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xoxoavenger · 29 days

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How to Break a Heart

pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Aphrodite!Reader

summary: Y/N's mother gives her a deadline on when she needs to break her first love's heart, but Y/N isn't in love. Luckily Luke has a plan to fool the goddess; they'll pretend to be in love, and Y/N can break his heart. But these plans never go accordingly.

word count: 4341

warnings: betrayal, no comfort but there is still fluff for most of it

notes: luke castellan has taken over my life i have like 9 drafts so we'll see how this goes (i'm always scared to post for a new character so any love is appreciated greatly)

part 2

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"How did it go?" Luke asked as Y/N walked out of the Aphrodite cabin. Her mother had requested an IM with her, and Luke had waited outside for her. Y/N didn't look too happy, but she never did after a talk with her mom.

"She thinks it's time." Y/N said, and as much as he wished he could read her mind, he had no idea what she was talking about.

"For what?" He asks, following as she begins to walk into the woods. It's clear she just needs to be on a walk to be away from everyone else, but she's letting him tag along.

"She said it's an embarrassment that I'd become an adult and still hadn't broken my love's heart." She says. "But I haven't fallen in love with anyone yet, and I don't wanna break some innocent person's heart." She stops talking when they reach the river, sitting on the wet ground. He thinks about his pants real quick and then sits next to her, wanting to give her his support.

"She gave you a time limit?" Luke asks, knowing the answer. The Aphrodite kids didn't usually go on quests, but this was a quest of its own. She knew the gods couldn't resist making things more difficult.

"Yeah. Four months. As if I could fall in love with someone in that time, let alone here." She grabs a rock and throws it into the current, the splash barely touching them.

"Maybe you don't have to." Luke whispered, looking at her. She turned to him, brows furrowed as she rested her head against her bent knees.

"I don't think my mom is gonna let it slide any further than she already has. The truth is, I've been putting this off for years. She's wanted me to break some pour soul's heart for two years now. Every time she's visited me, it's always 'what about that Hephestas boy?' or 'that Apollo kid looks so nice now.' I don't wanna know what she'll do if I disobey." Y/N admits, taking a deep breath.

"That's not what I meant." Luke smirked, causing Y/N to frown.

"What are you talking about, then?" She asks, sitting up and looking at him face on.

"If we pretend that we're in love - I mean, put on a whole show that convinces the whole camp," Luke says it quietly, as if Aphrodite may be listening to them right now.

"Then I can 'break' your heart and please my mom without actually hurting anyone!" She says excitedly, watching as Luke nods. "You're a genius!" She cried, throwing her arms around Luke. She was so happy to have this weight lifted off her shoulders. He held her back, and it felt nice for a moment.

"So, what's the story?" Y/N asked, leaning back and pulling her knees up and leaning on them gently now, instead of hiding behind them.

"We just have to pretend to be dating. I invited you over here to ask you out, so we'll walk back to camp holding hands." He said it so simply, she just nodded.

"What about kissing? Won't they get suspicious?" She asked, making Luke chuckle.

"We can figure that out later." He told her, and she just nodded. "For now, we only have to convince our friends."

"And the olympians." She shrugged.

"Only your mom. The rest of them won't care." Luke told her, standing up. He reached out a hand to help her up, and she took it. He then switched hands to hold her's, interlacing their fingers. Y/N had held hands with many boys, being a daughter of Aphrodite, but for some reason Luke's felt different. She was holding the hand he used to fight with his sword, calloused but somehow smooth. She looked at him, and for a moment she wondered if this would work. It was crazy to lie to a god, even if the goddess was her mother. Could she really pretend to be in love and break his heart? Would they still be friends afterward?

Luke squeezed her hand and smiled, and she felt relief flow through her. If there was anyone who could pull this off, it was Luke.

"We got this." He told her, and she nodded.

They walked to camp, hand in hand, and Y/N knew immediately that this idea would work.

"Oh my God!" Her sister Silena called, immediately seeing Luke and Y/N. "Uh, I knew it!" And Y/N pushed down the urge to roll her eyes. She could have come out of the woods with anyone and Silena would have claimed to have seen it coming.

And just like that, everyone knew they were together.

For about a month, they got away with just hand holding, hanging out a little more than regular, going on a couple night walks. But on one of their night walks, Luke brought up what she had been thinking.

"We have to kick it up. If we want people to think we really fell in love in four months, we have to be inseparable." He told her.

"Silena has already caught on. We have to make it look like we got caught doing something." She had been thinking about it, not wanting to go there, but they both knew there was no way around this. They had to make it believable. Everyone had to believe them for this to work.

"The Hermes cabin." Luke nodded, but Y/N furrowed her brows.

"But your cabin is like, never empty." She told him, concerned.

"Anyone who finds us in the Hermes cabin will tell everyone immediately. And we will get found basically as soon as we're in there." He had definitely thought about this.

"We'll get in trouble." She tells him, looking to the side at the water.

"Us getting in trouble for getting caught in a cabin alone together?" He smirks, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, I'm sure your mom will be really angry." When she turned to him he was smiling, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"You're a genius." She almost kisses him, because that's what she would do in the situation, but then she remembered they're not actually dating. She was almost embarrassed, but then she realized.

"We can't do this without ramping our relationship up a bit." She tells him, and he thinks for a second. He turns to the trees, and the smile is on his face once more.

"The younger kids are watching." He whispered, making her blush. Of course their younger siblings would be watching their romantic walk. "If it's okay with you," He mutters stopping and turning to her. He takes her other hand. "I can kiss your cheek. Or we," She drops is hands and grabs his face, bringing his lips to hers. She knew they'd have to kiss in front of everyone sooner or later, and clearly Luke was freaking out a little bit. She felt his hands go to her torso, high above her waist but just a little below her bra line. It made her heart race just a little bit.

Their lips moved in tandem, much more than any first kiss she's ever had before. She forgot everything as one of her hands slipped from his face to his chest. One of his slipped to her lower back, the other going to the back of her head. They broke for one second to reposition, but for some reason it was too much for her. She curled her fingers into his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and brought him closer once more. She could feel him smile as he curled his fingers in her hair to position her better.

All too quickly, they separated. Y/N blinked a couple times, trying to clear her brain.

"I think they got the hint." He tells her, and she could only stare at him and try to figure out what he just said.

"Yeah," She whispered, realizing he was talking about their rouse. Of course, the only reason they had kissed was to get the camp talking. "They'll definitely be talking about that."

She didn't want to think about how upset she was, or why she was upset. This was fake - everything with Luke was fake.

"We should head back before Chiron comes and puts us on probation or something." She said, watching him nod. She let him lead her back to her cabin, where he gave her a kiss and a wink outside her door.

She was in trouble.

The next day, they met up to watch the kids make friendship bracelets. Luke had already made a deal with Travis, and no one noticed when the two left.

"We have a couple minutes until everyone comes in." He tells her, and she nods. He walks over to his bed, the single one in the corner of the huge cabin. Y/N has never seen it completely empty, and when she looks around it seems too quiet.

"How do you wanna," She mutters, heart pounding. She's nervous, and it's obvious.

"Hey," His voice is quiet, and she looks over at him. "We don't have to do anything that you don't wanna do." His hand goes to her har, pushing her hair out of her face a little bit. She had to force herself not to look away.

"We have to." She mutters, a sad frown on her face. They both knew she didn't have a choice for this.

"But we can just get caught alone." He assures her, sitting back on his bed. Y/N stays where she is.

"No, it has to be more. We have to convince everyone." She is convincing herself too, that she has to do this. She doesn't go on quests, and this isn't even courageous. This is something her siblings do for fun. She can do it for her mother.

"Okay," He tells her, grabbing her hands. She's about to ask how they should be set up, but then there's footsteps on the stairs. Before she can think, she practically pounces on Luke. She's straddling him, pressing him against the bed. Their hands became untangled and his go to her waist, lower than their first kiss. She hears the door open, and her heart freezes.

What are they doing?

Before she can mess up the entire plan, Luke leans up and presses their lips together. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, just letting them hold her up while Luke's venture under her shirt.

"Oh my gods!" Y/N and Luke separate with wide eyes. They were planning on getting caught, but not by her.

"Annabeth?" Luke whispers, turning to see his sister in the doorway, hand over her eyes.

"Shit," Y/N curses, getting up. She realizes her shirt is all scrunched, so she pulls it down.

"What a weird camp." The kid next to Annabeth says. Y/N notices him for the first time, a short kid that looked like he was enjoying this drama. He has to be new, because she's never seen him around and definitely never with Annabeth.

"This is strange." Ananbeth crosses her arms and squints. Y/N feels like she can see right through them.

"Oh, Chiron is not gonna be happy." The kid says, smiling. Before Y/N can argue that neither of them would tell the centaur, he walks up behind them.

"That assumption would be correct, Mr. Jackson." She has to remind herself that this was the plan, that they wanted to get caught.

"Chiron," Y/N says, looking up at him as he walks into the wide door frame. Annabeth and the kid move to let him in, also showing Y/N and Luke the amount of people behind him, waiting to see the

"This is unexpected from you two." He says, and Y/N can feel herself second guessing this plan. She doesn't like to be scolded by Chiron. Luke grabs her hand as if he knew what she was thinking.

"We're sorry, Chiron." Luke started, taking a deep breath.

"But we're not kids anymore," Y/N starts, the confidence coming from no where. "And sometimes we need time on our own." She can feel everyone's eyes on her, including Luke's.

"We can talk about this in the Big House." Chiron was clearly peeved, but she knew he couldn't get that mad. Everyone knew why Luke and Y/N stayed even though they were the oldest campers; they would be dead in the real world.

"You're up to something." Annabeth says as everyone leaves.

"I'm always up to something." Luke smirks before looking at the new kid. "I'm Luke."

"I'm Percy." The kid says, looking over at Y/N.

"Y/N." She nods, a small smile on her face. She looked at Annabeth, who knew something was up. She had to ramp it up.

She put a hand on Luke's shoulder and kissed his cheek, squeezing his hand and leaving. It had to be enough for now.

As it turned out, Annabeth went on a quest a couple weeks later, so they didn't need to worry about convincing her. But Luke was practically sick with worry for her wellbeing, and Y/N wasn't much better. Her deadline was coming up, and she was actually dreading it.

She was enjoying Luke's presence, enjoying the touches and the attention. She knew it was her mother's powers making her feel this way, but part of it was just her. She actually looked forward to waking up and going to see Luke. She thought about the night that they had fallen asleep in the warm sand, his chest cushioning her head. His arms were around her, and when they were caught in the morning she didn't even care about Chiron's second warning. Luke had snuck them desert anyway.

It helped calm her down from worrying about the kids on a quest, the fate of which would in turn decide the fate of Camp Half-Blood. She hated the feeling of war in the air, the campers fighting. Luke's comfort helped that situation as well. He would always grab her close, making her anxiety calm down and her mind quiet. She had taken to hanging out with him away from everyone's eyes, aside from plans to get caught. They would lay in the strawberry fields, looking at the clouds. Sometimes she would fall asleep, giving away the fact that she couldn't sleep in her own bed at night. As soon as Luke realized this, he made the Aphrodite cabin swear to secrecy when he would sneak in. They were great at keeping secrets when it helped their sister's love life, and her health. She had gotten so used to Luke sleeping in her bed, it was weird to think there was a time when he wasn't.

The first time it happened, she had almost jumped out of her skin.

It was right before the kids left, when everyone started to get uneasy about the Lightning Bolt. She had made a random comment that day when her and Luke were sitting on the dock, because she was too tried from her lack of sleep. They had been 'dating' for two months now, and even before she would tell him these things as his best friend. She had almost fallen asleep with her head resting against his shoulder, and he had shaken her awake. She stumbled to her cabin, not even wanting to tell her siblings about the night, but she couldn't sleep.

Everyone knew she had problems sleeping, so they tried to be as quiet as possible. They let her keep her window open, even though it dried their skin. And though her body was absolutely begging her to sleep, her mind wouldn't turn off.

She jumped out of her skin when she heard Luke's low voice.

"Thank the gods your window is already open." She shot up, heart racing. She looked over to see Luke climbing in. "And also thank the gods you live on the bottom bunk." His voice was so quiet she could barely hear, but at least she knew her siblings wouldn't hear. She knew they would never tell Chiron, since they loved a good relationship.

"What are you doing?" She asked, eyes wide and a smile playing on her face. His scar shown in the moonlight as he sat on the windowsill, taking off his shoes. He handed them to her, and she put them down gently on the ground before lowering himself down on her bed.

"I'm gonna help you sleep." He told her, looking at her in a way that made her heart race just a little. Even in the little privacy, where no one could see them, he was caring for her.

"You don't have to." She turned her head down, feeling self conscious in her bonnet. He smiled at her.

"I want to."

The two settled in, Y/N lifting up the covers for Luke to come under. They switched positions so she could sleep next to the wall, his arms around her immediately. She felt so secure and safe in his arms, more relaxed than she had felt in weeks. He settled his face against her head, giving the softest kiss to her forehead. So soft she was questioning it as her mind drifted away.

When she woke up, she was in his arms. The sun was up, and it was much later than she had woken up in the past month.

"Tell him I went on a walk. And she's sick." Luke was whispering, his voice rumbling in his chest that Y/N was laying against. Given the small size of the bed, they were entangled. Her legs were fused with his, her torso stuck between the wall and Luke's body. Her hand was entangled into his sleep shirt, and she didn't untangle it because that would have given up that she was awake. And she wanted to stay like this a little longer.

And she was enjoying the warm light and the nice morning.

"You know he'll come in here anyway." A boy was saying, but Y/N didn't want to listen. Without thinking, she rubbed her face into Luke's shirt, trying to get more comfortable. She rubbed a leg against his, shifting and sighing.

"If you wake her up," Luke's voice sounded venomous, and it made her start to smile a little. Her head felt so light but also so heavy in a good way. She didn't think she could feel that way.

"Fine, I'm gone." The guy said, and Y/N heard his footsteps walk away. She stretched for a second, settling down so that her leg was thrown over his and she was more on top of him than against the wall. Her hand relaxed, still holding onto his shirt but not as tightly.

"You awake?" Luke whispered so quietly for a moment he didn't think she heard him.

"No." She said quietly, feeling her breathing even out.

"Alright." He brushes his hand against her back, soothing her even more. "Let me know when you're awake."

All the Aphrodite kids were working overtime to make sure that Chiron never found out that Luke was sneaking into the cabin and also to keep the Hermes cabin from snitching. And also from keeping the harpies from killing Luke.

It was a full-time job.

They usually slept in Y/N's bunk, because her siblings just wanted her to be happy. They all knew that she was supposed to break someone's heart, but they tried not to talk about it. No one else knew about the deadline.

"Can you tell me how you got your scar?" Y/N asked one night, tracing the mark as they laid in bed. She had been getting so much sleep with him that she was able to stay up a little bit with him now and whisper low enough that no one else could hear.

"You don't wanna hear about it before it before you go to bed." He whispers, eyes going dark and hand grabbing hers, stopping her from touching it. Her heart drops, and she feels like a little kid scolded.

"You never told me." She mutters, not wanting to push but wanting to know. They'd gotten so close now that she wanted to know everything about him before she no longer had an excuse to be around him all the time.

Oh gods, how was she going to sleep without him?

"You're already overthinking." He whispers, and she just huffs and tries her hardest to turn from him while his arms are around her and she's also stuck between him and the wall. For a moment she thought about throwing herself over him and getting up, just to prove a point, but she knew that was taking things a little too far.

"I just wanted to be there for you like you are for me." She knew that didn't have nightmares like most demigods did; at least, if he got them, he hadn't had any since he'd been with her. But she also knew no one could deal with everything on their own, and if he wasn't telling her, who else was he telling?

"I'm okay." He tells her, settling in and making her start to get comfortable again. She stretched, leaned against him and let her eyes close, trying to forget about his scar.

Something about the conversation rubbed her the wrong way.

The kids returned and the war was avoided, and now Annabeth seemed to have her own relationship problems. It made Y/N relieved, then sad, because she remembered that her own relationship was fake. In a few short weeks, she would have to 'break' Luke's heart. But that was in the future, and she could put it off as long as she could. She didn't want to have to break his heart, because she had a feeling it would only break her's.

Everything had been going great until her mother showed up.

This time, it hadn't been an IM. This time, her mother was waiting for her in the strawberry fields where she was supposed to meet with Luke.

"Mom?" Y/N asked, not sure if she was seeing correctly. Her mother's beautiful face brightened, and Y/N just blinked. She had never met her mother in person.

"My favorite child." Her mother said, making Y/N's eyes widen. She thought Silena was her favorite child. "I am so proud of you."

"What?" Y/N had been planning on talking to Luke about their breakup tonight, but her mother thew her off.

"You've broken the most talented swordsman's heart! The pain, oh, it almost breaks my own heart." Aphrodite put her hands over her own heart, and Y/N just furrowed her eyebrows.

"But, I haven't broken Luke's heart yet." Y/N says, thinking about how weird Luke had been acting when he asked to meet her there. She thought it was about them breaking up, but what if it was something else. Could he tell that she had fallen?

"No?" Her mother looked genuinely confused. "I sense such distress, such a hole of love in his heart." Y/N had never seen a god confused, and she didn't like this.

"Something's wrong." Y/N muttered, flinching when fireworks began to be set off.

"Yes," Her mother said gravely, grabbing her daughter's hand. "I will help you find him and set this right." She said it as if Y/N was supposed to break his heart over the pain he must've been feeling. Before she could protest, her mother was teleporting her. She ended up in front of Luke in the forest, her mother no where to be found. Luke looked angry, his sword was pointing right at her. It was actually pressing lightly into her chest, which made no sense. Luke would never do that.

"Y/N?" He asked, eyes widening. The anger melted away a little bit, but he still didn't look like the version of him she knew.

"What are you doing?" She asked, watching him lower his sword but not his guard. His eyes caught on something behind her, and she turned.

Percy was standing there, eyes wide and scared. He had his own sword in his hand, arms lifted in defense.

"Get out of the way, Y/N." Percy said, sounding older than his twelve years. It scared her, seeing this kid forced to mature.

"What are you doing?" She repeated, turning back to Luke. His expression had hardened slightly, but it still wasn't as angry as he had been when she first showed up.

"You don't want any part of this." Luke's voice was deep and dark, and Y/N felt her heart drop to her stomach.

"What have you done?" She rephrased, eyes wide as the fear sprinkled through her body in cold waves.

"What I had to." Luke said, as if that explained everything. "The gods are against us. They need us, but they don't care about us. I mean, have you ever even spoke with your mom is person?" He was trying to use her, and it hurt her feelings.

"I just did." She said quietly, turning fully to Luke. "And she told me you were heartbroken." She reveled at the shock that washed over his face.

"She must have been feeling someone else." Luke answered, and Y/N just shook her head.

"Luke, please." She walked toward him, grabbing his free hand. "We had something. We were pretending to date but you can't tell me you were acting the whole time." She felt tears in her eyes now. "Luke, I love you." She whispered finally. Filling the silence was the wind in the trees, the distant sound of fireworks. But not Luke's voice. He stayed quiet for a moment.

"It'll pass." He tells her quietly, tilting his head.

He might as well have stabbed her, the words hurt so bad. Using her shock, he threw his sword up, and not even letting go of her hand he caught it the opposite way, using the bottom to hit her head and send her to the ground.

"Goodbye," He muttered as he let her hand slip from his, stepping over her to face Percy.

Y/N could hear the breaking of her heart as she let her eyes close.

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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This request is actually inspired by my fic I'm writing and I wanted to see your interpretation of the scene.

Tav is the daughter of a well known pirate, basically the black beard of Baldur's Gate, but after an attack that lead to her father and alot of the crews death she roamed Baldur's Gate until the mindflayer thing happened.

Currently, she and everyone are at a tavern, celebrating another successful quest and honestly still being alive when she hears a familiar song and she sees four old crew members (family) she thought was gone. What is your interpretation of the scene, how would Astarion would react to the news, and seeing her reuinte with her family?

I did not expect this to turn out as long as it did lmao

Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader (can be read as gn)

Warnings: fear of abandonment, alcohol/drinking, swearing

Word Count: 2,123

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The tavern was lively and bustling on the evening you and your companions squeezed in, the sun beginning to paint the sky in dramatic colors as it sets. Almost instantly, your party's spirits are lifted - yours included.

Finding a table for 7 people is no easy feat, but you manage to snag one in the corner. Drinks were served around, jokes about the battle you’d just endured and old stories of lives before the Illithid threat fill the air with an easy camaraderie. It reminds you of your father's ship, of the crew that raised you. Thinking about them again left a bitter taste in your mouth. Astarion must have noticed the distant look in your eye. He reached under the table for your hand, interlacing your fingers easily, and trying to catch your eye.

You smile at him, but your eyes are still glazed over. “I’m just thinking about my family, is all,” you tell him, as though it’s as mundane as thinking of what one needs to get from the market to make dinner. You’d told him of your father, his crew, the ship - and what happened to it. It’s been months, but it’s still too fresh. You still wake up in the dead of night from visions of colossal waves that pull your head under, and screams cut short with the slice of a cutlass. “This… reminds me of them.”

He offers a concerned smile, though it comes out as more of a grimace. “I’m flattered we remind you of drunken sailors,” he drawled sarcastically. It worked to get a laugh out of you, if nothing else.

“Drunken pirates,” you correct. He watches the smile slip, your eyes become distant once more, water pricking at the corners.

Astarion had a… complicated relationship with family. He couldn’t remember his parents, and the “family” Cazador provided were less-than-welcoming at best. As such, he never really knew how to comfort you in times like these. Not that he knew how to comfort anyone, really, but he wanted to try, at least.

“Gods,” you sigh, choked with emotion, “I miss those daft fools.” You lean your head against his shoulder. He maneuvers to wrap his arm around your middle, holding you close, and takes your hand again. “We used to celebrate like this,” you mumbled. His elven ears picked it up easily. “We’d drown the night in ale and groan about it in the morning. Played knife-throwing games as our visions start to spin and double. Sing songs at the top of our lungs, like screaming it would scare away any monster at sea.”

You sigh again. Though he can’t see your face, he can see when you use your free hand to wipe your eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be burdening you with this.”

“Darling,” he hums, squeezing your hand, “we are technically in this together. Your burdens are mine and all that. In any case, you’ve carried all of our burdens, even when you didn’t have to. I’m only returning the favor.”

“Thank you.” You lift your head from his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He grins, all too pleased with the simple affection you lavish on him. “Now, enough wallowing.” You clear your throat and grab your tankard. “This is a celebration. And I intend to be too drunk to walk before the night is out.”

He sighed dramatically, lifting his goblet of wine. “And I suppose I’ll be the one to carry you back to camp?”

You smirk up at him, a glint in your eye. Like this, he can imagine you as the pirate you are. Swashbuckling and taking down other ships, climbing up ropes to the top of the sails, peering out from the crow’s nest for any sign of adventure. Dry land did not suit you, he thought.

But then came the thoughts that always followed. If you did return to the sea, to your old life with a new crew, after these tadpoles are removed, he couldn’t follow. The only reason he’s safe from the sun and the burn of running water was because of the damned, wriggly things. He couldn’t follow you onto a ship to be locked away in confined cabins until night, or help if the waters chose to fold over the deck in great big waves, threatening to take down the vessel. He couldn’t have that life. Not with you.

Your head was thrown back, neck bobbing with each gulp of shitty ale. You did not see the pain on his features those thoughts brought him. He tossed back the last of his wine.

You stand and gather the empty mugs of your companions, bright-eyed and ready for round after round (Karlach only encourages this.), when something sounds across the tavern. It’s a rather large establishment, and the bustle of other patrons covers up everything. But it’s there. Loud and boisterous and-

You rush to step over the bench and find the source of the noise. Astarion frowns and chases after. He’s right on your tail as you push through drunkards with half-formed “Excuse me”s and “Coming through”s. As you get closer and closer, the sound becomes clearer. It’s not just noise - it’s singing. A cacophony of voices all singing together.

You squeeze past a barmaid, nearly knocking the drinks from her hands, but the apology is lost when you see a table full of drunken pirates. One starts to take a swig mid-song, when his eyes land on you. He’s on his feet - Is that a peg leg? - in an instant, dropping the tankard carelessly to the table.

“Tav?” he gasps. The rest fall silent, turning around to see what the man was gawking at. They thought he was imagining it, as he’d done time and again since the attack. They all leapt up and rushed forward when you were more than a figment of their alcohol-addled minds.

Astarion was pushed aside as a horde of pirates surrounded you, hugging you and ruffling your hair and all speaking hurriedly with worry and joy. He can’t ignore the pain in his chest, as though someone had driven a stake through his heart. You hugged each one, misty eyed. Questions fell ceaselessly from your lips as you asked how they survived, what happened, what they’d been doing all this time. And he knew. He knew without a shadow of a doubt. He could not hope to be more important than your family. He couldn’t be the one you chose - not when you’d recounted your friends with tales of the open ocean and your father’s crew for hours.

He quietly backed away. The others ask why you rushed off and what was happening when he returned to grab the bottle of wine. He wasn’t too sure what he said. He’d like to think it was some sort of “They found their family” said with a charming grin, and a simple, but believable, excuse to go back to camp not like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, but like a vampire with things that need doing back at camp. Alone. With a bottle of wine.

Your eyes are red and your smile is about to burst off your face when you drag your pirate family over to meet your companions. You’re bouncing on your feet with energy, introducing everyone and nearly crying again when the pirates embrace everyone like family. Your heart is soaring when you look around for Astarion, searching around the table, the bar, the crowd. And it starts falling when you don’t see him anywhere.

“Hey, have any of you seen Astarion?”

Gale groaned as he was released from a bone-crushing hug. He winced as he held his shoulder. “He said he was heading back to camp.”

Your heart crashed firmly against hard cement, leaving cracks in the foundation. “Back to- Why? Did he say why?”

“No,” Shadowheart answered this time, trying not to get caught admiring the intricate braid of another crewmate. “He just took the wine and ran.”

The warm environment suddenly felt cold and unwelcoming. Was he uncomfortable with your family? They were known to be rather callous and loud - maybe they’d scared him off? Was the idea of confronting their family just too stressful for him? Did it bring up unwanted memories? Why… Why did he run off?

You touch an older pirate’s arm, letting them know you’ll be right back. They smile and nod and pull you in for one last hug. It feels bittersweet. You dash off from the tavern back to camp.

When you arrive, he’s uncorking a second bottle of stolen alcohol, frowning and grumbling and pacing. He’s so deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice you’re there until you say his name. He frowns deeply at you. “Shouldn’t you be catching up with your family?” he asks, but it’s bitter and cold.

You frown. “I wanted you to meet them. Why’d you leave?”

He looks away, focusing instead on taking a long drink from the bottle. It’s had no time to air out; he almost grimaces at the flavor. He pretends to read the label. “It was getting a little crowded in there,” he dismisses.

“So you leave without saying anything?”

“Well,” he begins, drawn-out and sarcastic, creating a barrier between you and his emotions, “you were busy. I’d hate to get in the way.”

You huff. “Astarion, please, just tell me what’s wrong!”

“Nothing.” He scowls. He begins pacing again. “Nothing’s wrong! You’ve found your family again! I’m so happy for you.” He spits the word like it burns him to say it.

“Is that what this is about? My family?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?” you plead. “What’s wrong?”

“YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE!” He sighs at his outburst, glaring at the ground. His feet are locked to ground, refusing to move closer or further away - because he can’t decide which would be better. “Once this is over, once we figure out how to remove these tadpoles, you’re going to run back to the sea. To a ship, with your family. And I can’t follow.” He scowls at himself. He hates laying out his thoughts, his feelings. It feels too vulnerable. He feels exposed. “You won’t stay on land.”

You won’t stay with me.

A silent war wages on in your head and in your heart. You’re torn in two directions - forced to choose between the people who raised you, the last fragments of your father and his ship, or Astarion, your vampiric lover. It’s painful.

You step forward slowly, like he’s going to startle and run away like a frightened rabbit. He doesn’t move. And he doesn’t look at you. The bottle in his hand feels too heavy.

“I love my family,” you start. You can see in an instant as his walls come back up. His face, still upset and angry, becomes stoic and defensive. “And I love the sea.” You stop in front of him. “And I love you.”

He closes his eyes, prepared for the rejection.

“I… I had a whole life on the ocean.” Your fingers brush his hand. It twitches involuntarily, wishing to hold you, for just one last moment. When he doesn’t pull away, you tangle your fingers with his. “I want to see what a future on land would be like.”

He swallows. He opens his eyes, but he can’t look at you. He looks instead at your hand in his. “And when you decide a life on a ship is better than hiding in the shadows with me?”

You pull his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. He watches longingly.

“If I decide to sail again,” you accentuate your words with a kiss to the meat of his thumb, “I’ll come back. Over and over again. I’ll sail for a week and stay with you for a month. I’ll sail a month and stay with you a year. I love you, Astarion. And I will always choose you. And when we find a cure for vampirism, you can come with me.”

He huffs a laugh. “I’d be a poor excuse for a pirate.”

“You can scrub the deck.”

He finally meets your eyes with a playful scowl. It softens into something quiet and sad. “I don’t want to tear you from your family.”

You shake your head, stepping even closer. “You’re not, I promise. Now that I know they’re alive, I’ll be damned if I don’t keep in touch. But all they know is the sea. They have no reason to stay ashore - they’re heading out with a new captain next week.” You cup his cheek with your free hand. He sighs and leans into the touch. “I want to stay on land for a while longer.”

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pjoxreader · 1 year

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Masterlist & Rules

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4: One request per ask

5: Readers around the world will be limited to one character!

6: Cannon LGBTQ will either stay non binary reader or with their correct gender!

☀️ Fluff

🌧️ Angst

🌤️ Slight Angst

✨ Headcanons

⛈️ Trigger Warning

🌑 Platonic

❤️ Female Reader

💙 Male Reader

Anon list: ✒

PJO Character.ai Bots:

Frank Zhang 🐻

Leo Valdez 🔥

Charles Beckendorf 💥

Percy Jackson 🌊

Jason Grace ⚡

Leo Valdez:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

Reader Sacrifices Themselves 🌧️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO April Fools Headcanons ✨

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

PJO Characters Reaction to Abused Reader (Platonic) 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian ☀️

Reader Has a Prophesied Death 🌧️

Proposal Headcanons ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Frank and Leo Fighting Over Reader 🌤️

Poly Leo/Reader/Frank ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed ☀️

Twin Reader Meets Leo ☀️🌑

Autistic Reader ☀️

Child Of Apollo With Puppy Crush on Leo ☀️

Daughter of Aphrodite x Leo 🌤️ ☀️

Leo Valdez x Modern!Reader x Percy Jackson ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Reader Disappears 🌤️⛈️

Complementive Reader (Platonic) 🌑 ☀️

Younger Sibling Reader Scared of The Dark 🌑 ☀️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

What Kind of Hugs They Give 🌑 ☀️

What Kind Of Friend They Are 🌑 ☀️

Leo Dating A Brazilian Reader ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

Monster Reader Gets Discovered ☀️

Filipino Reader ☀️

Drunk Reader ☀️ ❤️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack 🌧️ ⛈️

Polynesian Reader (Tongan) ☀️ ❤️

Reader Gets Betrayed by Their SO 🌧️ ⛈️

Powerful Reader Feared By Camp ☀️

Dominican Reader (Leo) ☀️

Frank Zhang:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

Reader Sacrifices Themselves 🌧️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO April Fools Headcanons ✨

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

Possessed Reader 🌤️

Reader Has a Prophesied Death 🌧️

Proposal Headcanons ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Frank and Leo Fighting Over Reader 🌤️

Poly Leo/Reader/Frank ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed ☀️

Former Kronos’ Soldier Reader 🌧️

Autistic Reader ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome ☀️

Reader Comes Back From the Dead 🌧️⛈️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

Deaf/HOH Reader ☀️

Male Reader Being Frank’s Bi Awakening ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Filipino Reader ☀️

Russian/German Reader ☀️

Frank Zhang x Dominican reader ☀️

Percy Jackson:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

Reader Sacrifices Themselves 🌧️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO April Fools Headcanons ✨

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

PJO Characters Reaction to Abused Reader (Platonic) 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Ex-Reader Saves the Boys (1) 🌤️

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest (2) 🌤️

Percy Waits For Ex-Reader to Return (3) ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Step Sister Reader Struggles With Substance Issues 🌤️ ⛈️ 🌑

Child of Neptune Reader Meets Percy (Platonic) ☀️ 🌑

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed ☀️

Former Kronos’ Soldier Reader 🌧️

Sibling Reader Calls For Help 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Leo Valdez x Modern!Reader x Percy Jackson ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Pessimistic Reader About the Gods ☀️ ⛈️

Modern World Reader Helps Beat Kronos 🌤️

Complementive Reader (Platonic) 🌑 ☀️

Percy Protects Half-Sibling Reader 🌑 🌤️

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

What Kind of Hugs They Give 🌑 ☀️

What Kind Of Friend They Are 🌑 ☀️

Deaf/Hard Of Hearing Reader ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

French Reader (Romantic) ☀️

Drunk Reader ❤️☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Percy Meets The Only Son Of Ares ☀️

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack 🌧️ ⛈️

Snuggling Reader’s Chest ❤️ ☀️

Percy x Electric Guitar Player Reader ❤️ ☀️

Percy x gn! S/o who listens to Melanie Martinez ☀️

Reader Gets Betrayed by Their SO 🌧️ ⛈️

Belmont Reader

Powerful Reader Feared By Camp ☀️

Percy & Younger Sister With Nightmares 🌑 ☀️

Poly Percabeth x Touch Starved Reader ☀️

Annabeth Chase:

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PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Best Friend With Annabeth HC’s ☀️

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO Characters Reaction to Abused Reader (Platonic) 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Proposal Headcanons ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Reader’s Cat Hates Them ☀️

Sibling Reader Calls For Help 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Reader Disappears 🌤️ ⛈️

Parental Figure Reader 🌑 ☀️

French Reader (Romantic) ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Indian Reader ☀️

Poly Percabeth x Touch Starved Reader ☀️

Hazel Levesque:

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PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Possessed Reader 🌤️

Reader Has a Prophesied Death 🌧️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Former Kronos’ Soldier Reader 🌧️

Hazel With Female Reader ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome ☀️

Parental Figure Reader 🌑 ☀️

Complementive Reader (Platonic) 🌑 ☀️

Reader Sings Them a Lullaby ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Jason Grace:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

Ex-Reader Saves the Boys (1) 🌤️

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest (2) 🌤️

Possessed Reader 🌤️

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Step Sister Reader Struggles With Substance Issues 🌤️ ⛈️ 🌑

Reader’s Cat Hates Them ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Reader Disappears 🌤️ ⛈️

Pessimistic Reader About the Gods ☀️ ⛈️

Reader Comes Home From a Long Quest ☀️

Jason Returns Back To Camp With No Memories of Reader 🌧️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

Deaf/Hard Of Hearing Reader ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

Jason x Daughter Of Poseidon Reader ☀️

Monster Reader Gets Discovered ☀️

Drunk Reader (Fem) ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack 🌧️ ⛈️

Mortal Reader ☀️

Jason Breaks Up With Reader 🌧️

Reader Gets Betrayed by Their SO 🌧️ ⛈️

Jason x Turkish Reader ☀️

Powerful Reader Feared By Camp ☀️

Jason x Eldest Hades Kid Reader ☀️ ✨

Jason Remembers Ex!Reader 🌧️ ⛈️

Dating Jason Grace ☀️

Piper Mclean:

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PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Reader’s Cat Hates Them ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Reader Comes Back From the Dead 🌧️⛈️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Monster Eater Reader 🌧️⛈️

Belmont Reader

Nico Di Angelo:

(Art Credit)

Ex-Reader Saves the Boys (1) 🌤️

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest (2) 🌤️

Reyna Secret Dating + Nico Accepting Himself ☀️ ✨

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed ☀️

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) ☀️

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) part 2 ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Parental Figure Reader 🌑 ☀️

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Child of Hades Reader 🌑 ☀️

Snuggling Reader’s Chest 💙☀️

Solangelo (Ftm Will) x Ftm!Reader 💙☀️

Will Solace & Nico di Angelo x Necromancer!Reader 🌤️

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano:

(Art Credit)

Reyna Secret Dating + Nico Accepting Himself ☀️ ✨

Helping Reader With Insomnia ☀️

Autistic Reader ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome ☀️

Reader Comes Back From the Dead 🌧️⛈️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Sings Them a Lullaby ☀️

Deaf/Hard Of Hearing Reader ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Monster Eater Reader 🌧️⛈️

Indian Reader ☀️

Belmont Reader

Will Solace:

(Art Credit)

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) ☀️

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) part 2 ☀️

Sibling Reader Calls For Help 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You” ☀️

Pessimistic Reader About the Gods ☀️ ⛈️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Modern World Reader Helps Beat Kronos 🌤️

Younger Sibling Reader Scared of The Dark 🌑 ☀️

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb 🌧️ ⛈️

Will Comforts Overwhelmed Reader 🌑 ☀️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

Reader Sings Them a Lullaby ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

French Reader 🌑 ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Will Solace x Suicidal Reader 🌤️ ⛈️

Snuggling Reader’s Chest ❤️ ☀️

Will & Child of Apollo Reader Getting Ready For Quest 🌑 ☀️

Solangelo (Ftm Will) x Ftm!Reader 💙☀️

Will Solace & Nico di Angelo x Necromancer!Reader 🌤️

Grover Underwood:

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Modern World Reader Helps Beat Kronos 🌤️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special) ☀️ ✨

What Kind Of Dad They Are 🌑 ☀️

Monster Reader Gets Discovered ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Monster Eater Reader 🌧️⛈️

Readers From Around The World

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((Fair warning I am a dumb American but I did my best! 🫡🥲))

French Reader (Leo) 🌑 ☀️

Indian Reader (Annabeth, Reyna) ☀️

French Reader (Annabeth, Percy) ☀️

Filipino Reader (Leo/ Frank) ☀️

Leo Dating A Brazilian Reader (Leo) ☀️

Russian/German Reader (Frank) ☀️

Polynesian Reader (Tongan)(Leo) ❤️ ☀️

Turkish Reader (Jason) ☀️

Dominican Reader (Leo) ☀️

Frank Zhang x Dominican reader (Frank)☀️

~Fanart~

Death Siblings Reaction to Cats

Percy x Annabeth + Leo

Frank and Leo Archery Practice Mess Up

Percabeth Lake Day

The Lightning Thief Background

PJO Punk Tactics Animation

~Misc~

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#masterlist #pjo #pjoxreader #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #hazel levesque x reader #jason grace x reader #piper mclean x reader #fluff #angst #hoo #hoo x reader

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mmyashas · 11 months

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QSMP GLOBAL QUEST & MY THEORY BEHIND THE STORY | PART 1

[this is all speculation from my part but i think its fun to theorize ab qsmp :3c]

all below read more

you start the quest in someone's pov, someone who's been invited to quesadilla island

the arches make me believe we're currently on the train station before you get to quesadilla island (OR it's the one on the island itself) + the answer to the puzzle is also greetings in spanish & english

in puzzle two we walk past more arches. the answer of the puzzle implies we've accepted the invitation to an inaccesible island, currently travelling to it

and eventually on three, we find a staircase. this matches up to either a metro station or hell, even the federation buildings themselves

we start investigating because we heard a noise

"what do you see?" "what's that sound?"

number four gives us a new pov, a camera or what i think could be the binary code (itll be explained later) as theres glitches on the screen. the account where the answer is found tells you to not be fooled [possibly of the island and of red herrings along you progress the puzzle]

you can see how we start investigating the place, finding odd posters and corridors. in the puzzle, it tells us how we are stuck in here, we cant leave. it also had weird songs with different emojis mixed up with audios, possibly referencing past island participants.

then, with the next puzzle we finally get this.

the puzzle constantly tells us its not what it looks like. "this isn't the case"

#qsmp #qsmp global #qsmp arg #give me a sec while i add part two on the reblog

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infinitydivine · 1 month

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THE MAJOR ARCANA (The Beginners series) Tarot Keywords ✨♾️

Tip from personal experience- Before reading the meanings behind the cards, tap into your intuition and listen to what it tells you. You can always interpret your cards even if they don't match the traditional meanings. Make a bond with your decks, it will help you to have a more smooth Tarot journey. Always thank the cards and the Guides/Spirit Team/The Universe after you are done reading. Try to cover your head while doing the readings to prevent any additional info from downloading into your Crown Chakra.

I have also added my own interpretations of the cards based on personal experiences along with the traditional meanings. Do not copy the words and reblog if you want more posts like that :)

WHAT IS THE MAJOR ARCANA?

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They are basically representing our most fundamental issues at the Universal level. They deal with the issues of our own current needs and issues. Each of the Major Arcana represents a distinct principle, law, power, or element in Nature.

There are 22 Major Arcana Cards named below :

0: The Fool- represents the young and a fresh new energy. A New Beginning.

1: The Magician- The Master Manifestor/Someone having the capabilities and all the tools to manifest anything they want.

2: The High Priestess- The healer and The feminine power. Trusting in your inner guide and intuition.

3: The Empress- The Divine Feminine(regardless of gender), Nurturer, and Creative covering all the aspects of the feminine spirit.

4: The Emperor- The Divine Masculine (regardless of gender), Provider, and caretaker covering all the aspects of the masculine spirit.

5: The Hierophant- The teacher figure following traditional rules and ceremonies. Has a keen interest in knowledge and an unfulfilled thirst for information. The one who seeks.

6: The Lovers- Traditional card of Love and physical attraction. Could be inner or outer love. Love, choice, and commitment. Quest for eternal love.

7: The Chariot- The achiever and believer. Being determined to always move forward with both the Yin and Yang energies balanced, sticking to the right path.

8: Strength- Inner strength and courage. Has the self-awareness to deal with every situation. Can tame the inner Devil.

9: The Hermit- The Isolator and seeking for some solitude in silence. Going within to find the answers to every question.

10: The Wheel of Fortune- Completion of a cycle. Destiny and timings at their play. The only constant is change itself. Cycles repeat themselves until the lessons are learned.

11: Justice- Harmony and honesty will be served in the situation. Nature's laws are at play. Learning how to make rational decisions.

12: The Hanged Man- Learning about new perspectives. Looking at everything with a different viewpoint. Changing priorities and doing the opposite of what is expected.

13: Death- Not the literal Death card. It means a Rebirth and Transition. Change is needed. New beginnings could be on the horizon after letting go of the past.

14: Temperance- Learning the art of balancing the emotions in every situation. Practicing self-control and moderation. Only moderation will create balance.

15: The Devil- The illusion controlling the rational mind. The ego is bigger than the higher self's knowledge. Sexual temptations and materialism are blinding. Being utterly obsessed.

16: The Tower- Hitting the rock bottom. Not expecting the sudden changes because of external disruptions. What was built will be broken someday if it is built based on lies and deception.

17: The Star- Ideal love and inspiration. Could also represent your soul tribe and star seeds. Have faith in the future because it is shining bright.

18: The Moon- Mysterious and Illusions. Something is hidden beneath the surface. Trusting the instincts and intuition.

19: The Sun- Joy and positivity. Everything will be fine in the end. By believing in yourself you can achieve anything you want.

20: Judgement- Accept the things as they are and the judgment will be in your favor. Find the truth and take action based on that truth. Creating your own Karma.

21: The World- Completion of a cycle. Ending of the past and new beginnings. Cosmic Love and feeling the whole within and with the Universe. Traveling and accomplishing your goals.

Note- Everyone is free to interpret the cards how their intuition is telling them. \

Thank You

Love, Infinity ❤️

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Topsy Turvy Days in Diasomnia

Yes, I intentionally added the thorns in the background for… reasons :)) If you know, then you know—

SORRY FOR GETTING THIS OUT LATE I’VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE SEBEK’S BROOMQUET FIC ON TOP OF SCREAMING ABOUT THE YEAR III ANNI STREAM 🤡 But with this, my blog event for TWST’s third anniversary comes to a close! Thank you for following me on this week-long writing prompt~

The Thorn Witch, and her Spirit of Nobility.

Riddle Rosehearts…

… stakes his claim in Diasomnia right from the get-go. Word quickly spreads, making Riddle out as the “fuck with me and find out” guy. For the students of Diasomnia, who take great pride in their magical prowess, to set Riddle off and be beheaded revokes the source of that pride. “Have you reflected on your actions? Only then will I remove that collar.”

Though he’s removed from his usual dorm, he takes care to still observe the rules of the Queen of Hearts! This earns Riddle no shortage of strange looks from Diasomnia, some of whom (mostly the strictest of Draconians) criticize his loyalty to Heartslabyul. He doesn’t relent though–Riddle tunes out the naysayers and stays true to his own ideals. His fellow queen, Vil, approves.

He’s a(n unwilling) bat magnet. Apparently, a cauldron (group) of them hangs out in Diasomnia—Riddle made the discovery when he was first strolling down a particularly dark hallway. Screeching had filled the air, and he was immediately swarmed by bats!! “I don’t understand why they’re so attached to me…!” Riddle protested, shooing one off of his shoulder. (E-Eh, isn’t it because he’s the closest in height to Lilia-shi? Idia wonders.)

The students of Diasomnia (and even Jack, a first year), he notices, are much more disciplined than those of Riddle’s own dorm. They stay in line and do their work, though with perhaps more arrogance than one would like. If only his own students were just as diligent!! Riddle gets a headache thinking about what Ace and Deuce must be getting up to unsupervised (and no, Azul is no role model for them!!)… but even so, he doesn’t wish for them to be carbon copies of the Diasomnia kids. Heartslabyul may be full of fools, but they’re Riddle’s fools and no one else’s!

He beelines to Diasomnia’s bookshelves every evening to stack texts up high before stumbling off with them to read until he knocks out. Riddle is on a quest to take in as much knowledge as he can, from new spells to tips and tricks to simplify the current spells in his repertoire–his ambition is apparent! Then, perhaps, he will be wise enough and strong enough to overcome the Malleus Draconia in combat.

Though Riddle’s specialty is practical magic, the level at which the Diasomnia students perform it is astonishing to him. He burns out so quickly, while they can change the color of a dress multiple times without batting an eye, and orchestrate many cleaning implements at once! It’s frustrating, but it’s from this feeling that Riddle is able to drive himself to work even harder to achieve his goals.

It’s so odd for him to see bramble bereft of any flowers. The sight is so depressing to Riddle, but he can’t put words as to why exactly. He’ll politely avert his eyes when he sees those ashen, creeping thorns, or make a passing comment about how the atmosphere feels dreadfully gloomy. It’s like being trapped in a cage, he thinks. Memories of his past prick him, but he is quick to dismiss them before they overwhelm him. Like a rose, he shall grow and rise above the thorns.

He develops a fondness for floral teas during his time at Diasomnia. Maybe it’s the absence of flowers that makes him feel nostalgic for the gardens in Heartslabyul. When he sips a cup of rosehip, he dreams of the red and white of the maze, of strawberries and porcelain, and the card suits that decorate his vision. Ah, he realizes, the warmth enveloping his chest. That was it—that was where his home, his hearth, is.

“I do feel as though I’ve gained knowledge in Diasomnia that I could not have anywhere else. However, the same can be said of Heartslabyul. There were many things I could only learn because I was in Heartslabyul. That is not to say that my dorm members did not get under my skin every now and again, but I will always be grateful for the lessons they have imparted in me. This, too, is an experience for which I am grateful for–but, if you would allow me to say… there is no place like home. Fufu. Perhaps I’m simply becoming too sentimental.”

Jack Howl…

… keeps to himself and doesn’t trouble anyone—not unless they start trouble with him first. Most face-offs with Diasomnia students involve them staring each other down until they get scared off by Jack’s menacing face. In a weird way, that makes him the conflict resolver of the group—because people tend to run away rather than face him!!

Jack feels as though he’s witnessing a lot of things that he shouldn’t. For example, Riddle and Vil have made it their personal mission to whip underperforming students into shape… starting with their temporary dorm mate, Idia!! They confront him together, taking turns knocking at his door and then physically dragging him out when Idia inevitably pretends that no one is home. (Jack stares after them, wondering if Ruggie ever had to do the same to Leona to get him to attend class.)

When in doubt, Jack tends to defer to seniority. Like the good boy that he is, he’ll follow his upperclassman’s orders with barely a second thought!! … But trouble arises when Idia is the upperclassman that’s giving the order 😅 Jack takes his hyperbole seriously, so when Idia says something outrageous like, “C-Could you please not get within aggro range of me? Lmao, I could be at a single hit point and I’d still not want to deal with face-to-face interaction. Kk, thnx,” Jack just shrugs and lets Idia flounder when the Diasomnia mobs are assaulting the dorm leader with Malleus facts.

His poor nose just can’t stop sneezing!! It’s not that Diasomnia is filthy, but his sensitive nose can pick up on all the dust and the secrets littering the castle. From the ancient tomes to the artifacts and relics of the past that line the walls, there’s no place where he isn’t met with an enigmatic history that tickles his nose.

Jack’s used to doing everything himself, by hand. It catches him off-guard when he sees the Diasomnia students so casually use magic for everything. He shouldn’t expect anything less from a dorm that is full of all-rounders, but the last thing he expected to see was silverware flying across a table and serving up breakfast by itself! And… is that a clock and a candelabra fighting?! Who’s ever heard of living furniture…

He tries to incorporate some older techniques (recommended by Sebek) into his exercise routine. (”Our dormitory is well-equipped with everything you’ll need!!” Sebek had reassured him. “See to it that you use them well!”) Jack didn’t realize that it would involve hauling around weighted weapons!! He thought they were just fancy-looking wall decorations, not actual morning stars, axes, swords, and javelins! “Is… Is this really how they train in Diasomnia?!”

By happenstance, Jack discovers a single red rose blooming amid prickly thorns in Diasomnia’s west wing. He becomes strangely protective of it–maybe because it reminds him of the flowers that sometimes grow on the (just as prickly) cacti he raises in his dorm room. One might say he’s the beast that defends a beauty.

The night is especially beautiful over Diasomnia. When the moon is full, Jack watches it through his window, drinking in the stillness of the night, the shapes of the shadows and the thorns that run contradictory to the bright, silvery orb above them. In these moments, he sits back and contemplates where he is, and where he’d like to be.

“I’ve never noticed it before, but the sky looks different depending on where you look at it from. What does it look like where Leona-senpai and Ruggie-senpai are, I wonder… Maybe they’re so busy that they haven’t even had a chance to notice the moon. If that’s the case, then I’ll have to catch up to where they are! When I get back, I’ll show them just how strong I’ve become!”

Vil Schoenheit…

… looks perfect laid out against the backdrop that is Diasomnia. His austere looks and overwhelming aura make him the perfect evil queen of the castle. Every picture he takes of himself inevitably involves his face being illuminated by sinister green flames or an imposing dragon glaring down at him. Fitted in his own Diasomnia uniform, he gives off stronger villain vibes than ever “… This is hardly the sort of thing I need for my image,” Vil sighs.

Indeed, Diasomnia can be quite archaic in its ways–but in coming from Pomefiore, Vil brings with him a certain sense of respect for the old. He recognizes the past as not superior nor inferior, but as a basis for which the future is forged from. To him, it’s crucial to understand and to be aware of what came before so he can build himself up from that. This philosophy is what guides him as he learns to adapt to the lack of modern amenities in Diasomnia.

Like Riddle, he is keen on doing his own thing, regardless of the comments that others make. (Since when has a queen like him let the thoughts of his subjects dictate his behavior?) That means rising bright and early to train with Jack, engaging in a thorough self-care routine, and maintaining a healthy diet and sleep schedule. Unlike Riddle though, Vil’s anger is more icy than fiery. If someone offends him, they’re met with a cold shoulder and perhaps a cool tongue lashing.

For the most part, Vil acts courteous to his other dorm members–for it is easier to attract bees with honey than with poison. His natural charisma and charm get him in the good graces of some students, who pass on their knowledge of certain potions and curses. One sleeping curse he hears of is so powerful that it could only be broken by true love’s kiss! Vil shivers, praying that such a thing would never come to be weaponized.

He continues to work on crafting his own homemade cosmetics. Vil has to change up the ingredients in them, since he no longer has access to the same things he’d have back in Pomefiore. Thanks to his new connections, he’s able to obtain rare plants from the Briar Valley to use in his lotions and liquids. Vil also experiments with repurposing the creeping bramble around Diasomnia in various forms—dehydrated to brew a tea, powdered as a setting product, pounded into a paste for a wash-off mask…

He changes up his style to feel more “at home” in his new territory, adopting more vintage clothing and accessories to suit the era which the castle comes from. At any given point, Vil will look like he has just walked out of filming for a historical drama or a period piece.

Vil had always thought that Epel would be his biggest problem child… but hey, Idia is a close second. While Riddle harps on his in-person attendance, Vil focuses on how Idia chooses to present himself in both appearance and behavior. “For Sevens’ sake, you’re the son of the distinguished Shroud family. It’s high time you started acting like it,” he chides his peer. “You’re wasting your good looks with that gloomy expression and hopeless slouch!!”

After witnessing how well-trained the students of Diasomnia are, Vil has a newfound respect for his fellow dorm leader, Malleus. It’s not like he’d ever share the compliment out loud, but for him to have a positive opinion of the man who constantly misses dorm meetings is still a step up. It seems that they do have some things in common.

“It is said that the Thorn Witch boasted great grace and decorum. If Diasomnia is a reflection of her character, then I can say with confidence that my expectations have been met. Beyond the superficial aspects–although I do find them to be in good taste–there is a noble spirit that runs throughout the dormitory. As much as it pains me to say this, not even Pomefiore would be able to replicate such elegance. Hmph, we’ll just have to polish our own unique traits such that our sparkle rivals Diasomnia’s.”

Idia Shroud…

… couldn’t be more unenthused. Not only has he been forced out of his room and deprived of his vast collection of tech, anime, manga, and games–but now he’s trapped in the same living space with all kinds of super strong personalities! It sounds like a plot straight out of a meta harem manga where the main character wants no part in any of it, he grumbles. S-Save me from this living hell, Ortho!!

He tries to minimize his presence as much as possible, but it’s difficult to do when his flaming hair makes him easy to spot in every dark corner or amid the sconces lit with green flames. (Everyone’s so quick to hone in on him, it gives him near heart-stopping fright!!) Because of this, Idia has chosen to wear his hood up most of the time (in hopes of diminishing any light he’d be giving off).

He’s so disappointed that he didn’t at least get lumped into a dorm with a cute cat (Idia had been praying for Grim, but even Leona would have been acceptable). But nooo, instead he gets stuck with a muscly dog man. Why’s my gacha luck so bad IRL?! Cats are obviously far superior to dogs, NO QUESTION!! (Jack wonders why Idia stares so intensely at him, but maybe it’s best he doesn’t ask…)

Diasomnia has wifi, but it’s not nearly as fast as Idia would like for it to be. He constantly complains about missing the high speed internet of Ignihyde, though he supposes it’s sufficient for gaming. Idia laments to his online gaming buddy, Crimson Muscle, who reassures him that all will be well; Gloomy Samurai will surely get over this rough patch!!

This man can’t be left alone to just be a nerd in peace!! Idia could be playing a fantasy game, watching an anime, or reading a manga, and out of nowhere a Diasomnia kid will pop up and lecture him about how actually the depiction of dragons in that game/anime/manga is inaccurate, or how it spits upon Malleus’s image to indulge in such materials. Idia often doesn’t have the energy or the confidence to fire back, so he’ll pack up his stuff and rush away. In his mind though, he’s cursing out the killjoys! (Idia gatekeeps on a regular basis, but he can’t take it when others do the same to him.)

He doesn’t get the hype around all the Draconians who stan Malleus or claim him as their oshi. Idia’s just smart enough to know when to zip his lip so as to not incite an angry mob. (What’s so great about that guy anyway? It takes more than being an OP character to get Idia’s attention!) Unfortunately for him, a Diasomnia mob mistakes Idia waving green glow sticks for an online concert as a sign that he, too, is a massive Malleus fan. This leads to Idia being introduced to other Draconians (he was too timid to correct them) and thus getting locked into a miserable cycle of being force fed boundless praise for their dorm leader and expecting Idia to echo their sentiments.

He takes solace in knowing that the biggest Draconian of them (Sebek) all isn’t around to shout in his ear about WAKASAMA this, and HUMAN that… but it’s honestly just as bad to have Riddle nagging him in one ear and Vil nagging him in the other! Idia feels like he’s playing a stealth level every time he has to exit his room—cuz once either of them catch wind of him, it’s Game Over!! It’s safest for him to just hole up forever…

Because Ortho begged him to try and make new friends, Idia attempts to try and start a D&D (or whatever the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of it is) campaign up. Something simple that allows for socializing! … The problem is, the Diasomnia students are WAY too competitive and take the game super seriously. They even have the gall to defy HIM, the DM! (“Womp, womp, womp. Your character died! Sure sucks to be you, hihihi!” “I roll to stab the DM and claim his position as god of this world!!” “LOL, you can’t do that, dude…” “… I roll to stab the DM.” “I LITERALLY JUST SAID THAT’S A NO-GO!!”) They get nowhere, so Idia has to shut it down.

“D-Did all the elements of the world come together one day and decide to dunk on me or what?! E-Every time I leave the safety and comfort of my bedroom, th-there’s some kind of world-ending event thrust in my face... I-I’ve been kidnapped by a ghost, pulled out of school to run tests on my classmates, possessed... B-But even worse than all of that is... being forced into social situations I didn’t ask for!! Seriously, not a single soul wanted that birthday interview ‘oh, if you had to pick a different dorm to join’ hypothetical to come true!! If this is some kind of cruel and unusual joke, you can pop out and point and laugh at the geek already! J-Just get it over with so I can go back to my uneventful otaku life already!!”

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captainofthetidesbreath · 2 years

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Curious about what every blurb on the CritRole Oracle of the Moon Instagram filter is but don't want to sit there rolling it until you get all of them? Well, I did that for you! Below, the cards are each listed as upright (blue label), then reverse (yellow label), and their names are all bolded. Couple of notes as well. This deck is currently and newly for sale in the Critical Role shop.

The Anvil: To forge. To strengthen. To gather what is needed. The Sword: To wield. A show of might.

The Eye: Divine inspiration. Contemplation. Higher realms. The Hand: Practicality. Labour. The mortal plane.

Moon: A glamour. A beautiful story the truth wears. An illusion. Mirror: A reveal. A bitter truth. Something hiding in the shadows.

Spark: Something is responsible for this. Maybe you, maybe some asshole. Blaze: Sometimes there are consequences. Sometimes they hurt.

Jewel: Wealth. Desire. The thing you want most. Thief: What you seek is not where you think it is, and it may be a tricky quest.

Dawn: There's always hope. And the darkness leads to light.... Death: I mean this basically means death, ok? But that's not necessarily a bad thing! (In the booklet for the deck itself, "Dawn" reads: "There's always hope. And the darkness leads to light. New beginnings.")

The Crone: Experience. Perspective. Maybe like, really long arms. The Maiden: Youth. Innocence. Exuberance. Cupcakes. (It is "The Hag" in-game rather than "The Crone".)

Tavern: Respect. A meeting. Negotiation. Lust: Desire. Indulgence (Depicts the Gentleman, by Molly.)

Joy: Play. Delight. Dance. Festivity. Poetry. Song. Chaos: Chance. A cacophony. Things may have gotten out of hand. (Depicts Jester.)

Love: It binds us, it frees us. What else needs be said? Temple: Consecration. Healing. Awe and reverence. (Depicts Yasha.)

The Fool: The actor. The hero. Cleverness. The Soldier: Authority. Submission. Rigidity. (Depicts Molly, by Molly.)

Dream: The future. Infinite possibility. The unknowable. History: The past. Calamity. Immutable.

Sacrifice: Payment. The fulfillment of a debt. That which is owed. Hunger: Unfulfilled need. An act of survival.

Growth: Life. Blossoming. Of the earth. To plant. Spring and Summer. Rot: Entropy. Things fall apart. To reap. Autumn and Winter. (Depicts Caduceus.)

Bond: Trust. Brotherhood. An oath. A sense of belonging. Betrayer: Deceit. Self-destruction. Weakness. Fear. Loneliness.

Home: Family. Familiarity. A beginning or ending. Traveler: The open road. An unexpected encounter. A stranger.

The Judge: Justice. Righteous authority. Metallic. The Tyrant: Avarice. Tyranny. Chromatic.

The Sky: Safe passage. Uninterrupted vision. The Sea: The lurking danger. Unclear and hostile depths. (Depicts Fjord, Fjord is upwards at "The Sky" and apparently Uk'otoa, then unnamed to Molly, is upwards at "The Sea".)

The Book: Fact. Preparation. Forthrightness. The Rumor: Guile. Wisdom. Improvisation. (Depicts Beau, she's depicted twice in the style of a playing card and upwards on both sides.)

Tinker: Technology. Science. Progress. Discovery. Magician: Magic, beyond mortal understanding. (Depicts Veth as Nott and Caleb.)

Also, for fun, the wiki has an article for the deck as it exists in-game, if you're curious about that.

#Critical Role #Critical Role things #CR

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jester-showdown · 1 year

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Finale will start May 18 at 1pm EST

[ID: a single elimination bracket titled "Jester showdown" /end ID]

click read more to see the polls

Current Round

The fool/ Beloved (The Farseer Trilogy) VS. Cicero (Elder Scrolls)

Past rounds

Round 1

Dimentio (super paper mario) VS. Stitches (sky high)

Joka (Klonoa) VS. Jevil (Deltarune)

Courtly Jester (Ever After High) VS. Verence/Fool (Wyrd Sisters)

The Fool/Beloved (The farseer trilogy) VS. The Court Jester (Thquib)

Harle (Chrono Cross) VS. Marx (Kirby)

The Jester (Dicey Dungeons) VS. Contestant 21 ( @the-nobody-tournament)

Sun and Moon (FNAF) VS. Hubert Hawkins (The Court Jester)

Spinel (Steven universe) VS. Clownpierce (Lifesteal SMP)

Jest (Heartless) VS. Dhoulmagos (Dragon Quest)

Jester Furby (Tiger Electronics) VS. Forgetful Storyteller (Sky: Children Of The Light)

Cicero (Elder Scrolls) VS. Steve Mckenzie (Galavant)

LEGO Joker (LEGO Batman) VS. Kriem (Tiger And Bunny)

Jokermon (Digimon) VS.Hoid/Wit (The Stormlight Archives)

Lychee Dragon Cookie (Cookie Run) VS. Huxley (Dont Toy With Me)

Ice Juggler Cookie (Cookie Run) VS. Harley Quinn (DC)

Jester (Gauntlet) VS. The Collector (The Owl House)

Round 2

Dimentio (super paper mario) Vs. Jevil (Deltarune)

Fool/Verence (wyrd sisters) Vs. Beloved/The Fool (The Farseer Trilogy)

Marx (Kirby) Vs. contestant 21 (The-nobody-tournament)

Sun and Moon (FNAF) Vs. Spinel (Steven Universe)

Dhoulmagus (Dragon quest) Vs. Forgetful Storyteller (Sky: children of the light)

Cicero (Elder Scrolls) Vs. LEGO joker (LEGO batman)

Hoid/Wit (The Stormlight Archive) Vs. Huxley (Dont Toy With Me)

Harley Quinn (DC) Vs. The Collector (The Owl House)

Round 3

Jevil (Deltarune) VS. Beloved/The Fool (The Farseer Trilogy)

Marx (Kirby) VS. Sun and moon (FNAF)

Forgetful Storyteller (Sky: Children Of The Light) VS. Cicero (Elder Scrolls)

Hoid/Wit (The Stormlight Archive) VS. The Collector (The Owl House)

Semi-finales

The fool/ Beloved (The Farseer Trilogy) VS. Marx (Kirby)

Cicero (Elder Scrolls) VS. Hoid/Wit (The Stormlight Archive)

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itsxenanotsena · 1 year

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A New Beginning

WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This was written BEFORE THE RELEASE of the 3.2 Archon quest and the 3.3 Archon quest that is speculated to be centered around Scaramouche. CONTAINS SPOILERS for Scaramouche's back story as well as a little bit from the Inazuma Archon quest. If there are current lore discrepancies, please notify me and I will take that into account in my next writing about the subject. Thank you.

A/N: This is my take on how Scara got his Vision. Scara may be OOC, but I tried ;; I hope you all enjoy!

"Scaramouche?" The traveler called to the boy inside the tent, only to receive a displeased 'tch'.

"What, are you here to mock me? Make me look more of a fool?" His words were like poison, but it didn't faze the traveler as they sat in front of the tent.

"No, I'm actually here to give you something." And the said item was held out to the entrance of the tent. There was a slight gap between the flaps of the door of the tent, making the traveler see indigo eyes scanning the item on their palm. There was a slight shock and a hint of sadness on Scara's eyes, which later turned into a scowl.

"A Tenshukaku Visitation pass? Are you really not mocking me?" The traveler set it down on the ground.

"You must know that this is needed to be able to have an audience with the Shogun. I acquired this-"

"I did not ask how you got it. I am asking why you got it. And giving it to me."

The traveler's eyes were glistening with determination and... Hope. It sickened Scaramouche, but it made something inside Kunikuzushi stir. It reminded him of someone from long, long ago.

"Because I know you'll need it."

A scoff, and the traveler saw how his eyes rolled in annoyance.

"What makes you think I want to talk to the root cause of why I am here?"

"I have seen enough to know."

"Are you saying you know me, traveler?"

"It's more of giving you a nudge in the right direction." Scara's eyes narrowed at that. He hated how this traveler knows him more than he does himself. Everything about this confused him. Why was this traveler who he attempted to kill helping him now? How did they know about what he wanted to do even before he knew it? And most importantly-

"Why... Why aren't you convincing me to come with you?" He let that one slip out unconsciously, and it took the traveler by surprise. When he realized what he said, he looked away, ready to spit out words of his mean fashion but was stopped with the traveler shuffling, getting up to leave.

"Because I wanted to teach you something." He turned to look at the traveler through the gap, and the words that followed were something he needed to hear.

"People leave, Kunikuzushi. It's not their fault, and neither is yours. It's a part of life. You just have to learn how to deal with it when it does happen. I'm not a permanent thing in this world, I will leave. I have my own goals I want to achieve, and so should you. I know you know this as you've experienced this before, but what I want to teach you is the beauty and reality of it. You can't force it, you can't stop it. It happens and will happen. I'm not asking you to come back to Ei, that would be your decision, but what I wish you would do is to mend whatever it is you have in your heart for her because if you didn't, it would be too much for you to regret. After you've talked, that's where you decide. I hope the next time we cross paths, you'll sing me stories of your journeys, balladeer. Until then, farewell."

The traveler left, and Kunikuzushi finally did something he stopped doing all those years ago.

He was crying. His heart ached. It felt something. HE felt something. He held is chest, head hung low, and cried his eyes and heart out. No one would hear it, but he knew, he FELT, it was the right thing to say.

"Thank you."

A light of teal appeared right outside the boy's tent, and he looked at it with tears still streaming down his face, to see a glowing Anemo vision resting beside the visitation pass the Traveler left for them.

For when there is acceptance, there is freedom. Let the wind lead you to your new beginning.

#genshin impact #scaramouche #genshin impact imagines #angst #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x aether #scaramouche x lumine #can be a reader insert if you squint #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #kunikuzushi

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obsob · 6 months

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Reading questions!: how many books have you read this year? worst book and best book? what are you reading now? <3

hello !!

-currently i have read 49 books this year tho quite a few of those were novellas . but some of them were like 800 pages so. balances!

-best books tied between: in memoriam / alice winn - the cloud roads / martha wells and fools errand / robin hobb -worst books: in the lives of puppets / tj klune (i fucking HATE tj klunes writing. and i also hate purposely written '''cosy'' fiction and forced found family stuff. why do i keep reading his books) and the cruel prince / holly black (girl none of these characters are likeable)

rn i am reading fools quest by robin hobb which is .....okay......ngl im not liking the fitz and the fool trilogy much rn i rlly didnt like fools assassin which honestly shouldve just been 'fitz makes questionable parenting decisions and struggles to run a household'. im not like getting the vibes. i might pause reading it or read smth else as well along side im undecided

#barks #also my next read might b th new freya markse book or th will of many by james islington which i Dont have high hopes for but am....curious #i am the worlds most picky reader also. male mc priority. single pov. NO YA!!!!!!. fantasy preferable. queer very preferable.#very hard 2 find all those things combined and its a) not just straight smut and b) actually well written #i also do not trust most men fantasy writers srry u just lack emotional depth and also write women weird #u kno sometimes when ur reading a book n ur like. this was written by a middle age white american man #u can just Smell the american. i tried reading that fucking. like tarot series??? the last sun i think?? sm good ideas but good LORD #literally like reading a marvel movie. read sm ursula le guin n get a GRIP

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0mysteiarchives · 1 month

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WARNING: Slight Quest Spoilers!! Read at your own risk :3

I’m currently halfway through the quest and had too sily thoughts so here’s one of them!

Masked Fool Aventurine who takes the “all-or-nothing” agenda a tad bit too seriously-

Like this man would throw anything valuable which even includes his own LIFE on the line but his catch is that you also have to throw in something of equal value to that.

so it goes like valuable object to valuable object, and a life for a life. Smimple as that.

God I have AvenSparkle duo fixation like these two are absolute MENACES on the fucking field and would probably on good terms, but closer in a “fuck you but you make my job easier” kind of relationship.

Also I got one line of AvenPaz and immediately cheered !!

(It was just about her cornerstone but Aventurine realizing he won’t come back to his wife Topaz anymore kind of thoughts makes me explode)

Consider this as like- an update on when i’ll continue posting?? I just needed this out before I forget :3

#hsr aventurine #hsr quest spoilers btw #hsr main story quest #im starting to relate to aventurine DIG ME OUT—

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Freylin kids info;

BASICS:

Full name: Stephanie Guinevere Ambrosius.

House: Ambrosius.

Age: 16 years old.

Birth place: Avalon.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: Daughter of the Lady of the Lake, the Only Daughter of Emrys, and the Lost spawn of Emrys.

Occupation: None.

Known as: Steph, Hanie, 'Ephanie, Stephie, and Ste.

Known for: Assisting Percival in a quest as a young child and disappearing at 14.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: An emerald green, long peasant dress with no shoes.

Weapons/Equipment: A green handled battle axe.

Extra accessories: A dragon hair clip.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Dying young, not being able to help people, losing her family, losing her friends, being cursed like her mother, bears, etc.

Dreams: She wants to be a Physician.

Likes: Reading, helping people, reading, horseback riding, doing spells, swimming, healing , etc.

Dislikes: Evil sorcerers, bullies, classit people, her friends in danger, curses, being threatened with curses, etc.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Emerald green.

Favorite Food: Cheesy bread.

Favorite Drink: Apple cider.

Favorite Animal: Cows.

Favorite Season: Winter.

Favorite Weapon: Battle axe.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Lucan the Butler, Ywain, Melehan, Duran, Sanddef, Morfydd,and Calogrenant.

Parents: Freya and Merlin.

Siblings: Dragonet Ambrosius.

Love Interest: None.

Children: None.

Animal companion: None.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Stephanie Guinevere Ambrosius was born in Avalon to Freya and Merlin a few years after the battle of Camlann.

She spent most of her youth helping people on quests and hanging out with her friends. Occasionally helping Giaus and her father in the medical ward before her disappearance.

Life: Eventually disappears at age 14 never to be seen again.

Death: Has not yet happened.

Quote: "Follow me and you will be a step closer to your goal. "

Theme Song: "Losing your memory."

BASICS:

Full name: Dragonet William Ambrosius.

House: Ambrosius.

Age: 11 years old.

Birth place: Avalon.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: The Spawn of the Lady of the Lake, The Only Son of Emrys, Dragonet the Jester, Daguenet the Fool, Daguenet the Coward, Danguenes the Craven of Carlion, and Royal Jester of Camelot.

Occupation: Jester, (unoffical) adviser, and Honorary knight of Camelot.

Known as: Dra, Drag, Drago, Dragon, Draggie, Gonet, Nettie, and Net.

Known for: Being a honorable, loyal jester and honorary knight.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: Brown linen pants, muddy black boots, and an oversized, maroon ubiquitous tunic.

Weapons/Equipment: A small, maroon handled dagger.

Extra accessories: A black belt with a clip on holster and pouch.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Suffering like his parents did, being persecuted because of his magic, being used, disappearing like his sister, dying like his mother did, being cursed like his mother, having a destiny, fire, having to kill someone, and lamias.

Dreams: He wants to be an adviser or a knight.

Likes: Juggling, telling jokes, his friends staying out of trouble, reading, climbing trees, learning spells, riding horses, helping people, feeding strays, swimming, pulling pranks, doing magic tricks, horseback riding, and writing comedic poems and plays.

Dislikes: His father being made fun of, himself being made of, people joking about his sister's disappearance, fire, his friends in danger, his family in danger, either of them suffering, being cursed, assassination attempts, destiny, his pranks being halted, Kilgharrah and people going through his things.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Maroon.

Favorite Food: Strawberries.

Favorite Drink: Goat's milk mixed with meshed up strawberries.

Favorite Animal: Dragons.

Favorite Season: Anything but winter.

Favorite Weapon: Small daggers.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Helior, Artie, Everard, Menw, Tom Thumb, Penpingion, Taliesin, Cerdan Jr., Mabon, Galeholt , etc.

Parents: Freya and Merlin.

Siblings: Stephanie Ambrosius.

Love Interest: Thitis.

Children: none as of now.

Animal companion: A cow named Moonamer.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Dragonet William Ambrosius was born in Avalon to Freya and Merlin nearly a decade after the battle of Camlann.

He spent most of his youth helping out the servants in the castle, going on hunts with The Round Table and Arthur's kids, helping Giaus gather herbs, and doing tricks at feasts.

Being spoiled greatly by his many non official aunts and uncles along the way.

When he wasn't doing any of that he was hanging out with Arthur and the knights' several children, and trying to keep them out of trouble.

Life: Eventually, he becomes a court jester and is made an honorary knight by Arthur. The knights take him along so he can make fun of and play jokes on their enemies, making things much more entertaining.

Death: Has not occurred yet.

Quote: "Thou may wear riches like a king, but me thinks that thou is nothing more than a cumberworld churl."

Theme Song: "Run Boy Run."

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin au #merlin bbc #merlin bbc au #merlin alternate universe #the adventures of merlin #merlin next generation #merlin next gen #etc.#etcetera #freylin #merlin x freya

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crophaven · 4 months

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Happy New Years 2024! Update

If you have not read this pinned post on the current status of Crop Haven, please do!

This year has started with a bang, and that means more Crop Haven updates! (Including implementing a CG for Lambi, shown above!)

I've made Martin's introduction into a small quest to find her head! You can ask around and meet the other inhabitants of the Castle, or just go straight to the place her head is missing. No pressure for social interaction, thank you! You can tell I remodeled the kitchen a bit.

As a matter of fact, I've updated the castle to look a little nicer all over! Here's the outside, plus the library!

I've added a little notification for when you get your journal updated - in other words, when an entry for a quest changes! Still tinkering with it, but it uses a very handy plugin by Yakinori! Thanks Yakinori!

Also, on the note of the Martin quest, you can carry Martin's head now. Consider it preparation for carrying Fool's corpse in their quest, yes?

That's all for now! Much more progress is being made than this, but these are major things, I think! Thanks for reading!

#crop haven #update #farming simulator #dating sim #farming sim #rpg maker #rpgmaker

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v1smokewife · 5 months

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Who is this person - chapter five

On a quest to find love on a dating website, Sanji falls head over heels for a woman with an interest in...alternative relationships that sends him down a rabbit hole of completing tasks for a seemingly sadistic mistress. But what happens when she turns out to be more than what she seems?

Zoro pretends to be a female on the internet to talk to Sanji and bad things happen.

Read on ao3

fanfic contains themes of bad bdsm practices, homophobia, manipulation and coercion. not a fluffy zosan fic. Proceed with caution.

A week had passed since things had started and Zoro was well and truly fucked.

He’d not stopped at fingering. No, that was just the beginning of how far things would go. Every single command that he had given. It was like having his own porn star on hand for all of his dirty fantasies.

The trouble with porn though is that once you start it goes downhill from there. What I mean by that is that you tend to start looking for worse and worse until you’ve reached the bottom of the barrel. The more and more this went on, the more Zoro began to see Sanji less and less as someone he knew personally and more like porn for his eyes. Oh yes, they would converse, and Sanji was a lot nicer to him this way, but Zoro looked forward to the little requests he would make and then what he would do next.

It was just the facts. There was no point in hiding it. He didn’t see Sanji as a person as much as he saw him as a source of entertainment now. A fact in which he was deeply ashamed of. A fact that kept him up at night and made him hate himself even more. Never in his life has he ever felt this vile towards a person. Yet, when he goes into the photos section of his phone, the little regard he had for him his shown by the gallery of filth.

He was obsessed with Sanji. This much was clear, and it was only ever going to get worse and worse as the days dragged on.

Zoro’s eyes were currently drawn to his phone despite the fact that Luffy was standing at the kitchen counter. They were both in Zoro’s apartment currently. Luffy was no where near him, but Zoro was still apprehensive. Sanji had sent ‘Zoey’ more videos. One’s that were in a public changing room. He had managed to get him onboard with sending more videos despite giving very little in return. Zoro was too busy looking at the thumbnail which had Sanji perfectly framed like a goddamn perfect cinematographer would.

“Hey, do you want to go to the Baratie tonight?”

Through his thoughts, Luffy’s carefree and happy voice sounded through the depth of his despair. Like sunshine through a storm. Luffy was none the wiser to anything that had been going on. How could he be? Even though they spent every day together, Luffy never pried into anything. That was why Zoro enjoyed his company. Much more so over Nami…who has been weird with him ever since. Although, he could understand her reasoning but, in her mind, it should be over. Or maybe she knows something more than what she is letting on.

But even then, he’s barely seen her. How could she know?

“Not particularly,” Zoro didn’t mean that. There was an excitement bubbling up in his stomach. A feeling he got whenever he thought about the fact, he would see Sanji as himself. It was a strange feeling. It was like being hidden in plain sight. All it would take was a gesture to his phone and then Sanji would know what’s been going on. Would he believe him? Or would he be in that much denial that he’s possibly being played for a fool by someone he hates.

“Awh come on. Shanks ain’t gonna be here tonight. I’m going to be so bored on my own and I know that Sanji is working,”

“That’s exactly why,” Zoro crossed his arms in feigned indifference. An indifference that wasn’t correct or true in the slightest.

“I don’t understand why you hate him anyway,” Luffy said with the sincerest innocence that rivalled his own dark brewing thoughts, “He’s a good cook. What more could you want in a friend?”

“He’s an asshole. There’s more to being a good friend than being a good cook,” Zoro responded rather dismissively.

“Oh, I know that. It’s not like you or Nami can cook,” If that came from anyone else, Zoro might have taken it as shade, but it was far from shade. It was just a fact in Luffy’s eyes, “He’s never been an asshole to me,”

“I’m happy for you,” Why did that sound a lot meaner than it meant to be. Zoro shook it off and continued, “Fine. We’ll go to the Baratie tonight,”

“I knew you’d come around,” Luffy threw his fist into the air, nearly knocking himself into the counter in front of them, “I already have Nami onboard too,”

Oh goodie. Nami. Wonderful.

“That’s fine with me,” Zoro responded with more indifference, even if it wasn’t particularly true. He could be indifferent all he wanted but his mind was on other things. Like his current plan. His mind has been turning about what he wanted to do next with Sanji. Luffy continued to talk about something. Normally the conversations tended to be about what him and Shanks had been up to recently (Shanks was something of an adoptive father…kinda) or what Luffy had been doing with any a number of his friends.

See, he knew this had to come to an end. He knew just as well as anyone that he couldn’t keep his up for too long. He knew this moment of joy had an expiration date and well, he had to bring this into real life. He knew this because every day, Sanji asked Zoey if they could meet up and Zoey gave him excuse after excuse on why they couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time or Zoey couldn’t make the commitment. He didn’t know if Sanji was stupid or desperate to make things work with her but he accepted her excuses…well, until they next day when he’d ask again.

Although Zoro through him dumb and pathetic for being so accepting of every lame excuse no matter how silly they probably all seemed, he admired the determination to ask every single day of the week the burning question. When would they meet?

Never. Because Zoro had a plan to put Sanji in his lap before Sanji even figures it out.

And it starts with a simple question. One that Zoro had typed out on the phone. No hello, no greetings or small talk. Right into the meat and potatoes. While Luffy was busy regaling some cook and awesome tale that he had been doing with Shanks, Zoro half listened and then typed out onto his phone.

Z: I’ve been meaning to ask.

Z: Have you ever thought about…exploring sexuality a little?

He pressed send on the message then looked up at Luffy who was currently helping himself to whatever food was in the cupboards. Zoro could only look up and speak.

“I’m going to the bathroom,”

Luffy didn’t look at him and just raised his hand with a thumbs up in his direction, “Have fun!”

Oh, he will.

Zoro got up and left Luffy to his own devices in the kitchen before going into the bathroom where he leaned up against the sink. Immediately, his fingers were reaching for that video in the messages before Zoro played it. He was delightful over the sight. A partially naked Sanji sitting on the floor of a changing room. His fingers slick with lube as they press and prod against that tight rim.

He wanted desperately to feel that rim stretched around his cock so badly. Wanted it…craved it. All Zoro wanted was to feel Sanji come apart underneath him. He didn’t even like Sanji in a romantic sense but seeing him like this was driving him absolutely insane. It was like an obsession he couldn’t break away from or a spell because he was totally hypnotised by the way that he moved.

The way his long fingers slipped inside that tight hole and the way that Sanji’s head always learned back in pleasure as he did it. The way he moved his fingers in and out of himself. It was the kind of way someone who is so unsure but gets lost in it either way.

The moans though…the moans were music to his ears and the more he heard them, the more he became addicted to them.

Fuck it, he couldn’t last much longer. He used a hand to get himself out of his pants so he could wrap his fingers around his cock. It felt like the release he really truly needed. If he could get his plan to work, maybe…just maybe he could get to feel that tight hole around his cock. Even if it’s just once…even if it’s once and then that’s it. He could live with it being a once off thing but he needed it desperately.

“Ah- Master-!”

Sanji’s voice in the video brought him out of his thoughts. In Zoro’s mind, he was trying desperately to imagine that his hand is some part of Sanji’s body…his hole or his mouth…he doesn’t know what he would prefer at this point.

“That’s it…” Zoro grunted, as if he was really there, “Take it…take it you slut,”

He couldn’t help it. The way the blonde pissed him off whenever he seen him, he would die on the spot for the privilege to call Sanji a degrading nickname like that.

He didn’t last much longer. Shortly after he watched Sanji come over his waist and it made Zoro want to do the same. In a hypothetical situation where he’s fucking Sanji, he would love nothing more than to cum on his beautiful face or on his waist…but then again, he couldn’t imagine not cumming inside that perfect ass.

Zoro finished with a groan, pressing his hips and rutting into his own hand as he came into them. He continued to stroke until he was over it and he finished the video. Every video Sanji sent was wonderful. For being inexperienced, the blonde really knows how to send a video. Now, time to try and go outside. Maybe tonight, he’d see Sanji.

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“Sanji!” Luffy banged on the door of the Baratie that night. The three of them were standing in the rain. Nami had joined them, and it did nothing to settle Zoro at all. What was worse was Sanji had yet to reply. It was rather unusual as even during his busiest days he normally would reply.

Then again, knowing Sanji, he’s probably taken offence to this question. It was going to take a hard sell for Zoey to convince Sanji to try men. Sanji is very reluctant to do anything with men in the best of days so this would be something that would take a hard sell, but Zoro thought it was perhaps possible.

If he could promise meeting Zoey at the same time…then perhaps…

“Hey hey I’m coming,”

Out emerged Sanji, looking rather disgruntled. Either paperwork got him down or annoyance from Luffy banging on the door one or more times. Using a key, he opened the door and he nearly had to hold his hand out to stop Luffy from coming inside, “What have I told you? If Zeff finds out…”

“Oh, he’s not gonna find out. Come on, let me in!” Luffy basically pushed his way past Sanji and headed straight to the kitchen. The strength of that boy. Nami was next, batting her eyes at Sanji and ducking under his arm which Sanji folded easily under. Of course, he would let Nami through. However, when Zoro popped his head through, Sanji nearly slammed the door straight at him, but it was lucky that Zoro caught the door with his hands.

“Nice try,” Zoro said rather smugly. One would assume that Zoro was being smug because he caught the door but seeing Sanji here right now, he could practically hear the moaning and begging in his ears. The flushed expression on his face…he could see if like a shadow. Oh, how Zoro wished he could reveal his little secret at Sanji sometimes…how he could turn that face of disgust into horror at all the acts of pleasure he’s unseeingly done for Zoro’s eyes. How he wished that he could reveal it now?

Christ. Now he really wanted to jack himself off thinking about him. More importantly, thoughts of jacking off on his face flooded his brain so Zoro turned around and headed to the bar.

He would ruin his own plans and he didn’t want to do that. Not here anyway. Instead, he just pushed past the blonde who mumbled something under his breath.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who I could easily beat the shit out of right now,”

Sanji’s eyebrows knitted together, “Yeah yeah. Just shut the fuck up and get inside. I’m only tolerating you because Luffy keeps you around,”

There was only a laugh that came out of Zoro as he took up his usual space, near the bar where he would accept his one free beer minimum that Sanji graciously allowed to him. At first, it was only Nami that was allowed one drink and then Zoro complained loud enough that he got the drink too…so he graciously accepted his one beer.

Now, all he had to wonder was if Sanji was annoyed at Zoey for asking such a question.

“So! Sanji,” Nami’s voice rang through before Sanji could make his way back to the office, “How was your date yesterday?”

Wait, how did Nami know?

“Ah!” There was a little bit of a flush on the blonde’s face. Zoro leaned back and recalled the events. If by ‘date’ Nami meant he was given a task to take some very compromising pictures in a changing room then sure, that was a date, “I…Yes, it went well. Thank you Nami. I think it’s getting serious,”

Zoro could only lean back. Really? Getting serious? Is that the impression Sanji got?

He really had to wonder what planet the blonde was on to think that this was a serious relationship. Zoro only had to wonder what made him think that in his head right now.

“See, I told you. Plenty of fish in the sea,” Nami seemed smug. Almost too smug for Zoro’s liking. It felt like she knew something that he didn’t…or more likely to be the case…what Sanji didn’t know, “You didn’t need Zoey anyway,”

“Ah! Yeah…”

Zoro could see that Sanji was uncomfortable and to be honest, Zoro was feeling pissed off at Nami for bringing it up. Did he have a reason to be pissed off? No, because he hadn’t learned his leason but Nami didn’t know that. Nami was just doing it to be petty. That much was clear to him right now.

“I’m surprised a girl has even tolerated you…” Zoro couldn’t help himself in the middle of all this awkwardness that he was currently feeling right now with Nami’s piss poor attitude, “Must have really fucking shitty standards,”

“You’re just jealous because no one would probably go near you in a million years,” Sanji was quick to shoot back with almost a Jekyll and Hyde transformation when it came from going from being all cute and blushing to Nami to being… well a dickhead to Zoro. Typical. Nothing every really changes here.

“I’m not fucking jealous of you scourging the internet for a girlfriend. It’s fucking pathetic, curly,” Zoro tilted his head back and gestured vaguely before taking a sip of his lukewarm beer, “I could get someone, but it wouldn’t be on the fucking internet, that’s for sure,”

“Zoro,” Nami’s voice spoke before Sanji could even retaliate, “Can you both just get along for a change?”

“When he stops being a fucking asshole,” Zoro slinked back with his beer. Sanji said something along the lines of “says you” before storming off into the back. Zoro doesn’t say anything for a moment before he looks over at Nami.

“Okay…what was all that about?”

And as usual, Nami feigns innocence, “What is what about?”

“You know…that,” Zoro said, before leaning back up instead, “If you honestly think I’m getting all jealous about Sanji having a girlfriend then you need to think again,”

“I don’t think you’re jealous…” Nami muttered but Zoro knew there was still something behind it and he was going to say something.

“What is your fucking problem?” Zoro placed the beer down. It was serious time. Time for a serious chat, “Ever since you found out, you’ve been on my back. Can’t you just move on,”

Oh. That was it. Nami turned and glared at him, “I just can’t believe you won’t admit that you’re wrong. That’s my problem, Zoro. You did something so messed up to one of my friends and you honestly expect me to be cool with you,”

Oh Nami. If you only knew the contents of his phone’s memory or the things, he things about at night after finishing a conversation with Sanji. If only you knew… if you only knew how bad things had gotten since then. You would be absolutely mortified. You’d probably kill him. That’s what he wanted to avoid happening. He didn’t want Nami getting involved again.

“Yeah well, I did as you asked. Short of apologising, I don’t know what else you want me to actually do about it,” Zoro played it casual even if he was starting to get annoyed at the direction of the conversation. He kept thinking and hoping that Nami would just leave him to enjoy his beer, but this little thing had become a festering sore spot between them, and Zoro didn’t really know how to swat it away. Maybe Nami would keep at it until he found something out…which was not great…not great at all.

“You won’t admit you were in the wrong…that’s my issue,” She sighed. Zoro didn’t really know what to say to that seeing as he knew well and truly that he was in the wrong, but he really didn’t know what she wanted him to do about it while they were here. It seemed to be the end of the conversation and Zoro seemed to refuse to acknowledge it for a minute as he slinked back in his chair with his beer in hand…

LOGGING ON; S

Z: I’ve been meaning to ask.

Z: Have you ever thought about…exploring sexuality a little

How did one singular message send you into a whirlwind of emotions.

He had been staring at it for hours and he’s simply not really sure how he’s supposed to respond to it. He’s never really thought too deeply about this. He’s been comfortable for years being a straight man. In fact, he’s never even thought deeply about what it would be like to date a man. He’s never considered it.

However, Zoey is asking him and it’s likely to get him to do so. He’s not stupid. Rose tinted glasses yes, but Sanji can read between the lines of a conversation and know why she’s asking. He just doesn’t know how he feels.

Would he be…open to doing things with a man?

At first, he is thinking absolutely not but then the more and more he thinks about it, the more and more possibilities begin to open.

Okay well maybe not a long-term thing but what about a once off? Would be be so against it if Zoey was there? What if they had a threesome with another man? Would he really be against that?

One message had him questioning himself a little too much. In the office, he’s so behind on the work he’s supposed to be doing. He should have been almost done with cashing up but he’s barely started and all because he doesn’t know how he feels about Zoey is asking him.

Is she going to ask him to have sex with another man? Because he doesn’t know if he’s ready for that at all.

S: Sorry I didn’t respond earlier.

S: I don’t really know how I feel about that. I’ve never thought about men that way.

She was almost immediately back to him. It was like she must have been waiting at her phone for him to reply to her pressing question.

Z: Hmmm…

Z: What if I was there?

Z: If we had a threesome with another man, would you be open to that?

A threesome with another man doesn’t necessarily mean he has to interact with said man. He could always focus entirely on Zoey. Although, with the basis of the conversation, she’s looking for something entirely different.

S: Hmm... still not sure.

Z: Have you ever had thoughts about men?

Z: You don’t have to be afraid of telling me. I want to help you feel more comfortable with yourself.

S: I’m not sure.

S: Truthfully, I’ve never thought too deeply about it.

Z: I understand where you are coming from.

Z: I’d never make you do something that you don’t want.

Z: But I think it would be good for you to try and open your mind to other avenues of pleasure.

Z: I would like to help you with that.

The thing was that the way that Zoey spoke about it as if it was a big life changing experience. Well, for Sanji, it probably would be somewhat life changing as he’s never ever even considered this in the past.

He doesn’t even like men in a friendly way. He tried to think of he had male friends. Okay, Luffy but Luffy was different. Luffy was in general a good person. Most men are not good people. If his own family…

No, he’d rather not think about that. His biological father and brothers can rot wherever they are now. He’s lucky now. He has a much better father figure. Zeff was not like most men he’s met either. Sure, Zeff was an asshole when he wanted to be but he really owed it to Zeff for him still being alive.

There was Zoro…but Sanji didn’t want to think about him. Zoro was a pain in the ass. He didn’t dislike Zoro by any means. No, there was a great deal of respect for Zoro but at the same time…goddamn Zoro was a fucking asshole too. The way he was probably sitting through in the bar, lapping up his one free drink like the bordering alcoholic he is whilst being smug about it…goddamn, not he was the LAST person Sanji would have sex with. Hell, if, for example, Sanji was feeling that way and wanted to try men out… then it wouldn’t be Zoro. Zoro was perhaps the last person he would have sex with. He wouldn’t even have sex with Zoro if they were the last two people on the planet…not that it would have any biological benefits because neither of them could have children but that wasn’t the point of this rant.

The point was that Sanji really needed to give this some thought.

S: Can I think about it?

Z: Of course.

Z: No stress.

Why did it feel like she was being awfully short with him now? He flat up had now forgotten with what he was doing now

S: … is everything okay?

He didn’t want to upset her. He really didn’t want to ruin what they had even if she was currently asking something totally out there.

Z: I’m fine.

Z: Just take your time thinking about it.

Z: I’m off.

Zoey is offline.

Sanji could feel the sting of these words as she made her internet exit out. A feeling not too different from a tight stabbing anxiety festered in his chest as he watched the screen as if she would jump back and by like ‘sike just kidding lmao’ but she was truly offline now and truly annoyed with him. He couldn’t see her…but he knew she was.

“Fuck sake...”

Should he have just gone with what she was asking him?

Sanji decided he had to high tail it out of here. He quickly did a shoddy job of cashing up and getting all the paperwork done with. His head was just filled with it now. Filled with regret and a smidge of anxiety that maybe he should have just went along with it. She had been so good to him all week…why would he do something to upset her? Yeah, it was because of him being uncomfortable but he was supposed to be a man about the whole thing.

He shoved his phone in his pocket before going out to see Nami, Luffy and Zoro in the bar. For some reason, the joy that Sanji would feel seeing his friends was not there. The annoyance at himself for ruining his thing with Zoey was there.

“Hey!” Luffy said, almost bounding over with excitement, “The food that you left? Incredible. Truly wonderful. Pity there wasn’t more…I almost went into the big fridge and- “

“You better not have!” Sanji’s voice came sharper than it normally would which was visible in Luffy’s face. Sanji quickly realised that he wasn’t acting right and coughed, “I…uh, have a headache. I won’t be hanging around,” He tried to manage a smile although it clearly wasn’t real, “Sorry,”

Luffy’s face relaxed and a smile came onto his face, “Hey, don’t sweat it. I’ll find somewhere else to get good food don’t worry,”

“Is everything okay?” Nami’s voice was a lot more concerned filled. She had noticed he didn’t seem as happy as he had earlier.

“I’m fine. Just a headache,” Sanji tried to brush it off. He didn’t want them to worry mainly because he didn’t want Nami to know he didn’t listen.

“Did your girlfriend dump you because you’re the headache?” It seemed completely uncalled for an unnecessary when Zoro piped in but confusingly enough, Zoro’s attitude completely changed too. To the unknowing eye, it was as if Sanji infected Zoro with his shitty mood because Zoro’s demeanour changed entirely. He was once relaxed looking but his words had a sharpness to them. He wasn’t relaxed at all.

Nami gave him a confused look. Where had this came from? She seemed to be the only one in the room that picked up that both Zoro and Sanji suddenly changed attitudes that almost mimicked each-others. Even Luffy looked at them both with confusion.

That was incredibly suspicious…especially on Zoro’s part.

“You got a fucking problem, shithead,” And of course… Sanji was already in a bad mood so both of them being in a bad mood. As Zoro was about to get up, Nami stood in the space between them both.

“Seriously guys, one night? One night where you both don’t fight, please,” Now she was becoming as equally pissed off at the pair of them. Zoro didn’t approach any further and didn’t say anything more, “Sanji, if you have a headache, that’s fine. Go home,” but she didn’t believe that. She’s now suspicious all over again.

“Right…sorry,” Sanji mumbled. Zoro didn’t say anything. No explanation as to why he suddenly jumped down Sanji’s throat. Nothing.

Once they were all through with, Sanji decided to lock up the shop and head to his apartment. It was there he finally collapsed into bed but the feeling he had wouldn’t go away. He felt guilty. Guilty about hesitating. Maybe he should have just gone with her idea when she brought it up… maybe if he truly cared…he would have done as she asked.

He decided to sleep on it. Maybe she would come back to him tomorrow.

Maybe.

#one piece zosan #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan fanfic #opla #roronoa zoro #one piece #op zosan #one peice #one piece fanfiction

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year

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Life's a quest, innit Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Scoops is busy on Thursday. Steve is keeping an eye on table 7. Moms with kids, some girls, a couple. Nothing stands out as extraordinary. Steve's looking but he can't look to the point of weird. Robin has already told him: "You're being creepy today. Everything okay?" When the clock shows 2 he waits till the table is free and goes there to wipe it. There's nothing on it. He checks the seats, rearranges the napkins. Where the hell is the message?? "A bit of help here, Steeeve?" - "In a second!" He gets on his knees pretending to be picking something up, and then he sees it. A white envelope, stuck under the table. Steve grabs it, but understands that he'll need a knife, it's been glued to the bottom of the table with .. a gum. Eww, seriously? How very romantic. "Steeve!" - "Just a minute, Rob, some asshole stuck gum here!" He scratches it off, hides the envelope in his pocket.

Reads later

"Tell me, Steve, do you like it when it's a bit gross? I bet you do.

Vanilla is nice, but we can throw some gasoline in and set it all on fire.

I'm willing to make up for the gum. If you'll let me.

Go to the florist's on Main Street on Sunday and tell them your name."

Steve's feeling as if his whole face including the ears went up in flames. It's hot in here, isn't it? He's tugging on his collar. The girls he's ever been with, were all vanilla. He's never tasted fire and thought that was the only way the world worked.

Guess, he was wrong.

***

Sunday morning he doesn't even eat breakfast. Drinks coffee and jumps in his car. When he comes to Main Street, it's still empty, all people are at home enjoying their weekend morning. No rush.

But Steve's blood, it's rushing. He likes the game. Loves it. Whoever's doing it, they got him hooked. The further he's in, the less it feels like a prank. He might still be wrong about that, but his gut is telling him, it's genuine. It's true. Or he just really wants to believe that it's true.

The bell jingles above the door and Steve's saying Good morning to a middle-aged nice-looking woman busy arranging a bouquet

"Uhm.."

"Good morning, how can I help you?"

Steve suddenly feels stupid. He hasn't thought of the way to explain why he's here.

"My .. my name's Steve Harrington? I believe I need to .."

"Oh, yes! Pick up your order, of course. Just a second."

The woman disappears for a minute and comes back with a huge heap of crimson red roses wrapped in dark gray paper.

"They are wonderful, aren't they?"

Steve's not sure what he's supposed to do.

"They are."

He's still standing there like a fool. The lady is handing him the bouquet.

"Change water daily if you want them to last longer."

"Of course. How much is it?"

"Oh. Don't worry about that. It's been pre-paid. Your name is Steve Harrington, right? So these are for you, and the money has been settled."

Steve's still standing there. Like a fool.

"Do you need anything else, Mr. Harrington?"

"Uhm .. no? No, thank you.. Have a nice day?"

"You too, Mr. Harrington!"

Steve slowly turns around and leaves the shop. Oh, wait, maybe .. maybe he can ask her

The bell jingles again.

"I'm so sorry, I've just uh .. may I ask you who made the order?"

"Let me check. It was a telephone order. Someone came in later and paid, I guess. You'll have to ask my mother, she was the one who took it. But she's out of town currently."

"Oh, I see."

He smiled

"Thank you. Awesome. Flowers." What is wrong with him? Why is he talking like an idiot??

"Thank YOU! Have a great Sunday!"

Steve rushes out of the shop again and slides into the beamer. The bouquet is in front of him and he buries his face in it and inhales the sweet smell of roses. Feels the petals caress his face. Fuuuck. Do girls send guys flowers? Are guys supposed to like it? Is it .. wrong that he likes it? Oh my god. He doesn't know what to think anymore. His face is red just like the roses, and there's a tingling sensation at the back of his head.

There's a note among the flowers. Steve takes it and, it's the usual thing now, his fingers are shaking.

"I don't even know what flowers you like or if you like them at all.

Ever been to Hawkins Community Pool? Of course you have. I've seen you there.

Tuesday or Wednesday, any time. I know you're busy with work. Locker 13, here's the key. Leave at reception.

Hope your weekend's good."

Steve wants to cry.

The roses are amazing, he puts them on the kitchen table and he does change the water every day. They stay fresh for a week. When Steve comes home after work, the wonderful scent welcomes him and it doesn't feel so lonely anymore.

***

Steve can only make it to the public swimming pool on Tuesday evening. The pool closes at 8, and he's there at 6. He stopped at home and picked up a duffle with a towel and swim trunks, just in case. When he gets to the pool, there are still a lot of people. It's good, he doesn't have to pretend he's here for the swimming. Steve goes straight to the lockers and opens number 13. It's empty, just a white envelope's on the shelf.

"You swim so well, have you done it professionally?

Also, you look so hot.

We could break in, night time and go swimming naked, just you and me, what do you say?"

Yes, oh Christ, yes, YES, Steve says yes!!! Who are you already??.. When is he gonna know?

Wait, but what if, when he finds out who's doing it, it just .. he won't like the girl? It's possible. He's gonna be nice to her anyways. Like .. the lengths that she goes to, to make this game happen? No-one's ever ever done anything like that for Steve. Besides, she sounds .. fun. He's gonna be nice to her, even if he's not going to be into her.

"Next clue Starcourt cinema. Here's the ticket. Saturday night, 7 pm. Last row, seat number 9. Search around. They are making a rerun of the Terminator. Have you seen it? Like yeah, everyone's seen it. Wish we could watch it together. Did you like the Terminator's outfit? Pretty badass, right?"

Steve will watch the Terminator again, for sure. He'll have to go alone though. Doesn't want to arouse any suspicion when he's gonna be "looking around".

He also feels .. wooed. The flowers, the ticket to the movies ..? What's gonna be next? A dinner in a restaurant?

Oh, shit! Of course. She'll invite him to a restaurant, or a cafe, or a diner, doesn't matter, it'll be perfect to reveal who she is! That's the plan, right?

Steve's a genius. He's cracked it. He's cracked the scheme!

He still doesn't know who that person is though.

Steve will break Tommy's nose if it's him. Or he'll kiss him, he's not so sure at this point.

Steve's getting impatient. How many clues before he finally finds out who's sending him on this quest? How many??

***

Steve gets a medium popcorn and a cola. The movie is not new, but all the front and middle rows are packed. Seems like every place in Hawkins is teeming with people, but summers are always like that.

Thank God, the last three rows aren't full. There are couples here and there, and Steve knows they are probably here not to watch the film. He sits down and immediately checks the bottom of his seat - maybe it's gonna be the gum trick again. No .. nothing. He slides his hands in the tight spaces between the seat and the armrests on the right and left, and then the back, and there it is - a folded white envelope.

"You're so pretty. The prettiest. You take my breath away. Leaving Hawkins sign on West road. Tuesday, 6 pm."

Steve'd seen the movie. It was good to rewatch it though. And Terminator's outfit? Totally badass. He should absolutely get a black leather jacket.

***

When he drives to the road sign on Tuesday, there aren't many cars around. Steve doesn't understand why, but he feels .. a bit .. ? Can't explain it. Like .. he's still excited about the game, but he knows it'll come to its logical end soon, it has to, and he's feeling anxious about it? What if it's still a prank? It would be so cruel. What if he won't like the person.. the girl who's sending him all of these messages? It would be so unfair, because there's like .. a connection between them already.

Yeah, all that, but also .. there's some heartache in the air tonight, maybe it's because of the sign itself? Will Steve ever leave Hawkins? What does future hold for him?

He finds the note quickly. It's stuck between two metal pieces. God knows why, Steve's drowning in irrational sadness. Nothing is wrong, it's just there. It's just that the game is going to finish soon, right? Is that the reason?

"Don't you ever want to just get in the car and drive drive drive, drive away from here? I sometimes want. With you.

Check mail on Friday."

On the way back, Steve watches in the rear view mirror how the sunset is beginning to settle.

When he comes back home, the first thing he feels when he enters his house is the smell of roses.

***

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