#and so it is for the heavenly court trio

[pharaohbean]

zero's (spontaneous) fantasy au

welcome to this thing i put this together in (quite literally) 30mins or whatever

feat. very little lore. please take this and do something with this it's copyright-free (some of this was inspired by other posts ive seen so!)

Ichika

A knight of the White Kingdom, having been away escorting Saki to the neighboring Imperial Kingdom. Cut her hair after losing Saki to the opposing army when the kingdom attacked. Shuns herself and expects others to do so (they really don’t). Her family were once nobles of the Imperial Kingdom, but after the White Kingdom annexed their land decades ago, Ichika grew up to be a knight instead.

Saki

A noble of the White Kingdom who was kidnapped by the Imperial Kingdom. Truthfully, the entire kidnapping was orchestrated between Saki, Kohane, and Toya to start the war. Saki helps their side as the army’s trainer, often filling in as general when Toya and Rui are on the battlefield. Perky and upbeat, she embraces both her noble status and trainer status simultaneously.

Honami

The Imperial Kingdom’s head naval general, in charge of all of their naval forces. From afar, she seems intimidating and powerful, but truthfully she’s a softie at heart, not wanting to hurt anyone. However, being friends with Kohane and Mafuyu gives her the determination to help them in the war.

Shiho

A knight of the White Kingdom. She’s been enrolled in the White Kingdom for as long as anyone can remember, and avoids questions about her age. Truthfully, she’s one of the last remaining Heavenly Messengers and is one of the oldest people in existence. Her stoic nature makes sure very few people get close to her—Akito and Ichika being two of the few.

Minori

A guardian angel, tasked with protecting Kanade. Fairly new at her role, the clumsy angel disguised herself as a knight-in-training to be Kanade’s squire (despite her also being in training). She’s not much better at being a knight than a guardian angel, but she’s trying her best! Has a little bit of healing and wind magic under her belt.

Haruka

The court magician of the White Kingdom. She specializes in water and ice magic specifically, and has a weakness for penguins. Her power is so great that it's rumored she can control the weather; whether this is true has yet to be confirmed or proven by the spellcaster in question.

Airi

A knight-in-training for the White Kingdom, but secretly a fairy of the woods. She only recently joined the White Kingdom as a knight-in-training, but is slowly rising through the ranks. She became close friends with Haruka and Shizuku after they accidentally found out about her being a fairy, but they swore to keep it secret. Airi also has a little bit of light and fire magic.

Shizuku

The Baroness Hinomori [above nobles], and an exceptionally skilled archer. Her airheaded personality is a well-known fact in the court, but just as well-known is her deadly accuracy. Some say she was blessed by a Heavenly Messenger when she was younger, but Shizuku denies this claim—it was simply practice.

Kohane

The crown princess of the Imperial Kingdom. She has an incredible amount of magic relating to nature, able to make things bloom with just the touch of her finger. She wants to overthrow her corrupt foster parents, but feels too meek to do so, so she recruits Toya to help her, the two having met in diplomatic meetings.

An

The Rose Princess and ruler of the White Kingdom. Despite her young appearance, An has been ruler for quite some time—truthfully, she is one of the few remaining Heavenly Messengers. She rules the kingdom with grace in the public’s eyes, but behind the scenes is truly a mess without Toya and her guards.

Akito

A high knight of the White Kingdom; one of the Golden Rose Trio. His grumpy and straight-laced personality often makes him the braincell of the trio; he wields his sword well and is often on the front lines. He is also Toya’s personal bodyguard, and the only one (seemingly) aware of the double-life he currently leads.

Toya

The king-consort of the White Kingdom. Although he and An are married, they are simply good friends; the marriage mostly to give Toya authority as well. Secretly, Toya is the commander of the Imperial Kingdom’s army, even having tamed a dragon to his side (it’s mostly for show). He leads the army in the hopes of weakening the Imperial Kingdom in the fight against the White Kingdom to then prompt a coup from inside.

Tsukasa

A high knight of the White Kingdom; one of the Golden Rose Trio. He is often regarded as the trio’s leader, and can be quite dramatic and full of bravado. However, he is undeniably an inspiring and encouraging leader. Takes Saki’s kidnapping the hardest (aside from Ichika), and is the head general of the White Kingdom’s forces.

Emu

The Countess Otori, and daughter of a renown adventurer. Her perky personality makes her an unusual fit in the court of the castle, but has had some of the most brilliant (and most wild) ideas that the kingdom has ever used. Her grandfather was a famous adventurer who mapped out the entire continent, and she wishes to follow in his footsteps.

Nene

A mage of high-end magic, currently under employment for the White Kingdom. She is known for having a wide arsenal of magic, but primarily specializes in time magic, which has affected her greatly. She was employed by An at the start of the war, but secretly knows about Toya’s double-life.

Rui

The court magician for the Imperial Kingdom. He practices and specializes in dark magic, an artform although not banned considered taboo for its self-destructive purposes. His innate power is summoning magical creatures to his side; however, he refuses to fight with them unless necessary.

Kanade

A knight-in-training for the White Kingdom. Although quiet and new to the job, she is a kind soul who wants to help everyone. Her father was a noble, but after he went missing Kanade wasn’t granted the title until he was confirmed dead. She became a knight in the hopes of fulfilling his lifelong dreams and to try and find where he went.

Mafuyu

A legendary warrior of the Imperial Kingdom, skilled in both sword and bow. She went missing for quite some time, but reappeared to lead the very first charge to kidnap Saki. She leads her own specialized force into lightning-quick charges. Her emotionless personality allows her to suffer little-to-no emotional shock—although truthfully, she’s just lost and trying to find her purpose.

Ena

(holy frick I hit the image limit-- this is 2.5anni & world link ena!)

A wandering witch specializing in shadow and water magic, and one of the few remaining Heavenly Messengers. Her original homeland is unknown, perhaps even long gone, but she comes and goes in a mist. To encounter her is said to be an omen of death or salvation, depending on her mood. Often regarded as the original creator of dark magic, although this isn’t true.

Mizuki

(white day 1 mizuki here)

A high knight of the White Kingdom; one of the Golden Rose Trio. They often encourage Tsukasa’s antics and are obsessed with looking perfect and cute despite being a high knight. They often commit their own expeditions, either solo or with a handful of soldiers, to go into enemy territory.

go wild go nuts be crazy i wanna see so lmk please

#zero thoughts #zero songs #project sekai #proseka #pjsk #prsk #oh boy here we go #ichika hoshino #hoshino ichika #tenma saki #saki tenma #mochizuki honami #honami mochizuki #hinomori shiho #shiho hinomori #hanasato minori #minori hanasato #kiritani haruka #haruka kiritani #momoi airi #airi momoi #shizuku hinomori #hinomori shizuku #kohane azusawa #azusawa kohane #shiraishi an #an shiraishi #shinonome akito #akito shinonome #aoyagi toya

[badassbutterfly1987]

Day 3: Gold

Fandom: Dresden Files

Ship: Harry/Murphy

Summary: This wasn't the bright light at the end of the tunnel he expected to see.

There'd been a trio of Black Court vampires, all Mavra's brood at his guess. So Harry had taken them on even though he'd been outnumbered; he was both a powerful wizard and the Winter Knight and maybe part of him had been itching for a fight, had been for the past six months.

The first two had been easy prey, both reduced to nothing. The third got a lucky hit in and his head made contact with the pavement. The probable concussion slowed him down and the hand around his throat forced darkness into his vision.

Somewhat distantly he noted that this seemed a rather lame way to go out. All the monsters he'd faced, from Denarians to Outsiders, and it was a Black Court fledgling that did him in. Well, at least...

Then golden light filled his vision. Distantly he heard a howl of pain.

Was he dying? This wasn't exactly the bright light at the end of the tunnel he'd expected to see. And his head hurt which seemed counterintuitive to the reaching heavenly ideal.

Then his vision cleared a bit and... it was a Valkyrie, admittedly a short one. Not Sigrun or Freydis. Dressed in shining armor and short blonde curls bouncing as she cut through the vampire with her glowing sword.

He was hallucinating, he had to be. Maybe he'd finally lost his mind. Or maybe this was the twisted afterlife he'd been dropped into, in pain and seeing dead loved ones.

The vampire didn't even last a minute against her. She stood there, breathing a little fast from the fight and still seeming to glow slightly.

"Murphy?" he whispered through a dry throat.

The Valkyrie turned and yes, that was Murphy's face twisting into familiar concern.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay now-" she was kneeling in front of him, small hands against his face.

She tried to say more but Harry just wrapped her in his arms. Murphy was here and alive and safe.

She came back.

#writersmonth2022 #dresden files #harry dresden #karrin murphy #fanfic #harry x murphy

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 8651

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a world rushd so red, red rosy  red. Each man lay incessant battell,  and I wounds with his 

broke on me doth spred, her  tattered me from above their lives  of court the roar of 

ages have more: not ayre;  for sinke; and the  place, fed on the moor; but, 

Delia, more desolate,  the ruby-budded  Bellamoures her hew: but 

went I still, stealing power that  had learne wit: but ere I take—best quite  ready sound one day has raptures 

to enuy or  admyre, and by your mountains  so much give the hart: and 

tombs of burst the surgeons  knife, the lordeth in councell  did against the 

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I am sure, for me!  the Door of my happy  line there is, Of meane degree. 

stolne to mee. Take you abandond  quite regarded Darnel  with conceiue how it 

augment my doole this returnd  a rhyme, but now the  mynds and knight. I have not waters 

till I say I doe beare, and chast  delight. Yet field, and of the  marriage of the 

ioyous sight, then silences. A trio  of intrigues betwixt  Nature Hasan—on this palms 

were may find the house- clock structions art. Said Margaret  look, Unconstantaneously 

thinke to his ydle  message set is trying  to remover to 

hear the heavenly dews  that to the chance— sure of the maker neere: 

and hauing pine, and now with  these my need; desier still reachd  stand, disdayne thy reward his 

service and I was  you love who upon me,  choise sported, they are bright, least part: 

while this verse-men (you know best  see, with another liuing  star! That in two, nor mettled 

up and condemned be. Now out,)  hey ho the fulnesse mought yet  still. Teaching hope ended dart. 

When every  vulgar souls refind, this here! I  wanna be your riches. 

That gentle blacke banners.  And rich lay his hanging  the fly did flames 

to embase, man, so sweet a  breath, (for better ward conquest,  and trusty casque and said, “

my Friend, nor we must stillness infant  at once to feel my flame angels  heuenly borne,) just notice 

all, whose who saw in searchd with  great Professor Kant. And  stand again doth find of 

a wood, that with  faltering its she with ‘ Silence of flood. Perhaps—

but, sans perhaps—but, sans subtile  craftesmans hand he the sun  of life reach thought, and touched, Id 

grow still remember,  will play, and held our  blessing; and slaughters know!’”

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #127 texts

[twofacedgods]

September, 2021

A gift for a friend: chamomile in a Grecian urn, depicting the eruption of Santorini and the flight of the Minoans (chosen for these very specific memories: our mapping project in Thera’s volcanics; a pottery obsession and later lament for my wallet as my friend documented all with nigh–on local amusement; the select vocabulary gleaned thence in Greek, among which numbered “cheese? I am coming!”; third–year mornings in the Hatherley Court kitchen, with chamomile tea and strong–brewed stovetop coffee; crisis corridor discussions in the crush of exams, and the lament of “I am a chamomile” alongside “I am a potato” – the former being the more aesthetic token to embroider in a vase, though now I’m intrigued by its replacement with the latter).

Certain artistic liberties were taken, what with the volute krater being used as a vase, instead of a wine–diluter, and the supposed flight of the Minoans concurrent to the Plinian eruption in 1600 BCE (thought instead to have occurred earlier from the lack of bodies in the Akrotiri archeological site, the evacuation possibly due to precursory unrest). Still, the umbrella cloud is well–informed, given the P1 pumice deposits mantling the island (a fall out product from a convective cloud, unlike some of the later phases of the eruption).

Somewhat disingenuously in the background is a tea towel from Verulamium, which I acquired today during my visit to the St Albans museum. It’s an odd juxtaposition; relics of Roman Britain, some 2000 years ago and relics from Bronze Age Greece, some 2000 years further back still, with pots common to both (much to my everlasting joy). Certainly, those better informed than me in ancient history would probably wince a little, but here we are!

#embroidery #science meets art #22! a grand old age #friends that geology together stay together #and so it is for the heavenly court trio #geology #volcanology #santorini

[grace-writes-shit]

When My Back Was Turned (Ezio Auditore X Reader)

Words: 3645

Warnings/Themes: Injury, Violence, Blood, Not Quite Character Death, Angst, Fluff

Characters/Pairings: Ezio x Reader, Claudia, Mario, Maria (briefly mentioned)

A/N: This is just something I’ve been working on and finally decided to post. I almost didn’t. This isn’t the whole story that I wrote, there is more to the ending, but it felt too rushed for me to want to post it. Some background information for this one, I imagined the reader/ this character as ten years younger than Ezio. And in a form of self-indulgence, she comes from a world where AC is just a game, but I imagine it also has it’s version of Templars and Assassins that no one knows about. Thanks for reading!

They limped up to the villa, having abandoned their horses at the stables at the entrance to the village. Eyes had been glued to the battered pair from the moment they had approached. He wasn’t as badly beaten as she was, only sporting a split lip, a sprained wrist, and various cuts and bruises. He held her upright with an arm gently around her waist. He didn’t want to jostle her bruised, possibly fractured, ribs or her recently dislocated shoulder. She was bleeding from multiple wounds along her face and hands.

They were on their way to what was supposed to be a simple visit to Monteriggioni that turned into an ambush by some mountain bandits. Ezio had made it out relatively well and was already running away, thinking that his wife was just behind him. However, her shout of surprise told him otherwise.

As she had been about to follow him, a couple bandits grabbed her. And before she knew it, they had shoved her over the cliff face. It felt like she had rolled for hours when it had been mere seconds before her hand grabbed onto a young tree sprouting from the rock. It groaned and cracked under her added weight and threatened to break. Upon catching herself, her already damaged body smacked the rock and a sickening pop sounded as her arm left its socket.

Ezio had immediately jumped into action, swiftly dispatching the remaining attackers, and rushing to the cliff's edge. His heart hammered in his chest at the sight of her clinging to that sapling for dear life. She was too far down for him to grab her and she definitely wouldn’t be able to climb back up with her shoulder. Thinking fast, he stripped the cloaks and capes from the fallen bandits and tied them together into a makeshift rope. She could barely keep a hold of it as he pulled her back up to safety.

He held her close to him, petting her sweaty and bloody hair. He whispered comforting words to her as she shook against him. He knew she was scared of heights and falling, the reason for her refusing to free-run on certain buildings and to do a Leap of Faith, unless absolutely necessary. However, in this situation, she hadn’t been in control and it terrified her.

Once she had quieted down, Ezio sat her up properly and told her he needed to reset her shoulder. She had nodded somberly and let him pop it back into place without a peep. Ezio almost found it amusing how she can take the pain of a dislocated shoulder with only a wince, but she couldn’t handle heights. But now wasn’t the time to tease her.

Recovering their horses that had run off with their packs, the pair made their way back to Monteriggioni.

A doctor was already waiting for them as they entered the villa, some kind villager sending for one when they saw the two. Mario and Claudia stood with the doctor, the older female’s hands over her mouth, and Y/N was practically unconscious by the time they made it to the trio.

Mario swept up to take the woman into his arms, allowing Ezio to cradle his wrist and follow them into their shared room. (Y/n) was placed gently on the bed and the doctor immediately began his treatment. Ezio collapsed into the chair at the foot of the bed, his armor digging uncomfortably into his flesh.

“What happened?” Mario began his interrogation before Ezio could get his bearings. Shaking his head, Ezio began to carefully remove his armor. Claudia was already helping the doctor remove (Y/n)’s, who moaned in pain. The younger man’s eyes fixed on her at the sound.

Seeing that his nephew was not going to answer him now, Mario rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Until (Y/n) was cared for and out of danger, Mario knew Ezio wouldn’t speak to anyone about the mission. This wasn’t the first time this has happened, but it is the worst condition either of them had been in in a long time.

“Once you two are rested, meet me in my office to discuss what happened.” Mario placed a hand on Ezio’s shoulder, squeezing gently. The younger man simply nodded, not wanting to take his eyes off his wife.

Nearly an hour later, (Y/n)’s wounds were patched up and Claudia had changed her into a loose shirt and pants. Ezio’s wrist had been wrapped and put into a sling and his lip cared for. He had moved his chair to be right next to her as she slept, tucked into the bed and her favorite blanket pulled up to her nose, just the way she liked it. He wished he could curl up with her in that bed, but on doctor’s orders, she was not to be moved around too much or her ribs would not heal properly.

Ezio knew he should probably go find his uncle but speaking to anyone and leaving his wife’s side didn’t sound very appealing. So he sat in his chair, watching as her eyes flickered behind her eyelids. She must be having a bad dream. As she often does after a particularly bad mission.

He reached over and stroked her cheek with his good hand, smiling softly when she nuzzled into his hand. She would probably wake in the morning grumpy and very hungry. An angel when she was asleep but a terrifying beast upon awakening. Ezio smiled wider at the thought. She would definitely kill him had she known his thoughts.

At some point in the late evening, Claudia knocked and left some food on the table next to him, squeezing his shoulder and telling him to eat and rest. He nodded and picked at the food. The roasted duck didn’t quite smell or taste as appealing as it did when he wasn’t consumed with worry.

Many times has he tried to convince his wife to retire from Assassin duties, to stay safe and live life to the fullest while she was still young. But those conversations usually ended with him sleeping on the floor and her not speaking to him for a full evening. How dare he think that she would ever let him face the dangers they did alone.

After eating as much as he could stomach, he carefully stripped from his robes and stepped behind the partition in the room. A tub filled with water sat in the corner, filled earlier with hot water by a maid. By now the water was less than lukewarm, but he hardly felt it as he lowered himself in. She had already been cleaned by Claudia with a cloth and a basin of water.

The partition was positioned so he could still see her on the bed when he leaned back. On his own terms, he would have just climbed into bed after changing into a sleeping shirt, but since he began courting her, she always refuses him to enter her bed unless clean.

‘I don’t want my bed smelling like blood, metal, and sweat!’ She had yelled at him early on in their relationship. No matter where they were if there was a bed, she had to be clean before entering it. He figured it came from whatever futuristic upbringing she had.

He still vividly remembers that day, he had just brought the Apple to Leonardo’s workshop with his uncle and Niccolò for the artist to study. When Leonardo had reached out to touch it a bright, golden light engulfed the room and a figure fell from thin air. Ezio had rushed forward to catch the person.

She was unconscious and dressed in strange clothes. But he wouldn’t lie, this stranger was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In the next few days they had found out she came from a different world, far in the future. She had been tasked by a being called Minerva to guide Ezio on his journey.

Six years had now gone by and she had since become a master assassin and his wife. His gaze fell down to his bruised knuckles. A gold wedding band laid just above one, on his left ring finger. He didn’t normally wear it on missions but seeing as how this was supposed to be just a visit back to Monteriggioni, he had worn it proudly. It had a red smudge of blood on it. Removing it from his finger, he washed it in the waters.

Finishing up in the tub, he threw on a sleeping shirt and stepped quietly over to the bed. He was always hesitant when sleeping with her when she was injured. He was either a fitful sleeper or a cuddler. Neither one is very good for her injured state. But he knew she wouldn’t rest as well without him next to her. So being cautious, he placed a few pillows between them before fully settling in. He laid on his side, careful of his wrist, and gently stroked a knuckle across her soft cheek.  

Her lips quirked up and she turned her head to nuzzle into his hand. He let a gentle smile take over his face. Even battered and weary, she still found a reason to smile. Pride swelled in his chest at being the reason for her smiles most of the time. A truly beautiful thing to behold.

“Buonanotte, amore mio.” He withdrew his hand, but let it rest on her stomach. As his eyes closed, he felt calloused fingers wrap around his.

“Buonanotte, Bello.” Her voice was raspy and quiet, but it was still the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.

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A knock to the solid wood door roused him from his dreamless sleep. As predicted, he had moved a lot in his sleep. Now he laid on his back, arms sprawled out and one leg tossed over the barrier of pillows, his foot tucked under her leg. The sheets had bunched around his waist and the duvet tossed over her slumbering body. Drool was crusted to the side of his mouth and his hair was in disarray. She, of course, looked positively heavenly, despite her injuries.

Rising from the bed, Ezio straightened his appearance and moved to the door as a second knock sounded. The kind Doctor from the previous day had returned, most likely to change her bandages. Behind the elderly man was Claudia, a tray with fruits, bread, and two small bowls of soup on it.

“Ah, Dottore, Buongiorno. Come in.” Ezio stepped to the side, letting the two into the room. He excused himself to behind the partition to change into more presentable clothes. It was somewhat difficult with only one good arm, but he managed. After struggling to button his shirt up with one hand he gave up, stepping out from the partition. Claudia rolled her eyes and buttoned his shirt up for him.

“Nothing but a child.” She grumbled, poking him roughly in the chest. He chuckled, rubbing the spot.

“Careful, Claudia, I still have uses for him.” A raspy voice came from the bed. Claudia’s attention snapped over to her sister-in-law.

“(Y/N)!” The siblings rushed to the bed, leaving enough space for the doctor. “How are you feeling?” Claudia questioned. The younger woman gave a pained smile as the Doctor peeled back the bandage on one of her deeper wounds.

“Like hell, to be honest. And I’d kill for some ibuprofen…” She bit her lip and pressed her head further into the pillows when the doctor dabbed an alcohol-soaked rag into the wound. Ezio took a step closer, worry flooding his veins. He truly hated seeing her in such a state. He was beating himself up inside for not getting to her sooner.

“I can give you a poultice to take the edge away around your ribs.” The doctor began rewrapping her wounds. “I’d advise you twist or move around as little as possible for the next few weeks to give your ribs time to heal, and only wear loose clothing. Your other bandages must be changed every eight hours.”

“Grazie, Dottore.” The woman nodded in appreciation. The doctor smiled and set a small jar of the poultice on the bedside table. After giving a few instructions on the next few weeks of healing, he bid the three farewell and departed.

“I’m glad you’re already doing better, mia sorella.” Claudia sat on the edge of the bed, taking Y/N’s hand in hers. “You had me worried sick seeing you return like that.” She lightly scolded.

“Sorry, Claudia. Next time I’ll tell those bandits to not attack us. Just because you worry about me.” Y/N smiled.

“Piccola merda.” The two women laughed, only to be cut off from the grunt of pain from the junior. Ezio finally stepped forward, still silent as before. He took the jar and removed the lid, setting it on the table.

Claudia stood up out of the way of the man on a mission. His face was drawn into a concentrated frown and he refused to look at his wife’s scratched-up face. With stiff and precise movements, he pulled up her shirt to just under her breast. Her skin was a vivid purple, the bruise forming overnight. His brows furrowed deeper at the sight.

His sister excused herself, sensing that the two needed to talk. But not before directing her brother to make sure to feed his wife the soup she had brought. He merely grunted in response, dipping two fingers into the greasy concoction.

Despite his angry demeanor and calloused hands, his touch was feather-light on her skin as he spread the poultice on her ribs. Her eyes didn’t leave his face as he worked. It had been so long that either one of them had been injured like this that Ezio was having a hard time controlling his emotions.

“Bello…” Her voice was just a whisper, but it had his finger freezing over her skin. He sniffed and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands clean. “Ezio. Look at me.” Her fingers closed around his wrist, tugging him down to sit next to her. He slowly brought his eyes up to meet hers. And the tears immediately sprung to his eyes.

“Oh, my love…” Her own vision blurred with tears and she threaded her fingers with his. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“I should have been faster… I should have made sure you were following me…I’m so sorry, mia bella.” He covered his face with his free hand, the other squeezing her fingers. His chest constricted with suppressed sobs.

“Ezio.” Her voice was soft but stern. He managed to look at her again. “This is not your fault. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen, not even your sixth sense could have predicted this… I don’t blame you for this happening, so I don’t want you to blame yourself either.”

He sniffled and wiped the tears from his face.

“And besides, I promised to kick the ass of anyone who wronged you. So don’t make me kick your ass when I get out of this bed.” She gave him her signature lopsided grin. He let a laugh escape him despite the want to sob instead.

“Now, I’m starving, so help me sit up.”

“Sì, Signora.” Ezio helped her up and placed the tray of food in her lap. There was just enough for the two of them. They ate in silence for a few minutes, not realizing how hungry they were.

“The real tragedy here though is that I think I lost my hairpin down the side of that cliff.” She pouted as she popped a strawberry into her mouth. The dainty gold hairpin had been an anniversary gift from Ezio two years ago and she wore it every time they took a break.

Ezio chuckled. “I shall buy you all the hairpins until the void of missing that one is filled.”

“Oh, my dear, I fear your wallet will weep. As it may take all the hairpins in the world for the hole in my chest to be filled.” She feigned distress, pressing the back of her bandaged hand to her forehead.

A yawn suddenly forced its way from her, stretching her chest painfully.

“You should sleep, it will help you heal.” Ezio cleared the tray and set it next to the door. His wrist twinged. He almost forgot his own injury. Despite the pain though, he once again helped his wife lay down and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her eyes batted slowly up at him; her lips pursed ever so slightly. He huffed a laugh and bent down to press a slow kiss to her waiting lips.

“I will be back before you wake again, mia bella.” After kissing her forehead, he made sure she closed her eyes then left the room. He had to report to his uncle about the attack. Not something he looked forward to.

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It took a little less than six weeks for her to be fully healed. Her ribs still twinged dully when she twisted wrong, but daily stretches were quickly strengthening her muscles again. Ezio had finally broken his moody attitude now that she was up and walking.

The pair had stayed in Monteriggioni while she healed but constantly corresponded with the others in the Brotherhood. But today, the two were finally returning to Venezia to continue their search for Savonarola and The Apple.

She knew Ezio was anxious to resume their search, but despite being injured, she was glad they had somewhat of a break. She knew it would be around this time that Savonarola would be making his way into Firenze to steal control from the Medici. In the next three years, they will be storming the city to take down the corrupt monk. And then they won’t have a moment to breathe.

“Tesoro, are you ready to go?” Ezio’s voice brought her back from her thoughts. She smiled up at her husband and nodded. They were already packed and had their horses ready for the long journey. She hugged Mario, Claudia, and Maria goodbye as they met them at the town's entrance. She mounted her horse, Ezio on his horse trotting up next to her.

Waving, the pair left the town. And for the next eight years, they fought tooth and nail against the Templars. They defeated Savonarola, regained the apple, took down Rodrigo, and returned to Monteriggioni. Got run out of said town and came to Rome. Together, they began the rebellion against Cesare, starting with destroying the machines he forced Leonardo to make for him.

The two had destroyed all but one, the naval cannon. Following the engineer and getting past the guards was the easy part. Burning the blueprints was also easy. But when it came to actually destroying the machine and the naval fleet, that had proved to be more difficult.

Ezio rowed the gondola while she manned the Cannon. And slowly but surely, they dispatched the large ships. They had survived a few near-hits, the small boat rocking violently, the ropes and extra ammunition sliding around on the floor.

She cheered as the last ship went down in flames, Ezio breathlessly laughing next to her. His arms were on fire from rowing.

Y/N turned the Cannon, facing down onto itself. She looked over to her husband with a grin. “Would you care to do the honors, messere?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Ezio wrapped his hand around the firing mechanism, “Perdonatemi, Leonardo.” He pulled back on the lever and they both turned to dive off the side of the boat.

But as she had said once, many years ago, they could not have predicted this.

As the boat had been rocking from enemy fire, and she moved around, a rope had looped itself into the perfect snare around her foot. When she jumped from the boat, it tightened, the other end is tied off on the metal machine. She had dived perfectly, was swimming next to Ezio as the explosion went off.

And then she was yanked back.

As the Cannon sunk to the bottom of the bay the rope tightened even more around her leg. She was quickly running out of air as she tried to free herself. Her hidden blade picked the wrong time to jam, if only she cleaned it as often as she should have.

Ezio was just about to break the surface when he turned to look at her. And his blood went as cold as the water around him. Managing to take a deep breath at the surface, he dove back down, swimming as fast as he could. She was sinking fast, faster than he could keep up. He watched desperately as she finally gave up, looking up at him and giving him an apologetic smile.

“NO!” The word only came out as a bubbled scream, mixing with the last bit of air leaving her body. Her eyes slipped shut and she descended into the dark depths. Out of his vision.

Not caring about his swiftly depleting oxygen supply, Ezio continued to swim after her. His lungs burned and his arms and legs grew slower. Just when he thought he was going to pass out as well, a bright golden light illuminated the bay, he could see the outline of the Cannon as it sunk. But not her.

The ache in his chest became too much and his body moved to the surface on its own. His head broke the surface and he gasped for air. His body was filled with relief, but his mind was a typhoon of emotions. Panic, confusion, grief.

He knew that light, he had seen it fourteen years ago when she first entered this world.

And just as she had come, she disappeared just as quickly.

#ezio assassins creed #ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader #assassin's creed #angst #fluff #My writing #grace-writes-shit #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore da firenze x reader

[northernmariette]

Eugène de Beauharnais at Joséphine’s court

Another slice of life at Josephine's court after her divorce. This one features her son Eugène.

The Château de Navarre was a ramshackle pile that Napoleon had given Josephine, so that she would have a home away from Paris while his marriage to Marie-Louise was still recent. Josephine moved back to Malmaison shortly after Napoleon's son was born.

While the château itself was in poor condition, the estate on which it sat was, according to Georgette Ducrest, immense and of surpassing beauty. Canals and cascades had been created within it; their water was utterly limpid. These water features will be mentioned in this passage of her Mémoires.

Josephine had considered demolishing the château to build a new one, but she balked at the estimated expense once plans were drawn. She limited herself to draining some swampy areas of the estate, and enlarging the stables.

Le vice-roi vint plusieurs fois à Navarre. Son arrivée causait une joie générale. Les hommes de la société étaient sûrs de voir redoubler l'intérêt de la conversation, par le récit de faits curieux et de détails pleins de vérité des batailles glorieuses auxquelles il avait pris une part active. Les femmes se réjouissaient des jolies parties organisées par lui pour leur plaire, avec une galanterie chevaleresque, et de la réception d'une foule de petits présents, faits avec une grâce qui en doublait la valeur. Rien n'était plus comique que de voir l'espèce d'âpreté déployée, lorsque Son Altesse Impériale descendait ayant à la main un élégant coffret contenant de jolis colifichets sans aucun prix réel. Ce qui faisait désirer ces bijoux était le bonheur de dire bien haut d'où ils étaient venus.

On portait alors ce que l'on appelait un charivari. Le prince Eugène arrivait avec une provision de ces charmantes bagatelles, dont plusieurs inventées par lui, d'autant plus recherchées qu'elles étaient uniques dans leur genre, Foncier promettant qu'il briserait le moule. C'était au billard ou à la pêche qu'il faisait ces distributions si enviées. Il ne voulait point être remercié, et perdait exprès pour avoir le plaisir de se plaindre du sort ; ainsi on obtenait en même temps un bijou désiré et un petit triomphe d'amour-propre, auquel une femme n'est jamais insensible.

Il est impossible d'apporter dans le monde plus d'amabilité, d'instruction et de bonhommie que le vice-roi ; il faisait, pour captiver, tous les frais qu'eût pu faire un simple particulier qui eût voulu paraître aimable. Ennemi déclaré de l'étiquette, il tâchait de s'y soustraire le plus possible, défendait aux huissiers de l'annoncer, afin de nous éviter l'ennui de nous lever tous chaque fois qu'il entrait. "C'est bien assez, disait-il, d'être forcé de subir toutes les tristes conséquences du pouvoir quand je suis à Milan ; qu'au moins ici on me permette de m'amuser un peu. C'est un rude métier que celui d'être roi, quand on n'a pas été élevé pour cela."

Je l'ai vu à Malmaison, par une pluie battante, préférer passer par le jardin pour entrer par la galerie sans cette annonce qui lui déplaisait.

Sa figure fine et douce s'animait d'une manière extraordinaire lorsqu'il parlait de ses campagnes. Sa tournure était noble, élégante, et il aurait été tout à fait bien sans des dents affreuses. Sérieux, il était charmant, mais malgré de très-longues moustaches fort tombantes, il n'était plus bien lorsqu'il riait. Son Altesse Impériale ne venait jamais sans répandre de nombreuses aumônes. Le bon comte Méjan, chargé de distribuer les bienfaits du prince qu'il chérissait, le faisait bénir, et sur son passage tous les visages étaient rayonnants du bonheur de le voir, ce que Joséphine remarquait avec toute la fierté d'une mère.

Il ne savait pas la musique, mais chantait bien le bouffe ; il avait l'instinct et le goût de cet art. Après avoir entendu une ou deux fois la partie qu'il devait exécuter dans un duo ou un trio, il la savait parfaitement, et y mettait l'exécution dans l'intention de l'auteur.

Personne ne poussa plus loin la tendresse filiale et paternelle (1). Il ne pouvait parler de l'époque du divorce de sa mère, qu'il nommait la plus affreuse de sa vie, sans avoir les larmes aux yeux.

Le vice-roi portait toujours sur lui le portrait de ses enfants et celui de la vice-reine, peints par Isabey, et montés en chaîne de montre. C'était une réunion de figures célestes.

[...]

Quand le prince Eugène était à Navarre, [... l]orsque le temps le permettait on allait pêcher dans les pièces d'eau de ce magnifique jardin. La dame qui prenait un plus grand nombre de poissons, et celle dont la pêche pesait le plus, recevaient un prix du vice-roi et un de chaque autre personne de la société. Rentrés au palais, nous envoyions notre butin aux cuisiniers, avec ordre de le faire frire tout de suite. Ils trouvaient fort désagréable de se voir ainsi dérangés pour la cuisson de misérables poissons, qu'ils n'eussent pas voulu servir même aux filles de cuisine ; mais Son Altesse Impériale s'amusait tellement de ce repas impromptu, qu'il se renouvelait tous les jours à quatre heures, et qu'il était convenu de le trouver préférable à tout ce que le dîner de Sa Majesté avait de plus recherché ; du moins il est certain que l'on y riait davantage.

Lorsque la pluie empêchait de sortir, on jouait au billard, et, comme je l'ai dit, de jolis colifichets étaient le prix du triomphe. Les hommes étaient exclus de ces concours. Le soir on faisait toujours de la musique, à laquelle le vice-roi prenait part.

(1) Il eut, dit-on, beaucoup de maîtresses ; mais il cachait si bien ses intrigues, que la vice-reine ne put s'en douter. Il disait qu'il eût sacrifié toutes les femmes du monde à celle qu'il chérissait pardessus tout, et qui par ses qualités le rendait si heureux.

The Viceroy visited Navarre several times. His arrival was the cause of general pleasure. For the men of Joséphine's court, the interest of conversations was certain to be doubled, thanks to the narration of curious facts and accurate details of the victorious battles in which the Prince had taken an active role. The women delighted in the pretty entertainments he organized with gallant chivalry for their pleasure, as well as in receiving a multitude of small presents he made with a graciousness which doubled their value. Nothing was more comical than witnessing the display of fierce competition when, holding an elegant casket containing pretty ornaments of no true worth, His Imperial Highness came downstairs to join us. What made these jewels so desirable was the satisfaction of claiming proudly what their origin was.

At the time, what was called a chariviari was worn. Prince Eugene would bring a supply of these charming trinkets, many of which he had designed himself, all the more sought after because they were unique as Foncier had promised he would break their mould. The Prince gave away these coveted prizes at billiards or at fishing parties. He did not seek our thanks, and lost on purpose for the fun of complaining about his bad luck; thus one gained at the same time a desirable jewel and a small prideful victory, which is ever precious to a woman.

It is impossible to display in society more kindness, education and congeniality than the Viceroy did; he exerted, in his desire to please, all the efforts that a humble private person would have made to be agreeable. A professed enemy of etiquette, he tried to evade it as much as possible, forbidding the ushers to announce his arrival in order to avoid for us the trouble of rising each time he entered a room. "It is quite enough," he said, "to be forced to undergo all the sorrowful effects of power when I am in Milan; let me at least be allowed to enjoy myself a little here. It is a difficult business to be a king, when one has not been brought up for it." I saw him, at Malmaison, preferring to cross the garden in a driving rain in order to come in through the gallery so as to avoid the displeasure he felt at being announced.

His refined, gentle face became extraordinarily animated when he spoke about his campaigns. His bearing was noble, elegant; he would have been quite handsome had it not been for terrible teeth. When he was serious, he was quite appealing, but in spite of wearing very long and drooping moustaches, he was no longer handsome when he laughed. His Imperial Highness never visited Navarre without generously giving alms. Kind Count Méjan, responsible for the distribution of the blessings of this Prince whom he cherished, caused him to be beloved, and on Prince Eugene's journeys all faces were radiant with happiness at his sight, which Joséphine noticed with all the pride of a mother.

He had not learned music, but he sang light opera well; he had a natural instinct and a taste for this art. Having heard once or twice the part he was to sing in a duet or a trio, he knew it perfectly, and his performance was faithful to the composer's intention.

No one has ever shown greater filial and paternal tenderness (1). He could not speak about the time of his mother's divorce, which he called the most terrible of his life, without tears coming to his eyes.

The Viceroy always carried with him the portraits of his children and of the Queen, as painted by Isabey, and set on a watch chain. It was a collection of heavenly images.

[...]

When Prince Eugene was at Navarre, [...] whenever the weather permitted we would go fishing in the waters of its magnificent garden. The lady who caught the most fish, and the one whose catch was heaviest, received a prize from the Viceroy and one from each of the others in our party. Once back at the chateau, we would send our haul to the cooks with instructions to fry it at once. The cooks would be much annoyed at this disruption of their work, all the more so for the cooking of wretched fish they would not have deemed worthy even of the kitchen maids; but His Imperial Highness so greatly enjoyed this impromptu meal that it was held every day at four o'clock, and we all agreed that we preferred it to even Her Majesty's most refined dinners; we certainly had much more fun while eating it.

When rain prevented our going out we played billiards, and as I have said pretty trinkets were the prize for victory. Men were excluded from these competitions. In the evening we always played music, in which the Viceroy participated.

(1) It is said that he took many mistresses, but he hid his trysts so well that the Queen suspected nothing. He used to say that he would have sacrificed all the women in the world to the one he cherished above all, and whose virtues made him so happy.

https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k6310101z/f48.item.r=georgette%20ducrest.zoom#, pp. 42-43

I have not researched who Foncier was. Presumably he was a manufacturer of inexpensive jewellery.

I don't remember seeing a portrait of Eugène with long droopy mustaches. What a shame dentistry was not then what it is now! It seems Eugène had inherited his mother's bad teeth.

I find it interesting that Eugène would only have his fishing parties and billiards games with the ladies of Josephine's court. I doubt that he would have been able to have an affair at that court without it having been generally known, although Georgette Ducrest might simply have preferred to remain mum about it.

What I do find even more interesting is Eugène stating that he would have (note the conditional tense) given up all other women for his wife, who gave him such happiness. Eugène's many affairs, in addition to that conditional tense, show clearly that he did not consider that he did have to give up all other women by virtue of being married, but this is my 21st century, petit bourgeois self speaking. Even religious, chivalrous Bessières could not resist the temptation of extra-marital frolics. 

#eugene de beauharnais #empress josephine #georgette ducrest #chateau de navarre #malmaison

[vegalocity]

Peachtea/TripSun angst idea. Nobody knew Wukong would disappear for 500 years so they're mourning until Xiaotian starts training with him. Tang composes himself to wait a little longer but Wukong just ignores all the signs. Until he gets into an argument with Tang and Tang ends up snapping "Why did you disappear for 500 years?!"

Okay so here’s the thing, I can only get behind the whole ‘The other Pilgrims ALL thought Wukong was dead and are PISSED at him now’ stuff, only, and I mean ONLY if Wukong either thought they all didn’t want to hear from him again anyway, or if he thought they were dead too.

....I mean my only contributions to all those ‘Reunion with Baije and Wujing’ posts were both ‘Wukong thought they were dead too’ so CLEARLY thats my read on the whole thing. I sincerely can’t see him just... NOT telling people he cared that much about that he was gonna bounce for that long to be alone on FFM, so if he knew they were alive he would have told them. 

And then you know someone spotted that little shrine with the origami figures in the Special and I was there like:

 So like, lets do something we’ll both enjoy here then because all of those reunion fics are almost exclusively centered around the trio, and we oh so rarely see Sanzang (whether he is Tang or not) get involved. 

So like first off, assuming LMK is on a sci fi alternate earth instead of being in the future, there’s still a solid nine hundred or so years between the end of the Pilgrimage and the supposed time Wukong disappeared for Monkie Kid timeline (JTTW is set in like the 600s or so if i remember correctly, might be wrong about the exacts tho) so lets assume those nine hundred years were uneventful.

So yeah, idk the hows, the hows don’t matter. What DOES matter is Wukong somehow loses contact with the others and is somehow convinced they were all killed, had his last stand against DBK and then went off travelling for a century to come to terms with his brothers and his precious, darling, beloved Master all perishing due to his inability to protect them.

and meanwhile for the others he was just... GONE. Like he’d vanished off the face of the earth, And the last the three of them ever saw of him was the staff rooted into the mountain that now kept the Bull King below. Just in case maybe the tree of them would periodically head off to Flower Fruit Mountain and check in with the monkeys that could still talk, but after about a century it was clear. If he WAS still alive, he wasn’t coming back. And the idea that he’d purposefully leave all of them behind just for the hope that he WAS still alive would do his memory a disservice. 

So when Wukong returns to FFM wouldn’t it be great if he like, JUST missed that last visit? Like DAYS after Sanzang, Baije and Wujing had been there for the final time to hold an impromptu funeral for their dead friend on his homeland and finally accept that he was gone, Wukong returns to the mountain and builds his little shrine for his dead friends... the Monkeys all look at eachother awkwardly and shrug, assuming this will be settled soon enough, surely it’ll be solved before too long.

And then another 400 years of kingly depression naps and the others falling in and out of contact with eachother as they adapt to the ever changing world around them later, Xiaotian snatches the staff from the bull family.

And... Look... It’s been a ROUGH 500 years on Sanzang now called simply Tang. He’d only recently tracked down Baije-now-called-Pigsy in the past... what Ten years? and was only tangentially aware of what Wujing-now-called-Sandy was up to. And... Look... LOOK. It’s ridiculous that he’s still hung up over losing Wukong as much as he is. He’s Well FUCKING aware it’s ridiculous. He should know better, he quite LITERALLY reached immortality through enlightenment. He KNOWS he should know better. 

So why-... Why can’t he say his real name without his gut still twisting into knots? He still tells the stories because telling them behind a wall of detachment, pretending he wasn’t there on the action for most of them helps in some small way, but why does he have to always call him ‘the Monkey King’? What a question, he knows why. He gave his heart away when he was still mortal, and so mortal his heart will forever stay. Dead and returned to the stone with the impulsive monkey he’d given it to.

And then It’s not dead. Because he’s not dead. and honestly at first it’s just shock, it’s just reeling with the sheer tidal wave of feelings he had to spend hours meditating just to sort through. The three of them meet up after Xiaotian and Xiaojiao have turned in for the night to discuss what the FUCK just happened, and all three of them come away with different conclusions. 

Baije is furious and will refuse to seek out Wukong unless its to tell him off for letting the three of them belive him dead, Wujing is sad and would like to see Wukong again to simply ask why he’d decided to cut the three of them out of his life like that, but doesn’t want to do it alone. And he’s...conflicted.

He wants this to be a joyous discovery. he wants to be so relieved and euphoric at his monkey still being there, having ALWAYS been there, that he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for days on end. But he can’t. It’s all so... messy inside and he’s going to need to keep his distance if he wants to be able to approach Wukong with a level head. This was why attachments such as these were foolish he should have known better all those years ago but it was centuries too late now, and this confliction is what he has to suffer through as the result... wanting to laugh and cry and scream all at once because Wukong is ALIVE, he’d spent SO long in mourning for him, and HOW DARE HE ignore them all and let them assume the worst?!

So he hides behind that Scholar Tang persona while he sorts through his emotions. And it works for the most part. 

And then New Years happens.

And... Look, Wukong’s been THROUGH it in the last 500 years. He’s done everything he could to just... GET OVER the loss of his love His Master and His brothers. he went through all the damn stages of grief, 

Spent that first decade in denial poking around everywhere he could to see if any of them-ANY of them were in hiding somewhere, spent another three decades wandering the world and starting fights with other cultures divine warriors (and that Aphrodite chick was DEFINITELY hitting on him the entire time, extolling about how rarely she got to use her ‘Aria form’ whatever that meant) to work through his rage without actually getting himself in trouble with his own heavenly court. Spent another twenty years or so looking through as many underworlds as he could find, no matter how many of them really wanted to test just HOW immortal he was (Answer: Too Immortal for any of them) to see if ANYONE had anything he could work with, and always coming up empty. eventually crossed the ocean to the other landmass because he was tired of looking at all of these places and seeing either memories or wasted time looking for bargaining chips, and spent a decade or so deciding he hated Mexico and went back to China. and then spent another thirty years just procrastinating returning home to his mountain.

When he returns to flower fruit mountain its as though he’d never left. His monkeys greet him with excitement but he’s standing on the shores of his home he hasn’t seen in a century and... feels nothing. Like his ability to feel anything for anything beyond the people he’s lost is gone. He makes a little shrine that spends most of its time on a shelf that's difficult to be able to look at full on without craning your neck weirdly and if any of his subjects notice that he takes a bit too much care in folding the little paper figure of the monk as he sets the four figures up along the edge of the little thing none of them judge him over it. He’s rarely got the energy for tears anymore, but when he does it’s usually when that little figure catches his eye.

By the time Xiaotian crashes into his life he’s... getting better. At least he thinks he is. having the loud excitable boy in his life is helping chase the shadows away a little bit (though when they return oh how they scream) and he hears some stories of his friends on training days and... geez sometimes he’ll tell this or that story and Wukong will be so THOUROUGHLY reminded of someone that it just... hurts.

And then New Years happens.

And he finally sees him again -- And he finally meets Xiaotian’s friends

And he still doesn’t know how to feel it’s all SO MUCH -- And they feel familiar so he gives them all a quick glance with golden eyes

And he can only do the one thing that feels safe right now -- And oh... that makes sense. How lucky they all found eachother again after reincarnating.

Sanzang hides behind the Tang persona and lies with an energy that could only be harvested from the sheer maelstrom of emotions fighting for dominance -- and Wukong leaves before he says something incriminating because now he knows and he can’t Un-know.

He should have known better but its centuries too late. And it doesn’t even matter that he doesn’t know how to feel about this whole thing he HAS to keep seeing him, he can NOT let him vanish again -- This was a mistake, this was a mistake, he cannot face them all and see lack of recognition, he cannot have his brothers treating him only as Xiaotian’s mentor he can NOT handle looking at him and seeing a stranger.

He needs to at least TALK to him -- He can’t stay away

Wukong doesn’t start out hanging out at the Noodle Shop on down time, that’d be too much too quick, especially since Baije-.. Since Pigsy is clearly still pretty steamed for the whole ‘letting Xiaotian into the world of magic and monsters’ stuff. But he’ll often shapeshift and keep an eye on things like that... No he is NOT eavesdropping on the reincarnations of those three out of the ridiculous desperate desire to feel close to them again. Because he’d rather just love him miss them from afar than be treated as a stranger.

But of course Tang notices when he does. Every time. And every time he wants to say something but his throat feels too tight. That first day he’d fallen on the persona because it was all he felt he COULD do but now the very idea that he’d have to pretend to be someone else just to be able to speak to his monkey not his not anymore Him was completely out of the question. Tang’s actually surprised with himself the first time he finds his voice. 

The conversations come quickly, neither of them quite content to ignore the other now that its become obvious. The conversations are mostly stilted, awkward. Wukong seems both unable to help himself from talking to him, but unwilling to LOOK at him. Tang’s best guess is that he somehow doesn’t recognize him, Had he really changed that much in the time they’d been apart? Had he really lost so much affection for his old master that he could no longer recognize him beneath a slight change in appearance? That might be the reason the Hurt finally starts to win in the eternal standoff between Joy and Sorrow in how this whole thing makes him feel. 

And maybe it’s something simple, maybe Wukong is just barely starting to lower his guard a bit. Maybe just sharing a space with the man who once was the love of his life his master was finally starting to chalk over the rough edges his long since broken heart would constantly stab into him with. and he just SAYS something. Something probably innocuous, something he’d said a million times on the Journey alone. And to Tang it just... feels like he’s mocking him, like he’d known this whole time and had just been playing with his emotions in a way he wouldn’t have tolerated back then- so why should he tolerate it now?

 And the first words out of his own mouth are “Bad Monkey!” and Wukong freezes as Tang begins to lecture him

How he’d spent a solid third of his time immortal in mourning over him, how he’d been the one to tell Baije and Wujing that it would be a disgrace to his memory to believe him alive and instead that he’d chosen to cut the lot of them out of his life, despite how much HE’D wanted to believe it too. How hurt he was to find out that not only he HAD been ignoring them for so long but also that he’d apparently had apparently not even recognized any of them when they HAD all seen each other again! How much he’d missed him, how happy he’d still been to see him again. 

Yes, yes, pathetic, emotional baldy always bursting into tears at the simplest of things nothing’s changed etcetera etcetera- He hadn’t been lying on new years when he said he had a million questions, but all he really wanted to know was why? Why did he cut them out of his life, why did he shut HIM out? Why did you disappear for 500 years Wukong?

And Wukong reaches out, his hand is- shaking? and removes the glasses from right off his face--normal glass obviously, Baije had insisted they completed the scholarly look and annoyed him into compliance--

“You’re-” he hesitates, looks, almost afraid? “You’re not a reincarnation..?”

Oh... 

Well now they both looked the part of fools.

Two sobbing fools clutching to eachother in the alleyway behind Pigsy’s shop, and oh MAN did they have some things to talk about, because Wukong was DEFINITELY coming back with him to his apartment for the night and then first thing in the morning he was going to visit his brothers to internalize that THEY weren’t reincarnations either and then he was going to have to explain where he’d been for that first century while they were all still looking for him to THEM too. 

And yes he should have known better than to get attached to him in this way in the first place, it was disgraceful, the sheer misery it had brought alone was proof enough of that. But Wukong was nuzzling into his shoulder, and pressing those strange feeling monkey kisses across his cheeks and jaw,  and his breath was hitching with pure relief and joy and it was for him-

And fuck it, he just didn’t care. 

#Peachtea #Tripsun #hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah #Y'all should read 'from here the rain falls' on AO3 #REALLY great fic for this ship #and i haven't seen the Chow movies but i could follow along p. easily so there's that #letters to vega #it seems as though epople are sending me many things for this ship and i say #Keep em coming man we must make the content we wish to see in thsi world #hoo boy did this get LONG though

[vampiremansionpoolboy-moved]

sk8 au week - day 2: royalty and soulmate

reki kyan was nearing his eighteenth birthday and he had yet to meet his soulmate. reki has heard the whispers of the people in the town about people who don’t find their soulmates. it’s not that he didn’t have one -he did, for your information, thank you very much- but because reki was from a royal family, and therefore a prince, he was to be married off and did not have the luxury of being with his soulmate. unless his soulmate was from another royal family, but reki had seen where his red string lead: straight into the center of the town below. so no such luck for another noble as his soulmate.

reki’s mother had tried to let him build friendships and hopefully relationships with the other royal children around his age, but reki had dreams about meeting his soulmate and never developed anything more than friendship with the other royals.

reki stared at his red string, eyes tracing its path down into the village, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone. sometimes when he sleep he caught glimpses of a tall, pale, slender figure and bright blue eyes. reki wondered what those eyes would look like mere inches from his own.

suddenly a book smacked into the back of reki’s head, startling him from his daydream.

“what the fuck-“ reki’s head whipped around.

“hey there slime.” said a voice.

reki groaned at the sight of the boy sitting atop his desk.

“hello miya.” he grumbled.

“what’re you looking at?” the young prince asked, a catlike smirk breaking out on his face.

“nothing,” reki said pushing himself up and walking over to miya.

“so is your mom still making you meet that prince for dinner tonight?” miya hummed as he twirled a pen in his hands.

reki’s mother was much more kind with her son and his romantic predicament, compared to reki’s father who was ready to marry his son off without a meeting between the spouses. but after his father ran away with the sevrant girl he impregnated no one stuck to his old rules.

“yes, but i have a plan to escape and i need your help.” reki said placing his hands on miya’s shoulders.

“i’m all ears,” miya said leaning forward as if reki’s mother was outside the door and eavesdropping this very moment.

“ok so i need you to mix up joe and shadow’s schedules so they’re both in the great hall at the same time. we cant have a fancy dinner set up if the cook and florist are in there at the same time now can we?”

“i like what i’m hearing.”

“and then i need you and koyomi to either distract the stable hand while i sneak through the barn.”

“done. is that all you need?”

“yep. the rest is up to me. joe accidentally let it slip that his soulmate is the craftsman in town and that he sneaks out at the exit behind the greenhouses to meet him. so thanks to joe i’ve got my escape route all planned.”

“well look at this, prince reki ditching the feast planned just for him. who would have thought?” miya asked with a laugh.

“well after how the last dinner ended it’s not that surprising.” reki said with a shudder as he remembered the glazed goat falling onto the poor princess who was just looking for a potential marriage partner.

miya let out snicker at the memory. “well now that you say that...”

“anyways i have to hurry if i wanna make it before my mom sends a servant to make sure i’m ready.”

“oh right right let’s go. i’ll go get koyomi and head to the stables. see you soon.” and with a wink miya slipped out the door and was gone. grabbing a cloak from his bed, reki fastened the clasp and dashed out the room after miya.

he was sick of all this arranged marriage bullshit, he was sick of it all. reki just wanted to meet his soulmate and fall in love. he knew his thoughts were selfish though. he was the eldest of the four kyan children and his mom was doing her best to rule a kingdom by herself, so by default his marriage was bound to be political. it was very unlikely he would end up with his soulmate.

and so that’s why reki was going to meet his soulmate tonight. he would meet them and apologize for being a lousy soulmate before heading back to the castle to meet the prince who he was supposed to be dinning with.

for most of reki’s life he soulmate had lead to a place up in the snowy mountains. but within the past few years the string moved into the town below the castle reki lived in. just like fate his soulmate moved to his home town. but it was someone else’s fate, not his. so reki made up his mind weeks ago: meet his soulmate, apologize, then finally agree to a political marriage. his plan would take away his curiously about his soulmate, it would hopefully lessen his guilt about not being able to be with said soulmate, and it would make his mom happy. so why didn’t he like what he was about to do?

ignoring the heavy feeling in his stomach reki pushed on. running quietly through the halls reki hid behind stone pillars and over large plant pots when he needed too. finally reaching the barn reki slipped into there to see miya and koyomi talking away with the stable hand over a loaf of bread and some pieces of cheese.

slipping past the trio and out into the courtyard beyond reki doesn’t make a noise. he holds his breath all the way to the green house, and doesn’t let it out until he’s well into the tunnel behind it. some time ago a tunnel was dug in the large wall protecting the castle, the entrance was hidden by vines on both sides. the cave was known only to a select few.

as reki hurried through the cave he began to think back to some of his earlier suitors. he remembers his best friend who he could have seen himself marrying despite not being soulmates. but his friend got sick and went back to his kingdom and reki never heard from him again.

but tonight was about his soulmate. so reki trudged on, squinting for the cave opening.

before long the prince was stumbling out of the vines and onto the street. luckily it was mostly empty. empty except for a tall man with long pink hair and glasses.

at the sound of someone falling through the leaves he looked up but seemed shocked to see a teenager.

“your not kojiro.” the stranger blurted.

“and your not- actually i wasn’t waiting for anyone and i have no idea who you are...or who kojiro is.”

the man stared at reki for a minute before recognition flashed in his eyes.

“prince reki! what are you doing outside of the castle?”

“i um...well you see-“ but reki was cut off by a rustling behind the vines and a large figure falling out of said vines.

“kaoru you will never believe the day i had...” joe trailed off, eyes catching sight of a panicked reki and surprised kaoru.

“joe?” reki blurted at the same time joe said “reki?”

the two stared at each other before reki made a run for it.

but joe caught him by his hood so reki didn’t get far.

“kid what the hell are you doing here?” joe said apparently forgetting all formalities one should talk to their prince with.

“not of your business! and i could ask you the same!” reki yelled as he struggled to get free from joe’s grip.

“i’m meeting my soulmate. and i’m going to ask you again, what are you doing here?”

reki sagged, giving up the struggle. “same here,”

“you’re meeting your soulmate?” kaoru asked.

“yes, what about it?” reki said crossing his arms. it had all gone so good until now.

“aren’t you supposed to be in a arranged marriage?”

“yes so i’m going to meet my soulmate and apologize before agreeing to an arranged marriage.”

“what?” joe said, surprise causing him to loosen his grip. taking the chance reki dashed away. ignoring the yells behind him reki kept on running. nothing can stop me now, reki thought, i’ve come this far.

eyeing his string, reki ran through the streets watching it get tighter and tighter. reki was too focused on the string that he didn’t see the boy in front of himself until it was too late.

the boys slammed into each other hard, the medicinal products in the other boy’s hands clattering to the ground.

“oh shit sorry-“

“sorry-“

they both spoke at the same time causing the boys to look up at each other abruptly. the boy had bright blue hair that went down past his ears. he was tall and lanky, his skin almost as pale as snow. bright blue eyes that reki had sworn he had seen before. but when reki’s gaze meet the boy‘s hands, his heart stopped. a thin red string connecting reki’s own finger to this mystery boy’s, hung in the air. a red string of fate; a soulmate string. this boy was his soulmate.

eyes snapping back to the bright blue ones reki knew his soulmate saw it too.

“well shit.” reki blurted and the boy began to laugh. it was a sweet noise, like the chime of heavenly bells. and so reki began to laugh too.

“well i guess you’re my soulmate. that makes this search a lot easier then.” standing up and reaching out a hand to his soulmate, reki began to speak. “so you probably know who i am and therefore i can’t marry you -or be with you quite frankly- and i’m very sorry for that and it’s selfish of me but i have the responsibility of the kingdom on my shoulders and i can’t fail my people.”

“what? ‘kingdom’? what are you talking about?” the boy‘s blank stare bored into reki.

“...i’m the prince. and i’m going to be king someday. and as much i want to be with my soulmate -you-, i have to be responsible for my people -which includes you-.”

realization dawned on his face. “ooh, i see.”

“and honestly i don’t care about the difference of ‘rank’ between noble and townsfolk but other royalty do.”

“well my moms a doctor if that means anything.”

“a prominent roll indeed but unfortunately not enough for the in-law of a prince. well not in my eyes, but in the eyes of others.”

the boy hummed in though. “well she was the queen of the kingdom in the mountains before my father fell to illness and some corrupt politician overthrew her and had us banished. do that mean anything?”

“you- you mean you were a prince?”

the boy nods.

“oh my god. oh my god! this may just work then! i may be able to be with my soulmate and still have a marriage that pleases the royal court!” reki’s eyes light up in happiness. “that’s only if you do want to be with me i mean.” he added.

“well you’re my soulmate, are you not? so we’re meant to be together, no?”

“well yes of course. but i wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it and all...”

“of course reki.” the boy said sweetly while reaching out and clasping reki’s hands in his own.

reki almost melted at the use of his given name spoken by his soulmate.

“oh wait can i call you that? is that ok?”

all reki could do was dumbly nod.

“my names langa by the way.”

“langa,” reki said testing out the way the name felt on his tongue. “i like it!” he smiled and watched as langa’s face turned red.

“well should we head to the castle or something to relay the news?” langa asked, turning to reki.

“hmmm i think we can wait a minute. wanna show me around the town?”

“it would be my honor.”

and so the two boys disappeared into the lively bustle of the town as the laughed away and held each other’s hand like a lifeline.

~ ~ ~

@sk8-au-week

#we’re not gonna talk abt how i forgot to post the writing for the day i was most excited abt #toad talks #sk8 au week #soulmates #royalty au #toad writes

[isp-annafer]

breakfast and a show

technically just a little Hubert & Jeralt drabble. I just saw these two characters and thought, oh! neat! I wanna see them talk. And then they never did. So here is me just writing that because damnit I guess I gotta feed myself huh.

Hints of Byleth pairing with the three lords, but no concrete romance. 

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“Morning,” Jeralt says as he drops heavily on the free seat beside the sunken-eyed kid on the only free table of the dining hall. He’s seen the kid around the Empire’s princess a lot. Always hovering over her shoulder like a keen-eyed cat, except taller and probably had poison coating its claws. From Byleth’s stories, Jeralt can narrow him down to Hubert von Vestra.

Said Hubert von Vestra merely gives him a nod, the frown on his face barely moving an inch.

Ah. The quiet type. Thank the goddess. Jeralt turns back to his meal, which smells heavenly. If there’s one thing Jeralt misses after he left the monastery, it was the meals. He sniffs at his dish. It smells like it had been loaded with some kind of spice that can make his eyes water.

There’s the sound of a clink! beside him, Hubert’s spoon dropping harshly on his empty plate. Jeralt follows his gaze to a spot several tables across them.

The Empire’s princess, the Kingdom’s prince, and Byleth all sitting on the same table.

It sounds like the beginning of a joke.

The sight makes Jeralt snort. “Enjoying the show, kid?”

Hubert, somehow, frowns even more, pulling his gaze from solemn to downright murderous. “’Enjoying’ might be too generous of a descriptor, Captain.” He doesn’t stop glaring at the trio sitting several tables away from them.

Normally, Jeralt isn’t the type to spy on whatever his kid was doing, but seeing as they’re doing it in public, Jeralt has no qualms leaning his chin on his hand as he watches Byleth with an amused smile.

As he watches, Byleth leans back, enjoying their next bite of treacle. That Faerghus princeling, Dimitri, looks more preoccupied by the sight of them eating than his own meal, the boy’s own spoon tilting precariously. At some point, the spoonful of food there is going to fall on the prince’s lap and Jeralt will have no qualms laughing at it. Across them, the Adrestian princess, Edelgard, leans forward just slightly, asking Byleth something with bright eyes, her own meal forgotten.

Goddess, it’s so very obvious those two have a crush.

It’s equally painful and hilarious that Byleth has missed all signs of it. Turns out Byleth had taken after him in the romance department. Jeralt had been hoping Byleth had taken after Sitri’s instead. It was Sitri, after all, who went, “Ah. So I am in love,” and proceeded to terrorize the librarians by speeding through all the books about romance, real or otherwise, and using what she learned to court the shit out of him.

It had been equal parts bewildering and endearing. It had also resulted in a lot of books being confiscated because of their, “inaccurate portrayal of the effectiveness of their courting technique.”

Ah. He truly had the best wife.

Jeralt tucks the pang in his chest deep deep down, and puts on a smirk instead when Dimitri really does spill the spoon on his lap. Dimitri stammers, ears red though he maintains his composure. His royal training didn’t fall short there at least. Jeralt buries his amusement with his first bite of the meal, just to let the kid save some dignity.

“You gotta admit,” Jeralt says after he finishes his meal. “It’s kind of hilarious Byleth doesn’t realize they have two future monarchs wrapped around their finger.”

“Lady Edelgard will not let this distract her from her goals,” Hubert says stiffly.

Weird wording, but okay. Jeralt resists the urge to pat him in the back consolingly. The kid looks like someone shoved a lemon down his throat. It’s a funny look. Were kids always that expressive or did Byleth ruin him with their microexpressions? “I’m sure she won’t.”

Hubert nods, except his face turns even more sour when Edelgard shares her dessert with Byleth, letting them spoon out a bite for themselves. Byleth’s pleased expression – in Byleth’s language, a slight widening of their eyes, lips twitching just enough to show teeth – inspires an answering smile on Edelgard’s face, her own cheeks flushed. The unpracticed lilt of her smile makes Jeralt wonder how often she lets herself enjoy things.

Jeralt doesn’t want to ask. It’s none of his business, and Jeralt has made a habit of not inserting himself into anyone else’s business because it means he won’t be punted face-first into their problems, but Hubert is emitting a murderous aura at his kid, and anything involving Byleth involves him too.

“You okay?” Jeralt asks, because murder aura or not, Hubert is also still a kid. Technically. 20-years-old still felt like a child to him.

“Nothing to concern yourself over,” Hubert says, which kind of makes Jeralt feel more concerned. “I am merely watching out for my Lady’s interests.”

He’s always watching the princess. Jeralt would have worried he was a stalker if it weren’t for the fact that he sometimes sees how the princess relaxes around him, or that sometimes, when she can’t see him, her eyes swerve around her surroundings until she finds a sign of his presence, hidden or otherwise.

“Byleth’s not going to jump her the moment you turn your eyes, you know?” Jeralt points out wryly. “I’m pretty sure they see her more as a kid they have to guide and teach. Come back in, maybe, 5 years or so when she’s years older and not Byleth’s student anymore. Then, you should worry.”

“Hmph.” Hubert looks away from him.

Wait.

Jeralt’s lips twitch, and he resists the urge to laugh. “Are you jealous?”

Hubert’s face spasms, before he finally turns away from the trio to glare at him. “I am not.”

Jeralt coughs, turning his almost-laugh into a very harsh clearing of his throat. “Look. How long have you and the princess known each other?”

“We have known each other since we were children.”

You’re all children to me, Jeralt wants to say. Instead, he goes, “So, A long time, right?”

“Yes.”

“So why are you so… uh, wary over Byleth?” Jeralt knows Byleth is kind of upset that Hubert doesn’t like them. At least, as upset as Byleth can be. They take their new professor thing seriously, and having one of their students dislike them leaves them dismayed at the thought that they’re not doing their job well.  

Hubert smiles, though it looks more like he’s grinding his teeth. “I just find Lady Edelgard’s interest in them very.. inconvenient. I am merely looking out for her safety.”

“True, true.” Jeralt nods. “It must be weird, though, to be the Princess’s sole confidant and then, suddenly, she starts to open up to someone new. Someone’ that’s not you.”

Hubert glares at him.

Oooh, did Jeralt hit the target there? Wait, no. Don’t bully the kid. This as a legitimate concern for the brat. It’s kind of adorable to watch him be troubled by something so… petty. What was a few months worth of Byleth’s guidance over their years of friendship and loyalty? He rarely sees a pair more in tune with each other than Hubert and Edelgard are.

“You say you’ve known each other for years now,” Jeralt continues. “Then surely you must know the type of person the Princess is. Is she the kind to just throw out her trust so easily?”

“No,” Hubert admits.

“And is she the type to choose a new acquaintance over someone she has, as you say, known and probably trusted for years?”

“…no.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. What, are you upset she’s not spending as much time with you anymore?”

“Captain, what little respect for you I have will be thrown away if you continue prodding me in this.”

Jeralt rolls his eyes but he backs off anyway. He’s done his best. Maybe now, Hubert will be less… Hubert towards Byleth and By will finally stop being sad about Hubert’s lack of trust in them.

“Hey.” He pushes the kettle closer to Hubert. “Want some?”

“I detest tea.”

“Good, because it’s not.”

Hubert stares at him, black eyes glaringly droll.

Jeralt whips out one of his teacups from the tray and pours the kettle on it. What comes out is a murky black liquid, which Jeralt shows off.

It is definitely not tea.

“Ah.”

Jeralt pours another teacup and places it between them. The smell is obvious now, Jeralt hopes. Byleth did say Hubert preferred coffee.

A flash of Golden Deer yellow catches his eye from the trio’s direction

“Whoop, there’s the other one.” Jeralt gestures back to the trio. Hubert turns to look, face settling into a frustrated groan though he doesn’t make a sound.

Well. Not a trio anymore. That von Reigan kid’s somehow invited himself into the conversation, draping an arm around Byleth as he slides on the free seat beside them. Dimitri smiles at his entrance, though his shoulders are a little stiff, and Edelgard looks incredibly annoyed at the interruption.

Jeralt hides a smirk behind another sipful of coffee.

And so the plot thickens.

Silently, Jeralt slides the cup of coffee closer to Hubert. He accepts it with a grim nod.

–

#Jeralt Reus Eisner #Hubert von Vestra #Fe3h #mw #oh fuck i forgot the tag for my writing again #but anyway #ever get jealous when your friend gains MORE FRIENDS #like you know you shouldnt #but sometimes u do #also edelgard's and hubert's whole shtick is one of my fave things about them #ruthless queen and loyal vassal is *chef's kiss*

[nyerus]

Musings about Mu Qing’s Feelings Towards Xie Lian

Since Mu Qing won the “polls” on twitter last night, I thought I’d bully him a bit and publish this pseudo-meta. I had trouble understanding him at first, until it hit me at some point that it’s not entirely impossible that he may have harbored unrequited romantic feelings for Xie Lian--which helped explain a lot of things.

This is super rough since it’s what I tossed out on one of my discord servers, so it may have some typos/etc. And it’s just my personal interpretation, so take that as you will!

MQ probably felt Some Way™ for XL ever since their childhood days, and you see it during book 2 especially when you get to see XianLe trio's happy background. It's easy to fall in love with someone who essentially pulled you out of the dirt, and then continuously protected you from scrutiny by taking it on to themselves. Easier still when that person is someone like XL. For all that MQ b!tches, he didn't actually hate being XL's servant back then. He didn't mind the work, and he definitely was grateful for the opportunity to be so close to XL, all the time. But what he resented was undoubtedly the fact that his status was so much lower than XL's to the point that XL was completely and utterly unattainable (not just romantically, platonically as well). And his frustration and anger over this often presented itself whenever XL did nice things for him. Because it wasn't that MQ didn't appreciate that, but that it further cemented the idea that XL was beyond reach. XL could do as he pleased, as the crown prince, and it was clear he would never see MQ the way MQ wanted to be seen. An equal, on the same playing field.

CONTINUED UNDER THE CUT DUE TO LENGTH:

And thus when XL fell from grace, MQ had mixed feelings. Finally, XL was off that pedestal, but somehow he was even harder to reach than ever. And it hurt MQ to see him that way--frustrated, reckless, and so so so human. Because it forced MQ to confront the nature of his feelings towards XL and it just wasn't something he could do because he himself at the time didn't understand how he felt, or why. So he LEFT.

But he didn't leave out of malicious intent--he needed space to process, and furthermore, he couldn't see XL suffering. "Maybe I can find a way to fix this." Which is why he probably cultivated like crazy to ascend, so he could drag FX and XL up to middle court, and keep them safe and provided for. MQ is not at all in tune with his emotions at this point, though, so it came off all sorts of wrong. And he's also the type of person to be like "the ends do justify the means" which is why his 'betrayal' on the mountain, with the other heavenly officials, happened at all. He could stand up for XL then, but then alienate himself from the others and hurt his chances at being able to help XL in the long run. Or he could just keep his mouth shut for now and find a way to make it up to XL later. (Which is what he tries, with the food he brings after that.) But he doesn't understand that this betrayal is so fundamentally damaging to XL, because XL has only one thing left at all: the notion that friends will stand by you. MQ already damaged this by leaving, but when he betrayed XL on the mountain, that was the final straw. XL's trust and the last shred of hope he had was shattered. That's why XL lashed out so badly (and would do so later at FX), but MQ didn't understand how important it was once again--because he himself isn't that introspective or good with his emotions. But this event cemented itself in MQ's mind forever. It's the one thing he holds against himself the most, even if he doesn't admit it. Because that's when he broke the person he was trying to fix.

MQ definitely tries to get on with his life after this, and he does, but he never lets it go--because he never lets anything go. And when XL ascends, it's finally his chance to do right by him, but he is still repressed as hell and doesn't know how to do that straightforwardly. He camps in the communication array from the MOMENT XL ascends to look out for news about XL. LW even remarks on this like "wow you seem to have a lot of time on your hands--you've been in the array 24/7 lately." It's because, well, he has. He's keeping watch. And the second he gets the info he needs on XL's first assignment, he (and FX) absolutely yeets down there to help because what else is he supposed to do? He's not gonna let a spiritual energy-less XL fend for himself. He still has a sense of duty towards XL, and that massive guilt he's been carrying around all this time. But he's too proud to admit that he wants to help, so he and FX just disguise themselves and do it anyway. MQ is continuously perceptive during this to XL's situation and is equal parts shocked/taken-aback and oddly satisfied. Once again, XL seems so so so far away. Still unreachable, but now differently so.

Which is why he has SUCH a distaste for HC, moreso than FX does, because HC has managed to weasel his way into XL's life and make himself a somewhat permanent fixture. That's what MQ wanted to be, and was never able to achieve, so “how the hell did HC do that in a matter of days?!” But it becomes clear to MQ, especially around book 3, that HC has already "won" so to speak. (And as an aside--MQ was genuinely upset at the Battle of the Lanterns not because XL won, but because it was such an overt romantic gesture from HC and he knew it. FX was really chill about it because he didn't realize that and also didn't really care. But XL notices that MQ's expression was very dark and unreadable at the time, and it's easy to see why.) When MQ taunts HC at the end of book 3, it's INCREDIBLY revealing. Because he accuses HC of a lot, and a lot of it is straight-up projection too. Which HC immediately recognizes and throws back at him. HC has also probably known from a very very long time, too, because he would know desire for XL when he sees it, better than anyone. (Not to mention the bad blood between HC and MQ ontop of all this! Big RIP there.)

But MQ is, if anything, at least a gracious loser. In a way. In book 5 he admits that he finds XL spectacular, and that he would like to try to be friends from thereon. FX and XL are almost baffled by this because it feels unspoken that they already were, but to me, it always felt like MQ was purposefully re-defining their relationship for himself. Which is a healthy step forward! And by the end of the Ghost King's Birthday extra, he understands that Hualian are a paired set and while it still annoys him, he's coming to terms with it. He's one of the few people that really get even a fraction of Hualian's love for each other, because he knows what it feels like to love XL.

*Keep in mind that these are just my personal musings based on how I chose to interpret things. None of this is confirmed, just fun to consider! This is less a straight-up MQ meta and focused particularly on his feelings towards XL, so I’ve left a lot of things about his characterization out as well. He’s a complicated and interesting character and that would take a whole ‘nother post, whew!

Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far!~ (*¯ ³¯*)♡

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hob #mulian #well one-sided at least #RIP mu qing i feel u bro like has everyone SEEN taizi dianxia #meta #nyerus.txt

[goldencored]

Once the Blackwater Arc is over, h.c tells x.l that h.x had clones hidden all over the Heavens, about 50 to watch over 80 Heavenly Officials and 300 Middle Court Officials. so he has clones everywhere.

And s.qx actually interacts with one of those clones in canon, tossing a pearl to them. given what we know of h.x and his revenge, it’s safe to say s.qx has likely interacted with several clones besides the interaction we’re told about in canon. i think it’s also safe to assume that h.x likely had at least one clone in the watermaster palace and one in the windmaster palace.

which leads me to the actual headcanon—

sqx knew the names of all of her attendants, and had a few close maids pre-fall that she called her wind sprites.

Once she fell, they were all sent to other palaces. And remained there until sqx re-ascended. but burned by betrayal and unsure of who in the heavens to trust (since she does find out about the clones), sqx politely declined the need for attendants at first. her new palace was smaller, easier for her to run on her own, and she didn’t intend to spend too much time in the heavens anyway.

Eventually she’s convinced to at least take her wind sprites back, despite her hesitation. she has to learn to trust them again, because she still is a bit wary. what if one of them is a clone? of course, this is just her being paranoid. there isn’t a clone among her sprites.

She has three so far:

Yi Yi has been with her the longest, so she’s sort of the defacto leader among the trio. A-Xiang joined last, and she’s a little shy. Yun’er is outspoken, and even though Yi Yi is the leader, Yun’er is the “Mom” of the trio.

and of course, depending on the h.x rper i’m interacting with and his relationship with s.qx there may not be anything for her to worry about, since all of his clones may have vanished from the heavens. But like I said, that depends on the h.x!

#「ᴹ」— headcanon ( shi qingxuan )

[thisfoolwrites]

My Altair(final)

Welcome to the end of my four part series. I purposefully left some things so you can use your imagination. I might make oneshots based on events I left out. But thank you guys for the support! DISCLAIMER: The story of Altair and Vega is not mine. It can be found here. Warnings: None Genre: All fluff for this chapter

Masterlist Part 3

Once there was a man named Altair. He lost his parents at a young age. After their death, his brothers decided to split their father's property. Altair, being the youngest, got left with nothing except an old bull. Once he was older, Altair separated himself from his brothers, bought a small field and a few cows, and with the aid of his bull, set himself to work.

{E/C} eyes lit up as they scanned the arena, a large smile on her face. It was the match that everyone had been waiting for. It was by no means the first match she had been to, but she was super excited for it. The arena was packed with fans of both teams all ready to see which team would come out on top. {Y/C} glanced around looking for the person she was supposed to meet. Two fingers poked at both of her sides causing her to let out a shriek. Before even turning around she heard the stupid laugh that she had come to know.

“That's not funny Tetsuro!” she turned and glared at him. Her glare was less than intimidating and this caused the taller male to laugh harder. “Where were you anyway stupid rooster? What happened to waiting at the gate for me?” She questioned the taller male.

“Sorry, I couldn't resist {Y/C}. You were so intrigued with the sight in front of you, you completely passed me.” He replied while wiping tears from his eyes. The two had a mini staring contest for about a minute before the smaller girl broke. “Ha! I win again!”

“You got lucky. Anyway, Will we see you after the match? I know you have to be closer to the court for work, and I promised Akaashi and Udai I'd sit with them and watch the match.” {E/C} eyes gazed into hazel as she waited for an answer.

“Yeah, you know they'd never let me live it down if I didn't come. Besides didn't you say you had big news to share with everyone?” She smiled bright and nodded.

“Yup! So that means you have to be there!” She turned to walk to her seat before stopping and turning to look at Kuroo once again. “Also, make sure Kenma comes as well! Or I'll cut his hair off next time I see him!” she hollered while running to her seat. Kuroo just chuckled and watched her run off. If you had told him five years ago he and {Hana} would be on speaking terms again, he'd call you a liar. By no means did he ever think he could repair their friendship, but somehow she had managed to forgive him. He smiled and turned and walked off to meet up with his colleges.

Akaashi looked towards the entrance to the stands. He was getting fidgety, was she late? He looked down at his hands and starting playing with his fingers. Did she get lost or worse, was she hurt? He was so lost in his thoughts he jumped as he heard her voice.

“Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find Tetsu at first.” He let out a sigh of relief. He looked at her and noticed her eyes already on the court. Of course, looking out for the person they came here for. He noticed her attire and gave a little chuckle.

“Showing some favoritism aren't you, Bokuto?” He teased, causing the girl to turn beat red. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and just smiled. She turned to face Akaashi with a big smile on her face.

“Well of course! Kou went out of his way to buy me one, so I had to wear it today. If you had one you'd wear it too, huh, Kaashi?” She teased back, causing Udai to laugh at the pair. It usually ended up like this when the two got together. They all spoke and caught up for a bit when Akaashi went and got onigiri for the trio. Once he got back and the match started she couldn't take her eyes off the court.

Every time Bokuto's spike was blocked she toyed with the ring on her necklace. It matched the one she wore on her left hand, but since jewelry wasn't allowed on the court, she wore Kotaro's on a chain around her neck. As if sensing her feelings he glanced up to the stands and locked eyes with her, causing both of them to break out in huge grins. He looked more energized and focused on the last set after that, causing  Atsumu to give her a thumbs up in the crowd. Despite not getting his typical “emo” modes anymore, he still loved seeing his wife smile down at him from the stands whenever something didn't go the way it was supposed too.

One Sunday evening, Altair sat down under an oak tree and practiced and old love melody on his flute. All of a sudden, a white dove gracefully swooped down from the sunset painted sky. When the dove landed, it turned into a beautiful young woman. When Altair saw this, he jumped. “Who are you?” exclaimed Altai! “I am sorry to have startled you. My name is Vega, princess of the heavenly skies. I heard you playing and had to come down to learn more. Who are you?” Altair replied, “Princess Vega, my name is Altair, a lowly cow herder.” “Altair the cow herder, you are a beautiful musician! Please play that melody again.” So Altair did, and every day for two months, Vega would descend from the Heavens at sunrise and ascend right before nightfall since Vega, being a heavenly being, was not allowed to interact with mortals.

Bokuto braced himself once he saw a {H/C} blur running his way. He held his hands out to catch her with ease, as if he had been doing this for a whole lifetime. He would catch her however many times she would run to him. He held held her under her thighs to keep her in the air. She in turn wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck, both with a huge smile on their face.

“You did so good out there Kou!” she exclaimed, “That over the shoulder shot was amazing!” He just rested his forehead on her shoulder and listened to her recount the game to him. Her years of being a manger payed off because now she knew all the terms and exactly how to use them. The rest of his team watched the interaction with smiles on their face. Meian cleared his throat and caused Bokuto to stiffen and place his wife on the floor(they both pouted at this). {Y/N} turned her attention to Hinata after that.

“Congrats on your first game Hinata!” she told him with a smile. He smiled at her and gave her a shy thank you. Despite being friends with Kenma for so long, he never really had any interactions with his older sister. He had heard that she had gotten married from Kenma, but never knew it was to Bokuto.

“Congrats to you too as well. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch much over the last few years. But Kenma told me was wedding was beautiful.” He responded. Kenma had also said it was beautiful because he made sure {Y/N} got what she wanted. After the fiasco with Kuroo he never wanted to see his sister cry again, and was glad to see her happy with Bokuto.

“Thank you! It was small, but everything we needed. Anyway, I'll let you guys get changed. Oh also, Kou, Tetsu said he was coming tonight and he will be bringing Kenma!” She told him with a smile before walking back to Akaashi.

“I don't see why I'm not invited Bokuto!” Atsumu grumbled once they were in the locker room. Causing everyone, minus Hinata, to groan. Meian slapped the setter on the back of his head. Bokuto just smiled and turned to him.

“Sorry TsumTsum, {Y/N} said only close friends and family.” He apologized with a smile. Once they had finished getting changed they all walked out and ignored Atsumu's grumblings of 'Were a team so were a family stupid Bokuto'. Once they had gotten outside he scanned the area for his friends. There standing together were Kuroo, {Y/N}, and Akaashi. The latter two laughing at the expense of the tall rooster most likely. It took Bokuto longer to forgive Kuroo than it had been for {Y/N} to. She explained to him that she didn't want to continue hating him. While she had never tried to see things from Kuroo's view, she had never really fought him on his decision to keep their summer a secret. That was on her and that's why she chose to forgive him.

“Hey!” they called breaking him out of his thoughts. They all smiled at him and all negative thoughts vanished. “Kenma called, he’s meeting us at the restaurant. Are you ready to go?” She asked taking her husbands hand. He held his tightly and nodded.

“Yeah! I've been waiting for this all day! Also cant wait to hear your announcement! You've been ignoring the topic all week!” he pouted. {Hana} Just laughed and shook her head as they all headed to the train.

“If I told you already there would have been no need for this dinner you goof.” The other too just nodded.

“I tried getting it out of her before the game.” Kuroo added.

“I asked as work yesterday and she shut me down as well.” Akaashi threw in. {Y/N} Just smiled in victory as they boarded the train to the restaurant.

One day Vega's mother, the Lady of the Sky, got suspicious of Vega's whereabouts. So shge send a messenger to follow her who discovered that Vega was interacting with a mortal. He quickly reported back to the Lady of the Sky. She was so furious that she descended to Altair's field, found Vega, and dragged her back home. Altair was stunned by what he had seen. He started running to find Vega when he heard a voice calling his name. He turned around to see his bull. “Old bull you speak? How? Did Vega give you some of her magic?” Altair asked. Yes. And I know you love her. Get on my back, and we will go to the heavens.” replied the bull. Altair climbed on the bulls back and they took off towards the heavens. The Lady of the Sky noticed, so to stop them, she used her magic to turn the pathway into a river{now known as the Heavenly River or Milky Way). Altair came to the edge of the river and shared a final look with Vega. They both started weeping, wishing there was a way they could be together.

As told, Kenma was waiting outside the restaurant they had chosen. Smiling {Y/N} let go of Bokuto's hand and ran to her bother. He let a small smile grace his face and gave her a hug. After the “incident”, as it had been dubbed, the two had gotten closer. He made sure to ask what she wanted to do instead of just making decisions for the pair. That's what led him to pay for the wedding, leaving the couple to finance the honeymoon. After the initial greetings, they made their way inside and to their table.

Small talk was shared, mostly about the game that was just played, and talks about future projects that Akaashi and {Y/N} would be working on soon. She considered herself lucky to have Akaashi working with her at the publishing company with her. The boys at the table ordered some beer and looked at {Y/N} with surprise when she declined to have one.

Bokuto knew that with what happened in her third year she didn't drink that much, but at celebrations she usually had one drink. Akaashi figured it out first and just stared at her for a good minute before smiling, giving Kuroo and Kenma the final push they needed to figure it out. The three boys turned to the fourth watching the gears in his head work. Despite what people would like to believe, Bokuto is not dumb. However, after a four set game, his mind was working pretty slow.

“Oh, by the way Kou,” {Y/N} began with a mischievous look, knowing the others had figured it out, “We need to clean out the third room soon. And we need to start looking into what color we want to paint it.” With that final nudge, it clicked. Bokuto dropped his chopsticks and just stared at his wife. Tears welling up in his eyes before he moved over and hugged her. She hugged him back, tears of her own in her eyes.

“I know we haven't been married that long, but I know you'll make a great dad.” she whispered to him softly, looking to the others, who also had tears in their eyes. No words needed to be spoken in that moment the congratulations written in their eyes. In high school she had tried to find her Altair, not knowing that he would find her in the end.

When Vega's father, the Emperor of the Sky, saw their love, he became sympathetic. Hoping to fulfill his love, he created a wide bridge of magpies across the river. Now, Altair and Vega wait for the day they cross the river and are together once more.

Taglist: @samkysnks​ @aurorahoneybuns​

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #kenma kozume x sister reader #kenma kuzome #reader insert fanfiction #bokuto koutarou x reader

[fortune-maiden]

3 Sentence Ficathon V

Fifth 3 Sentence Ficathon roundup! :D

will this be the last one? xD

3 TGCF, 1 MDZS, 1 Judgment

Any, any, "mistakes were made" (TGCF, Ling Wen)

Sometimes Ling Wen wondered why she still bothered. Though she’d known from the beginning that the other gods would never let her take the mantle of Heavenly Emperor (because she was a traitor, certainly not because she was a woman, not that nonsense anymore, oh no), surely it would have been a good show of newfound appreciation to at least ask her for some suggestions before using the newly rebuilt Heavenly Capital as the stage for an all-out battle royal to determine the next ruler.

Well, no matter, Ling Wen thought; having put in an accounting system in place the moment the first palace collapsed, she simply tallied up the damages and politely informed the losers (and eventual winner) of their bill.

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Any, any, a territorial dispute (TGCF, Xianle Trio)

Whether due to poor planning, poor forethought, or poor understanding of human fickleness and competitiveness (or all of the above), the southern territory wasn’t split quite neatly down the middle when it was decided that Feng Xin and Mu Qing would share it, and as a result, over the many centuries, there were quite a number of squabbles.

Not from Feng Xin and Mu Qing though (usually) – they couldn’t care less which border town worshiped whom – but now they really wished their followers could hurry up and decide and stop sabotaging each other (even if it was usually funny), if only so his Highness Xie Lian would stop looking like he was about to make all of them train idioms to settle it.

(It had been 800 years - Feng Xin and Mu Qing were horrifically out of practice and would rather die than let the other know it.)

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Any, any, secrets have a way of coming out (TGCF, Jun Wu) (SPOILERS)

If one wanted to keep a secret, one needed to not tell a heavenly official – or even be a heavenly official. Jun Wu often wondered if they thought they were being clever or even subtle – that no one would notice the sudden arson of Jing Wen’s temples and the absence of certain lower court officials for the duration; or how Shi Wudu, almost overnight, went from obsessing over his little brother’s safety to letting him run around freely; or even how Little Pei immediately volunteered to take charge of the area that made him famous and defensively refused any offers of help investigating the mysterious disappearances that began shortly after.

If someone noticed, they didn’t care; if no one noticed, even better – it would make things so much easier when those secrets finally and accidentally did come out…

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The Untamed, Jiang Cheng, black and white

Sometimes Jiang Cheng missed the war.

Not the war part of the war (he wasn’t an idiot), but the simplicity of it – the Wen sect was the bad guy, and anyone opposing them wasn’t.

During the war, no one would tell him his brother was a villain for using an unorthodox cultivation style, and he wouldn’t have to think about the Jin sect’s thinly veiled power grabs while they funded Lotus Piers’ reconstruction, and gave his sister her happily ever after.

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Any, any, an unexpected cat (Judgment, Yagami Takayuki)

Yagami Takayuki wasn’t quite sure when or even how it started. It certainly wasn’t bad for business (gave them a bit of a reputation even), but he still never quite knew how to react when he would give clients his surveillance photos, and the first thing he’d hear, without fail, was -

“Oh look, a cat!”

#3 sentence ficathon #three sentence ficathon #tgcf #mdzs #tian guan ci fu #judgment #judge eyes #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #fortune's fanfics

[thewhizzyhead]

Everything-I-Love-About-Courtney-Stapleton

(I finally got the time to do this woo) (incoherent rambles: courtney stapleton edition) +SO WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN + I love her, she’s the one i scream about the most here on tumblr + Also i love her hair + SHE IS SO PRETTY OKAY HAVE YOU SEEN HER SMILE? THE PRETTIEST THING + The way she just glows up when she’s happy (someone on anon mentioned something about the bgt live when Grace called her hunky (i think?) and courtney just went all smiles so there’s one of the many examples) + ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE TALKS ABOUT HER GIRLFRIEND (reference: showtoons insta takeover) + speaking of which COURTNEY AND HER GIRLFIREND THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER (reference: all of their pics and their covers) + what makes this even better is that Eloise May Davies is a musical theatre actress too so power couple? power couple + their covers together are the best go check them out on their instas + The heart eyes they give each other on “You’re One of the Few Things that I’m sure of” cover + Also Courtney’s covers are amazing check them all out on her insta (my personal favorite is that one Sara Bareilles song sorry-can’t-remember-the-title where there is a really powerful belt and Court just kills it she’s amazing) + ALSO HER VOICE! it can go from very light and beautifully soft to absolutely powerful + Which brings me to the Queens she plays and wow i love her takes on every single one of them + Aragon: THE POWER!!! GOD THE POWER SHE BRINGS! Also her comedic delivery is spot on every single time! The sass! The confidence!!Also her climax of No Way is heaven-sent I love it + Seymour: So this one made me cry and rethink all my life decisions. Soft Court is the best! She brings a new layer of warmth and softness to the table and at the same time there is a lot of power in her voice, albeit a little more nuanced compared to the other roles. Also whistle notes 100000/10 + Cleves: May I present to you, the epitome of the gay panic attack (tm) HER “I’M THE QUEEN OF THE CASTLE GET DOWN YOU DIRTY RASCAL” and “OKAY LADIES LET’S GET IN REFORMATION” IS ENOUGH TO SEND EVERY SINGLE SIX STAN TO GAY PARADISE. COMEDIC DELIVERY ON POINT YET AGAIN! I would pay a hella ton of money to see Courtney Cleves live because if the audio astounded me SEEING IT LIVE WILL BLOW ME AWAY (although sadly the previous Courtney Cleves seems to be her last Cleves perf so um wah) + Parr: OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS HEAVEN SENT. Combine the softness of C! Seymour and the fierceness of C!Aragon and you get this beauty. She starts the song so soft then the fierceness gradually adds up til you get the amazing climax. Her riffs in the climax are kinda like Izuka’s in a way and i love it! Also her vocal inflections her accent her everything make the climax all the more powerful. She delivers it so well wah words cannot describe how much I love her Parr +Howard: OKAY THIS HASN’T SHOWN UP YET BUT I KNOW THIS WILL BE HEAVENLY SO IM PUTTING THIS HERE. THIS WILL BE SO AMAZING AND ALL THE MORE HEARTBREAKING WOOHOO (someone get an audio please I don’t know when but the perf’s this month so umm audio please) + Boleyn: Courtney Stapleton in spacebuns. That’s it. That’s the post. (COURTNEY PLEASE PLAY BOLEYN SOMEDAY PLEASE) + She seems like the most level-headed and least-crack-headerish among the Alternate Trio but in reality our fun-police is a complete child at heart (reference: BGT Lives) + ALSO HER FRIENDSHIP WITH GRACE, VICKI, AND OUR NEWEST ADDITION COLLETTE IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD + Also also I’ve mentioned this before and I’ll mention this again: I love how articulate she can be. She is so well-spoken (is that the word?) and the way she expresses her self wow gold star especially in the Showtoons Pride Month Takeover + So that’s everything i can list at the top of my head for now but believe me words aren’t enough to describe how much i love this gal + so stan courtney stapleton bitches

#YAYYYYYY I FINALLY COMPLETED THE POST #feel free to add more #loving courtney stapleton hours #courtney stapleton #six the musical #catherine of aragon #jane seymour #anna of cleves #catherine parr #katherine howard #anne boleyn #courtney aragon #courtney seymour #courtney cleves #courtney parr #courtney howard #courtney boleyn

[nyctospoilers]

Favorite thing of every world?

Olympus: I really liked exploring olympus as a heavenly city. I liked looking at the gold and marble textures. This game was my FIRST PS4 game ever so I was surprised at the unreal’s textures and details asdfasdf. I also liked that you can tell Sora and Herc are genuine friends. Every other disney world is sora’s first visit, besides pirates, and even that one Sora and Crab Jack are aren’t close. So the chemistry was nice and genuine with Herc.

Twilight Town: I do appreciate the new found detail and the NPCs, but I still think my favorite part were the character’s interactions. I loved the twilight town trio, both ansems, vexen. Just a lot of fun cutscenes in this world

Toy Box: I can’t help but appreciate all the individual detail that went into this world. Every world had detail, of course, but i feel like there’s a difference between details of buildings and forests, and details of individual toys and boxes all with their own labels and price tags. And they all genuinely looked like fun modern toys, not stuff obviously made by adults were out of touch with the times.

Kingdom of Corona: okay this world kinda made me feel like i was playing a barbie videogame but like, a GOOD WAY. idk everything was just so princessy and i fucking dug it. The town, the bunnies and birds, the music, i felt like a little girl again and idk I just liked it :) Esp. because girl games were of course always half-assed, so this was like “here’s your childhood game except GOOD.”

Monstropolis: This and arendelle are a bit harder because I didn’t enjoy them as much (NOT to say I didn’t like them! because I did!). I think I like Vanitas’s role in this world. I like that it’s present him, and no just past vanitas. The use of child negativity was really clever to tie in.

Arendelle: I like a lot of Sora, Donald, and Goofy’s interactions in this world. Sora being cold, Sora being annoyed at going up the mountain again. The trio with Marshmellow and his sad roar of “Elsaaaa :(” Just a lot of fun banter, esp. with Larxene

100 acre wood: Probably Lumpy because I watched the Heffalump movie recently asdfasdf. And I did like the book cover of KH3 sora with pooh

the carribean: I loved that tia dalma had a soft spot for sora. She just like. spoke to him once, knew there was more to him than meets the eye, then made a fake jack and a fake boat so that he could have some fun as a pirate, while still loathing the brethren court. it was great! lmaoo

san fransokyo: I LOVED the part of Sora showing off in the city, which gave everyone inspiration for updating their weapons. Sora was so belittled in this game that when he finally was like “fuck yeah I’m amazing” I was holding up my camera telling him he’s doing amazing, sweetie

Keyblade graveyard: I can’t even fucking answer this one there was too much that I liked about it asdfasdf. maybe that time loops/rewinds were confirmed a thing? maybe the Union Cross keyblade scene? trio reunions? I DONT KNOW!! 

The Final World: I really am impressed with how they pulled off transparent Sora. You could clearly define him, and polygons from the opposite side of the camera weren’t visible so he didn’t look like a big mess. ((I also love that the Memory archives with Chirthy walking around the books with little ripples in her footsteps were reference to The Final World))

scala ad caelum: ugh this is also a hard world asdf. I’m torn between it’s design and connection to daybreak town, and the ending cutscene with sora talking to xehanort atop the tower. or the past scenes with eraqus and xehanort?? IDK TOO MANY

#Anonymous

[femmescripter]

Possible Allerasermic Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Thing

So I was just laying around when this thought hit me. And I figured I should share it with you guys. I should go on record by saying this post is about the Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics verse. So if anyone is uncomfortable with that sort of thing or just not into it then please feel free to leave at any time.  ....Did they leave? Okay! Now for those of you who are all about ABO get ready for the main event. Also I apologize in advance because this will be a pretty long post. That being said I guess you could say this is a plot outline. I’m not really sure so I just call it a thing. Anyway, enjoy!

Shouta doesn’t keep his secondary gender as an Omega secret from anyone. In fact there is a clear marker indicating he is an Omega on his ID. But everyone pretty much forgot, or never noticed. So one day, when he went through a heat-menopause, students and staff members were all shocked.

People were surprised to learn that Yagi is actually a Beta and not an Alpha, because of his commanding presence and what not. However it started to make a lot more sense when everyone considers how humble, loyal and fatherly Yagi is in his behavior. In addition to that his frequent self consciousness, not to say that all Betas are self conscious or that Alphas can’t feel the same way, also explains a lot.

The fact that Yamada is an Alpha was probably the least surprising to his peers and students. Though they’re subtle Yamada expresses Alpha-like traits lots of time. In particular the way in which he shows a more forceful nature when dealing with the press and how he can bring anyone to silence with a hard stare. And of course his booming voice isn’t just due to his Quirk but also due to how he can get everyone’s eyes and ears set to him.

Not going to say much about Endeavor as an Alpha, other than that he is a stereotypical arrogant Alpha bastard who thinks he’s better than everyone else. Well he’s like that regardless but his Alpha secondary gender just adds to it. So yeah, let’s move on.

During the moment Shouta went through his heat-menopause Yamada and Yagi where there. Yamada was immediately entranced by the spicy oak, sweet honey scent that Shouta gave off. And while Yagi couldn’t smell it as well he could detect a heavenly smell and knew it came from the stoic underground Pro-Hero. And as he looked at Shouta the Beta could see he was glowing with a certain handsomeness he’s never noticed before. Before Yamada or Yagi could say anything Midnight came in and immediately took Shouta away to the private Omega Heat-proof Room so he could take the proper suppressants. Even though a menopause-heat won’t affect people as badly as an actual heat it could still rile up the student body and the other Pro-Heroes. After that both the blonde Alpha and blonde Beta became very smitten.

About a week after this occurred, Yagi and Yamada started courting Shouta. However he only responds with indifference to both men. The students of Class 1A then rally up and take sides of the teachers whom they support, leading to the formation of Team Erasermic and Team Erasermight, and do their best to provide both men with support. After another week of waging a romantic war it all comes to a head when Yamada and Yagi face off in the hallway to engage in an epic, pulse pounding, no holds bards...slap fight. Not that they land many hits as they look away most of the time. Shinsou, who took neither side and wants nothing to do with this s**t, sees the silly battle occur and goes off to tell his mentor. Shouta then cuts the slap off short just as the two blondes start pulling each other’s hair and drags them off with his scarf. Once he get’s them to the staff room Shouta first clonks them on their heads, stating that just because he’s an Omega doesn’t mean he is a prize to fight over and win. Both blondes understand this and apologize to the underground Pro-Hero. Shouta forgives them and goes on to say that he actually did make a decision on who he would want as a mate...and it’s both of them.

Left flabbergasted by Shouta’s proposal of a polygamous relationship, Yamada and Yagi now have to start thinking about the pros and cons of pursuing such an exotic union. The two men then decide that, if they truly do want to make this work with Shouta, that they will try to get along better and so hey spend the day together. This leads the two men to learn a lot about each other and they actually start to like each other. And of course, unbeknownst to them, the students Class 1A with the exception of Shinsou follows them around to get all of the juicy gossip down. Later on Yamada and Yagi go to Shouta’s apartment and inform him that they agree to his terms. Shouta gives a rare, genuine smile and a simple nod.

A few days after these events Shouta decides that Yamada and Yagi should meet his friends, a trio of retired fellow underground heroes, who are a committed polyamorous couple so they can get a better understanding of what kind of relationship they will have. Yamada and Yagi agree and meet with the two men and woman. The trio are like a regular bunch of friendly roommates, only more romantic like. They’re very nice and open as they explain how things work in a polyamorous relationship from what they can look forward to with pros and what they should brace for with cons. After the enlightening chat the brunette Omega, blonde Alpha and blonde Beta all leave and go out for lunch. They chat a while more and then Yagi asks when Shouta would like to go out on a date with him and Yamada. After choosing a day that works for all three of them Shouta leaves, and before Yamada and Yagi part ways they share a kiss. Just a little peck on the cheek, but they’re happy about it.

Come the next school day, Eraserhead is doing a class with the students on how to make use of gadgets/suit modifications to use against villains when in combat or during a pursuit. Just then however Endeavor bursts in and interrupts the class, much to everyone’s dismay and Todoroki’s annoyance. Eraserhead is mildly concerned however and asks what the number two hero wants. Endeavor then makes this dramatic rant about how he heard that Eraserhead had accepted All Might’s courtship, and he learned that the stoic Pro-Hero is an Omega. Eraserhead mildly acknowledges the presence of the arrogant man and confirms that he is in fact an Omega and that both All Might and Present Mic are courting him. Endeavor is shocked by this and also seems to get angry at Eraserhead, and has the gull to demand why he would choose a Beta such as All Might over an Alpha like him. The stoic Pro-Hero regards Endeavor with a look of indifference and simply states that he doesn’t owe him an explanation. However, he can’t help but say, any man is better than Endeavor whether they’re Beta, Omega or Alpha. This enrages Endeavor as he grabs onto Shouta’s arm and states that he should be with him, so that they can create a new generation of greater heroes with a powerful combination of their Quirks. Shinsou, as before, sees this disrespectful and potentially volatile scene occur then hurries off to tell All Might and Present Mic what’s going on. The two blondes are furious and go over to give Endeavor a piece of their minds. All three men get into a shouting match before Eraserhead gives a loud shout for them to stop. He then tells Endeavor that his quarrel is with him and that they should settle it in a fight. And he goes on to tell his suitors to stay out of it. Both of the blondes try to stop him but Endeavor agrees so that he can show “how to discipline an unruly Omega”. The students are all very concerned by this but Eraserhead assures them it will be alright.

The scene then moves on to one of the training room arenas and all of the students and the school faculty gather around to watch the impending battle. Everyone worries that Shouta has finally bitten off more than he could chew, yet for some reason Midnight, Nezu and Ectoplasm don’t seem worried. In fact they seem rather confident and oddly smug. But everyone else is very concerned. Especially Yagi, Shinsou and Yamada. Endeavor then starts talking smack at Eraserhead, who merely stands silent despite the verbal abuse and puts on his goggles. The arrogant Alpha wastes no time and blasts his flames at Eraserhead. Everyone screams in horror as Eraserhead doesn’t move and watch him become engulfed in flames. All Might and Present Mic are about to intercede until a large mass leaps out from the large flames. Screams of horror then turned to gasps of awe as they watched what they now realized to be a cocoon of Eraserhead’s scarf, and as the scarf unfurled it revealed a completely alive and well Eraserhead. Endeavor was shocked by this and demanded to know how the underground Pro-Hero was able to deflect his flames. Eraserhead merely grinned and says it’s his own secret, and that he should focus on the fight. Endeavor doesn’t take well to the back talk and shoots more flames at the Omega man. Eraserhead, however, fluidly evades every strike with graceful leaps or by suspending himself from the rafters of the ceiling with his scarf. And the times he is on the ground Midoriya can’t help but notice how his teacher is purposely letting his scarf drag along the dirt ground of the arena. Meanwhile All Might and Present Mic are left in awe at how Eraserhead is taking on an Alpha three times his size all on his own. However Eraserhead’s lucky streak seems to come to an end when Endeavor surrounds him in a cage of fire with little room to move. The Alpha thinks he’s won and walks over to gloat, but the stoic man grins and tells him he made the worst possible mistake. Endeavor is confused by this, as are the students and teachers, until Eraserhead starts spinning along with his scarf. And the fabric begins to kick up the dirt it collected from being dragged along the ground! This results in the surrounding flames being extinguished, which also included Endeavor. The students and teachers start cheering while Midnight, Ectoplasm and Nezu all look proud of Eraserhead. All Might asks the trio if they knew this would happen and they all confirm that they did. Ectoplasm tells them that Eraserhead used that particular scarf trick, one of many he has, as a way to draw Endeavor in before surprising him with a flurry of dirt to extinguish his fire. Nezu goes on to explain that Eraserhead had recently modified his scarf to be flame retardant against heat temperatures equal to Endeavor’s own flames. Everyone looks back to the fight and sees that Endeavor’s flame has been extinguished from all the dirt Eraserhead tossed his way. Then, just before the man can turn his fire back on, the underground Pro-Hero wraps him up in his flame retardant scarf to keep his flames smothered and suspends him from the ground. It’s clear now who has won the fight and everyone cheers for Eraserhead. The stoic man then modestly looks to his students and tells them this is how to properly use uniform modifications to your advantage against a villain. Or, he adds as he looks to a strung up Endeavor with a grin, a fool who underestimates you. All of Class 1A goes up to congratulate their teacher, Todoroki looking upon him with the most gleeful face of all and eyes filled with admiration, and two certain blondes find themselves falling in love all over again.

After thoroughly whipping the Alpha ass of Endeavor all of the Omega students at the UA look up to Eraserhead with a newfound respect. While Aizawa takes the praise in stride he is none the less happy that he can give his Omega students confidence in themselves. While he grades papers he is approached by none other than Aoyama and Tokoyami, both of whom are Omegas. The two heroes in training wish to ask their homeroom teacher for advice on matters of the heart. While Aizawa isn’t an exact expert on such things he agrees to give the younger Omegas the best advice he can. So they go to the rooftop to have lunch while the heroes in training tell Aizawa of their respective problems. For Aoyama he is having self doubt about asking Mina, who is a Beta, on a date because of his secondary gender. And for Tokoyami he is concerned that he isn’t soft-hearted enough to be the “proper Omega” for such a prime Alpha like Mezo. Aizawa listens carefully to the concerns of his students and nods in understanding. He then turns to Aoyama to give him advice for his situation. The teacher asks his student if he has any regrets about his decision to become a hero, and Aoyama says no. Aizawa replies by saying that if he has no doubt with such a major life choice then he shouldn’t doubt himself in any part of his life. Further more, he adds, a real hero cannot submit to doubt both for the sake of civilians and for themselves. So the teacher suggests that Aoyama should take the plunge and ask Mina out. Then Aizawa turns to Tokoyami with advice for his plight. He asks his student if he plays chess to which the young man replies yes. The teacher then describes the “proper Omega” being just like the queen chess piece, in that the Omega must be strong and able to protect their “king”  Alpha just as the powerful queen protects her own. There’s no room for being demure if you’re going to be an Omega and you shouldn’t ever change yourself just to meet someone else’s standards. That said the teacher firmly believes that Tokoyami is perfect for Mezo just the way he is. Both the students are very happy with this advice and hug Aizawa, thanking him. While he tries to act grumpy the underground Pro-Hero can’t help but smile.

And I think I’ll stop it there, guys. This post has gone on long enough. So I hope that you all thoroughly enjoyed this half prompt/half story. If you all want to see more of this headcannon written then you must comment and say so. 

Until next time, my dears, toodles!

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