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hexed-padlock · 8 months

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Hi. As requested by a few people, here’s a fic of my AU/Headcanon where Tav killed Strahd but keeps it a secret from the party. I’m planning a few different scenarios of the reveal, but here’s the first (and most serious). Next ones are gonna embody the original premise more. Couldn’t get this scene out of my head though. Also a bit of Astarion x Tav here.

Takes place as you meet Cazador, where he starts mocking Astarion.

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“Do the cattle not know you?”

They were below the Palace, facing Cazador as he readies the ritual for his Ascension. 200 years of torment and this is where it all ends. Here and now.

Astarion tenses, seconds from lunging. This was his tormentor, the bastard who robbed him of his freedom, the monster who destroyed thousands of lives. A vampire hundreds have tried and failed to kill.

The room grows colder as Cazador continues to humiliate, to mock, to belittle.

Astarion’s jaw clenches and-

Tav laughs, loud and mocking. They’ve barely reacted thus far, and the sudden noise catches everyone off guard. Their eyes glint, one natural and the other burning with fiery, infernal magic.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you seriously anymore. You truly are pathetic.” Tav taunts, head tilting as a lazy smirk crawls onto their face.

Cazador’s own mocking grin turns down into a sharp frown as he finally turns his attention to Tav. “Just what makes you think you can speak to me that way? You’re nothing more than a lamb led to slaughter. Cattle to be consumed. An animal at best.”

“Are all vampires this delusional?” Tav voices the question to no one in particular. Cazador seethes, and the party tenses.

What was Tav doing? Were they insane?!

Astarion moves to grab Tav as they take a couple steps forward, but misses as they smoothly sidestep away from his grasp.

Tav pulls out a sword hilt from the pouch on their hip, testing it’s weight in their hand absentmindedly. The party never understood the significance of this old sword hilt. Sure, it was beautiful, made of an elegant platinum, but it has long since lost it’s blade. Dammon once offered to forge it a new blade but Tav politely declined.

“I’ve met another vampire before you. He was always prattling on and on about being all powerful, lord of the night… something something.” Tav pauses to shift the sword hilt to their left hand. Slowly, deliberately, Tav locks eyes with Cazador (pointedly ignoring their party). “He’s dead now, of course.”

For a moment, Cazador pauses, before the same mocking grin returns. “A spawn is hardly considered a vampire. Though perhaps to you, worm, you see no difference.” Cazador then begins speaking slowly, as if communicating with a child or an animal. The mocking grin grows. “Allow me to enlighten you-“

“I never said ‘spawn’,” Tav cuts off Cazador. “Maybe your old age is finally getting to you, leech.”

Tav shifts the sword hilt back to their dominant hand, subtly maneuvering the hilt into a proper grip. “Maybe you’ve heard of him. His name eludes me. Forgive me, but it’s been a few years. I think it starts with an S.”

All the while, the party is flabbergasted. Sure, they’ve seen Tav do some questionable things over the past few months such as walk straight into a goblin camp, lick some spider meat, and even taunt Mizora—but this is a new level of insane.

Astarion tries to get their partner to stop, because for the love of everything, shut up. He’s never seen Cazador this mad before. Sure, they’ve survived some pretty dangerous situations before, but taunting a vampire lord is madness. However, each time he tries to move or speak, his voice dies in his throat. He’s terrified, he’s rooted on the spot. He’s afraid of Cazador yes, but he’s even more afraid for Tav. The brilliant, shining light of his life. The one person who showed him kindness, love. He’s afraid of Cazador, but he’s more scared of losing them.

Before Astarion could try to intervene again, he feels Tav send a wave of reassurance through the tadpole. They glance back at him for a moment, narrowed eyes softening, before turning once more to face Cazador.

Tav hums for a couple seconds as they pause to think. “Samael? No. Maybe it was Seraph?” They huff for a bit as they make a show of wracking their mind for the name. “Aha! I remember now.”

They brace for combat and the Sunsword answers its wielders call.

Tav’s smirk turns into a cold sneer. Their eyes glow as the hilt in their hand erupts in a fiery plume, a blade of radiant light now burning in the darkness. “It was Strahd.”

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Idk… if anyone wants to be notified of a new fic in this AU/series you can let me know?

Anyway, next these will all be independent of each other. Each will be an alternate take on the reveal.

I haven’t written anything besides D&D backstories in literal years so please forgive me if this is rather rough. Always open to constructive criticism.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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You were with Rhaenyra when Caraxes’ slim yet powerful form breezed past you with ease with sights set on Kings Landing as though he thought himself as the wind itself. You haven’t seen Daemon in an age since he threw himself headfirst into a long, long war with Crabfeeder; and from what news you heard of their advancements weren’t going as prosperous as one would expect of a Targaryen. It had seemed to you that even in possession of the most powerful creatures in all the Seven Realms, alongside all the privileges such an asset could bring to a house, dragon fire wasn’t enough to win a war if said assets were to be overwhelmed by external force.

However that no longer mattered to you as seeing the blood red dragon foretold of Daemon’s safety being assured. You could badly recount the nights where you were kept wide away awake, praying to the old gods and the new for a swift victory so that Daemon may come home with no more then a few treatable injuries. With your own two eyes it has seemed that your prayers have been heard as you heaved a sigh of relief, feeling the weight that had been pressed upon your shoulders for so long finally released you from it’s strenuous hold. Yet you made no effort to show your relief visibly as all anyone known you and Daemon as were that of playful frenemies, haven grown up together, making Viserys’ life a misery with your mischievous ways and a plenty more stories that you’ve shared whenever you could with young Rhaenyra beneath the shade of the weirwood tree.

You sometimes felt as though you were privileged enough to know the Rouge Prince better then that of his own family on some occasions; Though to be bestowed knowledge within this life was merely one route to obtaining power for oneself. Which, by extension, meant that Daemon was just as knowledgeable in his own right, not that you were discrediting his achievements, heavens no, but felt more so apologetic towards whoever dared to confidently cross swords with him next time he approached a battlefield or training area. “What the fuck.” You uttered under your breath, eyes never leaving the back of Caraxes head where you would’ve been able to make out the platinum blonde rider had he flown any closer. “He’s back isn’t he, Daemon.” Rhaenyra’s voice drew you out of your thoughts and as you looked at the Princess you could see the fondness for her Uncle within her expressive eyes. “So it would seem your highness.” You responded back in monotone.

“Aren’t you happy he’s back?” The young Targaryen questioned as she stepped closer to you, gauging the emotions upon your face with the same observance as Daemon would whenever he knew he had successfully gotten under your skin. It was almost uncanny by how alike they were considering she was the Kings offspring. “Despite our history I do not wish to see him fall in battle Rhaenyra,” you said truthfully, meeting her eyeline, “whilst it may be befitting for someone of his level of recklessness. Daemon deserves to live a life long lived.” The Princess seemed surprised by your answer but reassured that there was no bad blood between her two favourite individuals; instead she smiled brightly it almost hurt your eyes to look.

“You missed him didn’t you y/n?” She asked but before you could respond Rhaenyra continued, “before you deny my claims, I’ve noticed how recluse you’ve became over the period of time Dameon was away; You had no one to truly barter with the same level of comfortability as you do with my uncle. Nor do your eyes shine as brightly as they once did with a competitive passion whenever Daemon challenged you to an archery contest. Vocalising your favour of my Uncle was never your strong suit but you found a way that not only conceals your favouritism but also of your growing co-dependency; Through being competitive and acting uninterested so he’d keep coming back to prove something you were already aware of from the beginning.”

She was right, vocalising your feelings was never your strong suit, it made you feel vulnerable and fearful of what was to come next; so instead you indulged on acting upon your competitive side to hide the fact that you couldn’t see a life where you didn’t have Daemon being a pestering thorn in your side, nudging your arm whenever his brother was making some grand speech you couldn’t care less about and when you gave him a glance he was already mocking Viserys by making exaggerated expressions; causing you to smack him in the bicep so neither of you would be called out on your antics in front of the rest of the kings council as though you were still growing children. Daemon made you feel youthful again.

So when he broke the news that you wouldn’t be seeing him for awhile, your only response to that was, “don’t die, but if you intend to, die valiantly because I’m not going to be there to carry your dead carcass back home.” Harsh as that might’ve sounded to anyone else, to you two however it was a silent plea for him to be carful and to not be tricked or deceived so easily. Daemon only smiled widely as he clasped you on the shoulder before drawing you into a warm hug. “Don’t pride yourself on that being the case for who knows, I might return from all this with a proposal you simply can’t refuse.” He teased but before you could ask what he meant by that, his warmth had already left you and you were left standing on your lonesome, where you’d be for quite some time.

Not seeing the point in arguing with the princess you merely sighed, raising your hands weakly in surrender, “you’ve got me your highness but in my defence, if I weren’t here today, who’d be able to keep your uncle off of your fathers back as long as I can?” Rhaenyra only laughed at your response, grasping your hands tightly in her own as her chuckles subsided and her eyes softened. “You’ve proven a valid point but, her eyes darted to the space where Caraxes once occupied, “I’m certain he’s sourly missed you too.” You merely scoffed, “no offence princess but I’m certain that’s not the case at all and even if it was he only missed the challenge I pose to him. Not me specifically.” This time it was Rhaenyra’s turn to scoff, “for someone as observant as you, you sure are missing several key pointers as to why I say this.” Before you could ask her what she meant by that Sir Criston Cole had called for her presence and with an squeeze of the hand, she, like her uncle, was gone from your line of sight.

You were standing by your lonesome against the wall of the castles garden, watching the festivities but not participating, this wasn’t your style and you never claimed to like it either. In actuality you’ve made it well known of your distain for feasts and festivities by not arriving to those you were invited to in the past; now however was one you couldn’t bring yourself pass up even if you tried, after all it was in Daemon’s honour for his triumphant victory and of the crabfeeder situation finally being put to eternal rest; You watched on from afar as everyone else drank to their hearts content, unaware of the encroaching presence until it was already shoulder to shoulder with you. “I thought festivities weren’t your thing.” Dameon said as he people watched from beside you, occasionally taking a drink from his goblet in between. “It’s not, Though I would be a fool to miss out on the opportune chance that I might get to dine on free food and drinks.” You replied, looking at him from the corner of your eye only to stare at his newly short cropped hair.

As a child you had teased Daemon that long hair made him look like an elf, when in reality you were compensating for the fact that you wanted nothing more then to run your fingers through it to test if it’s as smooth as you think. So seeing him with hair shorter then usual brought about new thoughts. Some innocent, while others not so. It defiantly suited him as there’d be pieces of it that would droop in front of his face that made you want to reach out and brush it out of his face but yet even then it only made the hair suit him even more in your opinion. Daemon chuckled behind his goblet and as he goes to look at you, you quickly averted your gaze elsewhere so you weren’t caught staring. “Nothing about you has changed since i left I see.” He nudged your side, “other then the fact that you’ve only grown more handsome/beautiful.” He adds on sincerely but after knowing him so long you’ve learnt to take what he says with a grain of salt.

“You haven’t changed either Dameon,” you retorted, “besides the hair of course and hints of maturity but other then that your still Daemon Targaryen, pain in my side.” You chuckled but stopped soon when you didn’t hear Daemon’s laughter accompanying yours like it normally did, so you go to look at him only to find that he was still staring at you with those piercing eyes of his. Almost as though he was searching for something. “Do you always believe I joke about your beauty in such a way?” He asked, suddenly serious. It wasn’t often that he was like this but when he was the tension between you two became something you weren’t certain you wanted to put a label to just yet. “Joking about one another has always been our thing Daemon, how else am I meant to take it as other then that?” You replied, wanting to know where this was heading and why the sudden defensiveness on his behalf. You felt something between you both change but it seemed as though it didn’t want to come out as easily as either of you wished because as soon as you asked that question Daemon was swiftly taken away by his brother who quite literally dragged him over to where his wife Alicent and Rhaenyra were.

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agentrouka-blog · 3 months

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I’ve been rereading Game of Thrones during my doctor waiting room times, and recently I came across this bit:

She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo's copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash.

I wondered if it might foreshadow Dany witnessing or causing Aegon/Young Griff to burn to death in the fight for the throne. Presumably Aegon/Young Griff would have darker skin from his Dornish heritage, and silver hair once the blue dye is washed out. What are your thoughts ?

I do think you are on to something there, and that the image of the burning heart in particular underlines the parallel to Stannis and his Azor Ahai prophecy (of the steel-tempering heart). There is a continuum of familial murder in Stannis' story. He kills his brother, he would have killed his nephew, he will kill his child. All under his banner of the flaming heart.

Dany is only a bystander in her brother's death, and her son's life wasn't intentionally traded - but still within this dream you quote she finds herself already moving past this grief on her path toward her dragon identity, urged on by her silver-haired ancestors.

She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin. "… want to wake the dragon …" Ghosts lined the hallway, dressed in the faded raiment of kings. In their hands were swords of pale fire. They had hair of silver and hair of gold and hair of platinum white, and their eyes were opal and amethyst, tourmaline and jade. "Faster," they cried, "faster, faster." She raced, her feet melting the stone wherever they touched. "Faster!" the ghosts cried as one, and she screamed and threw herself forward. A great knife of pain ripped down her back, and she felt her skin tear open and smelled the stench of burning blood and saw the shadow of wings. And Daenerys Targaryen flew. [...] Dany released her wrist. My son is dead, she thought as Jhiqui left the tent. She had known somehow. She had known since she woke the first time to Jhiqui's tears. No, she had known before she woke. Her dream came back to her, sudden and vivid, and she remembered the tall man with the copper skin and long silver-gold braid, bursting into flame. She should weep, she knew, yet her eyes were dry as ash. She had wept in her dream, and the tears had turned to steam on her cheeks. All the grief has been burned out of me, she told herself. She felt sad, and yet … she could feel Rhaego receding from her, as if he had never been. Ser Jorah and Mirri Maz Duur entered a few moments later, and found Dany standing over the other dragon's eggs, the two still in their chest. It seemed to her that they felt as hot as the one she had slept with, which was passing strange. (AGOT, Daenerys IX)

Dany has lost her brother and her son, but we know what she clings to above all. She always tells us.

The copper-skinned lord shows up again in the HOTU prophecy.

Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name. . . . mother of dragons, daughter of death . . . Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . . Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . (ACOK, Daenerys IV)

This entire passage is brimming with imagery related to false promises and prophecies leading her family members to doom. (I count Stannis among them.) The people cheer the cloth dragon but the real thing is a portent of death and destruction, kinslaying and self-destruction.

That copper-skinned lord relating to Rhaego alone doesn't feel very satisfying when we know he would have never looked like this. He was deformed in the same way many Targaryen stillborn babies were, blind and winged and scaled. Aegon is unlikely to look specifically copper-skinned, but he is bound to cut an impressive figure in the same way she imagines Rhaegar to do. She imagined her son would. He who could bebher family but will be her rival.

Whether this image specifically represents Aegon, as the hypothetical true heir Dany will want out of the way, or some idealized sense of Targaryen conquest, he is destroyed from within by the same flames Dany feels inside herself. In the context of the Dance of Dragons, of the Baratheon line and Stannis destruction of it, the fate of her brother and son, the burning city - and because GRRM already repeated it to keep it in our minds - I do think it's likely to come back in her confrontation with Aegon.

Who else could make this image come to life?

#anti daenerys targaryen #asoiaf speculation #rhaego #aegon vi targaryen #kinslaying #fire imagery #stannis baratheon #parallels

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elnierah · 11 months

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Spoiler-free conclusion to FFXVI + Small update

I am... broken. Utterly and irreversibly broken by both the sheer elation and sorrow this game has imbued me with. Truthfully, I have not felt this way about a game’s narrative and world since Nier Automata ( and it’s predecessor, Replicant ) and whilst many other games have touched my heart, none have parallelled this in quite some time. I have shed many tears throughout its journey, and many more smiles, being spurred to the rawest of emotions throughout my witness. And now I sit here, yet again tears down my face, all so I can attempt to share but just a fraction of my thanks and honour those who have crafted such an immalculate journey. My voice is but one of many, hidden and muffled, and yet I wish to sing it nonetheless, for the people behind its loving creation deserve no less.

The game’s world, both intricate and painstakingly designed a reflection of the very realm we stand upon, its deep history and all... The soundtrack, music permeating with the very souls of its many contributors, all so that we, the players, may find ourselves thrust further into the world’s entanglement of emotions... The visuals, both breathtaking and heart-wrenching - that one and many’s minds can forge countless raw sights, views so beautiful or desolate they will remain perpetual in the thoughts of those witnessed... The characters who are filled to the utter brim with pure adoration and remarkable personalities - even those that seemed a mere supporting role were ensured that same extraordinary love. The writers’ imparted every fibre of their care into each character, and it shows with every word they spoke, every expression unique to them and the performance of their magnificent voice actors. Everyone poured their utmost into the main and side characters to bless us with a world so rich its fit to burst, and they achieved those rare efforts by bestowing us with the most memorable and endearing Final Fantasy cast thus far ( imo ). It goes to show that one does not need a overly striking design to stand out amongst the rest, that they only need an identity and development so arrestingly prominent they will capture the hearts of many. The gameplay, oh god... with every button press, I felt entwined with Clive’s journey, wishing to fell the enemies with the equal brutality they wrought upon others, or the oftentimes mercy so that those who found themselves at the end of his sword at no fault of their own, may finally rest in peace. There is a deep freedom and creativity in its systems, privileges often limited in other games for they would be too powerful otherwise, and yet, FFXVI managed to balance those mechanics all so that we could enact maneuvers we’ve wished for since childhood. I find myself wishing to platinum the game all so I can test out even more of its gameplay, and so that I don’t have to bid a sorrowful farewell.

The relationship and development between the characters is honest-to-god some of the best I have seen in a game. It trumps over many I have witnessed in the past and it’s beyond a gradual delight, a reflection of how bonds truly form in reality. This also includes romantical, a truthfully pleasant surprise. I didn’t go into this journey expecting a beyond compelling romance, one filled to the utter brim with chemistry, no lest one that would truly commit to it and not get cold bloody feet every other ( cinematic/not in romance genre ) game seems to or utility overused tropes of game narratives. I genuinely, wholeheartedly believe the romance between two important characters ( won’t say for spoilers ) to be absolutely unrivalled, even by some of the games I hold dearest to my heart. I do not ship characters often, most definitely not canon ones, but holy mother of god do I believe I’ve found a new one, for it is sincerely true and one I bear witness to rather than craft. It holds every aspect I value in romantic relationships - a slow burn, waxing as a candle flame until it flourishes into a roaring blaze, pure moments of wholesomeness and sincere communication, a genuine devotion to see one another’s woes mended and dreams achieved, together... AH! Just recalling it makes me want to scream in delight! It was as if it was moulded singularity to hit every one of my tastes! XD I love it so much so I may write some fan content of it, for they have spurred and truly touched my heart like no other has in such a long time... I did not go into this experience expecting friends and bros of unparalleled proportions, and most definitely not a lover, but I did find exactly that, and for such, I am eternally grateful.

I wrote so many words, and yet it seems as if it’s not nearly enough to express the depths of my feelings. I should probably wrap this post up though, lest I go on for a lifetime...

I hold out hope for a DLC, not necessarily because the game requires it as it is beyond a complete experience - something rare in the industry these days - but because I am yet ready to bid this experience a true farewell and wish for some elaboration on some smaller aspects of the plot, given I have undyingly thirst for more. The game is by no means flawless ( nothing is, and anyone insisting otherwise is odd to me as flaws are humanities wont... ) so I definitely think there is some organic room for expansion, even if it’s not necessary per se. If they decide against one, though, my heart will still be satisfied as this journey has been beyond paramount to me, ( and I’m just greedy for more LOL ) and one which will rest eternally in my soul... and my bookshelf, filled with its merch.

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PS: If there’s one recommendation I can give, it’s to do all of the side quests. The vast majority of them are well-worth your time as they are steeped in world building, and while there’s a handful that don’t feel very expansive ( I believe 3 or 5... ) most of them are very rewarding, both for lore fanatics and character development. It’s quite rare for side quests to provide anything to the overall narrative, but XVI most definitely does and some of them ( near the end of the game ) are the most beautifully written side quests I have ever experienced, to the point I question why they didn’t mark them different because of how IMPORTANT they are. They even have legitimate cutscenes... Please, if there’s one thing you take away from this appreciation post, then it is most definitely to not sleep on the side quests. They are essential to appreciating the entirety FFXVI has to offer...

Thank you Naoki Yoshida, Masayoshi Soken, Koji Fox, Kazutoyo Maehiro, Yusuke Hashimoto and everyone else who poured their absolute lifeblood into this project! ❤ ❤ ヽ(*´ω｀*)ﾉ ❤ ❤

All of your efforts bore the sweetest of fruits, and I sensed every aspect of your passion throughout my play. Whilst I cannot write each and every one of your names in my thanks, lest I rival the credits length, I ensured to watch them and offered a gratitude to everyone who worked on this magnificent game!

Thank you, truly! (ཀ﹏ཀ)

Now onto the small update!

I believe I’m going to remain on a break as I’m still reeling from the experience and wish to enjoy my time with it a little longer. I also need some time to self reflect as I have a burning desire to bring this IP into my writing sphere ( something very rare, indeed... ) and I need to figure out how best to approach such shifts. I have absolutely no plans whatsoever to abandon my current projects, so don’t worry about that, this won’t change anything, I still absolutely adore and love Shukita/Kitashu, but a new pairing has found its way to rest beside them in my heart and I wish to nurture its growth with my own touch. It’ll likely be through oneshots, as massive projects like YCTL take and took years to cultivate, so I don’t believe it’ll take time away from my other ambitions too much.

Anyway, thanks for reading the rambles of my madness ( if you even got this far, can’t blame ya if haven’t XD ) and I’ll be back toiling away on my own creations soon enough! ❤️ 💙

Credit/Source: Kazuya Takahashi ( Artist ) /// Aitaikimochi ( HD/Text Cleaner )

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bread-elf · 2 years

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Aug. DWC 2022 - Day 5

Disclaimer: This is an erotica. Further below there is another disclaimer of WHEN the intimacy begins after the 'story' has been told. If erotica's are not your cup of tea, the disclaimer will be blatantly obvious of when the story is done, so there are no surprises within the first half of this. For MY safety, don't read this if you are not over the age of 18. Shiver Ever since Jiroki left her homeland permanently, years after the Battle for Hyjal and decided it was time to move on, she has spent the majority of that time since in the Eastern Kingdoms. Steadily she’s finding herself more in Pandaria, having her home there now with her family, but duties still call for her to return to the Eastern Kingdoms. Primarily for business, at times for pleasure, or in this case, both. Ever the one to gain unlikely allies she finds herself far north in the Eastern Kingdoms, discreetly escorted to a fief that lingered in the outreaches of the Eversong Woods. Scourge and Darkfallen have been like a blight in the area, and it’s due to these reasons that she’s been called by one of her newer friends.

House of Fardawn blew her expectations, though she had little to begin with. One of the more ancient houses with ancestry that can be traced back to the Kaldorei, the landis massive with various buildings. Though she anticipated a proper tour for being a guest at some point, already she can tell that the servants and their families have sufficient living spaces, and she even spotted a structure that looked akin to a Cathedral. The sigil of the Fardawns decorated the outside of the main mansion she’s brought into, and it’s printed even on tapestries and armor that guards wore. The hilt of a sword, embezzled in white and gold, enclosed in a circle. The friend she’s here for is tucked away in his office, waiting for her. Upon entering Jiroki couldn’t help but notice that this room alone is bigger than her own kitchen, let alone the size of a studio someone could live in. To one side is a lounge area with chairs and a coffee table, and the other a workspace with a desk and some chairs. Her quarry stands by a window with drapes pulled back to let the light of the sun inside, turning as a servant brings her in. Helfar V. Fardawn is dressed in what he deems as casual attire; black slacks and shoes to match, a white button up shirt with the first few top buttons opened, giving a glimpse of his collar bone and a silver necklace. His sleeves are rolled up neatly on his forearms, and he carries a whiskey glass in hand that’s aromatic of rhy and orange bitters. His platinum hair is the most untamed thing about him, having a fade haircut with the sides trimmed but longer hair up top. The Sin’dorei brings a hand up to brush bangs away from his golden eyes, and he sets his drink down on his desk and makes his way over. “Jiroki my dear, thank you for coming.” He comes to greet her, hands extended for hers. Jiroki takes them, though she’s only mildly off put as he comes to plant a brief kiss on her cheek. The gesture is polite, and he’s coaxing her further into his officer by the hand. “Come in, come in. I’m sorry I couldn’t come fetch you directly, I’ve been…” He only pauses so that he can collect his thoughts and let out a deep sigh. “I’ve been deep in thought.”

“I can tell.” The tension in his shoulders is notable, and there’s very subtle physical ticks he gives off that are telltale signs of the stress he carries. “I came as soon as I could. Have there been any changes? At all?” Jiroki has avoided getting her hopes up just in case, and his response only confirms her suspicions. “No, no… Not really.” The man wanders back towards his desk, though quickly turns and snaps his fingers. “Leave us.” Speaking to his servant, who bows and excuses themselves. Once solely the two of them Helfar allows himself to deflate ever so slightly. He leans back against his desk to perch himself, and reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose.

“That bad?” Jiroki can’t help but comment, taking a brief moment to glance around his office, looking at the decor. “Yes, that bad.” His words make her attention snap back to him. Helfar crosses his arms, looking at her. “Brianna is still trapped. It has worsened, in fact.” He reaches back around him for his drink. “House Evermorn is surrounded by the Scourge, and it’s becoming clear that there are Darkfallen manipulating them. We don’t know why…” Helfar takes a generous swig of his whiskey cocktail, his brow furrowed in a stern expression. “Her land borders the Ghostlands, so there’s no limit in Scourge they can muster. I have a hunch they may be involved with the Darkfallen you and I have slain, but that hasn’t been confirmed yet…” “Tch…” Jiroki’s jaw starts to grind, a bad habit of hers when she doesn’t like something. “And what of the others? Your- uh… What are they called…” Drawing a blank. Helfar lets out a chuckle, finally starting to grin at her. “They’re called the Azeroth Protectorate. You’ll get it eventually my dear.” He gives her a wink, which makes her huff and roll her eyes, and his handsome smile broadens for a deeper laugh, albeit brief. Helfar pushes himself to stand and strides away from his desk, going over to some high-end mini bar cabinet. How did she not notice that before? Once at it he sets his drink down for a refill, and mixes together a second drink. “They are planning to move, which is why I sent for you. Tomorrow we will be crossing into the enemy threshold, and hopefully we can get some hindsight on the situation. Or at least, breach into the estate…” “Gain ‘hindsight’? What hindsight do they need? Do they not plan on going to rescue your fiance?” “If we can, we will.” Helfar grabs hold of both drinks and comes back towards her, extending one in silent offering as he speaks. “She has others in the Protectorate who are just as eager as me for her rescue. But we can’t risk our own in the endeavor. Scouts have reported that there are defenses within, so she’s safe with the others… For now.” “For now.” Jiroki has taken the drink offered, glancing down at its contents. She takes a drink, letting the flavors of the whiskey cocktail dance on her tongue. “As I said before, I’ll do everything in my power to help her. She’s strong and spirited, she can hold out for a while longer.” “Hm, yes…” Helfar lets out a rather rueful chuckle, golden eyes starting to downcast. Though a soft smile lingers on his lips, it doesn’t reach his eyes. “My mother is there too, you know… She went to take matters into her own hands when things first started occurring. Though you can see how that’s been helpful…” Another heavy swig is procured after that. “Helfar…” Jiroki is surprised, genuine worry growing for him and his family. “I… I had no idea, I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine the stress you’re under…” Helfar tries to chuckle and shrug it off, but there’s a lack of energy that even drains her. “It’s… It’s a lot.” He confides in her, letting the stress show as he brings a hand up to run back through his hair. “And there’s nothing I can do about it besides bide my time.” He glances down at his drink for a moment before glancing at her again. “So what would you like for dinner?” “Uh-” The sudden change of topic catches her off guard, and she can’t help but let out a bit of a confused laugh. “I’m- I’m not picky. What, would it be just the two of us? Do I get to experience the nobility-way of fine dining?” “If that’s what you want to call it, then yes, I suppose so.” Helfar chuckles, enjoying the way her sarcasm comes out in bursts. “You’re my guest for tonight after all. I even had a room prepared for you.”

“Is it just down the hall, or on the sixth floor of your mansion? This place is massive, I feel like I’ve barely seen any of it.” Jiroki’s initial words are an exaggeration, which continues to bring a handsome smile on Helfar’s face. “I’ll be sure to give you a proper tour, perhaps after you’re settled. We’ll get our rest before tomorrow ensues.” Jiroki nods in agreement with that. “I understand. I appreciate your hospitality. Though I didn’t bring very many casual clothes.” Glancing down at herself. She came in her traveling leathers, her knapsack and weapon taken from her upon entering the premises, reassured that her belongings will be waiting for her in her room. “You don’t have to worry about that at all.” Helfar chuckles, the smile back in his eyes as he looks at her. Yet they become half lidded as he continues to smile, his tone dropping an octave. “But I would have liked to have seen you in a dress again. Like the one you had in Shattrath.” Jiroki’s stomach suddenly flips inside her stomach, remembering a time where they had met in Shattrath once for dinner. “Don’t- Don’t be silly, you think I’d bring a dress with a mission going on tomorrow?” The Kaldorei sasses him a bit as she steps away, giving off subtle signs of deflecting as she moves towards the window. Helfar watches her carefully, eyes on her as he downs the rest of his drink and sets the glass on his desk, then slowly makes his way towards her.

Though she’s the huntress, Jiroki can tell when she’s being preyed upon, hearing Helfar’s footsteps near. Long, scarred ears twitch as she keeps her eyes fixated down at her half empty glass, and she can feel him standing right behind her. A pleasant shiver runs down her spine as he starts to gently grasp some of the long strands of her hair, bringing it closer to his lips to inhale her scent. “I’ve missed you, you know.” His voice barely a whisper, hands smoothing out her hair and begin to idly find their way to her hips. Yet she doesn’t move, allowing him to be in her space. “Do you feel the same?” “Yes…” The confession spills out of her before she can think it through, which just sets her heart race faster. Hands caress her hips, wide enough to carry multiple children at a time, and he gives an ample squeeze before coaxing her to turn around, which she obliges.

Eyes of light and dark meet, Jiroki only taller by a few inches as she looks down at the Sin’dorei. His golden eyes seem to have more of a spark to them compared to just moments before, his hands now lightly running along her sides as he looks up at her. “I have so much I want to show you. But not right now…” A single hand comes up to caress her cheek, and Helfar lets out a content sigh as Jiroki leans into his touch. “Thank you again for coming… I’ve ached for you.” “I’ve ached for you as well, Helfar…” Midnight eyes seem to dance with stars as she looks at him, giving a silent demand for more as he stands so close to her. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, neither of them able to deny the things they were feeling, emotional or physical. It’s Helfar that instigates the kiss that comes next, leaning in to get a taste of her lips. He doesn’t have to go far for it, because she leans in to meet him. ((That's it. That's the whole story. You want more story? Well you'll have to wait for the Day 6 post because there's nothing fundamental from here on. Maybe subjective comedy to the right audience? But it's all smut straight from here. No hard feelings if you dip from here, but constructive commentary/criticism is always appreciated in improving my works. And if you read on, great, tell me how I did. Anyway here's Wonderwall.))

It starts off simple and sweet, lips pressed firmly against one another. There’s no telling who deepens the kiss first; before they know it their lips are meshing and dancing with one another. A Kaldorei’s fangs are more prominent compared to a Sin’dorei’s, and Helfar is reminded of it as she starts to tug at his bottom lip with them. A heated breath escapes his nostrils and his hand finds its way into her hair, grasping the back of her head gently to keep her in place as he drives his tongue into her mouth. Tongues thrash and swirl with one another, sucking up the taste of the rhy whiskey they had drank together. When their kiss breaks there’s strings of saliva that take longer to break apart, and Helfar takes her hand and quickly guides her somewhere. They reach one of the loveseats in the lounge area of his office, Jiroki barely having time to haphazardly set her drink on the coffee table before she’s pushed onto the couch. His excitement elicits a giggle out of her, but not even waiting for her to fully lay down Helfar begins to mount over her, quickly reclaiming her lips with his. Whereas she is more slim and agile, he is made of pure muscle with a broad frame, easily pinning her down as they kiss deeply and begin to tangle in each other’s embrace.

Clothed bodies press and grind, Helfar’s hips becoming more focused as a growth begins to occur. Jiroki is aware of it, it’s as obvious as broad daylight, and her hands slide down his sides to hold fast to his hips and encourage him to dry hump her harder. A groan is given against her lips, fangs grazing and tongues flicking as his motions get more eager. One hand travels up her torso, grasping over her chest to feel at the breasts bound beneath. A soft sigh escapes Jiroki’s lips as their kiss breaks, and Helfar sits himself up. An intense gaze is in the man’s eyes as he starts to undo his shirt, risking the chance of popping off the buttons with how fast he’s going. The definition of the man’s torso is shown off to Jiroki as he shrugs his shirt off, a long scar that starts from his right shoulder to his left hip now exposed. On leave for the time being due to deal with the Scourge threatening his family, the Blood Knight’s chiseled form is the perfect eye candy for Jiroki. Her hands find their way to his chest as she starts to feel him over, learning the landscape that is his body. The touch from the Kaldorei slows the passion for a moment, Helfar enjoying the way she carefully explores his body, but his bulge only grows more when her hands dip down to start unbuckling the belt at his pants. Lust threatens to overspill and he pulls her up to a seated position, needing her traveling gear off.

Every article of clothing is pried off in a matter of minutes, discarded without a care. Jiroki is on her back once more as Helfar hovers over her again. Well endowed for a Sin’dorei, his shaved smooth crotch pressing up against Jiroki’s own hips. Not yet lining himself up for sex, but he presses himself greedily against her as his hands snatch her sides. Feeling how soft her waxed nether lips are against the underside of his shaft, grinding against her more and encouraging the slickness starting to form. He groans in anticipation, the sound making Jiroki’s hair stand on end, and now his hands begin to explore her form. Donning more scars than his own form, scattered across various sections of her body. A few run across her torso as his thumbs run over them, but he’s more fixated on her lavender skin, the subtle tan lines that show how bright her skin is underneath the clothes she wears. Jiroki bites her lip as the sensation of his hands, and lets out a small breath as he cups her breasts. Helfar’s large hands have trouble encompassing the entirety of her motherly tits, squeezing and watching the flesh mesh between his fingers, and it excites him even further. “You’re gorgeous.” He leans down and drags his tongue along one of her nipples, her areolas a deep purple in contrast to her lavender skin, swirling around the hard nub and then tugging gently with his lips to hear more of the sounds she’s starting to make. A moment passes before he switches to give the other breast the same tender love and care, and then eagerly comes back up to reunite with her lips. Her arms snake around him as they indulge in heated kisses once more, nails digging into his back that make him shiver in delight. His cock is as engorged as it’s going to get, hip movements borderlining frantic as the desire to be inside of her grows at an alarming rate. She’s even moaning into his lips as he continues to stimulate her body with his own, the feeling of skin on skin making her mind go into a haze.

“Helfar, I-I don’t want to wait.” Jiroki stutters a bit after she breaks the kiss, the desire in her voice as evident as the expression on her face. He nods, starting to pull himself up, but instead is moving to dismount from her. “Wet it first.” He doesn’t demand it of her but the intensity is still in his voice, nearly making her nethers shudder. A comforting lover, he moves and props a knee on the edge of the couch, making it so she can prop up on her elbows and be within range. It only takes a moment for her to adjust herself before she brings the tip of his cock into her mouth, tongue rolling over the mushroom head. Instantly he groans, biting his lip and trying not to be noisy, but he grabs hold of the back end of the couch to squeeze tightly. Unable to withstand himself, his free hand moves to start caressing her womanhood, gentle as his fingers seek the most sensitive part of her body. Fingers get moist and he starts to rub at the small nub that’s her clit, watching her body start to shift and arch beneath him. The sound of her blowjob is wet as she aims to lubricate his cock with her mouth, guiding her tongue along the spots that get the most reactions out of him. Golden eyes flutter as he has to endure the pleasure and not cave in to it, and the resistance he has to create fans the flames of his passion even more. Satisfied with her work he pulls his hips back, watching her lovely face as his cock slides out of her mouth.

“Flip over.” His tone is more urgent than before, and his hands are impatient as he grabs her to help her flip over faster. The taller woman on her hands and knees, glancing behind her shoulder as Helfar gets into position. He can’t help but admire her generous backside for a bit, hands firmly feeling over her child bearing hips before giving her rear an ample squeeze, and deigns to give a rough slap to one side that makes her gasp loudly. Helfar grasps hold of the base of his shaft and lines himself up, and steadily sinks himself into the confines of her cunt. It’s hot and tight, letting out an open mouthed groan at the feeling, and she herself is gasping and panting lightly. There’s a knock on the door and a poor, ignorant servant begins to open it. Jiroki gasps and flinches, causing her nethers to squeeze him tight. A hiss escapes his lips and he ends up reacting on instinct, grabbing hold of the back of her neck and shoving her face down into the couch to hide her face, trying to save her modesty. By the time the servant realizes his Lord is undressed with only the back of the couch to censor a fraction of his view, it’s already too late. Eyes widen and he’s struck with paralyzing fear for a few seconds that feels like hours. And then he tries to leave, starting to stammer and losing all thought process on why he’s there in the first place. “I-I-I-I’m sorry m-m-my Lord-”

“Is it an emergency?!” “N-No-” “Leave!” A hand raises and he taps into the arcane arts for object manipulation, all just so that from afar he can slam the door shut in the servant’s face. Frustration and a dire sexual need overflow in the man, and not wanting to waste another precious second her grabs hold of Jiroki’s hips and begins to pound into her mercilessly.

The Sin’dorei’s sudden ferocity takes her by surprise, right away beginning to moan at each hard thrust. “Ghh- fuck!!” Cursing in the Common language rolling off her tongue far easier than any other language she knows, and the sound of it encourages Helfar to keep going at the pace he’s giving it to her. The stress and frustrations he’s been feeling for weeks is venting out into this elven woman in front of him, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels the way her pussy milks him. Not even caring if his servant remains lurking outside in utter shock, the feeling of this Kaldorei wrapped around him in such intimacy is the only thing that matters right now. Another slap, much harder and louder, is given to her backside that makes her yelp, and the same hand runs over her back. It’s not the first time he’s seen these scar burns on her, tenderness showing as his hand is careful as he reaches for the back of her neck. Golden eyes are open as he grabs hold of her possessively, sinking his fingers into her ocean locks of hair, gripping at the back of her head to pull back. It makes Jiroki wince, her back being made to arch to accommodate the way he has her bend over in front of him. Yet she starts to move herself in time with him, bringing her ass back to collide with his hips for a deeper impact, the flesh impacting by him rippling each time. Even her breasts are being rocked from his brute strength, swaying freely without straint.

“B-Belore, I’m close-” Approaching his limit far sooner than he wants, his grunts and groans loud as a light sheen of sweat starts to shine on him. “Ha-Hang on, hang on, I’m- I’m g-getting there-” How fast things escalated between the two did things to her, her nethers completely soaking his cock in her arousal. Their sex sounds wet and sticky, only setting her pleasure nerves on fire. “K-Keep going, keep going, keep going-” Helfar lets out a hefty breath from his nostrils as he tries to focus. Years upon years of training in discipline has led him to this one moment, even if that wasn’t the intention. He coaxes her with a heavy hand to be face down into the couch again, and once she does he grabs hold of her hips with both hands and gives her everything he has to offer. The sound of skin slapping against skin is overpowering to the ears, but only she is louder than that as her moans are nearly screams of ecstasy.

The downward angle makes him grind against a sweet spot deep inside of the Kaldorei woman, driving his intent to focus on her sounds and how her body reacts. It comes up faster than either of them anticipate, Helfar already barely hanging on as he feels the way her cunt begins to squeeze and tighten, the way her body gives telltale signs of an impending release. “Helfar! I-I’m- I’m-” Her breathing ragged as she moans and gasps for breath against his savage thrusting, and it all happens so quickly as her mind blanks. An explosive sensation of pleasure occurs in her nethers that then radiates through the rest of her body, her body caving forward to arch as she screams out and trembles. As a result, her nethers suddenly become like a vice grip on Helfar, enough so that it sounds like it’s even strangling him as he shudders and doubles over, her orgasm forcing his own out. Strangled moans and gasps escape him as he unintentionally dumps his entire load into her, unable to pull himself out. Sin’dorei seed infiltrates a Kaldorei womb, their union a secret from their faction loyal peers. With the exception of his servants.

Tensions are gone and post-nut clarity is reached. Helfar blinks his eyes rapidly as he looks down at his Kaldorei lover beneath him, Jiroki still face down and ass up as she catches her own breath. A sense of euphoria washes over him as he starts to dote gentle and appreciative kisses on her back, and pulls himself up as he glances at their conjoined hips. He’s rooted in deep, but starts to slide himself out, groaning and biting his lip at the sensation before he pops out. He admires his handiwork as his seed starts to ooze out of her already, watching some of it drip onto his nice leathery couch. He’ll have to remember to have the same servant who interrupted them clean up their mess. Jiroki groans in kind as he starts to pull out, and sighs in relief as she starts to lower her hips. His hands knead and caress her backside for a bit before he once more begins to travel up his back, feeling his kisses and letting him pamper her. “Who- Who said you could cum inside?” She’s spent, but there’s always enough energy to sass the people she’s fond of. “I’m sorry-” Helfar sounds embarrassed, unbecoming of the man, and just shows his genuinity even more. “I wasn’t planning on it, but you… I don’t think your body would have let me go even if I tried.” He chuckles against her skin, then leans up as she starts to move herself, slowly flipping herself over.

“Mmm, you’re right.” Jiroki speaks once she’s on her back again and facing him, arms instantly draping around him. “Don’t worry, it’s a safe week. But you’re taking responsibility if my next child turns out half Quel’dorei.” Helfar laughs at that, his smile practically beaming at her, and she even gets a rare occurrence of seeing a blush dote on his features. “I’m sure my mother wouldn’t be too upset at having a grandchild that's a half Night Elf…” His smile turns soft, giving her an enamored look as he lowers himself to her. “Come here…”

Their lips touch, a sweet and timid kiss compared to their recent bout of sex. It gradually deepens as they allow themselves to let their emotions pour out into the kiss, embracing one another tenderly. Ready to waste the hours away until they’re called for the upcoming battle.

@daily-writing-challenge

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tarnishedxknight · 5 months

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[ Wounds That Refuse to Heal ]

Mantis wished Ashelia understood that she had not hurt Mantis. Her powers worked that way; if she was surrounded by happy, smiling people, she would be the happiest being in the galaxy. If people were sad and hopeless, she would feel like the world was ending. It was a double-edged sword, but that was what empathy meant, and Mantis would always be ready to let others know they were seen.

Her eyes widened when Ashelia said she told her father and he did not believe her. Stars… Her heart broke for the young woman. “Oh… I am so sorry, Princess. You did not deserve to be dismissed by your own father, or anyone, truly, but especially not by someone you looked up to for protection and guidance.” Trying to distract Ashelia, Mantis offered a sad yet hopeful smile. “Would you like to see something?” The empath reached out and touched the moonflower’s stem that was visible beneath Ashelia’s fist, and just like that, the flower multiplied; four more moonflowers grew in Ashelia’s grip, around the one she was already holding. It was a trick Mantis did for children who admired her botanokinesis and who said they would like to have the same ability, and then, after making flowers grow in their hands, Mantis would act surprised, as if it had been their doing. More petals unfolded. White, like the lie.

Mantis frowned, confusion visible in her gaze when Ashelia said she couldn’t tell Basch. But then she explained that the one responsible for her suffering had been Basch’s friend, and Mantis lifted a hand to her mouth, her antennae droopy. “Oh… I see. It is very considerate that you do not want to hurt Basch, but you have to understand that the only one who tried to hurt someone in this situation was his friend. You did not ask for that. I believe Basch would be disappointed in him, not in you.”

Mantis closed her hand into a fist and another moonflower emerged from it, which she placed gently behind Ashelia’s ear. The color almost seemed to match her platinum blonde hair. “What would you like to do then, Princess? Perhaps we should talk to Noah instead. I am sure he did not know he was going to get this reaction from you. It will help your mind further realize he is himself, not the one who tried to hurt you.”

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Ashelia’s eyes fell as Mantis said she was sorry her father had dismissed her claims. Although her father had never done anything bad to her, he hadn’t always been there for her when she needed him. She had always assumed that was because he had been disappointed she was not a boy, but never had she raised that issue with him. “We were not as close as we perhaps should have been...” she lamented. “He was very old by the time I was born. I was the last of nine children, all of them boys... except for me. By the time I was seven, all of my brothers and my mother had passed. I always felt like he was a bit resentful that the one child who survived was female, since only males could inherit the throne.” She sighed, for remembering her old station and homeland made her sad. “But none of that matters now,” she whispered.

She watched with wide eyes full of wonder as Mantis used her botanokinesis to grow more moonflowers, diverging off of the original stem. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed before chuckling a little out of pure delight. “You have an incredible gift!” She gently touched the flowers. “They’re beautiful...” Her eyes moved from the white blossoms to Mantis. “You are such a kind person. You know nothing of me and yet you stopped to make sure I was alright. Not many others would have done the same. I do not know how I might repay such kindness, but... I will offer... that if you have any ailments or injuries, I may be able to take care of them for you. I am an accomplished healer. I’ve been casting healing spells and practicing them since I was ten.”

As the conversation drifted to Basch, Ashelia sighed. “I don’t want him to feel disappointed at anyone, for any reason...” she admitted. “He doesn’t deserve that. He has been through enough. But it is not only that. This man... Vossler... He betrayed us to our enemies. And... when it happened, Basch seemed so shocked and... well, yes, disappointed. As well he should have, as well we all were, but I could tell that he’d had no idea Vossler was capable of something like that. Perhaps he thought it a one-time thing. I don’t have the heart to tell him that Vossler tried to hurt me years ago, especially because Basch was his superior at the time. I know Basch... and... he will blame himself. He will say he should have noticed Vossler’s behavior and dismissed him before it ever got to that point. Or, he will say he should have been there to protect me. Or both.” Another sigh, and she looked at the flowers for comfort. “I don’t want him to feel that way, because it was never his fault. Sometimes friendship blinds us to someone’s true nature...”

Ashe smiled as the additional moonflower was placed behind her ear. “You are so sweet...” she cooed. She was nervous to speak with Noah, but she nodded in agreement. “Yes... I should tell him that it was not his fault. That it was not he who upset me, but the memory of someone else...” Ashe might have had no love for Noah, but there was a difference between being angry at him for a murder he actually committed, and making him feel as though he had done something to her when he had not at all. As she got back onto her feet and wiped her face, she drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Would you accompany me? Please? He can be... a rather volatile sort, but I feel that if you are there, he might check himself better. And perhaps I would as well,” she said, admitting to her own temper.

#side muse: ashelia #{ royal avenger } ᵐᶜᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

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notthatdeafbard · 1 year

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Final thoughts on Pokemon Scarlet

As I finish the story this afternoon, I have to put all my thoughts into writing. There will be story spoilers below the Read More for anyone who does not want to be spoiled for parts of the story.

Starfall Street Thoughts

If there’s one thing I’ve noticed over the last everal games, it’s that the “villain” teams have become less and loess like villains and just misfits/outcasts. As someone who played the original games, the last 3 villain teams have not been true villains. In Red/Blue/Yellow and Silver/Gold/Crystal, we had Team Rocket, who was basically the Mafia. In Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald, we had Team Aqua and Team Magma, Groups who wanted to either rid the world of land or water, depending on the team, which would destroy the world. In Pearl/Diamond/Platinum, we had Team Galactic, who wanted to destroy the world and recreate it. In Black/White/Black2/White2 we had Team Plasma, who started as Pokemon PETA and became basically Nazis. Then in X/Y, we had Team Flare, who, if I remember right, always wanted to destroy the world.

But then we come to Sun/Moon, there the villain team was just a gang of misfits. In Sword/Shield, they were a group who just wanted their fave trainer to win and made a nuisance of themselves.

And Scarlet/Violet...Were bullied kids who stood up to their bullies and became the thing they hated. It made me feel bad for taking them down, as someone who was bullied most of my school career. The story for each of the leaders seemed so silly, but it made me feel for them. And finally, Cassiopeia, aka Penny...

Mind you, I’ve had a love for Penny ever since her design was revealed. I am an eevee lover, and I used to draw myself in an exceedingly similar design to her for nearly a decade. Upon playing the game and talking to people who know me well, even the personality matched fairly well. It was eye opening, and it made the fight with her so much more impactful for me. While I felt bad for taking down this group who only formed because they were bullied, it felt empowering knowing I was helping them too.

Path of Legends Thoughts

Upon initially meeting Arven, I disliked him. He pissed me off and I honestly wanted nothing to do with him. But after learning his story of wanting to save his Mabosstiff...I know this story effected a lot of people. Most people, me included, immediately made this storyline a priority. But part of the reason for me stemmed from personal feelings of mine.

See, in March of 2021, my family lost our dog suddenly. he was a German Shepherd, and he was very healthy and lively. then suddenly one night he started acting strange, and lifted his head like he heard something, before it just dropped and he was gone. We don’t know what happened, as he had just been fine earlier in the day. It was a very sudden loss that, almost 2 years later, I still have not recovered from; he was my first dog.

So seeing Arven fight so hard to save this dog pokemon, it triggered feelings in me, made me wish I could play with my own dog one more time. Arven’s story as a whole is tragic and I ended up loving him almost as much as I love Penny. I understand his lonelyness in a sense, as someone who was abandoned by one of my parents, and he just eneded up being such an impact on me.

Victory Road Thoughts

I don’t have much to say on this one. It’s the generic “collect the gym badges and fight the elite four” story we have in ever game. The designs of the different gym leaders were fun. What I did really enjoy, however, is how fleshed out they all were. They weren’t just gym leaders. They were chefs, or rappers, or businessmen etc. They had LIVES outside of being a gym leader, which was something only touched on in Sword/shield occasionally. This time it felt more fleshed out, because they talked about it more. The bug type gym leader even had her own bakery! They were human first, gym leaders second, and I absolutely loved that!

Nemona’s constant want to battle was a little irritating for me, as someone who doesn’t like the rival battles much. Because she was already champion level, most of the fights felt trivial, because we know she’s going easy on us and pulling punches. Her obsession with battling is a little too much and while I initially liked her, she got old quick for me.

The Way Home Thoughts

Now for the story after the three main story lines, taking place in The Great Crater. The Final Story if you will.

The professor’s fate was not surprising to me. But the fact that there were so many failsafes to prevent the time machine from being shut down made me very sad. because to me that meant her research meant more than anything, even her own son. Despite what the AI said.

But everyone cheering on Koraidon in the end was just perfect. perfect unification of friendship.

Conculsion

Honestly this is probably tied for first place for my favorite pokemon game. The stories were great, all the characters were fantastic, most of the pokemon designs were fun. I didn’t experience the glitches that others had, but it was a lot of fun, and I cannot wait to reply it to stream when I have the time.

#pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet spoilers #ruu plays pokemon #story spoilers ahoy #tw animal death mentioned

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heretic-altias · 2 years

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Hi I’m not done with this game yet, here’s me and my main team + a bonus sleepy Lucario

#pokemon legends arceus #Pokémon #I have a particular love for shiny rapidash #have one in sword I’ve owned since platinum #so I was DELIGHTED by the shiny ponyta side quest letting me have one here #he’s my favorite Pokémon ever

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pokemoncreepypasta · 3 years

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My Shining Star

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Up until some recent events, I used to be an aspiring shiny hunter. Technically I was pretty good at it, too, at least by encounter standards. But even though I was great at finding my fair share of shiny Pokémon , I’ve never been able to keep any of them.

The first one of these shiny Pokémon I found was by a random encounter. I’d gotten lost in Rock Tunnel after forgetting to bring Flash, and spent so long in there that I ran out of Repels. Just as I was giving up hope that I’d be able to escape on my first run, she appeared.

I knew about shiny Pokémon, but hadn't ever thought I'd encounter one of my own in the wild. I was unprepared, and after a moment of staring in surreal wonder, I concentrated on figuring out how to catch her with my limited supplies. Thankfully it wasn't very hard, and soon I had my first legit shiny.

I normally wasn't creative with naming my Pokémon, but I wanted her to have a special name. I asked my mom for help, and she suggested "Star." I liked it, but the name itself seemed short and boring, so I added a couple stars to the ends to give her name a little flair.

I was beyond excited to put my first shiny into my team, and plowed through the rest of the cave. She was the light at the end of the tunnel, and I had to get out to the nearest PC, because I knew a shiny baby Cubone was waiting for me to adopt her.

I quickly fell in love with the little green dinosaur, and soon she was the shining star of my team. I used her more than my starter, and neglected the rest of my party a bit in the process, but still made it through the game alright. Setbacks didn't matter when I had a shiny.

Lots of time and multiple trips through the Elite Four later, I proudly turned ★Star★ into a level 100 Marowak. She was the first Pokémon I ever raised to level 100, and I couldn't have been prouder of her.

It had been a couple years, and I was starting to feel unsatisfied with just ★Star★. I was itching for more, and felt like I probably should have found some other random encounters by now, with all the time I'd spent playing.

Feeling inspired by all the shiny hunter videos I'd been binging on YouTube, I decided to start taking up shiny hunting. I was feeling ambitious, and decided to go straight to hunting for a shiny legendary Pokémon. I was a weird player who didn't really bother going after the birds or Mewtwo in my HeartGold, since I planned on transferring up my legends from my LeafGreen. I decided to rework ★Star★'s moveset for capturing legendary Pokémon.

The moveset I settled on was Bonemerang, False Swipe, Stone Edge, and Swords Dance. I decided to keep her moveset mostly offensive because she was still a member of my team, and not just a shiny-catcher. I planned on replacing False Swipe with Aerial Ace at some point, but I never got the chance to.

I decided to pick Mewtwo as my target. Lots of people find green shiny Pokémon overbearing and unattractive, but ★Star★ made me fond of them. Plush, Mewtwo was awesome, and I thought the two of them would look great together.

I spoke to ★Star★ aloud, saying, "Are you ready to do some shiny hunting, ★Star★?"

"★Star★ let out a roar!"

I thought she was just as enthusiastic as me.

I made it to Mewtwo, saved my game, and started the tedious process of soft resetting.

I’ll spare the details of how long it took, but eventually I came across the sparkling green Mewtwo.

I led with my team's Ampharos to paralyze it, and switched to ★Star★.

I remember being very lucky with this fight at first, with Mewtwo being fully paralyzed every turn.

I used Swords Dance to fully buff ★Star★'s attack stat so False Swipe would do as much damage as possible.

But even though I swore that I had chosen to use False Swipe, ★Star★ proceeded to use Bonemerang.

Shocked, confused and distressed, I watched as ★Star★ mercilessly beat the shiny Mewtwo down, knocking it out in one hit with her increased stats.

I felt crushed and dejected as I went back to the overworld. I blamed myself, thinking I had misclicked the wrong move and killed the Mewtwo myself. In my wave of disbelief, I absentmindedly talked to ★Star★.

"★Star★ is green with envy!"

I decided to go back to square one and start over.

A dozen thousand resets later, I saw it sparkle again and I was shaking with anticipation. Part of me felt twitchy and paranoid, like I should have used my Master Ball right away.

I decided against it because I wanted to hunt the birds later, but decided that if the Mewtwo seemed like it would run low on moves, then I'd use it as a last resort.

I probably should have listened to my guts though, because the same thing happened all over again. I knew for certain this time that I had chosen False Swipe, but the game purposefully made ★Star★ use Bonemerang. I saw it completely clear.

After seeing the Mewtwo go down a second time, I just cursed and slammed my desk a bit. I glared accusingly at my Marowak.

I decided to put my shiny hunting on hold. I used an Escape Rope to leave, and decided to place ★Star★ in the PC, quarantining her in an empty box for a time-out.

As I dejectedly hunted for a third time, I thought to myself what was wrong with my game. I wondered if it was just glitchy, or if I was misinterpreting the situation. I decided to convince myself that it was a mistake on the game's part; otherwise I wouldn't have been able to handle killing the Mewtwo twice in a row.

Finally, it sparkled one last time. I decided not to screw around while reclaiming this shiny. I had hunted it twice before, and decided to just use the Master Ball on it.

I had earned this.

After the initial rush of finally obtaining the shiny, I decided not to nickname it until I thought of something good, and watched as it got sent to the PC. I excitedly saved my game, and made my way out of the cave and to the nearest Pokémon Center.

But when I got there, the Mewtwo wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I shouted curses in confusion as I scrolled through every box in a state of denial. Where did it go, what could I have possibly done? I thought of all the ways I couldn't possibly messed up, did I have an evil hacked Pokémon from the GTS that deleted it, was this actually a bootleg game and Nintendo's anti-piracy revenge was to delete my legendary?

After a few minutes of searching, I gave up. My Mewtwo was gone.

I scrolled back to ★Star★'s isolated box and looked at my only green shiny in mourning. Obviously it wasn't something wrong with just her, but the game itself. In a game as glitchy as this, I was seriously worried that I might lose her, too.

After looking at her for a bit, it seemed like she might've been looking at me? I wasn't sure if she was supposed to do that, but in a game that was acting up like this, I didn't doubt it.

I took her out of the PC and put her at the front of my party to talk to her, to see if anything else was up.

"★Star★ nodded slowly."

She only did more random friendly things after that. Quite chipper for someone whose life might be threatened, I thought.

I decided to trade her over to Platinum for safe keeping. I wasn't sure what to do about the rest of my Pokémon on HeartGold, but ★Star★ was the most important one to me right now.

As I traded her over, I noticed that her eyes were red now, instead of the green I was just looking at. I was off-put by this inconsistency, especially with the recent events surrounding her. I forced myself to brush it off, however, notice I could do about it.

Even though I had an unfortunate experience with my HeartGold, my thirst for more shinies still persisted. Maybe it was the fact I had lost my shiny three times that I really had to fill the void, now. A couple weeks later, I found out about a method of shiny hunting called chaining, and wanted to try it out. I felt a little more at ease, since if you accidentally killed a shiny with this method, the chain wouldn't break, and you could keep going. Plus, Platinum should've been fine.

I chose Route 208, as it had a good selection of Pokémon for me to choose from. I wasn't picky, so I just started chaining whatever Pokémon I liked until I got a decent chain. I heard that the shiny odds max out at a chain of 40, so after that you can just keep resetting the radar until the grass sparkles.

I landed on Roselia, and sent out my shining star Marowak.

I started with False Swipe, since I wouldn't need to buff up ★Star★ for a LV. 19 Pokémon.

"★Star★ used Swords Dance!"

Oh no.

I panicked as memories of the last incident came flooding back, and how it had started out with her disobeying. Not giving her a chance to kill it, I frantically switched to the items menu to start throwing PokéBalls instead.

(Name omitted for personal reasons.)

I had plenty of them, so I stared throwing Ultra Balls, since they had the highest odds. At least one of these would probably work.

" blocked the Ball!"

"Don't !"

I tried throwing one, but it failed, as if I tried using it on a trainer's Pokémon.

I had no idea what in the world was going on, what could be stopping me from catching a wild Pokémon? Was my Platinum glitched out too? Was I cursed??

I tried using different balls, but nothing would work.

Eventually, I ran out of PokéBalls to throw. I'd failed the shiny.

Frustrated, but not enough to kill the Roselia, I fled the battle.

I had no idea what to do after that, and was exasperated. I wanted to berate myself, and that I should've tried test catching a normal Pokémon in Platinum first to make sure it was going to work okay. But really, how was I supposed to know that was going to happen? And always, conveniently when I was in the middle of hunting a shiny. I thought of berated my parents instead, if they had bought all my Pokémon games for me on eBay.

Was it really my games, thought? I don't even know if you can trade Pokémon from fake games. Was it my DS could it have been hacked? Can you even bootleg a DS? I tried going to the Internet for answers, and read some Reddit and random Pokémon forum posts about glitches and bootlegs for an hour, but gave up without finding a real conclusion.

So, I'd given up hunting for some time. But, I hadn't gotten tired of Pokémon. I bought Black for myself, and played through the story just fine.

I found out you could get a Shiny Charm if you completed the Pokédex. That made me excited, until I remembered my past luck. Was it worth trying again?

Shortly after transferring up all my Pokémon, I decided, yes. It was. I went for the hatching method this time, since the Pokémon ends up right in your party afterwards- no catching, no PC transfer. It would be my final test, and if THIS didn't work, I would officially give up on ever getting nice things.

Foreign Ditto in hand, I went to work. I went for a shiny Flygon, since they were one of the best looking, and it'd be a nice addition to my competitive team.

One long hunt and a really late night later, eyelids barely able to stay open, I saw it.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful.

Skipping the nickname, I rushed to immediately save my game, wasting no time. I checked my party to see my Trapinch was still there, and chalked it up as a success. I was an official shiny hunter now.

Since ★Star★ was level 100, I figured she could battle for my baby Trapinch until she could hold her own in battle. I only wanted to take her up a few levels, so I could personally train her afterwards. Just raising her immediately into a Flygon would be too soon.

I attached an Exp. Share to her, and started running around in the tall grass. After a little bit of grinding, my Trapinch made it up to level 8 before I accidentally stepped into the thick grass and triggered a wild double battle.

Knowing the wild Pokémon were too strong for the underleveled baby Trapinch, I wanted to flee, but I first noticed ★Star★'s sprite as it asked me what to do.

The end of her bone facing the wild Pokémon was no longer symmetrical, being sharpened at the end of it. I'd seen her sprite enough times to know it wasn't supposed to look like this.

I tried to flee, but it failed.

"★Star★ used Swords Dance!"

"The wild Pidove is watching carefully!"

"The wild Patrat is watching carefully!"

"Trapinch is watching carefully!"

★Star★ had started using moves on her own. Stunned, I tried to switch out.

"★Star★ can't be switched out!"

Giving up, I told ★Star★ to use Stone Edge on the Pidove, and told the Trapinch to use Bite on Patrat.

"★Star★ ignored orders!"

"★Star★ used Bonemerang!"

I gasped as she struck my Trapinch instead.

"★Star★ is green with envy!"

As soon as I read that text, it hit me. This wasn't any ordinary friendly fire.

"Trapinch fainted!"

It finally allowed me to run, so I immediately tapped the button and rushed to my party to see the damage.

My Trapinch was gone.

I tried resetting to bring her back, but it was hopeless. My shiny new baby had been murdered.

Connecting all the dots in my head, I realized the reason I'd failed every encounter was because of ★Star★.

My grief and fear quickly turned into outrage. I couldn't believe she'd done this to me. She'd made me suffer hunt after hunt, just to take every shiny away from me.

This was the source of my games acting strange, and I knew there was only one way to correct it.

Feeling rash, I rushed over to the PC and hovered over the "Release" option for a few minutes.

"★Star★ was released."

It hurt to let her go, but I didn't want my game behaving strangely with her around.

"★Star★ came back!"

"★Star★ will never leave you."

But she refused.

Resorting to desperate measures, I did the only other thing I could think of.

I traded the stubborn Marowak over to my nearly empty White version that I never got around to playing, and deleted the save file.

"Deleting all saved data... Don’t turn off the power."

"★Star★ will n"

Sayonara, ★Star★.

After deleting the save file, I thought things would start working like they should. Sometimes, I'd replay other Pokémon games just for the fun of it, hoping I'd find other shiny Pokémon with ★Star★ gone.

Almost comically, I somehow thought it would be a good idea to go full circle and try hunting on HeartGold for a shiny starter. I had heard from other shiny hunters that it was an easy hunt, and it was, only taking a few days.

I affectionately named him "Chico."

My first step into the tall grass, and...

"★Star★ is green with envy!"

I had never been so unhappy to see a shiny.

I guess she's been out in the wild all these months. And looking at her sprite, I can only wonder what she's been up to. I wonder how she feels to see me again?

Oh, no.

“Can’t escape!”

"★Star★ used Bonemerang!"

"Chico fainted!"

Of course, Chico was no match.

The game froze after I blacked out.

I figure it was because ★Star★ killed my only Pokémon.

"The save file is corrupted. The previous save file will be loaded."

My save file, corrupted with the loss of my starter's data, brought me back right to this spot that I was all too familiar with. Through frustrated tears, I begrudgingly went to pick a normal starter so I could play the game normally.

“I dare you to love again.”

And I’ve never found a shiny since.

#Pokepasta #Pokemon Creepypasta #Marowak #My Shining Star

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theguardiandragon1 · 3 years

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Fencing into the Heart

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Breathe in. Breathe out. Deep breaths.

Akko exhaled as she steeled herself. This was it. The final moment. She held her fencing sword straight as she looked at her opponent. Diana Cavendish. One of the most world renowned fencers in the tournament and the one Akko needed to beat to win the championship and gain her school’s favor. She was so close, she could taste that trophy. She looked over her shoulder to see her friends in the stands cheering loudly at Akko to do well. She looked over at her opponent and felt her own throat tighten.

Must be the nerves.

It was the first time she had even seen Diana without her mask. She watched videos on her to get an idea on who she was facing but never once did they ever show her face. The video cut out once the fight was over. She was gorgeous if Akko was going to say. An angular face that could almost have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Did she say that out loud? Her beautiful platinum blonde hair, accented nicely with green highlights was tied up into a bun on her head as she chugged water. Akko swallowed her own saliva to quench her dried up throat. That didn’t work. Piercing blue eyes quickly made eye contact with hers, observing like she was prey to the most powerful predator in the world. Akko felt her face heat up.

Just the heat from my previous events. But, she is a gift from the gods. They weren’t kidding. Diana is beautiful. Strikingly beautiful. That has to be her tactic. To distract her opponents.

“Miss Kagari.”

Akko jumped up, nearly out of her suit. Her coach, Ursula, stood next to her.

“Akko, are you okay?”

“Yes. I am fine. I’m better then fine. I’ve got this. Cavendish is going down.” She made a motion of pointing her thumb down.

“Good luck. You are up next.”

Akko nodded before slipping her fencing helmet on. She gripped her sword and walked to the mat set up for the tournament. She continued her mantra over and over again.

I’ve got this. I’ve got this. I will win for my school. I am going to be the best.

Akko smiled at that thought. This was her dream. A dream stemmed from watching Chariot Du Nord fence during the Summer Olympics of 2008. A true showmanship. But her name had been raked through the mud due to rumors of steroid usage and cheating. Rumors Akko didn’t believe in at all and she was going to the Summer Olympics to prove that. But first, this tournament and then future tournaments and then training. She steady her stance as she looked at Diana. She grinned.

I’ve got this. I’ve got this. I will win.

She didn’t win. It was all over in the blink of an eye. The electric board was ringing constantly from Diana’s jabbed into her chest. The rumors were true. Diana was quick and powerful. A true site to behold. When she shook Diana’s hand, she nervously laughed.

“Sorry about the sweaty palms. It’s from...well. You know. The blade.”

“I am very well aware. Good game Miss Kagari. You played well.”

“I doubt that. I barely landed a hit.”

“You landed one. More then my other opponents had been able to. Don’t doubt yourself Miss Kagari. You are a worthy opponent. Maybe next year.”

Diana bowed before her.

“How about next week?” Akko couldn’t stop her mouth from ushering out the words. Her face lit up like Rudolph’s red nose. Diana’s face was just as red.

“Excuse me. What?”

“I’m sorry. Forget about it. Um...good game Diana. Thank you. It was an honor.”

Akko almost ran out of there with her tail in between her legs. She was so embarrassed with herself for blurting that out to Diana Cavendish of all people. She would probably think she was a dork. Akko slipped into the bathroom and splashed water onto her face. Now she was beating herself up over her stupid move.

Must be because I lost the tournament. I’m beating myself up over it. Next year. Yes. Next year.

“You said next week.” Akko jumped at the voice. She spun around to see Diana standing in the bathroom doorway with a large grin on her face.

“I was joking.”

“I doubt that. Did you mean another fencing or you mean a date?”

Akko felt her throat go parched.

“I would like to think a date but now I am not so sure,” Diana sadly shook her head.

A date? Did Diana mean she wanted to date her.

“A date?”

“Was that a question or your answer?” That stirred something in Akko.

“A date. Next week.”

Diana cracked a smile before leaning down and pecking Akko on the cheek.

“Then it is settled. Next week. Here’s my number. Text me where you would like to go.”

Akko clutched the paper in her hand as she goofily smiled. She had somehow scored a date with the famous Diana Cavendish. ——————————————————————————————————————————-

Akko’s leg bounced up and down as she sat in the restaurant. She was across from her once deemed rival and now girlfriend, Diana Cavendish. She was surprised that Diana even agreed to the first date in the first place. But now, here they were, three years later. Akko was scooping a spoon full of ice cream into her mouth. The brunette grinned stupidly as she spotted the reminds of chocolate ice cream on the corner of Diana’s mouth.

“Diana, here. You have something on the corner of your mouth.”

Akko leaned over the table to wipe the melted ice cream off with her thumb. Diana looked up at her a mixture of shock and happiness. It made Akko’s heart flutter. This woman was hers and she loved her with all her heart.

“Marry me.” Diana blurted out.

“What?!” Akko almost reared back in shock.

Diana fumbled with her purse. She pulled a velvet case out and fumbled to open it to show a diamond ring.

“Akko, marry me. I’ve been in love with you since we meet. Even before then. I watched your videos before we were set to fence that day. You were wonderful to watch and I could feel my heart beat for you. It beats for you now and it will beat continuously for you forever. Please. Marry me. I want to watch you train everyday now and forever. We will reach the Olympics together. I love you.”

Akko felt the tears stream down her face. Diana was crying as well.

“I love you too Diana. Yes. Yes. I will marry you.”

Akko collapsed into Diana’s arms as hugged tightly. —————————————————————————————————————

Breath in. Breath out. She had this.

Akko smiled as she glanced up. The crowd cheered as the famous Olympic torch was passed. She had worked hard to get here and it finally showed. She felt a hand land on her shoulder. She looked over to her wife, beautiful platinum locks was illuminated by the stadium lights. Diana gripped her shoulder tighter.

“You did it love. Welcome to the Olympics.” Diana leaned down to kiss her wife on the lips.

“I had some pretty amazing help to get here.”

“Now, let’s see which one of us gets the most gold.”

“You are on.”

Akko punched Diana in the shoulder who laughed out loud.

In the end, they both tied in the number of gold medals but that didn’t matter. They had what they wanted. A dream they both achieved together and the hearts of the other. Akko deemed herself pretty lucky to have someone like Diana Cavendish as both her rival and her wife in the same breath. She know they both wouldn’t have it any other way. Diana leaned down to kiss her fully on the lips. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

@shintorikhazumi

A birthday fic for a dear friend. Happy Birthday Khaz.

#diakko #little witch academia #akko kagari #diana cavendish #diana x akko #lwa #dianakko

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drawlfoy · 3 years

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snake for a badger

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pairing: hufflepuff!reader x draco

request? nope this was something that i came up with myself but low key i had quite a few hufflepuff requests that i never attended to and i wanted to give the hufflepuffs some love (my longest fics have had either ravenclaw or gryffindor readers, so this is your moment y’all...if you’re a slytherin then i’ll have something coming up for you soon ;))

summary: 6th year hufflepuff y/n y/l/n doesn’t know if she be afraid of draco malfoy after her friends warn her about his potential status as a death eater...and the fact that he keeps showing up to save her isn’t helping. THIS IS A TEASER!!!! for a much longer oneshot that’s currently in progress!!

warnings: teen drinking, secondhand embarrassment, swearing

a/n: important note that THIS IS A TEASER. i honestly have no idea how the entire oneshot is going to look (even though i assume that this isn’t exactly a one shot if there’s this added onto it). i’m not even sure if this is going to be a scene--it’s just the very first thing i wrote for it, and i liked it. i feel like draco’s character in this is really tricky because i haven’t yet decided how “ooc” i want him to be. i just really liked this idea and i’ve always had the image of y/n saving draco in this particular movie scene. let me know your thoughts!

no music recs, this is just a teaser

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Her shoes dug into the back of her heels as she tried to keep up with Ginny around the corner.

“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing those...torture devices,” the red-haired witch said without adjusting her stride in the slightest. Y/N was tempted to just rip them off then and there and attend Slughorn’s party barefoot and carefree, but she knew better. It was in her best interest to try and get on the good side of the professors. Even though she had no intention of holding an office in the Ministry or becoming an Auror, she still wanted a good scroll of recommendation from her Potions professor. Especially considering his connections.

“Why don’t you just spell the back of them soft?” asked Ginny. “That’s what Parvati does. At least, I think that’s what she does. I don’t know how else she’s able to wear them with her uniform every day.”

“She doesn’t know the first thing about shoes.” Y/N winced the tip of her heel wobbled for a moment in between the cobblestones. “Once you spell a shoe soft, they’re never the same again. They’re ruined. At least, that’s what my mother has always told me--she swears by that balm stuff I keep on my nightstand.”

“Ah, Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m glad she’s not here to see me. I think she would demand that I pay with my life for my outfit today.”

Y/N managed a smile. “Hey. You know she likes you. I think so, at least.”

They rounded the corner, and this time Ginny was kind enough to steady Y/N as they made their way up the final flight of stairs. “I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the whole night, Y/N. I bet you wish you’d taken up Nott’s offer to be your date this time, huh? Now that you don’t have anyone to lean on if your feet get too tired?”

“There’s something called taking my shoes off if they hurt too much,” she responded. “And I could never regret that--I know he only did it because his mother told him to. Something about a favor for my mother after we saved her at a gala, I’m sure.”

“Also the fact that Millie would crucify you if she saw you with him.”

Y/N laughed. “That too. Imagine being a Hufflepuff who accidentally put a target on her back…”

“You’d be dead.”

“But very, very stylish. And if I died, my feet wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Ginny tutted at her. “So morbid.”

The staircase had finally turned to their stop, and before the two girls had a chance to get off, Y/N heard a voice call out for her companion.

“Ginny! Hey, Ginny!”

“Harry!”

She pulled Y/N up the last few steps and deposited her safely on the corridor platform before bounding off towards Harry and Luna at the opposite end of the hall. They must’ve come from a different direction. “I’ll catch up with you at the party, ok?”

Y/N just beamed at her friend as she closed the difference between her and Harry, pulling both him and Luna around the corner towards the music and sound of the party. If it was anyone else, she might’ve been offended, but she knew how much Harry meant to her. Even if Ginny didn’t know it yet. And Y/N would not, under any circumstance, slow her friend down because of her poor footwear choices.

She dusted her dress off before making her way further down the hall. It was slower going without the prospect of a steadying hand next to her, but it was getting easier. Maybe the balm she’d used on the leather really was softening with each step she took like it said on the box.

Before she lifted the curtain to walk into the jovial evening, a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Platinum blond hair--the type that only belonged to one person she knew.

“Malfoy?”

His head snapped up from its previous spot on his knees that were folded up on the floor. The Slytherin was obscured by the darkness and the dividing wall that had been erected in the corridor, but Y/N was completely sure of what she was seeing.

She crept closer, inwardly cringing at the sound her heels made as they clacked across the stones.

“Need anything, Y/L/N?” he drawled. Once she was close enough to see his face clearly, his expression made it clear that he was not in a good mood. Not like he ever was, though.

“Why are you...er...just sitting here?” Fuck. She sounded so ditzy.

“Enjoying my Friday night.”

“Oh...ok.” Y/N swallowed. “You were invited to Slughorn’s party?”

He shrugged.

Her mouth felt dry. Obviously, he hadn’t been invited. Slughorn was notorious for wanting to keep a squeaky clean image, and entertaining the idea of inviting a Death Eater’s son was...out of question. And he never tried in his class anymore.

She dared another look down at him and nearly squeaked when she saw him staring directly back at her. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve at least told him goodbye or goodnight, but her words completely failed her. Instead, she just stared back, completely frozen.

She couldn’t help it. Ever since last fall, she couldn’t act normal around him to save her life. Not after...that.

A cat meowed in the distance, breaking whatever was paralyzing her.

“I...I have to go. I think that’s Filch.”

He said nothing--just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was expecting something from her. She spun and walked as quickly as she could manage without breaking an ankle.

“What took you so long, Y/N?” Ginny asked the moment the curtain fell behind her, closing her back into the party. The tent that was magically set up was much more spacious than she was expecting, and the lime and peach coloring was surprisingly bright and cheery.

“I...uh…”

Her explanation was cut short by the sound of the entrance curtain being shoved aside with so much force that the nearest tables shook, the fine china clattering.

Filch stood in front of them, holding a very peeved looking Draco Malfoy by the scruff of his neck. “Found this boy loitering around outside. I don’t imagine that he’s been invited to your party here.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Professor Snape appeared to her left, his robes billowing black behind him as he made his way towards the pair.

“Ok, ok, I admit it, I wasn’t--”

“Draco! Where have you been?”

The words were out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think of the heavy, heavy regret that weighed down at her the moment they were spoken--not to mention the foreign feeling of the name “Draco” instead of Malfoy on her tongue. The tension in the room was tangible as Y/N took a few tentative steps forward. Snape whipped around to glare at her with a look that contained so much venom that it nearly stunned her.

“Miss Y/L/N? What’s going on?” Her sweet Potions professor materialized behind her. Y/N felt a twinge in her gut at what she was about to say--if she followed through, he probably wouldn’t ever give her the scroll of recommendation she wanted. “Did you invite him?”

Oh well. Here goes.

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes. He’s my...uh...date tonight.”

Ginny spun around and sent her a death glare that said oh you are so telling me about this right now.

Filch released his grip on Malfoy’s neck, shoving him forward into the crowd. Y/N met his eyes for a brief second, and the only emotion she could register was shock. And anger.

“Fine. Dumbledore will be hearing about this, though. And tell your date to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas.”

With that, the curtain fell back and Filch was gone, leaving Y/N in the throes of her own despair. Malfoy was just a few feet away from her now, standing in all his gloomy glory. And she’d just told everyone that he was her date.

The music started up again, the strings echoing around the still room. A few couples hesitantly started dancing again, and the roar of conversation slowly picked back up to where it left off. Y/N and Malfoy were the only ones not doing something...coupley.

“So,” said Malfoy. The sigh that followed was completely unreasonable. “I think you’re supposed to tell me to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas sometime soon.”

She gulped. “Yeah. That.”

He held out his hand, slow and gingerly like he was about to touch a hot stove. Y/N just gawked at it.

“We should probably dance. Or something. I don’t think you’re being a very believable date right now.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and let him pull her into the mess of couples. It felt like her mind had taken a complete vacation. What had happened? How had this night ended up this way? “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she started.

“Yeah, well, me neither.” He was practiced and comfortable as he guided her through the steps of whatever waltz was playing. Y/N never paid much attention when she was young to the dance lessons that her parents painstakingly put her through--and it was clear from how much she needed to depend on him. Her shoes didn’t help,

“Ginny is going to fucking kill me,” she said suddenly.

“You think?” he said, his tone flat. “Why’d you say I was your date? Were you that desperate for someone?”

“I…” The words died on her tongue as she tried to get them out. Malfoy spun her as she clung to the silk lapel of his suit, hanging on for dear life as her heels teetered. “You know why.”

If he had any strong thoughts on the matter, he didn’t let it show on his face. He simply let his gaze flicker down at her for a second before he dipped her. “You know, in my world we don’t really return favors. If I were you, I would stop trying to repay me. There’s no point.”

“There doesn’t need to be one. I just…”

“Just worry about yourself, okay? I don’t need you to be stirring up your own drama with fruitless attempts to pay me back. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“I’m not doubting how capable you are! I’m just being a fair person!”

“Nothing about any of this is fair,” he snipped. “It doesn’t matter what you do. You’re not going to set anything right. You should know better, anyways. You shouldn’t be trying to help me. I’m surprised Potter isn’t teaching you this.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot while the song slowly creaked to the end. “Malfoy--”

“I’m going to get us drinks.” He dropped her hand and was gone before another word could leave her lips.

It took Ginny no more than a minute to have her friend cornered in a quiet spot of the tent, her eyes glittering. “When were you going to tell me that you were going to ask Malfoy to be your date?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N told her. She decided that she might as well be truthful. “I just felt bad for him. Snape seemed like he was in a bad mood, and I don’t want to put him through that. I don’t want to put anyone through that.”

“Ugh, you are such a Hufflepuff,” her friend groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re kind to a fault sometimes, you know.”

“What’s the harm, Gin?” asked Y/N. “He can’t hurt me. He’s not all that bad. He’s just a prat sometimes.”

“Can’t hurt you--oh, dear.” Ginny let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair, messing up the pinned portions. Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the sight. “Hasn’t Harry told you? You need to stay away from Malfoy. He’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” increduled Y/N. “No way. He’s all bark, no bite. The worst thing he’s going to do is tell me that Hufflepuffs are stupid or something.”

“Y/N.” The intensity of Ginny’s voice made her snap to attention. “You really don’t know, do you? I can’t tell you now. But I’m sure Harry will later. Just...promise me you won’t let him get you alone? Ok? And please don’t do any other favors for him. You’ll understand later.”

They both turned at the sound of a male clearing his throat. Malfoy stood, uncomfortable and broody, carrying two goblets. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, not at all!” said Ginny, weirdly cheery. She leaned in, feigning to kiss Y/N’s cheek goodbye, but instead she whispered, “Don’t drink that.” And then she was gone.

“Trouble in paradise with Weaselette?” he asked.

She took the goblet and faked taking a sip. “Er, no. Why do you ask?”

“You look awfully pale, my dear.”

“It’s just the draft,” she told him, but in truth she knew that her face was suddenly flaming red again.

“Hm.” He, on the contrary, took a real, genuine sip out of his goblet. “Want to sit down somewhere? I’m thinking I probably going to want to get out of here soon.”

“To each their own,” responded Y/N. She was slowly becoming warier after Ginny’s speech. There’s no way he would...no...not after what he did for her. “I’m staying around until I get Slughorn to talk to me, personally. I want him to really like me.”

“That old bat? I’m sure he already likes you, if he’s inviting you here and all.”

“I don’t think he likes me, per se. I think he just likes who my family rubs elbows with.”

A rare smile stretched across Malfoy’s face, but it didn’t seem sweet. “Ah, I remember your family now. If I recall correctly, your mother used to come do fittings for my mother?”

“Um, yeah. I believe so.” Y/N attempted to smile back, but something in her felt...off. What didn’t she know about Malfoy? Was he actually capable of hurting her? Did he want to hurt her?

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Malfoy said after a few beats of silence. “Unless you’d like to join my thrilling pursuits with breaking curfew in restricted areas, I’d better be off.”

“Malfoy…” Y/N started. She had no idea what else to tell him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, sending her another one of those sly smiles that made her stomach turn. “Enjoy the rest of your night, alright?”

She made a sorry attempt to smile back. He kept looking down at her, so intently that it made her uncomfortable. He was thinking--about what, she couldn’t determine. But clearly it was something, and the gears were turning.

“May I suggest something?” His eyes glinted in the dim party lighting. Malfoy seemed to take her silence and wide-eyed stare as a yes, leaning in closer so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to spring away.

“You’re supposed to swallow when you fake drinking something.”

He plucked the goblet out of her hand and took a sip, raising an eyebrow at her as if to say see?

Even long after he was gone, she could still feel his hot breath on her neck and hear the way his whispered voice sounded in her ear.

final a/n: hehe here i am 1 minute late!! probably later once i get all my links set up/copy paste all my tags but here it is! this is a TEASER! so remember that! i hope to get the real oneshot out sometime after i get wonders of ohio p 10 out. let me know if this is something you guys want to read/if you like this version of draco. i rlly want to write a flirtier draco because i think we could all use that right now

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfic #draco malfoy fanfic #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco #draco malfoy

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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⛓️Taken⛓️

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; Hey can I request a wei beifong x metal bender!reader were when they are fighting the red Lotus she gets captured and tortured? He goes crazy trying to find her and when they do she is badly hurt. I just want some angst with fluff at the end.

A/N; oh hell yeah. this is ANGST at it’s finest, we love a man in uniform to kick some fucking ass, also in this oneshot we are going to pretend they stayed in zaofu for like two months ^^ rock and roll buckroo

Pairing; Wei Beifong x Fem Metalbender!Reader

Warnings; Kiddnaping, torture, angst, descirption of wounds, cursing

Honestly, everything seemed okay at the time. You were apart of Team Avatar, just growing up as a kid on the streets you found Bolin and Mako, and they decided to take care of you. Birds of a feather stick together. Because you were apart of Team Avatar you got to travel with them to find the rest of the new airbenders. Asumi appreciated having a metalbender on a metal airship. Like, if there’s a dent you’ll bend it out ya know?

Being a metalbender meant you are also an earthbender, you never really liked bending rocks and stuff, plus you could manipulate metal into whatever you imagine. Knives, swords, bracelets, literally anything. When you arrived at Zoafu, you were amazed by how everyone manipulated the metal. A boy had caught your eye, his name was Wei Beifong. He was a twin to a brother named Wing, both the youngest of the family. That was amazing to you, being the youngest one of this entire group.

You both had a lot in common, shared the same sense of humor and competitiveness. You clicked immediately. Fell in love even, he was the flirt that always made you blush. “You look amazing today.” “Green is a great color on you.” “Wow, do you just metalbend? Because something else his bending up.” You always got flustered and stopped what you were doing. If you were bending while he said any of that? It stops immediately and the metal crashes to the ground.

Wei finally asked you out, and you became his girlfriend. You were so fucking happy and so was he. The relationship was amazing, everything was so pure and loving, practicing bending together, cuddles, power naps. Everything with him made you happy. Everyone was so happy for you, Mako and Bolin has never ever seen you that happy. Your smile was simply beautiful and everyone noticed. Korra, your close gal pal noticed more, happy about it.

Everything changed when the Red Lotus attacked.

Korra was being abducted by them, and because you shared a room with the young Avatar, they took you as well. Knocked you out by hitting your head since they didn’t have another tranquilizer. Your head was bleeding from the force of the blow to your head, leaving a small droplet trail of blood. Pabu woke Mako and Bolin up, both waking up to fight and hopefully save both of you.

They all tried their best, Wei fought with his aunt and mother to let him go down to save you but being a mother, Suyin refused. They weren’t able to get you, they were fast but Ming-Hua was faster, basically encapsulating your body in water. Bubbles of oxygen rose up to the top, everyone watched in horror as the last bubble rose from your mouth and nose.

The Red Lotus immediately took you to the hideout that would eventually hold Korra. You woke up to a burning sensation in your chest, you rolled over and started to vomit up water mixed with the last thing you ate. Your head was pounding as you finally regained your vision that was blurry. Your clothing wasn’t the same as what you had on when you went to sleep the other night. More like rags.

“Don’t bother trying to bend.” A man’s voice said, causing you to flinch and turn towards the voice. A man with tanned skin, broad shoulders, long black hair, and a small and thin mustache. You didn’t recognize this man so your face of confusion caused him to sigh. “I am Ghazan.” Okay, that name rang a bell. You heard of him from adults while growing up, he’s an earthbending master with the unique ability to lavabend. Metalbending was already a substyle of earthbending, but he was the only one you have ever heard of that could lavabend. Even growing up you thought it was a myth.

He also was a criminal, everything was making sense now. You tried to stand up but your chains and registrants only jiggled. “Yuh-You don’t know who I-I am.” You state, fear overtaking your body as if you could sense his power, and that fucking scared you. “You don’t think an earthbending master can’t tell one of their own?” Your eyes widened in which Ghazan just smirked and chuckled softly. “I didn’t know which type but, your face confirmed that suspension.” “Bastard.” You mumbled under your breath earning a slap to the face. “Watch your tone. You are not in control here.”

Your eyes watered from the hit, your left cheek started to sting from that slap. You tried to bend the chains away to no avail. “Yeah keep trying, you can’t bend platinum.” Ghazan taunted and backed up to the doorway. That’s when you realized you were in a wooden cage, suspending above the ground. You started to panic. “What do you want with me?! I’m not important.” You yell, thinking that they could let you go, they obviously wouldn’t.

“We’ve been doing our best.” Kuvira said to Wei Beifong, who had been worried sick for you for two weeks now. “Well try HARDER.” He hissed and stormed off. “Wei…” Wing sighed and ran after his brother. “Listen, we all care about her and we are looking for her but there’s only so much we can do.” Wing explained to his brother that was now fuming with hatred and anger. “You didn’t care for Y/n the same way I did! You don’t understand how I fell! The person I love his captured and possibly being tortured-” His voice cracked as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. “I don’t even want to think about it.” He sniffled and quickly wiped his eyes before turning down the hall.

Your screams were deafening, this was mostly because Ghazan was burning you with lava, Ming-Hua delicately stabbing your sides with ice spikes, and Zaheer suffocating you then letting you slip unconscious. You felt so weak, like you were on the verge of death but they wouldn’t let you die. That was the worst punishment for you. You just wanted to die or see your friends and boyfriend again. Blood trickled down your leg as you blinked back tears from the spike stabbing your left thigh. Your throat was raw from screaming, so you didn’t even bother with it. Why scream? It’s been clear for weeks that no one was coming to your aid.

To your understanding, it has been five weeks since they originally brought you here. Yes, you were fed, dressed, cleaned, and you had been given water, but doesn’t mean the torture ever stopped. Each passing week they took their frustrations out on you, until you heard other’s come, murmurs of them being Airbenders. ‘Opal, oh my god Opal is with the airbenders.’

“Opal! Jinora! Ikki!” You scream, your voice cracking and raw, that’s when you saw then, under your cage. Oh no, these bastards took children? You weren’t anywhere close to the ground so you couldn’t even help them, shit. “Y/n? Oh my spirits you’re okay!” Opal said happily and looked up at you. “Wei? Is-Is he okay?” You whisper weakly and grip the wooden planks with your bloody and bruised body. “He’s worried, hopefully they’ll be here soon…”

It was easy, Korra is going to let the airbenders go and then they would reveal your location. Wei was nervously waiting along with the rest of the Zaofu soldiers, shaking from the anticipation and worry for his girlfriend. “She better be alive.” He mumbled under his breath as they waited on the side of the cliff, remembering the moment he found out you were taken.

Wei’s face fell when Bolin told him what had happened to you, his girlfriend, HIS Y/n. “What?” He snapped, his voice and expression going dark with murderous like intent. “Wei calm down-” Wing started, “Don’t FUCKING tell me what to do.” Wei snapped at his brother and whipped back around to Bolin. “So you’re telling me, you had her, you had them knocked out, and YET you didn’t fucking grab her? You had her in your sights and you didn’t do shit? Ha...haha.” He started to laugh a ran a shaky hand through his hair as tears started to flow down. “She’s gone...and it’s all of YOUR fault.” Wei made the ground beneath him bend into a crater as his emotions got stronger at the loss. He shoved Bolin back and stormed off, leaving a trail of tears behind.

Wei Beifong was shattered at the loss of his first love. He never gave up hope on finding her, he made SURE everyone was looking for you. No stone was left unturned when searching for you. He was so hurt by this, he swore that the Red Lotus would be fucking obliterated for laying a finger on his Y/n.

Your vision blurred when seeing a familiar tanned skinned girl in blue, but your ears worked. “Strap the Avatar to the platinum chains, and let that earthbender down, she’s too weak to even hold her head up. Bring her to where the Avatar will be held.” The familiar voice spoke, Zaheer. Fuck sake, you were gonna die. You let out a bitter chuckle as you were dragged out of the cell by Ming-Hua and her waterbending. “You’re going to try and kill the Avatar yeah? Good luck, she’s a tough nut to crack. I doubt you’ll be able to do it.”

Taunting earned you a firm slap to the face which made your vision get spotty and blurry for a second while your head spun. “Do you really want your last word to be bitter and taunting?” Ming asked with snark in her tone. “How’d you know? Really, I’ve been begging for the past three weeks now, thank you for finally taking that request.” You said faintly and breathlessly as you felt yourself loose consciousness. “Fuh...Fuck you...you…” You whisper as you tried to fight the sleep. ‘Damn, I really failed again huh? This shit sucks.’

Your ears rang as your eyes fluttered open, you heard movement, the earth under you was moving, you felt every vibration, you heard whooshes of fire, and a voice. Bolin? Mako? “...Y/n?! Y/n!” The familiar voice of Bolin called out to you. You coughed and looked around, moving your head. “Bo...lin?” You were weak, your voice showed that. “We have to go.” Mako said as he ran over to you, the entire cave seemed to shake. “If I’m going down, SO ARE YOU!” Ghazan yelled as boulders crashed down. The firebender scooped you up in his arms as he ran, Bolin following close behind. “Don’t drop her!” “I am not going to drop her! She weighs like nothing Bolin!” You laughed softly at their sibling bickering.

“Tha...Thank you...Mako.” You whisper weakly, cupping his cheek. “Y/n save your energy.” Mako said, all big brother like because that’s our beloved mako. You squinted when you got outside. “Y/N?!” Wei’s voice snapped you toward the boy. He rushed over and took you from Mako’s arms. “What...what did they do to you?”

Your legs were covered in burns, gashes, bruises, your collarbone had semi-deep cuts, bruises around your neck, black eye, busted lip, bleeding nose. There wasn’t one place that wasn’t injured. Your hands seemed to be the worst. Your fingertips seemed like they were shaved down, your nails ripped out, and your knuckles bloody and bruised.

“That doesn’t matter…” You whisper, tears running down your cheeks. “You came for me?” Your voice was soft, almost in disbelief. “Y/n, I never stopped looking.” Wei whispered back and took your hand, kissing your bloody knuckles. “Your safe now.” He said calmly as he noticed you shaking and trembling. Six weeks, that’s how long you were there. Finally, you were safe.

✨Epilogue✨

After a year of healing, you were finally able to do everything you did before you were kidnapped. When you were found, you had brain trauma from the constant suffocating and you had some nerve damage. You recovered, not fully but enough to be able to nothing for yourself, you regained your comfortability to bend again! Wei was with you every step of the way. He did his best to help you and honestly? That was enough for you. You had grown closer with his family as well, them being your family too now. I mean, you were obviously going to marry Wei so everyone accepted it.

You fought along side them when Kuvira was being like, a major bitch, and Toph had taken a liking to you! After everything happened, a few years later once Wei and you turned 20 you finally had a wedding. Everyone was so happy, Bolin was your maid of honor because he apparently called dibs. You looked simply beautiful and Wei started crying because after everything, he’s just happy to have you, safe and sound.

#legend of korra #legend of korra x reader #wei beifong #wei beifong x reader #angst #fluff #legend of korra angst #red lotus #zaheer #ghazan #ming-hua

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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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Crossing Worlds

This all started because of this

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Damian Wayne, age 18, son of Bruce Wayne the Batman. Was surprisingly walking aimlessly through the manor. He knew his father was in his study, Tim was in the cave, Jason, Dick, and Alfred were somewhere but that didn't matter to him. It was a rare moment where the manor was quiet, but his mind was anything but.

He found himself in one of the music rooms.

He went over to a blue and silver Stratocaster, what looked like two small earring hoops were pushed through the strap, the blue metal with each having three onyx bats shown against the matte strap. He plugged it in and begin to strum, after a while a melody was in his mind and he followed the song in his head. He was vaguely aware of his family coming in during the song, but he continued, his mind solely focused on the music.

"Wow I didn't know you could play Baby Bird" Grayson complemented after he had finished.

"Tt. I am proficient at many instruments" he responded calmly.

"Okay Demon Spawn is good at guitar" Todd started "Do you know any Jagged Stone songs?"

"Who?" he asked confused, this was apparently the wrong thing to say.

"What!!!" all three of his brothers shouted simultaneously.

It was Todd that spoke up again "We are totally listening to his albums now" Todd pushed and guided Damian to the game room and placed a CD into the player, tossing the album case to him. After a three full albums Damian spoke again "I've never heard any of those but they were good I suppose" again that was the wrong thing to say.

As all three yelled "What" again.

"How hard did Croc hit you yesterday?" Drake asked.

What I had a run in with Ivy. And that was just to help her find Harley.

He must have shown his confusion because his brothers were about to descend on him but then all of them heard a crash. That sent everyone into alert. Within a moment Damian took point his katana in his hands, Drake and Grayson behind him, and Todd brought up the rear a glock in each hand.

They heard a high pitched chirping from the music room, so it was as good a place to start as any. They opened the door to see a...is that a bat. The bat must have noticed them because they were now facing them just floating there.

"Wait why are you floating not flapping your wings?" Damian didn't realize he spoke aloud but he didn't expect it to answer back.

"I don't need to" it answered gruffly.

"It can talk. Why can it talk?" Grayson shrieked behind him.

"First off it has a name and it's Damon" the little bat, Damon, crossed it’s wings "and second I am a Kwami."

"And what is a Kwami?" Drake asked.

"Simply put Kwami are pocket sized gods bound to miraculous or jewelry." Damon explained "I am the Kwami of space, sorry for pulling you with me pup." By now the little god was floating in front of Damian.

That was when he realized he was talking to him. "What do you mean?" he asked and held out his hand and the Kwami hung upside down from his fingers.

"Essentially my miraculous was lost in space and ended up in your world. You unconsciously activated my miraculous which allowed me to come home but you were pulled into it with me." he explained.

"So this isn't Demon Spawn" Todd spoke the question on everyone’s mind.

"No. He is saying this Damian is from an alternate universe" Drake explained "its the multiverse theory."

"Exactly but unless you want to go back there are no consequences"

"There is always an effect with magic though." Grayson added intelligently.

"That is true for magic wielded by mortals" he answered "but I am not. My powers in this form are unlimited and volatile but not without balance. You pup exist in both so it has no consequence."

"Would this affect my memories?" Damian asked the god.

"Yes and no. Major events of an individuals past and character traits tend to stay the same. Smaller and more trivial events may be different" Damon explains. By this time Pennyworth and Father have been caught up and were listening. "More likely there are people added into this world who did not exist in yours."

"That would explain why you never heard of Jagged when we are always blasting his songs" Todd grumbled.

That was when an alarm sounded from Drake's phone.

"Speaking of which Jagged's concert is in two days and our flight to Paris is scheduled to leave in three hours." Drake informs us all.

"Shit" Todd yells as he runs out at the room.

"I'll bring the car around." Pennyworth spoke to no one in particular. Drake and Grayson followed him out. Leaving Damian, Damon, and Bruce in the room.

"Father" Damian didn't get to say any more before he was stopped.

"Yes" he answered.

"What? I'm confused. Father"

"Damon you may stay with Damian" he answered "Alfred explained a bit more about the miraculous and spoke fondly of one Duusu."

"So he was a past bird" Damon hummed "that would explain the trace magic on him." His father left and Damian was about to leave when Damon floated in his face "You might want to put on the earrings pup."

"Alright. Wait earrings does that mean" he couldn't help the shock in his voice.

"You need to get your ears pierced" Damon smirked, "seems so."

How can something so cute look so smug at his displeasure.

He could either do it in Paris or here in Gotham. You know what, why prolong the anticipation. So he went to find Todd. Granted he would never have willingly sought him out. But for this he trusted his brother's judgement. Surprisingly Todd didn't make a big deal of it. A quick shout to Pennyworth and they were out of the manor. Within 15 minutes they were in front of a Tattoo Parlor.

"Tt. I said I wanted a piercing, Todd, not a tattoo."

"I remember Demon spawn. You got the earrings."

Damian nodded and they went in. The whole process took about 20 minutes and was relatively painless. He got a double cartilage piercing on his right ear. He was given instructions for care and cleaning and a warning it would be sore for a while.

All in all, Todd isn't always an asshole and gave him some suggestions. Mainly that since he had wanted the cartilage pierced to only do one ear so he could sleep on the other until it is healed.

Back at the manor his bags were already packed. Whether it was Pennyworth or him from this world he didn't know but was grateful. Damon had taken to sleeping and hiding in his jacket pocket.

The airport and flight was uneventful. But it wasn't until they exited the airport when they noticed something was wrong. Well that wasn't hard when there was a giant baby on a rampage. Two figures one in red and one in black made quick work of the giant. A swarm of pink fixed the damage and were gone. Damian looked towards his father and brothers whose expressions mimicked his own shock.

He felt his phone vibrate, signaling a message. He was going to ignore it when he felt Damon poke him.

The message read :

Something is wrong, there are miraculous active.

Once in the hotel Drake went through the records from Paris while father went through the JL system. Damon had taken his phone and seemed to be writing, when he was done he flew over dropped his phone and shot him a smirk but his eyes were calculated.

"Damon" he called but the Kwami gone with only a salute and phased out of the room, so he opened the phone

If I'm not back in an hour get in uniform with the Big Bat and go to the inner floor of the Eiffel tower. I'm going to find the guardian to get a meeting with the heroes. To transform say or mumble 'Damon, Night Terror, to de-transform say 'Day Break' . Your weapons include dual swords and a grappling hook. Your powers allow you to open small pocket dimensions but in battle you can create shadows of yourself and whoever you want. Shadows are corporeal for about five minutes or until they receive enough damage to use it say, 'Shadow Runner'

Delete this.

Damian sighed, erased what was on the unsaved document and closed the application. He went back into the main room to see his Father in a meeting with Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, and Green Lanterns (Bravo and Foxtrot).

"We need to find out how we can help" Bravo, Hal Jordon, commented.

"All we know is that the miraculous are in play" Batman responded.

"Do we know which ones" Wonder Woman commented.

"Right now no."

"So asking for those of us who don't know, what is a miraculous?" Foxtrot, Jessica Cruz, asked.

"Essentially jewelry, like the lantern rings, but are powered by pocket sized gods"

"Heroes are called Ladybug and Chat Noir" Drake supplied from the other side of the room.

"The Ladybug and Black Cat then. Do we know who they are fighting?" Wonder Woman asked.

At that point in the conversation Damian noticed there was 30 minutes until the meet up so he went to get dressed in his Robin uniform.

"Honestly Bats if you don't like outside heroes in your city. How would they react to outside heroes who have never heard of them?" the Flash made a valid point.

Batman hummed and was going to speak, but Damian beat him.

"Then it is a good thing that Father and I are meeting the heroes in 15 minutes.” By now Damian was standing behind his father in full view of the league members. Everyone stared at him, he was pretty sure Superman was going to say something about his piercing. As the boy scout was pointing to Damian's right where two hammered platinum earrings were.

"Then we will give a report later then." his father signed off and turned to him expectantly.

"Damon" was his response.

'sigh' "Alright lets go."

The two of them slipped out of the hotel and made it to the Eiffel Tower unnoticed. They waited a few minutes until they heard what sounded like a grapple wire and a thump they couldn't place. Two teens no older than him were in front of them. The thump must have come from the baton the blonde boy dressed as a cat in leather was holding. The girl was in a red spotted spandex suit with hair so dark it shone blue.

"Pup" he heard Damon shout before flying over and hanging upside down from his bracer.

"Tt. At least you left a note before zipping off." Robin scolded the kwami.

"Yes and it worked out."

"You didn't know where to start did you?"

"No, but..."

"It worked"

"Exactly"

That was when they noticed the two Parisians laughing and giggling respectively. A small smile, not smirk Damian can tell the difference, played an Batman's lips.

"So Monsieur Robin, you are the pup this one spoke of" Ladybug finally pushed past the giggles.

"Tt. you didn't introduce your self" he scolded yet again.

"Nope" Damon smirked popping the 'P' "that's why I have you pup." he flew up and landed on his head laying down.

"Tt. This" Robin pointed to the crown of his head "is Damon, Kwami of space" said Kwami lifted a paw and dropped it again.

"Why come and offer help now when you hadn't responded to our pleas before." Chat Noir seemed to bite out.

"Damon noticed the miraculous were active so we dug into it." Robin shrugged.

"Because a kwami tells you you believe it, when we have been asking the Justice league for help these past five years." Ladybug tried to remain calm, but there was a hard edge to her voice.

"The aren't any records for Paris from the past five years" Batman stated.

"What!" both Parisians yelled.

A chuckle escaped Damon, as he floated in front of the Parisians. "Its because of you little bug."

"What! I didn't do anything" she shook her head.

"Not consciously. You subconsciously erased those videos to avoid an akuma that was already empowered before turning. The same goes for the news outlets. You are unconsciously restricting the news of akuma to prevent already super powered threats." Damon explained.

"Oh" was spoken so softly Damian saw more than heard her say it.

"Robin why don't you transform and LB can catch Batman up on the situation while we patrol." Chat Noir attempted ease the group of the revelation Damon provided.

He looked to his father who gave him a nod. In a flash of indigo blue he transformed. A charcoal loose shirt, pants, and gloves. Black reinforced boots, vest, and greaves. The vest had a dark blue center, like the boots across the top of the foot. The greaves had a shocking blue cuff matching the blade edges of his twin swords, and the bats on both his boots and belt. A navy blue cape hung at his shoulders ending at his knees was held in place by two shoulder plates. A black mask covered the bottom half of his face, his hair turned midnight blue, and his eyes a haunting icy blue.

"What should we call you?" Ladybug asked him.

"Bat?" he answered slightly unsure.

"Maybe add a descriptor." his father stated a smirk on his face.

"Blue, no Nelly." He decided. "My name is Nelly Bat." His father nodded and Ladybug gave a wave as Chat Noir dragged him away to patrol.

This was shaping up to be an interesting world he fell into.

#maribat #dc x miraculous #dc x mlb #miraculous x dc #mlb x dc #bat!miraculous #crossing worlds au

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oops-prow-did-it-again · 3 years

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I’m back!

So, I kinda quit using this blog a while back. There are some notes about it in my old pinned post and probably on my fanfics, lol, but basically, I felt overwhelmed by fandom and everything going on irl and I crashed. I just withdrew from like, everything. I still logged in on Tumblr but I just liked things to later view them with the boyfriend or laugh at them again myself.

Honestly, it’s not that fun, just doing that, and not really that fair to people who put effort into their posts like art, music, writing, etc., or even just people who are very passionate about a subject and may want it to reach others that are the same. Because I know I’m like that!

But anyway, this is going to be my new pinned post. So! (More under the cut, please keep reading!)

About Me

You can call me Prowess, I’m a FtM transmasc (he/him please)! I use this space to elevate my personal works, such as art or writing, while also occasionally posting about topics I am passionate about. I realized I was trans in 2020 at the age of 19 years old, in the midst of a pandemic and college fallout, so as you can imagine, I’m still riding the rollercoaster of emotions that come with that. I’m also ADHD... so expect some posts about those sort of things.

But that is hardly the focus! I am big on art and writing. While I am mostly obsessed with Pokemon, I am a lover of stories, and so generally, I love most fiction, even the really bad stuff. Along with my Pokemon stuff, you can expect posts involving ARK: Survival Evolved, The Tales of Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir, animated movies (Luca, Toy Story, Spirit - you name it, I probably love it), and plenty of other stuff.

While I have too many older posts to go through and try to sort out the unclean tags, going forward, I am going to use these sort of tags: subject (whatever the post is about, for example, Pokemon), characters depicted, media (whether it’s art, writing, animation, or a mix), and any warnings that may need to go with it (for example, cussing when stronger language is involved, or racism if racism is getting discussed, etc). Memes or one-off posts will likely be tagged with simply “memes.” While this is pretty true for most any blog, this is so you know if you need to block certain tags! For example, if you hate Miraculous Ladybug, you’d just blacklist ‘Miraculous.’

I will also reblog a lot of posts asking for help or boosting awareness. I will try not to inundate the blog with these, but as I will likely have to make a post asking for help at some point myself due to unfortunate irl circumstances, I want to pay it forward in advance. These will be tagged with simply “help needed!”

Below are some projects I’m working on + what you can expect from this blog.

Pokemon Retold

By far, my biggest project to date, is Pokemon Retold.

This is an expansive written anthology of all the pokemon mainline games as far as generation 8. Red, Heart of Gold, Omega Ruby, Platinum, Black, Black 2, Y, Ultra Sun, and Sword are all intended to get rewritten and posted on both my FanFiction.Net and Archive of Our Own accounts. I may also post some chapters here, but I admit Tumblr makes that difficult sometimes.

These stories are very personal to me, as I started writing them when I was struggling in college with undiagnosed ADHD, and felt like my life was falling apart and I was alone. I started writing a retelling of Sword, but the more I wrote, the more disappointed in it I felt, so I started writing Black instead and scrapped Sword altogether.

I’ve had some rough road since, but Black is complete, Black 2 is also complete, and Ultra Sun is (mostly) complete (but with plans to be heavily altered), while Red is underway!

WARNING: These stories can get DARK, and I would rather my readers be over 18. They are not dark with the intent to squick out or upset people, however; they are dark with the intention of exploring thoughts and ideas I find too difficult to think about directly. There are more personalized warnings at the beginnings of each story. With that out of the way, please just try and move on if you find yourself disliking a specific story or part of a story of mine... If you want to give constructive criticism, you are more than welcome, but tearing into me and my writing just because you didn’t like something helps nobody. Keep in mind I write these for fun and as a form of self-therapy throughout some of the worst years of my life.

Furthermore, I edit them a lot. And I do mean a lot. My FFN profile acts as a “changelog” for what has changed in the stories over the course of the time they’ve been posted.

Pokemon Retold posts are tagged “Retold.”

My FFN Profile

My AO3 Profile

Pokemon Retold: Black has been added to TVTropes! I honestly don’t even care that this person digs into it a couple of times, I was so incredibly flattered they took the time to do that at all. (But be warned the page does have some spoilers!) I have no idea if you enjoyed the story or not upon reading over that page, kind stranger lol, but I really appreciate that you took the time to do that nonetheless! <3

Creatively Destructive

This incredibly well-titled story is an idea I have for a retelling of Miraculous Ladybug. I know, I know - absolutely never been done before /s

While I know there has got to be a thousand retellings of this show by now, based on just how.... terrible, the writing is, I want to try anyway. Because I genuinely love the premise of the show! I’m just constantly disappointed by how it seems to never go anywhere with its plot or characters.

So, Creatively Destructive will be a fanfic, and when I have more information on it, I’ll post it under the tag “creatively destructive.”

Roleplays

Me and my boyfriend love to RP a lot. From Monster Hunter to Pokemon, we do a lot of different stories. Sometimes, I really get inspired by what we come up together and I want to share it with others! Be it quick art based on a scene from the RP or a quick rundown of what occurred in an RP, you can catch these in the ‘Prow RP’ tags.

Currently, we are having a lot of fun with an RP based on the Hoenn pokemon games that I am sure I’ll be posting about!

I may also be open to RPs with others in the future :> Don’t be offended that I’m not open to them already... I’m just a very easily overstimulated person.

The Ballad of the ARK

ARK: Survival Evolved is a lot of things. It’s an amazing concept, an open-world game where you befriend dinos and fight alongside tribemates against other tribes, or work together to survive the hostile environment. But the true tragedy of this game goes so much deeper than that, and I want to explore that in writing, starting with my story, my experience, and then graduating to where I think the issue primarily stems from.

This strange memoir will be posted under the tags of “Ballad of ARK.”

Commissions

I hope to take commissions for art and writing in the future!

However, I need to figure out the parameters of what I’m willing to draw (and what I can feasibly draw), as well as what I can promise when it comes to writing, not to mention pricing.

That’s not to say I’m not open to ideas though! Feel free to message me/send me asks anyway and we’ll see if we can work something out. :)

Although I am not in a financial disaster just yet, I feel like I am not far from one. This is why I hope to try to build on commissions in the future. I know they will never support me, but I would still like to try to be useful and helpful to some. I currently live with my grandmother, having left my abusive home with my father, and although she generously allows me to live with her for the low cost of merely helping with some electricity and my own food, I struggle to remain abovewater financially due to difficulty finding work (thanks to issues with ADHD and physical problems following a bout with COVID in early January 2021).

If you would like to help anyway, feel free to subscribe to my Patreon, or make a one-time payment via PayPal. I promise no matter what or how much it is, your generosity is greatly appreciated!! <3

My Patreon

My PayPal

My Ko-fi

(Note that my Patreon is... very outdated and needs to be updated. I will do that soon!)

#new day new me!#undeadprowess #I will be changing my url #pokemon retold #retold #pin #creatively destructive #prow rps #ballad of ark #commissions #sketch #art #rb pls! :)#pokemon #pokemon trainer brendan #brendan #pokemon trainer brix #more info on those last tags soon lol

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johannstutt413 · 3 years

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(requested by mathmaticalknight) TOURNAMENT ARC

Nearl was in her room, tending to her equipment, when there was a knock on her door. “I wonder who that might be...Maria?”

“Sister!” Blemishine wrapped her arms around Margaret’s neck and pulled her in for a close and loud hug (armor plates). “It took me forever to find someone who knew the way to your place, but you’re actually here!”

“When did you get her, Maria? I thought you and Zofia were still working out the details.”

The other Nearl simply beamed at her. “She said she’d be here soon and that I could go ahead. It’s a good thing I did, too - there are posters all over saying you’re fighting someone today. Is that true?”

“I am, yes,” she confirmed. “The Doctor organized a tourney for Operators in all positions to prove themselves, if they so desire.”

“Are you gonna go easy on them, or is the Radiant Knight going to be fighting in a new venue?” The look on Maria’s face was a blend of concern and excitement - after all, it’s not every day she got to see her sister fight.

The older Nearl thought about it for a moment before going for another hug. “My opponent is my sparring partner, and I know she will be giving this fight her all. It would be a dishonor not to do the same.”

“Then I’ll be watching you from the stands.” She sighed. “Next time I see you, though, can we hug without all this metal in the way?”

“If you’d like, you can come to dinner with me.” Margaret hadn’t had the chance to ‘properly’ introduce her to her girlfriends, after all.

Blemishine nodded. “That sounds good to me...Alright, you need to finish preparing for your fight, so I’m going to find the Doctor. I heard there’s an Engineering Department here, and I want to go talk to them before the match. Good luck!”

“Thank you, Maria.” As the shining knight left, the Radiant Knight returned to her maintenance. “Tonight, however, luck will not be a factor.”

TOURNAMENT ARC: NEARL VS HOSHIGUMA (continuing...sort of from this [I keep forgetting which ships are already established in some of this multiverse soup going on; can’t make it a direct continuation because of the first fic in that two-part series, but Tourney!RI still has a horse triumvirate nonetheless. ANYWAY.])

——–

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Operators, Staff, and Esteemed Guests! Welcome one and all to the Top Operator Tourney!!! *crowd cheers*

“Thanks, Hung! I love how consistent he is with that...Anyways, hi! You’re probably wondering why we’re here-”

“We should introduce ourselves first, Swire.”

“Good point, good point. Well, I’m Swire, aka Hoshi’s biggest fan, and here with me in the commentator’s booth is Meteor. You’re Nearl’s girlfriend, right?”

“That is why I’m here, yes. I appreciate the Doctor allowing us to do this, especially since you and I don’t talk very often. Do you have the statistics in front of you? My tablet and I are having a fight.”

“Yeah, I’ve got ‘em. *clears throat* So, looking at the numbers, my girl’s got the advantage when it comes to size, experience and stamina, but Nearl is faster, more tactical, AND she’s got some serious Arts at her disposal. Hoshi’s got an uphill battle ahead of her, I say.”

“It’s important to note that Margaret Nearl and Hoshiguma both are in the top three seeds for the Defender bracket - first and third respectively - which means regardless of the apparent discrepancy, both are incredibly skilled combatants. Accounting for the amount of time they spend dueling each other to keep their skills sharp, and I suspect this fight will be much closer than the numbers would imply.”

“I certainly hope so! No offense, but I do want Hoshi to win this - if Nearl loses, you’re still in the tourney, after all.”

“That is true...But we’ll simply have to agree to disagree.”

“Yeah. Well, let’s get to the action!...Also, why did you say her actual name rather than her codename?”

——–

Hoshiguma and Nearl walked into the coliseum, fully prepared for the fight ahead of them. The Oni took up a defensive stance, holding her shield just above the ground and planting her feet. “Well, Marge, today’s the day. Promise you’re not gonna hold back on me?”

“I swear by my honor as a knight: today, I will not stay my hand.” The Kuranta unsheathed her blade, already glowing beneath the bright lights above. “I entrust your life to the Medics of Rhodes Island. Ready?”

“It’s your time, not mine.”

A curious turn of phrase...With that, the fight was on.

Nearl’s first goal was knocking out that shield arm. Fixing amputations was something the Medics could do (at least, Aak and Warfarin could), but ideally she wouldn’t have to do that much damage. She charged forward, feinted going one direction but bounded the opposite way, and swung for her opponent’s arm, lighting up her blade as she did with a dazzling gleam-

-only for Hoshi to pull her arm towards her body, forcing the Knight to clip the shield instead and feel the sting of her opponent’s Thorns. “You’re taking this seriously. Good.”

“Of course I am.” The Kuranta had lost all her forward momentum thanks to the deflection, but that didn’t stop her from spinning around; her next attack was an attempt to knock the Oni’s shield out of the way with her own before landing a sword stroke, once again lighting it up before the attack would land. “Hyah!”

“Good try.” Rather than block the swing, Hoshiguma punched Nearl’s sword arm, taking the blade to her forearm but nevertheless crippling her opponent in the process. The counterattack sent the disarmed warrior backward and left Lungmen’s strongest with a choice: charge forward, get Hannya spinning, and go on the warpath? Stand her ground and do the same?

The Kuranta got to experience the answer firsthand as her opponent began to simultaneously spin her shield and run forward. ‘I can’t let her hit me with that attack, whatever it takes...’ Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough time to get to her feet and get out of the way. There was only one option she could see...

——–

“Alright, she’s getting to her feet; she’s not done yet, but damn Hoshi’s spinning Hannya as fast as she can.”

“Margaret, what are you doing?! Get out of the way!”

“She’s holding her shield up with both hands- wait, that light-”

“Glasses on!” *flash* “...No!”

“There’s no way she’s getting up after that...Aak and Warfarin are making their way out. Hoshi’s tossed Hannya to the side and seems to be trying to help.”

“She’s done enough.”

“Meteor, you’ve seen some of the other fights-”

“They didn’t have my Marg’ret in them...We’re done here, right?”

“Yeah, that’s all she wrote. Everyone at home, have a good night, and we should have FEater and Click back up here next time. Thanks for tuning in!...I’m gonna make sure my co-host doesn’t do something she regrets.”

——–

By the time Meteor had made it to Medical, there was a small group in the waiting room. Platinum and Blemishine were talking cordially, Swire was talking to Ptilopsis at the desk, and Hoshiguma...Hoshiguma was there, in a chair, as stoic as she’d ever seen her.

That stoicism didn’t change when the huntress walked over to her and slapped her across the face.

“Miss Meteor,” Ptilopsis observed from her post; Swire had already turned around after hearing the sound, “violence is not tolerated in the waiting room.”

“It’s alright, Tilly. I deserved it.” The Oni cracked her neck as she looked up at her attacker.

The Kuranta sat down next to her. “At least you agree.”

“I didn’t expect her to try and block me like that,” she continued with a sigh. “The flash actually made it worse for her.”

“Why did she do that? It makes no sense.”

At this point the other two Kuranta in the room walked over; Platinum immediately sat in Meteor’s lap for a chair-hug. “We got here before she did, and they rolled her past us...” There was now a silver-haired puddle in the Sniper’s lap.

“Are all the fights in this tourney like this?” Maria shuddered. “The sport is the same everywhere, I guess.”

“Well, the good news is, Nearl’s Arts were enough to stabilize herself,” Swire reported, joining the group and sitting on the opposite side of Hoshiguma, who immediately set her head on her shoulder.

The huntress, stroking her assassin-girlfriend’s hair, nodded. “Thank you, Swire. I’m sorry we’re meeting like this, Maria.”

“We’ll have a second chance at it when my sister’s back on her-” At that moment, there was the distinctive sound of armor jangling from down the hall. “Eh? One second.”

“It hasn’t been five minutes,” Hoshi muttered as everyone, including herself, stood up.

Sure enough, Blemishine walked around the corner with Nearl’s arm around her shoulder, gear beaten to shit but otherwise okay. “I’m taking her back to her room for a change of clothes, but she and the doctors both said she’s good.”

“Maggie!” Platinum practically became her jacket with that hug. “I’m so glad you’re alright! Even Hoshiguma was worried.”

“I’m not surprised. My training partner proved herself the better fighter today.” The smile the Radiant Knight sent the Oni’s way literally made her take a step back.

Meteor continued the original thread. “You’re feeling alright, though? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“The soreness will remain for a few days, but no lasting damage, certainly.” She looked down at her armor. “Not to my body, at least. Maria, could you help me fix this later this week?”

“Of course I will!” Her sister already had some thoughts on how to stop something like the Spinning Shield of Death from doing so much damage again.

The Feline in the room, glad to hear the all-clear straight from the horse’s mouth, nudged her girlfriend. “Go on, I know you want to say something.”

“I’ll talk to her later.” The Oni picked up her girlfriend. “Let’s go home.”

“Hoshi?” Nearl called out to her, and she froze.

The moneycat in her arms answered for her. “Yes, Nearl? Margaret, more specifically?”

“Either is fine.” Another warm smile. “That was a good fight. Good luck in the rest of the tournament.”

“...Thank you, Maggie. Goodnight, everyone.”

New destination: the bar.

#arknights #arknights fic #TOURNAMENT ARC!!!#nearl (arknights)#hoshiguma (arknights)#swire (arknights)#meteor (arknights)#blemishine (arknights)#platinum (arknights)#i understand why comics do reboots every now and again :D #also dunno why this took the turn it did #glad Nearl's alright tho

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jojosbizarrefanfics · 4 years

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Hmm, maybe a Beauty and the beast AU with fem! reader as Belle and Part 3 Jotaro as the Beast? This has been on my mind for a while and thought it'd really fit, I hope you like this idea too!♡♡♡

Ooh this could be interesting!! And could definitely see this with Jotaro!

Even though the Disney version didn’t come out until shortly after the events of SDC, I’m still using some references n quotes bc I loved it as a kid

When Jotaro and Kakyoin returned from their supply run, you could tell something was up by the way Jotaro was suddenly wearing gloves and hiding his face with his hat.

“What’s going on?” Joseph asked.

“We ran into an enemy Stand user,” Kakyoin explained. “An old lady asked Jotaro for help, he ignored her, so she transformed him into a beast.”

“What?” You asked. “Where is she?”

“She disappeared,” Jotaro said. He sounded the same, at least. “And she gave me this stupid rose.” He pulled the rose out of one of the bags, showing it to you. “She said if I don’t break my curse by the time the last petal falls, I’ll be stuck like this forever. And killing her won’t change the curse.”

“Like Beauty and the Beast,” Polanreff said. “I used to read that to Sherry all the time when she was a young girl!”

“The fairytale? やれやれだぜ...”

“Avdol, does this sound like any of the Stands that are connected to tarot?” You asked. Avdol shook his head. “Polnareff, you may be right.”

“So how do you break the curse?” Joseph asked.

“She said he needed to learn to love and be loved in return,” Kakyoin said.

Jotaro groaned. “There has to be another way,” he said.

“Come on up to my room,” you offered. “Let’s see if my Stand can reverse it.”

The other men looked to each other wearily, but said nothing as you brought Jotaro up to your hotel room. Jotaro was even more silent than usual, and once the door closed, you thought he might take off his hat or gloves.

“Can I see your face?” You asked.

Jotaro lifted his hat, but stayed in a darker corner of the room. You sighed as you pulled one of the chairs into a sunnier spot of the room. The sun was starting to set and it casted beautiful shades of pink and orange into the room, but long shadows with it.

“Jotaro, please step into the light.”

He finally did, revealing that he was covered in wavy black fur that matched his hair. His face had been distorted to look more like an animal’s, and he kept the gloves on.

“I’m warning you that I have no idea if this will work,” you said. “Don’t be mad at me if it doesn’t.”

You summoned your Stand, Knight of Cups. Your Stand was humanoid like Jotaro’s was, taking the form of a woman in full knight’s armor. She carried a golden goblet of water instead of a sword.

“I’m supposed to drink it, right?” Jotaro asked. “That’s how your Stand works?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Drink from the goblet and your true feelings will be revealed for the next 24 hours. It tastes different for everyone, so I can’t promise if it’ll be good or bad.”

Jotaro took a swift swig of the goblet. He scowled at the smoky and bitter flavor of the water, like old tea that had steeped too long in water that was too hot and thus was forgotten about in the kitchen.

“What’s it taste like for you?” Jotaro asked.

“Strawberries and cream,” you answered.

“Nothing’s changing,” Jotaro said.

“If the solution is to learn to love and be loved in return, like Kakyoin said, then you need to get more in touch with your emotions,” you said. “My Stand won’t magically turn you back into a human, but it’ll at least help you do that.”

“There’s no time,” Jotaro said. “We could just go after the user.”

“You said she disappeared. Maybe being honest with yourself and actually allowing yourself to feel will do you good and speed this process up.”

“Don’t tell me how to feel!” Jotaro barked. It was suddenly loud. You knew your Stand’s power was working if he was getting angry. Usually, it worked through one emotion at a time, starting with the ones on the surface and working their way to the ones buried deep in the drinker’s heart.

“I’m not telling you how to feel,” you retorted. “I’m just begging you to feel something. You said you don’t feel my Stand working, but I can tell you right now, it is. What are you angry about?”

Jotaro looked at you like you had three heads. “You know what I’m angry about.”

“Come on! You can’t control your temper if you don’t talk about it. What’s making you angry?”

Jotaro was normally not one to talk, but he found himself confiding everything in you — this must have been your Stand working it’s way through his system. He didn’t realize how tense his body was until suddenly, you were behind him and gently massaging his shoulders. He looked down and realized his hands were balled into fists.

He shrugged you off and said, “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want. I mean, look at me.”

“Before I met you guys, I didn’t really have anyone. People thought I was odd,” you confessed. “So I know how it feels to be different and how lonely that can be.”

Jotaro seemed to relax at that and continued sharing his troubles while you worked out the kinks in his neck and shoulders. You never shuddered at his fur, he noticed.

His anger passed in a few hours. The sun had long since set, and he was now pacing the room. This was Jotaro like you had never seen.

“Are you anxious?” You asked him. He was usually so straight-faced and collected that it was hard to read him. His eternal-poker face was what allowed for him to have the upper hand in so many battles, but you could tell from how strongly he was responding to your Stand that it was taking a toll on his mental health.

Jotaro nodded. “My mother.”

You patted the space next to you on the bed. “Come on. Do you wanna talk about it?”

He accepted your invitation to join you on the bed, but not to talk about it. He shook his head and sighed as he processed internally. After a few moments in silence, Jotaro reached for your hand and was glad when you didn’t retreat.

He fell asleep on your bed and was disappointed to wake up still a beast. The rose lost a few petals and was starting to look pretty sad. He looked around and remembered he was in your hotel room, not his own, and you were nowhere to be found. There was simply a message on the bedside table you scribbled into the notepad that most hotel rooms included. You were with Kakyoin in case he saw and could identify the Stand user from yesterday out in the market, but would be back shortly.

Jotaro felt another emotion he didn’t normally feel when he read Kakyoin’s name — jealousy. He was interrupted, however, by a knocking on the door. It was Avdol, Polnareff, and his grandfather.

“Oh, Jotaro. Still stuck like this?” Joseph asked. “Any luck?”

“(YN) had me drink from her Stand,” he explained. “It’s been... interesting.”

“Do you feel love?” Avdol asked. “That was the trick, right?”

Jotaro was silent for a moment and he found his eyes traveling back to the notepad. His thoughts remained on you.

“Jotaro?” Joseph piped in.

“How do I tell her that I love her?” Jotaro asked.

“(YN)?” Avdol confirmed.

Jotaro nodded. “She probably wouldn’t believe me.”

“Ah, my friend!” Polnareff said excitedly. “There’s the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep—”

Jotaro cut him off. “やれやれだぜ... I’m serious.” He turned to his grandfather. “How did you tell Grandma Suzi?”

“Oh, well, she was helping me recover when I nearly died,” Joseph said. Their conversation was cut short, however, when you returned with Kakyoin.

“Jotaro!” You exclaimed. “How are you feeling?”

“We’ll leave you two,” Polnareff said, urgently ushering everybody out.

“What’s their deal?” You asked.

“There aren’t many petals left,” Jotaro said. You looked to the rose and saw he was right. It was halfway wilted now.

“Do you need more water from Knight of Cups?” You offered.

Jotaro got an idea. “Yeah,” he said. “I think so.”

You brought the Knight of Cups out, and right before Jotaro could drink from the goblet, Star Platinum grabbed it and offered it to you.

“Jotaro?”

“Please,” he said. “Entertain me.”

You shook your head. “No. Jotaro, I don’t need it to know how I feel about you,” you said. His eyes widened. “That’s why you want me to drink it, right? Listen, you may come across as cold and stubborn to some, but I understand where it comes from. And I’ve enjoyed you opening up to me, if we’re being completely honest.”

“I love you,” he blurted. “This isn’t like me.”

You smiled. “Knight of Cups will do that to even the best of them,” you said. You grabbed his hand. “I love you too, Jotaro. I always have.”

At your words, the fur began to transform back into his skin. His face started to shift and he grimaced - it must have been a painful transformation - as he returned back to normal. You could feel the shape of his hand return back to his usual self in your own, and after a few minutes, he was his normal self. His black hair was now just a mess of waves on the top of his head.

“I told you so,” you said with a victiorious smirk.

“やれやれnだぜ. Come here.” At that, Jotaro pulled his gloves off, brought your bodies together and kissed you. You were sure that by sunset he’d be back to his usual stoic self, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t going to enjoy every minute until then in the meantime.

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