap by the brim from under her seat. “Better then nothing.” She gave a small smile as she adjusted it on your head, pulling back and grabbing your hand and letting it rest in her lap. “If there was any other way, I swear, I would let you go. But... I just... I can’t live without him.”

You said nothing as she cried.

———

“Head down, get Vision. Leave.” Her voice plagued your every step, each word carved into your brain as you finally reached the front desk.

‘Sword’ was a nice place - or at least had nice flooring - and from the bright light that filled each and every inch of the glossy tile, you knew there had to be a lot of glass. It was a government building after all.

“Can I help you?” Her voice is chirpy, a polite smile painted on her lips, you don’t need to see her eyes to know it wasn’t anything but genuine. She lets the wheels of her chair carry her forward, her computer forgotten besides her as you near the desk.

“Do you have... a meeting?” She smiles again, more forced and you’re able to see the golden pin on her chest that proudly says ‘Mary’ and try once more to float above the darkness.

“I -“ The word leaves your lips aprubtly and the fight drains from you just as fast. “I’m here to inquire about some of my father’s equipment. I’d like it back.” You let the darkness swallow you whole.

“And who are you again?” Mary is quick to pull her deskphone to her ear, hand hovering over the numbers.

———

The name that fell from her lips made Mary freeze. She looked up with wide eyes, both fearful and exited.

Starks were top priority at ‘SWORD’ - she was sure they were top priority everywhere - and as she desperately tried to recall if her boss mentioned anything about Stark equipment, the girl’s patients quickly wore thin.

“Can you please just tell me where to go? I have a long drive ahead of me.” Her voice was a sharp contrast from her apparance. The girl’s voice was stern and loud while her body was scrunched in on itself, eyes glued to the desk. Mary took a glance over the desk and saw the dark fabric of a dress, the hat didn’t even match the girl’s shoes.

“Right.” Mary said. “I’m sorry, just a little... starstruck.” She tried to keep her cool, turning again in her chair and started typing as fast as possible on her little keyboard. The atmosphere was thick with uncomfortable silence and Mary had to make sure not to shiver in the girl’s presence. She scrolled down the list of names and let out a small “ah” when she found your name. Just as quickly as she clicked on it, a pop up window filled the screen

STARK - Access Denined. Call Security

She felt sick; her nerves making her skin pucker as she tried to keep calm. When Mary finally found the courage to move, bile reached through her throat as she saw red eyes looking back.

“Ahh!” Mary was quick to jump out of her chair.

“Fine.” The girl sighed, hand flat on the counter as she took long strides around it. “If you won’t help me.” A red trail flowed through one of the doors; slithering like a snake as it wrapped around the shell shocked receptionist. “I’ll do it myself.”

———

Wanda’s mind had warped, grief and anger become one as she ripped through each and every room of the building. No one was safe from the witch’s wrath as she swung them through various glass panels and equipment. By the third turn she took, guards had given up, opting to instead try desperately to get out of her way.

She had left you at the desk, too transfixed to care and as she heard the various shouts of alarm from down the hallway, she was glad you weren’t in her way.

———

The group of four man were shocked; watching as the two guards dropped their guns and put their hands up for mercy.

“We’ll give you what you want. Please!” One of them - Felix - cried as the woman barreled through the double doors.

Wanda simply flicked her hand and he was sent flying to a wall, his partner following.

“Where is he?” Her accent was thick and the youngest tech almost asked her to repeat herself. “Where is Vision?” The stunned silence only fueled her anger. “You.” Red swirled under one of the men’s feet and lifted him from the ground. “Where?”

If the man could have, he’d be shivering in fear right about now. His life was in the hands of a deranged woman who with a simple flick of her wrist could send him plummeting down ten floors.

Wanda tightened her hold on him in warning and he knew he had to speak.

“Behind us.” He said. “There is a set of double doors, turn left and there’s an examination room.”

“He should be there!” A colleague on his left was shaking as she turn to face him. “He’s not lying.” Wanda let her power swim under him once more beofre gently letting him go.

“Thank you.” She gave a small smile. “Now, go.”

They didn’t have to be told twice.

———

Wanda felt as though she couldn’t breathe, the sight of her dead lover on the table was crippling. Vision was a dark grey; his eyes blank as they stared into her. If it wasn’t for the table itself she would have probably collapsed on to the floor as sobs took over her.

“I cant. I can’t. I -“ The words fell from her lips like a mystical chant. She couldn’t look at him anymore, his body was nothing but an empty shell of parts.

When her body turned to ash; Wanda was ready to die, her last shred of humanity died with Vision. The battlefield would be her final resting place. She chose to spend her last moments hoping that If there was a God that they’d be merciful, that she’d be allowed to spent her afterlife in blissful ignorance.

But instead she woke up.

Five years had passed and she was still there, only now she was alone. It was only after the death of Tony Stark that she let the floodgate of loss fill up her veins. While Thanos was alive, she had a mission; kill him and reverse the snap.

Wanda never imagined the pain that followed. She should have died that day, why couldn’t she have died that day?

Grief had a knack for turning the strongest people into helpless pools of despair.

Vision deserved better. That was what go her up, got her to calm her tears and push herself up. She wasn’t going to let them win. Vision was hers to mourn, to love, and hers to take care of.

She had a new mission, one that was stronger then her need to submit to pain.

But... she needed help carrying him.

———

Your body moved through the halls, following the tethered rope of energy that wrapped around your waist. If it wasn’t for your boots, your feet would have been covered in cuts from the sharp edges of the broken glass that filled the hallways.

The fog had cleared more then before and if you tried hard enough, you might’ve even been able to pull free completely. Wanda was exhausted and the fight had been ripped from you So you let her pull you, let the fog seep through every inch of you.

And as you entered the small room, you forgot you were suppose to care anymore.

“I need you to hold onto his legs.” She said softly, hand stroking his cheek. “Easier to carry both of you.” Your body moved again and you placed a gentle hand onto vision’s ankle.

Wanda wiped the last of her tears away, grabbed onto his arm, and all three of you were lifted off the ground.

———

Hot air blew through Wanda’s hair making her hands continuously push back strands from her face as she walked. The afternoon sun was unrelenting and she had to take several short breaks.

The car was too dangerous to return to - a swarm of agents was not something she wanted to deal with - and controlling someone for almost 24 hour straight took a lot out of her. Her hold on you was weak enough for you to sometimes fully take over, her control turning into a dull ache at the back of your brain.

As she walked in front of you thoughts of running flooded through your brain but the walking had tired your body out, and you were sure that if her little pushes weren’t there, you’d have already collapsed. Even if you had the strength to do it, the empty roads had long ago turned into tall trees and bush. You were in the middle of nowhere and getting loss in the woods with a heartbroken witch was not something you wanted to deal with. So, like a trained puppy, you followed silently behind Vision’s dragging body. It wasn’t hard to keep up, she was as slow as she could be while Vision’s body left a dirt trail.

“Break.” Wanda breathed. Who knew an empty little spot of grass would be so inviting? “Sit.” You felt a small push and follow it down to the ground. You let your fingers grip the direr under them, the cool breeze making you sigh.

“Where-“ The sound of your voice startled both of you but she stayed still. “Where are we going?”

She said nothing, choosing to instead turn on her knees and pull Vision forward by the arms.

“When I was little-“ Wanda smiled to herself as she stared down at Vision. “- I use to dream about this field. Me and Peitro went past it everyday during the summer. It had all these small flowers growing.” You listen intently as she giggles, eyes losing focus as she is hit with the memory. “I always tried to sneak past the fence... but, I was alway stopped by someone.” Her mouth twitches and you feel the pulsing return in your neck. “It’s probably nothing but dirt now, like everything.”

“Where are we going, Wanda?” You try to keep your voice soft, afraid of ruining the small moment as you reached out for her but she was quick to stop you, hand glowing red and inches away from your face.

“Don’t.” She warns. You nod in silent apology.

“We’re not far from a road.” Wanda let’s her hand fall back to her side. “I want you go and call whoever you need to.” You’re almost startled when her control leaves fully from your body, it almost feels empty. “Tell them what I did, or don’t, I don’t care. I have what I want.”

“Wanda -“

“Please.” The crack in her voice makes tears pool in your eyes. “Just go.”

You stand on shaking legs. The world was spinning and you felt as though you had just gotten off a rollercoaster but you tried to steady yourself. Unsure of where to go, you turn to her once more for guidance and she simply points behind you.

Your conscious wouldn’t let you leave. Wanda was tired and you were afraid of leaving her alone. Regardless of what she did; you knew you couldn’t blame her, she had lost everyone.

In a way, so did you.

“I’m sorry about Vision.” Wanda looked up again and gave you a small nod. “About Pietro, about everyone. I wish it was different.”

“Me too, Stark.” She let her fingers wrap around your hand and squeezed. The warmth from the dock returned and you couldn’t help but give her a small grin of gratitude. “I meant what I said at the funeral.”

Both of you were so wrapped up in your own little bubble, you didn’t even question why the birds stopped.

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junnie133 · 3 years

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Time’s birthday!

I was just fooling around earlier with the boy’s birthdays and I saw that today, 22 years ago, OoT came out and the Old Man was born (kind of). So I did a little something for him!! Currently it’s 11PM here so, I’m still on time! Sorry for any grammar errors, I just finished this x’d I may edit it later, for now, enjoy!

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“Happy birthday, sprite.”

Time looked up from his breakfast to Warriors, who made himself comfortable sitting next to him under the tree he was resting on. His eye widened in light surprise when the boy dropped a wrapped box in his lap, forcing him to leave his bowl of creamy soup to the side to examine it.

“How did you know it’s my birthday?” he asked casually, shaking the wooden package on his hands, it was a little bit heavy, and he could hear multiple things inside of it. “Never told a soul.”

“Maybe not Time, but Mask did.” Warriors grinned, seeming to be very proud of himself.

Time blinked at him. “You actually remember that.”

“Well, for you it may have been centuries,” he shrugged off the older blond’s glare towards him with a confident smirk. “But for me it was just three years ago when I saw that rowdy, tiny brat for the last time.”

The Old Man rolled his eyes at that, only making Warriors to chuckle under his breath. “How generous of you.” he scoffed, but the younger man knew his words were sincere.

“Hope you like it. Everyone put effort on it.” he said, before standing up again, not waiting for Time to thank him.

The oldest hero watched Warriors walk away, gaping slightly to his last words. By everyone he meant the boys? He kind of expected them all to make a fuss about his birthday, maybe getting offended because he didn’t tell anyone, but it seemed the Captain had everything under control. He looked around the camp, watching how the boys made their usual routine as every morning, but now that he thought of it, last night Wild did ask him what was his favorite food to take for breakfast, to which he replied “Everything you make is delicious.” with his usual deadpan. Now he knew why the cub seemed to be so frustrated for a minute back then, but he didn’t worry a lot about it as he saw Twilight whisper something to his protegé, who only deflated a little before smiling again.

In the present, he noticed how Wind looked at him over his shoulder while he talked with Hyrule, waiting to see his expression and trying to not be too obvious. Twilight looked like an eager pup, throwing glances towards him every now and then as he cleaned his sword, Wild was bouncing his leg restlessly to his side with a similar behaviour. Even Legend looked painfully intrigued by his reaction, scoffing when he saw Time hadn’t opened the box yet. Only Four acted calmly, studying Wild’s last broken sword with detail, Sky fast asleep next to him, but Time knew he was just as eager as the rest when their gazes met for a second, giving him the biggest smile he had ever seen in the boy before he returned to his work.

He looked down at his gift once again, trying to remember when was the last time someone besides Malon gave him something for his birthday. It was Zelda (not his friend, not Sheik, but Queen Zelda who he warned about Ganon’s intentions before anything happened), and she sent him a fancy, golden sword with all kinds of jewels encrusted to it. He let Talon keep it, and he’s pretty sure that his father-in-law sold it to some gerudo traveler for a (painfully low) price that would make Ravio cry.

It’s not like he wanted anything, he was an adult now, he has been one for a long time, but if he could be honest with himself, he was beginning to feel giddy. Of course, he would die before ever admitting that.

He finally began unwrapping the box, ripping the brownish paper that covered it apart with ease until he could see what was under it. The wooden box was obviously not only for storing his gift, he thought as he recognized Sky’s handiwork on it. The cravings were beautiful, there were fairies flying around painted in different colors, with the symbol of the Kokiri proudly displayed at the front, as bright red paint made him tear up a little as old memories filled his head. He cleared his throat, and blinked some tears away before admiring the rest of the work. At the other side of the box a horse he supposed was Epona was drawn along with a femenine figure petting the mare’s neck. He caressed the cravings tenderly, deciding to keep looking for more meaningful details later when he was home, in his room with only Malon to see him cry over his boys’ thoughtfulness.

After a deep breath he opened the box at last, and he let out a low laugh under his breath at the sight. At first, it looked like a bunch of random junk, but for Time it was the greatest treasure he had ever found in all his adventures.

There was a stack of pictographs against one corner of the box, and he realized they were from Wild’s Sheikah Slate. A sturdy-looking golden dagger lay next to them, along with a flimsy wooden flute, a set of magical rings, a single gold-feather-earring, a slingshot, and underneath all of that, a long red scarf that brought back a lot of hazy memories.

He certainly didn’t need any of those things, but the only thought of giving them all to Talon or anyone else made him feel sick. Wind was basically vibrating with excitement at the corner of his eye when he decided to pull out the earring first, replacing his old blue one with it. It was a little bit too flashy for him, but it was worth it when he saw Wind’s huge smile on his young face. He wished he never stopped smiling.

They began packing up after breakfast was over. He thanked a (still) very sleepy Sky, and got a hug from Wind and Four, the oldest teenager acting warmer than usual and standing tall and proud when he asked him when he found time to make the dagger without him noticing “I can… multitask.” was all he said. And they said Time was the mysterious one.

Twilight confessed to him that the slingshot was handmade, and blushed slightly when he praised him. He expressed a tiny concern to Wild, asking him if those pictures were the only copies in the world, but he brushed off his worry with a smile and a reassuring “Don’t worry about it, I have them stored forever.”

Hyrule’s flute wasn’t… the finest work around but he still appreciated it very much, even more when the boy admitted that the cuts of his fingers were not from the cooking lessons Wild was giving him like he said earlier that week. Legend explained the function of each ring he gave him with feigned uninterest, and grunted and blushed when Time still hugged him in gratitude. “Whatever Old Man, you’re getting more sentimental with age…” and fled before Time’s good mood banished with more of his snarky comments.

“Aren’t scarves like, your most precious possession?”

The forest at Four’s Hyrule was quiet and peaceful, the shortest hero reassured them with the fact that these woods were protected by powerful guardians (after a conspiratorial chuckle), and no monsters were seen there too often. Time inspected the red scarf on his hands under the warm rays of morning sunlight, it was an identical copy of the one Warriors was wearing right now, only the main color was different.

“Princess Zelda gave me that one for important royal events.” he shrugged, looking forward. “I remembered you liked stealing mine as a child. I really thought it was Skull Kid for a long time you know? As a kid you could convince everyone you were innocent.” he smiled with slight exasperation.

“Skull Kid liked to get credit from any bad thing that happened around.” Time smiled too, patting the other blond’s shoulder. “I just made it easier.”

He then put on the scarf, even if the weather was warm and made no sense. Warriors kept smiling, as well as the rest of them.

He never wanted them to stop smiling.

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Weeks later, they arrived at Legend's Hyrule. Ravio received the heroes with happy smiles and a joyful behavior before disappearing for a while and coming back with a gift for him, shouting “Happy birthday Mr. Hero!” in front of everyone.

Everyone gaped at that, even Legend, who stared at the box in his friend’s hands for a couple of seconds.

“Ah, right.” he simply said, finally taking the box in his hands.

“For the love of Lolia Link, don’t tell me you forgot again.” Ravio whined.

“...it has been a long adventure.”

The group freaked out when he said that, and completely lost their minds when Ravio said his birthday was November the 21st, the same day as Time.

It’s needless to say that no one had ever seen Wild cook a cake as fast as that day.

#legend and time are born the same day #and i realized too late #;--;#i wanted to do something with time for a long while #not really happy with this one #but!#Happy birthday time #idc #linked universe #linked universe fic #time #warriors #and the rest of the chain #time loves his boys so much #i wrote this in record time #i think #they love him back #*cries in happy*

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Thank you, @tv-taught-me-how-to-flail for the prompt:

I could go for some warrior nun angst if you’re up for it (preferably one with a happy ending though) something like it’s the finale battle and Ava tricks the nuns and locks them in a cell cuz she doesn’t want any members of her new found family to get die in the battle, and she says her last goodbyes 😢 Would love of there was some avatrice thrown in there too 😉

So, I’m going to try. I’m not sure if I can write angst, though. I’m also not sure Ava would deliberately plan to lock them and leave them to self-sacrifice. It would be an impulse by fear on the moment. I hope it meets your expectations. You can read it on AO3 if you rather.

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This is wrong. Nothing is going as Ava thought it would be going. She has been training so hard since the Vatican, she shouldn’t be feeling so defeated already, she shouldn’t be defeated, period. Of course, she wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but this feels like losing. This feels like failing. Like she failed. All she can think about is that she failed and her family is going to die because of it.

She can see Mary, badass Mary, running out of ammo. Sweet Camila panting, scared. Scary Lilith roaring and lashing out. Perfect Beatrice dividing her attention between her own fights and covering Ava’s back. Because she’s frozen in place, Ava is. She promised she was going to be the last Warrior Nun, and she’s going to keep this promise. She’s keeping this promise without letting any of her sisters died. So, she straightens up, looks around. They’ve been cornered inside a sort of closed plaza, surrounded by four walls and the only entrance has been blocked with debris. Adriel is on the other side, Ava sent him flying with a potent burst of the Halo when she saw he had Lilith by the neck.

He told Ava all about how he was going to kill her sisters one by one in front of her. “Starting with the hellhound”, he had said. He’s been whispering about it in her dreams, too. For weeks. Weeks of her waking with screams and panic attacks. Weeks of them talking about those dreams and planing accordingly. And yet, it’s all wrong. But she’s going to fix this. She will not let him kill them. She’s on borrowed time, anyway.

The horde of possessed is almost completely contained, now. But Ava thinks it’s enough to have her sisters occupied while she goes and finishes this. She levitates and uses enough of the Halo to slow the advance of the enemies. She knows she can’t stop them for long, just a moment to tell her final goodbye. They’re all looking at her now, confused, a mixture of frowns that range from bewildered to outraged.

“Ava?” It’s Beatrice, of course. “What’s going on?”

“I... I love you guys. I never thought, even in my wildest dreams, that I would live such an adventure or have a family. And you gave me this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about” Mary’s never been good at feeling out of the loop.

“I promised I was going to be the last Warrior Nun. And I’m going to finish this.”

“Ava, no”

"I’m not gonna let him kill you!”

“Why are you like this? Get your skinny ass down here, so we can contain the possessed and go send your daddy back to hell” Ava scrunches her face at Mary.

“Ew! He’s not my daddy!”

“Are you sure? Because you’re kind of making want to kill you right now”

“Would you both stop? Ava, please. You are not going to go by yourself. That was not the plan.” Beatrice is starting to look pissed.

“That's actually the exact opposite of the plan” Camila says, huffing a little.

“The most important part of the plan is where neither of you die!”

“The most important part of the plan is: trust your team”, ok now she’s officially angry then. But Ava softens.

“I trust my team. But I love my family more.”

“You said you promised to be the last. That doesn’t have to mean you die.”

“Hey, maybe I can beat him by myself.”

“You can, but there’s no need to risk it when you can have back-up. You do not need to do this alone, Ava.”

“He promised he would make me watch him kill you. I won’t allow it, Beatrice!”

“And I promised you that you’d never be alone again!”

Ava can feel her hold on the possessed weakening. So she has to end this. She can feel tears starting to run down her cheeks. She looks at them, one by one.

“I love you.” And she phases through the wall leaving behind a symphony of yells and curses. She takes a moment to compose herself, before going in search for Adriel.

She finds him lying in the ground. If she took a moment she’d see he looks like he can’t even stand up. But she’s blinded by fear. And he can sense this.

“Well, did you finally decide to be a worthy Warrior, then, child?”

“Shut up. I decided I’m going to send you back to hell!” And he has the audacity of laughing.

“Please. We both know how this is going to end. I’m going to rip my Halo from your back, and I’m going to claim my rightful place as master of the world, while you lie there dying slowly and alone.”

“Big talk for a dude who’s not even standing.”

“I could kill you without the use of my limbs!”

“Like the Black Knight?” And he looks so confused, it would be funny. “Monty Python? Oh, wait. You could not know about it... Wait! Was it a real event?”

“Silence! You’ve overstayed your welcome, Warrior Nun. It’s my time now!” In a flash he’s in her space. Her reflex is to swipe her sword at him, which is a testament of the long training sessions with Lilith, and Beatrice and Mary and Camila. They spar for a while. But she’s starting to get worried that her sisters are going to burst out at any moment. And that’s the only opening Adriel needs.

He sweeps her off her feet, and she lays hard on the ground, face first, so he has the chance to press a knee on her back. She’s expecting him to reach a hand, like he did on his tomb, but he’s fumbling for something. And then she feels the cut and heat of divinium on her skin. She barely can avoid screaming.

“It’s over child. Thank you for following my instructions so well. You thought you were helping them? You thought this would spare them? Did you think at all?” She is screaming now, and crying, because it hurts, and she’s alone.

There’s a thunk and thump, and then a very distinctive snort followed by a:

“She never thinks.” And Ava may be delirious because that sounds like Lilith.

“Ava!” And that sounds like Beatrice. And the hand helping her turn and cupping her cheek feels like Beatrice, too. “Ava?” But she doesn’t want to open her eyes, because it will be devastating to realize she’s dying alone on the ground.

“The wound is a little deep, and she’s bleeding a lot. But I can patch it temporarily while we finish here and get to safety.” Her brain is conjuring images of Camila at her back.

Then she’s been lifted of the ground, and now she frowns because, sure, she has a very vivid imagination, product of twelve years of emotional abuse while paralyzed in a bed, but never this vivid. And never as violent as actually feeling someone smack her hard on the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“You stupid, stupid girl. If you think this is all the repercussion you’re going to get for being the dumbest Warrior Nun ever, you’re even more stupid than I’ve just stated.”

“Mary, I don’t believe it’s the time for this.” Even in her dreams Beatrice comes to her defense.

“And I don’t believe hitting her in the head will help make her less stupid.” Ok, so now Ava opens her eyes, because that was definitely Lilith adding insults to the growing pile.

“What?...”

“Oh hey, stupid! Are you done being a drama queen?”

“Mary...” Beatrice sounds tired when she sighs the gunslinger’s name. Then she’s cupping Ava’s face: “Ava? Can you look at me, please?” Of course she does, she always wants to look at Beatrice. “I think she needs a second to recover.”

“Whats’... How...?”

“Did you really think we were going to let you run off like a self-sacrificing martyr?” And wow, ok, Camila has a bite.

“You also forgot I can open portals.” Oh, that’s right. Lilith can open portals, she’s also been training and exploring her new powers. It’s actually one of the ways they’ve bonded a lot.

“But, we were overrun by the possessed”

“Yes, Ava. The plan shifted. But we still had it under control. And if you have stopped to listen to us for a second you would have realized that we were containing the threat of the possessed to then be able to face Adriel together properly.”

“Oh.” Yes, Beatrice is definitely angry at her.

“Yes, oh. Now quit the drama and finish the dude.” There’s what Ava could only describe as an evil laugh coming from Adriel who’s still on the ground, panting.

“You think you children can defeat me? Areala, who was an actual Warrior could only hide me away on a tomb.”

“You said that like she sent you on a cruise, dumbass.” It’s Mary.

“I said that as someone who can escape again, fool.”

“We know we can kill you.” Beatrice.

“And we know we can’t contain you here.” Camila.

“We also know who’s eager to get their hands on you.” Lilith, who then turns to Ava: “Ready?” And yeah. She’s ready to send this demon back to hell. Literally.

“Yeah. Ready” Ava picks her sword with a pained grimace. And before she can take the couple of steps that separate her from Adriel, she feels a strong, delicate hand on her shoulder, so she turns to Beatrice.

“Remember, spend as much Halo energy as possible without depleting it completely. We want it’s signal to be muted, but not enough to put you at risk.” She nods, and proceeds to lift her sword over her head to strike.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t kill me!”

“Like they said, we know. But we can hurt you before we gift you away.”

She summons as much as the Halo power as she dares before striking him down. His pained screams fill the open space around them, but she keeps the sword in him until she starts to feel weak. Then she stops, and stumbles back into strong arms that hold her up. That’s when Lilith comes forward and looks at him like he’s a bug she just crushed under her boot and is disgusted to have to clean it up. She lifts her claws, and he flinches, it’s so satisfying to see. But she doesn’t strike as he expects, she opens a huge portal and after a couple of seconds of nothing, they hear a deafening roar, the thunderous approach until the imposing form of the Tarask appears through the portal.

Adriel chokes out a whimpering “No” catching the full attention of the monster, who promptly drags him through the closing portal. Lilith sags into the calm that follows, but Mary is there, ready to assist her.

“All right. You freaks good to go?”

“Mary, I don’t appreciate you calling them that” Breatice is truly a saint.

“Oh, but they love it. Right, Satan?”

“Fuck off.”

“Lilith, language!” But Camila sounds suspiciously like holding back a smile. They bicker the whole way to the van. Beatrice half carrying Ava, and Mary supporting Lilith, leaving Camila to load their weapons inside and start the vehicle.

Mary deposites Lilith in the passenger seat. while she herself takes the cargo section for herself stating that “I’m too old for this shit. Need to stretch my legs.” Leaving Ava and Beatrice in the back seat.

Ava is exhausted and she’s ready to let the darkness take her for a while. But Beatrice is caressing her face and speaking... Oh, right, she should listen.

“Ava? Are you listening?”

“Yeah”

“I know you’re tired, but I need to do quick check, all right?”

“Yeah”

“Good. Tell me what hurts.”

“Everything”

“Right. Tell me what hurts the most, then”

“Uh, my back? My head, too. My face... because I’m so cute.”

There’s a collection of groans from the front and the back, but Beatrice is smiling down at her, and that’s really all that matter.

“We’ll be back home in about two hours, so you can have some rest. But I want you to be properly tended to in the infermary when we arrive. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!” But the ma’am morphs into a yawn and it looses all the cool, filtry effect she was going for.

“Please, don’t ever do that again.” Beatrice whispers and suddenly the air is heavy inside the van.

“I’m sorry. I just... He had Lilith, right how he said he would. I...”

“You allowed him get inside your head.” Lilith interrupts. “Which was what he wanted. He knew that was his best shot at getting the Halo.”

“That’s why you talked to us about them and we worked on it, remember?” Oh, good. At least Camila is back at being sweet.

“So, we need to work on your panic attacks and traumas, kid. Get ready for that.” And Ava actually whines at Mary’s words, because that doesn’t sound like fun.

“Not right away, though. First we heal and rest.” God, she loves Beatrice.

“And kid?” She didn’t realize she closed her eyes, until Mary calls out to her. So she opens them and twist her neck a little to look at her pearing from the back. “We love you, too. You know that right? You’re our family, too.”

Aw man, she’s all emotional again. She just wanted to be a badass like the rest of them. She feels Beatrice nod, and turns to see Lilith doing the same from the front seat. Camila is smiling at her through the rearview mirror: “It’s true, Ava.” Camila has such a pretty smile. But Beatrice has the prettiest smile. Beatrice has the prettiest everything.

“Rest now.” Beatrice says as she bends to place a tender kiss to Ava’s forehead. But then whispers in her ear: “I think you have the prettiest everything, too.” And she has the sexiest smirk painted on her lips, so Ava can’t seem to be able to respond. Just a flicker of a thought right before exhaustion claims her:

Wait, did I say that out loud?

#Promtp #Warrior Nun #fictlet #Avatrice #found family is the best trope #tv-taught-me-how-to-flail #Ava Silva #Sister Beatrice #Shotgun Mary #Sister Lilith #Sister Camila

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Strongest Warrior in the Galaxy Chapter 4

Energy Sphere, produced by an advanced civilization of Halcandra in the remote past. Released from the music box, it sparkled more and more strongly. With it, the space around Energy Sphere began warping. Meta Knight stood on the ground and was glaring at the warped space.

Kirby and the others don't know what to do at this point. Everyone gasped and watched. A star-shaped hole opened on the distorted space. Spreading on its other side is endless darkness. King Dedede groaned. “So that’s the extradimensional road......!” Simultaneously, something jumped out from the star-shaped hole. It is a purple creature with a round head and wings grown similar to a bird. Dwelling in Another Dimension, a Sphere Doomer has already sniffed out the presence of an Energy Sphere. It then forced opened a hole to this side of the world and trespassed into here. Giving no glance at the Sphere Doomer, Meta Knight shouts at the hole leading to the extradimensional road. “The sealed warrior, Galacta Knight! Open your eyes once more and fight me!” “O......Oi......this isn’t good.” King Dedede is flustered and shouts. “We close that hole before Galacta Knight is resurrected! Hey, you meathead.” The king calls out to Sphere Doomer. Sphere Doomer is excited about finding an Energy Sphere which it’s fond of. It tries to swallow the Energy Sphere, but its body being too small, it cannot open its mouth fully and appears to be having difficulty. “Close up that hole this instant and go back!” King Dedede’s hollers don't reach Sphere Doomer. Captain Vul said. “I think that thing’s still a child. It’s so small that it can’t swallow the Energy Sphere.” “Dang it, you’re so useless! Just swallow the thing and go back!” King Dedede grabs Sphere Doomer and skates it. Sphere Doomer flapped its wings as if in a panic. Kirby stopped him. “Stop it, I feel sorry for it.” “But if we don’t hurry up......!” “We won't make it!!” Captain Vul yells aloud, and almost at the same time: A remarkably strong light illuminates the surrounding, and everyone involuntarily shrank away. As it revolved slowly, something similar to a large crystal fell from the hole leading to the extradimensional road. It is light purple and sparkles like a jewel. Its beauty and dazzle left everyone at a loss for words.

With the appearance of the crystal, the star-shaped hole closed up. Meta Knight was the first to come to his senses. “Galacta Knight......!” Simultaneously as he shouted, the light purple crystal split into pieces. Emerging from there is a warrior wearing a white mask. Two gold-colored horns are on his head, and pure white wings are grown in his back. It’s even bigger and more robust than Meta Knight’s wings. His eyes below his mask are crimson like flames. It was devoid of any emotions whatsoever. Emitting an overwhelming aura, the strongest warrior in the galaxy was at last released from his seal and landed on the ground. “Galacta Knight, we meet again.” Meta Knight’s voice was shrill from his delight. Galacta Knight quietly turned to Meta Knight. On its right hand is an enormous rose-colored lance. Its left hand is holding a white shield with a cross-shaped crest engraved on it. “My apologies as you just awoke, but if you could have match with-” Before Meta Knight could finish his words, Galacta Knight was starting the battle. Readying its enormous lance, he charges right at Meta Knight in a straight line. His speed is too fast for the eyes to notice. Meta Knight was doing all he can to dodge by rolling. The Meta Knights trembled. “W-What an incredible speed......!” “He won’t stand a chance if he gets stabbed by that huge lance!” “My lord......” Having regained his stance, Meta Knight unleashed a quick series of attacks. Galacta Knight held up his shield high, however. It isn’t to only defend against the attacks. A shockwave was fired from the cross-shaped crest engraved on his shield. Meta Knight lost his posture from such an unforeseen attack. His rose-colored lance strikes at Meta Knight who stumbled.

Meta Knight jumped aside by the skin of his teeth. Where Meta Knight was at was bored by the tip of the lance, and the ground cracked with a ripping sound. The Meta Knights were overwhelmed and stood bolt upright. King Dedede shouts. “We’re gonna get caught up if we stay here. Stay back and protect yourself!” As soon as he shouted, he grabbed Waddle Dee’s hand and darted to the crumbled palace. The Meta Knights wavered. “But we have to bear witness to this battle......” “I can’t believe that our lord would have this much of a hard time.” “We need to stay close so that in case he gets seriously wounded, we can treat him right away!” “Aye, well said, you lads.” Captain Vul nodded. “That's what I expected of Lord Meta Knight’s men. Of course we don’t run away!” However, a sudden gust of wind blew just then. A whirlwind was created from the impact of Galacta Knight swinging his lance. Everyone who stood stock still was hit by the gust and fell down. Kirby rose up and said. “Owieee......it’s dangerous here. We should run, everyone!” “Blast it......regretful, but there’s no choice! It’s not like we’ll be of any help to our lord by staying here. All members, take cover for now!” Kirby and the others began running toward the palace.

Scorched by the lightning, the palace’s ceiling has collapsed, it’s pillars broken, and was desolated. But for now, they can protect themselves from the impact of the fierce battle held outside. The group plopped down on the hall of the palace and finally caught their breath. “So that’s Galacta Knight. He isn’t praised as the strongest in the galaxy for nothing.” Said Sword Knight, trembling with fear, and Blade Knight nodded as well. “His strength is beyond imagination. Our lord is so cool to be able to fight on par with such an opponent!” “But I’m worried.” Said Trident Knight uneasily. “Say what you like, but Galacta Knight is just way too powerful. On the chance that our lord......” “Hmph, like I give a crud. He can receive the worst injury there is, but that’s what he wished for.” Said King Dedede with a displeased look. “Setting that aside, we have a big problem.” “What?” “It’s about what happens if Meta Knight were to lose.” The Meta Knights raised their objections in unison. “What did you just say!?” “There’s no way our lord would lose!” “Galacta Knight may be a formidable foe, but our lord is sure to be stronger!” “No, wait.” Sword Knight stopped his cohorts and said. “It was a draw last time. That is to say, the two are almost equal in terms of skill. I don’t want to think about it, but the possibility of our lord losing isn’t zero.” “Then no one can stop Galacta Knight now.” To Dedede’s words, everyone present exchanged looks. Captain Vul said. “Galacta Knight holds the power to easily destroy a star......” “Right. And I guess he also likes to battle. That’s why it was feared all over the galaxy and sealed.” “In the worst case that Lord Meta Knight loses, Galacta Knight will begin rampaging all he wants......” Holding his breath as if spooked by his own words, Captain Vul began shouting in a choked voice. “O-O-Oh no!! The galaxy is going to get completely destroyed!!” “That’s why he shouldn’t have done something so stupid as removing the seal on Galacta Knight! That maniac!” King Dedede waved his fists in a fit of anger. Waddle Dee said while shivering. “Lord Meta Knight is a deep thinker. There’s no way he wouldn’t have known that unsealing him is incredibly dangerous......why on earth would he......” “Hmph, he’s just pretending to be smart and is in fact an idiot. He becomes narrow-minded once he starts acting rashly.” “The heck did you just say!? Don’t you insult our lord!” The Meta Knights were roused up once again and lashed out at King Dedede. However, Captain Vul said in a stern voice. “Our lord thinks more deeply than anyone. I have no doubt about that, but......it’s true that his wish to become stronger is way too great. That’s why he went this recklessly far without considering the danger at hand......” Hearing him, the Meta Knights were crestfallen. “......It’s all because Moa was there.” “This isn’t our lord’s fault.” A heavy silence came. King Dedede was the one to break it. “Grumbling ain’t gonna do anything. Let’s think of something in the event that Meta Knight loses. In any event, the galaxy will be annihilated unless we find a way to seal him again somehow!” “But exactly who could bring down a warrior that can defeat even Lord Meta Knight......” Said Javelin Knight in a gloomy voice, but suddenly broke off. Everyone thought of the same thing simultaneously and lifted their face. Everyone’s gaze roamed the surroundings, where Waddle Dee then said. “H-Huh? He’s gone again. “He sure gets lost a lot. Is he still remaining outside?” “No, I’m sure he rushed into this palace with me......” At that moment, Mace Knight found Kirby in the shade of a fractured pillar. “There he is. What’re you doing there, Kirby?” Everyone drew closer to Kirby. Kirby is sitting in the shade of the pillar. He isn’t alone. Next to him is that strange purple creature, Sphere Doomer. It looks to have somehow managed to swallow the Energy Sphere, and the inside of its mouth was shining brightly. “What, it’s you. You’re still here?” Said King Dedede. They all forgot about Sphere Doomer as the impact from Galacta Knight was far too great. Kirby said. “It’d be dangerous for it to stay outside. I guess Sphere Doomer ran here to not get caught up as well.” “Hmph, what’s with that carefree look of yours. It’s all because of you that Galacta Knight was unsealed!” Shouted King Dedede at him, but Sphere Doomer is floating with an insouciant look. Captain Vul said. “This fella was only drawn to an Energy Sphere and came into this world. We can’t really blame it, can we?” “You’re right. Besides, the Sphere Doomer I met before was really violent and attacked me right out of the gate, but this kid feels different. It’s still young and is only shivering since it doesn’t know much about this world.” “......Wait a minute.” King Dedede pondered. “The extradimensional road that this thing forced open has been closed. So does that mean that we need to open the hole with this thing’s power one more time in order to send Galacta Knight back to that world?” “Yes, exactly.” Captain Vul nodded. “There are two procedure in sealing Galacta Knight. First, you defeat him and confine him in the crystal. Second, you send that crystal back to Another Dimension. We need Sphere Doomer’s power in opening the extradimensional road.” “Okay, got it. Sphere Doomer thingy. With your power, open an extradimensional road and take Galacta Knight back with you.” Sphere Doomer is floating.

“Got it? You have an important role.” There is no response. King Dedede threw a tantrum. “Are you listening to me!? You do know what to do, don’t you!?” “You’re too hard on him, Dedede.” Said Kirby. “I was talking to it for some time, but it doesn’t really understand me. It doesn’t know what I’m saying since it’s a creature from Another Dimension.” “Wha......it just has to be in a crucial time like this!” “But it’s ok-ay!” Said Kirby in a cheerful voice and spun once. “It doesn’t get what I’m saying, but I understand its feelings. This Sphere Doomer is still young, so its strength is also weak. It was drawn to an Energy Sphere and came to this world. But it seems to be in a pickle because it doesn’t know the way back.” “Wha......” Captain Vul turned pale. “What the heck are you saying!? It doesn't know the way back? You mean to say that it can’t open an extradimensional road!?” “Uh-huh. It must’ve forgotten itself when it came here. But I guess it forgot the way back.” “Then we can’t send the crystal back to Another Dimension!” Captain Vul’s face stiffened. “Not good. Not good at all......the crystal for sealing doesn’t last long in this world. Even if we defeat Galacta Knight and successfully seal him, it’ll be for nothing as long as we can’t send him back to Another Dimension!” Everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes on Sphere Doomer. Sphere Doomer is only floating, whether he understands what he heard or not. Kirby thought about it a little and said. “Hmmm......I don’t really get it, but we need to find a way for Sphere Doomer to return, huh.” “That’s right! It means annihilation for the galaxy if an extradimensional road can’t be opened!” “Okay, I get it now!” Kirby unfolded both his hands and nodded. Waddle Dee’s eyes sparkled. “So you do know how? That’s Kirby for you!” “So what should we do?” Everyone pressed Kirby. Kirby said merrily. “Mmm, I don’t really know how, but everyone should do their best!” “........................” Everyone’s face turned dismal. Only King Dedede flew into a rage and roared. “It’s not “do your best!” We can’t open no road no matter how hard we try!” “You have a point, but......Sphere Doomer can help us out!” “What and how is it going to help us out!??” Captain Vul stopped King Dedede who tried to strangle Kirby. “Wait. The extradimensional road is important too, but we need to defeat Galacta Knight and seal him back in the crystal first. Although it won’t be a problem if my lord wins......” Captain Vul cleared his throat. “I do believe that Lord Meta Knight will win, but Galacta Knight is an incredibly formidable foe. We need to think of a plan B in the unlikely event of our lord being defeated!” “If it’s Kirby......” Said Waddle Dee. “If it’s Kirby, I’m certain that we’ll win. Hey, Kirby.” “Huh? Me?” Kirby opened his eyes widely in surprise. King Dedede said. “I’d rather not rely on you, but the galaxy is in a big pinch. It’s the only choice.” “I’m supposed to fight Galacta Knight~?!”

Kirby shouted out loud. “NO! I don’t wanna fight!” They all held on to Kirby who was ready to flee. “Kirby, please.” “You’re the only hope of the galaxy!” “Kirby! No, Mr. Kirby! Lord Kirby! Grand Sovereign Master Kirby!” “It doesn’t matter what you call him~!” Kirby was in a fix, being seen by everyone with eyes filled with expectations. “I don’t wanna fight......” Said Kirby quietly, where Sword Knight pressed him. “Of course we know how scared you are. Seeing how powerful the opponent is. But you’re the only warrior that could stand against Galacta Knight.” Blade Knight said in addition. “Of course, we’ll support you with all our strengths as well. I ask you, Kirby.” “I’m......” Mumbled Kirby. Doesn't wish to fight because the opponent is too strong; it wasn’t because of that. It is because he cannot find any reason to fight. He knows that it is dangerous to let Galacta Knight rampage as he wants. But it was Meta Knight’s wish to begin with for Galacta Knight to be unsealed. He wished to become much stronger. Kirby didn’t understand. To be much, much more powerful; such a wish could never end. Just how strong is enough for Meta Knight? Meta Knight’s wish must've emerged from the pure desire to protect his men. But that wish is too great, where he might’ve become incapable of thinking anything else. How could he wish for a battle solely to become stronger, lending no ears to the heartfelt words from Captain Vul and the others? -Kirby couldn’t understand. He feels sorry for Galacta Knight who was unsealed for something like that. Unsealed only to fight and sealed within the crystal a second time once defeated. He didn’t want to fight such an opponent. But none of them understood Kirby’s feelings. “You’re the one who can fight, Kirby.” “We have plenty of Copy Essences too!” “What’re you gonna use? Is it Fire? Ice? Pick the one that you’re most confident with!” Hounded by everyone, Kirby hung his head. “I......don’t wanna......” It was when Kirby was about to insist feebly. There was a large impact all of a sudden and the floor shook. The palace which had crumbled from the start was unable to withstand it. The hardly remaining pillars broke with a cracking sound. “W-What is it!?” “The battle between the two at last......” Everyone was flurried and ran for cover. To a cavity alongside the wall for Captain Vul and the rest from the Halberd. To the back of a rubble for King Dedede and Waddle Dee. To the shade of the fractured pillar for Kirby and Sphere Doomer. Once everyone took refuge in their shelter, a large hole opened on the wall and Meta Knight came tumbling in. He took a direct hit from the series of attacks by Galacta Knight. Galacta Knight came after him immediately afterwards. He isn’t the slightest short of breath even while battling this intensely. Standing ready with his massive lance once again, Galacta Knight charged at the collapsed Meta Knight. “SIR!!” Shouted Captain Vul and the Meta Knights in one voice. The moment it seemed as though he would be impaled, Meta Knight leaped to his feet. His treasured sword, Galaxia emits gold-colored lights. He steps his one foot forward and swings Galaxia hard. Galaxia repulsed the attack from the lance and directly hit Galacta Knight. It is an enormous force, where Galacta Knight held out barely and still stumbled. He drew back unsteadily and fell with his back facing down. He tumbles down to the other side of a platform where a throne once was. “He did it!” Yelled Captain Vul and the other men in joy, and rushed out from the spot they were hiding in. “I expected nothing less, sir!” “I can’t believe that you won against Galacta Knight!” “You really are the greatest swordsman in the galaxy!” Meta Knight didn’t respond even as he heard the joyful voice of his men. His subordinates that were about to rush over to him suddenly paused. His body was still brimming with thirst for battle and blood. So much so that if they approached him carelessly, they could be cut to shreds. “Not yet. This isn’t over.” Muttered Meta Knight and jumped onto the platform. He peers into the spot where Galacta Knight tumbled down to. “......Not there!?” Meta Knight looked around with eyes lusting for blood. Kirby calls out to him, having come out from the shade of the pillar. “Meta Knight......are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” “Kirby......” As if struck with an idea, Meta Knight jumped down from the platform and stood in front of Kirby. “I see. This is you doing.” “Huh?” “You disapprove of me fighting. So you hid Galacta Knight?” “Huh? Huh? I didn’t do anything......” “Quit screwing around. Where is Galacta Knight!?” Meta Knight is so enraged that he is on the verge of slashing at Kirby “I don’t know~!” Pleaded Kirby, flapping his hands. “He has no relation to this. I saw for sure that Galacta Knight rolled down to the other side of the platform.” Said King Dedede. “But he’s nowhere to be seen.” “Didn’t he ran away?” To Dedede’s words, Captain Vul nodded. “He probably ran away in surprise of your immense strength. I expected no less in scaring off the strongest warrior in the galaxy!” “Absolutely not!” Meta Knight swung his sword in vexation. “The match hasn’t been settled yet. In no way would he flee!” “But......” Said Kirby. “It can’t be helped now that he’s gone. You should have some snacks and take a rest, Meta Knight.” “......Kirby.” Meta Knight turned back to Kirby. “Then you be my opponent.” “Eh?” “I’m not satisfied with the curtain falling like this. I want to fight a powerful opponent.” “You mean that you’ll fight me!?” Kirby jumped up. “No. I don’t wanna be your opponent.” “Copy one of my men. Whether it be Sword Knight or Blade Knight.” “I said I don’t wanna! More than that, you should return to the Halberd and have snacks with everybody!” But Meta Knight didn’t try to lend any ears to Kirby’s words. Having his Galaxia at the ready, he slashes at Kirby with nothing to persuade him otherwise. “KYAAAAA!” Screamed Kirby and made a run for it. “Wait, Kirby! Fight me!” “Didn’t I say that I don’t wanna!?” Meta Knight chases after Kirby skedaddling. King Dedede said as he saw the two running around the palace. “Something’s wrong with him. That punk, I never knew that he likes to quarrel that much.” “What my lord desires isn't to quarrel. It’s to train.” Captain Vul talked back, but the king shook his head. “Now that it has come to this, it varies to neither training nor quarrel. I may not like Kirby, but attacking him one-sidedly is even more obnoxious than quarreling.” “Guhhh......” Captain Vul folded his arms and moaned. Sword Knight said. “Our lord’s adherence to the sword is greater than anyone. I admire how he wishes to become stronger when he’s already strong enough, but......” “He’s going off the deep end. Looks like I have no choice but to cool down that heated head of his!” With his favorite hammer in his hands, King Dedede made his way toward the two running about.

Trident Knight said. “Even King Dedede is participating in the battle! Just what is this coming to?” Waddle Dee mumbled as he followed the three with his eyes. “It’d be great if no one were to quarrel......”

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #Grand Sovereign Master Kirby #meta knight #king dedede #waddle dee #galacta knight #captain vul #meta knights #sword knight #blade knight #sphere doomer

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duhragonball · 3 years

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Hellsing Liveblog Ch. 35-40

This is the one-part “Xanado”, and the five-part “Final Fantasy”.

So last time, we saw a Millennium team led by Rip Van Winkle take control of a British aircraft carrier, which forced Hellsing to send Alucard to deal with the situation. He accomplished his mission, but now he’s stuck on the boat by himself, because vampires can’t cross running water. I suppose Hellsing would have arranged a second aircraft to pick him up, but they’ve got bigger problems on their hands. Just as Alucard finishes off Winkle, reports come in of communication breakdowns all over Great Britain. Military, intelligence, police, all out of reach. Integra recognizes this as Millennium’s next move. By taking out the communications networks, they ensure a clear shot for their invasion force to move in. But how did they pull this off?

Simple, they did it the same way they arranged all those vampire attacks during the summer, and the Valentine assault on Hellsing Manor, and the Brazillian Police raid on Alucard’s hotel suite, and Lt. Winkle’s takeover of the H.M.S Eagle. They convinced a bunch of Brits to betray their country in exchange for being turned into vampires. The only real surprise here is the sheer breadth of treachery this time around, as Millennium must have created dozens of sleeper agents throughout the country, each tasked with hijacking or sabotaging key defense systems. And Vice-Admiral Penwood’s command is no exception. Those a-holes who gave Integra a hard time earlier? Turns out they were in the tank for Millennium all along, and now that the invasion force has arrived, they’ve revealed their true colors. At first, they’re pretty thrilled to have captured Integra Hellsing herself, but she calmly informs them that they’re minor league vampires at best, and they’ve foolishly revealed themselves in the presence of expert vampire hunters.

And Walter calmly slices them all up with his magic wire powers. Cool.

But that’s not going to stop the one thousand vampire soldiers currently heading into British airspace. I think the most striking visual in this part of the story are the expressions of sheer excitement on these guys’ faces. They’re just so thrilled for what’s about to happen, and when you consider how long they’ve waited, it only makes sense. It’s almost infectious, until you recall just what it is they’ve come here to do.

Meanwhile, Alexander Anderson watches the Millennium blimps roll in. Oh, right, I forgot about him. Back in chapter 25 he was still in Brazil, trying to locate Millennium’s HQ, but all he found were human agents trying to stop him, which he found rather insulting. Then Maxwell contacted him to explain what he learned from the summit with Hellsing, and he ordered Maxwell to come to London in preparation for a great crusade. But unlike the Crusads of old, their enemy is not Allah, but Mars, since Millennium is so devoted to war. Anyway, Anderson’s here and ready to rock.

Meanwhile, the people of London finally spot these blimps rolling in, and it’s pretty horrifying stuff. We’ve already seen the carnage that can be wrought by a few vampires, and now it’s a thousand vampires, and they’re all Nazi soldiers to boot. The sense of dread here is just palpable.

Aboard the flagship (flagblimp?) the Major starts giving his men their orders, and they even have a stupid invasion handbook for the occasion. Warrant Officer Schrodinger lost his and has to share with the Captain. I suppose this is intended to alleviate the tension, except, no, it really doesn’t. These guys are all horrible monsters in every sense of the word, and they’re about to do awful, unspeakable things. Schrodinger’s comic relief moments only make it worse.

The Major gives an extra-long speech for the occasion, basically outlining all the buildings and people in London that he wants his men to destroy (tl;dr: “all of them”). He then assigns Lt. Zorin Blitz to take one of the blimps with a contingent of men and head for the Hellsing mansion on the outskirts of town. She figures that’ll be an easy gig, since Alucard is away, but the Major warns her not to underestimate Integra Hellsing or Seras Victoria. He doesn’t exactly explain his concerns about Seras, but the mere fact that she’s Alucard’s servant is probably reason enough to be mindful, and Integra is Alucard’s master, and she comes from a long line of vampire hunters, so the Major considers them both to be archenemies on the same level as Al himself, despite their inexperience.

So the Major explicitly orders Zorin to go to the mansion but not to attack. Her task is to observe an wait for the Major’s order. This will be important later.

Then the Major orders a bunch of V-1 and V-2 rockets launched at London. I mean, geez, were the hundreds of vampire soldiers not enough? Did he think he needed to soften the city up first?

Then the troops jump out of the blimp to begin their assault. They look like they’re parachuting down, but I don’t think any of them are wearing parachutes, since they shouldn’t need them. It’s almost pathetic the way they talk to each other with all of this professional military talk and congratulating each other on a successful landing. London is virtually defenseless and this is a slaughter, not a battle, but they’ve been psyched up for this for 55 years.

Back at Penwood’s base, Integra warns him to flee before the main invasion force arrives, but Penwood insists on remaining at his post. He confesses that he’s completely incompetent, and he only has this position because of his inherited title, but he refuses to abandon his duty, since that’s the only honorable thing he can do. Integra leaves him a gun with silver bullets and wishes him well as she heads for her own duty. Penwood orders his men to evacuate, but they refuse, since Penwood can’t actually operate any of the equipment here.

So now we get an extended sequence of Milennium marching through London, basically sacking the city and slaughtering anyone they meet. This is accompanied by the lyrics to “Akuma Stocking” which I think was used in the anime adaptation as well. There’s a lot of gory scenes here, but the three main visuals that stuck with me in the anime are these:

First, this motherfucker eating a baby.

Second, all the Londinian civilians they bite end up rising up and transforming into ghouls, who then join in the slaughter. It’s easy to forget about ghouls at this point, but Millennium never forgot. Their artificial vampires can’t turn virgins into new vampires, and I think that may be by design. They were counting on their victims rising up to compound the horror.

Third, just a lot of bayonet-usage going on here. You’d think they’d be content to bite and shoot people, but these guys seem to enjoy hoisting up their prey to show them off. It’s a horrific nightmare and there’s no end in sight.

Integra and Walter speed home as fast as they can, but they stop to take out a Millennium soldier in a shootout with London police. She can’t save the cops, but she does avenge them.

Back at the Naval base, Penwood sends out a final transmission as he expects the enemy to enter his post at any moment. His men are all dead, with the last one shooting himself to avoid becoming a ghoul. He tells anyone who can hear him to resist and do their duty. Then he recalls his first meeting with the young Sir Integra. Back then, he found it ridiculous that a 12 year old should be in charge of Hellsing, but she quickly puts him in his place, and established that she would be asking him for favors from then on.

But Penwood won’t be granting any favors to the Kraut bastards who storm his post. Instead he sets off the explosives they set up earlier and I guess they all die together. I wouldn’t have thought an explosion would kill these vampires, but they are a lot less formidable than Dandyman or the Valentines. Luke couldn’t regenerate his foot, for example.

When Integra shot that one vampire, she gave away her position, and now Millennium is on her trail. Just when it seems they have a clear shot at escape, someone blocks their path, and Walter tells Integra to take the wheel and find another route. He’s going to stay behind to fight this guy, but he doesn’t think he can hold him off for long.

Integra does as he asks, but orders him to return alive “at all costs.” Hmm.

Walter uses his wire power, but it turns out this is the Captain, and he’s apparently powerful enough to foil his attack. Walter recognizes him, presumably from when he and Alucard fought the proto-Millennium in the 1940s.

And then the Major flies along in his blimp and confirms it.

Meanwhile, Integra gives the Last Battalion a merry chase, but eventually she crashes the car and seems to be cornered. One asshole tries to get closer to finish her off, but she decapitates him with her sword.

His comrades accuse her of being a “sore loser” and tell her to give up, but she mocks them all for being cowards who surrendered their humanity. She’s hardcore, she’s hardcore.

But before she can fight all these vampires alone, somebody comes along and throws a bunch of blessed bayonets at them. These did a number on Alucard and Seras, but they didn’t cause any lasting harm. Seras was even able to pull them out without too much trouble. But this shithead just disintigrates on the spot. Remember, the Last Battalion’s main advantage is their number. Individually, they’re not terribly impressive, at least as vampires go.

But yeah, it’s Alexander Anderson, along with his two sidekicks, Heinkel Wolfe and Yumiko Takagi, the stars of Kouta Hirano’s earlier manga, “Cross-Fire”. We’ve seen Heinkel in Hellsing before, but I think this is Yumie’s debut here. They chastise Anderson for interfering, since they were only sent to observe, but Anderson is too fired up by Integra’s fighting spirit, and he wants to kill some vampires, dammit.

Turns out there’s quite a few of these Iscariot guys here, maybe all of them, but Anderson starts doing a whole routine with them, as they chant all this stuff about how they’re assassins in the tradition of Judas, the disciple who betrayed Christ. I’m not sure I get much of this, but it’s nice that Hirano put some thought into Section XIII as the super-secret death squad of this fantasy version of the Vatican.

And that’s all we have for now.

#2021 hellsingliveblog #hellsing #sir integra hellsing #alexander anderson #walter c dornez #seras victoria #sir shelby penwood #the major #the doctor #warrant officer shrodinger #the captain #zorin blitz #heinkel wolfe #yumiko takagi

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wishingforatypewriter · 4 years

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More of the fantasy AU please🐉

Summary: Erina and Souma meet once again in the days before he leaves on his quest. (Original fantasy au post here, previous sorina fic here)

Erina sat beside her grandfather in the throne room, back straight and face impassive as a parade of weary farmers came and bowed and begged for alms or a deferment of taxes because their crops had failed. All of their stories were the same—an auspicious growing season and the promise of a strong yield suddenly thwarted by a rotting of the crops, as though the soil itself were blighted.

When she was younger, Erina had often wondered if her father truly understood what he had done when he sent his curse, whether he had meant it. But now she knew with certainty that he had. If her grandfather had even a shred of weakness inside him, he would have relinquished land and title to put an end to it years ago. And if Erina herself had been any less proud, she would have begged him to.

When the day’s last supplicant, a widow, came in, flanked by two small children without shoes and begging for grain to feed them, Erina was reminded of her burden once again.

“Lady Arato,” she whispered to her friend once her grandfather had finished his last audience. “I wish to ride out to the fields. Will you accompany me?”

Hisako had always possessed the ability to read her mind, and today she seemed less than pleased with her thought process. Her eyebrows knit together in the way they always did when she worried. “My princess, it is highly inadvisable,” she said. “You’ve only barely recovered from the incident on the riverbanks. Overtaxing your magic again so soon—”

“Is my duty,” Erina said, sighing. “As the future queen, I cannot allow my people to starve when I have the power to prevent it.”

Hisako sighed heavily, and Erina knew that she was taking mental stock of her potions inventory, weighing the benefits of her various healing charms. “Still, you know that this isn’t sustainable. You need to consider your health. If it hadn’t been for that fool merchant, Yukihira, your people would be mourning you right now.”

Just the mention of that upstart peasant set Erina on edge, but she hadn’t a thought to spare for him today.

“My health will recover, as always, as long as I have you with me.” The princess clasped her lady’s hands between her own, and by the flush spreading on Hisako’s cheeks, Erina knew that the argument was won. “Will you ready the horses?”

“Of course,” she said. “Just be careful, please.”

“I will,” the princess promised. “For if I am not, you will never let me hear the end of it.”

By sundown, all the agrarian fields of Totsuki overflowed with golden wheat and vegetables, and the people drank and danced in town and farmstead, singing the praises of their princess with the power of the gods.

“You’re so unfair, Erina,” her cousin Alice whined, riding up to her and Hisako on their way back from the last field. “How on earth am I to become the favorite if you’re always pulling stunts like that?”

“Simple. You aren’t.”

“So prickly,” the Princess Alice said. “It’s almost enough to make one forget how softhearted you really are.”

“Who’s soft?” Erina snapped, then paused, taking a sip of the restorative tonic Hisako had made when the fatigue started creeping up on her again.

“Do not provoke her today, Alice,” Hisako chided as they approached the center of town.

The people threw roses and shouted praises as the trio as they rode into the town square. Alice waved and blew kisses at them, while Erina offered dignified half-smiles and Hisako kept watch for potential assailants.

“Oh look, there goes your champion,” Alice said to Erina, pointing at a particular head of spiky red hair.

“My champion?” Erina scoffed. “That person is grandfather’s pet project. He has nothing to do with me.”

“Hey, Saiba!” Alice called out to him, completely ignoring her cousin’s denial. “Saiba! Doesn’t he hear?”

“He doesn’t answer to Saiba,” Erina said before she could think better of it. “He goes by his mother’s name, Yukihira, for whatever reason.”

“You know an awful lot about him,” Alice said, smirking. “Hey, Yukihira! This way!” She waved him over to them, all smiles.

“Oh, what’s up, Nakiris?”

“You will address the princesses with more formality,” Hisako quipped, scowling.

“Ignore her. Alice is fine,” the white haired royal assured him. “What are you up to today?”

“I’m actually looking for a blacksmith,” he said. “I need to get a sword made.”

“Oh, then you need to go to Ibusaki’s place. It’s not too far from here. We can take you if you like.”

“We can?” Erina repeated, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Of course. We all have errands to run, anyway. Lady Arato has to visit the apothecary shop, and I’ve been meaning to check in with the seer, so you’ll take Yukihira to the blacksmith, right Erina?”

And because her cousin was absolutely impossible, and Hisako actually did need to visit the apothecary, Erina somehow ended up alone with the commoner.

When they reached Ibusaki’s shop, Yukihira helped her down from her horse as a gentleman would, and she was begrudgingly grateful because in her current state she might not have be able to manage the descent on her own.

“You sure you’re up to this?” he asked, taking a good look at her. “That stuff with the wheat probably took a lot out of you.”

“Keep your voice down,” she snapped, watching as he hobbled her horse. “What you’re speaking of isn’t common knowledge.”

“So they don’t know that pulling off miracles makes you sick?”

“It’s not a matter for commoners to concern themselves with,” she said. “Least of all foreign ones.”

Yukihira shook his head at her, laughing a bit as he opened the shop door. “I almost forgot about that part of your personality.”

“Next time, don’t. It will prevent you from becoming too familiar. And what does a tradesman need with a blade, anyway? You don’t expect to open casks with it, do you?”

“So you’re capable of humor after all,” he said with a broad grin, one that Erina found slightly less irritating each time she saw it. “I figured that if I’m going on a quest, I should probably have something more than a knife.”

His words made Erina’s blood run cold. “You’ve accepted it then.” She sighed. “You helped me once before, so I feel I should warn you. You may be Lord Saiba’s son and heir, but from what I can tell you’re no warrior and have no magic to speak of. If you try to oppose Lord Azami, you will die—needlessly and without honor.”

“I’m touched,” he said dryly.

“I’m serious,” she replied, crossing her arms. “My grandfather means well, but he is blinded by his memories of your father and the kingdom’s golden age. He does not realize he’s sending you into a situation far out of your depth.”

Yukihira gave her a long look, and for a moment Erina hoped—more than believed—that he would see reason. “I appreciate the advice, princess. But you’re wrong,” he told her. “The way I see it, your grandfather is just another customer, and this talisman is a highly coveted product. The Yukihira Trading Company has never failed to deliver before, and it won’t this time.”

Erina had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from returning his smile. “You’re either brave or simple,” she said with a sigh. “But I guess it can’t be helped. If you insist on seeing this through, you’ll need proper armament.”

With that, the princess walked up to the front of the shop and addressed the owner’s son. “Ibusaki the younger,” she said in curt greeting. “This one needs mail and a longsword. The blade is to be made in the claymore style with a good grip. It should be finished in a week’s time, all charges posted to the royal account.”

“Yes, princess,” the blacksmith’s son said with a small bow.

“One more thing.” Erina reached for the crystal attached to her necklace and placed it down on the counter. Then she took the dagger at her belt and made a small slice across her left palm. After a few drops of blood touched the gemstone, Erina whispered the words of old and the clear stone turned red. “Put this in the pommel.”

She looked up and saw Yukihira glancing at her incredulously. Once he had recovered himself, he ripped a piece of cloth from his tunic to bandage her hand. “Blood magic?” he asked, once he had finished.

“Protection. It will save your life one time,” she said. “Be sure not to waste it.”

#shokugeki no soma #sorina #soueri #food wars #fantasy au #alice loves to meddle

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 4 years

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Attacked in their Sleep

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Prompt: attacked in their sleep

Fandom: Ninjago

Character: Kai

Trigger Warnings: blood

Cold gaps dig holes in his memory and he does not know why.

Cole has never been a particularly forgetful person, but recently, he just… can’t remember. Little things, like why he entered a room or when he fell asleep or when he got out of bed. But they’re gaining frequency, and he’s beginning to get worried.

And the headaches. They’re not the worst he’s ever had, nowhere near a migraine, but like his forgetfulness, it’s more how often it’s been happening recently that’s bothering him.

Other times, when he’s alone, he gets this feeling that someone is there with him. That someone is… watching him, even, but every time he looks, there’s no one there.

He tries to tell himself it’s paranoia.

He doesn’t tell the others, though. It’s probably just a result of dehydration and a lack of sleep, and he’s always hated to cause a fuss. He just needs to take better care of himself, that’s all.

He wakes up in the middle of sleepwalking on far too many nights. He’s never been a restless sleeper (has he?), but this is almost enough to cause concern.

He’s sure it’s nothing, though. Sleepwalking is plenty-common (hell, even Kai is an occasional sleepwalker!), and it’s not like he’s going to find his way outside and get hit by a car. He hopes.

But until it’s actually something worth mentioning, he’s not going to whine about it. Everything is fine.

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Kai is sure that he isn’t the only one who’s noticed that Cole is acting off. Nothing huge, nothing to the point that they should be intervening, but enough to cause some concern.

Cole is… absent. His attention is always just under where it should be, he’s forgetting simple things, like what day it is or who’s turn it is to cook or even what his favorite video game is called. And Kai knows bad dreams when he hears them. He did practically raise Nya, after all.

Cole hasn’t been sleeping well at all. He’s always tossing and turning, sometimes even making noise (usually minor sleep talking. Stuff that doesn’t make sense, like “I won’t” or “don’t make me”). Kai assumes that it’s based on something that happened in his past.

Besides Cole, everything has been pretty normal. Well… as normal as things can be when you’re a group of ninja fighting off evil snakes and a power hungry lord of darkness. Zane has been adjusting well to finding out that he’s a nindroid (Jay has been using that term so much that it’s kind of just stuck), the kid is staying with them and is finally figuring out that endless pranks will result in some very pissed off ninja, and Nya is — well, a samurai, but Kai can’t tell anyone and it’s going to drive him nuts pretty soon. But still, he’s proud of her, and she’s more than proven she can take care of herself.

Kai is laying in bed, and he can’t tell what woke him up. A glance at the clock reveals it to be just past three in the morning. The room is pitch black, and everyone else is asleep.

He yawns, adjusts a little, and is just barely asleep when he hears a noise. The quietest creaking of a floorboard, nothing too weird. But something twists in his gut and he’s just about to sit up to investigate when something stabs into his chest.

Kai’s eyes shoot open, and he grabs the arm of whoever is attacking him, and he tries his best to keep the blade from going any deeper. He tries to scream, but finds that he can’t make a sound.

Whoever is attacking him is strong, and they’re putting up more of a fight than Kai expected. He’s struggling, and they’re gaining ground, inch by inch. If he doesn’t do something, it’s going to hit something vital to his survival.

He kicks his legs out, taking the chance to roll out of bed and run. The blade rips out of his skin, tearing the wound open even further, but the trailing blood is the last thing on his mind.

He barely makes it outside to the training course before he’s all but tackled, and they both fall to the ground. They’re rolling around, kicking and hitting and all things in between before his assailant, their dagger glinting in the moonlight, poses to strike. Only now does Kai get a look at who it is.

Cole.

With vacant red eyes and a blade raised high and aiming to kill.

Kai barely has time to shake himself out of his stupor before he manages to get up, grabbing a katana from the weapons cabinet.

“Cole,” he says, finding his voice, even if there’s not much of it. “Dude, think about what you’re doing!”

Cole just lunges at him, and Kai is finding it horribly difficult to fight him without hurting him. Red eyes, why does he have red eyes—

“It’s the Hypnobrai, Cole! Come on, snap out of it! You know you don’t want to do this, I’m the cool one!”

Metal grinds against metal as their blades meet, then come apart again. Kai and Cole are usually pretty evenly matched in training. But with a ruthless monster controlling him…

Suddenly, all of Cole’s recent mannerisms are beginning to make sense.

Kai is backed against a wall, and Cole raises his knife… then freezes. His hand begins to tremble. Then his arm, then his whole body.

“Please don’t make me,” Cole whispers, and Kai takes this as his chance to dodge and put more space between the two of them. He needs to figure this out, and quick.

“Come on, snap out of it before one of us gets hurt,” Kai practically begs, crying out as Cole’s blade slashes his arm. In retaliation, he swipes his sword. He doesn’t realize just how much harm he’s done until he feels the tip slice through something more than just fabric.

Cole gasps, stumbling back and dropping his weapon. Kai can’t react before the doors to the monastery burst open and the magic flute is playing and Cole is blinking harshly, confused.

Kai throws his sword, running to Cole and dropping to his knees beside him. Cole is on the ground, looking much like a small child who’s lost their mother in a grocery store.

“Dude, Cole, are you with me?” He asks, ripping his own pajama shirt and holding it over Cole’s wound. It makes a squelching sound, and he can’t suppress a shudder.

“I think so…” he says, though it’s clear enough that he’s still processing. “You’re bleeding!”

It’s now that the pain of almost being stabbed (almost) right through the heart catches up with him. Huh, that adrenaline didn’t last very long.

“Have you seen yourself recently?” He asks instead, if only to distract himself from the burning pain. If he’s in pain, he can’t even imagine how bad it is for Cole.

Someone is beside him, pulling him away from Cole. He fights back, cries out, tries his hardest to stay with him, but they persist. The world blurs around him, and he closes his eyes to avoid getting dizzy. It doesn’t work.

There’s voices, a lot of them. Kai feels like he’s underwater, drifting farther and farther away from anything he should be hearing. Gradually, the world fizzles out.

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He wakes up to whiteness. For a moment, he thinks he’s dead. But then his mind catches up with him, and he realizes that he isn’t dead, just in a hospital. He groans, doing his best to sit up. Nya is beside the bed, slumped over in a chair. He wonders how long she’s been there.

Kai doesn’t want to wake her, but there are questions he needs to ask.

He calls her name in a hushed tone, doing his best not to startle her. She stirs, blinking a few times, then startles and sits up fully.

“You’re awake!” she cries, nearly tripping in her haste to get to him. She hugs him, and he can tell how much she’s restraining herself when it’s awkward and gentle. Normally, she would practically crush him.

“You had me worried sick,” she says, dragging a chair over to the side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

All in all, he’s had worse. The worst part about this is how groggy he feels. He relays this to his sister, who looks more than relieved.

“Where’s Cole?” he asks. Nya looks uncomfortable, averting her eyes.

“He’s down the hall.” she says after a moment, shifting in her chair. “We weren’t… sure if you’d want to see him.”

Kai stares at her, trying to convey how wrong that is. Of course he wants to see Cole! The idiot is probably miserable, blaming himself for something that he didn’t even do!

“It was the serpentine!” he blurts out, “they did it, not him!”

“No, no, we know! We just weren’t sure if you did.”

“It’s kind of hard to miss red eyes!” In his excitement, he moves too rapidly, and wow that hurts.

Nya helps to situate him, propping up some pillows so he can sit up easier.

“I want to see him,” Kai says.

“I’ll see what I can do. But, the others are gonna wanna see you first.” Nya says, getting up and heading for the door.

Kai sighs, but agrees. He’d much rather see Cole first and make sure he’s okay, but seeing the others isn’t the worst thing he can think of. As long as he actually gets to talk to him.

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“Stupid meddling ninja!” Skales yells, flicking the end of his tail against a rock and launching it against the wall.

He’d been so close, so close, to getting rid of at least one of them, those pesky little brats, and then the others just had to ruin his plans!

He’s still not sure how the white one (whatever his name is) had managed to play the magic flute without actually holding it, but however he’d done it, he forgot to take one thing into consideration.

A recording of the flute, while still somewhat effective, just won’t work as well as the real deal.

While his control over the black ninja may have faded, it’s not completely gone. He can most definitely use this to his advantage.

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bangtan-gal · 5 years

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Wide-Eyed Wonder pt. 2

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You thought there were only four Archangels, but you didn’t even know the extent of the realms beyond the human world.

Jisung was like a ghost that you easily forgot about. He was there at all times, you knew that much, but the majority of the time you couldn’t see him. He liked to pop into appearance randomly, sometimes with a startlingly loud “hi!”, It didn’t help that he lacked basic human manners. It took forever for him to fully understand that showers, going to the bathroom, and changing were private matters.

“So you’ve never eaten before?” You asked, waving your pastry at him. The Archangel nodded, not showing a single bit of interest in the delicious treat in your hand. He seemed more interested by the people around him, eyes narrowed on anyone who dared walk too close to your table.

There was, of course, worse things than lack of privacy when it came to Jisung. He wasn’t lying about you becoming a beacon for bad things. The first week, it had just been constant bad luck. Then it really began.

The first had been a woman dressed completely in black, void of a mouth with purely white eyes. Jisung had thrown her out the window of your hotel room and explaining that to Mark was almost harder than accepting the truth. The second was a young boy who was way stronger than he looked. Your ribs had broken and your face had been badly bruised. Jisung had managed to reduce the pain and damage, but then explained that a human body couldn’t handle a complete healing session.

There had been others, although they hadn’t done as much damage. Although Jisung understood your need for privacy, he also was adamant about keeping you safe. You had to pee with the door open and during your showers, he would sit with his back to you.

“Hey, Jisung!” You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “I’m sure we’re fine. None of them have openly attacked in front of other humans.”

He frowned, fingers tapping on the table.

“They’ll only become more radical as time goes on. They’re only thought is to destroy you and soon they won’t care about the Rules of the Veil,” he said.

It was your turn to frown and suspiciously glance at the people around you.

“But I thought all supernatural beings were scared of the Rules of the Veil,” you whispered, “I mean…”

“Demons don’t have minds for themselves,” he reminded you, “Hell thinks for them as one. Eventually, the desperation to please their King will overtake their fear of the Veil. They see it simply: their mission gets completed and only one of them gets punished.”

You still didn’t completely understand what exactly the Veil was. Jisung had explained it as some superior being that had been placed when humans came to exist. From the messy explanation, the Veil had no actual body, but it was extremely powerful. The Rules of the Veil were rulings that were set in place to stop demons and angels from over interacting with humanity. There were a few exceptions, such as angels being stuck in a weird situation where they can save someone.

Your’s and Jisung’s situation.

There were some things he purposely wasn’t talking about or explaining. He confirmed that people had guardian angels, but then avoided the topic of yours. He’d mentioned something about chances of fate but didn’t explain what the other possibilities were that day. You were curious, but Jisung was an Archangel. He could disappear when he didn’t want to talk about something.

“But, with that being said, we should probably go,” Jisung sighed, “if we do get attacked, we don’t need other humans to get attacked.”

You didn’t argue. Sure, you wanted a normal life back, but you also didn’t want to be the reason a bunch of humans got smacked by some psychotic demon. Jisung’s hand wrapped around yours and then you were brushed with cold as you walked through time and ended up back in the hotel room.

You looked around and then caught him staring at you.

“What?”

He blinked,

“I’m just surprised by how well you handle the traveling,” he commented.

Then he paced away, eyes darting towards the window. He was tense today. Jisung was normally more talkative and always adamant about staying outside. For such an almighty being, he reminded you a lot of a little kid. He barely knew anything about humans and everything they did intrigued him… including sex.

It had been a couple days ago when the angel randomly asked the question of “what is sex like?” After several seconds of choking and coughing, you had managed to give a brief idea of what it was like. He hadn’t seemed satisfied with the answer, but he had muttered something about it being like showering and then went quiet.

You looked back over at the boy, watching as he leaned toward the window, eyes narrowed.

“Jis—”

“Y/N get down.”

“What?”

“Get down!” He shouted.

You complied, dropping to the floor. The whole hotel room shook as the wall started breaking apart. Jisung backed away, a ring of blue and white starting to glow around him. It looked as if someone was taking a jackhammer to the wall as it fell away in sections. The angel continued to back up until he stood just in front of you.

“Another demon?” You whispered.

His fists tightened.

“I fear the worst.” Then he bent down and grabbed your hand, quickly pulling you up. The two of you disappeared and this time you felt woozy when you stepped onto different land. His hand held fast to yours as the two of you raced down an alleyway.

Something wasn’t right. Jisung never runs. He always stayed and fought; always proved to be your protector. But as you kept glancing at his face, you saw something you never thought you’d see in his face: fear. It was bright and obvious as he kept glancing over his shoulder.

“What is it?” You asked.

He pursed his lips.

“Tell me dammit!”

“It’s the Legion,” he replied, coming to a stop. You then noticed the sword he held in his other hand. “It’s… it’s really hard to explain, but it’s like multiple demons inside one demon and I alone can’t take care of it.”

That was when you saw exactly who or what he was talking about. It stepped into the alley, red eyes glowing. Although it looked just like one person, your gut screamed that it definitely wasn’t. It was like an unnatural energy you could vibrating off it.

“Are they seriously that desperate to kill me?” You asked, looking at Jisung in disbelief.

“It’s a mix of that, but also to spite Heaven.”

Then he grabbed your hand and you started running again. Your mind was racing. If Jisung couldn’t defeat them, then who could? The two of you stumbled out into a busy street and Jisung cursed, trying to look for a vacant place. You looked behind you, meeting the demon’s stare. Then you got a stupid idea.

You pushed away from Jisung and ran towards a random lady. You grabbed her arm, screaming and desperately pointing towards the red-eyed monster moving towards you. She stared at it, eyes darting between you and the hell-sent.

“Don’t you see that? It’s a demon you psycho!” You shrieked, “we’re screwed!”

When she looked at it again, it was almost as if she understood exactly what was happening. A scream ripped from her throat and she ran the other direction. You weren’t exactly sure if this was how the Veil worked, but you continued to point out the demon to people and watched as horror poured over their features.

“What are you doing?” Jisung snapped, dragging you away from the crowds.

“You said you can’t defeat it!” You retorted, “and the Veil kills demons and angels that violate it’s Rules right?”

He stared at you.

You started to lose confidence. “It… it won’t kill me, right?”

His eyes moved past you and focused on something else.

“Let’s hope not.”

You tried to look behind you, but Jisung covered your eyes and continued walking away. Your body felt like it was vibrating and the air grew unbearably hot. Whispers were crawling along the street and then there was a loud roar. It sounded like a bullet hit a metal shield and then everything disappeared.

Your eyes opened and you stood in Jisung’s embrace amongst a bunch of dazed humans. Scorch marks lined the ground and where the demon once was, there was a splatter of suspicious gold ink. You didn’t realize you were crying until the angel wiped away your tears. He smiled down at you and his hands cupped your face.

“We’re alive,” he breathed out.

Then he kissed you and you were certain the world was about to explode. He tasted like something beyond this world and his touch was electrifying. You pushed deeper into the kiss, hands gripping the front of his shirt.

He pulled back.

“Sorry—I shouldn’t hav—”

You cut him off by kissing him again.

“We’re alive,” you confirmed with a smirk. “All thanks to me of course.”

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chosenfamily-valkyriequeens · 4 years

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Personal opinion: Nesta Archeron deserves better

Nesta is definitely closed off and hurt by what had happened to her, and for completely understandable reasons. It angers me that Rhys is so heartless and an a**hole when it comes to Nesta—like Feyre did go through trauma too, some from their childhood (everyone’s trauma is different yes) but y’all didn’t just expect her to be okay the next day, why would Nesta be any different!

Mor as well is bugging me and she is just acting like a straight up b*tch for no reason besides being jealous and petty over Cassian and Nesta’s budding relationship and Feyre’s hurt feelings. Mor more than anyone should understand what Nesta is going through considering the sexual assault. I hope the two of them realize how wrong they’ve been to treat her so cruelly. Personally I’d like it to be a dramatic Nesta is about to die and they’ve found out the truth about her past and that she’s always loved her sisters and they are like “I’m so sorry please forgive me for being an a**hat” but who knows;)

Nesta’s character is so complex, intelligent and dark, she’s my favorite character out of every book I’ve ever read—and I’ve read A LOT of books. She’s so relatable to anyone who’s felt like the mistreated, worthless, unloved, unwanted, charity case of the family or friend group, when no one valued your side of the story to favor a biased version. And everyone goes through this feeling at least once in their life. This attitude towards Nesta becomes a single story mindset that is so toxic, and the “inner circle”—minus Cassian every now and then( haven’t forgotten about the “your sister care for you and I don’t understand why but they do” part)—is falling into it.

They are so protective of Feyre that they aren’t realizing they are ignoring someone who clearly needs help but doesn’t know how to or doesn’t want to ask for help yet. You can’t pressure someone into asking for help, the have to want to be helped before anything can happen.

I’m not sure how I really feel about her being BANISHED to the mountains with Cassian, I really love them together and want them to be endgame. But how they went about deciding her life without her opinion upsets me. Yes she isn’t in the best to be making life decisions alone, but it’s still HER LIFE she should have a say in what’s happening.

When Feyre was brought to the Night Court it took her months to open up to them, longer for her to even fucking smile! She’d been kidnapped and killed and then she was stuck in a toxic relationship and she needed to figure out how to love herself and be okay with her new body first before she started any type of relationship with Rhys and the inner circle. She didn’t just click her fingers and wish away the pain, it took her a long time to cope with what happened.

Nesta should be given the same courtesy. She at a young age was told she was only good for marrying for status and wealth and having children by her mother who never showed her much attention, her father was always gone and lost all their money putting them all in jeopardy. She wanted to believe her father was the knight in shining armor that would fight for them and save them—but he didn’t. She was almost raped and was sexually assaulted by someone she thought cared about her. Was then later dragged out of her bed and was DROWNED&KILLED turing into a thing she had feared her while life. But not before having to watch as her sister was killed right before her eyes and turned as well. You don’t just get over that with a snap of your fingers.

It kills me that people are so upset about Nesta not stepping up and helping as the oldest. SHE WAS A CHILD, yes so was Feyre but don’t forget that Nesta too was a little girl, heartbroken that her family life was destroyed, her mother dead and her father not the hero she thought he would be. Everyone deals with pain different. She was raised to believe her only purpose was to marry and have children, not go out and kill animals in the woods.

Feyre being the youngest daughter was probably not subjected to the lessons Nesta was to become a perfect wife, giving her more time to be kid and play and be a little bit more outgoing—most likely what lead her to be the provider.

(the reading lessons I feel was unfortunate, she forgot overtime for not practicing—not saying that was her fault ether, but I 100% believe that if Nesta had known she couldn’t read she would have taught her. Just think about it, Nesta loves to read, it’s empowering and she would definitely teach her had Feyre asked for it, because no one knew she couldn’t read, they even mention that in the books, Nesta said she would’ve taught her had she known she didn’t know how.)

Nesta wasn’t raised to be like that, so don’t expect her to just wake up and forget the years of programming her mother had drilled into her head. Let’s also not forget Elian is older than Feyre too, they really just brush over her and ignore that she too didn’t help provide for the family ether, yet the inner circle welcomed her with open arms because she’s quite and shy and won’t fight back or lash out for her feelings being hurt.

Nesta also was probably embarrassed that she didn’t know how to help, and didn’t know how to ask. People tend to skip over parts that they don’t like to focus on the parts they only want to see. Nesta went out and cut the wood when Feyre asked, Nesta went into the woods to go get Feyre back, she offered up her story to the high lords for the war, she wanted to learn how to fight so she would be helpful, how to use her powers, but do we hear anyone talking about that in the inner circle? No. And that pisses me off.

When the two Ravens came after them in the library she didn’t want to leave Feyre alone to fight them. She stayed and only went when Feyre told her to go find help. She wanted them to have an advantage in the war so she stayed and fought, made herself a distraction so they could get to the cauldron and keep the king distracted. Cassian was about to die and instead of running like he told her to she picked up his sword and tried to fight and when it failed she covered his body with her own, they wouldn’t die alone, they’d go together.

Her charter traits amaze me because if she were a male character I’m almost 99% certain none of us would be having this conversation about how “he” is a bitch that doesn’t deserve to be happy. If she was a male it would be socially acceptable that he is this way because he had a “troubled past” and he’s “dealing with it” he can drink and fuck whoever because he’s “healing” and that’s what guys do. No one would question it. The allure of the bad boy is so captivating that we ignore that they’ve made mistakes. But the minute you make them a female the are automatically a bitch and deserve to be hated because that’s not how a female should act.

Double standards exist in the books we read as well as the world we live in. It’s easy to forget that because we want to believe that the fantasy we have created is perfect when in reality it’s flawed. Flawed characters make for the best stories because they are the most relatable and REAL.

Nesta is probably the most real and relatable character to ever be created. She’s made mistakes, she’s made up of flaws, she been hurt but continues to go through life with her head held high. She doesn’t give two shits about what people think of her. She runs her life how she wants it. She doesn’t stand for people treating her like crap. She’s quick to say something back to defend herself or deflect it to something else. She’s intelligent and smart. She knew how many ships were needed to save the humans she cares about others.

But she is also flawed. It’s hard for her to feel emotions, to be open and understand other peoples emotions. She’s quick tempered and hot headed, but she’s also caring and passionate about the people she cares about. She would lay down her life if it meant she would save the people she cares about.

At the end of the war she’s hit with the reality that her father actually cared about them and she watched him be KILLED right in front of her, if that doesn’t speak volumes about scaring emotional trauma I don’t know what does.

She also has to come to terms with the fact that shes killed people. Jus because they were bad doesn’t mean that killing them was easy and didn’t effect her. The power burst saved them all but it also ended thousands of lives, regardless of what they did she has to live with the fact that she has ended another persons life. Even the King of Hybern’s death might not be easy for her to deal with. She ripped his head from his body, that would give any sane person nightmares.

She has had less that three months to cope with her new body and magic and is thrown into a war and watches the people around her are dying. That’s probably why she helps out in the medic tent and tends to the wounded, she can’t really fight so she finds something to do to help.

Side note: when she was helping in the medic tents during the war do you all remember the scene when she noticed Cassian’s hand was hurt? She literally took care of him. She might not show emotion often but when she does it speaks volumes. And then Cassian had to go and rip his hand away from her when Mor walked in. That probably made her feel like he was embarrassed to be seen with her. That’s she’s not worth being around if people don’t like her and will judge him if he’s seen with her.

For her PTSD It mentions how every time she lights a fire all she can hear is bones popping and necks snapping—I wouldn’t want to light a fire ether if that’s all I thought about and heard. The bath tub has me reeling. She’s forced herself to get over her fear because she thinks she deserves the pain is causes her. She stopped eating and taking care of herself because she thought she deserved to punish herself.

And the biggest problem I had with the inner circle—Cassain included this time, was solstice. Not one present for her besides Elain(and whatever the hell cassian threw in the damn river!!), and they practically forced her to go and they didn’t even get her anything! What the heck!!! I mean sure she didn’t get them anything, but she’s never celebrated this before how would she know? And it’s not like she had the money ether. Yes it was Feyre’s birthday but she also probably didn’t know what to get her with the bad place they were in at the moment. And there was not one painting of her in the entire house. I would feel uncomfortable and unwanted too if I was her. They don’t like how she chose to deal with her pain and they try to fix her pain, instead of listening to her pain and what SHE needs verses what THEY think she needs.

They only do what they want because they want to sweep it under the rug and move on. Because they don’t want poor fragile Feyre to feel sad. Fuck them honestly. If Nesta’s not ready to deal she’s not ready to deal giver her her damn space and time.

She needs to hit rock bottom before she’s ready to climb back to the surface. And all the the inner circle has had hundreds of years to cope with their pain and know what works for them. Nesta is a 22 year old women. She’s not developed the right ways to cope with death and tragedy yet, she needs to figure out what works best for her and that’s okay, she should be able to learn what works for her, not be forced to try what works for others.

Nesta is Depressed, she’s shown clear signs of PTSD, as well and Anxiety. You don’t just get over those because people are done with your mopping, they take time and sometimes they never go away you just learn how to cope with them when they flare up. You can’t just stuff it into a jar and hope it never comes out. It doesn’t work that way. And the 500+ year old Fae should understand that!!!!

Her drinking and having sex is her way of trying to feel something as well as not feeling anything. Again if she was a male character no one would be having a problem with this. Cassian and the other go out and drink for no reason and no one gets on them about it. Rhys said the day Feyre was going to marry Tamlin he was going to be piss drunk to not feel anything. And can you imagine what he would’ve been like had Feyre actually married Tamlin? He’d be wreak, and probably end up destroying himself because of his broken-heartedness.

Another thing about her going to the camps is, she has extreme PTSD from the war and from her sexual assault with Tomas. And now she being sent into what will probably be another war. A camp where all males do is fight all day—not good for someone who has PTSD about fighting. A place where women are treated like breeders and objects—not good for some who has sexual assault trauma. And they just expect her to be fine?! Noooooo!!!

She is going to struggle and not in the good way that gets her to feel again. She’s going to be pushed beyond her limits in a bad way and this could ultimately be what destroys her. My only hope is that the other females recognize what’s she’s going through and find a positive way to support her. I want her to have her own group of strong empowering and compassionate females and males in her new friend group.

The inner definitely doesn’t deserve to have Nesta in their “happy little circle” as Nesta puts it. She is someone I’d want to be friends with because she’d go to the ends of the earth to help her friends and the inner circle doesn’t understand that she DOES have a heart, she is just scared of it getting hurt and broken because she let herself love someone and be loved by someone, to only end up getting hurt the same way she did by Tomas. Trust is hard to build when it’s been broken time and time again.

Things I want from ACOSF is for Nesta to get better all on her own. To ignore the inner circle—minus Cassian sometimes, I do love their banter and I want to see some fluff and sexual tension/frustration and smut from them, as well as a good heart to heart with some tears on both sides about their pasts. Her to United the camp lords. Befriend Devlon—have a father daughter relationship with the dude, change the way females are treated in the camps. Come into her powers. Have Cassian stand up to his family and defend Nesta(she’s probs had no one EVER stand up for her before). For her to ABSOLUTELY NOT apologize to the inner circle, they should apologize to her only for treating her like crap and holding her last mistakes over her head like a sword waiting to cop her head off if she makes one wrong move . For Nesta to befriend Bryaxis—OMG how awesome that would be!!! Hahahaha. Maybe The Court of Nightmares cameo. Find out who Cassian saw in the prison, as well as WHAT THE BLOODY HELL CASSIAN THREW INTO THE SIDRA ON SOLOIST!!!! And hopefully the Ilyrians will become independent from the Night Court with the help of Nesta as their newQueen—Sarah has called her a queen without a throne, if this doesn’t happen then I quit. And maybe Cassain ruling with her. Oh and of course NESSIAN MATES AS ENDGAME!!!!!!!!

I hope Nesta gets her deserved happy ending, regardless of whether or not the inner circle is involved in her healing and empowerment. She is a Queen, and nothing will stop her from owning her life and getting her happiness like she deserves!<3

Sorry for the rant:)

#nesta #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sarajmaas #cassian #nessian #queennesta

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maddieson-san · 4 years

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Secret Santa Kogkag

@megara09 I am so sorry this is late! I have been dying, in quarantine in my bed over the worst cold I’ve ever had and my son’s gastro (which are all fun things to have pregnant). ANYWHO. I am so sorry. I have tried to combine pack hanging out with them meeting in the present. I struggle with not turning into a long fic with multi chapters. So, I tried to do a nice open but wrapped up ending? AAAAH! I hope you like it T.T

Lost, really?

Then again, did she ever excel at finding her way in the forest before? Even back then, the only reason she didn’t get lost was because she had her friends with her. Therefor, it was no surprise that a little wood gathering mission had turned into this. She had told herself to not stray too far from the camp but apparently she had managed to take a few wrong turns. Ayumi, Eri and Yuka would hopefully start looking for her soon and they would not get lost like she had… Clearly they would not suggest camping again for their next annual trip. It was something they had started since high school ended and Kagome’s health ‘got better’. Once the well permanently closed, leaving her stuck in her own era, she had been forced to resume her old life, finding back her old routine. It took some time, melancholy taking hold of her from time to time but as the years went by, she learned to cherish the memories of the past while moving on with her new life.

Although, being stuck in the woods? It was bringing back some memories.

“Ayumi?” she tried.

Perhaps it was all her years in the feudal era, but part of her was scared of screaming too loud… what if it attracted undesired attention? No, she was being silly; there were no youkais here. Worst case… wolves? No, the girls wouldn’t rent a lot in a wolf infested area right? This was the modern era, and although this time had its own demons and whatnot, youkais popping out of nowhere was not one of them.

And then there was a growl.

Kagome felt her blood freeze as her breathing stilled. It was behind her - how far, she couldn’t tell… What was it she was supposed to do? Run? Not move? Play dead? One of those was in case of a bear attack, she was almost sure of it. Fuck. Okay - okay. It was okay because - because she could do this. She closed her eyes, foolishly attempting to give herself some courage. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs to the maximum capacity, and then exhaled loudly. Her teeth were clattering together as she turned around, slowly facing the beast that stood behind her. His long black fur was morphing into the darkness of the night, leaving nothing but his blue eyes shining into the night like two tiny stars. It was far enough from her, but not far enough for her to escape with enough distance. Now that she had made the first move, she expected it to launch itself at her but… But it wasn’t attacking her; it was just staring at her. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, not that it would protect her much, and she stared into the wolves' blue eyes. It was piercing through her soul, forcing her to forget how to breathe. The last wolves she had met used to eat humans. But that was probably because they were youkais, right? He didn’t want to shred her to pieces… Hopefully.

“Any chance you wanna kidnap me and use me as a shard detector?” She joked, her bottom lip trembling.

As soon as the words left her lips, she saw the wolf stiffen, his eyes hardening, while his massive body stilled completely. Not a fan of bad jokes, noted. Damn it. Her heart was racing, her lips were dry as her brain scrambled for the next course of action. How would she prove she was no threat? It wasn’t like she could zap it and run…no one was going to come with a sword and save her from this. Maybe she did miss the good old days. She lifted her heel from the ground, undecided if she should slowly back way or make a run for it, when the wolf made a call. He stepped forward, determined. Kagome swallowed hard, the sound of her heart deafening her.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” she managed to stutter. Yes, Kagome… because wolves speak human. He probably would think she was threatening him some more.

Her fear forced her to take a step back, her heart rising into her throat while her stomach squeezed tightly. Unfortunately for her, her assessing of her surrounding was poor at best; it only required a few back steps before her back slammed into a tree trunk. She was trapped between a tree and a wolf. What if she threw herself side ways? Lunged herself forward? Maybe such a drastic action would throw it off and it would give her the distraction she needed to run away. Although, was she willing to take such a big risk? Realistically, she knew she could not outrun a wolf; she didn’t even know where she was going, where her camp was. And then what? She would have led it to her friends. No, it was a bad idea. She could feel her powers rising in her fingertips, and she wondered if maybe just maybe it might do a little something.

Meanwhile the wolf kept closing the distance, the black fur of his large paws being swallowed by the muddy ground beneath them. He was going to get her and he was going to rip her to pieces until she was dismembered, nothing more than pile in a lost corner of the forest. She pushed her hands further in front of her, her eyes begging for her to close them to shield her own brain from the nightmare to come. Did she really want a preview of the teeth that were going to sink into her flesh? As she felt it close, its warm breath warming the air still separating them, she gave into her cowardliness and shut her eyes, waiting for the pain that was inevitably coming.

“K-Kagome?”

Wait what.

Her bottom lip was trembling by the time she dared to crack one of her eyes open. The image in front of her was initially blur, probably due to the tears that had pooled in her eyes. It -it was man? Her eyes scanned over a long dark ponytail, spilling over a naked, tan chest. Piercing blue eyes were staring at her in disbelief, a cocky smile dancing on lips that felt very familiar. The way he said her name kept echoing in her head until she tipped slightly forward. It was but it couldn’t possibly be.

“Kouga?”

“It is you,” he almost screamed before launching himself forward.

Before she could blink, his arms were tightly wrapped around her, trapping her in an embrace tight enough to knock the air out of her lungs. It took her a moment, but eventually she returned the gesture and squeezed him back. “B-but how?”

“I should be the one asking ya that.” She could hear his smile when he talked.

It wasn’t until her hands palmed at his naked flesh while she tightened the embrace that she realized…his back wasn’t the only naked part of him. If she continued glancing down over his shoulder, she could clearly see…oh god. “Naked. You’re naked.”

A eek slipped her lips before she put her palms to his pecs before violently pushing him away from her, closing her eyes to shield them from any more nakedness. Unfortunately for her, his stance was a lot more solid than hers and he remained where he stood like an immovable object while she was the down who went flying backwards once more. Ouch.

“Sorry, I got so excited I forgot,” he said with a smile.

Kagome. His Kagome. In the flesh. He had caught a drift of a scent that flooded his mind with memories of her. He had told himself it was absolutely impossible, but he had followed the trail nonetheless. And then he had seen her. He had told himself it was a coincidence, a descendant maybe… but then she spoke and he knew. He could hardly believe it but he knew. And she had confirmed it. There were a million questions burning his lips but as he watched her, her cheeks dusty pink from embarrassment and her hand plastered over her eyes to hide his nakedness, he knew it would have to wait. “How about this, give me ‘bout 20 seconds?”

Next thing she knew, she could feel her hair being pushed backwards as a gust of wind overtook the area; she didn’t need to see to know what had just happened. She could not help the hint of a smile that tugged at her lips. It almost felt like old times.

-O-

It took more than 20 seconds, but Kouga eventually returned. He took her hand, much like he had done in the past, and had led her back to his little camping side where she had found out Ginta and Hakkaku had been waiting for them. They did not even try to hide their excitement as they threw their arms around her, dancing and screaming sis in her ear as though she had never left their sides. Obviously, once the joy wore off, they had a lot of questions. And she did her best to answer all of them, starting with pulling down the wall the very first time all the way to her last trip. And they listened with wide eyes and open ears.

“Wow. Time travel.”

“Yep.”

“For a second there, I thought I was going crazy,” Kouga admitted as he scratched the back of his head. “I mean it smelled like you - it had to be you… but it couldn’t be.” Despite the fact that he had given her up, it didn’t mean he didn’t care about her. He had come around looking for her, but Inuyasha had always been vague with his answers. Kouga had even tried to beat it out of him, but it hadn’t worked; the hanyou had stuck to his answer. Kagome was gone… forever. At least now he knew that didn’t mean she was dead. He had never quite forgiven himself all those years. What if she was dead and it was because he had left her in Inuyasha’s care? The fact that she was alive lifted a load off of his chest. His Kagome was alive.

“You? I thought I was gonna die eaten by a wolf.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve kept my words. No more humans… although… lost girls in the woods… I might make an exception,” he said with a wink.

“Funny… for an old man. You must be… really old by now. How is it that you guys even survived this long?”

Kouga palmed at the back of his neck, rubbing the cold skin. “Youkais live pretty long - but most of ‘em die. The change hasn’t been easy. Some couldn’t live like this, others died trying to prevent it… we adapted.”

“Kouga didn’t wanna break his word to you. He didn’t wanna go back to human killing and eating.”

She frowned. “No one could have blamed you for defending yourself.” It wasn’t like she prone violence and killings but, she couldn’t even imagine what all of them had to go through to make it to the modern era. Kouga was a proud man, she knew that much and she highly doubted that was something that had changed, despite the centuries that went by. He had to bury a part of himself to make it into the new world. Although, she was happy to know he had stuck to his peacefulness.

He shrugged. “It wouldn’t have done anything.”

Ginta was about to add that Kouga had lost a bit of his pep when he thought Kagome was dead but one stern look from his alpha was enough for him to know it was best to keep his mouth shut. It was hard to ignore the fire that had sparked back in Kouga’s aura. Ginta and Hakkaku could hardly put together what had happened when Kouga had come back naked in human form. He had been smiling and couldn’t string two words together. When they saw Kagome in the flesh, they understood. They didn’t know how it was possible but - they couldn’t be happier.

“I’m sorry it’s been so hard… I - if I had known I woulda come find you guys.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?”

He shrugged. “I know I had a tendency to annoy you a little back then. I was a pretty stubborn cub.”

She was hopeless to stop the laughter that bubbled out of her. “That’s one way to put it.” She hide her mouth with her hand as her laughter kept erupting. “But, we were friends… we are friends. I’m happy to know you’re all okay. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you guys. Any of you.”

There it was. He knew it. He knew it the second they met up. She wanted to know about everyone else - she wanted to know about Inuyasha. He couldn’t blame her; she loved him and this was quite recent for her. She hadn’t had enough time to get over it. And honestly, he wanted her to know; she deserved to know after everything she had been through in the past. He thought it had been hard to have her gone with no answers. He couldn’t even imagine how she felt after being ripped away from everyone, unable to reach them again. Plus, for him - it all happened a long time ago, right? It was old news.

“I don’t know what happened to the fox. The monk and the slayer are long gone, long before any of this youkai and human shit went down. I think Inuyasha’s brother…is somewhere out there and - well, I mean,” he popped his lips. “Inuyasha was an hanyou so…” he swallowed hard. Fuck, he didn’t want to say it out loud.

His train of thoughts was interrupted when he felt her warm hand on his arm. She tilted her head sideways, her long locks leaning to the side. “He’s gone,” she finished for him. She managed to smile despite the small ping of pain traveling through her heart. It wasn’t like she expected him to be alive. If Inuyasha was still around, he would have found her, he would have come running the day she got stuck in the modern era. But he didn’t, and that told her all she needed to know. It was many years ago that she stopped watching her window, half expecting him to be waiting for her, his grumpy face on. She wasn’t heartbroken, she was a little sad. Of course. But - she had accepted the loss of her friends a long time ago. “Kouga, I didn’t think he was alive.”

“I know…”

“Was he happy?”

“He seemed happy, but ya know that mutt. Too stubborn to say anything.”

She chuckled. “That sounds like Inuyasha.”

He never left the village; he always hung around that well. Kouga didn’t used to understand but now he did; he had been waiting for Kagome to come back. Obviously, he wasn’t going to share that tidbit with her. He didn’t care how many years went by, Kagome was still the same Kagome and he was sure of it. She would blame herself and she would carry that guilt around with her when it was unnecessary. He wanted to spare her the pain. So, he would leave it at that; after all, he wasn’t lying.

“Good. I’m glad he was happy. And I’m glad you guys are safe.” She dragged out a long breath before staring back into the darkness, her hand lingering on his arm.

He felt a warmth spreading through his arm, reaching all the way to his chest. Time to change the topic. “I have to say though…”

“What?”

“I mean that outfit? A school girl outfit?”

“It was practical!”

“How was running around the feudal era in a skirt practical?”

“I had to go back and forth all the time! What was I supposed to do? Show up at school in a miko outfit? Be Kikyo’s clone?

He shook his head. “That wouldn’t have been you.” He didn’t think he would have spotted her if she had blended in. Granted at first he had only been interested in her jewel shard detecting skills.

“There you go. It was a practical, rational decision.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“I don’t see you coming up with a better argument.”

“Good point.” He laughed. “Please don’t slap me again.”

She shook her head softly, the laughter dying on her lips. She now knew how unconventional it might have looked, but - her argument still stood. It was practical. Plus, she hadn’t wanted to wear the same thing as Kikyo. It had been a sore topic back then.

“So wait, do you guys just camp now?”

“We’re waiting on escapee cubs,” Hakkaku provided. “The little ones, they don’t always understand that they can’t just shift like they want. They run around - and well, some of them went into the woods. If we just go after them, we might end up with naked children in the forest and no one wants to explain that. It’s a little easier to let people think they are wolves around here.”

“And they’re gonna be safe out there, all on their own?”

“They might be cubs, but they are youkais. They’ll be fine, they’re used to this.”

“Wait cubs…”

He stretched out his hands in front of him. “Not mine. I mean, we’re not the pack we used to be, but there are a few of us.”

“We’re not all wolves though.”

“Any dogs?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Fuck no,” he replied without skipping a beat.

“There’s the Kouga I know.”

“Hey, I’m the same guy.”

“I don’t know, you haven’t called me your woman yet. I’m not sure how to deal with this.”

“Hey now, if you want me to make ya my woman for real this time, It’ll be my pleasure.”

His words came so honestly, so rapidly that she found herself blushing. How could he still say things like this with such ease? He reminded her of the same old Kouga who had shouted his love from the top of a mountain. “I’ll pass on being whisk away through the mountains and brought to a den of man eating wolves.”

“It wasn’t all that bad,” he said with a wink. “You got to slap me.”

“You deserved it.”

“Fair enough.”

“You’d like our new pack,” Ginta pitched in. “We got a nice little house off the side of the forest. It lets you kinda change when we went.”

“Yeah, you should totally come and hang out.”

Hang out…”Oh shoot…!” Her eyes widened as she hopped to her feet, panic shining in her blue orbs. “My friends! They must be worried sick about me!” She had been so wrapped up in seeing Kouga and his pack again that she had completely forgotten about them. “I- I have to go back.” She popped her lips. “Although I don’t even know the way back…”

“I’ll escort you back. I can smell your friends all the way here.”

“Are you sure-“

“Come on, I scared ya half to death and stole you away. It’s the least I can do.”

“Wait- sis. We gotta see you again.”

“I don’t have my phone on me.”

“Neither do we…”

“Higurashi shrine!” she blurted out. “It’s my family shrine, it’s where I live. It’s not too far from here. You shouldn’t have any problem finding us. I’m going back home tomorrow afternoon.”

As much as she had made her peace with the past, getting a taste of it had brought it all rushing back and she wasn’t quite ready to let it go. Plus, they were friends right? Would it be so bad if she expanded her circle while hanging out with people who knew… everything about her?

-O-

“Alright, who took the last bagel?”

“It was sis.”

“Definitively sis.”

“I just got here!” Kagome defended as she sat down across from the boys.

“Nice try idiots,” Kouga said as he smacked them both on the back of the head. “The one who finishes them is supposed to get new ones.”

“Nuh uh, you said that was only if sis wanted some.” Ginta turned his head to look at Kagome. “Did ya want one?”

“I’m good,” she said with a laughter.

A few mornings a week, she would drop by and have breakfast with the pack. Sometimes, it was like being thrown back into the feudal era; they did most things together. Their kitchen was adapted to accommodate a much larger table. The pack was smaller than it used to be, but it did have at list a dozen members, excluding the cubs and other babies. She had yet to see most of them turn, and so didn’t know what species everyone was but they did seem to get along. She didn’t want to take up too much room, but she was enjoying being part of a group who knew about her. Sometimes, she caught herself before she overshared with her friends but there was so much she wished she could tell them. Here, they understood.

“Ya hungry?”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid I’ll lose a finger if I try to take something off the table.”

“That’s a fair assumption,” he replied as he plopped down next to her. “The cubs can get really hungry and grumpy.”

“Are you sure they’re not your cubs?” she teased.

“I’m very pleasant.”

“You hit Ginta and Hakkaku because they ate your bagel.”

“I’m their alpha. I have the bagel rights.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” she pointed out.

“You know sis, I really missed ya,” Ginta said as he took another bite of bagel. “No one else puts Kouga back in his place quite like you.”

“A real alpha female,” Hakkaku pitched in with a smile.

Kouga's eyes narrowed and the warning was clear but it did not stop the two betas from giggling. They both knew the words my woman were burning at his lips. But of course, he wouldn’t dare to say it.

-O-

“Who are you texting?”

“Sorry?” Kagome peeled her eyes away from her cellphone long enough to stare at Ayumi.

“You're smiling like an idiot. Are you texting a boy?” They hadn’t seen Kagome show much interest in dating ever since high school ended. Her lack of interest had become so apparent that even Hojo had gotten the message and finally given up on trying to woo Kagome. To see her almost giggling at her phone… it was new.

“Oh no,” she said as she put her phone down on the table. “He’s just a friend.”

“So it’s a he…”

Kagome resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Yes and he is a friend.”

It had taken five hundred years but they had found a balance in their friendship. It wasn’t like she didn’t like past Kouga but he did used to come on a little strong. He had proclaimed his love for her back when they didn’t know the first thing about each other! At least now she felt like she was actually getting to know him, this new and older version of him. Obviously he was the same impulsive hot head stubborn wolf at his core, but he had learned to reign it in.

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

Friends. They were friends.

-O-

“Beer drinking contest?” She cringed. “That’s a little… frat housish isn’t it?”

Kouga offered her a shrug. “Sometimes the boys get bored and their competitive side gets the best of them. They can’t hunt anymore, can’t get that thrill anymore.”

She couldn’t blame them for that; she knew this world, it was her only one… but for them? They basically had to forsaken who they were. They had to hide and live in shame of their true nature. If doing a beer drinking contest made them feel better… who was she to judge? It was actually nice to see the smaller pack all gathered in the backyard, cheering on.

“I didn’t think about how hard this must be for you. For me, when I was in the feudal era, all I could about was a warm bubble bath and a comfortable bed.” The things she had to give up while in the feudal era were nothing compared to what they had lost. Especially since she had often brought a few modern era delicacies with her.

He shrugged as he clapped his hands together, letting them hang between his legs. “It’s not so bad. I mean, we try to find a few places where we can let loose. It’s all about adapting. There was a time we were on top and humans were scrambling. Now its our turn.” He had lived long enough to see the order change, who knew… maybe he would see it happen again.

“Well, I'm glad you didn’t die.”

“I knew ya missed me chasing you around.”

“It wasn’t that bad…” He gave her a side glance that was enough to let her know that he wasn’t buying it. “You did save me more than once. And I mean, it was sweet. Although you could have been a little nicer to Inuyasha.”

“That mutt was trying to cut me down with that sword of his any time he saw me.”

“Inuyasha wasn’t very good at expressing feelings. I think that might have been part of the issue with you two.”

“We did also want the same woman.”

“Right.” She cleared her throat. “So no one? At all?”

“I was waitin' for ya!” He watched her lips part in surprise and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nah, I guess I just never found the one.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You thought I was the one within like 5 minutes of meeting me. I have a hard believing you never met any other women.”

“Well, you’re Kagome. You’re pretty special. It would take an idiot not to see that.”

Badump. It was brief but for a second, her heart raced. What the hell.

-O-

Loud yelps of fear escaped all of their throats the second Kouga yanked the blanket away from them. Kagome, Ginta and Hakkaku had been hiding under it, shielding their poor traumatized eyes from the horror movie still playing on the TV. Their first reflex was to cover their faces with their hands as they remained cuddled up on the couch, ignoring Kouga's presence.

“Why are you dummies watching a horror movie if you’re scared?”

“We didn’t know!”

“Ginta picked it.”

“I thought it was a comedy!” he defended.

“So why didn’t you stop it?”

“We wanted to try to finish it.”

Kouga rolled his eyes before allowing the blanket to fall on the ground. He sighed before gesturing to Ginta to move to the left, away from Kagome. “Scoot over dummy.”

Ginta more than happily obliged, giving Kouga enough space to squeeze between Kagome and himself. “But if we’re watching it, we’re watching. No hiding behind the blanket.”

It didn’t require much: his presence was enough. Kagome hadn’t hone her priestess skills in a long time but even she could easily tell that his aura had grown. What he had been before could be compared to a teenager and now… he was grown up.

“Thanks,” she whispered as she sunk deeper into the couch.

“Anything for my woman,” he teased.

He had let a few tease slip and so far she hadn’t stopped him. He knew better than to be serious, he knew better than to push it and yet, it was raging inside of him. He wanted to go that far, he wanted to see how far he could push it before he got slapped again… but he never got that far.

-O-

“Penny for your thought?”

Kagome jumped, startled, at the sound of his deep voice as it cut through the quietness of the night. “Sorry, I was just getting some fresh air. It gets a little warm in there when everyone is getting riled up.” Anything that involved drinking and games always got the pack's energy up. Obviously, this was a safe space for them which often caused them to act a bit more recklessly. She didn’t mind, but as a human, she was a bit more fragile than they were. Plus, sometimes, she did feel like an intruder. Not that they made her feel that way – on the contrary. She just didn’t always know where she fit in all of it.

“That’s the guys for ya,” he said, his grasp on his glass beer bottle weak making it swing between his legs with each step he took. “Can I sit?” he asked as he gestured to the stairs.

She moved over to the right to give him more space and offered him a smile. “Aren’t they gonna miss you in there?”

“Won’t be around forever. They gotta learn to be without me for a bit.”

“To me, you feel pretty immortal right now.”

“Me? Imagine when I saw you.”

“Maybe I should have pretended to not know you,” she joked.

“I woulda believed it. I mean you? After all this time? Not even in my wildest dreams.”

“I never thought I'd end up here. I mean, we were friends but, we weren’t that close. To think that I traveled all the way back, meet so many people… got stuck back home and then… ran into you in the middle of the woods? What are the odds?”

“Pretty fucking slim,” he replied before taking a sip of his beer. “Shit feels a little too crazy to be real. Sometimes I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you didn’t die 500 years ago.” It was what he had thought for a long time.

“Not dead. And apparently you can’t get rid of you.”

He put his beer down and tilted his head to stare at her. “Trust me, I'd never be trying to get rid of ya. Quite the opposite.”

Badump. Again. He was saying so much and so little at the same time. And she couldn’t find anything to say in return. She didn’t know what she thought. Maybe it was who he was. Maybe he was teasing her. She was almost always here. When she wasn’t they did talk a lot. She didn’t know where the line was or even where she wanted it to be. She did know it was nice to be herself, it was nice to be around someone who understand and… and she was comfortable. He was sitting next to her, his leg hovering so close to hers, they were almost touching but not quite. She wasn’t him, she wasn’t bold. She didn’t know what she wanted. But this… this was nice.

This sometimes made her heart skip a beat.

“Good,” she said, staring away from him, breaking the eye contact. Her cheeks burned in the coldness of the night as she sunk her teeth in her bottom lip.

He managed to restrain himself from smiling, his lips quivering with the need to express his joy at the small statement. It was not a slap and it was not a no. Maybe there was a hope. They had hugged naked. Well… he had been naked anyways. That was progress.

“Good.”

~The end~

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A prompt where Tails asks Sonic and Amy to try Kamen Rider Gear (Look for Drivers and Weapons on the KR Wiki, then choose your favourites.)? Oh, and Tails built the Drivers and Weapons, FTM (for that matter).

So, I promised to do this, and after researching and figuring out a ton of stuff, I’m gonna do my own “Tokusatsu Sentai” Transformation! version of this INSPIRED off of Kamen Rider -takes a deep breath- Thank you to ‘Toys that made us’ for your Power Rangers and Transformers episodes or I think I would be totally and completely lost XD

In the future, I may not accept prompts about things I’m completely unfamiliar with. But I promised! And a promise is a BOUND OATH BY GOLLY.

So to @inteln, for that promise I made to you on Discord so long ago, please know…

I’ve been keeping our DA messages and this ask in here for some time, I never forgot, and I will NEVER go back on a promise!!!

Prompt:

“Oh no!” Sonic and the gang–Tails, Knuckles, and Amy– come upon a large, bulky robot as it begins to slide its arms around and crash through buildings, splitting them horizontally with amazing size and power as explosions go off behind it.

“We have to do something,” Tails pulls out his Henkan Belt, “Sonic!” he tosses it to Sonic, who straps it around.

Lights spin as Sonic does a pose, “Henshin!” he jumps into a homing attack, charging into the robot as he’s now wearing a strange new attire.

When he uncurls, he lands on the giant robot’s arm, looking up with one hand to the shoulder for balance and the other flared up. “It’s time to end this!”

“Hahaha!” Speaking fast, Eggman, in an even weirder costume, begins to walk forward with a strange object in his hand. “Now it is my turn-let’s see Sonic take this on for size-check it out!-hahaha!”

There’s a staff with a large ball on it, as Eggman points to a robot, it suddenly grows to a massive size.

“Oh no! We need to help him!” Knuckles calls out, pounding his fist into one another.

“Right, we can’t just stand around here and let Sonic have all the fun. He needs help!” Tails throws a gadget her way. With a few straps of the belt, she places something like a ‘lock’ inside and cries out, “Lock on!”

A hammer appears, “Donkachi!” She swings it around and heads for the robots feet. “Hiyah!”

It stumbles, but the other robot intercedes and fires a lazer at her.

“Look out!” Tails cries out, immediately pulling out a device himself. He leaps up and spins the device’s side, BANG BANG SIMULATIONS. I’M READY FOR BATTLESHIP! a device that looks familiar to a flying robot seems to appear through a portal that accompanies Tails. “Henshin.” He places the device into his own belt, slinging it like a gun. DUEL CLICK AND LOAD. Tails rips the belt’s buckle as the voice continues: CLICK AND OPEN! DUEL UP! SCRAMBLE OUT! SALLY FORTH! BANG BANG SIMULATIONS GO!

Cards appear around Tails and he seems to collect one. The robot turns upside down and attaches to him mid-air. There are sparks of electricity, as he grabs Amy, pulling her out of the blast zone. Three blonde bangs now metallic move over his face as he turns to the other giant robot, “Not my friends you don’t! Snipe level 50!”

Jets blast from behind him and he shoots up, little robots coming out from behind him to begin attacking the larger robot.

Amy nods too, “I’m no damsel in distress, let me have a go again!”

“Tails! Bring Amy up to me!” Sonic calls out as Tails uses his twin jets like his tails, blasting Amy up and dropping her by Sonic as they both hold out their hands.

Knuckles smirks, “A big guy like this deserves a big fall!” Summoning what looks to other machines that match our heroes, suddenly teaming up to form the Blue Typhoon, before that itself begins to transform into a giant fighting robot! The four jump into different sections of it and form one super robot, as explosions blast and their colorful costumes begin to light up with their respect part they’re controlling.

“Time to end this!” They cheer.

Knuckles helms the fist, “Take this!!!” smacking into the first robot that falters through a ton of buildings and falls on its back, like a turtle unable to get up off its back.

“Useless! The whole lot of you!” Eggman begins firing the scepter at different robots, “Crush them! Crush them all!”

“Together!” Sonic riles up the team and they form a unity, all moving in the same gestures as him. “Super Sonic Speed!”

The Blue Typhoon Hero suddenly reveals the Master Emerald by lifting a piece of metal from its core, the mechanical beast begins to change into a golden color and its look resembles that of Sonic’s Black Knight–King Author’s–transformation.

He draws a sword and a huge blast fires at the remaining robots, before he swoops in and begins flying, cutting them all down for size, then the team looks over to Eggman.

“Not yet! Not yeeeetttt!!!” Eggman shoots the scepter at himself, growing huge and stomping on cars below him. “HAHAH! They say, if you can’t have them succeed, do it yourself!”

Knuckles once again begins pulling out some things, “Let’s do it! The Master Emerald will survive.”

“You don’t mean…” Tails looked down at Knuckles, in shock that he would allow the Blue Typhoon Hero to use all of its power.

Knuckles looked back at Tails, giving him a thumbs up. “I trust you. Sorry I didn’t before…”

Amy smiles, “I’m proud of you, Knuckles. You finally trust us with the true power of the Master Emerald.”

Sonic, excited, turns to Eggman, “Alright! Super Blue Typhoon Hero’s about to teach you some manners, Egg’face!”

“Let’s see it try!” Eggman swings his foot towards the hero’s robot, who grabs it immediately, locking him into place as the Master Emerald begins to glow a brilliant green. It continues to grow in immensity, even overwhelming Eggman.

“What? No!!!” Eggman’s scepter is destroyed as Sonic plunges the sword into the ball, cracking it. “My Maximum Opal!” A powerful gem he had found along with the Phantom Ruby proved too great for his ambitions.

“Now, team!”

The robot once again began to transform, a pure form, unlike anything the team had been apart of before.

“NOOO!!!” Eggman wobbled as he was still stuck before finally breaking free, trying to move back and away from the Super Blue Typhoon Hero as it bore its chest and a canon appeared from it, firing an immense blast into Eggman, forcing the power of the Maximum Opal out of him.

“We did it!” they cheered, the robot splitting back into the four sections that created it: A car, a boat, a helicopter, and a digger.

The team struck a pose and different colored explosions blasted out behind him in puffs of smoke and sparks of pyrotechnics.

Eggman coughed on the ground, but Knuckles picked him up, pushing him to the police. “Lock him up and throw away that key, officers!”

“Alright!” Tails and Sonic high-fived.

Amy swayed a little, happy too as she rose a fist high, “What’d I tell ya? Nothing can hold us back as long as we’re a team!”

“But… Knuckles, why didn’t you transform?” Sonic turned to Knuckles.

“And look like a bug-eyed alien? No thanks.” he laughed, shaking his head and then hopping onto a Motorcycle he summoned through his own belt. “I’ll leave all that to you three.” he beamed, riding off into the sunset.

“So mysterious… he’s never with us for long.” Amy stated, but Sonic just looped an arm around her shoulders, being carefree.

“Maybe that’s just his way, Amy. Come on, gang! Ramen’s on me!”

Tails cheered as Amy nodded and smiled up to him. They all walked on… as a black, fully transformed hedgehog made his way out of the corner of the building…

“Just you wait… Sonic the Hedgehog… Your ultimate enemy… has yet to reveal itself…” Shadow snickered, before flipping his cape and walking back into the darkness of the now ruined streets…

(I tried my best T-T I looked up stuff, and I tried to combine all sorts of tropes from this genre. I hope you liked it XD)

#sonic au #sonic prompt #kamen rider/sonic #kamen rider prompt #inteln

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ceffythesquirrel · 5 years

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Post Apocalyptic Sander's Sides AU

Hello! This is inspired off of @sidespart amazing art of Logan and Robot!Roman. Check notes for navigation (Poor princey.) I'm sure @sidespart had a completely different idea when they were creating that art piece, so this is just my take. If they ever do anything more with that universe, just know that this is completely separate and...yeah. XD

Warnings: Lots of death mention (nothing graphic), minor character death, explosions, terrorist attacks, let me know if theres anything else!

Roman - Backstory

M29-Ro-man was created a couple years before the apocalypse by a robotics genius. The dude just took a bunch of parts from the scrap yard, cleaned them up, put him together, and programmed him to be Roman.

He was just sitting in his garage lifeless for the longest time because he was one of the few robots with emotions that existed and the creator didn't really want him stolen or known about yet. Also he was solar powered and any contact with the sun would bring him to life.

Decided to give him as a gift to a friend/Broadway star who needed a personal companion to rehearse lines with on a daily basis. Thus the robotics genius programmed Roman with everything a robot should probably not be programmed with. He had emotions, the ability to learn and gather information, and the ability to adapt through different situations and circumstances.

When the Broadway star received Roman he acted like a human with a metallic body and an off switch. He couldnt physically feel since he had no skin. The creator also mentioned to the Broadway star that he was a little too boisterous and wasnt sure how to fix it, but once meeting Roman, he didnt mind at all.

Roman instantly took to the theatre atmosphere. He was told what to do, how to help his human companion, and practice with him.

When Roman was not on duty, he was constantly watching Broadway show after Broadway show, acting them out on his own. He would always study the one his human was performing in to the T so he could help him get his lines accurate.

So they were both pretty good friends. Roman had never experienced that robots under humans rascism until way later. He experienced it when he got fitted for a prince outfit, because the Broadway star thought he'd like it, (which Roman very much did.)

Roman can also sword fight he found out. Not because he taught himself, but part of a fencing bot's mainframe was welded inside of him.

Roman believes all other robots are stupid after seeing none that act like him. He knew he was special and had a tendency to act like it.

It all changed when the first terrorist attack of WWIII happened. Of course it happened at Broadway. There was a bombing causing most of the building to collapse.

Lots of people died including his human Broadway star friend. But, Roman would never know what had happened to him. When the bomb exploded, the roof of the room he was in collapsed and debris switched Roman off rendering him useless for a couple of hours.

This is where he meets Logan.

Logan - Backstory

He was an average kid with an average family. He had no siblings and was often left to his own devices. Its not that he didn't try to make friends, its just he wasn't that good with social cues. Some say he may have been autistic, but no one knows for certain.

He has always loved robots growing up, and wanted to be someone who worked with robots. Unfortunately, the robot industry was already deep into the golden age and it was a very competitive field.

Giving up on that dream, he went with chemical engineering instead. He still had a heart for robots though, and would always watch them work whenever he could.

He was under the belief that robots should stay machines and not advance into anything else. So when he saw the world's first emotion robot he voted and protested against it with every fibre of his being.

He read the book "I am, Robot" (book about Robots taking over the world) so it makes sense why he didn't like the idea.

He graduated as valedictorian of his class and went on to become a theoretical chemist. Not what he had planned to do, but it was interesting nevertheless.

He was in a research group of 11 other scientists who were working to develop the world's first force field. It was when they succeeded that it all went to hell.

They were presenting their work at the world fair in New York when the bombing on broadway happened. It was utter chaos as other attacks ripped through the city and people ran for their lives.

Logan acted on impulse rushing people to safety while staying a safe distance with his colleagues, until an explosion split them apart.

Because one of the scientists had a feeling this was going to happen she made the other 11 make a plan b so their work wouldn't be stolen. Of the twelve, six split up the force field plans.

Logan was one of those six and was running with the three hard drives that contained all the equations for it. In his lab coat mind you, that he forgot would make him a target. So he was running from chopper fire and was able to hide behind a building and dive under rubble.

He had no idea where anyone was or if anyone was still alive since it seemed WI-Fi and internet was down all across the world. Even television was having problems.

He was shaking with fear as chaos continued to reign outside so he went further deep into the rubble to seek some sort of shelter if he could and wait out the storm.

He took a wrong step and fell a story into the exact room Roman was in.

He saw the unique looking robot, covered in debris and was more scared of it than anything. Maybe it was another trap or a bomb, but after it didnt move for awhile Logan's curiousity got the better of him and moved it out from under the pile and get a better look at it.

It was dressed like a prince, and had a sword. Some robot.

When Logan switched it on his life changed.

Hardship to Friendship

Basically the exchange went like this: Roman sprung to action with his sword. Logan shrieked and fell over from surprise. He was already scared of what was going on outside and this did not help. Roman called out Logan on his nerdy appearance and his so-called want to steal an amazing robot like him. "Over my dead body Isaac Snoopin'!" And Logan is just too terrified for any of this so he just faints.

Roman is more confused than anything, but the impact of a bomb over head tells him something is definitely wrong. His eyes widen as he remembers his human friend and is about to go find him, when the conscious he had developed told him he shouldn't leave the scientist behind no matter how much he wanted to. Especially if he was an enemy, and in sword fighting you never take your eyes off your enemy.

So he picked up Logan like a rag doll and began searching through the ruined structure for the stage.

It was a tragic scene when he got there however. No one was alive and he couldn't tell anyone apart it was that bad. Another bomb could be heard hitting the ground nearby. Roman had never felt this amount of sorrow before so he just kind of sat on the ground rocking with his knees to his chest with sadness not exactly sure how to process the emotion, since he couldn't cry.

Logan came around about an hour later and Roman was still repeatedly doing the same movements. When the prince-robot saw Logan begin to wake up he drew his sword at him.

"YOU DID THIS!" "Wh-what?! Me!?"

"Who else could have accomplished this feat but a scientist?! You murderer!" Logan began trying to explain that he's just one person and could never pull off something this massive.

As they argued, the ceiling of the room they were in began to collapse and they dove for cover in the nick of time.

Just cue the whole scene where they are running together for their lives through the crumbling hallways somewhat screaming, somewhat Roman yelling at Logan, and somewhat Logan getting frustrated at this almost human who is blaming him for the ruining of his theatre and death of his beloved friend. Logan was in the same predicament since he didnt know if anyone he knew was alive.

Logan does take it too far when he says "This is why your kind should never have emotions!"

Roman had a temper so he wasn't thinking when he took his sword and swiped it across Logan's face. Cue Roman realizing he is capable of hurting others and shrinking back. This is not the robot he wanted to be.

"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." Logan was more suprised that the sword had only nicked him in the cheek and not got him in the throat or anything.

The place they are in begins to collapse right after that too and Logan shoves Roman out of the way with a "You're forgiven!" when the floor begins to crumble underneath them.

The rest of it is just them talking/ introducing themselves with just a little more civility and trying to find a way out of the building. They finally do, but it caves in. Roman helps push with Logan and finds out he is soooooo much stronger than a regular human. He clears the way so easily that Logan's actually jealous of the robot.

So now they are running through the city above ground away from the commotion and start their journey as fugitives in an apocalyptic world. Logan doesn't know why Roman is sticking with him and frankly Roman doesn't either, but the robot has no other place to go. Also Logan is a scientist and Roman is still suspicious that he wants to take him apart and study him. Which isn't completely wrong but Logan is more preoccupied with running for his life right now.

They first run to Logan's apartment a couple blocks down while the chaos is still happening around them. He grabs items from his house like he's evacuating and changes from his lab coat into more casual clothes, still keeping the hard drives with him.

Logan and Roman barely escape from the place before a bomb destroys the complex behind them. Logan gets tired quickly as they run through the traffic, since he didnt really work out. So Roman just picks him and his bags up with ease and sprints off with the speed of two cheetahs combined.

That was the story of how the two unlikely friends met. Logan eventually tries to contact his other colleagues only to find out that only three of them were left, not including himself. Each of them held a piece to the force field, but the blueprints of the actual structure were lost somewhere. Roman and Logan had parted ways for a little while so Logan could go meet up with the other scientists, but found out it was a trap just to get the three hard drives he had. His other colleagues were dead when he got there.

Roman had went to find his orginal creator, but there was no sign of him anywhere. So he returned to Logan and busted him out of the trap and they went on the run again.

From there on, the duo became inseparable even if they did seem like they were at odds half the time. They were soon joined by others who found sanctity and friendship within their tribe of misfits.

Emile Picani: The Ex Vice President of the fallen United States that everyone loved more than the actual president. He had signed a secret deal with the illuminati but when New York got attacked he said "Screw it" and ran.

Virgil: A 21-year-old boy with unexplainable psychic powers the government had locked up for experimentation. He's a techie and is good at technology and hacking stuff.

Patton: An alien disguised as a human who might have accidently contributed to Virgil's psychic powers. He loves everything about Earth, except the violence and bad stuff.

Remy: A defective clone who knew he was more than just a science experiment.

Nathaniel: An ex-security officer who just wants to survive the apocalypse and the people he's with sure seem to know what they are doing.

Thomas: An old friend of Logan's with the safe house they all camp out at sometimes. He is the one with all the money and supplies they need to stock up on.

There is so much more I could do for this AU. If you want me to do Patton and Virgil's meeting or backstories let me know. I'm sorry this got so long. I just love this AU now. Again credit to the artist who made that amazing piece sidespart and hope you all enjoy!

#logan sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #platonic logince #thatsthat24 #long post #tw death #tw lots of death #terrorist attacks #explosions #no deceit #for right now at least #we shall see

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anthonybrxdgerton · 5 years

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A Discovery of Witches reread

Last week I re-read A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness and it took me a long time to do it; I had to pause every few pages (sometimes paragraphs) because of the choices characters made I didn’t agree with. I will be doing my reactions about episodes as well (as soon as I re-watch them) and comparing the show to the first book.

My reactions, notes and everything under the cut. There are some trivia I forgot about, some minor changes book vs tv show, some stuff referencing the next books and what not.

BEWARE OF SPOILERS FOR THE BOOKS. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE BOOKS, DON’T READ THIS POST. Enjoy!

[ a discovery of witches | shadow of night | the book of life | time’s convert ]

the book takes place in 2009 in the span of 40 days

miriam and marcus have very different taste in music (The whole area seemed unoccupied, although from somewhere there came faint strains of a Bach cello concerto and something that sounded an awful lot like the latest hit recorded by the Eurovision song-contest winners);

marcus wears converse and he's BLOND (so are nathaniel and satu);

the killings that occurred at the time (a.k.a jack’s doing) were the reason matthew thought that vampires are going extinct and are not able to sire anyone else;

Patience, alas, was not the strong suit of Bishop women - you can clearly see that in the books as well as in the show;

sarah and rebecca's mother's name is joanna (which only matters to me because it’s my name too);

matthew came to oxford at 1989 (when he met hamish);

matthew was 37 eyars old when we was re-born as a vampire and baldwin was in his late twenties or early thirties. marcus was in his late twenties and diana is 33.

marcus is into red-heads (but phoebe is not a red-head, which will be notet later by baldwin or matthew (i don’t remember which)) ;

"I asked if you were hungry.” Why he continued to do so was a mystery—when was I not hungry? #relatable, I’m Diana here;

“I love your hair,” he murmured. “It has every color imaginable—even strands of red and black.” which will be important later on when diana’s hair change

matthew knows how to knock the cork off with a sword (and now i feel robbed that we didn't see it)

both matthew and hamish won all souls prize fellowship

"What’s your name?” I asked, smothering a smile. “Timothy,” he answered, rocking back on his heels. He was wearing mismatched cowboy boots, one red and one black. His eyes were mismatched, too—one was blue and one was green. “You’re more than welcome to check your e-mail, Timothy.” “You’re the one.” He tipped his fingers at me, pivoted on the heel of the red boot, and walked away. - i just love Timothy, okay? He’s a sweetheart PLUS he is somewhat important in The Book of Life

ashmole 782 has been missing since 1859 but gerbert had it a thousand years ago and “it is a strange book, is it not, Diana? A thousand years ago I took it from a great wizard from Toledo. When I brought it to France, it was already bound by layers of enchantment."

diana's fingers were already colorful (mostly blue) especially when she was angry/stressed

Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. - matthew could feel the chain if diana wanted him too. I think she weaved it subconsciously without realizing she’s using her weaver’s powers at the time

Matthew also knew his faults, anger chief among them. Typically, Matthew’s rage was so destructive that once the poison was out of his system, he disappeared for months or even years to come to terms with what he'd done - first reference to the blood rage

matthew used to be friends with marquis de lafayette

when marcus was dying and matthew told him about vampires, marcus thought he was tormented by a demon

“Holy God,” Marcus said softly. Staring at the picture, he tried to imagine what it would be like to receive a photo of his own father ripped to pieces and tossed into the dirt to die. - a.k.a. WAIT TILL SHADOW OF NIGHT AND NOW I'M CRYING I JUST LOVE MATTHEW AND MARCUS’ RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH OKAY

Matthew wore his pilgrim’s badge only when he was afraid he was going to kill someone or when he was thinking of Eleanor St. Leger—or both. - i wish they kept it in the show too especially since it created the tree of life in bishop’s house

My aunt was good with spells. Emily wasn’t but could fly for short distances and see the future.

Matthew’s books were arranged not by size but in a running time line. Those on the first bookshelf were so ancient that I couldn’t bear to think about what they contained—the lost works of Aristotle, perhaps? Anything was possible. - headcanon that he has books from a Library of Alexandria (maybe he got them from Philippe or Hugh or Godfrey?)

“It was spring, you were bored, and so you got up one morning and went to Italy to make war. Your father had to beg forgiveness from the king on his knees”. now I NEED TO KNOW WHAT MATTHEW HAS DONE

“Perhaps, but one thing hasn’t changed in all these years. Whenever there’s a crisis, there’s a de Clermont nearby.” - it should be their motto, really

diana has visions too - i know it's obvious but i completely forgot about it since the show didn’t include it at all except for episode 7 when everybody saw the past

Matthew was unusually tall for the time, though not as tall as he became once he was a vampire - being reborn as a vampire not only makes you stronger but bigger and taller too.

His mother strode forward and slapped him, hard, across the face. “How dare you ask that question?” i need to see it, WHY DIDN’T YOU INCLUDE THIS, SHOW?

marcus is "good at wheedling information out of people."

“And you are going to give me gray hairs—long thought impossible among vampires, by the way—with your courage, your firecracker hands, and the impossible things you say.” - i just like it and i wonder if deb already knew that diana would do that for him in the book of life?

Baldwin had him by the throat before the words were out of his mouth. Their heads close together, one dark and one bright, they rocketed to the far end of the hall. Matthew’s body smashed into a wooden door, splintering it with the impact. - friendly reminder that Baldwin is a much better fighter than Matthew and the show SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF MAKING HIM WEAKER

Vampires didn’t usually get all of their names (5) when they were reborn but over the years.

One reason the de Clermont family was so long-lived was that each member had different skills in a crisis. Philippe had always been the leader of men, a charismatic figure who could convince vampires and humans and sometimes even daemons to fight for a common cause. Their brother Hugh had been the negotiator, bringing warring sides to the bargaining table and resolving even the fiercest of conflicts. Godfrey, the youngest of Philippe’s three sons, had been their conscience, teasing out the ethical implications of every decision. To Baldwin fell the battle strategies, his sharp mind quick to analyze every plan for flaws and weaknesses. Louisa had been useful as bait or as a spy, depending on the situation. Matthew, improbably enough, had been the family’s fiercest warrior. His early adventures with the sword had made his father wild with their lack of discipline, but he’d changed. Now whenever Matthew held a weapon in his hand, something in him went cold and he fought his way through obstacles with a tenacity that made him unbeatable. Then there was Ysabeau. Everyone underestimated her except for Philippe, who had called her either “the general” or “my secret weapon.” She missed nothing and had a longer memory than Mnemosyne. - i really like it and i wish it was in the show too. That being said I really am interested what are the talents/skills of Verin, Stasia and Freya.

A helicopter,” Baldwin said. “It was waiting in Clermont-Ferrand to take me back to Lyon. - does Baldwin have a house there?

”Fancy seeing you here, Miss Bishop”. It was what he always said when I sneaked into his study at home or crept downstairs late at night for one more bedtime story. FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT STEPHEN TOLD HER THE SAME THING IN LONDON TOO

Let me know if you need anything, Ysabeau.” Baldwin brushed her cheeks with his lips. - WERE THEY ENEMIES? FRENEMIES?? I THOUGH THAT HATED EACH OTHER WHAT IS GOING ON I NEED ANSWERS ESPECIALLY THAT YSABEAU SAID SHE HATES HIM IN BOL AND THAT HE TRIED TO BANISH HER FROM JERUSALEM ONCE

Marcus was Matthew’s son. He was my son. / When the door swung open, Marcus’s blue eyes met mine with a twinkle. “Hi, Mom, we’re home!” I JUST LOVE IT, OKAY, WE NEED MORE OF THEM IN THE SHOW

Marcus prefers whiskey even though all of his family loves wine

One morning Marcus turned on his heel and stormed back to the house, leaving his father alone in the old apple orchard. “Diana,” he growled in greeting before streaking through the family room and straight out the front door. “I’m too damn young for this!” he shouted as he left. - I LOVE YOU MY BABY DRAMA QUEEN

Gerbert had always wanted to be included among the Knights of Lazarus, and my father refused him time and time again. - which is why he sent Juliette to spy on Matthew and it gives interesting layer that he told about The Knights in the show. He’s so bitter loool

Stephen Proctor could timewalk into the past OR into the future hence why we saw him in the 1x01 - he wasn’t just a hallucination, he probably timewalked into the future to make sure Ashmole 782 is safe

also, at the end of the book, right before they timewalked, Matthew noticed that there are some annotations in his “Doctor Faustus” copy he made that he didn’t remember putting them there. - is this a sign that 16th century Matthew somehow subconsciously remembered Diana or his fight with Kit or something? I wish that was explained too because that’s interesting.

this is so long I’M SORRY. Overall, I had very hard time re-reading this book especially when Matthew was so possessive and controlling. I wanted to punch him every time he said or did something. Show!Matthew is definitely more bearable and les creepy. Also, I love the familiar/platonic relationships between Marcus & Matthew, Marcus & Diana, Marcus & Miriam, Miriam & Diana, Sophie & Diana, Sarah & Marcus and more. Too bad the show didn’t care about those relationships too much. As for the romantic relationships, I wish I knew more about Miriam & Bertrand, Philippe & Ysabeau, Sophie & Nathaniel too.

#a discovery of witches #all souls #diana bishop

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commander-yinello · 5 years

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Bearing the Seal of Doubt - a WoW Story

Proud to present my entry about anxiety and imposter syndrome for @puzzleboxzine! I’m very honored to have been part of this project and to see so many amazing fictions and art. Please grab a copy of the zine here and help support a charity contributing to suicide prevention and mental health awareness!

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You have merely fooled them into thinking you’re clever, and now they are on to you.

The thought repeated in her head no matter how much she tried to quiet her mind. No time for this, she chastised herself and used the anger to conjure up new sparks in the center of her palm. The sparks converged and ignited, and flames travelled to her fingertips, setting the sky ablaze where she moved her hand.

The specters nearby trembled at the sight, letting out their anguished wail before dissipating into sparkling dust. She wished she had the time to collect samples, but it was bad enough she couldn’t keep her focus. They’d be back in no time, she knew, concentrate.

“By the light, they are everywhere!” came the panicked voice in the caravan from behind. She turned around to the wagon pulled by the calmest horse in the Eastern Kingdoms and handled by the most skittish trader. If the poor man trembled any more, he would lose the few remaining hairs on his head.

“Calm yer britches, it be lot less than usual,” Maia replied, patting the stout mare’s neck. The stout, well-armored Dwarf hadn’t even unsheathed her sword. “We got it well under control.”

The man on the caravan didn’t seem convinced, holding the bridle tighter, making Maia chuckle. How Pavlyna envied her friend, never racked with doubts that plagued her this very moment.

“They are appearing more and more in clusters. What is our plan of action?” Norwood asked to her side, the end of his cotton robes already smudged by the mud of the roads. The Gnome didn’t seem to care.

She looked ahead. The cold, gray mountain paths and dead forests of Deadwind Pass showed no trace of her guild leader or any of the scouts they sent ahead. Normally she wouldn’t think twice on what to say, but thanks to Zilas, she desired the approval of their superior.

Damn it Zilas, was it your intention to throw me off-guard just before our day of escort? She wiped strands of black hair away from her face before giving the order to her friend. “Just as we expected. Keep using fire as long as the rain stays away. Remember, these spirits feel no pain but maintain their memories - they will fear getting scorched and return to the nether to avoid it.”

Even as Norwood nodded in agreement and ran off to inform the others, Pavlyna heard the Night Elf challenge her again. “What is the point of a basic thing like fire? I’ve seen mages unleash storms straight from the nether and rip apart time, isn’t such power more effective against these trapped human ancestors?”

A bout of anger flared up within and caused her next flame to lash out much brighter. The few blue spirits vanished at once, but her hand still glowed from the afterburn. If she wasn’t more careful, she would get a stern lecture from their priest.

But she couldn’t help be angry. Had she not dedicated days, weeks, to research the enemies they could encounter in Deadwind Pass? Had she not consulted the more experienced mages in Stormwind on the best tactics? Had their leader not entrusted her to lead the other mages with the escort because of her proposed tactics? Fire was basic, yes. But it works. Fire was taught to the most novice of mages, so everyone in her guild would have mastered this skill. They didn’t need to kill these ghosts, they just had to keep them at bay long enough.

Yet it was a rogue who questioned her plans. Worse, their leader didn’t support her. “We’ll stick to what we know for now and discuss it after,” the former paladin said, dismissing them both back in the inn in Elwynn. It had been enough to keep her up all night, formulating everything she should have said and didn’t.

Anger turned to fear. Was she too proud to admit that maybe she hadn’t done her job right? Too arrogant to see that perhaps she shouldn’t oversee their mage squadron? Was Zilas the first to notice? How long until they stop trusting you? that damnable shadow of herself asked with a voice exactly like hers. She didn’t need to face the Lich King to know her biggest enemy was her mind. Not placed there by corruption or treachery, but by her own doubt.

So consumed in thought, she barely noticed her flames diminishing with every burst, and the specters took eager advantage, closing in on her location. Suddenly she heard Maia yelling.

“Pav! I’m going tae lure them all towards me!” The Dwarf wasted no time unsheathing her swords and ran past her to the cluster of spirits. She swung her blades around and hit naught but air, attracting their attention.

“Wh- Wait, Maia!!” Pavlyna warned, but their foes descended upon their friend, eager to enact the vengeance they never got in their lives.

Feeling heat surge in her body, passing through muscle and across skin, she collected all the energy she could. Within seconds, unstable orbs of flame formed and quivered in her hands. In a rapid motion she threw her hands down to push the fire into the ground, forcing them to travel through the earth. Elemental tongues whispered to her as the flames blazed a path around the dwarf. Even as the heat became unbearable, she held herself down while pillars of fire burst out of the ground, surrounding Maia. The specters forgot all about their revenge and left the mortal world again.

Once the last specter left, Pavlyna stopped channeling and the fire vanished in an instant. She panted, small blisters forming on her palms, yet there was no pain. Yet. The rush she felt, as if she had become one with flame, it was addictive and dangerous, it wouldn’t last.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a purple Elf appeared. The only sign that he was spooked were the large glowing eyes visible underneath a bandit’s mask. “What was that for?! You could have burned me!”

“It’s not like we knew were ye were, lightfoot.” Maia rolled her eyes. The ground around her still smoldered and the heavy stench of smoke filled the air. “And ye have tae admit it was pretty handy,” she gestured towards the area around them devoid of any specters, grinning. Pavlyna glared at her reckless friend.

“It was, but still.” Zilas pouted. In the distance a man called his name, and the rogue quickly ran off in a panic. “You both didn’t see me,” he whispered before slipping into the shadows, out of sight once more.

Maia chuckled heartily and shook her head. Now down from her high, Pavlyna realized she could have confronted Zilas right then. The unspoken words rested heavily on the tip of her tongue, and she cursed herself once more.

“Eating yerself up from the inside? It is written all over ye face,” Maia spoke, startling her.

How easy she was to read. Sheepishly, she nodded as the dwarf put her swords away, stepping over the soot-black dirt to get to her side. “It’s what Zilas said at the meeting last night. I can’t help but feel… a failure.”

“Yer nae a failure. Yer plan is working perfectly, no? Also, Zilas is young. He tends tae run his mouth without thinking. I doubt he meant tae hurt ye.”

She blinked for a few moments, touching the now aching blisters in between her fingers and conjuring tiny ice crystals on her fingertips to soothe them. Maia was right. Zilas was very young for a Night Elf, everyone knew. The whole reason he had joined their guild was so he could gain insight on the world outside the tree. She bit her lip. Foolish girl.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have let this get to me so much.”

“Yer joking? I would have punched him right in his jaw if he thought he knew better than me on which end of the sword tae hold!” Maia reacted, swinging upwards in a hostile manner. Then she sighed. “I know ye. It be part of yer brilliance tae questions yerself so much. But I trust ye completely, no matter how much you doubt yerself. And so does our guild master, let’s be real honest here. Cuz if he doesn’t, he’s got a problem with me!”

The compliment flustered her. For the first time in the day, Pavlyna smiled. “Thank you. Your support means a lot to me.”

Maia gently patted her back. “We all got our demons. Let’s talk about this properly at the next inn, aye? And I’ll talk to Zilas about this. I got your back.” The wagon had passed them, and it wouldn’t be long before they would see the path leading into Swamp of Sorrows. Despite the rather woeful name, Pavlyna finally felt more at ease. The thoughts that criticized her were still there, but had become a little quieter.

“And I got yours.”

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