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Summary: Y/N Buckley-Diaz is rushed to the hospital.

Pairings: Eddie Diaz x Daughter!Reader, Evan Buckley x Daughter!Reader, Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley

Warnings: angst, fluff

Masterlist

The Firehouse Miracle

It was a normal Wednesday morning in the Buckley-Diaz household. Both Buck and Eddie were up before Chris and Y/N, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was when Chris came out of his room to the smell of bacon but Y/N didn't. Both Buck and Eddie looked at each other in concern. "Hey, Buck and Dad." Chris said and they smiled at him

"Hey, Chris!" Buck said

"Hey, Buddy!" Eddie said at the same time. Chris sat down and Buck dished out his food but their daughter had yet to come out of her room. "I'll go and check on her." He said after looking at Buck, they had gotten to the point where they could tell what one another was thinking with just one look. Eddie began walking to her room after ruffling his son's hair, which Chris laughed at.

When Eddie got to Y/N's room he knocked first and when he didn't get a response he opened the door and peeked in. He found her curled up in a fetal position still sound asleep at first he smiled then the light caught sweat on her hairline and he frowned. He walked in further and noticed her face scrunched up in pain. He sat on her bed and rubbed her back "Princesa." He said softly using his nickname for her when she was little. She groaned but didn't stir. This wasn't like their daughter. Buck had decided to make his appearance when Eddie didn't come back after 10 minutes. He frowned when he saw her in a curled fetal position, the same position Eddie found her in. He walked in and kneeled on the ground. He looked up at Buck and Eddie shook his head.

Buck began stroking her hair. "Sweetheart? It's time to wake up." He said in a soft voice and she groaned again and Buck looked at Eddie. "You want some food? I got eggs and bacon." He said in a questioning voice. She slowly opened her eyes and grimaced.

"No." She said and looked at Eddie and then Buck. This concerned her fathers.

"You ready to get up and dressed for school?" Eddie asked with a small smile.

"Ok." She said this wasn't their talkative 10-year-old. Eddie got up and Buck stood up. They watched her slowly get out of bed and move slowly around the room.

"We'll be in the kitchen if you need us." Buck said and she nodded and they left the room. Still as concerned as ever when they walked into her room.

"She felt warm didn't she?" Buck asked Eddie and he nodded.

"Yeah, she did. Something isn't right with her. This is not like her." Eddie said and Buck agreed. They reached the kitchen and started to fix her plate just as soon as she started to come out they looked at her. Now out in the light, they could see how pale she was and her gate was slow. She had her school clothes on but they weren't going to send her to school not with her looking like that. She sat down and they put the plate in front of her.

"Hey, Y/N/N." Chris said and she smiled "You don't look so good." He said and she shook her head.

"Hey. I don't feel so good." She admitted as she took one bite of the eggs she swallowed and they could've sworn her face turned green. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom and started throwing up. All three males looked at each other and Eddie and Buck took off towards their daughter.

When they got there she was leaning over the toilet puking what she had in her stomach, which wasn't anything. So she was just dry heaving. She had tears rolling down her face. Eddie was the one to pull her hair back. "Princesa, are you ok?" He asked and she shook her head. Afraid that if she spoke she would just dry heave more. Dry heaving made her exhausted she practically fell into Eddie exhausted and he caught her. "It's ok Princesa." He said and wrapped an arm around her. He then looked at Buck.

"I'll call the school and tell them she's not going. I'll call Maddie and Chim and see if they can watch her." Buck said and looked back at their daughter who had her eyes closed and was sweating and had tears escaping her eyes.

"Yea, that sounds like a good idea." Eddie said. Buck went off into the other room. "Princesa, you want to try and get up?" He asked her. She cracked her eyes open.

"Ok." She said really out of it. He kissed the top of her head and started the process of getting up "Want Maddie." She said and this didn't surprise her father. She went through phases of wanting different people when she was sick.

"Ok, getting up on 1,2,3." He said he helped her stand and her legs were shaking like a newborn foal standing on its legs for the first time and he was mostly supporting her weight. He let her get her footing and then started to help her out of the bathroom and into the living room. "Dad is calling Aunt Maddie now." He said as he laid her on the couch she nodded her head and drifted off to sleep. He made sure she was ok then went to where Buck was in the kitchen with Chris.

"Maddie and Chim said they could take her." Buck said and that made Eddie chuckle "Did she say she wanted Maddie?" He asked.

"Yea she did. Alright, Chris, we are taking you to school and then taking Y/N/N to Maddie and Chim." Eddie said

"I'm gonna say bye to her." Chris said and they smiled. That kid really did love his sister and she loved her brother.

"Just be careful." Buck said as Chris was getting up and walking into the living room. They could hear quiet talking and that brought smiles to their faces.

When it was time to leave Buck was the one to help their daughter up off the couch while Eddie got the truck ready. They were loaded in by the time she and Buck got there. "Dad?" She asked and he looked at her.

"Yes, Baby?" He asked

"I don't feel good." She said and about that time she had leaned over and threw up in the bushes. He held her hair back and rubbed her back.

"I know, Baby. Let it all out." He said and by the time she was done Eddie was there with a washcloth wiping her mouth. They got her loaded into the truck and headed off.

When they dropped Chris off he said bye to them and his sister which she weakly returned. Then they drove to Maddie's and Chimney's house. "Why does Chimney have off?" Y/N asked weakly they both softly smiled.

"He had some things to do around the house and errands to run that Maddie couldn't." Eddie said and she nodded and leaned back against the headrest. They both looked into the review mirror concerned for their youngest.

When they arrived at Maddie's she and Chimney were already outside. All three of them got out of the truck and headed to the couple. "Oh, Honey. You don't look good." Maddie said and brought the girl into a hug "You're warm too." She said.

"Yea she tried to eat and ran to the bathroom and threw up. She was warm then too. She threw up in the bushes. She also said that she wanted you this time." Eddie said and they all chuckled.

"Well you two need to get to work. We got her from here." Chimney said and they nodded and said goodbye to their daughter and headed toward the station. The three of them headed inside. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked the girl as Maddie was helping her sit on the stool.

"No. Not hungry." She said not looking at them so she didn't see the look on their faces towards each other.

"Can you at least drink a little bit of juice or Gatorade?" Maddie asked she looked at her when she said Gatorade.

"Gatorade, please." She said and they smiled. She was always so polite. Chim nodded and got it out of the fridge and opened it for her.

It was becoming 1 PM and it was lunchtime. Y/N had moved to the couch to watch some TV when Maddie came in and sat down. "Hey, do you want to try to eat something? Chim is going to stop at Panera on his way home. He can get you some soup." She asked looking worried.

"I'll try. Can I get the tomato soup?" She asked in a small voice while looking at her and Maddie smiled.

"Of course, I'll text him. You just continue resting and drinking that Gatorade." Maddie said and swept some hair away from her face.

Chim arrived back with the food and Y/N slowly made her way to the table and sat down slowly. They looked at each concerned. "When was the first time you got sick or started feeling this way?" Chim asked the youngest and she took a bite while thinking.

"It started Friday but I didn't think anything of it. I didn't tell Papa or Dad because they were stressed. I didn't start throwing up until this morning." She said taking slow small bites of her soup.

Surprisingly she didn't run to the bathroom throwing up. They finished lunch and when she was getting up pain shot through her right side abdomen. She stopped and took in a sharp breath and this caught the attention of both adults. They turned to her and rushed to her side. "Hey, are you ok?" Chim asked and she didn't answer at first but nodded her head.

"I think so." She said breathlessly. She stood and began walking and both adults watched her eyes roll into the back of her head and her knees buckle as they rushed to catch her. They lowered her to the ground where Chim went into paramedic mode and Maddie went into nurse mode.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Can you hear me?" He asked and they got no response. He felt her pulse and it was racing. Then Maddie made attention to something.

"Chim, her right side abdomen is swollen." She said and she lifted her shirt and sure it enough it was.

"Appendicitis." Chim confirmed.

"Should we call 911 or take her ourselves?" She asked

"It'll be too long for us to take her. Call 911." Chimney said and she nodded and got up to get her phone while Chimney called 911.

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The 118 had just gotten back from a call and were putting their gear away. "How's Y/N/N doing?" Bobby asked the two fathers.

"She's sick. She threw up on Buck's bacon and eggs, which she loves. She then threw up in the bushes when we were leaving." Eddie said as they walked up the stairs to the kitchen.

"Who did she want this time?" He asked knowing the girl.

"Maddie." Eddie said and they chuckled.

"It'll change the next time she's sick." Buck said while getting something to eat. "I'm kind of wondering how she's doing." Buck said and was about to make a call when the bells rang. When the alarm said the address and the situation everyone froze.

"Please tell me that is the wrong address." Buck said as they were gearing up. Once in the truck, Bobby asked for the address again. They said it and Bobby looked back to both of them as they heard the address and the situation. He watched the color drain from their face.

"Ok guys this is one of our own we treat this as any other call." Bobby said but nobody said anything.

They got to the apartment and rushed in. Eddie and Buck were the first one to her but then Hen came in and they started to assess the situation "It looks like she has appendicitis, I don't know if it has bust yet. Did she hit her head on the way down?" She asked Maddie and Chim. They shook their head.

"No, Chim caught her and then we helped lower her down." Maddie said and Hen nodded. Y/N started to come around she opened her eyes and saw her fathers and who she considered her aunts and uncles.

"Papa? Dad?" She asked when her eyes landed on them.

"Princesa, we're here. You're ok." Eddie said and then she looked at Hen and the woman smiled at her.

"Hey, Sweetie. We're going to get you to hospital ok?" Hen asked in a sweet voice and Y/N nodded. They got her on the gurney and everyone left. Maddie stopped Buck.

"We'll meet you there." She said and he nodded he could see a certain look on her face.

"This is not your fault. Ok? Nobody could've predicted this." Buck said and gently grabbed her shoulders and she nodded but tears still came to her eyes. "Hey, it is ok. We're taking her now and she's going to get the surgery that she needs. We should've seen the signs before but she's a good at hiding things." Buck said reassuring his sister. He kissed her forehead and ran to catch up with the rest.

Eddie and Buck rode in the back of the ambulance while another paramedic drove since. When they got to the hospital Hen listed what was wrong with her and they now had to wait. Bobby came up to them. "Take the rest of the day off. We'll be back to be with her and I'll bring you a change of clothes." He said and they both nodded and went to wait in the waiting room. About that time Chimney and Maddie showed up and sat with them.

"What about Chris?" Buck asked thinking of the older child.

"I'll have Carla pick him up and bring him here." Eddie said in a quiet tone. Nobody really spoke after that. It was a comfortable silence. Chimney was holding Maddie's hand and looking down and Maddie was looking at the doors wishing she was still working as a nurse to fins out what is going on. Buck and Eddie were just staring into space wondering how the missed the signs.

"How did we miss it?" Eddie asked "She never let us know she was in pain or was sick." He said shaking his head.

"She's good at hiding things." Buck said. Maddie then looked at them.

"She said that she didn't want to bother you. You were both stressed She said it started Friday but I didn't think anything of it. She also said that she didn't start throwing up until this morning." She said and if they weren't feeling bad before they were feeling bad now. Just then Bobby and Athena walked into the waiting room. Bobby handed Eddie and Buck their bags and they went and changed.

"Are they ok?" Athena asked

"They're feeling bad because they didn't catch the symptoms earlier." Chimney said

"They shouldn't feel bad. She's good at hiding things and masking pain." Bobby said and they all agreed. Eddie and Buck walked out from getting changed. Athena hugged the both of them and they hugged her back.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Buck said to Bobby once Athena released the hug.

"I'm just here dropping of your bags and then heading back out. We'll be back after out shift. Athena here actually doesn't have to go back to work." Bobby said and they nodded. Bobby left after a few minutes "Keep us updated." He said and they nodded.

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1 hr. later the doctor was coming out into the waiting room. "Family of Y/N Buckley-Diaz?" He said and Eddie and Buck stood up and walked over to him.

"We're he dads." Eddie said and he nodded.

"I'm Dr. Waters. We got in there just in time. Any minute later it would've ruptured. She still has a fever and we put her on IV fluids and antibiotics. She has been moved to a room. You can go and see here in room 118." He said and they nodded and he turned and left. They found it a little bit funny that she was in room 118 when they worked for the 118. They walked over to Maddie, Chimney, and Athena. They looked at them.

"The got in surgery just in time. Any minute later and it would've ruptured. She still has a fever and has been put on IV fluids and antibiotics. She's in room 118. We can go see her." Buck said and everyone sighed in relief.

"118 huh?" Chimney said with a chuckle.

"We found it funny too." Eddie said as they started to go and see the most beloved girl known to the firehouse. "I'm gonna text Bobby and Hen and let them know." He said as he started walking and texting. He also texted Carla.

They got to her room and found her sleeping peacefully and they walked in. Eddie and Buck walked over to her and brought over two uncomfortable plastic chairs and waited for her to wake up. They would've woken her up but they wanted her to sleep. Everyone else took seats around the room.

30 minutes later she woke up with a groan and her dads were up and fussing over her. "Princesa." Eddie said at the same time as Buck said "Baby." She moved slightly uncomfortbale.

"How are you feeling?" Eddie asked

"Better. What happened?" She asked

"You had your appendix removed. You fainted when you were at Maddie's and Chimney's place." Buck said and she nodded and then looked over to them.

"I'm sorry guys." She said feeling guilty. They walked over to her along with Athena. "Hi, Athena." She added.

"Hi, Sweetie." Athena said and smiled

"It's ok, really. We're just happy you're ok." Maddie said and Chimney nodded as they touched her leg. They talked for awhile until she let out a yawn and they let her back to sleep.

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3:15 PM rolled around and Carla was coming in with Chris. They greeted everyone and then turned to Y/N who was awake. "Hey sis." Chris said and she smiled.

"Hey big bro." She said tiredly

"Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?" Carla said

"Hi, Carla. I'm feeling ok just sore." She said and she smiled.

"Knowing you, you'll be back to your normal self in no time." She said and Y/N smiled they all knew it was true. Nurses and came and went throughout the day checking on her. Her fever had broke and now she had to spend the night and hopefully be released tomorrow.

She had fallen asleep again while everyone had quiet conversations. When it had turned to 5 PM Bobby, and Hen were walking into the room carrying some things. "118 huh?" Bobby asked and chuckled.

"Yea, that's the same reaction we had." Chimney said and then Y/N stirred.

"Hi Bobby and Athena." She said and smiled and they smiled bacl.

"Hi Y/N." Bobby and Hen said at the same time.

"We got you some things." Hen said and that is when they noticed the 'Get Well Soon' bear and balloon and then the flowers in Bobby's hands.

They all talked and then visiting hours were over. Buck and Eddie were allowed to stay since she was minor. Carla offered to take Chris back home and to school the next day. Once everyone left they got comfortable although they had one thing on their mind and Buck was the first one to address it. "Baby, why did you hide it from us?" Buck asked and she looked down.

"I didn't want to bother you. You both were stressed from pulling two 24-hr shifts. I didn't think it was anything just something that I ate. I'm sorry." She said and they felt their heartbreak.

"Princesa, it's ok. We should've saw the signs earlier so it's on us. Just please come to us next time." He said and she nodded her head and looked up with tears falling.

"You can always come to us." Buck said and she sniffled and then yawned. "You tired?" He asked and she nodded her head and they chuckled.

"Get some sleep. We'll be right here." Eddie said and she nodded and she scooted down with the help of her and got comfortable.

"I love you Papa and Dad." She said already going to sleep.

"We love you too." They said at the same time. They got comfortable and listened to the sound of her heart monitor beeping steadily. They promised they would pay more attention to their surroundings when it comes to their kids, even after pulling two 24-hr shifts. She also promised to come to them when she started to feel sick.

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Dad! Andy Biersack- Fight Alone

A couple things before we start: -CW for mentions of running away from home and fighting

-This one has a lot of POV jumping, it’s only from Andy’s perspective to the reader’s though

-Can we appreciate Andy’s moobs more often? They’re GORGEOUS

Anyways…

Readers POV

I was waiting in the school’s front office for my godfather, Jinxx, to come pick me up. I’d gotten into a fight today because some jerk that’d been picking on me shoved me into my locker again. Normally, I’d brush it off and go about my day like nothing happened, but today was different. I guess the anger got the best of me because I socked that kid straight in the nose.

I knew my dad would be pissed with a capital P and would tell me that I should’ve gone to a teacher, but every time I asked for any help, I’d get the same ‘boys will be boys’ response. The only person I ever told was Jinxx, he was the only one that listened.

“Ms. Biersack, your guardian is here to pick you up.” The front office lady said, her voice was always snarky and nasally, just like her attitude.

I looked up and saw Jinxx standing there, he was dressed in his usual black outfit and to be honest, he didn’t look like he belonged in a public high school.

I got up, grabbed my bag and walked over to Jinxx without a word. He knew, and he knew I didn’t want to talk about it.

~Time skip brought to you by Andy’s moobies~

The car ride was spent in absolute silence, neither Jinxx or I spoke a word.

As we pulled into the car of my house, I noticed everyone’s cars were there. Dad must’ve been practicing when he got the call.

I was about to get out when Jinxx placed his hand on my shoulder and broke the silence. “Y/N, we both know your dad’s going to be pissed…” Jinxx said with a sigh before continuing. “You did the right thing. You took matters into your own hands and made it clear that you weren’t going to tolerate bullying of any kind.”

I nodded and Jinxx gave me a quick hug before we both exited the car. ‘Here goes nothing…’ I thought to myself.

As soon as I entered the house and walked into the kitchen, I was met with a loud yell from my dad. “Fighting?! Is this how I raised you, Y/N?!” My dad asked, clearly pissed off with the fact that I defended myself.

“Dad, it’s all a misunderstanding, I was just-” I tried to reason with my dad and explain what happened, only to be cut off by him yelling again.

“I don’t want to hear it!” My dad yelled again. “You are just like your mother; a reckless woman with no regard for the consequences of your actions!” That hurt. Being compared to the deadbeat woman that left us because she was too addicted to drugs to even care about the family she was leaving behind.

“Andy, you can’t say that-” Jake tried to step in, but dad cut him off just like he did to me.

“Stay out of this, Jake.” He said sternly before turning his attention back to me. “My parents were right, I should’ve put you up for adoption the moment your mother left.”

My dad had never spoken to me like this before, and it hurt like hell. For once, I just wanted him to listen and understand, not scream at me for making mistakes.

I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I pushed past him and went to my room. Dad was angrily yelling for me to get back to the kitchen because he wasn’t done talking, but I didn’t listen. I went to my room and closed the door, shutting him out.

Andy’s POV

“Get back here, young lady! You don’t get to just walk away when I’m-” My scolding was cut off when Jinxx placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Andy, enough!” He said sternly. “I understand that you’re angry at Y/N for what she did, but that doesn’t mean you should talk to her the way you did.”

I scoffed, too angry to care about my daughter’s emotions. I walked to the living room and the guys and I began band practice to distract myself from the disappointment in not only daughter, but with myself.

Reader’s POV

I collapsed into bed and cried into my pillow. I knew I fucked up, but my dad didn’t have any right to say what he did. Was I really like my mom? Does dad really want to get rid of me?

A million thoughts and emotions ran through my head at once, and I knew what I had to do. My dad didn’t want me around anymore, so why should I stay? I knew my dad would be busy with band practice and being angry, so he’d be distracted for at least two hours.

I got up from my bed and grabbed a notebook as well as a pen. Sitting down on my bed, I began to write the note my dad would find later.

‘To my dad, I’m sorry for turning out like mom and for always disappointing you. You were right; you should’ve listened to your parents and gotten rid of me when she left, but I guess it doesn’t matter now that I’m gone. I love you so much, dad, and I don’t want you to blame yourself for this. Tell the guys I love them and that I’ll miss them. Your daughter, Y/N Biersack.’

I tore the note from my notebook and placed it on my bed before getting up and opening my window, climbing out and using the tree outside to keep myself from busting my ass.

Andy’s POV

A few hours has passed since my argument with Y/N, and I realized that I hadn’t been up to check on her at all.

Realizing how much of a bad father this made me look like, I quickly went upstairs and knocked on my daughter’s door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” I asked, my voice didn’t sound angry anymore, I didn’t feel like arguing with her again.

I was met with silence from inside the room. Usually, if Y/N was asleep, she’d at least groan in response to my knocking, but nothing happened this time.

I was getting nervous as seconds ticked by and eventually I couldn’t handle the silence anymore, so I opened the door and walked inside.

I was met with a shock of cold air as I stepped through the doorway and I quickly realized that it was because the window was open. Confused, I walked over to close it, when my eyes fell on a note that was sitting on Y/N’s bed.

Picking up the note and reading it made my heart sink. She was gone. I felt my knees shake as they struggled not to give out and tears sting my eyes, a sob threatened to escape my lips. My daughter ran away because of me.

Reader’s POV

I walked to the old abandoned railroad tracks. The station that was attached to the tracks was abandoned as well, so it’d give me somewhere to hide and shelter myself for the time being.

I walked into the station and sat on the dusty floor against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I quickly realized that I’d forgotten to bring my jacket and my old Bowie shirt wasn’t doing much to keep me warm.

My dad’s words echoed through my head, ‘You’re just like your mother’, ‘I should’ve put you up for adoption.’  I placed a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t deserve to cry because I let everyone down, just like my mom.

Andy’s POV

I called everyone. My friends, Joe, anyone that Y/N could’ve been in contact with, but no one knew where my daughter was.

CC walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump nearly four feet in the air. I was so on edge because of the whole situation that I forgot the guys were here. “We called the cops, and they said they can’t do anything until she’s been missing for 24 hours,” CC said with a sigh. “Jinxx says our best bet is to go out and look for her.”

I nodded and grabbed my jacket before joining the guys in the car, sitting in the front with the window down, yelling my daughter’s name. ‘Just come back home, baby…’ I thought helplessly.

Lonny suddenly spoke up from the back of the car. “Y/N and I walked the railroad tracks in the summer. Maybe we could look there?”

Jinxx sighed and turned the car out of the empty parking lot we’d been driving around. “It’s worth a shot.”

~Time skip part ||~

We pulled up to the abandoned tracks and got out of the car. I walked ahead of the group, hoping with my entire heart that my daughter was safe and alive.

Jinxx decided that it would be best for us to split up and search. The groups consisted of Lonny and I, and Jake and CC. Jinxx decided to search the outer areas of the abandoned station.

I walked into the dusty station with Lonny behind me. It was cold as we searched and the floorboards creaked under my boots, making the whole place seem creepier than it actually was.

As we walked, I suddenly stopped and pulled out my phone to turn on the flashlight. My heart nearly stopped when I saw it in the light.

My daughter was sitting on the dusty station floor with her knees against her chest and her arms around herself, her skin covered in goosebumps.

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around Y/N’s frigid body. Her head rested on my chest and her arms wrapped around my torso as she sobbed.

“Daddy, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything…” Her voice was broken and defeated through the tears, it was also muffled by my shirt as she buried her head into my chest.

I hushed her softly, the same way I’d do when she had nightmares as a kid. “Shhh… It’s alright, baby bat, it’s not your fault…”

A few tears slipped down my face, but I didn’t care. It was like the world didn’t exist anymore and holding my daughter was the only thing that mattered. I smoothed her hair over with the palm of my hand, slowly and gently, to soothe her while whispering soft words in her ear.

When we were finally done crying, Y/N held onto me tighter. She was shivering and I feared she’d catch a cold if I didn’t do something.

Carefully, I removed my jacket and placed it around her while continuing to shush her gently.

Lonny cleared his throat awkwardly from behind us. “I… uh… I hate to break up the father-daughter moment, but we should probably get Y/N back to the car before she freezes to death.”

I nodded and carefully picked up my daughter up. She shook the whole way to the car, even with my jacket, she was still freezing.

As I got into the car, I kept my arms around Y/N. Her head rested against my shoulder and her knees pressed against my thighs. I reached one of my hands up and brushed it against her hair.

“You really scared us there, Y/N.” Jake said, trying to lighten the mood.

I shook my head at him, knowing my daughter, I knew she wouldn’t want to talk about it until later. “You’ll be okay, baby bat, things are going to get better.” I whispered in her ear, attempting to make things better with my daughter.

As the car ride went on, I could feel Y/N relaxing into me, and when I looked over, she’d fallen asleep against my side. Her breath was shallow and even, her arms held my bicep as if I’d disappear if she let go, and her eyes were shut.

Jinxx pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. Lonny opened the car door while CC helped me carry Y/N inside. As I picked her up, she stirred and snuggled further into my arms. For a second, I swear I saw her as a baby again; wrapped in my arms in a Black Veil Brides shirt that was too big for her as I carried her inside after she fell asleep coming home from a show. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, how could I have been such a bad dad to such a precious girl?

I brought Y/N to the living room and laid her down on the couch before grabbing a throw blanket and covering her sleepy and shivering body with it. The guys and I decided it was best if they stayed over to help with Y/N, knowing she needed the support of her family right now.

I slipped my boots off and laid down behind my daughter, wrapping a protective arm around her as she slept.

“I will always be with you, baby bat. Daddy will always be here.” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple before laying my head down above hers and falling asleep with my baby bat in my arms.

~THE END~

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Braj ki Holi (Ch-5)

//Ch-4// //Masterlist//

The next morning Dau decided to take all of us to Vishram ghat in Mathura. Our train was in the evening at around 7pm and Mathura was barely half an hour away so we agreed to visit a few more temples and ghats. 

All the girls decided to wear ethnic today, and I was glad that I had packed some nice ones to wear. My mother had packed a maroon chikankari kurti for me and lent me a beautiful pair of silver jhumke from her collection. She had also asked me to send her photographs in this dress. 

"Yaar koi dori bandh do mera mera bhagya kahan hai ki koyi cute sa ladka bandh de mere liye," I heard Bhumi who was trying to tie the threads of her backless kurti in front of the mirror. 

Subhadra laughed and helped my sister to tie those threads while commenting, "Arey didi itna rona nahi lago kya pata koi ladka aaj mil jaye?" Radhika who was combing her hair joined in too, saying, "Ekdum apsara jaisi sundarta leki padhari hai humari Bhumi ladkon ka dil phisla degi."

Bhumi giggled and applied perfume to her arms and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni khubsurat lago. Not fair!"

I facepalmed and pulled her away from the mirror. "Okay Bhumi ji, now let others use the mirror too. Hume bhi khubsurat lagna hai."

Bhumi sat on the bed and began scrolling on her phone. Radhika was braiding her hair while Subhadra was playing with the beads on her beaded kurti. I applied a thick stroke of my kajal on my eyes and after feeling satisfied with the length and thickness of the kohl, I announced, "Okay, I am done. All ready."

"Whoa!" All the girls exclaimed. "Your eyes look stunning in kajal. You should wear it often," Subhadra commented. "Kanha bhaiya would get lost in your eyes for sure." This earned her a smack on her shoulder from Radhika. 

Radhika walked over to me and moved her fingers in a circle around my face. "Like those typical indian tv serial vali mummy, tujhe kisiki nazar na lage."

"Jaa meri Bhaishmi jaa ab inn aakhon se aankhon ki gustakhiyan khel."

Adjusting my dupatta over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at Bhumi who shrugged her shoulders and pushed me outside the room, making me collide with someone. 

"Bhumi, what are you…" Thank you Bhumi! "I am so sorry Krishna, Bhumi pushed me and I had no idea that you would be walking here."

Subhadra's words indeed came true and I was struck with the realization that Krishna was holding me by my shoulders, his face leaning a little dangerously close to mine in front of everyone. 

"Not in front of my lipstick, you two!" Radhika's words brought Krishna out of my kohl lined eyes.

I took a step back and adjusted my dupatta again, a brilliant way to hide my blushy face. 

"Uh.. No I- not that, we won't… God, Bhaishmi, your eyes look angelic in kajal. Had you walked over to my seat on the train with kajal in your eyes, I would have proposed to you there itself." 

Radhika, Subhadra and Bhumi smirked. My devious sister pretended to clear her throat and motioned the others to walk with her. "Generous of us to offer you guys some privacy. Bhaishmi, I need details."

"Ghanta details." I looked at Krishna who was back to smiling amusedly at me. "Chalo sab mandir."

****

It was 2.30pm and all of us decided to have lunch and visit the Vishram ghat after which we would head back to kaki's house and leave for the train station. 

The ghat was usually crowded in the evening where tourists as well as locals gathered together to witness the yamuna aarti. Sadly, we couldn't stay that long to see the aarti, so we decided to enjoy the sight of the river and take a look at the various shrines built on the ghat. 

The ghat looked quite empty in the afternoon. We could see some of the priests and a few devotees here and there. The boats were aligned together on the river and tied to one of the posts. 

"There's our Vrindavan," Radhika pointed towards a distant mass of hills and trees visible from the ghat. 

I saw Ranvit staring at that location for a long time. He then said, "I love how Vrindavan and Mathura have still kept their history and culture together while moving forward with time. Here are various ghats and temples constructed by so many saints and kings in history; so many folklores and tales connected to each and every corner of every street. Even though we live in the twenty-first century, a part of the old times still resides here. Call me crazy, but I can still feel that maybe once we turn a corner, a portal will open and we all will be with Krishna and his sakhas." He paused and sighed, "This holiday will be the most memorable holiday in my life."

Arjun then spoke up. "This was my first time in Vrindavan too, and I feel blessed to come here. Somehow connecting to our roots grants a different sense of happiness. I don't think I have the right words to describe what I feel, but I feel that this place has changed something in me."

Arjun was right. This place, this little vacation did change something inside me too. I met some amazing people and bonded with them; celebrated a festival together and created so many lovely memories that I will look back on in the future. 

Heck, I feel like Naina from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani as I write this. Now in the movie, Bunny and Naina got together, but does this story have the same ending? 

Subhadra gave a side hug to Bhumi. "You all don't make me cry, okay. Bhumi, Bhaishmi and Ranvit… I am going to miss you all so much. Be in touch or I will spam all your inboxes."

I saw Radhika looking at Krishna, their eyes having a silent conversation on their own. Her hand gently patted his shoulder. 

"I agree with my little sister. I never expected to have such a wonderful Holi celebration. All of this feels straight out of a book or a movie you know but I am glad I met you guys," Dau said. 

"Are we going to stay here the entire time? We need to head back and drop them off at the station too."

Thanks for reminding me Krishna about that! 

The journey back to kaki's house was no longer filled with us talking about how special this trip was or if we were going to miss each other or not. Radhika and Krishna had decided to cheer up everyone with a playful banter and soon we all were laughing until our stomachs ached. 

We reached kaki's house in an hour. Everyone rushed out of the car except me and Krishna. I wanted time to slow down by a few hours just to spend some more time with him, thus I walked excruciatingly slow while passing occasional glances at Krishna. 

"Okay, I am going to regret this if I don't do it now and let you go." This was the last thing I heard before Krishna pulled my wrist towards him and led me towards a secluded wall. 

Pressing his forehead against mine, he murmured, "Do you want this too? For the first and maybe the last time I think?"

"Do it, Krishna."

And at last, I was closer to his lips than his flute had ever been. Both of us let our yearning out for each other, not caring even once about the consequences. His lips were soft like rose petals and he kissed me as passionately as he played his flute. 

And we slowly moved away from each other after what seemed like eternity. We smiled at each other, and his arm moved around my waist, bringing me close to him. 

"You know the next time I look up at the stars, I will always be reminded of you, Krishna," I told him as I hugged him for one last time. 

His fingers played with my hair, delicately brushing them over my hair. "And why so?"

"The first time I saw you, it was your eyes that drew me in. They always shine with happiness and love for each and everything that exists in this world." Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, I added, "And we have met like two stars too; coming close for a while and then moving away to our respective paths ahead."

I could feel him smile and his arms embraced me tighter. A very funny feeling arose in my chest. Warmth seeped inside my body, the more I stayed in Krishna's embrace. I felt the heaviness in my heart at the prospect of leaving this place and him, but there was peace and understanding too. I could feel my stomach do somersaults yet there was a calming effect too. 

Are there any specific words to describe this feeling? 

"Bhaishmi, where are you? Kaka and Kaki are calling." Thank you, Ranvit. I love you so freaking much! 

The warmth that had enveloped my being had escaped back to nature, as I felt Krishna move a step back from me. 

The end, isn't it? 

****

Bhumi was on the phone with my maasi who had once again taken up the role of cautioning sixteen year olds to not accept any food from strangers on the train. 

God, how would she react when we would tell her about our little adventure. Now, dear reader, it's obvious that we all lied to our parents that we were at the hotel and not with a group of teenagers

"Tum sab badme parivar ke sath aana bachon samjhe?" Yashodhara kaki wiped a lone tear with the end of her pallu. 

Nanda kaka was busy settling all our luggages near our seats. I saw him smile and shake his head at kaki but I could make out that he too felt a little sad with us leaving. Strange, how people take up spaces in other people's hearts when they have met only for a short amount of time? 

Bhumi was munching on those tasteless, saltless yellow Lays chips causing me and Ranvit to grimace. Dau was inside with kaka and Krishna was on the platform, standing silently. 

Radhika's gaze often switched between the two of us. Subhadra being the clever girl she is, cleverly asked everyone to get inside the train after sending Dau out to get some more snacks for us, leaving two people behind at the train compartment's gate. 

Reader, you must know who they are? 

"Goodness, my sister is far more clever than me," muttered Krishna. 

I looked at Subhadra's retreating figure as she walked to my seat. God, just a few days ago only we were on the train meeting each other the first time and now it was time to go back. Soon. This was ending too soon. 

I think when we leave a place we leave behind some part of ourselves there and carry bits of the places in us while leaving for the next destination. I was taking away some scenic sites, fun memories, amazing friends, beautiful flute tunes that would always find a way to enter my dreams and sweet memories of a very pretty boy. 

The train was to leave the station in ten minutes and Krishna and I weren't speaking a word. Our fingers would fiddle around each other, with our lips trying desperately to conceal the words of our hearts. 

But finally, Universe being the master conspirator, conspired against every bodily function and made me speak the sentence. 

"I am going to love you, Krishna."

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze for a very long time. His eyes that had lost their shine for a few moments back there on the platform were twinkling again just like my favourite stars adorning the night sky. 

Sometimes we don't need to have those forever kind of love stories. Love can be found in small moments of time too and maybe you may choose other things or some other person later in life, you are still going to house that love in your heart forever. I think people might not be forever, but love is. 

And I was going to nurse this beautiful plant of love forever. These four to five days with him were going to be some wonderful memories inside my heart. 

But indeed was it love? We only met for a few days. You can love people for the briefest of moments too. Love is a very mysterious but beautiful language of the Universe that connects your heartstrings to many people. Popularly, love might always mean romance and relationships, but one must never forget the love that exists in friends, amidst nature and quiet places that exist to tell you little secrets of life. 

I was going to love Subhadra, Dau, Arjun, Radhika, Kaka and Kaki too. I was going to love this blissful experience of Vrindavan and Mathura. There was love flowing in the breeze when Krishna and I talked by the Yamuna river. The stars that I saw with him on the terrace the night before and the darkness that welcomed my eyes after sleep embraced me as my head rested on his shoulders spoke of that love. 

This little bud of love had blossomed into a lotus inside me. And, Krishna understood everything that I have written here because… 

"I am going to love you too, Bhaishmi."

Kaka, Kaki, Dau, Subhadra and Radhika came back to the gate and stepped down on the platform one by one. Krishna was the last one to move down, but he did not leave my hand after giving me a very precious object. 

He left his peacock chain from his flute in my fingers. Those beautiful lips curled upwards for one last time and I committed his smile to my memory, and those starry eyes once again promised: I am going to love you, Bhaishmi. 

"Goodbye, Krishna."

"No. See you soon, Bhaishmi."

Kaki waved at us and I felt Ranvit's hand over my shoulder. I stood near the gate until the others on the platform were reduced to a dot in my vision until I could no longer see the platform, with Krishna's sweet voice ringing inside my ears. 

"See you soon…"

*****

Hello! It is 12.36am with machhar attacking me from all sides but I managed to write this fic nevertheless.

Wait wait wait I completed this fic??? I had started this out before my board exams maybe somewhere in April after I posted about a fic I had wrote somewhere half way about meeting Krishna on a train and some people told me to post it here. I changed a lot of things here though that what I had originally written before.

Also the last section of the fic, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. And worry not, we are going to have an epilogue. Picture abhi bhi bali hai mere dost!

Also, I would love to hear your thoughts about the ending. What were you expecting? Was it good or you wanted something else. Everything!

Anyway, I should go to sleep now. And god I am going to miss these characters. I hope you guys miss them too. Bhaishmi and everyone will always be here on this blog.

Okay so tagging people for one last time here for this fic:

@ma-douce-souffrance @lil-stark @jessbeinme15 @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @pokemon-master-elita @manwalaage @phoenix666stuff @itsfookingloosah @riiddhhiii

#samridhi writes #Krishna x reader #more like Krishna x rukmini modern au #because Bhaishmi is another name of rukminj #rukmini #too tired to correct the spelling okay #Krishna fics #krishnablr #and as jess invented: #gopiblr #so yeah if Krishna and rukminj got together in dwaraka #why not now #heheheh #bas machar bahut kaat rhe hai me go to sone on my warm bed #bas dimag officially thak gaya #kahani pasand aaye toh khabar krne ka #machar bahut khun piya hai mera likhte vakt #bye goodnight

[bookishcatcafe]

Loona's Family: A Fan-Fic Part 1/2

Thanks again @trin-draws-art for the inspiration! Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

It was a busy day at home today. Blitz was scrambling around the house, putting up decorations, calling at Stolas to help him with said decorations--especially with those in places Blitz could not reach like the "Happy Birthday" sign currently haphazardly hanging in the kitchen or the blowing of balloons which were currently slowly sliding to the floor or countertops.

During all the commotion, Via had walked into the kitchen, grabbed the carton of orange juice, and made a glass while also making a bowl of cereal and taking it to the other room. She was quiet. She still wore her PJs during all this--it was currently noon.

Stolas: Oh dearie--we do need to finish these decorations and prepare for tonight's dinner.

Blitz: And we need the cake! I…mayyy need your help with that babe.

Stolas: Chuckles as he finishes blowing a balloon You can help me decorate it then. I know you and your baking skills.

Blitz laughs as he struggles with one of the balloons. Loona was in her room, listening to music in bed, and scrolling through texts between her and Vortex.

Via sat and ate in the other room of the Goetia palace--which Stolas now brought in Blitz and Loona after the divorce finalized and their relationship blossomed. She had felt as if, when Loona and Blitz came in, her own world was drifting. As if, Stolas felt more in love with them than her--a mere product of his past trauma. She knew how rocky Stella and Stolas had it together—she herself questioned her father’s sexuality and comfortability with her mom. For some reason, which at the time she did not know of, they had to stay together for the family. She sighs and rubs her forehead, shaking it off. She finished eating and made her way to her own room.

Loona went through pictures on her phone: pics of the crew at IMP, aesthetically pleasing pics of different spots in Hell and on Earth which some contained her and her IMP co-workers, selfies through the ages, and pictures of her and Blitz.

Something struck a chord in her, seeing the picture of Blitz and her at Blitz's place. It was her first day home and Blitz had wanted to celebrate it with breakfast for dinner, streamers, balloons, and a present--a red shirt with a black skull on it. As she gazed at the picture, tears ran down her cheeks and she whimpered in bed.

Via heard whimpers from outside of Loona's bedroom which was in the same hallway as her own--she goes to knock before hesitating and moving away. She thought to herself, "And on her birthday…what's making her so sad? I don't think I'd even know what to say." She goes to her room and shuts the door behind her, changing out of her PJs and into a sweater, black jeans, and a beanie. She puts on makeup and leaves the room.

Loona wipes her tears, getting out of bed, getting dressed, and leaving her room--making sure to not get caught by Blitz or Stolas as she quietly moves around the palace and out into the backyard. She finds herself surrounded by the wonderous gardens that Stolas had grown by hand--she found it pretty and let out a slight smile as she wanders through the paths of roses and sunflowers until she found herself in a conservatory. It was shrouded in green endless vines, lavender flowers, a pond surrounding the building, and a small sign engraved in gold near the entrance of the conservatory which read "For Via, my darling owlette". As she read this, Loona sighed and entered the conservatory. It smelled fresh and at that moment felt like the world around her was wet—which it was by the occasional misting that occurred around her which covered her and the countless plants.

Loona felt like she had entered another world when she had moved into Stolas's palace. She had known Stolas prior to this--they knew how they obtained the grimoire--let alone the relationship her dad had with him. She had felt like a black sheep--not being an imp and yet is the daughter to one. As a hellhound, she felt lower than everyone else around her—the imps at work, her dad, hell even the other hellhounds she would meet she never truly connected with. She thought back to Stolas, and then to Via. She felt that Via had everything--though as events occurred which culminated into their now living together--Loona had learned more about the stiff relationship that was the Goetia family. She felt like, for some semblance, Via and her were a little alike. She had helped find her for Hell's sake--yet why does she feel this way between them? Why does she feel like the outcast in the room, this fly on the proverbial wall.

Via was on the other end of the conservatory, staring at Loona just sitting on a bench and staring at the hydrangeas that hung above her in flower pots. She walks over and sits next to Loona, sighing, as she offers her a small box.

Via: Happy Birthday Loona.

Loona takes the box and opens it to find a small locket which was in the shape of a hellhound’s face. She opens it to see a picture of her, on that night, smiling up at the shooting stars together. When she opens the locket, she begins to cry again, to which Via holds her close into a hug, letting her now-sister cry into her shoulder.

#helluva boss #loona #octavia #fanfiction

[trickstarbrave]

hey guys do u wanna see it so far. bc its breaking my heart and i am. suffering.

wip based on an au from @mulberrycafe, set in vivi’s story where a reincarnation of vivec is the dragonborn, but this one featuring nerevar and voryn’s reincarnations finding each other again

cw for depression and thoughts of suicide

Nerevar smiled as he finished another lecture at the temple, though the smile did not reach his eyes. 

He had walked as Nerevar so long as the Nerevarine that he became Nerevar in body as well. His dunmer skin faded, the curse of Azura being washed away to reveal stunning chimer gold once more. It was a great honor, one he thought that maybe, as the years went on, his people could enjoy as well. He fought hard for them, for their safety, and to reform Morrowind as the Hortator once more. No longer did anyone dare call him ‘outlander’ after his accent took on the full dunmeri accent and the truth was known across every corner of Morrowind. 

And then the Red Year came, ravaging across the land. Baar Dau came crashing down after Vivec suddenly vanished, and Red Mountain erupted. Most of mainland Morrowind was plagued with tidal waves and raging ash storms that destroyed villages, and barely anything remained of the former island of Vvardenfell. Refugees came to Mournhold, then pooled out into Solstheim after the empire gave it to Morrowind, and then further into Skyrim in desperation. 

Still, the people had hope so long as Nerevar was there, sun glinting off his skin and proclaiming their people were going to survive. Worship of the Good Daedra was reinstated, and slowly they began their recovery. Nerevar was a beacon of hope once more. 

And yet, Nerevar didn’t have it in him to be truly happy. 

He should be. His people survived and were slowly overcoming the challenges in front of them--first the Red Year and then the argonian invasion. Yet there was still an emptiness in his chest that haunted him, a pain that only grew, like a piece of him was missing. 

His memories of Nerevar no longer brought him comfort in the quiet of the night. Because in the end, he was alone. Almalexia and Sotha Sil were dead. Vivec was gone, likely dead himself given Baar Dau’s fall. And…

And Voryn was gone. He’d been gone for some time. 

He didn’t want to call Dagoth Ur by Voryn’s name. Dagoth Ur was certainly part of Voryn, but a twisted part of him that was driven mad by the heart. In truth, Voryn Dagoth had died in the days of Resdayn, shortly before Nerevar was killed in turn. Voryn’s body laid there in the heart chamber as Nerevar laid beside him, bleeding out after being stabbed while the tribunal mutilated his body. As much as he reached for Voryn, trying to find comfort in at least holding his dead friend’s hand as they killed him, the Tribunal never gave him the privilege, not even as his last dying wish. 

He never got a chance to tell Voryn how much he loved him. A fact that felt like it was slowly killing him every day. 

His movement had become stiff and robot as the years went on. He got up. He dressed. He ate. He went to meetings. He went to speak in front of the temple. He helped his people and tended to their needs. And then he retired to his room to stare up at the ceiling utterly and completely alone. 

Nerevar had even begun to resent Azura on some level, in the corner of his heart. It didn’t seem like an honor to be brought back to life and given an extended lifespan anymore. All he wanted was to at least join the man he loved in the afterlife, but he wasn’t allowed that either. There were days, particularly hard days where he could barely pull himself out of bed, where he debated just ending it all. But he knew he didn’t have it in him--how would the dunmer people react if they found out their hero and king had killed himself? They would fall into despair, lost in the world. 

As much as it was torture, Nerevar had to keep living, even as the light from his eyes began to fade and the world began to lose it’s color, even as the flowers began to lose their scent and his food became tasteless on his tongue, he persisted. He would live on for them and them alone. 

Voryn would want him to, after all. And he would do anything for Voryn--for his closest friend and the love of his life. He’d even live this hellish existence, if only for him. 

Most of the people filed out after his talk, taking a few rations or giving donations according to need or what they could give. Nerevar smiled and greeted the few brave dunmer who bowed their heads and thanked him for his services, as the temple began to get quiet. 

There was only one person remaining, a tall dunmer in the back with a masculine build, wearing a chitin helm and heavy, ragged cloak. He looked certainly worse for wear, but Nerevar had seen him come in regularly now, yet never take any rations. 

“Come here, stranger.” Nerevar motioned him over. The dunmer jumped before slowly and hesitantly approaching. “Are you hungry? We still have plenty of rations.” 

The dunmer paused, looking over at them before shaking his head no. 

Nerevar smiled again. “It’s no trouble. I’ve done this for our people, so you are more than welcome to take some.” Nerevar handed him a bundle, shoving it into his arms before the man had a chance to refuse again. “Do you have a family who needs some as well?” 

The dunmer slowly placed the rations into his bag before shaking his head again. 

“... Are you unable to speak?” Nerevar asked, raising an eyebrow. With all the injuries after the Red Year, it was quiet possible. Some people choked on ash so much they lost their voices completely, or assassination attempts gone wrong could have severed their vocal cords. At his question, the dunmer nodded his head. 

“Wait right here.” Nerevar turned to grab some parchment and a piece of charcoal, before handing it to the dunmer. “Here, you can write your responses. I see you come in here every day, so surely there must be something on your mind.” 

The dunmer looked at the paper for a long time, before sitting on one of the benches and began to write. Nerevar took a seat next to him, waiting patiently. 

“I only wanted to see you, Hortator.” The writing read, a bit messy but with a certain charm that tugged at Nerevar’s heart. The hortator chuckled softly.

“Well you’ve seen me. I’m always here to help my people, sera.” Nerevar smiled, trying to force it to follow up to his eyes. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll do anything in my power to help you. All you need to do is write it down and I shall.” 

--

That was how the two of them met, the stranger in chitin armor and rags and hortator. At least it gave him something new to do, outside his usual routine. The dunmer asked him many questions about Azura and the good daedra, and Nerevar answered them the best he could. Sometimes Nerevar would sing hymns to Azura, sometimes they both would just sit and pray, and sometimes the stranger would ask him random questions about what meals he enjoyed eating. 

It was nice. At least as nice as it would get for Nerevar. He knew very well to uphold his duties as king and keep the dunmer at arms length, but it was nice to have someone he could talk to one on one. Someone who wasn’t a politician trying to get something from him, at least. They talked like that for weeks, and then weeks turned to months, before Nerevar finally pushed him into telling the chimer his name.

“It’s Ryn.” The parchment read, writing slightly smudged from the charcoal thoroughly embedded in his gloves. 

“Ryn, hm?” Nerevar smiled. “It’s a nice name. Very soft and yet strong.” 

Of course, Nerevar particularly enjoyed it since it was so similar to Voryn’s name, but that would be rude to say. The people of Morrowind were still getting used to the idea that House Dagoth should be mourned and honored, people coming out of the woodwork to admit their heritage and take up the house’s colors once more. A dunmer man with ragged clothes would probably not enjoy being compared to the man many, especially former Tribunal worshippers, cursed as the sharmat. And it wouldn’t be good for Nerevar’s heart if he thought too long about his old friend. 

“Thank you.” Came the reply. Nerevar smiled again, still not quite reaching his eyes which were growing to be a duller shade of blue every passing day. 

“No thanks is needed, Ryn. You should be thankful to your parents for giving you such a nice name.” He chuckled. 

“I don’t have any parents.”

Nerevar felt like smacking himself from how badly he put his foot in his mouth just then. 

“I’m very sorry, Ryn.” Nerevar apologized. “I shouldn’t have made such a careless comment with the Red Year and all.” He rubbed the back of his head, trying to figure out a way to save the conversation. 

“It wasn’t the Red Year.” Ryn wrote. “They disowned me shortly after I was born.” Nerevar looked even more horrified. 

“They disowned an infant?” 

“I was born a bit disfigured.” Ryn admitted. “They were looking out for themselves and wouldn’t have been able to provide for me. I hold no ill will towards them.”

“Well perhaps you should.” Nerevar felt anger in him. “How could they just carelessly abandon their own child for something he can’t help?” At least it explained why Ryn refused to remove his helm in front of anyone else. He probably grew up ashamed of how his face looked, even though he shouldn’t. “Look, don’t let that sort of thing harm you, Ryn. You deserved parents who loved you, no matter the circumstances. I’m so sorry you went through that.” 

There was a long pause, Ryn staring at him, before he wrote his reply. 

“I thank you from the bottom of my heart for those kind words, Hortator.”

--

Nerevar wasn’t sure if he should call them friends or not. 

Could they be? It seemed unlikely given he was the hortator and Ryn was a very poor dunmer who came to the temple seeking advice and solace. Yet, it seemed too weird to call them strangers, not when they’d known each other so long now, as the years passed. Acquaintances maybe? 

Yet, that too seemed like it was far too distant. 

Nerevar sighed as he prepared to enter the temple room again. 

There was still much pain and agony in his heart, an emptiness he couldn’t fill, but with Ryn around it was soothed somewhat. The edges were not longer rubbed raw, the wound no longer bleeding out like he was dying. Eating and sleeping were still chores, as was pulling himself out of bed in the morning, but it was slightly better. 

Ryn brought him some comfort. More than the other would ever know or understand, and more than Nerevar wanted to burden him with the knowledge of. His heart still ached him loneliness, from missing the man he loved more than anything, but he could continue on with a bit more ease remembering Ryn would likely worry about him if he was gone. After all, when Nerevar was ever called away from the temple Ryn would tell him he worried about the hortator every time. It even brought a genuine smile to his lips for the first time in years, however small of a smile it was. 

Maybe it was because, as much as he hated admitting it, Ryn’s little habits reminded him of Voryn. The little quirks, the way he held the charcoal in his gloved hand, the way he shrugged his shoulders… Little things that only Nerevar would ever remember. But it would be poison to indulge in them too much, after all. Ryn deserved to be cared for as his own person after all, not have Nerevar’s affections for Voryn shoved onto him against his will. Not to mention no one could ever replace Voryn and it would only be all the more painful if he deluded himself into thinking he could. 

He talked about Azura once more and told stories from the days of Resdayn, before the usual routine. People came, and collected their rations or gave donations, a few people gossiped in the back, and then once they were alone Ryn came to sit beside him. 

Nerevar was feeling tired and just wanted to retreat back to his room to lay in the comfort of his bed for the rest of the day, but he could push through it to speak to Ryn, at least. 

“How have you been?” Nerevar smiled, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Your clothes seem to be in better condition at least.”

“I used the coin you gave me to patch them up better. Thank you.”

“Of course. I can’t have one of my most loyal followers suffering now can I?” Nerevar chuckled, but it still had a hallow tone. He was acting as usual, acting like the strong, joyful king who had nothing but love in his heart. But for everyone else they didn’t ever notice--how would they? 

Nerevar was more of a symbol than a person after all. If he acted well enough and did his duties well, they would believe his lie. And all of those little white lies would give them comfort and solace, which in turn meant Nerevar had the strength to wake up and do it all over again the next day. 

There was silence that followed as Ryn looked at the shrine of Azura for some time. Nerevar looked as well, letting the fake smile continue to grace his lips as he did so. 

“Did you want to pray?” Nerevar offered. “If you want to, I can also help you to write a petition. I’m sure Azura would reward you for your faithfulness.” It would be good if Ryn lived a better life after all. Even if it meant he no longer needed to come to the temple, Nerevar could find some joy in helping a poor dunmer find his place in the world. 

Nerevar couldn’t help Voryn, but he could help Ryn. And maybe that could be the next best thing for now. 

Ryn began writing on the parchment slowly, hesitating slightly. 

“Have you been alright, Hortator?” The question asked. Nerevar chuckled lightly, having long since forgotten how to make his laugh sound truly genuine. 

“Why yes I have.” Nerevar replied. “The Great House leaders have been squabbling less lately since we have gotten more trade coming into Morrowind. And I’ve heard some of our people have settled well in one of the holds of Skyrim, though I can’t say for certain how the conditions are…” Nerevar stroked his face, humming. “Perhaps one day I’ll have to go see for myself. Make sure everyone is doing well.” 

Ryn stared at him for some time, until even Nerevar could feel his eyes boring into him. 

“You just don’t seem happy.” The writing read. “There’s never been any light in your eyes whenever I visit.”

Nerevar’s jaw went tight as he read those words, a bitter taste filling his mouth as the false smile faded from his lips. 

Then, just as soon as it vanished, he replaced it once more. 

“I’m a man with worries of my own from time to time.” He explained. “My heart is always heavy since the Red Year, worrying about all of my people. But I know in time we will overcome this and the pain will fade from my heart.”

It was another lie, Nerevar’s index finger on his right hand tapping twice as he talked, a little quirk not many people knew was an obvious tell from Nerevar when he was being dishonest. But it was a good enough lie that couldn’t be challenged by someone like Ryn. After all, why wouldn’t Nerevar be saddened that his people were suffering? What else could possibly burden his heart? He was the hortator. Azura’s champion. A symbol of hope for the dunmer people. A leader. 

He was no longer Nerevar Mora, the childhood friend of Voryn Dagoth who eventually got adopted into House Indoril against his will. He was no longer Nerevar, the chimer hopelessly in love with Voryn. He was no longer a man who had any luxury of sharing his pain and grief. He was just the hortator, stripped down of every former identity he had. 

Ryn clenched the charcoal tightly. 

“You can share your troubles with me, always.” Ryn wrote back. Nerevar chuckled again like he wasn’t getting stabbed in the chest. Like he didn’t have to learn to fight back tears every day of this life. 

“Thank you for your kindness, Ryn. I appreciate you being willing to share my burdens.” He patted him on the shoulder. Now the light in his eyes had completely faded as the pain of Voryn’s death hit him again and again, somehow more painful than Vivec’s spear ramming itself through his chest or his face and feet being carved off. Part of him wanted to scream and weep--of course he wasn’t okay! He was a man who was missing part of himself, a man who was so painfully alone that every single day felt like his own personal torture. That he missed Voryn, the love of his life, the man he never got to confess his feelings for, more than anything. That he longed to see his face just one last time and got to tell Voryn how much he meant to Nerevar, how Nerevar lived for him and accomplished so much just so he could be worthy of standing at Voryn’s side. 

But he couldn’t. So Nerevar would lie, just as he always did. 

“If it ever gets unbearable, I will tell you about it.” Nerevar patted his shoulder to reassure him. “For now though the greatest comfort will be you living a nice, fulfilling life for me.”

Ryn’s shoulders were tense under his hand, before he stood up and briskly walked out. 

Nerevar watched him go, the pain in his heart only growing heavier.

#nerevoryn #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #dw it'll be happy i swear #my writting

[aladaylessecondblog]

Fallen Star, ch. 9 (female nerevarine x dagoth ur)

You disappoint me, moon-and-star. You defile yourself with the demon who calls himself a god. You gorge yourself senseless on the sweet wine of the forbidden fruit, and for what?

"If I can convince him--" Sadara started, in as low a whisper as she could manage. But she was cut off.

You cannot convince him. You cannot sway him. The Sharmat's eye is fixed upon the subjugation of Morrowind, and then, of all Tamriel - and you, Sadara, are nothing more than the vessel that carries that which he truly desires. You are set dressing. You are nothing.

"But to be his nothing is better than to be it alone." Sadara went on in the same low tone. "And why should I not save him, as long as it is possible? Why should I not show mercy to the soul who needs it most?"

He is the SHARMAT, foolish child! The devil of Dagoth, the source of corprus, the bane of all Morrowind! He does not DESERVE your mercy!

"And what of the people of the city of Vivec? The people who would die if Vivec himself could no longer hold back Baar Dau?"

Silence.

"Is it because they worship Vivec and not you?"

Silence still, but one she could feel fury from as well. A long pause, that was finally broke by a tense question.

Why are you so insistent? Do you not know he could kill you?

"I want to help him. I know if I don't try, then no will else will...and if I manage it - how much better off Morrowind would be for--"

Azura faded from her mind mid-sentence.

Sadara took a deep and shaky breath. This made it no easier. Azura either didn't see or didn't wish to see the benefit of what she was trying to do. If she could change Voryn's mind, if she could make him see the error of his ways...

If, if, if...

I have to try. But what if it doesn't work?

As much as she wanted to believe she could change him, it suddenly came to Sadara that Azura's point of view, though the complete opposite of Voryn's, was no less rigid at its core. She could not seem to persuade Azura, suppose that she could not change him either?

The thought she'd had before Azura spoke returned once again.

There were three courses of action if she could not convince Voryn to change his ways. To fulfill the prophecy and release the Heart of Lorkhan (and by the same action, murder Voryn), to join House Dagoth and participate in the subjugation of all Tamriel via Akulakhan and corprus, or...

Sadara swallowed, and shut her eyes.

...or walk away, leave Morrowind to tend its own prophecy, leave Voryn and all the love he and House Dagoth had to show and give.

To be alone again.

Her hands came up, and her face sunk down into them. No, no, she wouldn't let it come to that. She would change his mind; there would be no need to think of what to do if she couldn't.

Everything would be alright.

A sudden breeze brought dust against Sadara's face, and on opening her eyes she saw that a blight storm was beginning to kick up. The sunrise was ever more beautiful for it, but the stunning color was quickly overrun by the storm. She heard Rather drifting closer, and stood quickly, turning towards him.

"Right, right, I know, back inside."

Immunity to corprus or not, it wasn't good to be outside during a blight storm.

The answers she'd hoped for hadn't appeared. And there was no one but herself she could go to for answers. The closest option was Nibani Maesa, but she could already imagine what the woman would say...likely it would be a repetition of Azura's opinion on the matter.

You submit yourself to the Sharmat's will, and it is only a matter of time before you fall too far to rise again. Do not listen. Do not go back to him. Retrieve Wraithguard and give him the only mercy he is yet able to receive.

She thought then of the Divines, casting her mind about for any of them that might have advice or guidance for her. Certainly not Arkay, he didn't like the undead. Mara...well...she had prayed to Mara before...she had prayed to some one or the other of the Divines since coming to Red Mountain, and none had yet answered.

She thought of Dibella, one of her teachings. "No matter the seed, if the shoot is nurtured with love, will not the flower be beautiful?"

Perhaps with love she could fix this...

But Dibella cared neither for the undead nor relations with them, and however warm Voryn's embrace the heart in his chest did not beat.

So there would be no aid there, either.

Everything that would be done she would need to do all on her own.

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The household of Kogoruhn seemed to have a definite routine, and in the interest of staying out of its way Sadara went to the Vault of Aerode to eat and look over the notes of the prophecy and associated things on Nerevar and the Sixth House that she'd collected so far. Perhaps she would find some wisdom to help her figure things out in their words.

It seemed to make the ash slaves nervous, to have her seated in one of the chairs, to not have it stacked with the others but they said nothing more when Ulen shooed them away with some order she didn't hear.

Ulen eventually returned to her, looking over the scrolls and books, the first of which was Saint Nerevar.

"I thought it might be helpful," she said, seeing him look over the title. "It was...mostly drivel."

She opened it and turned to a random page, noting the next.

Nerevar died not long after of his wounds, but he lived to see the birth of the Temple, and to bless the unity of the Dunmer into the safekeeping of Almsivi, the Temple...

"Made up nonsense that never actually happened." She shook her head, and moved on to Nerevar Moon-and-Star. "Funny how the Imperial view seems to be more accurate."

But after this great victory, the power-hungry khans of the Great Houses slew Nerevar in secret, and, setting themselves up as gods, neglected Nerevar's promises to the Tribes.

But it is said that Nerevar will come again with his ring, and cast down the false gods, and by the power of his ring will make good his promises to the Tribes, to honor the Spirits and drive the outsiders from the land.

"Not that I would say funny, of course," Ulen said, "Strange, perhaps. You have come to us again, and will aid Lord Dagoth in driving the outsiders from the land. If this were part of the prophecy, I might be inclined to remark on the fickle nature of such things. That the words can have more than one meaning."

Sadara nodded in agreement and then brought forward the Stranger.

Though stark-born to sire uncertain / His aspect marks his certain fate / Wicked stalk him, righteous curse him / Prophets speak, but all deny.

"Some parts might not even apply," Sadara replied, "I know who my father is."

She did not remember his name, but did recall her mother speaking of him, that he had died...the details of it all were very fuzzy, though. Righteous cursing, though...that sounded like Azura. All denying made sense too, no one seemed to believe in her until she wore the ring.

"His aspect marks his certain fate," Ulen said, "Perhaps it means your sign. What is it?"

"The Thief," Sadara said. "I thought it was 'most blessed and most cursed' but I mixed that up with the Serpent. Thief signs...I'm not a thief but that's not a certain thing under this sign anyway. It's said they takes more risks and rarely come to harm. But...that their luck would eventually run out, that they tend not to live as long as other signs."

"Appropriate, but also inaccurate. You shan't have to worry about death, now that the gift of Lord Dagoth runs through your veins."

She could not see his mouth if he had one, but she could hear the smile in his voice.

"This pleases you?" she asked.

"You make our lord happy, and his happiness is ours."

"Do you...feel his mood? How does that work?" She turned over The Seven Curses as she spoke.

"We do not receive specifics, if that is what you are worried about," Ulen replied, "But we feel his sorrow, his joy, his anger--the extremes, in essence. The higher in his service we rise, the more subtleties we may be privy to. For example...when first you came to him, I and other ascended sleepers felt something from him that we had never felt before."

"What...what was that?"

"Hope."

Sadara looked down to the paper. The words set a bloom in her chest, a warm feeling, and yet a fear along with it. So to distract herself she read over the Seven Curses.

First curse, Curse-of-Fire, second curse, Curse-of-Ash

"Clearly these two are about Red Mountain and its surrounding...area," she said. "And curse of flesh I assume is how the writer refers to the corprus and blights."

"If only they knew the blessing it can be."

"Curse of dreams...also obvious. The dreams were strange at first, but...after a while they began to be comfortable, despite the relations to death." Sadara took a deep breath. "I wonder what curses four, five, and six could mean, though."

"Which?" Ulen looked. "Curse of ghosts, curse of seed, curse of despair...from the writer's point of view, perhaps the curse of ghosts could be the discovery of your identity as Lord Nerevar's incarnate. Perhaps the despair that they assumed an incarnate would feel."

Neither of them remarked on curse of seed. She couldn't even begin to fathom what that might mean--there were certain references they could make, but nothing that would leap out as an actual solution to the riddle of it. And debating on it would be...awkward. Like, she imagined, discussing the enormous hornet's nest on the statue of Dibella she'd seen once that had formed between the statue's--

"What do you think it means?" he asked suddenly.

"Perhaps," Sadara swallowed again, and reached for the bottle of ale she'd brought with her, "Perhaps the writer imagined the despair one might feel, to be guided to act against her country. If I were--less inclined to join this house, I might feel despair. Torn between what I had been told in this life and what had happened in the other."

She took a few sips from the bottle and then moved on to the Lost Prophecies.

Blessed Guest counters seven curses / Star-blessed hand wields thrice-cursed blade / To reap the harvest of the unmourned house.

"Thrice cursed blade...Keening, obviously, given the association with the Tribunal." Sadara took a deep breath. "But as for the rest..."

There was a long pause.

"What wisdom do you hope to gain from this, Nerevar?" Ulen seemed to notice that she was struggling with something, "Perhaps you wish to understand the view that Lord Dagoth's enemies have on your return?"

"That and I am trying to put Azura's words from my mind by keeping it busy," Sadara replied. It wasn't entirely a lie. She knew her current course of action wasn't approved by the Queen of Dawn and Dusk, and wanted to keep the doubts that kept sneaking into her head silent for a while. "She spoke to me as I sat outside earlier, and...was not at all pleased by what I have been doing. She wasn't pleased by the--I told her I would not do what she wished of me. That I would not raise a hand against V...Lord Dagoth."

Ulen patted soothingly at the hand of hers on the table that was within his reach. "To be expected, of course. The daedric princes do not care for mortals that think for themselves. They are angered by those who decline to place a hand within reach of the silver-tongued viper's venomous fangs. And her you might have to fear, were it not for Lord Dagoth's protection."

"I am...fortunate, in that regard." Sadara replied slowly.

She was safe from all harm...so long as she did not leave Voryn.

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"The ash slaves will not admit it, but I think you've upset them."

Sadara looked up. She was currently kneeling on the floor, and attempting to scrub one of the symbols of House Dagoth from it. Uthol stood there in the doorway, watching her with something of an amused smile.

"What, why?"

"You've replaced the chairs and you're cleaning up all the symbols they've drawn on the floor," he replied, "I have to admit I allowed them to fool about with the chairs and the drawing because it kept them occupied...I hope you've something in mind for them to do otherwise, or you'll likely find your sleep interrupted by their wailing."

"I asked them to draw the symbols on the walls instead of the floor...and suggested if they erased them at night, they could repeat the cycle the next day," Sadara started, "If there were materials to spare I would suggest weaving the symbol instead of drawing it...something that could be repeated to ease the noise in their minds that would also bring some benefit or the other."

"Why clean the symbols yourself?"

"You're the noble one here, and I'm certainly not going to ask you to do it. I suppose I could ask the ash ghouls or the ascended sleepers, but..." she trailed off, and after a pause started again, "If this is meant to be the seat of House Dagoth, it shouldn't look as though a pack of children have been let loose with chalk."

Uthol laughed. "That is fair, I suppose. But perhaps don't let our lord find out we've been letting you do such menial labor."

"It's not menial if I enjoy it," Sadara replied, "But if you insist."

He left then, and she spent the rest of the day in further cleaning. The Vault of Aerode looked much nicer without stacks of chairs and clumsy drawings scattered all over the place. Such a mindless task as tidying up gave her time to think, though it did her no good overall in the matter of figuring out what to actually do.

But after it was done she had something to show for all the effort she'd put in. Perhaps, she thought, it could eventually be a proper library...if there wasn't already such a room in Kogoruhn. She hadn't seen all of the place yet, after all.

Though she had spent the day pondering her dilemma, she lay down to sleep with some small measure of satisfaction.

Sadara opened her eyes to the same ballroom as before. She gave a smile when a look in the mirror showed not just the sprig of red salvia Voryn had placed behind her ear in last night's dream, but an entire crown of it atop her head.

Even if he would never call her anything but Nerevar, to be so marked and wanted warmed her in a way she truly hoped would never end.

#sadara is really trying here #dagoth ur #nerevarine #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #fanfiction #morrowind #dagoth ur x female nerevarine #morrowind fanfiction #tes morrowind

[thatseventiesbitch]

Hey!, could I ask for “I moved on.” for the prompt ask? For Donna and Jackie talking again after a long time, and we don't know what happened between the gang and why they distanced.

Jackie and Donna at first somewhat resentful they catch up, talk about Jay and Leia and how they unexpectedly ended up dating, have a nice summer :D

Thanks for the ask! This is part 2 of my double-date drabble (part 1 here) 😁 Prompt Ask Game

Across the table from the men, Jackie and Donna were engaged in their own conversation.

"I'm so glad you suggested this, Jackie," Donna smiled. "We really need to catch up. It's been..." she trailed off, thinking about the last time she'd seen her old high school friend.

"At least four years," Jackie supplied. "I think the last time I saw you was at Margie Kelso's wedding."

"Yeah. And god, it's been even longer since we've actually talked," Donna agreed. "We all kinda lost touch after you and Fez..." she trailed off again.

"Yeah. Yeah, we don't ever really talk about it," Jackie nodded, subtly indicating Kelso just across the table from them.

"Right."

A slightly uncomfortable silence fell between them.

"So do you - " / "What happened after - "

They tried to speak at the same time.

"Oh, um. You first," Jackie offered, graciously. Donna eyed her curiously. This wasn't the same girl she'd known in the '70s.

Donna cleared her throat. "I was just gonna ask what happened to you after that new years. I - I feel like I never really saw you again." She shrugged. "I knew you were around, but things were just... different, I guess."

"Yeah," Jackie smiled sadly. "They were different."

Jackie explained what she could - how her pregnancy with Michael complicated every aspect of her life back then. She described her rise to fame on What's Up Wisconsin, and how she threw herself into life as a new wife and later as a single mom when Michael inevitably cheated on her again.

"I just... I moved on," she summarized, a wistful expression on her face as she thought about the last fifteen or so years without her friends.

"Wow, Jackie." Donna fought the urge to set her hand over the smaller woman's perfectly manicured one. They weren't close like that anymore, but the moment felt heavy with emotion. And regret.

"Anyway," Jackie's whole demeanor turned on a dime, and suddenly she was the perky, bitchy cheerleader she'd been in high school again. Donna remembered how she'd never liked pity.

"Now Michael and I are back together and we're the power couple of Point Place." Jackie pinched the fabric of her dress between her fingers. "Do you know how much this dress cost, Donna?" She smirked condescendingly. "Probably more than your whole wardrobe."

Donna chuckled and lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah, probably."

"You're a writer?" Jackie quizzed, returning the inquisition now. Both women picked at their entrees.

"I am," Donna smiled. "I have two collections of short stories published, and my first novel came out a year and a half ago."

"It was a best-seller, right?"

"Yeah. Did you read it?" Donna's eyes were alight with excitement.

"No," Jackie waved her fork dismissively. "But my hairdresser did. Antonia," she nodded and took a bite of her penne pasta. "She said it was good. Kind of sexy."

Donna blushed.

"Which is surprising because apparently you're still with Eric."

Now Donna rolled her eyes. "Jackie..."

"I lost a bet on that one, let me tell you."

"Well, we're really happy."

Donna expected another snarky response, but instead Jackie wiped her mouth with her napkin primly and said, "Good." Then she flagged down their waiter, and requested a bottle of red wine for the table.

"Jackie," Donna hissed. "A bottle?"

Jackie raised her eyebrows. "Well, we have some business to discuss, Donna."

Donna raised her eyebrows.

The maître d' delivered the wine and two glasses, and uncorked it for them before pouring each Donna and Jackie a healthy pour. Jackie picked up her glass and took a long sip.

"Jay and Leia," she said finally. "My son is dating your daughter. What do we think about that?"

Donna reached for her glass, too. "Leia's a good girl," she said evenly, looking at the top of her wine rather than Jackie. "I don't want to see her get hurt."

"Jay's a good boy," Jackie responded coolly. "He wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Well then we shouldn't have any problems," Donna smiled tightly, and took a long sip.

"No," Jackie agreed. Her mouth was stained red from her beverage. "Maybe we'll get to go baby shopping together after all."

Donna grimaced. "Too soon, Jackie."

She nodded. Understood.

#thanks for the ask! #prompt ask game #fanfic #my fanfic #That 70s Show #That '70s Show #That 70's Show #That 90s Show #That 90's Show #That '90s Show #Eric and Donna #Eric x Donna #Jackie and Kelso #Jackie x Kelso #Leia and Jay #Leia x Jay #Jeia #Eric Forman #Donna Pinciotti #Jackie Burkhart #Michael Kelso #Leia Forman #Jay Kelso #ask #answered #anon

[beautiful-basque-country]

Some music for this wednesday. A bit of Basque rap / trap by band Etxepe sampling a classic song of Basque folk music Alboka, joka, rocka by band Gozategi. In our opinion the lyrics aren't marvelous, but the music and the dances in the music video are beautiful. Share your thoughts!

Bolumena igota martxan jartzen gare Volume is up, we're ready ez gaituzu maite baina gu hemen gaude (x2) you don't love us but here we are Bridge: Etxepen gaude gu nora zoaz zu? We're in Etxepe, were do you go? Jaizalen parranda dau Axeri mozkortu In Jaizale Axeri is partying and getting drunk gurekin bildu zu txiki urra gu! come join us, baby! bazkal ostien inddou kristona julayou after lunch we're gonna cause a mess julayou (?) No woman no cry, Badyal flow2000 ni naiz No woman no cry, I am Badyal flow 2000 gaztia ni naz baina burun zabor ugari jak I'm young but have a lot of garbage inside my head gabetan gaz ligatzen BlackBerry joseatzen we spend the night flirting playing with the BlackBerry enaz jazten karu nau zure poza marrazten I don't dress expensively, I'm drawing your happiness Chorus: Entzuten Subversion oi naz el más cabrón I'm the biggest badass listening to Subversion ez dozu ulertzen asi que hor konpon you don't understand so that's your problem txikitatik batera petarduekin kalera since I was little, out to the street with the firecrackers jaixak hasi eta gu ezin heldu etxera once the festivities start we can't go back home Zezenak harrapau nau asi que dale Don dale The bull has caught me so dale Don dale asi que dale Don dale, dale Don dale so dale Don dale, dale Don dale bi egun nau itzarrik, tragos en el Jaizale I've been awake for two days, drinks at the Jaizale asi que dale Don dale, dale Eli Don dale so dale Don dale, dale Eli Don dale Uo uo uo zuziria piztu dou Whoa whoa whoa we've lighted up the fuse zuk zortziko txikia nik 20 barra dauzkot you have a minor octave* and I have 20 bars Uo uo uo zortzitan gaiteruak datoz Whoa whoa whoa bagpipers come at eight Mafren hasten dala ez jakintasunian das asco (x2) whether or not it starts in Mafre you suck at science. Bridge

Kalimotxo, zerbeza, buruan putibuelta Kalimotxo, beer, putibuelta** in mind etxetik irten eta etzi nator de buelta I've gone out and will come back the day after tomorrow entzierruan atasko gainetik txiribuelta a sommersault above the jams at the running of the bulls Eli ta ni barrezka lokatzez nau beteta the laughter between Eli and I fully disjoints me Chorus

Bolumena igota martxan jartzen gare Volume is up, we're ready ez gaituzu maite baina gu hemen gaude (x2) you don't love us but here we are

Bridge

*minor octave or zortziko txiki is a traditional meter in bertsolaritza or Basque improvised oral poetry.

**putibuelta (Basque spelling) or putivuelta (Spanish) is the name given to the reconaissance of the people in a club, looking for potential love / sex interests.

#euskadi #euskal herria #basque country #pais vasco #pays basque #euskera #euskara #basque #etxepe #euskal musika #music #rap #tradition #video #culture #Youtube

[danaty-consolation]

Heyy its

me again

umm so remember that time i sent you a fanart of lum because i forgot some pics and here they are and an extra doodle of atalum and it's no problem if you make a little doodle of lum. . well bye☆☆

AHHHHHH

I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH!!!

AND YEAH, ATARU IS SMITTEN BY LUM ON THIS DRESS!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL ASK. IT MADE MY DAU.

ALSO A FAN OF YOURS!!!

#LOOK AT THIS CUTE ART EVERYONE!! #ATALUM #AHHHHHH SO BLESSED!

[wintersandthebeast]

9. Different

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Link to Master List

Ethan’s ears were still burning an hour later.  He hadn’t left the large bedroom, which had its own adjacent bathroom with cold, but workable, plumbing.  He’d showered angrily in the cold after getting his daughter ready for the day.  The new clothes he’d bought for the ceremony--all black--were itchy and stiff, but when he finally surveyed the mirror after the angriest tooth brushing of his entire life, Ethan was struck by how different he looked. 

It wasn’t just because he was angry.  In fact, the last month of his former life he’d been angry.  Rose was the only thing to snap him out of it.  Rose, and wandering the new area where they lived.  But Mia’s secrets, and then every domino after Miranda’s appearance, had only caused his anger to grow.  Maybe it was the clothes that made him look so different.  

Ethan was never a ‘black is classic’ guy.  His clothing, his taste in cars, his taste in everything had always been light, cream.  Understated.  That’s what he thought was classy.  As he frowned into the antique mirror he wondered if this was his villain era.  It was, wasn’t it?  He was going to partner with Heisenberg, that fucking asshole.  He was going to try to learn how to use these fucking powers that he didn’t want.  He had already mostly destroyed all of Miranda’s work…he intended to finish the job one way or another.  

For what? A voice in his head counteracted.  He had found it hard to decide to do anything since being revived for this particular reason…what was the point?  Everything he’d ever done seemed to be in vain.  The degree, his career?  Useless.  All the military training he did with Chris?  Useless.  Ethan wondered if the BSAA had plans all along to utilize him as a weapon.  The way they had seemed so eager to learn about Eveline.  He shook his head at the mirror image.  

What else had he fought so hard for? His marriage.  The relationship that seemed to come and go as he turned into an adult.  On and off.  Pull and push.  Thinking she was dead for three years, not moving on.  Moving away from friends and family, even before Dulvey.  And still he had persevered.  Mia’s ring was still on the marble table in the adjacent room. 

Ethan was fuming, he realized, feeling the mech heart and its familiar tugging.  What was happening?  He unbuttoned the dress shirt, peering at his chest in the mirror as he’d done before the shower.  There were scar marks across his chest where Heisenberg had likely implanted the thing, but nothing was visible.  And yet he could somehow feel it in there.  Sense it.  That hadn’t been the case immediately, but as the weeks went on, it felt heavy in his chest.  Like a bag of rocks.  Warmer inside.  He ran a hand across the scars.  

He was so furious right now that he would have taken a knife and started gouging at it, had Rosemary not been cooing and crawling around his feet. What was it the donut girl said?  Rose was a beacon.  That may have been why Miranda wanted her, for power, for some misplaced motherly obsession, but she had been Ethan’s beacon out of the dark. 

He knew it wasn’t right to put such important, heavy burdens onto children, but it had happened anyway.  Ethan knew it wouldn’t always be this way--she’d grow up, he would see to it that she would grow up independent and knowing she was loved--but as he walked through Hell, she was truly the beacon showing him the way forward. 

And right now the way forward was getting this thing out of his chest.  Healing. His ‘powers.’  He rolled his eyes.  And the way forward was also cooperating with Heisenberg, who was quite literally the closest thing Ethan had to any human support.  Everyone from his and Mia’s life thought they were dead after the Dulvey incident.  He didn’t like it, but now that he knew what he truly was, he preferred it this way.  Maybe that’s why Mia didn’t bat an eyelash at the idea, he pondered, and he turned to his daughter.  

“Well, at least you’re not a part of this ceremony, right?” he quipped, picking her up and staring one last time in the mirror. “We’ll get through this,” he said, her pink cheeks tempering a bit of the rage he felt. 

He carried her out of the room, realizing he could hear his heart hammering as he walked down the hallway.  Despite the manor’s size, Ethan only haunted the bedroom, hallway, and kitchen area.  He didn’t want to see or know what else the Heisenberg family had locked away in its other rooms.  Now as he passed closed doors, he felt the urge to look in them.  Distract him from what he was going to do.  Give him anything else to do besides speak to Karl.  

The areas that Ethan established as his were also babyproofed, except when Karl left the back door open as he always did.  As it was now.  Ethan nearly growled as he sat Rosemary down; she loved trying to outrun him toward danger, and headed right for the door.  Ethan got ahead of her and pushed the large wood-and-glass door shut.  He glanced out at the garden, wondering if Karl had set himself on fire or some other hopeful thing, and then did a double take. 

The other man was dressed in his own set of funeral clothes, black from head to toe.  His hat and coat were gone, but his glasses remained.  He was chopping wood.  A wooden cart had been pulled up nearby, where a larger pile was stacked.  

Ethan forgot his anger as he stared.  What, no big fancy metal cutting….thing…for the mad scientist?  Karl’s hammer was propped on the cart as well. No fancy steampunk axe?  Despite Ethan’s bitter inner monologue he was mesmerized by the sight of Karl looking so….different.  The sun was diffused behind the morning clouds that threatened snow, and now Karl’s brown hair seemed to pick up flecks of rust among the grey and white.  

Idiot , Ethan supplied to himself as he opened the door again, feeling his cheeks flush.  But despite his inward shyness, his outer hesitance at asking was gone.  That had to count for something.  He was determined to use his powers, even if the thought, even the words, disgusted him.  That wasn’t what Karl called it.  “Heal”?

“Karl,” he said in what was supposed to sound like a very authoritative, angry tone.  Instead it was flat. 

The other man paused and turned.  His face was easily readable even with the glasses; he was unsure if they were about to argue again, but he seemed ready.  Always ready, probably, Ethan surmised.  

When Ethan didn’t elaborate at the door, Karl nodded at--oh, there were two other men outside.  They also wore black, and had wide brimmed black hats.  Ethan didn’t recognize them, but it seemed they were from the clan.  One was working on the wagon wheel and the other was stacking the wood.  Karl seemed to excuse himself, and then crossed the backyard until he reached the doorway. 

Ethan moved back to let him in, marveling how someone his own height could move in such a manner that he always looked intimidating and aggressive, like a bear.  Even entering the doorway he seemed ready to charge, fight.  When Karl closed the door behind him, Ethan snapped, “You have to start closing the door.  It isn’t safe for Rosemary.”  

She was currently squealing down the hallway, palms slapping on the hardwood.  Karl’s eyes, behind the glasses, cut toward the child, and then back to Ethan.  He leaned in as he always did.  “Anything else?”

He was hurt, Ethan realized at the sharp tone.  This made him exhale in a sort of relief.  Karl had looked hurt when Ethan told him to fuck off in the factory, as well.  How was it possible that the intimidating, hulking bear could also emote things like hurt and pain and concern while simultaneously being flippant about everyone’s life? 

Oh well, it was a Karl problem.  Ethan tapped his chest.  “I want you to check it.”  When Karl opened his mouth, Ethan interrupted, raising his voice, “And then after this…whatever this is, I want you to…” He was gritting his teeth.  “Show me how to heal.”  

He knew what Heisenberg’s reaction would be.  He would throw his head back, laugh.  Jeer.  Bully.  Slap Ethan on the back until his eyeballs popped out of his head and say WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE PAPA LET’S KILL THAT BIT---

But Karl didn’t do any of those things.  He was staring so intently at Ethan that the blond man wondered if he was reading Karl’s thoughts somehow.  It was uncanny eye contact.  After a moment, the brunette nodded his head, just once.  Ethan realized that Karl had…groomed.  His hair was brushed, his facial hair was trimmed.  It took years off him. 

“All right,” Karl said simply, and Ethan was almost offended that he didn’t get a bigger reaction out of Karl. 

Heisenberg removed his gloves and motioned toward the living area, where the larger front windows allowed more light to cascade in.  Ethan followed, feeling angry about Heisenberg’s nonplussed response, until he remembered something Maricara had said.  

Death changes you.  

Not only had Ethan recently been revived, so had Karl.  In a new way, right?  The megamycete crystallized their bodies.  Had it been trying to save them both? 

Karl was fidgeting, that chaotic energy inside him showing as he twitched his fingers while Ethan approached.  They stood there in the open room, sunlight filtering in, and Ethan felt…completely different.  New.  Dressed in black, both of the men out of their element.  Morning light instead of the dark red emergency lighting of the factory or the warm glow of oil lamps from the village.  

It feels right , he thought, as he fumbled with the buttons again.  

“Jesus,” Ethan muttered, realizing they were still open from when he’d checked in the bathroom mirror.  Karl whipped his glasses off and squinted in the bright light.  He stared at Ethan’s chest with the most clinical of gazes.  

“I need to--” he held up a hand.  Calloused, tan skin.  How was he so tan in winter?  Ethan stared at the painting in the dining room, over Karl’s shoulder.  

“Go ahead.”  

Karl put one palm on Ethan’s shoulder, and then the other fingers moved, palpating across the man’s chest.  He felt a strange pulling sensation and his eyes widened as he realized Karl was sending current to the metal inside of him.  Physics and electromagnetism were two subjects he’d begrudgingly completed in college, but the programmer knew enough to realize that Karl could actually kill with a touch if he wanted to.  He hadn’t thought of it before--Karl seemed to have a preference for flinging metal around and yelling fuck.  

But he created electromagnetism.  Dangerous.  Then, another thought entered Ethan’s mind as he stared, wide-eyed at the painting.  So what if Heisenberg did kill him? He’d just revive.  Was that true?  He thought of Eveline.  The only thing that even slowed her down were heavy explosives and that goddamn serum.  Jack. He shivered under Karl’s fingertips.  

Karl’s eyes flickered to Ethan’s gaze with a near-smirk at this motion, and Ethan opened his mouth to formulate some catty remark about if he’d live, but suddenly, a scene crackled to life in front of him that--wasn’t here. 

He heard Rosemary’s giggle nearby--she’d crawled back to them--but in front of Ethan was not Karl in black, in Karl’s house.  It was a young man with piercing green eyes and longer, feathery hair.  The landscape behind him was a forest.  Lush, with new rain on all the pine needles.  He could smell the pine.  This was Karl, he realized as his stomach fell into another realm.  Karl was immediately in front of him, different, young, smiling.  He had his arm around Ethan as though they’d just embraced.  He could smell the gasoline, mixing with pine and fresh rain.  Karl tipped his head to look at Ethan, the same exaggerated swagger and cocky smirk.  

It truly was Karl.  

Ethan stumbled backwards, feeling as though he’d been electrocuted--Karl’s fingers separated from his skin with a sizzling sound and he jolted back again.  The pine, smell of rain, young Karl, all fell away with another snapping sound.  The walls rattled as though it were thundering--or did he imagine that?  Ethan’s jaw was dropped and he stared at Karl as if he’d grown three heads. 

The other man looked as Ethan had always known him to--dark hair, streaks of grey.  Scarred face.  Wider, older, gruffer than whoever had just appeared to him.  But as Karl uncertainly withdrew his hands from Ethan and stared curiously at him, Ethan knew again it had been Karl in that…vision?  Same nose.  Same lips.  Green eyes.  But he’d looked so…

“Did you….see that?” Ethan gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.  Shit. 

Karl shook his head slowly.  “See what?”

Ethan exhaled.  He believed Heisenberg.  The man certainly didn’t respond as if the hallucination were shared.  

“N--nothing,” Ethan breathed.  His heart was beating so fast now.  Karl glanced at him with something between hesitation and curiosity.  

“The parts are getting jammed,” he said simply.  “I think your body’s…growin’ around ‘em.” 

“My…what?” 

Karl shook his head.  “The reactor, it’s…it needs oxygen,” he said, trying to simplify.  “On corpses I just put a vent.  With you, the supply was supposed to come from your blood.” 

“Okay,” Ethan said, with a tone that added, “But now what?”

“Far as I can tell without openin’ you up, it’s like scar tissue.  I heated up the metal, burned some of it away.” 

“You what?”

Karl shrugged, flinging his hands out.  “You’ve gotta lotta….tissue-” mold, “-wrappin’ around the parts.  Your body probably wants to heal.  Remove what it sees as--”

“A foreign object,” Ethan exhaled.  Karl nodded.  

Ethan squinted.  “You can heat up metal, can’t you?”

Karl nodded again, staring curiously as though he didn’t know where Ethan was going with this.  

The other began buttoning up his shirt.  He recalled the monstrous drilling equipment coming at him, the unlikely hole in the corner.  And then the red hot handcuffs which he could easily separate, while Karl’s voice yelled somewhere overhead about American ground beef.  The metal handcuffs singed his skin far before he flung the chain at the rotor.  

“You…” Just as he put two and two together, the chimes rang, interrupting them.  

Both men turned toward the door.  

#winters and the beast

[ramayantika]

Hi Samridhi. Can I request a Moodboard from you . No pressure though. It's just I so much want to see a one for Subhadra. If you already have made one please share the link . If not, would you like to make one. I feel like the elegance, beauty and innocense,yet strong will that Subhadra had , you can show that perfectly. I really look forward to see it someday.

✨ Subhadra Moodboard ✨

𝓓𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

The youngest of the royal siblings, Rajkumari Subhadra was adored by everyone in the kingdom of Dwarka. Dwarkadheesh, Sri Krishna or Subhadra's Kanha bhaiya had made her his partner in all his mischief which he clearly hadn't left even after leaving Vrindavan. Balaram Dau often played the role of the mother sibling for his younger siblings and would be often seen pinching his nose at their antics.

Subhadra following her brother's footsteps, often dressed herself in yellow shades. Her yellow saree embroidered with gold threads shimmered under the sun, each time she went outside the palace. Her smile possessed the warmth and brightness of the sun.

Her brothers, Rukmini and Revati bhabhi had left no effort in pampering her with lots of love and affection. Her round face and almond like eyes carried an endearing innocence that whoever met her would wish to be near her forever. It was not her beauty which attracted people to her the most. Indeed she was blessed with beauty that brought her a lot of suitors when she came of age, but her innocent and compassionate nature made people fall in love with her. She was easy to laugh and easy to cry. For her, life was like a bright sunny day, and even if their were grey spells on some occasions, she always believed in the sun to rise with a glorious shine once again.

Years later, when Subhadra had heard of Balaram Dau fixing her marriage to Duryodhan, the darling princess broke down in tears in her room alone. Revati was the first to notice her tear-stricken face and had caressed her head gently like a mother.

But Subhadra, the ever believer in the sun shining after dark skies, knew that she was the master of her life and no one would be able to take away her choice, be it Balaram Dau or even Krishna bhaiya.

Who knew that the young princess would 'abduct' the man of her dreams away like her brother once did ages ago?

She married Arjuna, and had stitched beautiful dreams of marital bliss with her husband. Draupadi had taken her as her younger sister even though she first hadn't allowed her to enter her chamber. But who could miss Subhadra's warm smile and innocent eyes? The dasis had whispered how one embrace had melted the heart of the fiery Indraprastha's samragyi.

How long can you protect your loved ones from every difficulty? How long can you keep them away from the harsh realities of life?

Krishna and Dau saw their Subhadra holding her head high as she saw her husband walk away from her in bark clothes. They saw how the once easy to cry Subhadra had blinked her tears away when her Draupadi jiji entrusted her five sons to her. She cared for each child like her own along with Abhimanyu.

Krishna would often pray for Subhadra to Goddess Parvati, so she may always bless her with strength for all other difficulties she was to face later in life.

The day, Abhimanyu died, a lone tear escaped Subhadra's eye. Only Krishna had seen her clutch her stomach tightly when she saw her child's dead body. Subhadra knew how her child was killed brutally. She also knew that he had died alone in the battlefield. The sight of his crushed head haunted Subhadra's dreams and every night she would blame herself for dozing off the night when Arjun had told her about the chakravyuh. Her heart received another blow when she saw the dead bodies of Draupadi's children.

As a child, when one of her pet rabbits had died, Subhadra hadn't eaten a morsel for three days. Now, she saw all of her children dead, yet instead of locking herself in grief, she immediately began to look out for her daughter-in-law, Uttara who was too young to handle her husband's death and childbirth.

Even in her old age after being a witness to such a gruesome war and being robbed off her motherhood too soon, she never let go of her warm smile and kind heart. Her sarees never gleamed under the sun much, nor did she choose to deck herself in jewels after the war, but she had still retained the innocent child like Subhadra in her heart.

This is the story of Dwarka's darling princess.

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Dhani didi I hope this one did justice to what you thought.

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[fragile-in-pink]

Theodor Andrei - D.G.T. (Off And On) | Romania 🇷🇴 | Performance from Selecția Națională [Strofa 1] Oricât scriu, cu-oricât skill Pe orice stil, cât de fin Ea ma bagă-n-trun film de mă simt iar copil Mă învârt gen vinyl Că eu vreau să joc în filmul ei Oricât stau, oricât dau Oricât vreau, oricât beau Orice top, orice toc Orice alții vorbeau Mie tot nu-mi păsa O alegeam și din mii de femei [Punte] Că eu număr, ea se-ascunde Eu o sun, ea nu raspunde Meci de box cu-atâtea runde Și ca pe un inel [Refren] Mă joacă pe degete Am încredere Da' minte așa frumos Mă-ntoarce pe dos Vorbește murdar Da' când vrea ea doar Minte așa-ușor Lasă patul gol Pe degete Am încredere Da' minte așa frumos Mă-ntoarce pe dos Vorbește murdar Da' când vrea ea doar Minte așa-ușor Lasă patul gol [Strofa 2] Don't you now, don't you now Don't you just wanna sit right next to me? (With your favourite dress on the floor in your dreams) The scent of mistake just reminds you of me And now all of your demons keep screaming my name Take a little sip of venom now Say you love me, say you want me now Fool me all over again, baby Lost in your eyes Nights I crave the touch of you Wondering just what you do I'm begging you, I'm on my knees Take your clothes off, step on me And I'm lost in your bedsheets, tryna get closer With marks on my neck and your makeup all over Photos of us, babe, remind me still of you What's a king without a queen? What's another way to get me sober?

[Interlude] De-ge-te, de ce te temi, spune-mi repede Mi-ai alergat prin cap pe toate pernele De-ge-te, de ce nu vezi că mi-e sete de Otrava ei Off and on Like a radio song (What?) Messing me around (Uh) Turning upside down (Yeah) Dirty talking me Every day's a game (Every day's a game) Lets me sleep alone She plays me like, oh [Refren] Am încredere Da' minte așa frumos Mă-ntoarce pe dos Că vorbește murdar Da' când vrea ea doar Minte așa-ușor Lasă patul gol Pe degete Am încredere Da' minte așa frumos Mă-ntoarce pe dos Vorbește murdar Da' când vrea ea doar Minte așa-ușor Lasă patul gol [Outro] (Pe degete)

#youtube #theodor andrei #theodorandrei #eurovision2023 #liverpool #D.G.T. #esc #make love not war #my winner

[forever-a-dreamer]

Could you recommend me some gay little shows? I need them.

Certainly! I don’t know if you’re looking for animation or live action so I’m going to recommend you a little of both lol

Heaven Officials Blessing is on Netflix and it is really good. There is one season out rn but I think the second comes out in November sometime.

Basically the Prince of heaven has to pay off a debt by doing jobs for mortals one such job includes getting rid of a bride killing vengeful ghost. He dresses up as a bride and instead of having to face the bad guy alone he is saved by some guy with an umbrella. Shenanigans insue❤️

Mo Dau Zu Shi is on other good one! There are three season in total.

The story takes place over MC’s entire life through a series of flashbacks and what not. He is a really powerful magic user with questionable morals and at first it looks like he might be the bad guy but he definitely is not. He is reincarnated after his death and there is a whole mystery going through on. The plot is amazing and Wei Wuxian (MC) is so precious I adore him.

I watched with my friend on a cite that may or may not have been legal lol so I’m not sure where you can watch it. 😅

The internet is a vast and wonderful place.

This is also on Netflix! Most of what I watch is lol

We have the chaotic bisexual alien and is slightly less chaotic boyfriend who have a hell of a time getting together. Istg this ship has so much angst, if you watch it be ready! I really enjoy it and it is ongoing so every once in a while I see a spoiler for a new episode that aired on CW lol The ship has definitely been taking a back seat recently to the plot and some of the other main ships but nevertheless I love them and I think that they’re adorable. Highly recommend.

This is an enemies to lovers mafia romance that I just finished and it is so good! Very smutty tho in case that bothers you.

Porsche is forced to become the body guard for Kinn who is the heir to this mafia empire and they are so disfunctional it’s hilarious. There are secrets that unravel and enemies to defeat and family to protect on all fronts. It’s just delightful and I love it.

And I’m not sure what else to add lol. Most the ships I obsess over aren’t cannon but all of these are so there’s that :D

Lmk what you think! Feel free to message me to rant anytime ❤️❤️❤️

[naivesilver]

Apparently sea air is amazing for Eliana-related inspiration 😊✌😎 off we go!

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Eliana is drawing in the mud with the tip of her finger when the man arrives. 

She doesn't immediately look up, though. It's not that she wants to be rude, but grownups don't come looking for her, usually, and when they do thet tend to be unpleasant in the way they speak. Up until the stranger's shoes stop right in front of her, she supposes he must be looking for her father, working in his shop just a little further down the path. 

But then she catches the feet stopping with the corner of her eye, and a voice addresses her directly, affable and easygoing: "Hello there."

It's quite a strange voice, high and breathy and with an accent that sounds very different from the one people in the village have. And the man himself looks strange, too, when Eliana finally raises her gaze, squinting up at the newcomer - he's dressed lavishly and in extravagant colors, and what is visible of his skin, over the collar of his doublet and on his long-nailed fingers, is bumpy like that of a frog, his eyes big round coins with a slit pupil in the middle. 

"Hi," she replies, politely, because her father says she should be nice to everyone, no matter what they look like or how rich they are; besides, he's hardly the weirdest creature she's encountered in all her six years of life, not when there is the pale lady walking up and down the riverside at night, or the deer that eats out of her hands if she doesn't startle it, with its glossy white eyes and flies crawling in and out of the wound on its side. 

Six, or however many those years are, at least. Jiminy and Papa told her to say she's six when foreigners ask, but she's not entirely sure it's right, truth be told - her age is a confusing matter, after all, and Eliana gets things muddled up so often she could never swear on anything about how old she really is. Part of her hopes this stranger doesn't ask her anything of the sort, frankly, because it's a bothersome business and she wants to finish her drawing before the clouds go away and the ground gets too dry in the heat. 

Luckily, he doesn't seem much interested in that. Instead he grins widely down at her, showing two rows of knife-sharp teeth. "I'm glad to find you here, dearie. I've been wanting to speak with you for a while now."

"With me?" Eliana frowns, her small brow knitted in puzzlement. "Who're you? I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Ah, but I'm not a stranger, really." The man chuckles merrily to himself, then sketches an hint of a bow, his arms spread out. "Rumpelstiltskin, at your service. I'm an old friend of your mother."

The confusion in the girl's head vanishes instantly, leaving space only for suspect and snappish irritation. "You're lying. You should leave. If I scream my father will come get me, and he has an axe."

He arches an eyebrow, not looking particularly scared. "Why do you think I'm lying, girl?"

"You can't be Mother's friend. She doesn't like anyone."

That's not a very nice thing to say, but there is no one around to chide Eliana for it, unless Jiminy has hidden in the grass again without her noticing. He does that sometimes, when he thinks she's going somewhere dangerous, like when Red challenged her to climb the bailiff's house and walk on the roof. 

And anyway, Papa has taught her that she should always tell the truth, and this is the truth, even if it's unpleasant. Mother only ever seems to enjoy speaking with other fairies, and that is not a given either, even when it comes to the nicest ones - Eliana's been permitted to meet some of them, when they tagged along during the Blue Fairy's stiff, rare visits, and though Merryweather told her she's too skinny and Brighid refused to even touch her, Nova kissed Eliana on the cheek and complimented her sewing, before Mother quickly ushered her out. 

Eliana feels for Nova, because Mother's always urging her to sit down and behave, too, her hands pressing on her daughter's head as though willing the child to shrink and become less of a nuisance, small and invisible. She's polite with Eliana's father and Jiminy, when she chats with them, but Eliana's constantly doing things wrong and being scolded for them - she brushes her hair the wrong way, and treats her dresses the wrong way, and plays her games the wrong way. Wrong wrong wrong, like a pebble in a jar of peas. 

Mother would be kind to her if she were doing the right thing, Eliana thinks sometimes, but she has yet to find out what it is, so for now she's on her own, wrong on all accounts. 

The man looks wrong, too, decidedly too wrong to be a friend of Mother's. His clothes are too gaudy, his features too eye-catching - Mother likes people who are quiet and don't get in the way, which this stranger would probably struggle to accomplish, even if he wanted to. His smile appears lopsided as well, too sharp and jagged as he leans closer to Eliana and speaks to her conspiratively. 

"Ah, I know. Your mother is a- difficult woman to handle, should I say? But we've known each other for a long time now, and there are some things I would like to talk about with you, Eliana."

"How do you know my name?"

"I know many things, girl, and your mother worries often about you. Of course I would remember your name."

Eliana's eyes go very, very wide. Mother worries about her? Even when she's not around? That sounds strange. That sounds more like something Papa would do, or Red's grandma, at least. 

But oh, Eliana has envied Red for Granny's brusque affection for so long, now. 

The man - Rumpelstiltskin, he said his name was, right - seems to notice her surprise, for his grin grows even broader and sharper. "Well, what do you say, Eliana? Would you like to talk about your mother some more?"

"I…" She hesitates, chewing at her lower lip, even if she was told she should stop many times over, because she might hurt herself. "I don't know."

"It would be very helpful, you know? I have many, many questions, and you might be the only person who has the answers, dearie."

"Would it help Mother, too?"

Something flashes in Rumpelstiltskin's eyes, too quick for her to catch. "Oh, I promise you, whatever you say would have a great impact on her life, child."

Eliana is a smart girl. Papa said so many times. People in the village always say she's mad, or ruined, or touched in the head, but her head works just fine. She knows the difference between what's real and what's story - it's a clear cut in her head, this separation, and she's never tried to convince anyone of the contrary, even when the older kids insist she must have made up some things she's seen. 

And yet, when she takes the hand Rumpelstiltskin holds out for her, she feels as though she were clutching an entirely different set of fingers, smaller and less scaly, warm and welcoming, and in that fantasy there is no voice chastising her for the mud clinging to her feet as she moves, distractedly stepping over the unfinished drawing. 

#oc: eliana #au: appalachian wine #fanfic #ouat #I love my mommy issues baby #time to be a narrative foil eliana dear #keep me company bc this damn train is already an hour late smh

[bharbertlove-blog]

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