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foxcort · 7 months

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"Think of me what you will, but do not think of me as my father's son." Rage burned in his chest. "There are limits to my depravities, and lows even I would not sink to."

written for day 1: brotherhood/family of @erisweek2023. 🧡🔥 / a look into eris' pov if he had been the one to save lucien by delivering him to the spring court after jesminda's execution. / (AO3)

a/n: this little au has been on my mind ever since it became canon that eris played a part in lucien's escape to spring by alerting tamlin. i know in canon lucien runs away from the autumn court on his own, but I always imagined that would probably be very difficult without some kind of help! so, i thought, why not kick it up a notch?

tw: domestic abuse mention, jesminda's execution ( ;-; )

For a brief moment, all Eris knew was the feeling of weightlessness.

Then his knees slammed onto the marble floor of a darkened foyer and the unconscious weight pressed against his side sagged further into him, sparking a reaction of blinding pain across his nerves. He'd used too much magic when his reserves were non-existent, stretched himself thin enough to tear. But desperation had pushed him to the strangest of his few options, and he didn't have the luxury to regret his decision.

He gasped, a palm shooting out to balance his weight, just as a quick crack of noise filled the foyer and the High Lord of the Spring Court appeared before him.

With a baldric full of knives strapped to his chest, he looked ready for a fight. Or an intrusion, as Eris hoped he would be, when he barreled through Tamlin's wards and winnowed himself directly into the High Lord's manor.

Tamlin's narrowed gaze sharpened over him. Over Lucien. And widened when he finally understood what hunched before him. Two Vanserra brothers. Tattered, broken, half-conscious. Bleeding all over his pristine floors.

"Brun! Hart!" Tamlin’s voice echoed through the halls of the manor and Eris shifted with a grunt as the High Lord closed the distance between them and dropped to take Lucien’s weight. “What happened?” he said quieter, directed towards him this time.

Two sets of footsteps sounded down the hall, heavy and urgent.

Eris’ grip on Lucien tightened. “Beron,” he gasped. Some small, vain part him was mortified at how weak he sounded, his voice hoarse from screaming, from coming so close to begging for the pain to stop. Lucky he had his father’s pride.

Tamlin’s face darkened in understanding, his jaw tight, green eyes flashing as he assessed the damage done to Lucien. The two names he’d called for finally entered the foyer, rushing to their lord’s side and sliding under his brother’s arms without any need for direction or order.

But perhaps they needed it, for Lucien whimpered softly in the transfer and Eris was upon the nearest male with a sharp hiss. “Careful.” He might as well have been spitting venom with the way the burly male’s face paled, guilt awash over his features as he stammered out an apology.

Tamlin set a steadying hand on the male’s shoulder. A placating, pleading touch. Be more gentle next time. “Take him to Acesis. Notify me the moment he wakes.” The young male nodded and this time Eris took it upon himself to guide his brother into the male’s arms, his legs screaming in protest as he finally stood and made to follow them.

A firm hand curled around his arm, "Not you, Vanserra." Before he could rip his arm away from Tamlin's grip, that feeling of weightlessness returned. Light and airy and then he was slammed back into existence once more. Into a room full of warm candlelight and the smell of old books. The High Lord's study.

Eris whipped around to face Tamlin, lips pulled back in a sneer. "How will I know your shortsighted sentries won't kill him on the way to the healer?"

"If you thought Lucien would come to harm here, you wouldn't have brought him to me." Tamlin paused, eyeing him in a way that made Eris' stomach churn. Suspicion. There was only a small glint of it, but it was doubt that flickered in the brilliant green of the High Lord's eyes. The implication that perhaps Eris had done this to Lucien. And the reason he hadn't let him go with Lucien.

Anger flared, stoked by the pain and blood littering his body.

"Don't look at me like that," he spat, trying and failing to stand upright. Worse than the pain, worse than Tamlin's cutting gaze, was the doubt he held for himself. He wasn't wholly unconvinced he didn't deserve such accusations. After all, he'd stood there and watched, frozen with horror as their brothers forced Jesminda to her knees and his father swung his sword clean through her neck.

He'd only come back into his body when the rough hands of his father's guards jostled him away to the dungeons. To be dealt with, Beron had said. His father hated disobedience.

"Think of me what you will, but do not think of me as my father's son." Rage burned in his chest. “There are limits to my depravities, and lows even I would not sink to.”

Eris dropped into the nearest armchair, his head bowed, fingers curling into tight, white-knuckled fists. He was tired of wearing masks, of moving brothers like chess pieces, of the permanent gut wrenching fear that something terrible would happen to his mother. But nothing compared to the feeling of defeat. That he wasn't two steps ahead of Beron as he imagined he was. And that it meant he was wildly unfit for any ruling position, much less High Lord of a court.

Tamlin had eased his stance, a small sigh leaving him as he took a seat opposite of Eris and leaned forward to quietly ask, "What happened to Lucien?"

Heat swam in Eris' vision, but he blinked it back furiously. Perhaps what he tired of most was appearing and feeling week. And if he could at least keep himself from crying in front of Tamlin, he could claim one victory in a sea of losses.

"Beron executed Jesminda." Tamlin swore lowly, a hand raking through his hair roughly. "He planned to do the same to Lucien in the morning." The High Lord's gaze turned murderous, and Eris thought for a second that he could see claws sharpen over his nails.

But then Tamlin's breathing became measured and his hands looked normal and the anguish returned to his features, winding his brows in a knot. Either way, it assured him that he'd certainly brought Lucien to the right place. That if Tamlin could be tempted to such rage with a few words, Lucien was quite possibly in the safest place in Prythian.

Tamlin's eyes flicked over Eris, over the state of him. " . . . And you?"

“I refused to participate. He took offense.” His jaw tightened, thoughts battering away any emotion or memory that would drag him back into the dungeons prematurely. He would face that again soon, but every moment away was his. "As soon as he realizes Lucien has escaped he'll send the others to hunt him down."

A thoughtful look passed over Tamlin's face and he stood, walking over to a decanter full of a rich, amber liquid. "If you wanted him hidden, you should've taken him to the Continent."

"My mother said about as much." Eris watched greedily as he poured the liquid into two glasses and handed him one. He accepted without an ounce of decorum, downing it immediately and relishing in the burn. Setting the glass down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before setting Tamlin with an even stare. "But for all the acquaintances and loyalties Lucien has collected, he doesn't have one quite as powerful as you. Or quite as committed."

Tamlin stared back for a long moment, his features giving away nothing of what he felt. Then, "Do you believe you'll need power in the event your brothers come looking for Lucien?" He took a sip of his drink. "You're the eldest. Can't you persuade them that it isn't in their best interest to step foot into my territory?"

A bitter laugh fell from Eris' lips. "If you could have been so easily influenced by your elder brothers, we wouldn't be having this conversation." The High Lord smiled humorlessly, a self-chastising look, as he tipped his glass in Eris' direction.

"Beron has poisoned them beyond my influence." Eris felt the weight of a festering guilt sit heavy in his stomach. "Beyond my mother's love. Whatever happens to them now is out of my hands." He cleared his throat, stamping out the emotion building there. He wouldn't name them. Wouldn't think of their faces. Or the inevitable death that would meet them should they cross into Spring. "Tamlin." The High Lord's gaze shot to his at the change in his tone. "They'll kill him. And anyone who harbors him."

"They'll try."

Envy pricked Eris' heart. At the growl lining Tamlin's words, the threat laced there. So opposite to the cold bond between him and Lucien. He'd cultivated it, himself. Refined it and built it with such a strong foundation, he believed even a thousand years of life would not be able to repair the broken strings that barely held the two of them together.

And so it was an envy he had no right to.

Eris pushed himself from the armchair, shooting Tamlin a glare when he moved instinctively, as if to help him. "And Beron," he said, waving away the other male, "There could be grounds for hostility between our courts."

“I’ve had a lifetime of tyrants disguised as fathers." Tamlin eyes sparked with a silent fury. "Let me make an enemy of this one.” Eris didn't doubt the High Lord would rip the throat of anyone who came looking for trouble. Perhaps he sought it. "You could stay, too," he said, giving him a poorly hidden look of pity. "The Spring Court is large enough to house more than one fugitive Vanserra."

"He doesn't know it was me," Eris said, quietly, "He can't know. And neither can Lucien." Only his mother knew. It had been her who'd released him from his dungeons without the knowledge of the guards or his father. Her, who had begged him to take Lucien away. "Beron did this to me," Eris gestured a hand towards the half-healed atrocities peppered across his skin, "Simply because I didn't follow his orders. If he discovers my denial is more than a stubborn reluctance . . . I can't afford to look weak. Not in that den of wolves."

"At least let Acesis take a look at your wounds before you go."

He shook his head, instead stumbling across the room to pour himself another glass of the amber liquid. "If he heals me, they'll know I left." He downed the glass. "My only chance at survival is keeping my position as heir solid. I know what I have to do to obtain that." And then muttered to himself, "I've always known." Eris focused on the smooth touch of the glass, the severe expression on Tamlin's face, the warm candlelight glinting of the polished floor. Anything but what he had to force himself to return to.

And just before he could register the return of the heat behind his eyes or the way his heart squeezed in his chest when he thought of Lucien's broken body, he glanced up at the High Lord and said, "Do what you need to. Keep him alive."

And winnowed back into the dark.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! 🧡🧡🧡

#erisweek2023 #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #tamlin #tamcien if you squint #please forgive me for the super late day 1 submission 😭#🌷

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team-heavenly · 5 months

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Chapter 23 - Blizzard Island Rescue

And by the randomizer list, I dub thee... Chapter Name.

...Thank you, RNG 🙄

I guess I'm making title cards for the post-game chapters now! Well, this shot came out too nice for me not to use.

(Also this post was supposed to come out several days ago but my job had other plans for me... Sorry.)

Some days after the ascension of Sky Peak Cloudy Well...

Hey, Starmie? Any reason why you're standing <2 inches in front of Aerodactyl? Let him breathe!!

Seaking for Scizor, huh? Yeah, I can see that! Both names start with an S, anyway.

The... the what.

*Imagines a 4-way intersection made of rubber bands*

Wait... *processing*

Just to be a joy kill, I'm having the same thought I did at Sky Peak... Why couldn't Ice Types handle this rescue? Or were there none around? Or did they just go "F*ck this guy in particular"?

Incredible team? Saving the world? You could almost call us... a gift from Heaven!

...I'll see myself out.

👀 Would I? Would I?? You betcha! If nothing else, I want to know what the hell an Elastic Crossroad is.

...Just kidding, I don't want to know anymore. (Gee, this looks awfully familiar.)

Thankfully, unlike Nonsensical Castle, there's not too much for me to say here. To help me construct these posts, I take notes whenever something of significance happens. And my only notes for Elastic Crossing are as follows (verbatim):

Linoone spamming Dark Void in a single room floor and having Bad Dreams 🥲

Lots of one-room floors actually... 2, 8, 9.

Good job team, we made it through relatively painlessly!

So yeah, I'll just share the few shots I have and we can move on 😃

I believe this is the Icicle Forest aesthetic? Cold and foreboding indeed.

🥺️ Oh, honey. You're not in the world you think you are (thank god).

🎩 HE WAS NUMBER ONE!! ☝️

Ngl, a room full of poisonous frogs and snakes, violent piranhas, and god-tier apes would be mortifying irl. But here, we get through without too much trouble and eventually emerge to find...

Oh... Yaaaaaay...

Dirty Province 💀 This is two steps away from being... you know what, never mind.

Crevice Cave is a gentrified village?? Or perhaps referring to a certain Danish prince.

Uh. No comment on this one. ._.

Okay, Teresa officially has the BEST IQ group ever. Coin Watcher, Wise and Quick Healer, Self Curer, Brick Tough, Deep Breather, All-Terrain Hiker... Well, I guess that one is irrelevant with her Flying type. And now Trap Buster?? Talk about a GAME-changer!

In the lowest depths of the "Ghetto"...

I'm gonna posit their shock is due to seeing a Scizor instead of a Seaking...?

But suddenly! A wild Snow Storm appeared!

Ooooo, okay, who's our Froslass?

O-O YEAH OKAY THAT WOULD BE TERRIFYING! GOOD CALL, RANDOMIZER!

Ironically(?), this happened immediately afterward:

This was before anyone made a move, so I guess Steelix has Drizzle?

LOOK AT THAT DAMAGE!! SUPER EFFECTIVE CRITICAL HIT BABEY!!!

As this image suggests... Steelix went down after only two turns of Mud Slap and Octazooka. Not so scary now, huh?

Tee-hee... See you never ❤️️

May as well click here to advance to Part 2 and give Seaking time to thaw.

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #blizzard island rescue #chapter 23

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aghostwrites · 7 months

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She knows my desire

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Warnings: oral (f! reader receiving), Lesbian, mentions of sex, overstimulation, NSFW, she/her pronouns, smut

Paring: Mor x f! reader (OC charatcer)

Work count: 3k

minors do not engage.

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Working at Rita’s restaurant under the rule of Amarantha was a curse. Even though most of Velaris had remained unchanged, the frequency of my favorite customer had dwindled. Morrigan. I miss seeing her alluring eyes, I used to love the way the light would catch them. Her hair was always kept in golden braids.

Until Feyre happened.

The story of Feyre cursebreaker became legendary to those who live in Prythian. Allowing the high lord and his family to once more walk among the people of Velaris, to enjoy the freedom that they were denied under Amarantha.

It is a regular day at Rita’s, High fae gossiping about what happened under the mountain, each story vastly different from the other. I’m serving a particularly loud male his spiced wine, his boasting of watching Feyre is the loudest among the chatter, “- and then she answered Amarantha’s riddle, you should have seen the look on that bitches face as Tamlin ripped her throat”. I slam down the glass in front of him making sure he cuts the conversation short. Other customers are beginning to look uncomfortable at the mention of Amarantha’s name and I don’t want to lose their business due to one drunken fae. Seeing my harsh actions made the male pip down.

I began the usual cleaning for the night before Rita intercepted me “Girl, I need you to quickly serve the high lord and his family, everything is free as a mating present to his new high lady” she said quickly before walking away to calm down a fight between other patrons. I can’t maintain my composure knowing the high family is here. That Morrigan is here. It's been fifty years since I’ve seen her. I quickly walk over to their usual table, noting Cassian, Az, Amern, the woman I assume to be Feyre, the high lord, and Morrigan. She is glowing, her smile contagious. Her hair looks the same, in the golden braid. She’s in a flowing red dress that brings out the glimmer in her eyes. I start to imagine what she's wearing underneath before Amern brings me back to reality. Heat spreads across my cheeks for my shameful thoughts.

“Hello?'' growls Amern, “Are you going to take the drink orders or are you going to oogle Mor all night”.

I’m mortified, I’ve always known Amern to be unpleasant most of the time. I can’t bring myself to look at Morrigan, too afraid to see her reaction to my attraction to her. Cassian lets out a boyish giggle, “Do you hear that Mor? Even females can’t take their eyes off you”. I feel tears start to build in my eyes as I start to walk back towards the kitchen, shoulders slumped. I just want to go home, it's been a long night and now with that embarrassing situation, I don’t think I could last a couple more hours. I hunt down Rita, trying to think of some bullshit excuse to end my night early.

“Hey, Rita?” I sniffle “I think I should go home and call a healer, my nose has been running all day” I finish. Rita gives me a suspicious look

“Fine girl, but be back tomorrow bright and early, give someone else the high families order and go”. I sigh in relief as I pack up my things and head out the door. As I’m about to quietly slip out, I get a light tap on my shoulder and I feel a hand slide something into my pocket. I turn back around to find no one, no one but Morrigan giving me a sly smile at her table before she continues her conversation with Feyre.

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I need to take a walk through the streets of silk and thread. The sight of the shops and all they have to offer always helps me clear my mind during distressing times. I stop by a particular favorite of mine. Aili is the fae who owns this shop and has been a friend of mine for centuries. She is one of the most talented females I know, making dresses for every occasion, she also is a great shoulder to cry on. I hastily grab the handle and yank open the door, thankfully the only fae in the store is Aili. I can’t hold back the choking sobs any longer. My friend quickly rushes over to me, a look of concern on her face. “What’s wrong?”. So I tell her the story of my humiliation. I have a hard time forming sentences between my crying and blowing my nose.

“- I couldn’t even finish my shift, I just left”, I finished. Aili gives me a small smile as she tries to soothe me.

“My dear I know what will make you feel better. A new dress, on the house”.

“No.” I stammer “These dresses are too expensive for me to just take for free.” Aili only gives me a laugh

“Well, it’s a good thing you know the owner”. I spend only thirty minutes or so in the store before I finally find something that catches my eye. A short green dress that has silver stitching that glows like the stars on winter solstice. It has a deep plunge neckline that some would consider provocative and completely sheer on the sides. Aili is right, as usual. I do feel better. I’m admiring myself in the mirror when I remember that I still have a hidden treasure in my pocket. I thank Aili for the dress and head home.

The walk is a short one usually if I take cuts through the streets, but tonight I want to savor the warm summer air. I make it to my small apartment in just a couple of minutes and rummage through my pocket to find my keys. My fingers brush a small note. I hastily open my front door, step inside, drop my shopping bag, and latch the locks before opening the note.

I was oogling you too if you would have looked up you shy girl. Maybe after I’m finished at Rita’s I’ll pay you a visit, only if you want.

-Mor

A pen appeared in my pocket. I don’t know what to write back. I quickly find the nearest hard surface. My hands are too shaky to say anything back. I take a couple of deep breaths and begin my message.

I would love to see you. I'm in the theatre district in the red house with the big oak door.

I’m thinking about changing what I wrote before the note disappeared. I’m nervous that I was too vague about where I live or that maybe I should have shown more excitement to the meeting with the high female fae I’ve had lustful thoughts about for years. A new note appears.

I know that house. I must say, I’m happy Amern said something, I’ve been wanting a private meeting with you for a while.

-Mor

Before I can craft a message back, everything disappears. I can’t help but smile to myself and think of the last line of that message, not believing it to be real. Morrigan didn’t give me a specific time for when she was coming. I began to clean. It's not usual for me to have company over, save for Aili. It’s been centuries since I’ve had a female that I was sexually attracted to in my house. Usually, those females were one-night stands that wanted to come home with me after an extensive night at Rita’s. They never meant anything to me and neither did I to them. This is different, I now have to make sure my house looks fit for the most beautiful woman in the world. I want this meeting to mean something.

After I finish up my cleaning duties, I hurry to my bathing room, showering off the smell of Rita’s restaurant. I struggle with what to do with my hair, usually, when I want to look presentable I put it in a braid. A habit I picked up from Morrigan. I want to impress her. I decide on a half-up in a bun with some strands flowing down my shoulders. I walk back to the door where my shopping bag is and bring out the dress. I had some reservations about getting it at first, I couldn’t think of any place I would ever want to wear it. Now, with Morrigan coming, it was perfect. After putting the dress on, I admire myself in the floor-length mirror. I must admit, I look hot. I do a little twirl in the mirror before I hear a knock on my door that snaps me back to reality. I rush to my door, undo the locks, and yank it open. There she is. Morrigan.

She changed her dress. The female is now wearing a floor-length blue dress that hugs her body, it has slits on the sides exposing her thighs. The silver stitching is similar to mine. The blue dress brings out Morrigan’s beautiful brown eyes. I can’t help but stare at her the way I did at Rita’s hours before. Her hair is still braided, she painted her lips an inviting brown color. Morrigan must have noticed my staring, her cheeks began to flush.

“Hello my dear, you look lovely”, she states as if it's pure fact. Her breath has a subtle hint of liquor. I muster up enough courage before I finally speak.

“Hi, Morrigan”. I hesitantly move away from the door and allow the beautiful fae to walk in. Morrigan gives my home a quick glance before turning back to me.

“Mor, my friends and lovers call me Mor.” I have known this but I don’t want to push boundaries. I smile as I think of saying her name. Mor. Excitement thunders through my heart that I am now allowed to call her that. I don’t know what to do with myself, the awkwardness settles in as Mor and I glance at each other. Finally, she says, “ I was thinking of having some wine if you’re interested? I brought a bottle over from Rhysands collection”. I give a quick nod and head over to the living room. We both sit on the couch, her thighs brushing against mine. I let out a tiny sigh from the contact, low enough to where I don’t think Mor heard. With a wave of Mor’s hand, two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine appear. Mor lets the glasses fall to the table before she begins to pour. First mine, then hers.

“I propose a toast” she purrs as she raises her glass, “to meeting each other at last”. I could only give a nod in response as we both clink our glasses together and drink. The wine is warm going down my throat, with hints of berries and chocolate dancing on my tongue. I drain my glass quickly to cancel out the tension that lies between us, Mor does the same. I guess now would be the best time to talk,

“You know Mor, I’ve always found you to be beautiful”. I wanted to tell her more, how I can’t ever look away from her, how her laugh makes my heart fill with joy. Maybe if I ever get the chance another time, I will. A slight grin spreads across her face.

“I know you have my dear. I’ve always known. I was going to ask you out for drinks before Amarantha decided to play the queen of Prythian”. She lets out a deep sigh before continuing, “I’m sorry I never did, it's been fifty years since my family has come back from under the mountain, I needed a little time before going back to the dating scene. I figured it wouldn’t be fair for either of us.” Happiness soars through my body at her words. She has been wanting this as much as I have. I reach my hand to hers as if to tell her It's ok, I understand. Mor lets out a deep sigh “but I know how I can make it up to you”’ a devilish grin spreads across her face.

She sets down her wine glass and reaches out her hand to my face. Her fingers begin to graze my cheek, working their way to my mouth. A small sigh escapes my breath as she brushes her thumb across my lips. Mor gives me a smirk before pushing her thumb into my mouth “suck”, she demands. I do as she asks, beginning by kissing the tip of her thumb before I part my lips, running my tongue along her slender finger. “Good girl”, moans Mor, I smile at the praise. Mor pulls her thumb out of my mouth and crashes her lips to mine. She tastes divine.

She nips at my lower lip with her teeth, telling me to open my mouth, I obey. A small moan escapes me as our tongues meet. I feel her place her hand on my knee, slowly raking her nails against the soft skin. My head begins to spin as her nails find my thighs, tracing little circles. Mor pulls away from the kiss “So beautiful” she whispers. I involuntarily spread my legs a little more, willing her to go higher. Inviting her to where I want her to be. I arch my back towards her, silently begging her to bring her lips back to mine. Instead, she begins to trail tender kisses on my neck. I let out another sigh. I want this to speed up, I’m impatient. I’ve waited fifty years for Mor and I won’t wait any longer. I push Mor away and unzip my dress, revealing myself to her hungry eyes.

Her gaze seems to drink in every detail of my body. I blush but Mor pulls me back to her, placing me on her lap. My breasts are at eye level. She kisses each nipple before placing one in her mouth, sending shivers through my spine. I let out a faint whimper. I feel her tongue make lazy circles, the warmth of her mouth is enough to drive me crazy. I want her mouth somewhere else. Somewhere lower. Mor pulls away and gives a soft laugh, “You’re making pools of excitement on my dress, shall I take it off?” I can only give her a nod as she lays me down on the couch and stands up. The movement is almost too fast for me to see before she brings herself back. Bare. Mor knows what I want, I can see it in her eyes. She slowly kneels on the floor, before me. “Put your legs over my shoulders, now”. The aggressiveness in Mor’s tone only makes me wetter. I do as she says. She grabs my waist and pulls me closer to her. My pussy inches away from her mouth, where it longed to be.

Mor traces little kisses on my thighs, slowly. I can feel her breath on me, making me want her mouth on me even more. I buck my hips up “Please” I beg.

“Mmmh, my dear” she purrs “I like it when you beg”. I feel a kiss placed on me before her mouth begins its work. I arch my back to give Mor better access as she flicks her tongue across my clit at a steady pace. My breath quickens as she begins to suck on tiny nub sending pleasure coursing through my body. I try to push her away, it feels too good and I’m becoming overstimulated, but she beats me to it. Mor grabs my hands and pins them to my sides, lifting her head from my cunt, “My dear, you will sit here and let me do as I wish. I’ve thought of this moment for too long. Every female I’ve been with for the past fifty years I’ve imagined as you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. Now I have you before me, begging for me, displayed for me. You will be a good girl and allow me to do as I want to you, understand? she says. I give her a hurried nod which seems to satisfy her, she brings her mouth back to her meal, stealing my breath away with every lick.

I can feel my high coming, my thighs tighten around Mor’s head which earns a low groan from her sending vibrations throughout my body. I don’t know how much longer I can last, I take a quick glance at Mor, and it sends me over the edge. The sight is sinful, her eyes watching me, her lips wrapped around my clit, the sound of her sucking, it is too much for me. My back arches.

“Mor” I scream, “ I think I’m going to”, I don't finish my sentence before she lets go of my hand and slips two fingers into me. Rubbing the spot that allows me to reach my climax. I cum hard, bucking my hips against Mor’s mouth while her fingers work their magic, chasing my high. Mor lets out a little giggle as she takes her mouth away from me while pulling her fingers out. She slips those fingers into her own mouth, seeming to savor the taste of me.

“I can’t tell what's better” she purrs, “You, or the wine”. I smile at her, I feel happy that she seems pleased with me. I always want her to be pleased with me. “Now my dear, it's my turn”. She says with a grin.

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The aftermath of sex has us both panting. We managed to move our little party back to my bedroom, bathing room, then to my kitchen table. We now lay in each other's arms back on my couch. Both of us grinning ear to ear. I don’t know what is to come of this particular situation but I know in my heart, I will do whatever Mor says, be whoever she wants me to be. I’m deep in my thoughts about the events of tonight and everything that led up to this moment. I meet her eyes again, looking down at her nestled lovingly against my breasts. I want to be with her until the end of time. I want to be the one she thinks of when she is ruling over her court, and I want to be the one she kisses every morning.

“I love you, Mor,” I whisper. She looks up at me and there it is. Like a warm blanket wrapping around me, that smells of nothing else but Mor. The Mating Bond.

#acotar #morrigan #acotar smut #acotar series #sarah j maas #f!reader #oc character #a court of thorns and roses #the night court #smut #acotar ships #female reader #mor acotar

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a-tale-of-legends · 7 months

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I'm realizing that when the shadow triad took Elliot after she got her leg bitten by Hydreigon, instead of taking them to wherever Cheren and Alder were, I think they would have taken them to Anthea and Concordia. I feel like the two of them are experienced healers ( in terms of having pokemon that can heal and maybe they have healing capabilities themselves).

I can just imagine how absolutely mortified they are seeing this 14 year old girl bleeding out from her leg, and the shadow triad casually dropping her off. Like, some tiny points to the shadow triad, they could have just let Elliot die. They were ordered to do so. Let Elliot be an example. But instead, they chose to bring her to two healers that they know would keep her alive. But even so,I think both Anthea and Concordia would have looked at the three in shame and disgust. Neither of them wanted anyone to get hurt. They followed along for N's sake ( and even then I think they tried to deviate on their own), but this? This was too much. Though they suppose things were "too much" from the very beginning.

Tldr: Anthea and Concordia saved Elliot's life, and that was the real wake up call they needed. Even if it was a little too late.

Also! Ghetsis would totally tell Alexis Elliot's dead just to fuck with him. Partially bc he thinks it's true. And god, it absolutely would fuck Alexis up.

#r rambles #legendverse #anthea and concordia #oc: alexis jones #oc: elliot jones

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Bakugou Turns Into A Dog - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, crack, lowkey pervy Katsuki, cursing, (writing not spell checked!)

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: Bakugou’s been hit with a quirk that has given him the body of a dog. He’s still has his own human thoughts and voice but now..he’s a dog. Just how will he abuse his new power with f!Y/N

It was supposed to be a normal day! Well, as normal as it could get for UA. But of course, trouble just had to strike, and of course the ones at the center of it all was the infamous Bakusquad. More specifically, the man the group was named after.

“I-...I can’t believe that actually just h-happened!” A cheerful blonde cried out as tears fell from his face and laughter rang out from his voice.

“C’mon man, don’t be laughing at what just happened. This is serious,” Kirishima said with concern as he looked down in his arms.

“Are you serious? This has got to be the best thing that’s ever happen since we met Bakugou!” Kaminari replied with while once again dying of laughter.

“IF YOU DONT SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW SPARK PLUG, I’LL BLOW YOUR ASS TO BITS!” Bakugou barked out.

“Oh yeah? With what quirk lil pupper?” Denki slickly replied while booping his nose. Bakugou’s been making fun of Denki for the longest, this was the perfect revenge. His dear friend has been turned into a dog! Not just any dog, and not the dog you would expect. He wasn’t a german shepherd or rottweiler. Katsuki Bakugou sits in Kirishima’s arms as a fluffy, blonde, angry pomeranian.

Luckily, kinda, the only thing that changed about Bakugou was his body. He could still speak and understand the human language and he could still think like one too, but now it’s all that in a fluffy, round, adorable body. Now, he was all bark and no bite......sorta.

“OW!” Kaminari yelped as Bakugou latched onto his finger and growled. Passerbys watched as the young group of teens watched their friend throw his hand around in pain with a tiny floof dangling on it. Kirishima went in to grab Bakugou and calm Kaminari down.

“Damn, you little rugrat,” The electric blonde started, “just wait till Y/N sees you, she’s gonna die.” Kaminari teased. Once those words left his mouth, Bakugou’s puppy eyes went wide.

‘Oh hell no!’

Kirishima saw how his friend was shaking in his arms and grew concerned so he asked, “hey man, are you alright there Bakubro?”

Bakugou was extremely nervous. He couldn’t let his longtime crush see him like this! Like a weak, soft, puffball! If you saw Bakugou like this, the second he’d turn back to his normal self, he’d dive out the nearest window anytime you were around.

The entire Bakusquad knew of Katsuki’s little (HUGE) crush, and the fact that one of them was now able to use that information against him mortified the lil guy now.

“Aww c’mon Denki, that’s not very nice,” Mina said as she pet Bakugou’s little head before he snapped at her hand. Thankfully, she dodged it.

“Yeah well Kacchan hasn’t been very nice either! Damn mutt nearly bit my finger off!” This received a growl from Bakugou, which was unsurprising pretty normal.

“At least the cops told us the quirk will ware off in two weeks.” Sero stated. Kirishima joined in.

“Yeah. Sheesh, I still can’t believe what happened. That random criminal really jumped outta nowhere.” The red head said.

“Tch, I still can’t believe someone could be stuck with a shitty ass quirk like that. Turning people into pets. Ridiculous.” The blonde dog said.

“Imagine what it’s like being on the receiving end of that quirk. Must be just as ridiculous.” Mina teased.

Bakugou jumped down from Kirishima’s arms before speaking. “Yeah! No shit Pinkie!” He said while standing on his hind legs and motioning towards his new body with his front paws as if he were human.

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As the group made it to the front doors of the dormitory, Bakugou stopped them before entering.

“Listen up dumbasses! Nobody better say SHIT to Y/N. Just say I’m some random dog found on the street and you guys opted to take care of me till you found me a home. If she asks what happened to me, tell her I was forced onto a trip with my parents. Got that?!” Bakugou strictly spoke.

“Got it!” The group said in unison, but a certain blonde had a different plan in mind. As they entered through the doors, Kirishima hid Bakugou into the side of his jacket but it only made comical sense that you were the first person to greet them.

“Oh! Hey guys!” You said with your award winning smile as you walked towards the group. Before anyone could say anything else, Kaminari spoke up.

“Hey Y/N! You wanna guess what Kirishima has in his jacket?” Denki exclaimed.

“Oh, no I’m sure Y/N has better things to do!”

“Maybe she shouldn’t,”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

The 3 friends were throwing out excuse after excuse to keep you from seeing the little devil.

“Woah woah! Hey! You guys! Chill. If you don’t want me to see then I won’t force you. It’s fine.” You kindly said.

‘Whew’ the squad all thought

‘She is so awesome!’ Bakugou thought while in the jacket

“Oh c’mon guys, show her the puppy!” Kaminari said. Now that grabbed your attention.

“Wait? Puppy?! That’s what you guys are hiding. Awww no fair!! Can I please see it! Please please pleaseeee!!!” You begged. After your constant pleading and the squad’s constant denial, Bakugou thought he could just give in this one time. He knew that his friends would cover for him and say he’s just some random dog and you would drop it so he began to stick his snout out of the jacket. Kirishima took it as a sign to show him to you.

“Oh my goddd!!! It’s so cute!!! Boy or girl?” You kindly asked while petting Bakugou’s head, something the dog was enjoying a little too much.

“It’s a boy,” Kirishima said. “We found him on the street so even though we’re kinda busy we wanted to take care of him and heal him up till we can find him a new home.” Mina added on.

“Guyssss c’mon!! Tell her the best part! Tell her exactly who that dog is.” Kaminari begged. The Bakusquad including the dog looked towards Kaminari with a warning look, but Kaminari didn’t care. The ultimate revenge starts now.

“Y/N! That’s Bakugou!” Kaminari exclaimed. As everyone started denying it, you looked towards the dog and saw that it did resemble Bakugou a lot, but then again Bakugou did look like an angry pomeranian time and time again.

Before you chose to listen to one or the other, you weighed your options. Kirishima the chivalrous and honest, the manliest man, or Kaminari the jester himself? It’s was obvious who you were gonna listen to.

“Oh stop that Kaminari. Bakugou may look like a fiesty fluff ball from time to time but he’s not really a dog.” You said while petting the pupper’s chin. Everyone sighed in relief at your words.

“But that’s really-“ Kaminari was cut of with Sero wrapping his tape around his mouth.

“Hey if you guys need a healer, I could use my quirk to help out with that. It may not be a full on healing quirk but it should help the little guy. Plus, I don’t mind spending the next...?” Kirishima helped you out.

“Two weeks,” he said.

“Right, I don’t mind spending the next two weeks with the little cutie.” You said. The dog’s eyes went wide at that as a plan came into mind but the Bakusquad once again started denying, saying it was fine but you insisted since Mina just previously said they were all busy. Throughout the chaos a VERY human like sound came from the creature in Kirishima’s arms.

“Woof.” Bakugou said with such a casual demeanor. He said ‘woof’ in such a human like voice, it was absolutely absurd. As everyone looked down at the dog, the only thing that could be heard was Sero awkwardly giving out a cough to break the silence.

“Ok...well umm that may be a sign that he’s ok with me taking him!” You said with an excited smile. Kirishima looked at the dog and as Bakugou looked back up at him, his best friend knew that he should give you the dog.

“Ok Y/N, he’s all yours. But you’re right about one thing. Since he does look like Bakugou, we named him Blasty, so that’s what you should refer to him as,” he said while placing the dog in your arms. The pomeranian was excited as what appeared to be a small smile showed up in his face and he squirmed around in Y/N’s arms, cuddling up against her pillowy breast.

“Awesome! For the next two weeks, it’s me and you Blasty!” You said while carrying Bakugou in the air facing you and looking at him. He was too cute so you pulled him in for a hug and kiss on his little head. Everyone could see Bakugou had a smug look on his face.

“Alright guys! I better get to healing him!” You said as you ran off with the pupper still holding a smug look, this time directed at Kaminari.

“Looks like your plan backfired dude,” Sero said.

“And it looks like Bakugou is gonna be enjoying these next 2 weeks a little too much,” Mina said and the group shared a laugh. Well, except for Kaminari who was kinda irritated that his revenge failed, but happy for his friend nonetheless.

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Once you got back to your room you placed Blasty on your bed and started to check him for places where he needed healing.

“Huh, looks like you’re not really injured Blasty. Oh well, that’s fine! Just means I can spend more time with you without having to worry!” You said while rubbing his head. Bakugou leaned into your hand with a small and then rolled onto his back for belly rubs. He was hoping you would pet him some more but you didn’t.

“I’m sorry Blasty, but you need a bath before you hang around anymore. Let’s go!” You picked him up and he was wide eyed and bushy tailed. A bath. Whatever. As long as he got your attention. You placed him in the tub but realized you would be getting your clothes dirty, so you changed into some pajamas you wore the night before that were sitting in your hamper in your bathroom. Basically, you changed right infront of Bakugou. He was staring at you as if you were a meal. As you undressed infront of him he saw you in your panties and bra, matching of course, and damn your body was the exact definition of perfect. He licked his lips as he stared until you put on a cami top and black booty shorts.

“Damn..” he whispered.

When you came back to Bakugou you went down to his level and began to scrub him. You reveled in your touch and soaked in the hot water. When you took him out to dry him off you looked at the time and noticed it was pretty late.

“Alright, I guess we should head to bed. I’ll put on a move and we can sleep. Here, let me go set up some pillows for you to sleep on.” You said as you grabbed your spare pillows and placed them on the floor for Blasty.

As you got into bed you felt a little movement on your mattress. Apparently Bakugou hadn’t appreciated being on the floor. He wanted to sleep next to his future girl. So when you turned over and looked at him, he gave you puppy eyes.

“Oh...why the hell do you have to be so damn cute,” you said as you picked him up and placed him on your bed. Bakugou cuddled up in your chest and took in your delicious scent. You both drifted off to sleep while Bakugou was just having happy thought.

‘This is gonna be the best 2 weeks of my life!’

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Ohhh what a week. You thought taking care of Blasty would be fun and exciting and adorable but it was that and more. It was also kinda frustrating. The damn dog would “bark” and growl at everyone, especially guys who tried to talk to you, and would only eat human food. He refused dog treats and never wanted to approach other dogs. Hell, this dog didn’t even go outside to use the bathroom. He went into the actual bathroom! Oh and don’t even get Y/N started on the “barking.” That dog had the most clear and humane “woof” any dog’s ever had! Another thing! This dog’s behavior is a little outta line. When Y/N would shower, it would try to follow her in and just sit there. When she would change, it would lay on her bed smiling and staring at her. When she would sleep it would ONLY cuddle into her breast or booty and one time when she woke up in the middle of the night, Blasty was up too. Again. STARING. What is up with this dog?

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“Ugh!” Y/N said as she face planted the table. Her lunch completely disregarded and the Bakusquad (minus Bakugou because apparently he had to go on a trip with his parents...or so you thought) watching as the blonde mutt poked around her head on the table.

“Having fun there Y/N?” Mina asked to which Y/N replied with a stare and a twitching eye.

“Blasty is INSANE!” You roared out. The Bakusquad and Blasty (aka Bakugou) watched on. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having the little guy around but he has some weird habits for a dog. He won’t eat like a dog, use the bathroom like a dog, interact with other dogs, and don’t get me started on the barks! I’ve never heard a dog say WOOF like a human,” you took a breather before continuing, “another thing, Blasty is a lowkey perv sometimes. Well if he were human at least, but he has perv tendencies. Like the staring whenever I’m a little underdressed or in the tub or SLEEPING.”

With that rant, Bakugou felt his ears fell and he backed up into a corner on the table. He was starting to feel insecure. Had his crush really thought of him as a pervy little thing? When you saw Blasty’s reaction, you noticed he might’ve understood what you said.

‘Can he....no there’s no way.’ You thought about the dog. Was there a possibility he could understand everything you just said?

“Oh Blasty, don’t be so dramatic. I’m just saying, for a dog, you’re a little weirdo, but it’s okay because for the time being, you’re my little weirdo. I still got love for you!” You said while holding him up in the air. Once again, the dog had a reaction to your words.

The squad was starting to notice the gears in your head turn and Kirishima quickly took him away for a little “walk.”

“Oh hey Y/N, why don’t you finish your food and I’ll take Baku- BLASTY! For a walk. Yeah, maybe he needs some outdoor exercise.

“Oh no Kiri it’s fine I-“

“THANKS!” The red head said as he dashed out the cafeteria with the little floof. Oh well, might as well enjoy your last few minutes of peace.

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“What the HELL SHITTY HAIR!? She was all up on me back there! You didn’t have to drag me away!” Bakugou spoke as Kirishima held him from his armpits.

“Sorry man, but you were the one who said you didn’t want your cover blown and she was starting to figure it out. And c’mon Bakugou, she knows you better than someone who would go on a trip with his parents. Not only that but your looks are so obvious. What dog had red eyes and spikey blonde hair?!?” The red head explained. The blonde dog only crossed his arms in a very human like manner and turned to the side.

“We’ll be fine, the quirk will ware off in another week so get over it. Besides, there’s no way she’ll know! We have everyone that was there covering it up for me. It’s fine!” Bakugou replied.

His best friend sighed before saying “alright man, if that’s what you want,” and placed him down to head back to the cafeteria.

“Thank you! Jeez, now let’s get back to the cafeteria. I wanna have lunch with my Y/N.” Bakugou walked on all fours with his head held proudly.

“You may be a tiny dog, but that huge crush on her that you got going on is still going strong,” the red head said.

“You’re damn right, Shitty hair!”

As the boys walked, they didn’t know that from around the corner, Y/N heard everything.

‘Bakugou?! Quirk??? CRUSH?!!?’ Oh this was too good. With this new information, Y/N walked off with a smirk and a plan.

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The next few days passed and like always, you work up with Blasty, oh you mean Bakugou, on your chest. You slightly smiled knowing this past 2 weeks, your crush had been coddling over you. You got even more excited knowing your feelings were mutual. You woke up and got ready for the day.

Now, the same thing happened as always. You got up and went to the bathroom to shower and Blasty would follow. He would watch you undress and step in the shower and step out and change. You would pick him up, hold him tight, kiss his forehead, and then be out the room. This time, your routine felt a little different knowing it was actually Bakugou staring at you this whole time.

Oh. He had seen you naked multiple times. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered. Oh well, he kept on staring is he must’ve been enjoying the show, except this time, you actually gave him one. You slowly stripped outta your clothes and made slight and soft R-rated noises as the warm water hit your skin. You bent over as you put on your underwear and slowly got dressed. You couldn’t believe yourself. Serving these looks to a dog.

Bakugous cheeks would be so red under that fur, the way you moved this morning was everything. He didn’t even notice the drool slipping from his mouth. As you stood there in nothing but your panties and bra, you turned towards Bakugou. And idea came to your head.

“Hey Blasty! You wanna help me pick out a look today? We sure are lucky the school staff has an all day meeting! Free day for us!” You picked Bakugou up and held him against your nearly bare breast. Bakugou just had to rub himself in between your mounds a little, and you noticed this, and released a slight whine.

“Mm..hey Blasty, stop that.” You placed him down and dressed into a mini skirt and tube top. You matched with a pair of everyday causal heels and went out with Bakugou following along. He would walk directly under your side and look up. He enjoyed the view of your lace panties and the jiggle of your ass everytime you took a step. Man, was this a perfect Friday or what?

Well it would’ve been if it hadn’t been for a certain Icy-Hot. What Bakugou didn’t know, was that you texted Todoroki the previous night to help you with this little plan of yours.

“Hey L/N.” Todoroki greeted you with kid kind eyes and gentle smile.

“Todoroki, stop that. I told you that you’re one of the people who can call me Y/N.” You said.

“Well alright, then I insist you call me Shoto in return.” He said.

“Only seems fair!” You said with a giggle to which Todoroki stared at.

“You have such a beautiful smile.” He complimented. You blushed at his words, especially since Todoroki really wasn’t one for..umm..emotions.

“Thanks,” you bashfully said while stepping a little closer. As Bakugou watched this whole interaction go down from below, he couldn’t help but release a small growl. No way in hell is Half and Half taking his girl!

“Actually, there was a reason why I called you over.” Todoroki said before speaking again. This caught your attention and Bakugou’s. “I was wondering if your wanted to go in a date with me. Tonight. It could be really casual and we could even do a small movie night here in the common rooms. Just you and me. What do you say?” He asked. Bakugou was fuming.

“A date huh? Mm, I’m sorry Shoto, but I’ve actually kinda been waiting for Bakugou to get back.” You said which made Bakugou flip his head towards you.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had a small crush on him for awhile, and I was hoping my first date would be with him.” You explained. The cartwheels Bakugou’s heart was doing in his tiny body was ridiculous.

‘She likes me back She likes me back She likes me back!!!!’ The dog thought to himself. His tail began wagging and his smile grew bigger than ever.

“Well I heard he’ll be gone until Saturday,” Todoroki started, “so how about just for tonight, I keep you company with a movie, maybe some chocolate, maybe some flowers, and see where the night goes?” He asked. Bakugou snarled at the two toned boy with his fangs until he heard your voice.

“Sure!” You said.

“Really?” Todoroki asked.

‘Really?!’ Bakugou thought.

“Really!” You said, “Bakugou will be gone for another week so I see no harm in hanging as friends!” You smiled once more.

“Great! This’ll be amazing Y/- OUCH” Bakugou had interrupted Todoroki by latching onto his leg and holding on with his life as Todoroki did everything he could to shake the blonde mutt off. You reached for “Blasty” before apologizing to Todoroki.

“I’m sorry, Shoto. He gets like this sometimes.” You explained.

“Ah..no worries. Uh, I’ll see you later tonight?” Todoroki asked you.

“Yeah, definitely. See you then!” You said as you walked off with a grumpy pomeranian in your arms.

‘On every level. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?’ Bakugou thought to himself as you carried him away.

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You walked into your room to with Bakugou to freshen up a little for your date with Todoroki. A little sprits of perfume here, a dash of blush there, and a little tweak with your hair. Your outfit was cute enough for a friendly little date. As you turned to Bakugou, you saw his sad puppy face.

“Oh, don’t worry Blasty! I’ll be back in a few hours! I’ll see you soon, ok?” You said as you kissed his forehead and made your way to the common room. Just before the door shut, Bakugou slipped out with you. If he couldn’t be on this date with you, then he’d just have to ruin it for Todoroki.

As you finally came in contact with the handsome boy, he greeted you and spoke of your plans

“We’ll be watching a movie, but we gotta get some great snacks first.” He said.

“How about just some popcorn and candy, they’re already right here in the dorms. Come over here and help me prep!” You said pulling on his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. Bakugou didn’t take too kindly to this and quickly went to tear Todoroki’s jeans and bite his ankle.

“Ouch!” Todoroki screamed in pain.

“Are you alright?” You looked around and saw his lower leg had been damaged.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just a scratch.” He said reassuring your troubles.

“Well alright, if you say so.” You said and resumed your snack prep. But that was only the start of this horrible night. Throughout the date, Bakugou tortured the poor boy and did everything he could to ruin the little get together. He ate the popcorn and candy while your backs were turned, he chewed on the wires to the TV, stopping you guys from watching, and even peed on Todoroki’s leg while you guys just sat and talk. Although Todoroki saw this coming with Y/N’s plan, he had enough of torment from Bakugou. He decided to move into the final plan, right here right now.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing girl and any guy would be really really lucky to have you,” Bakugou watched this little speech from afar, growling at the two, “and I know you’re waiting for Bakugou, but since he’s not back yet, I kinda just wanna end this night with something special.” He said as he began to lean in, you had no intent on stopping him. Seeing this, Bakugou began to run towards the couple with every intent on stopping this kiss.

“HEYYY!!! Those lips are reserved for me!” Bakugou screamed and you both turned towards the little dog. Bakugou jumped into the air to leap onto Todoroki and at the strike of midnight, His body turned into a human again (fully clothed, don’t worry) and fell on Todoroki, making them both fall back.

“You stay away from my girl, icy-hot!” Bakugou said while on top of Todoroki, clinging to his shirt.

“She’s all yours, you angry pomeranian,” Todoroki said as he escaped and ran to his room. Bakugou only looked back at you with a fierce smirk. He walked up to you, grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss that you happily returned. He pulled away after a minute and began walking with you hand in hand.

“You’re mine now.” Bakugou said

“Whatever you say....Blasty.” You snickered.

Bakugou turned his head in shock. “You knew?” He asked.

“Of course I knew. I knew Blasty was you, I knew it was you whenever you stared at my naked body, I knew it was you whenever you cuddled into my chest, I knew it was you when I overheard you speaking like a human to Kirishima. It also helped that I just watched you transform back to your normal self. But me knowing it was you was the whole reason why I came up with this plan with Todoroki. It’s about time you made a move on me, Blasty.” You said with a teasing voice.

Embarrassed and frustrated at the fact he’d been caught, Bakugou let out an outburst.

“YOU FUCKING TEASE!” he screamed with his hands holding little explosions.

“Yeah, but now, I’m your tease. And it’s ok, because I know you like me. It’s easy to tell with that kiss and whole possessiveness. But that’s fine, because I really like you too Blasty.” You said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Bakugou returned it with a smirk and a hug.

“Damn straight, Princess.” He said as he held onto you tight. “You’re mine.”

A/N: y’all this is not spellchecked bc after the week I’ve had, I just couldn’t. I’m sorry if this isn’t to your liking but I had to finish this so I sloppily wrote it down. I hope you enjoyed it at least! See you next time Bear Cubs💗🧸

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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Whataburger

Summary: Leo and Will sometimes feel somesick which leads them into a whole load of trouble...

A/N: Okay so first off what is 'whataburger'? Apparently its a just a burger place in Texas?? I didnt do too much research since I kinda rushed this fic (since I may or may not have 4 other ones that I need to write...). Either way, its day 3 of Will's bday week so thank you to @solangeloweek and there are 2 days left but I may turn it into a 7 day week birthday because why not? I hope you enjoy and please comment! <3 from Persephone

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“Dya have it?” Will whispered as he grabbed Leo by the elbow and dragged him to a secluded corner, away from the presence of everyone else. These interactions had been happening quite recently and were always private.

“Yes, yes I have it. Are you sure no one saw?” Leo murmured back. Will nodded and the two quickly scuttered away towards the abandoned side of the lake, closest to the forest.

Nico had an unsettling feeling.

He had had this feeling for what seemed like ages but in reality, it had only started up until very recently when he noticed Will was finding more and more reasons to ditch his friends. Will had never ditched one of their dates -unless there was an emergency at the infirmary that required the Head healer- but Nico had noticed his greater withdrawal when around large groups of people.

And at first, not much was thought about it. But as Nico began to dwell more and more, he noticed that every time Will withdrew, so did Leo and he was almost positive that he had seen them sneaking about once or twice around the camp together.

But Will wouldn't be up to anything like that, would he? Afterall, Will was a loyal boyfriend- right?

“Oh my god,” Will practically moaned as he took another bite in his burger.

“Calm down, it’s food, not sex,” Leo pointed out, munching on his fries.

“You're right for once but this time you got my order right and they’re still warm!” Will said in delight.

Leo nodded. “You’re welcome.”

The two boys ate in silence, gobbling down their burgers which gave them the greatest sense of nostalgia. For those who really don’t understand what’s going on, it was often that these two- the demigods in question being Leo and Will- would feel a sort of longing for their home: Texas.

They were both from there and they had to get up and move their lives suddenly- so suddenly that they had barely had any time to depart from their home. Despite it being inappropriately warm there, they did miss the home they grew up in.

And so one time when they both felt a very deep sense of longing, they banded together and boarded Festus- flying to Texas and back. Indeed, it was an overly ridiculous thing to do and they realised at once that it wouldn’t be as simple to do this every time they felt homesick.

So instead they decided on this. Whenever they felt homesick, Leo would fly to Texas and order them burgers from Whataburger. He then would fly back as fast as possible and they would both take immense delight in enjoying the nostalgic meal together.

Of course- Will couldn’t tell Nico what was going on. It would ultimaetely seem stupid and there was a possibility that Nico could get jealous- especially since they weren’t out about their relantionship yet.

So they agreed that no one could ever find out about their agreement.

“I got extras by the way- if you want them,” Leo passed Will the bag with extra food and Will happily picked out the fries.

“Do you want my pickles?” Will asked as he opened the burger and removed them. Leo, who could never say no to pickles, nodded and happily accepted them. This sort of routine and intimacy between the two became normal for them.

“I still don’t get how you can dip your fries in ketchup. Barbecue is the best sauce there is!” Leo cried as he stole a couple of Will’s fries, dipping them in barbeque sauce before eating them.

“Nu-uh, ketchup is way better than barbecue. It’s just so much more…” Will waited for the word to hit him as he took another bite. “Original.”

“Woah…” A surprised voice came out from behind them. Both of the boys shot towards the surprised voice, their faces frozen with panic. A younger camper- luckily- had stumbled upon them.

“Oh, thank the gods,” Will breathed outwards, in a calmer manner than before.

The kid quickly turned on their foot and ran back towards the camp. Leo and Will- not being disrupted anymore- continued their meal. Little to their knowledge, the kid would do much more damage than one could ever imagine a child could do.

Will and Leo walked back to the main part of camp, unaware of what would meet them. They had taken their time with their picnic and by the time they had returned, people were gathering by the bonfire.

“Ooooooooooooh, look who’s here guys!”

“Why didn't you say you guys were dating!” A voice called out.

“Although honestly, I really thought it was you and Nico.” Another voice mentioned.

And as Leo and Will were surrounded by misinformed campers, Will could have sworn he saw Nico mortified. Their eyes caught and as quickly as he had appeared in Will’s life, Nico slipped into the shadows.

#will solace #Nico Di Angelo #Leo Valdez #solangelo #solangelo angst #will solace fanfic #will solace fluff #will solace angst #will solace bday week #Leo Valdez fanfic #Leo Valdez fluff #Nico Di Angelo angst #nico Di Angelo fanfic

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Suicidal Misunderstanding IX

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Part I - - - - - Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IV - - - Part V - - - - - Part VI - - - - - Part VII - - - - - Part VIII

Content Warning: This chapter contains potentially triggering material, particularly aftermath of attempted suicide as well as discussions of bodily injury.

Cody woke up the morning after the...drunken keldabe still feeling uneasy. He spent half an hour attempting to read over reports in preparation for the Umbaran campaign before giving it up as a lost cause. He distracted himself for a little while by pouring over last night’s cantina surveillance, before giving up on that as well and sending a message to General Skywalker.

‘Any updates on General Kenobi’s status?’

He watched the comms as communications from everyone besides the General trickled in. He answered a few requests for requisitions, forwarded some medical reports, and ignored an irritating handful of overly-personal questions.

Agonizing over it the whole time, he opened a comm-text link to Obi-Wan. It took nearly an hour, but he managed to send two sentences. ‘Hope you’re recovering well. Look forward to upcoming mission discussion.’

He immediately wanted to retroactively delete the message, mortified by every word and deeply concerned at every second that passed without a reply.

He spent the next 30 minutes hunched over, quickly closing every incoming CT and CC communication, justifying the time to himself as ‘technically on leave.’

He lurched forward when he finally received a General’s comm code, but slumped in disappointment when it was Skywalker, not Kenobi.

‘Not as drunk but still seems a little high. He says he wasn’t drugged. He’s taking the rest of the day off. I’m monitoring.’

Taking the rest of the day off. Did that mean he wasn’t carrying around his comm? Kriff. Should he more or less concerned that the general was actually taking a day off?

He decided to be more concerned.

‘Thank you for the update. Respectfully request information on any changes.’

Hopefully that would encourage Skywalker to keep him informed even if he stopped freaking out over his vod’s behavior.

Stowing the remote comm, he stood up and exited the temporary planet-side office, throwing himself into cleaning up the mess that was nearly 20,000 clone troopers simultaneously attempting to get the most out of a very brief R&R.

Shortly before mid-day, he received another update from Skywalker.

‘Just managed to get him to medical. Healer cleared him of drug interactions but Obi-Wan’s still acting strange (not crying, but a lot of hugging).’

Cody stared at that for a long while.

‘Any other verbal indications of upcoming danger?’ he finally asked. Skywalker didn’t reply.

Shortly after nightfall, his incident reports were interrupted by a call from an unknown temple number. He quickly opened it, and a holo of an unfamiliar Mon Calamari female healer appeared in miniature on the desk.

“Commander Cody. Thank you for answering so quickly. Are you somewhere private?” she asked, voice deliberately neutral.

The Commander tensed up. “Yes, sir. I’m in CC office space, alone. The room and the channel are both secure. Is this regarding General Kenobi?”

“Yes.” She replied. “My name is Master Bant Eerin; I’m a temple healer as well as a personal friend of Obi-Wan’s. He’s...he’s in the healing halls right now. We’re still trying to understand exactly what happened- I’ll tell you what I can but first we need to rule out any possible drugs he may have contact with. I need you to describe in detail anything he may have been exposed to that could have possibly had mind-altering effects.”

The Commander was a professional. He swallowed back his fear, his questions, and his demands to know what was going on.

“Of course. Everything on the Negotiator was GAR Standard, and I was with him when we left the ship. We went directly to the lower levels. The first time he was exposed to anyone outside the 212th was when we left our transport on level 3915. I...actually have footage of him the whole time night after that point. I’m sending it over right now, sir.”

“That would be extremely helpful, thank you.” He watched as she pulled it up on a second comm, sound barely audible.

He continued with his report: “One of the boys took it without permission. He didn’t mean anything by it, he’s just an idiot; I’ve already issued a severe reprimand. In any case, he brought it to me after I issued surveillance on the cantina, it tracks everything the General did- as far as I can tell, he had a glass of house grub wine, two shots of rancor blood, and an unnamed mixed cocktail ‘on the house.’ You can see everything the bartender added- as far as I can tell nothing was slipped in. He just... blacked out suddenly after the fourth drink, and quickly startled awake, confused by his surroundings.”

“I see.” Her tone was still carefully neutral and Cody didn’t know how to read her expression. He waited, wishing he was wearing his bucket so he didn’t have to keep schooling his face into professional patience.

“You brought him back to the temple...correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

She let out a deep breath, gills fluttering slightly. “We’ll probably have more questions later, but please understand our inquires are entirely based around determining how we can best help Obi-Wan. This call and any future ones are not intended, and should absolutely not be interpreted, as indications of blame. He’s actually spoken to me about you before, I know he has the deepest respect for you, personally and professionally. Someone will likely be assigned to talk to everyone whose spent time with him recently, including myself.”

The sick feeling in his gut from last night returned full force. “I...believe I understand sir. His condition is serious, then?”

Her gills fluttered again.

“Even now, I think we can safely anticipate a full physical recovery. He...there’s no easy way to say this...it appears he attempted to end his own life. Knight Skywalker got to him just in time, and he received bacta within minutes of the initial burn. I...like I said...we’ll began work to figure out why-”

Her voice broke and she stared up, large tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. She hastily wiped them away.

“Rest assured commander, he’s getting the best treatment possible. Thank you for your assistance. I’ll do my best to answer any questions you might have right now. This is my personal comm link- please feel free to reach out to me at any point for updates.”

“I-” Cody cleared his throat. “Can I come to the temple? To...” he trailed off, not sure how to finish.

“Not tonight, I’m sorry. The healers need to focus; he’s not allowed any visitors until he’s out of Bacta, I’m afraid.”

“Skywalker must be throwing a fit at that” Cody remarked numbly.

The healer winced. “Knight Skywalker is currently sedated. He was...injured in the struggle to keep Obi-Wan from further harm. Master Windu witnessed part of it, but we’ll have to wait until its safe to wake him to get the full story. I’ll be notifying Captain Rex of the situation after we finish speaking.”

“I’ll do it.” Cody offered immediately. “Tell me what happened.”

Eerin hesitated.

“Please, Sir. It will be better coming from me and...if he’s the only other trooper who’s being informed at the moment...”

“Of course,” she said quietly. “We don’t know the full circumstances, but at some point in performing emergency care for Master Kenobi, Knight Skywalker was stabbed in the lower abdomen with a vibroblade. It pierced his large intestine. The blade was pulled out shortly before healers arrived, causing some further damage and blood loss. He’s already finished surgery, and should only need a few hours of Bacta at most. Considering his extraordinary past recovery rates, he’ll likely be out of bed tomorrow and fully healed by the end of the week.”

“General Kenobi wouldn’t...” Cody trailed off again. He was having a hard time putting coherent sentences together.

Bant looked at the ceiling for a moment, seeming to collect her thoughts.

“Psychosis can have many manifestations. Even with- with conventional injuries, people can mistake help for harm. There’s just too much we don’t understand, and only so much we can learn before they wake up. Are you certain you wish to be the one to inform Captain Rex?”

“Yes.” That was about the only thing the Commander was certain of right now. “Is there anyone else in the GAR I should inform of...anything?”

“The military aspect of this isn’t my area of expertise. If there’s someone you trust who can be a support for you, I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to tell them in confidence. Some form of what happened is going to get out eventually.” she replied. “Please use your discretion, I suppose. It’s...not really my speciality but I imagine you’ll receive further orders on how much to release to the GAR once Obi-Wan’s stable.”

Right. Discretion. Because Obi-Wan wasn’t just Obi-Wan- he was a high general in charge of nearly 1/3 of the republic’s forces. If word of this got out to the wrong ears it would cause mass panic, maybe even an emboldened separatist advance. It was an insane amount of responsibility for one person, no wonder - he deliberately didn’t finish the thought.

“I’ll comm the Captain immediately. Thank you for the information, General.” he said out loud.

“Feel free to contact me for further updates, and tell Captain Rex he’s welcome to do the same. I’ll message you when its clear to visit the halls.”

“Yes, Sir.” Cody responded, saluting automatically.

“Take care of yourself, Commander Cody”

The hologram blinked out. Cody sat motionless for several long moment before sweeping his desk off, sending the assorted flimsies and redundant comm-units of various designations to the ground.

He stared at the empty desk, then tapped a button on his wrist comm, opening a private audio channel. “CT-7567, please come in” he said calmly.

“Cody?” came the alarmed reply. “I’m here, what’s going on?” Why did he sound so panicked? He had deliberately used his calmest voice. Oh well.

“Please report immediately to CC Office 12 in Guard Headquarters”

“I’ll be there in 10″

Cody hung up. He stared at the blank wall. He knew something was wrong with how the General said goodbye.

He opened the single desk drawer and dumped the odd wires and coins inside to the floor. Eerin had said burn. That could mean a lot of things, but lightsaber was the most likely.

Cody puked profusely into the empty drawer. He stared at the vomit for a moment before carefully closing the drawer. He still felt a little sick. He hadn’t even said anything back to the General, he just stood there, frozen.

He stared vaguely at the wall across, wondering if he was going to puke again.

Rex burst into the room. “Cody! What’s going on?! You- kark, what is that smell?”

“I puked in the desk drawer” Cody explained.

Rex shut the door behind him and slowly walked over. He knelt down next to the desk, gently taking Cody’s hands in this own. “Cody. Vod. Talk to to me.”

“Obi-Wan tried to kill himself.”

Rex’s hands tightened over Cody’s compulsively and Cody squeezed back harder. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at Rex’s expression.

“Some of ghost company went out for drinks last night. Obi-Wan started acted oddly. We flew towards the temple. He started crying. We got to the temple. He Keldabe kissed me. He told me goodbye. I didn’t say anything back.”

“Oh, vod” Rex whispered. He gently pulled the slack Cody off the chair and onto his lap on the floor. Cody continued mechanically. “I did reports today. Skywalker said he was with him. I left Obi-Wan a message. I don’t think he saw it. He tried to kill himself. Skywalker must have left him alone. He saved him. Obi-Wan stabbed Skywalker.”

Rex froze, still holding on to Cody.

“The healer called. Asked about drugs. They don’t think its drugs but they had to ask. She said they’re both going to heal completely fine. I have a link if you want to call the healer directly. That’s...it. I have reports to do now.”

Rex held Cody tighter. “Not right now”

“It’s war. People get hurt. People die. I have work to do”

“Not right now,” Rex repeated. “You have the right to be upset. You have the right to grieve. You’re a person, of course you have feelings.”

“Obi-Wan said that.” Cody whispered. Then he started crying. He continued to quietly sob for some time, hurt and bewildered and scared. They sat on the floor together; Rex barely moved, simply held on to his older brother as he fell apart.

Inevitably, Cody’s tears dried up and he pulled away.

“I don’t know how to clean this,” he said gesturing at that closed drawer.

“I’ll take care of it. Let’s just get you to bed. There’s CC bunks here, right?

“Yes but...”

Cody didn’t really like sleeping so isolated, but he also couldn’t imagine facing the 212th right now.

“I’ll stay here with you. We’ll go to the temple together in the morning.”

Rex shepherded Cody to the fresher. He stared at the mirror with a vague sense of recognition before automatically moving through a standard sanitation routine. By the time he finished, Rex had joined him in his room.

“What did you do with the vomit?” Cody asked, suddenly exhausted. They slipped into bed together.

“Swapped the whole desk with Pond’s. That bastard knows what he did.”

Cody let out a snort. Then, much to his surprise, he sank heavily into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Part X

#star wars #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #potentially triggering #attempted suicide #injury #all off screen this chapter #character is not actually suicidal but is severely divorced from reality due to space wizard plot device #starwars #codywan #angst #fanfic

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sincerelystranger · 3 years

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not enough 9

“Why do you even like, Cangse Sanren?” Jiang Fengmian asks petulantly.

They’re in Caiyi town, winding down after Night Hunting with the Gusu Lan disciples.

Wei Changze had been perfect as ever, of course. Silently guarding all the disciples and acting as support when they came across beasts and curses. More than half the disciples had been saved by Wei Changze tonight and they probably didn’t even know it.

It always was like that.

Only Jiang Fengmian ever saw Wei Changze.

And tonight was no different. Jiang Fengmian saw Wei Changze. And he saw how he stuck needlessly close to Cangse Sanren.

The pretty, lively rogue cultivator that had recently come down from Baosen Sanren’s mountain.

The rumor was that half the cultivators who met her were in love with her and much to Jiang Fengmian’s displeasure, it looked like Wei Changze wasn’t… immune to her charms.

He looks up at Wei Changze. Wei Changze’s eyebrows are a little bit furrowed, an expression of confusion on his face.

Honestly, he looks so cute that Jiang Fengmian wants to... touch him. But he’s also annoyed that Wei Changze isn’t denying that he likes Cangse Sanren.

“Do you not like Cangse Sanren?” he asks earnestly, as if the thought of Jiang Fengmian disliking Cangse Sanren is upsetting to him.

Jiang Fengmian almost wants to roll his eyes. Almost wants to scream at the sky. Almost wants to shake Wei Changze and yell ‘you’re not allowed to like anyone other than me!’

“She’s fine,” he says instead, because doing all that would be unsightly… and also troublesome.

Wei Changze’s eyebrows lift from their slight furrow – which for Wei Changze is quite a show of emotion. “She is kind and a strong cultivator,” Wei Changze says, “We all benefited from her joining us tonight.”

“Mm,” Jiang Fengmian hums. He feels like a child. Petulant and jealous. He feels a little bit mortified at himself and embarrassed at his jealousy. Cangse Sanren is a strong cultivator. Of course Wei Changze would appreciate that.

“She is strong,” Jiang Fengmian says, “but I don’t know about kind. She lit Lan Qiren’s beard on fire as a joke. That’s not very nice, is it?”

Wei Changze lets out a short audible breath from his nose, which is as good as an outright laugh from him. “No, not nice,” he concedes. “But she is kind.”

“What’s the difference?” Jiang Fengmian asks, turning around to fully face Wei Changze. “Nice and kind – they’re like the same thing, no?”

Wei Changze doesn’t respond right away. He looks at Jiang Fengmian for a moment, a strange look in his eyes. “Similar,” he says finally, “but not the same.”

Jiang Fengmian wants to ask what Wei Changze likes more.

But he’s suddenly scared.

He does a strange thing and reaches out to touch Wei Changze – to make sure that he’s still real next to Jiang Fengmian.

Wei Changze looks down at Jiang Fengmian’s hand on his arm but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move either.

Jiang Fengmian could be brave now, he thinks.

He could.

“I’m tired,” he says instead, “I think I’ll go to bed.”

He could be brave… but it would be troublesome.

Besides, what did it matter what Wei Changze liked better? He would always be by Jiang Fengmian’s side anyways.

Always.

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An eruption of commotion in the courtyard brings Jiang Fengmian out from his room.

The undead Wen boy is standing in the middle of the courtyard, a woman slumped over one of his shoulders and what looks like a child slumped over his other shoulder.

He stands there placidly looking at Jiang Fengmian, even as twenty disciples have their swords pointed at him.

It’s only when Jiang Cheng enters the courtyard that the Wen boy deigns to speak at all.

“Ah, Jiang-gongzi,” the Wen boy says, bowing awkwardly with the two bodies slumped lifelessly over his shoulders. “Sorry for bothering you so late.”

“What are you doing here?” Jiang Cheng says. He rushes over to the boy, signaling to the disciples to sheathe their weapons.

The disciples don’t even look to Jiang Fengmian for further confirmation before they sheathe their swords.

It seems the Jiang Cheng’s word is good enough.

“Is there a problem? Is Wei Wuxian in trouble?” Jiang Cheng asks as he takes the woman’s body from the Wen boy’s shoulder. He holds her gently and rests her head on his shoulder.

He declines when a disciple comes forward and tries to take the unconscious woman from Jiang Cheng.

The Wen boy hands the unconscious child to the disciple.

“Wei-gongzi is okay,” he says, “I’ve given him a draught that will leave him unconscious for a couple of days so he can heal, but other than that he should be fine.”

“Why are you here?” Jiang Fengmian asks, finally stepping forward. An almost tired sort of anger fills him. Why is this Wen in Lotus Pier? Why did he bring other Wens? Why didn’t he bring Wei Wuxian?

“Ah, Sect leader Jiang,” the Wen boy bows deeply. He stays bowed as he speaks. “I am going to turn myself in to the Jin Sect. I am the one who killed young master Jin. I am hoping that my life will be enough to soothe Sect leader Jin’s anger so that he will not attack Wei-gongzi.”

It’s a heroic act.

Self-sacrificing.

It’s a wonder why Jiang Fengmian’s heart isn’t moved by it at all.

“Then go to Koi tower,” he responds coldly, “Why are you here wasting time?”

The undead boy stays bowed.

“My sister and my nephew were injured by Jin-gongzi,” he says, “I fear that they will not be able to get better at the Burial Mounds. I know that this is too much to ask, but if they could stay here just a while. If they could just stay here, long enough to recover from their injuries… This would be my final request.”

Of course there would be a catch.

“And if I refuse?” he asks, “Will you stay in the Burial Mounds instead of going to Koi tower?”

“Father!” Jiang Cheng exclaims. He tightens his hold on the woman’s body. Holds her even closer.

Jiang Fengmian had thought that Jiang Cheng had been going to the Burial Mounds because of Wei Wuxian. Never in his life had he thought that Jiang Cheng might have been going to the Burial Mounds because of… love? Affection?

“What?” Jiang Fengmian asks sharply. He’s still sore from how Jiang Cheng had dragged him out of the Burial Mounds. How Jiang Cheng had defied him so brazenly. “What do you have to say to your sect leader, Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng looks at him with fire in his eyes.

Jiang Fengmian can see the way his jaw clenches. The way he visibly steels his resolve.

Undoubtedly Jiang Cheng will defy him again.

Jiang Fengmian is so tired.

He’s already lost a son and he’s in danger of losing a son again.

But maybe this son is also already lost to him.

After all, isn’t that Jiang Fengmian’s problem? He never knows when he’s lost someone until it’s too late to do anything about it.

“I will go to Koi tower either way,” the Wen boy says, interrupting Jiang Cheng and Jiang Fengmian’s silent stand-off. “My life right now is a gift given to me by Wei-gongzi. If returning this gift can spare him any more pain, I will do it happily.” He bows even deeper then. “But if I can make this selfish request – if my sister and nephew can be allowed to recover comfortably – I would die with no regrets.”

It’s then that Jiang Fengmian realizes why his heart isn’t moved at all by thie Wen boy.

His heart can’t be moved because it’s too deeply steeped in shame.

He looks at the boy bowed deeply before him.

He looks at his son still staring defiantly up at him.

“Take them to the healer’s quarters,” he says finally.

Jiang Cheng nods quickly. “Thank you, father,” he murmurs as he walks past Jiang Fengmian.

“Thank you, sect leader Jiang!” the Wen boy shouts, bowing even deeper. “Thank you.”

Jiang Fengmian can’t stand to look at him anymore. He can’t stand to even be in his presence. It fills him with so much shame that he can’t even breathe. He wants to cut himself open and walk out of his body. He wishes he was someone else. Someone braver.

He’s done nothing and he’s being thanked.

It disgusts him.

His wife is standing in the shadows as he walks back towards his room.

“Why are you protecting the Wens now?” she asks, and it’s cruel question, but there’s no malice in her voice. Somehow she sounds almost as tired as Jiang Fengmian feels.

“You saw Jiang Cheng,” Jiang Fengmian answers quietly, “He would not take no for an answer.”

She turns to him then, and her face is shadowed. He can’t make out what expression is on her face, but he assumes it must be disgust.

He’s disgusted with himself too, after all.

“I always dreamed about the day Jiang Cheng would outgrow you,” she says, “But I never imagined I’d find you so pitiful.”

It’s almost enough to shock laughter out Jiang Fengmian – but he’s too tired to laugh.

Too tired and too ashamed.

He gives her a weak smile instead. “It’s a wonder you only find me pitiful now,” he says. He’s always been pitiful. Always been pathetic.

Making the wrong decisions. Choosing peace over happiness. Running away from troublesome things.

Losing.

“Don’t sound so sorry for yourself,” his wife says, “Aren’t you the one who said a good parent raises children who are better than them?”

She steps into the light then, and it’s the first time he can see her face.

Her tone is sharp and her words are mean but…

But the look on her face is…

She’s the only one who’s ever fought to stay by Jiang Fengmian’s side.

It’s the act of a desperate man, and it’s so much less than what she deserves, but he walks over to her and embraces her.

She’s stiff in his arms.

“What--?” she starts, “Have you finally gone insane? People will—“

“Didn’t you say you pitied me?” he asks, resting his cheek on her head, “Just a little while. Just…”

And she stays stiff in his arms but she doesn’t move.

They stay like that a long while.

Until Jiang Fengmian can muster enough courage to stand himself. Until his disgust loses the knife sharp edge. Until his shame ebbs enough so he can breathe a little.

And his wife.

His wife stands there and endures it with him.

#changmian #jiang fengmian #yu ziyuan #the untamed #sincerely: not enough #that's the tag i've chosen for this LOL #Wen Ning #best boy

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pounds of flesh

FFXIV Write Day 3: Scale

Summary: The Exarch is familiar with tactics used to dodge those most dangerous of creatures (Healers) and offers you his assistance.

Author’s note: Am currently ignoring the fact that there’s no faucet in the Pendant room (that I could find) because that seems inconvenient for such an otherwise nice kitchenette. The prompt started me off with the idea of scaling a staircase feeling on par with scaling a mountain but it sort of veered off from there. I really loved this prompt though; there are so many ways to take it.

Warnings: Shadowbringers spoilers, unspecified WoL, non-healing WoL (kind of), 2nd person pov, WoL/Exarch, overworking oneself on purpose

Words: 1,876

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You might have gotten a little bit…carried away today. Triffids, hoptraps, wargs, and more; you had carried out a number of quests to reduce the threats posed to those traveling the roads of Lakeland, and that wasn’t even counting the morning spent in Rak’tika helping out the Night’s Blessed with some of their chores. You don’t mind– it’s nice to be helpful, good, necessary even– but now that everything aches and some of the cuts have opened up again you wonder if maybe you took it a little far. All you wanted to do was make sure you slept well tonight, but even taking the intercity aetheryte was too much to ask of your energy stores. You have scaled cliffs and mountains, but right now the thought of scaling the steps to your room is making you want to find a place the guards don’t patrol and just lay on the ground. It’s a good thing the manager is on break right now, or you’d have to field some uncomfortable questions about why you’re just standing around, staring.

“There you are.”

You flinch. Mayhap the manager would have been the lesser of two well-intentioned evils, considering the Exarch sounds…not exactly smug, but knowing. You stand taller and clear your throat. “Evening Exarch,” you say. “Did you need something?”

“Not precisely, though I am wont to worry when you stay out so late,” he says and steps towards you.

That…you almost turn around for that. He worries? You shake your head; of course he worries, you are (supposedly) the one hope for the world’s survival. ‘Tis nothing more than prudence. “Nothing to worry about; I’m quite fine.”

“Oh?” You can hear the smile in his voice as he comes around your side, and you quickly look away. “Should I be flattered that you seem to be emulating me?”

You scowl and pull the head covering down farther. How in the world does he see anything like this? “You didn’t invent hooded robes, Exarch.”

“No, I did not,” he chuckles. “However I have not seen you wearing one, until now.”

“Mayhap I simply felt like it.”

“Mayhap you did,” he says. “Or mayhap you are trying to hide a head wound incurred when a lake viper used its tail to swat you into a tree.”

You don’t have a good comeback for that. “You know, nobody likes a know it all,” you grumble and try to sink into your shoulders. One of these days you are going to break that damn magic mirror of his.

“My dear warrior,” he sighs as though indulging you in a whim. “What would it take for you to accompany me to Spagyrics?”

You turn to give him a look of incredulity and then realize that probably isn’t very effective. However he sighs and says, “I see.”

“Do you?” you ask. “I can’t see anything like this; I don’t know how you do it.”

He doesn’t take the bait, unfortunately. “Would you allow me to see to your wounds then?”

“I can heal myself.”

“If you could, you already would have.” He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, though right on a sore spot that twinges, and you try not to wince. “I would just like some assurance you are well enough. If you are uncomfortable with me, I can fetch one of the Scio-”

“You,” you say immediately and take his arm. You pull back the hood to see with your good eye and find his mouth partly opened in surprise. “I trust you.” Also, if Alisaie or Y’shtola see you in this state, they will put you out of their misery. But you meant what you said. You do trust him.

“Thank you,” he says earnestly, as though he’s honored, and the wondrous tone of his voice is enough to give you the energy to make it up the stairs and to your room.

“I don’t think I’ve seen someone manage to limp so successfully on both legs before,” the Exarch says and goes to the cupboard where the first aid kit lives.

“It’s not that bad– though I’m going to warn you that I’m a bit dirty so it probably looks worse than it is,” you say and pull off the robe. Gently, as everywhere it touches seems to throb with new pain, or maybe the fatigue is getting to you. While he’s turned around you quickly (ow) change into some shorts and a tank top and sit on the bench by the door.

When he turns around the Exarch actually stops in his tracks. “Wicked white,” he says and sighs. “If Chessamile saw you like this…”

“The Warrior of Darkness would be ended by the wrath of a bypassed healer.” You put a finger to your lips. “But surely now my trusty accomplice will help me.”

He smiles again, though he looks like he’s trying to wrangle it back into a disapproving frown. “Extortion now, is it?” he asks as he starts filling a bowl with water.

“I think your offer belied the feelings of one used to dodging chirurgeons,” you say and give yourself a quick check to make sure anything that needs treating is visible. Thankfully your torso just endured some bruising; it’s your limbs that took the brunt of everything. And your head, you’re reminded as you try to gingerly scrape off some of the dried blood and accidentally reopen the wound, making fresh blood course back down over your eye. “Oops.”

“Perhaps I have, but even my own injuries pale in comparison. I can see why any healer would have their hands full with you,” the Exarch says as he comes over to take your hand, shove some cloth in it, and force you press it hard against the cut. “Pray just hold that there for now.”

Now that you’re able to relax and do nothing, exhaustion courses through your bones and you do as he bids if only because anything else is far too much effort. You struggle to stay awake as he pulls over a chair, the medical kit, and the bowl of water, and blink yourself back to consciousness when he sits down.

“Are there any sprains?” he asks as he looks over the injuries.

“My right ankle feels a bit funny, and I think I pulled something in my left thigh, but mostly I’m just scraped up,” you say. He dabs some of the scratches with the clean water and it’s uncomfortable but not unbearable. You almost start to fall asleep with his gentle ministrations.

But when he presses a new, slightly damp cloth to those scrapes, the stinging wakes you right up. “Thal’s balls!” you hiss and resist the urge to rip his hands away. On the plus side, your head has stopped bleeding again; now it only throbs as you set the bloodied cloth aside and try to quell the nausea caused by pain.

“I apologize,” he murmurs and dabs it more gently. It’s not a good feeling but you can bear it a little easier now that you know it’s coming. He clears his throat. “What were you working on so frenetically today?”

“Huh?” You think about the question. “Oh– nothing much really; I was just taking a few jobs here and there.”

“Are you in need of gil?” he asks and lifts his head. Presumably to look at you. “Surely some of these jobs could have waited another day?”

You take the washcloth and wring it out before you start cleaning your other leg, and then your arms. It will help him get through this easier. And it also makes it so you don’t have to look at him now. “They could have. But I wanted them done.”

“Because you plan to take the day for yourself tomorrow?”

“Perhaps,” you say. “Perhaps this is how I want to spend my days.”

“Working yourself to the bone when you already do so much?” He finishes wrapping your ankle and grabs your hand. He says your name gently, without reproach. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.” You shut your eyes. “Sometimes…I just want to sleep. That’s all.”

“I see,” he says and doesn’t press for more. If this were Alphinaud you wouldn’t be able to escape without some awkward attempt at platitudes on his end, or Urianger, who would try to make suggestions while also nearly putting you to sleep with one of his lectures, but the Exarch keeps tending to you with hands that are gentler than they have any right to be.

When he starts treating the cut on your head it’s a good excuse to close your eyes, but even without some supposed excuse you don’t think you would do any differently. He’s so…gentle. Healers, even the kindest ones, are all business– as they should be, as they’re always the ones that have to make sure everyone is fighting fit for the next catastrophe. But the Exarch touches you so tenderly, like he wants to put you back together piece by piece, with soothing motions and soft brushes of skin, and crystal that’s warmer than it looks, and it’s all you can do to keep from falling apart in his capable hands.

“One moment, my warrior,” he murmurs and you realize you’re halfway to sleep by the fact that you can’t seem to open your eyes when he leaves, but it doesn’t bother you overmuch. When he comes back and nudges you to stand, you manage to do so, but you still don’t open your eyes even as you shuffle over to the bed with his help. You sit on sheets– the cover has been pulled back already, you realize with delayed thoughts as the Exarch tucks you in. You’ll be mortified in the morning, but for now…

“I pray sweet dreams find you tonight, my warrior.”

You think you imagine the gentle kiss placed upon your brow, but in case this isn’t some lovely dream and he is still around to hear it, you whisper, “Thank you.”

The next morning finds you sore and a little stiff, but you can recognize that you’re better off than you would have been otherwise.

You also find a collection of medicinal-looking mixtures all lined up in bottles in a neat little row on the table. And, when you go over to investigate, a note from the Exarch.

My dear warrior,

Though it is not a happy thought, there are many in Norvrandt who share your desire for uninterrupted sleep, as well as your difficulties attaining it. These elixirs each have their own cards describing ingredients and dosage; if you find one to your liking, it would be a simple matter of requesting more, and I should be delighted to do so.

Also, if you ever find the climb to your room to be too arduous, perhaps the smaller staircase leading to the tower itself would be less of a strain. Once inside, there are easier ways to get around that I would be happy to show you.

With fondest wishes,

The Crystal Exarch

You smile and fold the letter back up. An easier way to the Ocular, hm? You’d like to see that. Perhaps now is a good time to stretch your legs and make the climb.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite prompt 3: scale #ffxiv fanfic #shadowbringers spoilers #the crystal exarch #warrior of light #wolexarch #wol x exarch

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thewhumperinwhite · 3 years

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All Those That Dance: Intro (3)

Final part of the intro :)

Previous: Part 1 // Part 2

TW for: mild body horror (dressing infected wounds); skin/scar picking; implied past whump of a minor; aftermath of starvation. Whumpee feels guilty for needing help. Also some mild gaslighting, by whumpee to caretaker.

Also Jasper thinks Will looks about 17 but he’s actually 19 so i’m not tagging this minor whump. he is a teenager, though.

@whumpitywhumpwhump @favwhumpstuff

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By the time the boy scrambled up out of Jasper’s bedroll, hair and eyes wild and almost taking the ratty old traveler’s tent up with him, the sun was already halfway up, and the small fire Jasper had lit was mostly embers.

The boy stared at Jasper, out of breath, and positively swimming in the tunic Jasper had lent him. He hadn’t packed with dressing skinny teenagers in mind; the rough green wool hung down to the boy’s knees and the collar showed all of his sharp jutting collarbones and most of his narrow chest. His eyes were wide and the color the sky would be above the Wastes at noon, and his face was sharp and angular, probably by nature and more so by starvation. There was a long sharp scar from his left brow to the corner of his mouth, to match the stab wound in his stomach.

“My sword,” was the first thing the boy said, voice cracked from thirst and probably also fever.

Jasper blinked up at him. He had pulled the boy’s sword belt off in the process of bandaging his gut-wound, because the old cloth wrapped over the wound had clearly not been changed in far, far too long. It had been many years since Jasper had had to look at a wound like that, and in the old days they’d never have let one go so bad; Silex would have had kittens. Jasper had peeled the remains of the boy’s white shirt off as soon as he’d carried him to a decent campsite, and then when he had to take breaks from the awful business of peeling bandages out of half-healed muscle to recharge his magic and settle his stomach, he’d set up the tent and made the fire. The shirt hadn’t been worth saving, so torn and stained with blood and sweat he couldn’t even tell what it’d been made of; the boy’s trousers honestly weren’t all that much better, the legs tatters from the knees down, but Jasper would have wanted to wake up in his own pants if their positions had been reversed, so he’d left them. The only other thing the boy had been carrying was the sword itself, and the belt for it, which was bloodstained but clearly good leather and had held alright, so Jasper had set it aside and gone back to the business of saving the boy’s life.

He hadn’t purposefully confiscated the sword, in other words; it hadn’t even occurred to him that the boy shouldn’t have it. It was a preposterous looking thing, anyway, the hilt all silver curlicues and blown glass of all things; he’d barely registered it as a weapon, but hearing the boy ask for it with such breathless urgency was a bit on the worrying side.

That said, the boy seemed to be standing upright only through a serious effort of will, so he probably wasn’t going to do a lot of fencing at the moment. Jasper pointed wordlessly to the left of the boy’s feet, where he’d piled his own pack and staff beside the tent; the glass ball at the end of the longsword hilt glinted redly under the desert sunrise.

The boy looked down, saw the sword, and sagged in relief so completely that his knees simply folded underneath him and he fell into a sitting position beside Jasper with a small thump.

“‘Morning to you too,” Jasper said, amused.

“Sorry,” the boy croaked, scrubbing a hand over his forehead, and then, “Thank you.”

Jasper waved that away. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “I’ve not done as much for that wound as I’d’ve liked, boy. I’m no Healer.”

The boy blinked at him, and then looked down at himself, and lifted the hem of the borrowed tunic out of the way to examine the wound. It probably hadn’t been large, at first; the center looked like a single stab from a short-bladed weapon, deep but not wide, and it might have even been partially healed by someone with more skill than Jasper when it was new. But running was bad for gut wounds—for most wounds, really—and the edges were raw and angry with infection; it had taken most of the bandages in Jasper’s pack to cover it, and the boy had to expose an uncomfortable number of sharply-visible ribs to see all of Jasper’s handiwork. The boy frowned down at the fresh bandages and then up at Jasper, looking uncomfortable. He could probably have been handsome if he’d ever eaten before, and although he didn’t look older than seventeen there was an old break in the bridge of his nose, on top of everything else; crooked like any break that had gone too long without healing or re-setting, but clearly not new and raw like the cuts in his face and stomach. Jasper hoped he hadn’t been too young when it had happened.

The boy fingered the wool of the tunic awkwardly, and opened his mouth, his expression clearly suggesting a repeat of both “thank you” and “sorry,” but Jasper held up a hand to stop him.

“I mean it, don’t thank me yet,” Jasper said, and took a deep breath. It was best to get this part over quick, like pulling off a bandage that didn’t require peeling. “I couldn’t find your friend, boy,” he said roughly, looking into the fire instead of the boy’s face, since he’d always been a coward.

“My what?” the boy said, voice still scratchy but otherwise nothing but bewildered. Jasper looked back up at him, startled.

“The girl,” he said. Nothing but confusion on the boy’s face. “The girl who was with you in the woods. I heard her voice, before I saw you, but I searched that little grove for damn near an hour, and I didn’t find any sign of her. I didn’t find much blood that wasn’t yours, either, though, for whatever that’s worth.” He stared at the boy, who only looked more lost. “You have no idea what I’m talking about,” he said slowly.

The boy shook his head helplessly. “Sorry.”

Jasper shook his head, reaching into his pocket for his pipe. “That’s—damn queer,” he muttered, filling the end with tobacco from the pouch in a different pocket of his cloak. He’d thought it was strange not to find—any evidence of a whole human being eaten by wolves, if that was what had happened; and he didn’t see how anyone could have run away fast enough to leave no sign they’d even been there, but— “I was sure I heard a girl’s voice,” he said around the end of his pipe.

“What did she say?” the boy rasped, curiously.

“Govnoyed,” Jasper said, and snorted at the boy’s startled blink. “I know. Foul-mouthed little thing.”

“You speak Crythian?” the boy said, and then winced, like he wished he could take it back.

“Not as well as you do, I imagine,” Jasper said, amused. “There wasn’t much point in pretending to be a native,” he pointed out. “You’re probably the only blonde in a hundred-mile radius.” The boy’s hair looked like it was cut unevenly even without a night of hard sleep in a strange tent, and Jasper couldn’t guess when it was last washed, but underneath the grime and a certain amount of blood it was the color of pale gold.

The boy looked away, flushing unevenly underneath the spots of red fever had already put on his pale cheeks. “I--wasn’t,” he said softly. “I only—" He cleared his throat, scrubbing a hand over his mouth as though it hurt to talk. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Jasper said, laughing, and then he leaned forward toward where his pack was sitting, on the boy’s opposite side. “I hardly think—"

When Jasper’s hand came within a few inches of the boy’s knee on its way past, the boy went immediately white to the lips and hunched in on himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

Jasper stopped, raising his eyebrows.

The boy’s eyes opened immediately and he looked at Jasper, color rushing back into his cheeks too fast, apparently mortified.

“Sorry,” he muttered, visibly forcing himself to relax and looking down at his hands, tight on the torn fabric of his trouser legs. “Sorry.”

“I was reaching for my pack,” Jasper said slowly, and the boy nodded eagerly, still very much not looking at Jasper. Jasper shook his head, feeling a confused smile start on his face; if he didn’t find this funny it was going to be tragic, and Jasper always preferred funny. “I thought maybe I’d offer you some food.”

The boy did look at Jasper then, shaking his head in apparent alarm. “I can’t take your food,” he croaked desperately. “I’ve already—" He looked down at the borrowed tunic, and to Jasper’s mild horror, began to tug it off over his head. “I can’t take your things, I don’t want them—"

“Woah, stop,” Jasper said quickly, raising his hands in surrender; the boy froze at the order, the tunic already halfway off. Jasper could see too much of his hip bones and ribs, it was making him feel slightly ill. “Cross-God,” he said, “put it back on. Please.”

The boy did, rather reluctantly. “I don’t want to put you out,” he said faintly; he looked rather worse for wear for the sudden movement. Jasper felt rather out of breath himself, just watching.

“Boy,” he said finally, “who are you?”

The boy blinked at him, as though startled by the question. “Oh,” he said quietly. “I’m--Willem Price. Will, I suppose. If you like.”

Jasper laughed a little, helplessly. “Well, lovely to meet you, Will Price, but I’m not sure that’s really what I was asking.” He shook his head at the boy, who was still looking at him with wide eyes; they were really an almost shocking color. “What the hell are you doing in the Waste-Lands, kid?”

Will Price looked at him, and blinked his wide blue eyes slowly, and then, very carefully, shrugged.

Jasper stared at him.

“Uh-huh,” he said slowly. “And—where were you planning to go from here?”

The boy looked away, reaching up to scratch at the scar on his face with one finger, and shrugged again.

“Uh-huh,” Jasper said, frowning. The boy kept his eyes firmly off to the left, across the Wastes, tugging slightly at his scar and not looking at Jasper. “Fine. Here.” He took advantage of the boy’s studiously averted eyes to reach past him and grab his pack—the boy kept his flinch to a minimum, though Jasper could see his muscles tense—and tossed a small packet of traveller’s bread in the boy’s direction; the boy just barely caught it before it landed in the dust, presumably because he was still feverish. “Eat that, and then get some more sleep, if you can. I’d as soon not carry you to Atychia Town if I don’t have to.”

The boy turned sharply to look at him, alarmed. “I don’t want—"

“Shut up,” Jasper said firmly. “I am taking you into Atychia, because you are a child, and I am not a monster.” The boy opened his mouth to protest, but Jasper pushed on before he had the chance. “The choice that you have is whether you walk, or I carry you.” Honestly, the chances that the boy would be able to walk before his wound or fever would need attention Jasper couldn’t give it were practically nonexistent, but Jasper raised his eyebrows and said in mock offense, “Are you going to make me carry you?”

#fantasy whump #original whump #all those that dance #feverish #infected wounds #whumpee and caretaker #starved #skin picking #scars #gaslighting tw #wound care

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blackrose343 · 3 years

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Hopeless - Chapter 4: The Decision

Warnings: Angst, gore, language, and violence

Devil May Cry - V x Gender Neutral Reader

Fanfic summary: You have been kidnapped by a Soul Snatcher clan that used to reside within Red Grave. They’re torturing you for more information about the one who helped you kill their leader. While being held captive you begin to think about how to escape, how this all started, and if someone will find you. Then again, what would happen if you escape?

Hopeless Masterlist

Yay! I finished this earlier than I thought I would. I honestly have no idea if the chapter titles make sense or if they’re necessary.

Present Day

Lower class Soul Snatchers made their appearance as V and Vergil got closer to you. Vergil swiftly cut through them. Griffon and Shadow were ahead weakening the others. V ended each one with his cane. None of these Soul Snatchers were a priority but there were too many to ignore. V and Vergil knew this was a ploy to tire them before reaching you. V had to retain his strength and demonic power so Vergil told V to go ahead. (These were nothing compared to what Vergil had to face in the past.) V left Vergil to deal with the pests.

It didn’t take long for V to find the hideout. Your captor was standing on the roof, waiting. V stopped. His eyes widened with worried disbelief. You were pulled to the edge of the roof then you were forced to kneel before your captor. Your captor stepped on your ankle’s chains ensuring you’ll stay put. You were so happy to see V, but your tears were not of joy. You were mortified with V seeing you like this: completely exposed and defeated. You turned your head away, unable to look at V. You bit your lip keeping your whimpers to a minimum. Your captor forced you to face V by pulling your hair.

V's eyes darkened. Without realizing it he prepared to summon Nightmare. Vergil appeared, grabbing V’s arm. He warned V not to be rash. They couldn’t risk injuring you more than you already are. Vergil feared you wouldn’t last much longer. You’ve been tortured for over a week straight. No time to rest or heal. He knew your injuries were never treated. If anything you were given below minimum treatment. Anything to keep you barely breathing. Vergil could sense you were grasping the last bit of life you had left. They had to save you before your time runs out.

“Well, I was expecting only Vergil Sparda. The other I was not. Maybe now (Y/N) will tell me who killed Carmilla.” You felt a blade above your throat. All you could do was stay still. You wished more than anything that you had the energy to fight him. Cold sweat formed as your body became numb. Your heartbeat became faster anticipating the worst. Your eyes gazed up at your captor. His sinister smile instantly told you you were going to die no matter what answer you gave. You took a gulp of air. You looked down at V and Vergil mentally telling them how thankful you were they found you. The featherlight slice from the blade brought you back to your situation. “I’m waiting.”

“As I told you when you captured me. I’m not telling you shit!” Out of spite your captor brutally sliced your throat. You struggled to breathe as he kicked you off the building. You felt the kick, then everything became a blur. You weren’t sure why you chose to keep V a secret until the very end. Perhaps it was because you wanted to protect him. You couldn’t let him die because of you. Or perhaps you thought the ones in front of you were other Soul Snatcher’s deceiving you.

V and Vergil were frozen in place absorbing what they just saw. Seeing you fall is what snapped them out of it. V ran to you, desperate to catch you. Vergil knew V wouldn’t get to you in time. He teleported closer to the building then jumped. Gently, he laid you on the ground as V made his way to you. Vergil was doing what he could to help you. V knelt beside you pushing your hair out of your face. V was speechless. He tried to speak to you but his words got tangled in his throat. All V could do was watch you, feeling completely useless.

“V!...V?...V!? HEY SHAKESPEARE!!!” The other Soul Snatchers were gathering ready for their meal. Griffon was waiting for V to summon Shadow and for a command. V was still not saying a word. “Why?” was all V could think of. Why couldn’t he find you sooner? Why didn’t he save you sooner? Why couldn’t he help you now?

“Damn, you two didn’t have to steal all the fun.” Dante shot at the Soul Snatchers getting too close to V. Nero shot at your captor preventing him from getting to V. Dante stood behind V while Nero crouched next to V. Nero’s heart nearly stopped. He couldn't process what happened to you. What did you do to deserve this? Nero couldn’t fathom what was going on with V. Unlike V, Nero would be reassuring you you would be okay while concealing his wrath. And that’s what he did.

Dante’s attention was fixated on your captor. His nostrils were filled with the scent of your blood. His ears were filled with your struggle for air. He wouldn’t deny he became more worried when he heard Nero’s reassurances. He asked what happened but no one answered. Your captor encouraged Dante to look. Dante knew better. Your captor lunged at Dante as Dante shot another Soul Snatcher. Nero quickly got up and helped Dante get rid of the remaining Soul Snatchers.

V couldn’t motivate himself to get up; to fight. He truly believed he lost you. Vergil convinced him otherwise. While searching for you in the Underworld, Vergil found a demonic healer. Vergil doesn’t know what it would want in exchange for healing you but it was the only option they had. V didn’t care what the price was. What he wanted was for you to live. V nodded at Vergil giving him the okay to take you. Vergil sliced a portal to the healer then left with you.

V terminated the Soul Snatchers that attempted to pursue Vergil. He faced your tormentor filled with wrath he thought he could never conjure. V made it his personal mission to obliterate him and every Soul Snatcher that walked the earth. Tightly he gripped his cane then pointed it at your tormentor. Mindlessly, he commanded Griffon and Shadow then summoned Nightmare. “What evil lurks...I must destroy.”

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Vergil placed you on the ground, then the healer kneeled next to you. The healer hovered her claws over your body. Vergil had his guard up even though he knew she was examining you. She felt all of your pain, your sorrow, your fear and much more. Vergil growled indicating she needed to start healing you before it was too late. She was annoyed but understood. She let her hand rest above your throat then casted a small spell to ease the pain. To Vergil it appeared that she did nothing. She continued to examine the rest of you. The healer looked at Vergil with grief filled eyes. “I can heal them physically if that is what you seek. Although, it will take much more to completely heal them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think they will easily continue living normally after the suffering they endured?” Vergil grunted with annoyance. He looked away unable to answer the healer. She was right. Vergil couldn’t imagine what you’ve been through. The torture Mundus inflicted upon him was probably worse than what happened to you. It took some time for Vergil to heal and adjust after escaping Mundus and becoming whole. Yet, Vergil knows you’re not him. It may take a long time for you to fully recover or maybe you never will. “I can seal their memories...but it will not be forever.”

“...Do what you must to fully heal them.” The healer nodded, then placed her hands on your throat and forehead. She chanted a spell to heal your body. Once your body became fully healed, she looked into your memories. Vergil sat down next to you holding your hand. He was unsure if he made the right decision.

One Year Ago

The opposite side of Red Grave was a graveyard compared to where you and V were. To you the area was empty yet you could sense the presence of others. The corpses you saw weren't drained by the Qliphoth roots like the others. These were mutilated. Someone or something became desperate for food. It was evident from the bite marks. To keep yourself in a decent mood you wondered if V was joking about eating a demon. (You really hoped he was. The image of him eating one made you want to barf.)

You opened Creatures of the Occult and How to Summon Them to see where you needed to go. You thought following the symbols would be easy. Instead the symbols were a riddle revealing where to go. Or maybe it was just your guilt for leaving V distracting you. Maybe a part of you didn’t want to complete your mission without him. You shook your head. You left him behind for his own good. There’s nothing you need to feel guilty about. You needed to focus or you could get killed.

“I see you made some progress.” You turned to the voice. You couldn’t believe V found you so quickly.

“V, you should be resting. You’re supposed to meet Nero in a couple days.”

“I have gotten more than enough rest.”

“V, go. You need to spare as much strength as you can to defeat Urizen.” You turned your attention back to the symbols. You hoped he would listen. He didn’t. You can hear V’s cane tap the ground as he made his way to you. You buried your head in the book.

V prevented you from stepping away by trapping you between his arms. He was almost pinning you to the wall. His proximity was a bigger distraction than you wanted to admit. His breath tickled your ear. His lips lightly brushed it with each word of his reasoning to stay with you. You honestly wanted to give in. NO! You had to stick with your decision. You pushed V’s arm out of the way then continued to figure out what the symbols were saying. V wrapped an arm around your waist. He pulled you to him as he twirled you. Your eyes widened when his lips hit yours. His tongue easily entered your mouth as he pushed you up against the wall. You were more than hesitant to repay the gesture. Yes, you enjoyed it but you never thought V would resort to something like this to get what he wants. Something was off.

“V, enough.” V tightened the grip on your waist as you tried to pry him off of you. The nibbles on your neck became rougher, harder. It felt as if he was trying to eat you. Realization hit you. This wasn’t V. This was Carmilla. You did the first thing that came to mind to get her off of you. You stomped on her foot then slammed your knee into her. You took advantage of her loosened grip by pushing her away from you. Her fangs grazed your skin, giving her a tantalizing taste of your blood. You managed to gain some distance between you and Carmilla. “I said enough, Carmilla.”

“I can already tell your soul will be worth the wait.” Carmilla licked her lips as she morphed to her preferred appearance. You now understood why she was able to devour so many souls so easily. Saying she looked like a celebrity was an understatement. Her beauty was more godlike, divine. Her strawberry blonde hair was somehow able to show off her figure perfectly. Her delighted laughter was enchanting. You would bet her silver tongue had no faults. She looked at you so sweetly yet with so much hunger. That look changed to determination when she charged at you.

You did your best to avoid Carmilla while shooting her. Carmilla was able to dodge your bullets with little difficulty. Very few grazed her. She threw you against a building almost knocking you out. You tried to get up but it was feeling near impossible. You heard the building above you readying to fall. Quickly, you gained composure to dodge the falling building. You were pissed that you were getting your ass beat. You wanted nothing more than to see her cockiness turn into sheer terror.

Carmilla was watching you like a predator who watches their prey. To herself she admitted she was amused with your efforts to survive. (Too bad the fun had to end.) She knew you weren’t going to last much longer. She was looking forward to having your soul. For the first time in almost a month she was going to have a delicious meal. All the souls she could find were disgusting. At first she devoured the souls of her fellow clansmen. As time passed she had to settle for bums off the street or whatever she could get. Nothing could beat the taste of a powerful soul.

Carmilla appeared before you then threw you up into the air. She kicked you back into the ground from midair. You rolled onto your arms coughing up blood. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer if she kept this shit going. She was going to play with you until the very end. You shot at her while she was in the air then quickly rolled to the side as she landed. The force of Carmilla’s landing caused a hole in the street. You continued to shoot at her as you both fell into the subway system.

As you got up you saw Carmilla make a graceful landing then headed straight for you. You tried to shoot her only to find out you ran out of bullets. You threw the guns then drew your katanas. Just as she strikes you swung your katana. All you managed to do was give her a shallow cut. The only thing you could do was fight her head on. Although, you were trying your damned hardest to get her away from you. Carmilla nearly took your eye out as you dodged her strike. You cut her abdomen earning a scream from her.

You don’t know how but you managed to hide from Carmilla. You were lying under a subway. Trying to breathe without making too much noise. You were more than certain you wouldn’t last much longer. You severely underestimated Carmilla’s abilities and strength. You never encountered a demon like her. Not one with strength like hers. The other Soul Snatchers you encountered were nothing compared to her. This mission is way more than you could handle. You would bet your client kept as much information to himself because he knew this. Fucking bastard. You would demand more from him once you were done with this bullshit.

You tried to think of everything you could do to end her. Not much came to mind. If anything, it was to retreat and find V. Except you knew Carmilla would never let you get away...alive. As if the wind was passing, Carmilla was right next to you. She threw the subway you were under out of her way. You bolted from your lying position, preparing for whatever came next. Carmilla threw you against the subway. You couldn’t get up; continue fighting. All you could do was sit up and wait for your demise. But one last idea came to you. It was more than likely not going to work but it was better than doing nothing. Carmilla made her way to you, chuckling. She was more than certain she won this fight.

When Carmilla was close enough, you used the last of your strength to lift yourself up. One last time you cut her hoping this fight would end. Unexpectedly, something pierced through her heart. (Whatever pierced her, cut you pretty deep.) Carmilla’s body fell once the object was removed from her. You collapsed onto the ground, landing in a puddle of Carmilla’s blood. Her lifeless body was facing you. Her strawberry blonde hair now dyed crimson red. Her empty expression staring into your soul.

“(Y/N)!” V’s voice was replaced by purring. An all too familiar tongue was licking you. You wanted to repay the kind gesture with a scratch behind Shadow’s ears. You couldn’t move. You were beaten and exhausted. All you could hear was V saying your name and begging you to stay with him as you lost consciousness.

You could hear V reading from his book. He was trying to read loud enough for you to hear without grabbing the attention of any nearby demons. Slowly you opened your eyes to a petite candle’s flame. You gingerly sat yourself up. The pain from your fight with Carmilla caused you to take a sharp breath. All you wanted to do was stretch your arms. You were not going to enjoy the next few weeks with the condition you were in. “Fuck.”

“Don’t push yourself.” V closed his book then looked at you. His gentle green eyes stared at you. You gave him a small smile then winced. You were starting to feel the aches your slumber numbed. V almost shot out of his seat to help you. You forced him back down when you hugged him. V hugged you back, pulling you into his lap. Your face was buried in his neck. His was buried in your hair. Both of you sat still letting your hug express what you were feeling.

V brushed your hair behind your ear then kissed your forehead. His head slightly dipped to peck your lips. You kissed him back wanting to deepen it. V pulled away. He did not want you doing anything that would further harm you. You complied by going back onto the “bed”. You scooched to the side so V could join you. You laid your head on his shoulder while he resumed reading poetry to you. Loosely you wrapped your arms around one of V’s. You glanced up at him noting a hint of a smile from him. You never wanted this moment to end.

Ruffling, shuffling and Griffon’s voice instantly woke you. You immediately thought you were getting attacked. Seeing Shadow lying on the “bed” said otherwise. Thank, god. You found V getting ready to leave. You were saddened but you knew V had to go after Urizen. Thinking about when you and V met made you giggle. V gave you a questioning look. “It seems I made the right call with my counter offer. Don’t you think?’

“Indeed.” V gave you a bittersweet smile.

“Having second thoughts?”

“...Not for the reason you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“...After today, you will never see me again…Remember?”

“Y-yeah, I remember…” You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. You wanted V to stay with you and you could sense he wanted to stay with you. Both of you knew you couldn’t stay with each other. You were still healing. V would die if he chose to stay with you instead of going after Urizen. “So, this is ‘goodbye’?”

“I am afraid so.” V gave you one of his rings so you would remember him. He gave you one last kiss then made his departure. You couldn’t look away from him as he got further away from you.

#devil may cry #DMC #devil may cry v #dmc5 v x reader #v x reader #vitale x reader #dmc v #dmc vitale #dmc v x reader #vitale

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jedimasterbailey · 4 years

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The Proud Master and the Lost Padawan

I’m curious to know what people’s thoughts are so let’s discuss.... How would you all imagine Luminara and Barriss’s reunion post temple bombing?

I personally like to think it would be the complete opposite of the Obi-wan/Anakin confrontation in that Luminara would immediately assume guilt and she’d do everything she could to reach out to her student and help her back into the Light. I have a hard time believing that she’d raise her lightsaber against her own Padawan unless Barriss made that first move, which I also seriously doubt. Meanwhile, I think Barriss on the other hand, would be mortified about her Master knowing the truth. I truly believe that Barriss’s plan was to never be uncovered for she knew how devastating the truth would be for the one person we know for a fact, she admired. With Obi-wan, we know that Anakin is quick to put the blame on his teacher, where Barriss carries the weight of her actions instead of finger pointing.

I have a theory that Barriss’s intentions (though any rational person would agree that killing innocent people is not okay) were to simply cause a disturbance to get the Jedi Order thinking. Say what you will, but her confession rang with truth about how contradictory the Clone War was in the grand scheme of things. Barriss did not foresee her accompliance going soft on Ahsoka and that’s where it all came crashing. Ahsoka was never meant to be framed but Barriss was faced with the decision to come clean (and face the consequence of breaking Luminara’s heart) or to let Ahsoka take the hit. Unfortunately for Ahsoka, it was the latter and I think when Ventress got involved, Barriss saw an opportunity to set things right with Ahsoka by framing a former Sith alcolyte.

If you were to watch the “Ventress” and Ahsoka fight, you could see that Barriss was simply trying to knock her out not kill her. Again, not saying that I agree with her decisions, but Barriss knew she needed to make a convincing setup. Y’all gotta remember, we’re talking about two teenage girls who know nothing about coping with trauma properly and have been put through horrifying life/death situations countless times. When that didnt pan out for Barriss either, she had to accept her fate. Do I believe she was drunk with dark side power and thus claiming to like Ventress’s sabers? Yes, but not deep enough to where Anakin would get months later.

If you’ve ever read the Medstar Duology books and the Legends book “The Approaching Storm”, you’d know that Luminara and Barriss do in fact have an affectionate relationship. Luminara can be motherly when she needs to be (it’s even stated in the Legends novel that Barriss will protest of her teacher is too motherly at times) and Barriss studies and works hard to please her Master (can we talk about that amazing lightsaber dance in Legends?!). Both women respect and trust one another completely. I mean they fight in complete synchronization, how could you possibly get any closer as teacher and student?

In the Clone Wars, despite what the haters may say; you can tell with Luminara’s facial expressions that she is genuinely worried over Barriss’s well being even though she believed in her Padawan’s abilities with her whole heart. What the haters fail to see is that as the fortune cookie says in that very episode... “Attachment is not Compassion.” In other words, unlike Anakin, Luminara does not view Barriss as a possession. She sees Barriss as the young lady she is and she said herself that if they were too late in finding them, she’d celebrate her memory. That’s love right there. When you can put aside your selfish desire for another, that’s love.

As Luminara kept telling Anakin, it wasn’t that she gave up, she was just concerned that the possibility of saving the Padawan’s was slim. That didn’t stop her from helping Anakin when they were able to narrow their location down. When Barriss re-surfaces, Luminara’s usual serious facade is immediately replaced with a smile as she calls out to her. Furthermore, it was Luminara who was humble and protective with Ahsoka when Anakin was somewhere else (accepting/apologizing to Ahsoka for not accepting help against Ventress and then helping Ahsoka back up when she nearly falls to a fiery demise) So for people to call Luminara “cold” is just mind boggling to me. Everyone expresses love differently, so God forbid Luminara doesn’t buckle into an emotional mess when things get rough.

Additionally, Luminara does not hold a seat in the Jedi High Council so it could be assumed that the older woman shared Barriss’s resentment towards the Clone Wars. Luminara is constantly wishing she met her comrades in more “peaceful circumstances” and in “Approaching Storm” both Master and Apprentice share their dislike for politics and unnessary violence. If anything Luminara might have been just as frustrated as Barriss was with their constant separation with war time duties. The real tragedy that unlike Anakin and Ahsoka where there was clearly a lot of leeway in the two of them being on missions together (I’m in no way bashing either character, I love them both as well, so don’t come for me there), the Mirilans didn’t have that luxury so Barriss was able to fall before Luminara could do anything about it.

All in all, I feel Luminara would rather die than condemn the girl she knew to be a graceful warrior and a gifted healer. Luminara most likely not forgive her Padawan’s wrongful killing, but as Padme said with Anakin, she’d also still feel that’s still good inside. The poor girl just lost herself and the war she hated so much ripped her Master away from her. Barriss I feel would eventually come down from her dark side high and work hard to redeem herself for her Master.

That’s enough of my ramblings, what do you think? Wish Feloni would give us the complete story we were promised so long ago!

#luminara unduli #barriss offee #clone wars #star wars #Medstar #the approaching storm #rant #laciefuyu

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scribbledghost · 4 years

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Could you imagine how the boys would react by accidentally dropping their S/O and they get hurt or they break a bone or something from playing around too much😭 (only asking because that kind of happened to me today my friend and I were horsing around and he dropped me and I cracked my wrist) 🤣😭

Note: oh my goodness, Can you just imagine?? There’s so much angst and fluff potential there

Agent Whiskey:

Jack is gonna be MORTIFIED. He’ll be ten times as upset as you are, regardless of the level of injury. He’s rushing you to the ER as fast as he can, apologizing profusely the entire way. Even when you’re completely healed and insist that it’s fine, it’ll be something that haunts him for a long time.

Javier Peña:

God he’s gonna feel so bad. He’s instantly rushing you down the hall to see if Connie can help you, as he doesn’t want to take you directly to the hospital if he can avoid it. But if need be, he will, and you can bet he’ll feel and act guilty about it for a while afterwards.

Din Djarin:

Ohhhhh boy he panics. A lot. Probably already steering the ship towards a port with some kind of medical facility. He feels terrible, and he hates himself more every time he thinks about what happened.

Catfish/Frankie Morales:

Oh god, he’s gonna cry. Full stop, this man will cry about it. Especially if it’s something like a broken bone. He’ll probably go so far as to avoid touching you at all for a little while afterwards, just because he’s afraid of hurting you again.

Ezra:

For once in his life, he goes completely silent. He’ll be internally panicking, but will try his best to pull himself together long enough to get you patched up as best he can. He’ll be repentant to the max for a very long time afterwards.

Oberyn Martell:

Immediately starts apologizing and getting you on your way to a healer. He feels awful about it, and vows to not be so rough in the future. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you in any way. He feels like he’s failed in that respect, no matter how minor the injury actually is.

Maxwell Lord:

This will be one of the first times you see Maxwell lose his carefully curated composure. It’ll be slight, but you’ll be able to see the panic in his eyes as he looks you over to see how bad the injury is. Has no problem with getting you to a doctor ASAP if need be. He’ll stop traffic himself to do it.

#Agent whiskey #Javier Peña #din djarin #catfish #frankie morales #ezra #oberyn martell #maxwell lord #ghost scribbles

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legolaslovely · 4 years

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Small Smiles

A/N: This is just me trying to live after watching FOTR again last night. GIVE BOROMIR LOVE AND SAFETY Anyway, this is from a beautiful ask that @fantasticallytragical / @cassiabaggins sent me! Thank you! ALSOOOO do you guys know how big of a deal it is that I just taught myself how to take a screen shot AND crop it on my computer? I’m really tech challenged guys, this is a big deal, I’m proud. PS I will find a way to fit belly into everything I write because IT’S IMPORTANT TO ME.

Pairing: Boromir x Reader

Word Count: 960

Warnings: EVERYONE LIVESSSSSSS, talk of violence and possible death, mentions of blood, sadness but ends in flufffffffffffff

Summary: (Y/N) is an elf who can’t get her mind off the human in the medical wing of Lothlorien.

The information ran through the corridors of Lothlorien like wind rustling over lips to open ears. The Fellowship was broken. The team of saviors and protectors was fractured, sent abroad like ships in the night, leaving one close to death- the human from Gondor. It was said he defended the halflings, even when three arrows forced him to his knees and mercilessly stole his breath and blood. No one with ears was spared the grisly details.

(Y/N) had heard the stories and while most elves of Lorien couldn’t put a face to the name Boromir, son of Denethor II, she remembered him from the day they met.

Her mind had been racing almost as fast as her feet when she rounded a corner and gracefully plowed into him. Young healers didn’t often see human men and she was so startled by the wide shoulders, tapered waist and hair- so much hair- that she was barely able to whisper an apology.

He’d caught her, large hands with thick fingers around her upper arms, catching her as if the elasticity of his chest would bounce her away to Rivendell.

“My apologies,” he said, releasing her. “Are you all right? I didn’t hear you coming.”

She nodded so vigorously that some of her shining hair shook out of its braid and landed on her cheek. Her eyes blew wide when he lifted a his hand to touch it, but he quickly caught himself and his hand flew back to his side.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“As am I.”

Then the other human of the Fellowship called him away. Boromir nodded and turned down the corridor, red and blue waving with his speed. Before he left, he’d given her an unexpected smile. She would have thought humans were loud and brash, full of toothy smiles that would unleash themselves with no warning, but this man’s smile was small and subdued. Honest.

Yes, she remembered him. Her skin grew hot at the news of his grave injuries and she felt alienated from her people who seemed to barely care about this warrior’s mortality. Some often spoke of the human race being inferior, but now they whispered about this specific human being beneath the other who joined the Fellowship. Words like “weak” and “temptation” were muttered in empty corridors and “evil” was stuck on their tongues like tar. It all made (Y/N) reel with complex, unfamiliar emotions.

So she defied every ordinance there was and slid into the private healing chambers where the human was being kept. She immediately regretted it. She could barely step through the door as terror overcame her brash actions and blooming beliefs. The air in the room vibrated with what she assumed must be the scent of death. In a panic, she set her eyes on the man’s bare chest, ignoring the thick, maroon stained bandages, and waited. It took a long moment, but his body slowly rose and fell. He was still alive.

She silently crossed the floor to his bedside and she couldn’t help but smile as she recalled what he’d said when they met. He hadn’t heard her coming. Of course, she thought, because to humans, who seemed to stomp with every step, elves appeared to float above the ground as they moved. Compared to herself, everything this human did was deafening. Even now, his breath was loud and laborious. She watched it fill his chest and then deflate, like waves on the shore.

She stood so entranced that when he coughed, her shoulders leapt and she practically bolted out of the room. Then, shaking her head, mortified at herself and glad the man hadn’t seen her, she returned to his bedside. This time, she sat down in a chair and leaned forward, listening again to the heavy, steady breath of a man dying.

Her skin grew too hot again. Lady Galadriel had said he may die. She’d done everything she could to heal him and now his survival depended on his body’s strength. (Y/N) looked down the man’s bare chest and hard belly until the blanket covered him. This was the strongest man she’d ever seen, he must live. He’s spent his entire life- a blink of an eye compared to an elf’s- fighting for others. Now he must fight for himself.

How could the Lady leave him to such a fate? She knew what was to happen, why did she not try to stop it? She could have kept him from joining the Fellowship and he would have remained in Gondor- not safe, but safer than anyone could be while journeying to Mordor.

“Are all of our fates written for us?” (Y/N) whispered, running her fingers over the man’s cheek. The hair there was coarser than she’d imagined and she couldn’t stop her thumb from feeling his skin from the corner of his mouth to his ear, tucking the dirty locks away from his face. She hadn’t realized his eyes had opened.

“I know you,” he said.

She flew from her chair, sending its legs scraping across the floor. “I-I will go. Your healer will want to know you’re awake,” she said.

“Stay. Please.”

She couldn’t disobey. She sat, conscious of her knees hitting the side of the bed. Too close- she was too close to him, if someone walked in and saw her with this human, she’d lose her apprenticeship as a healer. But how could she leave him alone in here? Somewhere he’d never been, so far away from his home and everything he knew, when, still, he may die? He didn’t deserve any of it.

The back of his fingers brushed her cheek. “Don’t cry. It’s all right.” Then he took her hand and gave her his small smile.

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#justice for boromir #boromir x reader #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction #lotr fic #lotr

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borealis-strange · 3 years

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Chapter 1: We are the uncool kids

Summary:

Felix would have liked to study in the city, where he had lived all his life, not because he did not like Valparaíso or because he did not like his uncle, he simply did not like the idea of being so far from home for three years. He was mortified by the idea of new companions, but there was no specialized magic academy in the capital and Delta was the one that his mother trusted the most, so he couldn't complain too much, he didn't have many options.

Notes: This is “Lilly of the valley” but I decided to change the name. Still, I’m not convinced with this either so I might also change it Suggestiones are accepted.

This is a story I have been planing for the longest time (almost two years) and finally I had the courage to start writing it and most importantly posting it.

I really appreciate if you’ll could give this story a chance and support it.

Also, if you want to be in the tag-list just comment it :}

So anyways, I hope you'll enjoy it :)

Felix stared bored out of the train window. He watched the trees go by quickly and leaving behind several high hills. He sank into the chair and kept looking out. He glanced at his mother, who returned an expressive and comforting look.

Felix was going to Valparaíso along with his mother to study advanced magic with Johannes Delta, a recognized magician, not only for his great experience in spagyrics but also for being the son of the best alchemist in history.

The only good thing is that he could still return home on the weekends and even be able to visit his father like he always did. A few days ago he had received a letter from his father, he said that he was going to visit him very soon for his birthday, and even that time he could stay longer.

He watched as the speed slowed down as things stopped going so fast next to the train and he saw the station approaching. When the train finally stopped pulling him out of his thoughts, he got up from his seat, took his things and looked through the window one last time. He walked around the train car and lined up behind everyone waiting to get off.

He descended the steps of the train and walked down the platform. When he left the station, he observed the town in the distance: Valparaíso, a rather small coastal town, with picturesque buildings made mainly of wood and all following the same common facade with slight variations in exterior colors and designs. Its streets were made of stone, several tall lanterns descended along the roads, and the sky was bright and clear blue and there were few clouds in it. Valparaíso was just as Felix remembered it.

They walked freely and calmly through the stone streets where no cars passed.

The walk was a bit long, about twenty minutes, and finally, they spotted her in the distance.

"It’s that one," his mother said to Felix. She pointed forward.

Delta's academy was a simple two-story brick house with a red tile roof with a huge front yard full of shrub flowers.

Delta was practically already waiting for them from the wooden porch, sitting in a lawn chair while he read a book. As soon as he saw them he got up from his seat and went to the metal fence to let them pass.

-It is an honor for me that you are here and to be able to receive you as a valuable student - Delta said making a small bow.

-Leave the formalities aside Delta - Felix's mother said laughing slightly - We are family -

- You could be my family but Felix is my student and I cannot leave aside formalities - Delta said with a smile and exaggerated hand movements.

As his mother talked to Delta, Felix just stood there not knowing what to do. He knew his uncle's home / academy but he didn't want to go in uninvited either.

Felix just watched the garden and all the plants that Delta grew. He didn't recognize most of them, they were probably for making potions and medicines, something Delta specialized in.

Shortly after, a black car pulled up in front of the gate, drawing everyone's attention. A dark-haired man in a smart suit got out and went to the trunk. A raven-haired boy came out of the passenger seat in a bad mood. He also went to the trunk and helped his father.

-That must be Marshall-Commented Delta as she approached to receive his new student.

Marshall was a boy with a robust build, his long hair was all over his face and he had an unfriendly face. He wore a thick cloth coat, even though it was not a cold day.

Marshall lumbered over with his large leather suitcase and a violin case.

-Mr. Evans-Delta greeted Marshall's father by firmly shaking his hand. -It is an honor for me that your son here with us-

Felix couldn't make out what Mr. Evans said, but he didn't really care. He just watched as Marshall showed disinterest in the conversation.

-I think it is time for me to return. - His mother drew his attention - Remember, be good, make friends and learn many things-she looked at him with teary eyes -See you on Friday-

They both hugged, it was a long and warm hug. When they separated her mother saw him in the eyes, she brushed a little hair from her face and smiled.

-Is something wrong? - Felix asked.

His mother laughed.

-Nothing ... It's just that you remind me a lot of your father. You're just like him-his mother whispered.

Her mother gave him one last kiss on the forehead before walking over to the fence to leave.

Felix watched his mother walk away from her as she said goodbye to him.

He sighed heavily, he would certainly miss her. Maybe there were times where she didn't see her until late at night when she left work but that didn't matter to him, she was always there for him, to remind him of how loved she was.

-Are you guys ready? - Delta said once their relatives were out of sight.

Delta accompanied them inside the house.

The interior of the house was rustic, with a strong smell of wood and flowers. The living room had a fireplace with an armchair and a small coffee table. Felix could see that there were several portraits next to the fireplace. Felix guessed his former students.

Delta guided them to the second floor. Where each one was shown their respective room.

The room was large, enough for two people, with white walls. There was only a bunk bed, a bookcase, a desk and a wardrobe. It was quite bland but luckily Delta had previously told him that he could decorate it during his stay there, which was a relief, he didn't know if he could last three years looking at the same boring walls. He even considered bringing his green bedspreads from his house.

Felix placed the suitcase on the bottom bunk (though she will probably keep the top one) and began to pull things out of it. At the moment he would only take care of her books and the stuff he needed to study, then he would put his clothes away.

He arranged her books and notebooks on the shelf in no particular order. He also made room for his future partner, he didn't want to be inconsiderate, much less start a fight on the first day.

Just when he finished putting away her books Delta called to them from downstairs.

-Felix! Marshall! Come! - Delta yelled.

Both boys left her room at the same time to go down to the living room.

Delta was with two guys who still carried suitcases. One of them was small, almost the same height as Felix, with straight, short dark brown hair. His face was dotted with countless freckles.

The other was tall and thin; He appeared to be one of the southern healers (or at least his parents) because of his light hair and light brown skin and cold gray eyes.

-This is Lucas- Delta pointed to the taller boy - And this is Milo-

Milo waved to them while Lucas just stared at them without saying anything.

Delta and the boys went up to the second floor of the house

-Milo, you share a room with Felix - Delta reported - And you Lucas with Marshall -

-Why don't you unpack your things and go down to eat in a while? - Delta said before leaving them alone.

All the boys entered the rooms that were assigned to them

Back in the room, Felix quickly climbed onto the bed above the bunk. Milo just looked at him strangely.

-Sorry - Felix said with a small smile - But I’ll sleep in the top bed.

Milo just stared without saying anything and started pulling things out of his suitcase.

The room was flooded in a deep silence, where only Milo could be heard moving his books and other things.

"Should I say something?" Felix thought "We will share a room for three years, I should ask him something"

-And… What kind of magic do you have? - Felix asked. Yes, it was a generic question but it was the first thing that came to mind.

-Pyromancy. Nothing special - Milo answered sadly - And you?

-Alchemy -

-Alchemy!? - Milo exclaimed and turned to see Felix - Where did you get it?

Felix knew his magic was… unique but he didn't expect that kind of reaction.

-I inherited it from my father-he answered without giving it much importance.

-That 's great! Imagine the great things you will do one day! You could even be like Augusto Delta! -

-Yes, I know-He sighed heavily at the mention of his grandfather-It's what Delta usually tells me "One day you'll be as big as your grandfather was" - said Felix in a mocking tone - But I don't know if I want to be. My father was "destined" to be the greatest alchemist in history and never followed in his father's footsteps-

Milo looked at him pityingly.

"Probably because he knows I'll be another wasted talent," Felix thought bitterly.

-So ... what do you want to be? - Questioned Milo.

-I don't know, Felix said while he shrugged. I haven't thought about it. How about you? -

-I don't know either. I just know that I'm not going to be like my father-he said as he laughed underneath.

"Sure" Felix thought "I won't be like my father either"

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-Guys, the food's ready! - Delta yelled from the first floor.

The four of them ran down the stairs.

The table was already set, with the cutlery, plates and glasses.

Delta told them that the food was in the kitchen and that they served as much as they wanted, that there was no problem.

The meal was a traditional Valparaíso dish, vegetable and fish broth, popularly known as "golden broth" for the type of fish used in its preparation.

The meal passed in a long awkward silence interrupted by the occasional question from Delta. The questions were as generic as possible “What do you like to do? Do you have a favorite subject? Do you have siblings? "

Delta just wanted to get to know them better but they all answered in a monotonous way. Everyone except Milo.

Milo did answer all the questions excitedly enough and told a couple of stories about him. Occasionally she would tell an anecdote about him with his older brother, such as the time they accidentally stained a dress of his aunt and were at 12 at night trying to wash it without her noticing. Or when they tried to rob their school cafeteria and ended up accidentally breaking a door. According to Milo they were never caught because of the door, but Felix was almost certain that, at least, they were suspended for a couple of days.

He also talked about the fire duels, he listened to them on the radio whenever he could, since he did not have television in his house. He showed his energy and his great passion for this sport.

-You should see them! - Milo exclaimed as he tapped the table - They're the best thing in the world. Someday I want to go see them live and feel the fire on my face - He said making exaggerated gestures with his hands.

-I don't think you want to feel the fire on your face - Marshall pointed out amused - The only thing you'll get is to get burned.

-What if they burn me!? - Said Milo while he raised his hands in the air -I will have a scar like the true pyromancer masters - He said while giving small blows to his chest.

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Felix couldn't sleep well that night. It was common when he was not in his house or in an "unfamiliar" environment. Part of him wanted to go down to the kitchen for some hot milk, that always helped, but he didn't want to wake Milo. So he just stared at the ceiling thinking about irrelevant things.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, he just woke up to Milo's loud alarm.

-What time is it? - Felix asked hoarsely.

-It's seven in the morning- Milo said energetically as if he had been awake for hours.

Felix lay back on the bed and rubbed his eyes a bit.

-Don't we start classes until 9? -

-Yes, but it is important to start the day early - Milo said happily.

Felix didn't care much about it and tried to go back to sleep. The downside is that he would have to put up with that for the next three years. He made a mental note to speak with Milo to come to an agreement later.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't get back to sleep. After half an hour he resigned himself and decided to get up.

He went to the wardrobe to decide what to wear. He had to wear something that will leave a good impression on his new classmates. He thought about wearing his traditional magician's robe, but he preferred to reject that idea, it seemed a bit exaggerated to him besides that they were a bit too large and he was not going to make a fool of himself on his first day.

In the end he opted for a green wool sweater and his usual black pants. He headed to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before going downstairs.

He looked at himself in the mirror and looked closely at his reflection. He saw all the little spots she had on his face, his messy golden hair and what stood out the most about him: his red eyes. Neither of the boys had mentioned anything about it but he couldn't get too many illusions, he had only shared a meal with them.

Felix finally went down to the first floor. The air was filled with a sweet aroma like that of a bakery, making Felix's stomach growl slightly. To his surprise, not only was Milo in the kitchen, there was also Lucas, who was making breakfast.

-Good morning Felix-Lucas said when he saw him with a big smile-In a few minutes breakfast will be out.

Felix walked over so he was cooking. They were pancakes, neatly stacked on a china plate. They were all fluffy a light honey color, they certainly looked delicious.

-Did you make everyone breakfast? It was not necessary -

Lucas nodded and went back to what he was doing on the stove.

-There is no problem. I like to do it. It is also a bit out of habit, in my house I always cooked for my brothers and my father -

The three boys fell silent. Milo and Felix set the table to feel that they were not leaving all the work to Lucas.

Soon after, Delta came down wearing an elegant gray wizard's robe.

-Boys! - Delta exclaimed when she saw them - What are you doing up so early?

-Making breakfast-Lucas replied as he carried the stack of pancakes to the dining room.

Delta brought a tray of chopped fruit and a jug of watermelon juice.

They all sat down and began to enjoy breakfast.

Lucas's pancakes were the best thing Felix had ever tasted in his life. They were sweet and fluffy, and perfectly golden.

Everyone ate quietly but it seemed that Lucas was in a hurry.

-Excuse me for a moment-Lucas said when he finished his breakfast and got up quickly from the table.

Milo and Felix looked at each other but didn't question him.

Minutes later, when they were already putting the table together, Lucas came down with little jumps.

Behind him came Marshall, still in his pajamas and practically asleep.

-Marshall, you should get up earlier - Delta scolded - This way you won't have time to eat breakfast and get ready -

Marshall completely ignored him. He went into the kitchen to grab an apple and went back up to the second floor.

Delta snorted annoyed.

-You guys go out, I'm going for some things -

Felix went up to his room quickly to grab his notebooks and went out to the patio with the others.

The backyard was quite spacious, almost the same area as the house, and like the front yard, it was full of flowers and shrubs.

The area where they will take class was already prepared; it was a wooden table with eight chairs and a small blackboard in front of it under the shade of a tree with small yellow flowers.

The boys sat down and Felix took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Delta's garden. As the rays of the sun filtered through the branches of the tree that moved slightly in the light spring breeze. The entire Delta garden was slightly herbal from the large number of plants it grew.

Delta with an oak stick with a crystal sphere at the end in one hand and books in the other arm, and Marshall behind him.

He placed the books on the table and his staff on it. While Marshall sat next to Lucas.

-Alright guys, let's get started- He said with a big smile on his face. - You were selected for your magical abilities. I will help you find your greatest potential with your magic and use it wisely. I know that one day you will achieve great things -

"First, I will give you your schedule with all your subjects that we will have this course"

He opened his notebook, took out some sheets, and handed them to his students. It was a table with all the subjects and their schedules.

-Magic is something that is found within all living beings on this planet, but only some have the ability to manifest this magic. To manifest magic you need a wand, your most important tool as a magician. It is your way to transmit the magic that you carry within. It is also your weapon and your shield, with it you can defend themselves from any danger. So it is important that you always carry it with you -

-And why don't you have a wand? -Lucas asked innocently.

-Because this staff is my wand. These staffs have the same properties as a normal wand, but these gems - He said as he pointed at them. On the staff were seven small gems embedded, all of different colors. - help to focus my power and make stronger spells -

-CAN WE SEE IT IN ACTION !? - Milo exclaimed

-No. There is no need to do that. - Milo grumbled - But maybe one day I will.

The class passed normally. Practicing spells and taking notes. They mainly "refreshed" their memory of spells and basic concepts. In addition to explaining what their course would be like. During the first weeks they would study all the bases of magic and then travel around the country and study with specialized teachers in each of their branches.

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-Can you believe it? -Milo exclaimed once the class finished -We will travel to The Serenity! I will learn to be a true pyromancer! - He spoke as he punched the air pretending to create fire.

Felix chuckled a little at Milo's excitement.

-Wow! -

-What? -

-You have fangs like a vampire! - Milo almost yelled in delight.

Felix quickly covered his mouth with one hand.

-Is not true! -

-Of course. - Milo reproached - I just saw them -

"No. No. No, ”Felix thought as he looked away from him. It was too early for them to notice. He remembered all the times he was teased about it at his school. He believed that in this place it would be different. He didn't want to change schools again.

-But I think they are great - Milo said with a shy smilw - They make you look more threatening and more ... unique ... You know? Besides that you have a nice smile.

Felix was puzzled. That was the first time someone hadn't insulted him because of his fangs. Maybe this was the right place.

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